My Buddy's Sister

My Buddy's Sister

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Hot Codes: (MM/f, exhib, oral, teen)

Abstract: Taken from "Sister Strips" about a guy visiting his buddy from high school. Turns out, guy's sister (still in high school) is taking an adult strip-tease class. My version will have her do everything but actually having sex. She has no problem getting them off, though.

It has been a couple of years since I'd seen Rob. I had gone to a college in a different town than he, and the course study had been difficult. In a phone call, Rob had indicated he was struggling with the excessive school work load as well.

We were finally able to make time over Thanksgiving weekend. Neither of us could afford to go home, since we planned to go home on Christmas holiday, but I could drive to his school during this 4-day weekend. I was really looking forward to seeing him. We had been the best of friends, and I missed him.

"By the way," Rob said during that phone call, "my little sister, Casey, is living with me now. She is upset with Mom and Dad and their control issues for her, so I agreed to let her stay with me until she graduates from high school."

I remembered Casey. She was really cute, but I remember that she was a real pest, too. Rob and I wanted to do things where we couldn't bring a 14-year-old girl, but we were often stuck with her. I never admitted it to Rob, but I liked having her along. I guess I had the hots for her even though I knew she was off limits. Having her staying with Rob would definitely put a damper on our conversations, but I kind of looked forward to seeing her again.

When I showed up at Rob's place, I was impressed. His parents were well off, and they rented him an apartment just off campus. He had three bedrooms and one bath on the ground floor. The open kitchen looked out over the living/dining area, and there was a small fenced-in back yard beyond sliding glass doors. He didn't have a lot of furniture, but there was a bed in two of the bedrooms, and the third bedroom had workout equipment and two desks with computers. He explained that he and Casey both had their own computers, and they would often do homework at the same time. He also said that his sister had gotten into working out with him, too, and he was pretty proud of how her body was getting into shape.

Casey was out with girlfriends at the time that I arrived, so I wasn't going to see her until dinner time, which left Rob and me alone for a couple of hours.

We took advantage of the time to catch up on our social lives, which were pretty pathetic. Because we both really wanted to do well in college, we really didn't have much time for anything else. We both talked about hot girls we lusted after but were out of reach, and we fantasized about how some of the hotties at our respective schools were going to look when spring hit.

Rob and I started making dinner about six, and Casey arrived home not long after. She bounded into the kitchen and threw herself into my arms like we were long, lost friends. It was a thrill for me. I hadn't realized that she cared that much about me, and seeing how she'd filled out over the last two years made my heart jump.

Casey still had the sexy freckle-face that I remembered, and she'd grown her long, soft, strawberry-blond hair down to her butt. Her small breasts had grown to a decent size to be more proportional to her body, and her waist actually looked (and felt) smaller. She had long legs covered in skin-tight jeans, and an ass to make any man's mouth water. For 16 years old, she would put girls in their 20s to shame.

What amazed me the most about Casey was her face. I love freckles, but I especially loved her dimples when she smiled. Her grin was so genuine, showing her bright, white teeth, and her piercing blue eyes literally twinkled. Her face looked like it had become thinner as she got older, and I could just picture her posing for some magazine to demonstrate makeup that didn't look like makeup. If she had any makeup on, I couldn't tell, but I'm sure she had some eye-liner and maybe some light lipstick. Whatever, she looked so natural, it was amazing.

We had dinner, and I have to admit, I encouraged Casey to dominate the conversation. Rob didn't seem to mind. After all, we'd already had some time together, so it was kind of Casey's turn.

She told me about how much more fun she was having at school without her parents lording over her, and her grades had definitely improved. She was on the soccer team, and she was a backup for the swim team.

I kind of lost track of what she was saying after that. My imagination drifted to her in a tight, one-piece red bathing suit much like the ladies on Baywatch wore. I thought about the suit melting away in the water, leaving her completely naked.

Then I realized I was a pig. This was my best friend's sister, and she was still jail-bait. I had to get back to reality.

"So, tell Brad about your other class," Rob said to his sister.

"Oh, God, it is so much fun," Casey gushed. "It's an adult class, and Rob signed Mom's signature for me so I could get in. They'd probably be upset if they found out I'm only 16, but I have so much fun that I just have to demonstrate what I learned to Rob after each class when I get home."

Her enthusiasm was overwhelming, and I wondered what the class was about. "What class is it?" I asked.

"It's a strip-tease class," she said excitedly.

I think my mouth dropped open and my eyes got wide, but neither of them noticed, or at least they didn't care.

"Maybe you could do one of your routines after dinner," Rob suggested.

"Oh, I don't think Brad would want to see it," she said, blushing a little. "I've still got ten classes to go before we're finished, and it just wouldn't be fair to Brad to torture him with a bad performance."

Thank God I was sitting at a table. The thought of her doing a strip-tease gave me an instant hard-on, and I certainly didn't want her to know.

I would have responded, but my voice left me. Part of me didn't want to sound too excited; she was Rob's sister, after all, and another part of me didn't want to say something that would make her lose interest.

"Of course he would," Rob said. "You're better than you know."

I saw her blush again. With her light skin and freckles, the pink was very obvious on her face.

"Aw, you're just saying that because you're my brother," she said. She then turned to me and said, "Would you really want to watch me do a strip-tease?"

"Absolutely," I said, trying not to sound too excited.

"Are you sure? I know I'm not very pretty, and..."

"Sis!" Rob interrupted her. "Would you stop putting yourself down."

"But all the other women in my class are much older, and they have such beautiful bodies and all," she argued.

Rob looked at me and rolled his eyes. "She just doesn't listen to me. I've told her that it's the strip that is sexy, and besides, she's at least as pretty as anyone else in her class. You tell her."

"Oh, how would he know?" she said before a word came out of my mouth. "He hasn't seen the women in my class."

"I didn't mean for him to compare you to them," Rob said. "I was suggesting he tell you how pretty you are."

Finally, they both looked at me for a response.

"Casey, you are an extremely beautiful woman," I said. I wanted her to think of herself as a woman, not as the girl I actually considered her. "Of the ladies on my campus, you'd be in the top ten for looks." I wasn't lying.

"Oh, come on," she groaned. "I don't believe you."

"If I'm lyin', I'm diein'," I said. I crossed my heart and put up three fingers like it was Boy Scout's Honor.

She thought for a moment, looking at my face to see if she could see through a lie, but she apparently realized I was being truthful. "Well, okay, but on one condition," she said. "You need to treat me just like any other stripper and tell me honestly what you think."

If she were to come out dressed in a burlap sack, pull it off and stand there like a statue in a g-string and pasties, I'd give her a rave review. I wouldn't admit that to her, but that's how I felt.

I agreed to her condition, and we all got up and cleaned up after dinner. I had to turn from her a number of times to hide the erection I was suffering from, but we managed to get everything put away. The anticipation was killing me.

When we were done, Casey said, "Okay, I'm going to go to my room and put on my stripper costume. Rob, put on the music and turn down the lights some."

Rob dried his hands on the kitchen towel, and Casey headed off to her room.

Before his sister disappeared behind her door, she turned and said, "Rob, remind him about no hands, okay?"

I looked at Rob for an explanation.

"Her teacher told her that whenever the students give a demonstration, they are to require their audience to sit on their hands. Casey doesn't expect us to actually sit on our hands, just keep them by our sides. The teacher said that the husbands often interrupt their performance, and the ladies never get to finish. This rule at least keeps the guys at bay for a little while. It's never been a real issue for Casey and me since we're brother and sister."

Rob and I took seats in the living room. Rob closed the curtains to the back yard, turned down the lights and moved the coffee table to the side of the room. He then sat in what I presumed was his favorite chair. It was a big, stuffed leather chair that was angled to watch the TV, but he moved it to be at an angle toward the curtains. This put him to my right while I sat on the left side of the leather couch, facing the back yard. Guys don't like sitting too close together when they're going to be stimulated, and we were about as far apart as we could be in their living room.

"She is really good," Rob said while we waited. "I just wish I could give her more self confidence. Maybe you can help her."

"Well, I wasn't lying about how pretty she is, and I'm sure she'll do just fine, especially if she's as excited about it as she seems."

"Oh, she is," Rob said with a grin.

He looked at his watch and then got up and turned on the music. "She should be ready now."

I realized that there was no way she would actually strip in front of her brother, not to mention me. I figured she would be wearing some sexy clothes over a body suit or, at best, a small leotard. She was only 16, and it wouldn't be appropriate to show too much skin at her age.

As far as I was concerned, seeing this little nymph in a leotard would be enough of a thrill for me. I didn't care how good she was. It did concern me that I would be aroused by her performance (hell, I was aroused by thinking of the performance), and I wasn't sure it would be appropriate for her to see me like that, especially at her young age. I also was concerned with how I would relieve myself that night. I would have to sleep on the couch in the living room, the couch I was currently sitting on, and I would have to use Rob's bathroom, which required me to go through his bedroom. Casey's bathroom actually had two doors, one from her bedroom and one from the hall, but I was sure that wouldn't be right for me to use. There was no way I would consider masturbating in either bathroom. This was going to be a frustrating night.

A moment later, Casey came out of her room. She immediately moved with the music, dancing and swaying to the center of the living room in front of Rob and me. Again my heart expanded in my throat. God, she was hot!

She was dressed like a young school girl. I didn't detect a lick of makeup, as one would expect of a young girl, and her hair was tied in pigtails that dangled down in front of her. Considering how long her hair was, the pigtails went down over her young breasts to her waist.

She had on a white button-down shirt, buttoned all the way up to her neck. Around her neck was a small black tie. The shirt was slightly transparent, and I could swear I could see her areolas through the shirt, but it was just loose enough that it only occasionally brushed her breasts. It excited me all the same, since it teased me into thinking she was wearing pasties.

Below, she was wearing the shortest skirt I've ever seen. It was red and black plaid and pleated, but it couldn't have been a full four inches from waistband to bottom hem. Her legs were amazingly sexy with a hint of freckles on her exposed thighs like on her face. With the thigh-high white stockings, a good six to eight inches of her thighs were exposed, but the stockings were thin enough that it looked like she had white-washed her legs with a watery whitewash. Patent leather shoes completed the outfit.

Being that I was sitting down, I caught many glimpses up her tiny skirt as Casey twirled and danced in front of Rob and me. It appeared that she was wearing bright red panties that would be like those worn by cheerleaders except Casey's was clearly lace. I so wanted her to step closer so I could see if they were truly lace and her naked pussy was underneath, but she was quite good at keeping me guessing.

I was really impressed with how well Casey danced to the music. Her movements were in time with the beat, and her spins and kicks were timed for appropriate rifts. She was able to tease without giving too much away, and she had me guessing the whole time.

My focus was so intense on her panties that I failed to notice that she was unbuttoning her shirt. When I did notice, it was almost completely unbuttoned, and the opening in front revealed a bra. Okay, it was a skin-colored bra, which seemed appropriate for a young girl like her, but it gave away the fact that she wasn't wearing a leotard or the pasties I'd imagined. I pictured a bra with colored circles where her areolas were supposed to be. I was sure the teacher felt this would be a nice tease without having to make her students actually expose their breasts in front of each other.

She turned her back and opened her shirt completely, sliding it back and forth on her back as she pulled the tails out from under her skirt. She was doing an excellent job with the tease, and I would put her up against any that I'd seen at a strip-tease joint.

With her shirt opened wide, she bent over at the waist until she was literally looking at us from between her legs. I couldn't tell for sure, but it appeared as though the bra she was wearing was not completely opaque, but it didn't matter because her skirt had risen up enough to completely expose her rear. Yes, it was lace, and, yes, it looked like there was nothing on underneath it. What an amazing pair of cheeks she had, and I could swear her pussy lips were right there, but then I realized the panties had a panel that covered that part of her.

She threw the shirt to the side, and then danced around, very slowly turning until she finally was facing us. The entire time, she continued to spin and dance, giving us very quick peeks at her bra-covered tits and the lace panties.

When she finally stopped spinning and faced us for a moment, she had her long pigtails hanging down in front, which covered her breasts. She teased us a bit by playing with her hair and finally threw the pigtails over her shoulders, letting us see her entire chest.

Now I was able to see that the bra was almost completely transparent. The only proof of that was that her freckles could be seen on her breasts. I was impressed with the size and shape of her young tits. I expected them to be much smaller and the size I had seen earlier when she was dressed was because she padded them, but I was wrong. These were definitely C-cups or bigger, and she couldn't have weighed 110 pounds considering how slender she was. They stood up and jutted out with the firmness of youth, and I wondered how many boyfriends she'd let touch them. I know I wanted to.

Seeing through her transparent bra gave away the fact that she was wearing pasties of some sort. They were darker than her skin, so it would show through her shirt. Damn, what a tease!

The next song started, and Casey danced up close to each of us, bending at the hip to bring her face close to ours, and then licking her lips. With her nose less than a few inches from mine, she smiled and then purposefully looked directly down. It took me a moment to realize what she was doing, but then I quickly put my hands over the obvious bulge of my erection to hide it from her. She looked back up with a pout, quickly spun away and went over to Rob.

Like with me, she bent at the waist until her face was just a few inches from his, and then she looked straight down. Unlike me, Rob didn't hide the obvious erection he had. As a matter of fact, he adjusted his seat slightly to make his bulge more pronounced for her.

Damn! Rob was actually letting his sister see how aroused he was?

Instead of spinning away like she had done with me, Casey looked back up at her brother, leaned in a little further, and then kissed him on the cheek. She gave him a big smile and then danced away.

"Don't hide your feelings from her," Rob said to me. "That's her feedback. It lets her know if she's doing a good job or not."

It made me a little uncomfortable exposing my arousal to anybody, much less my best friend's sister, but he was encouraging me. I also didn't like the idea of being aroused with another guy in the room, but I guess I'd done it with guys before at strip clubs.

Casey continued to dance around to the music, rocking her hips back and forth and side to side. She turned to face me as she had done before, again getting within a few inches of my face. Again she lowered her eyes to look at my bulge, but this time I didn't do anything to hide it. It was embarrassing, because I've never had anybody look at my package so directly or with such intensity. My jeans were clearly encasing an erection I would have been proud of if I wasn't sitting in front of my best friend and his little sister.

"Mmm," she said as she licked her lips, and I thought I was going to pop a cork right then. She leaned in closer, and I thought she was going to kiss me on the cheek like she had done her brother a moment earlier, but she didn't. Instead, she whispered in my ear, "That's more like it. I like seeing what affect my dancing does. It encourages me. By the way, you know you're bigger than my brother," and then she kissed my cheek.

She backed away and continued to dance, but she was twirling something red in her hand. Where did that come from? I asked myself. I didn't see her pick anything up.

When she got over to Rob, she turned her back on him and bent all the way over at the waist. She was at an angle that hid her butt from me, but I knew Rob was getting a look at his sister that was quite indecent, especially considering she was barely a foot from him.

Rob was grinning broadly as she slowly stood back up and returned to spinning the red cloth or rag or whatever it was. She got about as far from me as she could in the living room and then stretched the elastic cloth between her hands, aiming it at me, like one stretches a rubber band before shooting it. Sure enough, there was enough elastic in the material for her to sling it in my direction, causing it to land right on my lap. Her aim couldn't have been better as the material landed right on the bulge.

I lifted it up to see what it was, and it was her panties! I looked up at her (I'm sure I had a stunned look on my face), and she grinned a nasty little grin as she continued her dance.

Damn! Was she now bare below that short skirt?

It was completely out of my control, but my hand brought her panties up to my nose, and I inhaled deeply. Oh, my God! Not only did she smell wonderful; a combination of some floral scent and a musky, aroused female scent, but it was wet. That little girl was turned on!

She continued her dance around the room, and I knew the song was getting close to ending. I wanted so much to see under that short skirt, but she had timed it just right so I wouldn't. At most strip clubs, one dance is two songs, so I figured this was going to be the finish.

Then I remembered she had bent over and shown her brother her backside after she had removed the panties. These two must have a different relationship than I thought. I doubted they were having incestuous sex, but maybe they had a sexy teasing relationship. With a sister like her, I doubt I could hold myself back.

As the music slowly came to an end, Casey turned her back, did something on her chest, and I saw the bra drop to the floor.

Once again, I was in shock. Here she was in front of her brother and me, dressed in a very short skirt, thigh-high stockings and pasties? I don't know how much more I could take, and I presumed the show was over.

When I started clapping wildly, Rob said, "Hey, she's not finished! She's got two more songs to go."

Two more songs? I know my eyes got big when I stared at him, but the music started another song, and my attention returned to Casey. I was wondering what she could do that would take enough time to require two more songs. She clearly didn't have much left to take off, and I was sure she wouldn't remove any more in front of her brother. Maybe it was her shoes and stockings.

When Casey turned around to the music, she kept her long hair over her breasts, hiding them from us. She gave me that devilish smile again as she rocked and swayed around the room. Her breasts were big enough that her hair didn't hide them completely, so a lot of them could be seen, but it wasn't much more than one would see if she was wearing a bikini. Of course that was plenty for me, and my lust for my friend's little sister was growing exponentially.

Casey managed to dance over to me again, still keeping her hair over her breasts. Holding her hair so it didn't fall forward, she again did her tease to look at my erection. I don't think I was any harder, and I doubt my bulge was any bigger, but my hormones were on overload, and I was close to cumming in my pants.

This time when Casey leaned in to whisper in my ear, she said, "Why are you hiding it from me? You know it would turn me on if you released it."

Anyone could imagine that I wasn't sure what she was telling me. It's not like I was going to pull my cock out in front of her, not to mention in front of my best friend who was her brother. That was something I wouldn't even consider doing at a strip joint.

Then she said, "If you want to see these," she looked down toward her breasts, teasingly pulling her hair aside so that only she could see them, "you're going to have to show me that," and her eyes looked directly at my bulge.

Again she quickly spun around, and I almost caught a glimpse up her skirt. She danced over to her brother and turned her back, showing him her butt as she had before.

It was then that I noticed that Rob had opened his pants. Not only did he unzip in front, but he had unbuttoned himself and opened the front of his jeans. He had also lowered his briefs enough to release his stiff cock. I had never seen another guy's cock before except in the men's shower, and I had never seen one hard except in the movies. It's just not something my circle of friends did; show each other our erections. It's no wonder I was shocked to see at least five inches of his circumcised manhood sticking up where his sister could see it.

"I told you, man," he said, looking over at me, "you need to give her positive feedback. You know, the kind that can't be faked."

Once again, I was a bit embarrassed, but if she was going to show us her tits, I figured it was worth it, but she wasn't going to make it easy for me.

As I frantically removed my belt and unbuttoned my jeans, she sauntered over and stood in front of me. She bent over so her face was directly over my hips and watched as I unzipped my pants. I was so hard, I had difficulty dislodging my cock from my briefs, but I finally managed, and I was able to hold it up for her. Normally, my hard-on would flop onto my belly, but I used my thumb to press against the top near the root so it stood straight up and looked her in the eye. Just touching it with her staring at it was enough for me to think I was going to blow, but I managed to hold back.

Just then, with her wide-eyed staring at the tip of my cock, a bubble of pre-cum bubbled out of the urethra. It was completely unexpected on my part, and I was afraid it was a bit over the top, but it's not like I could stop it.

Casey giggled and leaned in to whisper in my ear. "You really are enjoying this, aren't you?"

I couldn't speak. I just nodded earnestly.

"I told you that you're bigger than Rob," she said as she glanced over toward her brother.

Then she stood up and went to the center of the living room, still covering her breasts with her hair.

I don't know how she timed it, but the music got a bit more energetic, and when the drums built up and the cymbals crashed, she threw her hair over her shoulders, and Rob and I saw her bare breasts completely. They were phenomenal. I had never seen a pair more beautiful. They stood out with a strength that seemed unnatural, and they had a light dusting of freckles all over them.

It was then that I discovered she still had pasties on. They were a pretty dark red color, but they had tassels that hung down about three inches. I was surprised that I couldn't detect the tassels with the lace bra, but there they were.

Casey continued to dance, and I could tell she was trying to get the tassels to spin in the process. She spent a good minute working on it and finally gave up. She'd get one going, but she just couldn't get them both to spin together.

"That's one of the things we're supposed to be practicing," she said to us. "I haven't got it down, yet."

She walked over to me and bent at the hips so she was about an inch from my face. Looking below her, I could see her heavy breasts hanging down seductively and the tassels dangling below them.

This time, not whispering, she asked, "So, would you like to see under my skirt?"

I looked at her with wide eyes and nodded vigorously. I think my mouth was hanging open and drool was dribbling, but I hope I had more self control than that.

"Then you better give me more to look at," she said, glancing over at her brother.

If I hadn't been shocked before, I was definitely shocked then. Rob was sitting on his chair stark naked. His clothes were piled up next to his chair, and his 5-inch erection was pointing straight at the ceiling. He kept his hands at the sides of the chair and his legs spread, allowing his sister a full view of his swollen cock and his balls dangling below.

Seeing that, Casey danced over to her brother and proceeded to give him a lap dance. With her back to him, she slowly lowered herself onto him, using her butt to push his cock out of the way, and then squirmed on his lap. Rob kept his hands away from her as she rocked her hips with his cock trapped between her butt-cheeks.

"Oh, God, Casey," he moaned. "If you don't stop, I'm going to cum!"

She stopped.

Casey got up and danced toward the center of the room again. She looked at me expectantly as she tried again to get her tassels to twirl.

After seeing that, I didn't hesitate. I was completely naked before she reached center stage, if that's what you could call the center of the living room. Like Rob, I sat back on the couch, spread my legs and let her see just how aroused she had made me. I wasn't sure if I could hold back like Rob did if she should rub herself against my cock, but I didn't care. I wanted her so bad, I could die.

With a skill that only a woman can have, she released the snaps of her tiny skirt and spread it out in front of her with her outstretched arms. Then she slid it back and forth in time with the music for a good 30 seconds. It was driving me crazy. I couldn't believe she was going to show me her bare pussy. It was right there behind that slip of material she was sliding back and forth in front of her.

She danced closer to me and stood between my knees. I could feel her stockings on my inner thighs as she continued to tease with her skirt. I could actually smell her arousal, and it was everything I could do to keep from grabbing my cock and sticking it into her.

In one quick motion, she wrapped her skirt around my head and pushed me back so the skirt was trapped between the back of my head and the couch. Blinded for a moment, I felt her step away from between my legs, and I quickly yanked the skirt way.

She had turned her back toward me, and it was at that moment that I realized she had a little G-string on. She was not as naked as I had imagined, but she was close enough. Her ass couldn't have been more perfect, and if I didn't know she had a self-image problem, I'd say she knew exactly how hot she looked by the way she wiggled her tight little bottom. Her smooth globes, like her breasts, had a light sprinkling of freckles that made me want to try and lick them off.

"Oh, man!" Rob moaned. "I want to jerk off so bad!"

I had never heard him talk like that, and I'd never talk like that around my friends. Hell, I wouldn't say that in front of my girlfriend.

Casey turned just her head to look at her brother, and she held her index finger up and rocked it back and forth, telling him he shouldn't do it.

The music came to an end, and I was going crazy with lust. This girl, thinking she wasn't sexy enough, was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen, and it was my best friend's little sister.

Rob looked at me, and I realized I'd lost my modesty. My cock was literally throbbing in front of me. Pre-cum was dribbling down the shaft, and I thought if a slight breeze blew across it, I'd explode.

The music started again, and I wondered how much more I could take. There wasn't much more she could remove, and I was sure she wouldn't go completely naked; not in front of her brother, anyway. The only thing I could think of was that she would do some kind of lap dance or something, but I was sure she wouldn't do anything that involved touching us or us touching her. The rule was, we had to keep our hands away, which was beginning to be a painful rule.

As the music worked its way back up, and Casey started to dance again, Rob said, "This is the best part, and it's the most difficult for me."

Well, I soon found out why it was difficult for him. Casey continued her little dance and slowly turned her sexy body toward her audience. I have to admit that I let out a groan when I saw her.

Casey's breasts are clearly bigger than a girl her size should have, although they're not enormous. Her stomach was so flat that there was a hint of a six-pack under the skin, and her hip bones stuck out, creating a concave effect on her abdomen. She had athletic legs, but at least an inch of space between the tops of her thighs. On top she had a beautiful face, and the freckles all over her body were just so sexy.

The G-string she was wearing was amazingly minuscule, hiding only her pussy crease and nothing else. The strings around her hips dipped down as if hooked on her hip bones and disappeared between her thighs. A tiny triangle of cloth barely showed, and it was just large enough to hide her feminine slit. There was no doubt she had to get her entire pubic region waxed because there wasn't a lick of hair anywhere; just freckles. The tiny triangle was clearly soaked, and it stuck to her girly slit like a second skin, hinting at the cleft between her lips.

As I sat there in awe of this beautiful, sexy woman that had me so highly aroused, she sauntered over to me in time with the music. My eyes were feasting on her body, and all I could think of was how to get into her.

Casey danced a little for me and then went over and danced a little for Rob. She came back over to me and shook her shoulders, causing her amazing breasts to jiggle and shake lusciously. Leaning forward, Casey put her hands on my shoulders, and I swear an electric shock went through my body. I could tell that she was charged with arousal much like I was, and it felt like our two currents flowed through each other.

In this position, Casey was able to twist her body slightly and bring her left nipple pastie to within an inch of my mouth. She rubbed it seductively over my lips, and again I was close to a spontaneous orgasm.

"Stick out your tongue," she said to me, so I complied.

Arching her back, she slid her pastie over my tongue slowly.

"Make your tongue hard," she commanded. "I want your tongue to be as hard as your aching cock!"

I couldn't' believe she said that. She's a sweet little girl, but she had me in her clutches. I made my tongue hard, as hard as I could.

Casey arched her back again, and this time she was able to catch the tip of my tongue on the edge of her pastie, and I realized what she was doing. Curving my tongue slightly, I was able to slip it up between her nipple and the pastie until the pastie popped off. I felt it drop into my lap, but Casey immediately pushed her nipple into my mouth. It was a nice sized nipple, about the size of a pencil eraser, and it was about as hard as one, too.

I tried to wrap my lips over her breast and grab her nipple with my teeth, but she was quick. Suddenly her tit was gone, and she was dancing over to her brother.

He had previous experience with this, obviously, because he popped her other pastie off within seconds. Like me, though, she just teased him and didn't let him actually get a hold of her breast with his mouth.

Now she returned to center stage and danced some more. I was still having trouble believing that this was Casey, the bratty little girl who wouldn't leave us alone. On top of that, this was all happening in front of her older brother.

Dancing around the room, Casey massaged her now completely naked breasts, pulling and tweaking her nipples, which looked more than just hard already. Her nipples and areolas were a very light pink color, almost blending with her freckles. The areolas were no bigger around than a quarter. She played with her breasts for a good minute using both her hands and the ends of her long pigtails before she looked my way again.

She returned to me and started fooling with the g-string. "Do you want me to take it off?" she asked.

"Oh, God, yes," I said with so much lust I couldn't hold back.

"And what will you do for me?" she asked.

"Whatever you want," I groaned.

She bent over and brushed her stiff nipple across my lips and said, "Anything?"

"Yes, anything."

"Will you give me your car?"

"Yes, yes, I'll give you my car," I grunted.

"Will you give me your heart?"

"Sure, rip it from my chest!"

"Will you give me your soul?"

"Yes, yes, you can have my soul."

"Will you marry me?"

"Of course, I'll marry you! Just take off that damned G-string!"

She giggled and then stood up. Stepping between my thighs so her pussy was just inches from my face, she said, "Use just your teeth, and grab the top."

The smell of her sex was overpowering. I was in heaven. I looked over at Rob to make sure he wasn't going to kill me for touching his sister, but the look on his face told me he was going crazy with lust as well. Was he really lusting for his own sister? At that point, I didn't care.

I grabbed the top hem of her tiny G-string with my teeth. I could taste her juices which had soaked up to the top of the little strip of material, and I started to suck. I was surprised by how wet the G-string was, but she tasted so sweet.

"That's the boy," she said. "Suck. Can you taste how wet I am? Yes? That's how much you turn me on. I get so excited looking at your big ol' hard-on throbbing for me."

Then I heard a small rip. The G-string was held together on the sides with Velcro. Casey stepped away, leaving the G-string dangling from my teeth.

I only got a glimpse of her pussy as she backed away because she immediately turned toward her brother. Her outer lips were pink and swollen, and her inner lips dangled thick and full from between them. I could see her clitoris clearly. It was swollen and bulging from the top of her crinkled lips.

Rob must have known the drill. As his sister approached him, he put his knees together so she could straddle them. She moved in very slowly until her legs were against the front of his chair. Then she leaned forward and placed her hands on the back of the chair. Her pussy was about a foot away from his face.

"Okay, brother dear, no cheating like before," she said. "Just your tongue, okay?"

He nodded his understanding, and she pressed her hips in a little closer. Rob leaned forward and extended his tongue, making it into a sharp point. Casey rocked her hips so that her clit flicked across the tip of his tongue. I could see it lift over his tongue and snap back with each flick. It was amazingly erotic.

"Oh, God, Rob, that feels so good!" she moaned.

She continued this motion, and I was sure she was going to give herself an orgasm, but she suddenly stopped, just when I thought she was going to go over the edge. She backed away and sighed. "Oh, well, that's enough of that."

She then sashayed over to me, still moving with the beat of the music. She looked so damned sexy wearing only the thigh-high white stockings and little black shoes. Her body was perfect, and I thought I was going to die just looking at her. Her vaginal lips looked even more pink and swollen than before, and I could see liquid dribbling from between her swollen labia and down the inside of her legs.

When she got close to me, she bent down and pushed my knees together. She then straddled my thighs and moved in until she was in the same position she had been with Rob. I presumed she wanted to rub herself against my tongue, so I stuck it out and went for her clit. She caught my head with my tongue just an inch away and promptly sat down on my lap. I was in pain I was so aroused. I could smell her arousal so strong, I felt euphoric. Casey slid closer to me until she pressed her pussy against the underside of my cock. I could feel the cool air on my thighs where her juices streaked over them. She leaned back so we could both look down and see her pussy pressing against my cock.

"Now, don't you move," she instructed me. "Let me do all the work."

I wanted so bad to rock my hips to rub my cock up and down her pussy, but I did as she directed. With her arms on my shoulders, she rocked just her hips, sliding herself up and down the shaft. I watched her tight stomach crinkle and stretch as she moved. Her pussy lips parted slightly and surrounded my cock, and her clit was poised against the underside of my glans. My cock was held in place against my abdomen.

She only rocked her hips about three times, rubbing her hard clit against my cock head before I lost it. I couldn't hold back, and I don't think she expected me to. She was looking down at what she was doing to me with a determined look on her face. She had to know just how close to orgasm I was.

As soon as the first spurt of cum jettisoned from the head of my cock, Casey pushed her whole body against mine and vigorously rocked her pussy against my cock, keeping my orgasm going for about five minutes, or at least it seemed like it. The song had ended and moved on to another song long before my climax was complete. The entire time, Casey was humping herself against me, letting my cum squirt up between us.

When I slumped down from exhaustion, she finally stood up. She stood with her legs spread over my lap and looked down at herself. My cum was all over her flat belly, in her bellybutton and spread over her hips. White goo could be seen in globules everywhere, and there were some lumpy yellow drops, too. It had been a good month since my last orgasm, brought on by myself in the shower, and I had a lot stored up.

Giving me a smile and making no effort to clean herself up, she then went over to her brother. I couldn't believe he'd allow her to spread my cum all over him, but he didn't have to worry. She turned around and backed onto his lap as if she was giving him a lap dance. Looking behind her, I watched as she used her butt cheeks to capture his straining erection. Like me, he only lasted a few seconds as she rocked her hips, stroking his cock with her ass until he came. She immediately pushed herself against him while rocking her hips, and he ground himself into her as he grunted out his incestuous seed.

Just as he slumped down, the music slowed to a halt, and Casey stood up. Without any modesty, she walked over to the stereo and stopped the player. I could see Rob's sperm all over her back and buttocks, but you'd think she didn't feel it. She just walked around the room and picked up her clothes.

"So, what did you think?" she asked me. "I realize I'm not very good, yet, but I've only been in class for a few weeks."

"Oh, my God!" I exclaimed. "What are you talking about? You were amazing!"

"Well, thanks," Casey said. For some reason, she didn't look like she believed me.

"I keep telling her how good she is," Rob said, "but she thinks I'm just saying that because I'm her brother."

"What makes you think you're not good?" I asked.

"Well, most of the women in the class have much nicer bodies," she explained, standing there holding her clothes in her hands, completely exposed.

"Huh?" I said in shock. I couldn't believe what she was saying.

She continued, "Most of them have bigger boobs and their hips are nicer."

Casey set the clothes down on a chair that we'd moved to one wall, and she returned to stand in front of us. I couldn't believe how comfortable she was naked.

"Look how small I am," she said, holding her breasts in her hands, "and my nipples are tiny compared to most of the women there." She pulled on them as if that would make them bigger, then she crossed her arms in front of her. She didn't hide her beautiful breasts from us but instead crossed her arms under them.

"I can't believe you aren't satisfied with your breasts," I said. "I think they're magnificent."

Casey seemed to like hearing that, but then she looked down at her bare pussy and said, "What about that?"

"What?" I asked.

"Look how aroused I am," she said. "None of the ladies at the school get aroused when doing their strip-tease. I get so horny, I'm afraid I'm going to cum."

"What's wrong with that?" Rob asked her. He must not have realized this was an issue for her.

"I would be so embarrassed," she said.

"Embarrassed!?!" both Rob and I exclaimed together.

"Why would you be embarrassed?" I asked.

"For one thing, it's embarrassing to have people watch you have an orgasm," she said.

Rob and I looked at each other in surprise.

"What are you talking about, sis?" Rob said. "You just made us both have an orgasm in front of you, not to mention each other."

She kind of giggled and said, "Well, our teacher told us that if we make a guy climax, then we needed to help him hide it because guys get embarrassed cumming in front of other men. That's why I mashed myself against you when you came. I wanted to hide what was happening, and I had to pretend like it didn't. You know, I couldn't wipe it off or anything."

She had a point, but I told her, "Yeah, I guess that's true, but it's different for you. Guys don't want to climax in front of each other, but it's okay with us if girls do whenever they want. It's sort of like people are okay when a pretty girl wears a thong bikini, but no one wants to see a man in a a thong."

Casey thought about that for a moment and then said, "Well, I don't think I would mind seeing some guys in a thong." She glanced at me before turning back to her brother.

That was an interesting admission, but I had to point out, "Maybe that's true for you, but not most people."

Rob agreed with me and added, "So that shoots one reason to be embarrassed, what's another reason?"

I could see her blush. She looked so pretty there, completely naked, looking at the two of us with an appearance of low self-esteem.

"According to our instructor," Casey said, "we're supposed to arouse our audience. A good strip-tease is not about us, it's focused on the pleasure of the ones we're stripping for."

"Well, I don't know about Rob," I said, "but one of the things that I found extremely erotic was your obvious arousal. I loved seeing you turned on, and if you had have climaxed in front of us, I probably wouldn't have lasted as long as I did."

"Really?" she asked.

Rob cleared his throat and said, "I don't know. I think that part of your sensuality is brought out because you're turned on." He looked at me and added, "What if she got off on me and then couldn't perform for you?"

He had a point, but Casey quickly objected, "That's not possible! I get so aroused stripping, I could get off at least three or four times without a problem."

Damn! Is Rob's sister a nymphomaniac? I liked her two years ago when I left for college, now I was falling in love.

"You really think you could be in a room with a couple dozen men, do a strip-tease and get off on all of them?" Rob asked.

Casey thought for a moment and said, "I don't know. I've never thought of doing this in front of that many people. I've always imagined a small, intimate group. I think if I did this professionally, I'd be on stage or something, and I think I could hold back in that setting. Besides, I don't have to cum for every guy, just be aroused and cum on a few."

"I've got an idea," I said, my lust for this girl growing again, "how about later this evening, you give us another performance, but this time let yourself go. Pretend we're an audience of ten or more and see how many times you can get off. You know, go back and forth between us pretending each time we're a different guy or something."

Rob looked at me, and I know he liked the idea. His cock was hard again, and I think he was ready for Casey to give us another strip-tease right then.

"Hey, that's a great idea," he said. "You can see how many orgasms you can have. If you can have a dozen orgasms, then I think you'll be a much bigger hit than any of the other women in your class."

Casey clearly brightened with the idea. "Would that be okay with you guys?" she asked. "it sounds like a lot of fun, and I'm so horny I could die."

I have to admit that this whole exchange had me going. Casey seemed so casual about her arousal and sexual cravings, and her brother treated her like a girl, not his sister. I really didn't know what to make of it, but I wasn't going to complain.

To be continued...