("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Sister Dancer - 1 by Junbug (address withheld) *** This is the first chapter: About the night that a guy found sister working at the strip club. (MF, inc, voy) *** My sister never knew what hit her. She stood there in the dressing room, her eyes wide and her lower jaw unhinged. I don't know if she was shocked to see me there or if she was shocked that I'd followed her -- well, actually, I DIDN'T follow her to the "gentlemen's club" she was now "secretly" working in. What she didn't know was that me and my work buddies frequented this place, and this was one of our nights. And Mom had been suspecting Tara was stripping now, by trying to hide it from us. She had told me that plenty of times, but I always acted like I didn't want to believe it, like I was angry and disappointed in Tara. Of course, we NEVER said anything to her about it, never quizzed her about this new "late-night job" or the bag of sheer, skimpy skirts, tops and dresses Mom had found in the car that time. Yeah, I pretended to be sickened by the thought of my baby sister stripping. But the reality was--I was EXTREMELY turned on by it. And this particular night, I knew she'd be working. I planned it perfectly, even led the guys here. None of them had ever met her, so they'd never know she was my sister. All I had to do now was confront her, and I quickly made my way to the dressing rooms (getting back there was no prob, I tried to look like I was supposed to be there). And now she stood before me, still dressed, a tiny thong in one hand and a bottle of baby oil in the other. "Y-you followed--?" She was dumbstruck. Literally. "No," I said, reaching out and touching her shoulder gently. She looked like a deer caught in headlights, but I smiled and it seemed to relax her a bit. "No, I didn't follow you. Me and my boys always come here, but we were slacking off the past few weeks. I'm not mad at you, Tara. I didn't know YOU'D be here, though." She smiled weakly and looked like she might cry. "Just do your thing," I said, in the most gentle, brotherly tone I could. "They don't know you, and I won't say anything to them, or to Mom, I promise." Here I lit a cigarette, taking my eyes off her for a moment. I could feel her staring at me, speechless. "I'll even leave, if you want me to," I said finally, exhaling a cloud of smoke. She looked at her feet, twisting the thong between her fingers. "No, that's okay," she said, quietly. And I smiled inside. * * * Four hours later... It was surreal. My favorite Tupac song came on--"How Do You Want It"-- and out came my sister. Oh My God. She rode the pole for awhile, grinding hungrily against it, her face a beautiful picture of ecstasy. She slid her top off, and her beautiful, plentiful tits bounced freely. Her light brown skin glistened with baby oil and I couldn't take my eyes off her. She never once made eye contact with me, but I searched her face, I WANTED her to see me watching. Her thick, brown nipples were erect, and I wanted to massage that baby oil deep into them. I wanted to dip my finger deep into that pretty little cleft between her legs and--OH SHIT--she dipped a finger in as I thought it, slowly taking it to her mouth and sucking it. My dick felt like a nuclear warhead and I noticed all my boys were hypnotized, too. At one point as she walked the floor my man Ted solicited a lap dance from her. She glanced at me for a second as she mounted him and I held the eye contact. I made a show of turning my chair to face them so I could see. She saw me do this and turned her head and smiled at Ted as he groped and squeezed her soft, full titties. She began to grind on him and he slowly slid his hand around and stroked her tight little asshole with his finger. I was loving this almost as much as doing it myself. And so the night went on... I watched her dance a dozen times, getting more and more high and drunk (both off of her, and the weed and liquor being passed around). Before I knew it, we had all said our goodbyes in the parking lot, and I drove a few blocks away and returned to pick up my waiting sister (I'd told her earlier I'd take her home when she was done working). I pulled up to find my sweet, innocent baby sis waiting patiently. My dick throbbed harder. We rode in silence, and I tried to look as cool and relaxed as I could. Finally I dropped it on her--I hit her with the line I was practicing in my head all night. "Tara, I..." "Hmmm?" she said. I turned to her. "I want us to go somewhere and talk. Just me and you. Is that okay? If I go and get us... like, a room, or something... somewhere we can be alone?" She was silent, and those moments of dead air seemed like an eternity. I began to feel my heart shrink. Then... "Yeah, we can," she said, finally, popping her gum. "Get a hotel that's not, like, right in town, though." I was in heaven. She suddenly reached for her purse, rummaged through it, the frowned, disappointed. She popped her gum again. "Stop at that 7 Eleven over there for a minute, I gotta go get something." And as I sat in the car and watched my beautiful baby sister buy condoms at the counter, my mind flashed back to the things I'd watched Ted and everyone else do to her at the club. I flashed back to those wet nipples--I flashed back to Ted's face, shiny with baby oil, after he'd buried it in my sister's bosom. Man, what I was gonna do to HER. To Be Continued... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 47