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Sister Dancer - 1
by Junbug (address withheld)
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This is the first chapter: About the night that a guy
found sister working at the strip club. (MF, inc, voy)
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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...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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