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 Dance

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David was in the final stages of a law degree, and was going through the ritual of job applications. He had been short-listed for a place with a prestigious law firm in Leeds and was there for a long weekend of interviews and tests. After three days of written and oral exams and various more or less thinly disguised psychological evaluations (such as how much provocation it took to make him lose his temper), he was feeling drained and ready for an early night in the rather luxurious hotel in which the six of them had been billeted. However, their ‘shepherd’, Greg, who accompanied them everywhere, had other ideas: first an alcoholic meal and then an evening touring the many city-centre bars. David would have liked to drop out, but he suspected that this was yet another test – to see if he was ‘one of the lads’ (for all of them were men, four students and the other two a little older).

 

So he tagged along, trying not to drink too much, to avoid yawning, and to keep his end up in the increasingly laddish conversation. He had a ‘reading week’ starting the next day and was planning to take a couple of days off to stay with his older sister, Katy, who had recently moved to Leeds and whom he hadn’t seen for some months. She had a job in a bar – more details had not been divulged – and David wondered if he might bump into her. But there seemed to be an awful lot of bars in Leeds.

 

They ended up at a basement club called the Casa Paradiso, with a rather seedy entrance surmounted by neon tubes in the shape of a naked woman. David’s heart sank. He had nothing against strip clubs – he enjoyed the sight of a nude female body as much as any man – but he preferred his girl in a comfortable bedroom, one on one, with even a little romance added.

 

Inside, the rooms were dimly lit but richly furnished. Fortunately the lads weren’t expected to pay the steep entrance fee nor the equally steep cost of the first drink. Each was given two paper coupons, and David realised belatedly that this was a lap-dance club and that each coupon bought you one dance from one of the scantily clad girls who circulated among the tables and cubicles.

 

The seven of them took possession of a semicircular alcove and immediately were approached by a couple of girls, one pale and blonde, the other dark-skinned with long curly black hair. David had to admit that both were strikingly attractive – he had been expecting some rather scraggy tarts. The girls, who introduced themselves as Natasha and Ebony, made small talk for a few minutes and then asked if they might dance for anyone. Immediately four coupons were flourished – David decided to wait and see what one got for the money: whether it was better to watch someone else being humiliated.

 

The girls chose a partner each and carefully tucked the coupon under the strap of a spike-heeled shoe. They stood in front of their ‘victim’ and gently pressed his knees apart, and commenced ‘dancing’ slowly and sensuously, their bodies a few inches away from their men, but never touching. David was surprised at how erotic it was, even as a spectator – he felt himself getting an immediate erection. The others, having drunk more, were uninhibited in their crude admiring comments.

 

The girls, presumably having heard it all a thousand times before, just smiled and went on gyrating their perfect bodies, gradually removing the few flimsy clothes they wore until both were naked apart from tiny G-strings. Ebony waggled her firm high breasts in the face of her partner, and he automatically reached up to grasp them. But she pushed his hands away, not unkindly, and whispered ‘No touching’. David had noticed signs to that effect placed strategically. He wondered what was the point of having a beautiful girl flaunting herself at you, if you couldn’t touch. It just gave you a raging erection.

 

Now the girls turned so that their backs were to the men, and eased the cords of their G-strings down over their buttocks. When both were naked, apart from their shoes, they turned back so that everyone could see their shaven pubes and the tops of their neat slits.  A few more wriggles, the track ended and they blew a kiss at their partners and gathered up their clothes and disappeared.

 

‘Is that it?’ asked one of the students. ‘Don’t they give you a blow-job or anything?’

 

‘Give ‘em two tokens next time and see,’ suggested another.

 

‘Things hot up later,’ said Greg. ‘Wait and see.’

 

Another couple of girls, Fleur and Amber, equally beautiful, arrived and were duly asked to dance. David could see that he wasn’t going to get out of doing his bit, but he was reassured by the pleasant manner and general air of decorum of the girls – not nearly as raunchy as he had feared. He suspected that some of them might well be students like himself, trying to pay off their massive loans.

 

After the dances, which were almost exact replicas of the first two, the girls dressed and stayed to chat. They said that business was slow that evening; they preferred it when the club was busy and lively. David asked Amber if she enjoyed the work, and she told him quite candidly that it was great – easy money, no hassles, good security, and the club even paid for a taxi home. She said she could earn three hundred pounds on a good night. David mentally compared it against his likely earnings in the first year as a legal assistant.

 

When the girls left, Greg went off to order another round of drinks. ‘I’ll see if Katya’s here,’ he said. ‘She’s the best – a real cracker.’ He was obviously a regular at the club – or wanted to appear so. He returned with a tray of drinks.

 

‘She’s just come in. I’ve asked for her. You’ll see what I mean.’

 

Soon two girls appeared at their alcove. David was listening to an involved and very obscene joke and didn’t see them at first. When he caught sight of the taller one he almost dropped his glass. She was tall and slim, with a mane of blonde hair and a heart-stoppingly beautiful face, accentuated by subtle make-up. Her perfect body was highlighted by a semi-transparent silk dress, slit to the waist. She smiled at him and raised a finger coyly to her lips. It was his sister, Katy – ‘Katya’.

 

David had always thought that his older sister (who was 24 to his 21) was pretty. He had worshipped her ever since he had been out of nappies, both for her beauty and for her strength of character. She had fought all the usual teenage battles with their parents – for the right to stay out late, to sleep over at friends, to have parties when the parents were away, and later to sleep in the same room as her boyfriend. And she was fiercely protective towards her brother, once even beating up a boy who was been bullying him. Certainly, they had fought sometimes, but there was an abiding bond between them, latterly loosened but not broken by her and then his absence at college and her moving away to live with a boyfriend – a relationship which had failed in the end, which was one reason she had moved up to Leeds.

 

And here she was, a lap dancer. Dressed like a wet dream, radiating sex appeal. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. The others noticed, of course. ‘Go on, Dave, your turn. She’s a stunner! Phwoar, those legs just go up and up!’ and so on.

 

Katy stood in front of him. ‘Yes, go on, Dave,’ she smiled. ‘Why don’t you let me dance for you?’

 

David felt himself turning bright red. It would look so strange if he refused – the others would think he was gay or something. But he couldn’t tell them that she was his sister! That would be mortifying, for her as well. He looked at her breasts, right in front of his face, thinly veiled in a skimpy bra. The thought crept into his mind that he wouldn’t mind seeing her naked – not since they used to bathe together, up to when she was about 7, had he seen his sister in the nude.

 

He held out his coupon. ‘OK then.’

 

She gave him a big smile, her eyes sparkling, and tucked the coupon into her spike-heeled sandal. She gently pushed his knees apart and stood between his thighs, her smooth bare legs almost touching his trousers. Her soft perfume floated into his nostrils. ‘Relax,’ she whispered. ‘Just enjoy it.’

 

The rest of the club faded into obscurity as David watched his sister dance. Her body moved with sinuous grace, her hands stroking her curves, making love to her skin, emphasising her perfect shape. She emitted tiny gasps and moans that only he could hear as her fingertips touched her breasts, her hips and thighs. Her body writhed and thrust, simulating the familiar motions of sex.

 

David found that his hands were clenched tight. His erection was throbbing with pent-up lust. Fortunately he had surreptitiously straightened out his cock earlier, so that it lay up against his stomach, otherwise it would have been bent agonisingly. As it was, it strained against his fly, threatening to burst out over his belt.

 

Katy began to remove her dress, letting it puddle softly around her feet. She wore a tiny transparent bra and equally tiny G-string. Her skin was utterly smooth, lightly tanned, flawless, like satin. She rested her hands against the wall behind him and gently shook her breasts in his face, the hard protruding nipples almost grazing his nose. Then she trailed her fingers down across his cheek and neck, down his chest and along the long bulge of his erection. David almost came with the sudden touch. Katy murmured her appreciation.

 

She turned and began to work the G-string down over the perfect globes of her ass. The string caught momentarily in her crack, then the tiny scrap of silk was off and she stepped out of it. She turned back, one hand coyly shielding her pubes. Then she slowly raised her hands, finger sliding over her flat stomach, and David saw his sister’s smooth naked mound and deep pussy slit. He caught his breath at the perfection of the vision.

 

Katy gyrated her hips, smoothing her thighs sensuously, cupping her breasts and circling her dark solid nipples with her fingertips. She put one foot on the seat next to him and canted her hips, giving him a clear view of her pussy with its soft cushiony lips. Then she turned again, feet slightly apart and slowly touched her toes. Her beautiful ass and thighs opened up before his gaze and he feasted on the sight of her neat puckered anus and rounded labia, with a hint of darker inner lips between. She rolled her hips, making her pussy open up further, and leaned back until her thighs were pushing against his and her pussy was inches away from his aching erection.

 

David’s head was swimming. This was his sister, for God’s sake! But for the presence of the others, he could not have stopped himself ripping open his trousers and plunging his cock into her soft inviting entrance. She was sex incarnate, teasing him beyond endurance. He almost grabbed her hips and pulled her onto him.

 

Fortunately Katy stood up and turned to face him. The track was ending. She bent and brushed each nipple across his lips, then kissed him softly on the cheek. David started to breathe again. His sister gathered her clothes. ‘See you later, maybe?’ she said, and walked away.

 

The other girl had already gone. ‘Wow, you got a good deal there, mate!’ said his neighbour. ‘Twice as long as Simon.’

 

‘She gave you the works, pal,’ said Greg. ‘Never seen her go that far before. What an ass! I bet you saw everything!’

 

‘What did she mean, see you later? You think she’s up for it?’ another student asked. ‘Are they tarts? I mean, can we get off with them?’

 

‘I bet some of them are. They must get horny, stripping off all the time. Bet they’re gagging for it by the end of the night. You should take her up on it, Dave! She’d be the best shag ever.’

 

David was sickened by their talk. This was his sister they were talking about. He felt like thumping them, defending her honour. But maybe she was a tart – maybe she did go with customers. If she got every man as ragingly hard as he was ...

 

‘Maybe I will,’ he said with a fake smile. Suddenly he felt exhausted. Test or not, all he wanted to do was go to bed and let his overwrought mind relax. He tried, and succeeded, to steer the conversation away from Katya and her charms and onto football. A couple more girls came and danced for them, but they looked amateurish and restrained after Katya. David pleaded a headache and made his farewells, not caring if he lost brownie points for pulling out of the evening early. He walked back to the hotel in the cool refreshing night air and collapsed into bed.

 

But he couldn’t sleep. Firstly his cock refused to subside. His mind was filled with images of his sister’s perfect naked body moving sensuously before him, the sight of her pussy opening like a flower, of her hard aroused nipples, the scent of her feminine musk. He could not deny that he had desired her very very much. She was infinitely sexier than any of the few girls he had made love to in his life. And she seemed to have relished turning him on ...

 

Secondly he was going to visit her tomorrow. He had arranged to be at her flat at about 12, because she had said she wasn’t out of bed much before that. And then he was going to stay with her for a couple of days, live with her, see the sights of the city together – she wasn’t working until Wednesday – and generally be together 24 hours a day. How could he survive, after what had happened?

 

He did sleep eventually, and slept late, but not as late as the others in his group, for he didn’t see anyone at breakfast or while he was checking out. He thought about phoning Katy and calling off the visit, but he desperately wanted to see her and talk to her. What if she was a prostitute? He felt an obligation to find out.

 

So, feeling very nervous but not at all hung-over, he caught the bus out to her suburb and rang the bell for Flat 4 in the modern block where she lived. Her voice in the speaker was distorted.

 

‘Yes?’

 

‘Hi. It’s Dave.’

 

‘Come on up. I’m just out of the shower.’

 

There was a buzz as the door lock released. He got the lift and found the door of her flat, and knocked.

 

‘It’s open,’ her voice called, and he stepped inside, carrying his overnight bag. Katy emerged from a door, a white towel round her hair and another one round her bust. Her long legs were on view. She looked fresh and pretty – prettier without make-up, David thought. His sister threw her arms out and hugged him tightly, resting her head on his shoulder. He could feel her breasts pressing into his chest, and his cock stirred alarmingly. He hugged her gingerly, resisting the sudden urge to caress her back and ass.

 

‘Hi! It’s great to see you! How did your weekend go? Here, dump your bag. I’ll get the kettle on.’

 

She gushed, obviously thrilled to see him. It was as if last night had never happened.

 

‘Oh, pretty exhausting. I’m really not sure how I did. They throw so much at you, and you never know whether you’ve given the right answer or not. Frankly, I’m not sure I want to work for such a high-powered firm.’

 

‘Don’t say that! Think of the money when you’re a hot-shot corporate lawyer. How was the hotel?’

 

‘OK. Wasn’t there much. We were at the offices from half-eight until about seven, no let-up.’

 

She looked over her shoulder at him, while pouring milk into the mugs. ‘Then out on the town, eh?’

 

‘Yeah, that was compulsory. To check we could take the pace.’

 

Katy put the mugs of coffee on the table and sat down, tweaking the towel across her thighs. ‘Sorry about last night. I couldn’t resist it. Thanks for not giving the game away.’ She held his eyes.

 

‘Yeah, well.’ David was embarrassed. She had felt his erection – she knew that he had been turned on by her. ‘One of those things. How long have you been working there?’

 

‘I got the job within a week of moving here. Saw an advert, thought, I could do that. Had an audition, which went pretty badly, I thought, but they obviously liked the look of me, told me to come back when I’d learnt to dance properly and I could have the job. So I got some videos out and practised in the mirror, bought some clothes and bingo, there I was.’

 

I’d have employed you on the spot, dancer or not, David thought. ‘And is it ... good money? One of the girls said she earned three hundred a night.’

 

‘It’s great. I work four nights a week – say eight till about four or five a.m. – and I make about twelve hundred a week. That’s sixty grand a year! The tokens cost ten quid, the club takes two and we get eight quid a dance. And it keeps me fit and I don’t take work home!’

 

‘What about ... extras? The chap from the firm said that some of the girls ... go with clients.’

 

She leaned forward and touched his knee, the towel slipping alarmingly.

 

‘In his dreams! None of the girls I know do. And the club would sack us if they found out - the council keep a very close eye on them. Anyway, we make enough money without.’

 

‘So you’ve never ...’

 

Katy grinned, showing perfect white teeth. ‘Not for money! Sometimes there’s a guy who just does it for me, really gets me hot ... but hey, you know what I’m like.’

 

David remembered his sister’s endless string of boyfriends from about the age of sixteen, a new one every week, pawing and fondling her, sometimes dumping her in floods of tears, to the constant sorrow of their parents. He would envy their easy access to her body and to her adoring, flirting gaze ...

 

‘It’s mostly jowly middle-aged businessmen, I suppose.’

 

She nodded. ‘Yeah, or blokes on a stag night, all beer fumes and sweat. But I could get all that if I was a nurse or something.’

 

‘I guess it’s a job. You seem to enjoy it.’

 

‘I love it! I’m a bit of an exhibitionist, I suppose – I never realised before. I like dancing and I like turning blokes on. It gives me a real thrill when a guy gets a big boner in front of me – you’d be surprised how many don’t.’

 

David swallowed. ‘Yes, I would be.’

 

She looked at him with a wry smile. ‘Don’t be shy! That’s always been your problem. I was flattered! You’re not bad-looking, you know – handsome in certain lights. And pretty well-endowed by the feel of it. Fancy a quick romp before lunch?’

 

‘Katy!’ David was mortified, the more so because he could not deny the intense attraction he felt towards her. ‘You’re my sister!’

 

‘So?’ She stood up and came and sat on his knee. He could feel the warmth of her naked thighs and bottom against his legs. She put her bare arm around his neck. ‘I’ve always had the hots for you, ever since you started shaving!’

 

‘Katy, stop it.’ He pushed her off, and she just grinned at him.

 

‘You wait, Davy boy. I don’t give up that easily, not when I want something.’

 

She disappeared into her bedroom and David wiped his brow. His sister had just admitted that he turned her on. She knew that he was turned on by her. What had he got himself into?

 

Katy reappeared, dressed in tight jeans and an equally tight sweater that hugged the curves of her superb body. She showed him the spare bedroom and the rest of the small flat, with various flimsy items of clothing drying over the bath. Then she got out some bread and salad material and they made a simple lunch, talking about their parents, their father’s declining health and what arrangements they could make to help. Katy was behaving perfectly normally, and David was reassured.

 

She suggested that they might go to the Royal Armories – David was interested in military history and his sister said that it was a good day out. So they caught a bus and wandered round the exhibitions and watched various demonstrations of weaponry, joking and chatting. Katy linked her arm through his, just as if they were a couple. He kept glancing at her, comparing her looks and company (favourably) with all his previous girlfriends. Would people think they were lovers? Well, no matter. Following her up some stairs, he caught himself thinking of the sight of her naked ass splayed before him in the club.

 

Back at her flat, she started to prepare a meal. David was gratified that her cooking skills were on the same student level as his – pasta mush with garlic bread from the freezer and pre-packed parmesan cheese. He had bought a couple of bottles of wine on the way home and they got through the first one before the food was in the oven. Katy said that she was going to get changed and told him to keep an eye on the bread, set the table and open the second bottle.

 

He did so, finding a couple of candles on the mantelpiece and placing them in the centre of the table. He turned off the main light, to leave a soft glow from the candles and a lamp on top of the TV. Yes, very romantic. All it needed was some soft music and the scene was set for seduction. My god, what was he thinking?

 

Katy reappeared. Her brother felt his mouth fall open. She had freed her mane of blonde hair and it cascaded over her bare shoulders. Her black dress had merely a halter-neck which cupped her breasts. The hem was cut on the diagonal, down below the knee on one side and right up at the top of her thigh at the other. Her flawless tanned skin gleamed like gold in the candlelight.

 

She twirled, showing him her naked back and the sides of her full firm breasts. ‘Like it?’

 

‘God, you’re beautiful, sis.’

 

‘You’re not so bad yourself, Davy boy.’ She kissed him on the cheek and her soft perfume filled his nostrils. ‘Mmm, that bread smells done. Let’s eat!’

 

They put the food on the table and refilled their wine glasses. David was pleasantly mellow already and felt perfectly happy. He remembered other romantic candlelit dinners at which he had tried – too hard, maybe – to tempt a girl into his bed. Now he had the most beautiful girl in the world sitting opposite him. Life didn’t get much better.

 

They clinked glasses. ‘To us,’ she said.

 

They ate, without much ceremony, demolishing the wholesome food quickly, making rather a mess with the crusty and very garlicky bread.

 

‘I’ll have to be careful who I kiss after this,’ David laughed, and then realised what he had said. His sister looked at him and smiled, unspoken thoughts plain on her face.

 

They stacked the plates in the dishwasher and Katy produced a cheesecake from the fridge.

 

‘Mmm, my favourite!’

 

‘I know,’ she said. ‘I made it myself specially!’

 

‘Really?’

 

‘Yes. Well, I bought it myself. Tesco’s made it. But it’s the thought that counts.’

 

After the cheesecake they were pretty much stuffed. Katy made some coffee with real beans and told him to go and put a CD on and relax on the settee. He was surprised by her eclectic musical tastes. Forgoing the soul and jazz, he chose a set of Bach cello suites, turning the volume down low. He lay back against the arm of the settee and closed his eyes, letting the sound wash over him.

 

Katy carried the coffee mugs over and set them on the floor. She leaned forward and gently pushed his legs apart, then sat between them with her back to him, leaning back against his chest. He felt the heat of her bare skin through his thin shirt. To his mild annoyance, he felt the first stirrings of an erection.

 

‘Mmm, this is nice,’ she murmured, settling herself against him. His erection grew until it was pressing hard against the small of her back. The top of her head was against his chin, and the scent of her hair filled his senses. She raised one knee, and the skirt fell away, its hem barely covering the edge of her pubes.

 

David had never desired a girl more than he desired Katy at that moment. He groaned inwardly. She must have sensed what he was feeling, for she grasped his hands and slid then gently under the dress and cupped her breasts with them, pressing them into her firm globes. David tried, half-heartedly, to pull away, but she wouldn’t let him. He felt her nipples growing hard and digging into his palms.

 

‘Do I feel different?’ she whispered.

 

‘Different from what?’ he croaked.

 

‘Different from any other woman.’

 

‘No. I mean, yes. You feel beautiful. But ...’

 

‘But what? Aren’t I sexy enough?’

 

‘Oh god, Katy, you’re too sexy. Much too sexy.’

 

She kneaded his hands, forcing him to squeeze her breasts. The nipples hardened still further.

 

‘Just pretend I’m any other woman. A very horny one ...’

 

She lifted one hand away from her breast and pushed it down across her stomach. David was powerless to resist. She raised her other knee and let it fall sideways, thereby pulling the dress above her bare pubes. As he had suspected, she had not been wearing panties. She made him cup her hot pussy with his hand, then guided his fingers between her soft cushiony labia. She was already moist and slick. She positioned his fingertips on her clit and whispered, ‘Make me come, please.’

 

With one hand still holding a breast and the other massaging her pubes, and his cock pressing achingly along her spine, David masturbated his sister. She withdrew her hands and put her arms around his neck, relaxing into his body, completely open to his caresses. Despite his lingering doubts as to the morality of what he was doing, he could not have stopped. All he wanted in the world was to give Katy a beautiful orgasm.

 

He could feel her body tensing as she neared the peak. Her arms tightened round his neck, her thighs splayed even more, her head twisted to one side, and she gave voice to her ecstasy as the climax burst inside her and washed through her body. Her hips jerked and thrust back into his crotch, and David felt a drop of pre-cum leak out of his cock. Katy’s orgasm lasted a long time; she did not seem to get sensitive like some of his other girlfriends, so he kept stroking and rubbing her clit until her spasms finally ebbed away and she lay quiet in his arms, breathing deeply.

 

‘Oh boy, you can do that all night every night,’ she murmured.

 

David didn’t know what to say. The feel of his sister, whom he had always worshipped and loved, climaxing luxuriously in his arms, had raised his arousal to fever pitch. He wanted her as he had never wanted a girl in his life. But he still hesitated; the taboo held him back.

 

Katy twisted round and knelt on the floor between his legs, looking up at him with sparkling eyes. She put her hands on his erection, now poking up from under the waistband of his trousers. She dabbed her finger on the wet spot where he had leaked.

 

‘Want me to return the favour?’

 

He nodded, unable to speak. She unbuttoned his shirt, slowly, and smoothed her hands over his chest, then unzipped his trousers and opened the fly. His cock jutted out from the confines of his brief underpants. Katy held it gently, obviously aware of how close he was to coming. She murmured her appreciation, and in spite of everything David felt obscurely proud of his sizeable organ. Then his sister opened her mouth and gently slid her lips down his shaft.

 

The heat of her mouth and the suddenness of her ‘attack’ made his hips jerk, and he felt her squeeze the base of his cock. The feeling of impending eruption receded. She lifted her head, applying suction to his cock.

 

‘Relax,’ she whispered, ‘I’m good at this.’

 

She certainly was. David had not been fellated often enough to forget any one of the occasions, and his sister was the best he had experienced. She could drive him up to unbearable heights of pleasure while taking care not to let him tip over the edge. She could take his cock deep into her throat, so that her lips touched his pubic hair, and then withdraw so that only her tongue was circling his shiny purple cockhead, trailing a string of pre-cum from his orifice. She could suck so hard that he feared his balls would be pulled right up his cock, and kiss so tenderly it was like a feather’s caress. She fellated him until his scrotum was tight and swollen and his cock felt like a rod of iron, and he hardly knew where he was or who he was.

 

Then she stood up and put her hands on her hips.

 

‘Want to fuck me now?’ she said.

 

David ripped off his clothes, pulled forward by his straining cock. He grabbed his sister by the shoulders, fumbled with the zip at the base of her spine and dragged the flimsy dress off her. He bent her naked compliant body over the arm of the settee and plunged his cock into her hot wet welcoming vagina, sheathing himself in her to the hilt on one mighty thrust. Katy chuckled as she felt his engorged cock stretch her insides and thump home against her cervix. She relished hard sex – it was what her taut fit body was made for. Her brother gripped her by the hips and pumped into her with a fierce relentless rhythm, almost sobbing with urgency, driven into a frenzy of lust by her whimpers of bliss.

 

Despite his arousal, he managed to keep up the thrusting, all the way in and out on each stroke, until he felt Katy start to squeeze his cock with her strong internal muscles and his orgasm triggered. He crammed another half-inch of cock into her vagina and with a blessed feeling of release pumped spurt after spurt of scalding semen deep into his sister’s womb.

 

As his spurts died away, his knees felt wobbly. Katy gave his softening cock a few squeezes as he slipped out of her. She stayed there, kneeling, her perfect ass jutting towards him, her pussy lips red and wet and swollen.

 

‘Better get a towel,’ she said softly. ‘Feels like half a pint inside me.’

 

David staggered to the bathroom and fetched a handtowel and held it to her pussy. Katy stood up, gave him a grin, and wiped herself without a trace of embarrassment. He noticed that his sister had tears in the corners of her eyes.

 

‘Did I hurt you?’ he asked. ‘Sorry, I was a bit rough ...’

 

‘No, you didn’t hurt me, you dope. You made me come! Doesn’t happen very often, not like that.’ She kissed him softly on the cheek. ‘Thanks. Looks like we’re made for each other.’

 

They sat down on the settee, Katy lying across her brother’s open thighs, hugging each other. The feel of her hot naked skin against his was unbearably lovely.

 

‘I’ve been waiting for ages for this,’ she murmured, nuzzling into his neck. ‘How about you?’

 

David’s emotions suddenly overcame him, and he began to sob. His sister hugged him tightly, kissing his forehead.

 

‘What’s the matter, Davy boy? It was beautiful.’

 

‘Oh Katy,’ he said when he could speak. ‘I’ve loved you all my life. I didn’t realise it. I’ve never loved anyone else. I never will.’

 

She stroked his head. ‘I’ve loved you too. And fancied you. You don’t know how often I almost crept into bed with you, when we were teenagers. I knew from the start that we would do this eventually. It was just a question of when.’

 

‘You knew more than me. Of course I fancied you like mad. You were the sexiest thing in the world. But I never let myself think ...’

 

‘Shhh.’ Katy covered his mouth with her own, and they kissed passionately, endlessly, uninhibitedly, until their lips and tongues were sore and their chins were covered in saliva. David realised that his erection had returned in full force and was pressing against his sister’s naked thigh.

 

She realised it too. Katy twisted round and straddled him, her feet on the cushions on either side of his hips. She lifted his heavy cock and guided it between her soft, swollen lips into her wet tunnel, and sat down so that his length was buried inside her.

 

She bent her head. ‘Look,’ she whispered. ‘Look at us fucking. Your cock is fucking my cunt. Isn’t is lovely?’

 

He grasped his sister’s hands and she leaned back so that his cock rasped against the front of her vagina. He was fascinated by the slick shaft disappearing between those glorious deep pink lips, her hard clitoris standing proud where the labia joined. Her breasts pointed at the ceiling, the nipples taut and dark.

 

Their initial urgency blunted, brother and sister made love slowly and tenderly, adventurously, exploring each other’s bodies without shame, in as many ways and positions as they could imagine on the spur of the moment. David spent time pleasuring his sister’s pussy with his mouth and tongue, relishing the taste of her copious juices mingled with his own semen. She took his cock into her mouth again and again, likewise tasting their mixed fluids. He licked her adorable anus, running his tongue tip round the puckered skin, and she, without any hesitation, did the same to him and sucked his balls into her mouth. He penetrated her hot vagina with renewed delight in each new configuration, amazed at the strength of her internal muscles as they caressed his cock along its length. She told him to fuck her with his fingers and stretch her, to enter her as far as he could.

 

And finally, when they felt the rising tide could no longer be delayed, Katy lubricated her anus with her own juices and bent over the arm of the settee and told her brother to take her in the ass. David had never had a girl like that before, and could not believe what she was asking. His sister made it clear by grabbing his slippery, rock-hard cock and pressing the head against her anus. She thrust back quickly, and to his surprise her sphincter opened up easily and engulfed his cockhead.

 

It was tight, but not painfully so. Katy pushed back more and David responded, and his whole shaft slid into her hot rectum. It was so erotic that he knew he wouldn’t last long. His sister reached back under her and grabbed his tight balls, pulling him into her, then as he got the message she laid a finger on her clit and masturbated herself in time with his own impending orgasm. He grabbed her waist and thrust hard, slipping in and out of her slick orifice, marvelling at the sight of his cock disappearing between the perfect globes of her buttocks.

 

With superb, but unplanned, timing, they climaxed together, both shouting incoherently as Katy’s anus began to clench tightly, setting off aching pulses in her brother’s loins, spurting his newly formed semen deep into her rectum. He was quickly emptied, but continued to pump as her orgasmic squeezing sucked the last drops out of his balls.

 

Exhausted, they pulled apart and collapsed on the floor, sweaty and panting. Katy felt the semen start to leak out of her still open anus, but couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it. Tiredly, her brother gathered her in his arms.

 

‘I love you, sis,’ he whispered.

 

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