Surprise! My Sister is a Stripper



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Surprise! My Sister is a Stripper (MF F voy solo - MF voy - MF inc exhib solo/mast)



by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000.



I'd imagine that the title gives a little bit of this situation away. But the surprise discovery was only part of this sticky situation with my sister. My sister, Teresa, whom I called Terry, and I, Alexander, had been close as kids. I was three years older than she was, and four years younger than my brother, Will. My brother and I got along OK, but I was always closer to my sister. This closeness extended to discussions about sex and lovers. Having a girl to talk about that with me when I was a teenager was a big help, as she'd let me know what she'd like from me, if I were her boyfriend. When I went away to college, we lost touch a bit, getting involved with our own lives. When I ran short of money, I moved back to my hometown and enrolled in the state college. That brings me up to where this tale begins.







At the time of this first incident, I was in my last year of college, working part time to cover tuition and happy to be living away from home. I had my own place, and, even if it was something of a dump, it was all mine, no roommates to share it with. A delightful, sexy girlfriend, Jeanette, who worked as a stripper, or perhaps you'd call it an exotic dancer, was my steady girlfriend. I didn't think that my parents would approve of that relationship, and neither of us made any claims nor requests for a more permanent relationship or any promises that we'd stay together in the future. Still, we had a lot of fun together, and, for the most part, didn't go out with anyone else.



I had met her at the club where she worked, where she was visiting on her day off. We ended up talking and getting a little drunk, she more than I. She needed a ride home, and I offered her one. But I was sufficiently clearheaded to realize that my driving wasn't too good, and I asked her if she'd mind if I took her to my place, where she could sleep until morning, when I'd take her home. I lived only a couple of blocks from there. Jeanette was a little worried about that; I told her she could sleep on the bed and I'd take the couch, and I promised that I wouldn't try anything while she was drunk.



When she woke up in the morning, naked in bed, she saw me sleeping in my clothes on the couch. She then decided that I was a nice, attractive man and woke me up to take a shower together. Then, even before we were dry, we got back into bed. After that, our relationship developed nicely, both in bed and in other ways. The only sticking point in our relationship, really, was my family. I had brought up, hypothetically, the idea of a relationship like this one, and they hadn't thought it was good at all. Better to wait until you're ready to get married, they'd said, and then pick a nice girl.



Fortunately, I didn't have to bring my girlfriends home to visit. But I did worry a bit about what they'd think of me if they knew just how kinky a girl I had found, like in that Rick James song, Super Freak! "She's a very freaky girl, the kind you don't take home to mother." Jeanette was that, and I loved her for it. And when she told me she liked being a stripper and fooling around, I told her that was good, I liked her doing that. Not all the dancers had boyfriends who could handle them teasing other men, or perhaps doing even more than tease.



On this particular day, I got home from school in the early afternoon, grabbed a quick bite to eat, took a shower, and left to meet Jeanette. I headed out to the stripper bar where Jeanette worked, to get together with her and maybe go out or home after she got off work. Some days, she would just be too tired, but usually, she'd at least stop by for a bit. I saw her there, sitting at the bar.



We sat at a table and talked as usual, and mostly I didn't pay attention to the girls dancing on stage. Jeanette never seemed to mind if I looked, but, other than watching some interesting moves or the various ways that guys would try to get more than a peek, it was more interesting to just be with her, even though she was dressed. This wasn't an all-nude place, the girls had to have pasties on, though early in the day they often skipped that despite what the law said, and something covering their pussies, if little else.



Surprise! I saw my younger sister getting on stage, and I heard, "A new girl at our club," over the PA. The bartender continued with, "Here is Miss Kelly Ann."



At first, I was not sure that it was she, even though her hair was right and she looked like her. Terry had always seemed a bit shy, though not prudish, and I hadn't thought that she'd do something like this. She had on a "bad girl" outfit, a black, heavy-metal T-shirt, leather skirt, and spike-heeled shoes taller than I'd seen her wear. But it was she, and I told Jeanette, "That's my sister."



Her reaction was, "Cool, she looks good, especially that snake tattoo going up her leg."



My sister was three years younger than I, and she had gotten married, moved out, and gotten divorced in the time after I moved out. I hadn't seen her all that often during that time, and I didn't know what kind of work she had been doing to support herself. Until now, that is.



Dropping out of high school to have a kid doesn't do much for your employment prospects. Terry managed to get her high school equivalency after her divorce, and kept a place of her own. Her move back home after the divorce lasted only a month, as she simply couldn't stand being nagged.



Being a stripper doesn't always make a lot of money, but it can. Jeanette was nice enough to realize that she made more than I did, working in a restaurant doing unskilled labor while going to school. Terry had mentioned getting a tattoo, but had never shown it to me. It started at the knee and went up the inner thigh, hidden underneath her skirt. From where we were, all we could see of it was the tail, and not all that well.



We watched for a while as she danced around, finishing her first song without taking anything off. The next one, she took off the T-shirt, exposing a black net bra which didn't hide her nipples. I had not seen her naked, or even in a bra, for a few years, and her breasts were very full, more than when she was 15. Maybe because she'd had a kid and that made them grow a bit, or just the result of growing up, but they looked very good to me. It felt strange to be watching my sister and getting turned on a little bit by her, just as though she was one of the other girls.



The next song, she took off her skirt. She had a black G-string on under it, which exposed her ass nicely and didn't cover her pussy up much, either. Soon, the few guys sitting next to the stage pulled out dollar bills and stuck them into the strings on her bottom, with one guy putting two into her shoes, one through the strap of each.



At Jeanette's urging, we moved up next to the stage. I didn't think my sister had noticed me yet, as I was off in the darkness. The lights were bright on stage, and she was looking at a couple of guys at the other end who had money on the table, hoping to get them to give it to her.



She came around the stage to where we were sitting, taking her bra off on the way and getting ready for her next song. She looked at me and stared in shock. I tried not to stare at her, but, with her tits uncovered and hard, bare nipples exposed, it wasn't easy to do.



Jeanette pulled out a buck and stuck it in my hand, daring me to give it to her. Terry said, "Hi, fancy meeting you here," and laughed nervously. She didn't cover her tits up, though, as we talked. "Don't tell dad or mom about this, please, Alex?"



"I won't," I answered. I didn't want to cause her trouble.



Terry looked at Jeanette and saw how she was sitting next to me, holding my thigh. She asked, "Do you guys know each other?"



Jeanette grinned and told her, "Very intimately. We've been going out for a while."



"Oh, another secret to keep. I won't tell mom about you going out with Jeanette, and you won't tell dad about my dancing career. OK?" Terry demanded.



There was one more reason that mom didn't like Jeanette; she wasn't the same race as the one written on my driver's license. That shouldn't have mattered, and it didn't seem important to us. My parents had made a few remarks the one time that she came along with me, "just as a friend," which were unkind and bigoted, to put it mildly.



"No problem. Do you have fun doing this?"



"And it pays well, too! You shouldn't look at me like that. Does he look at you like that, eyes popping out, when you dance?" she asked Jeanette.



"He sure does! I like it. It gets him all hot and bothered for later on."



"If you want this money, you better get moving," I told Terry, laughing. It was the kind of teasing that the guys here do with dancers, especially when they get to talking. This early in the day, the boss didn't mind if the girls relaxed a bit, unless the customers seemed impatient. The guys at the other end of the stage didn't seem to be the impatient kind, and they called the waitress over to get more drinks while we talked. But they looked over when I started teasing Terry with the buck in my hand, and I told her, "Move your ass, girl!"



It felt weird, telling my sister to do this, as if she was any other girl there that I was teasing. But then she really started to get into it. I mean, really, insanely, hot dancing, the kind of hip movements which the girls usually save for encores where the guys are going to toss money on the stage instead of applause. It seemed like she was trying to turn me on, to punish me for catching her here. As if the shock of seeing her body and enjoying it was going to blow my mind, even though I'd seen it before when we were younger. So far, other than tits, it wasn't much more revealing than her string bikini, and even with that a fair amount of tit hangs out, so it wasn't much different, right?



Well, she didn't let it go that way. I watched her, trying to look cool, as if she was just another girl and not my sister. More, I sat there as if this wasn't anything unusual. Or, at least, I tried to do that. She gyrated, making her hips wiggle and tits bounce, and she teased her fingers along the side of her G-string bottom, as if she might pull it away. Some of the other dancers do that, when they are trying to get someone really turned on. A dancer wasn't allowed to take the thing off, but, if it should get pulled out a bit, revealing a bit of pussy, it was OK as long as there wasn't an undercover cop around. Even then it might be OK, if no one touched it but she and the thing didn't come off.



Terry did that now, squatting in front of me, legs spread, pulling the cloth covering her pussy to the side, and said, "Bro, isn't this the sweetest thing you've ever seen and can't have?"



It was very pretty and wet. She had her pubic hair trimmed, only a patch above her slit, and I could see the head of the snake completely, its tongue running along her slit, which was completely bare. Jeanette trimmed as well; most of the dancers did it a bit so they could wear tight bottoms without them puffing out too much from their hair or having curls slip out. I hadn't seen Terry's pussy for nearly four years, since I moved out, and it really turned me on to look at her.



I put the money into her hand, and Jeanette decided to tease her and me about this, saying, "You owe her more than a buck for that show. Just look at you, turned on like the devil himself." She then grabbed my hard dick in my pants and pulled at it, making it obvious to Terry, to prove her point.



My sister moved off to collect some tips from the other guys there and finished her dancing set. Jeanette needed to get changed for her act, and she told me, "I need to get dressed, and I could use some help. I think I can help you out, too, if we go now. There's time before I have to go on for us to get it on."



We went off into the back room, where the changing area is. It has a bit of privacy, in the form of partitions, but it isn't truly private. On the other hand, only dancers and their SO's usually go back there; not even the boss lady spies on them much, unless there's been trouble with the cops, so it doesn't feel like making it on stage. Which was something that Jeanette always wanted to do, if we wouldn't get thrown in jail if we had tried it.



"Watching you watch your sister get naked really turned me on. Look at you, ready to go. Come on, fuck me _now_!" Jeanette commanded. I was extremely interested in doing just that, and, as she quickly stripped her clothes off, no underwear as usual, I pulled my shoes and pants off. I was going to take my shirt off as well, and socks, too, so as to be completely naked, but Jeanette grabbed my dick and pulled me into her. She was leaning up against the dressing table; I started to pump into her from behind, and it felt great.



I hadn't checked on my sister. She was in back changing as well. But she hadn't actually changed clothes, she just had a drink and was resting there, wearing her G-string with her shoes off. My sister came over by us, carrying her drink, hand inside her G- string, and surprised me by saying, "Damn, you look fine there! Don't stop on my account. Is he doing that so fine because of me, or you?" she asked Jeanette. "I'm going to stay and watch you guys, if you don't mind."



Jeanette insisted, "Stay, I need to get him off before I go on." I didn't have much choice; it felt as though my dick would break if I didn't keep fucking. Terry slipped her G-string off and sat down in front of us, continuing to rub her pussy. It didn't take too long for me to come with this stimulation, but I held out long enough to feel Jeanette shake in her own orgasm. My sister groaned, letting us know audibly that she got her rocks off watching us. I licked up Jeanette, trying to help her get ready to go on, since come dripping out doesn't look appealing on stage, at least not to some of the guys there.



Jeanette pulled her outfit on, a tiger-pattern bikini covered up with a loose black kaftan dress. She had to go out to do her dancing, leaving us alone, Terry naked, me with my pants pulled off.



I should have been embarrassed, but Terry didn't seem to be bothered by what she had done or by watching me. This was only temporary, I thought, a result of the shock of this situation -- she would soon say something, cover up, or otherwise indicate that we shouldn't do this. Before that happened, I let my curiosity about her situation take control, so I moved closer to her. I saw her snake tattoo, and it drew me in. I had watched it when she danced, but I hadn't been able to see it in detail. Kneeling down in front of my sister, I asked her, "Can I take a look at your snake tattoo?"



"I guess; you've seen it all before. It's only fair, bro, for the show you just put on for me," Terry replied, and she smiled. "It's going to be a little wet now, from dancing and my juice."



Terry spread her legs, letting me take a close look at the decoration on the inside of her leg. I followed the snake's body, touching it with my fingers. It went up her inner thigh and led right to her pussy. The head was just outside where her G-string had covered. The red, forked tongue pointed to her clit. My fingers were still touching her tattoo, and I didn't stop until I was at the end of the tongue.



"I can see what the snake is looking to taste with that tongue," I said, and I slid my finger past the tip and onto her clit, which was pleasantly wet. "Didn't it hurt, getting a tattoo put there? I didn't think there were places which did that around here."



"All tattoos hurt," Terry answered, "but I had this one done in different places. A shop did most of the snake, but a friend of mine, Pauly, did the tongue. Kisses helped make the pain go away. You can let go of it now, Lex."



My fingers had held onto her clit, which was easily big enough to catch between them. I hadn't even thought about it as I listened to her. We had seen each other close, like this, when we were younger. We weren't kids anymore, and I knew that I really shouldn't be touching her as I was. My curiosity about her tattoo was satisfied. I let go, but I squeezed my fingers on her clit before I did so. I hadn't touched her there in ten years, not since we had mutually agreed that it was off-limits, not proper contact between brother and sister.



"Don't do that!" my sister yelped. "Well, I let you check me out, so, Lex, it's only fair that I get to look at you. Sit in this chair, OK, bro?"



I felt embarrassed a bit by this, as I was still wet, soaked with come from me and my girlfriend. I was also a little worried, because my sister and I had played "tit for tat" games with our teasing before. My touching her wasn't teasing, not until I pinched her clit. But it was fair to give her the same chance. If I didn't, she would find some way to pay me back, and I figured it was safer to get it over with now. That's what we usually did, dealt with things right away, so we didn't fight much when we were kids.



I didn't have a tattoo, but Terry still ran her fingers up my leg in the same place I had on her. She slid her fingers across my balls, leaving them there, stroking it, then holding the sack. I winced, anticipating a painful pinch. I still remember the time she had twisted my scrotum when I was 12, not knowing the pain it could cause. She knew better now, of course.



Sighing, releasing the breath I hadn't noticed I was holding I relaxed, as she let her fingers move up to the base of my cock, then up the shaft to the head, enclosing it. She then let them lie there and said, "No tattoos here. But it feels a bit used up, don't you think?"



Then she pinched it hard, between her fingers, around the head. It was still soft, so it didn't hurt too badly. She let go after a few seconds and said, "I hope you didn't mind that?"



"I can live with it, I guess. I won't do that again."



My sister and I both got dressed, with her putting on the same "bad girl" outfit she had worn on stage, including her G-string. We went out and sat at a table near the stage to watch Jeanette's dancing.



This situation felt really weird. I mean, I was sitting there, turned on by my sister, but I had a hot girlfriend who'd just fucked me in front of my sis, who'd gotten herself off watching us. Watching her do that was still hot in my mind. I had touched her pussy and held her clit, and she had squeezed my wet dick. This made me think things that I hadn't thought of in a long time about my sister. We sat there, watching my girlfriend doing a pleasing stripping dance. As usual, I didn't tip her; I don't tip her on stage unless I'm playing with her to encourage the other customers. Terry could see that I was getting turned on, watching Jeanette and enjoying her show, but she seemed to be bothered by something.



"Lex, do you come in on days when Jeanette isn't working here?" Terry asked.



"Not usually, why?"



"I was thinking that I want to work here, but it would be too embarrassing if you were around."



"Embarrassing, or something else?" I asked, laughing. But I thought I knew what she meant. I wasn't embarrassed, exactly, about what had happened. But it didn't feel normal, either.



"It's just something. I don't want to have you watching me. This place pays pretty good, better than where I usually work. They'll take me part time, and it might turn into something more. So, if you could just work it out so you don't come around when I'm up there, I'd like that."



After Jeanette got done with her set, we all got together with the boss and worked out a new schedule plan. She thought that a kinky girl might not mind her brother being around, but she understood and we made new arrangements. I also decided that I wasn't going to come in to get Jeanette if Terry was there, and we agreed to meet at the door.



I liked looking at my sister, but she was my _sister_, not just another girl. I didn't know if I could handle a repeat of today, not in the back room. And I wasn't sure that it might not lead to something more, if we started hanging around when she was naked.







A couple years passed. I wasn't going out with Jeanette now. We had broken up after I graduated, and that was mostly due to us not being in love, just friendly lust. She had met a kind man who wanted to save her from a life of sin and keep her at home in the style which she had become accustomed to. I had found a succession of jobs and had a few short relationships.



I did get to see my sister from time to time, but I never tried to see her strip. I had quit going to clubs like that after I stopped seeing Jeanette. Truthfully, I only went there with her because she worked there, and she liked getting screwed at work. Stripping is one of the few jobs where her employer won't complain if she did that on her break, as long as she didn't collect any money for it. She liked this place because the owner let her do that with me, though it took a while to talk the boss into that, even though I was her boyfriend. Letting random guys into the back room tends to draw the attention of law enforcement, so I was very pleased to be treated as one of the gang at the club.



My sister liked to get a good tan, though, and would often be topless, sometimes with just a little G-string bottom, when I'd stop by her place. But she seemed cool about that situation, unlike stripping. Terry told me that when she danced it was to get the guys horny, and she didn't want to do that with her brother. She showed more in the sunshine than she usually did in the clubs, but it was true, it was a more innocent situation. There were lots of places in the world where going topless, even with your brother, wouldn't be strange. Sometimes, she'd cover up, but a few times, we'd lay out in the sun together. Her place had an industrial area behind it, with a hill in the way, a large fence blocking the view from the neighbors. She told me "I really love the privacy, it lets me have lots of fun in the back yard!"



The only slightly naughty thing we did was put suntan lotion on each other. However, she teased my nipples when doing so more than I did hers. I would just rub the lotion on her breasts and nipples in a quick pass, just as if it were anywhere else on her body. She would spend several minutes stroking my nipples, tickling touches on the hair around them. But that was as far as it went, just a bit of teasing and sometimes tickling. But both of us had outgrown ticklishness, or at least had the ability to control it. Our tickling never lasted long as a result; it was just a bit of testing, like we had done when teasing when we were kids.



At that time, I wasn't going out regularly with anyone. I hadn't told anyone in our family about my sister's work, and she had done other things over the last two years than just dancing. But it paid well, and she still would take jobs from time to time. She worked for a private agency, doing house parties, rather than working in clubs, because it paid better.



She needed to have someone come along, to drive her after she lost her driver's license and to help "bounce" if there was trouble. Usually, she had a convenient boyfriend to help out with this, someone she didn't mind getting naked and horny in front of. Then, one time, I was babysitting her daughter, and she had to get to a job which was quite a distance away. Her "man," Jerry, couldn't make it. His car had broken down, he said; he'd been sitting in a bar, more likely, but he just didn't show up to pick her up from my place. No time to get anyone else, plans ruined, a few hundred on the line plus the annoyance to her agent, and she realized that I was available. We had avoided doing anything like this, or even talking much about what she did on these jobs.



We had to take her kid along for this trip, too. She was old enough to know what mommy did, about five, if not quite to understand what it was all about. The plan was that I was going to stay in the car with my niece, and she'd go into the house, do her act, and come out. I was a bit nervous about doing this with her, and even more about having my niece along when we did this. I managed to miss a stop sign while trying to find the turn for the street, and, sure enough, a cop came up, lights flashing, and we pulled over. We did the whole, "Do you know what you did?", "Yes, I do, officer, I'm sorry," routine. He wrote me up a ticket, and he noticed that my niece had undone her seatbelt. But he decided to be nice, possibly due to my sister being there, and wrote it up as an adult no-belt violation. Being stopped meant that Terry was going to be late for her engagement, and she worried about that.



When we got there, she got nervous, thinking that, if there was trouble, it would be good to have me closer. I'm tall enough to look intimidating, and that would help. Her kid being along was another thing to help keep it safe, assuming that the guys were only horny, not truly perverted. We wouldn't watch the act, just be in the next room listening for a call for help, which probably wouldn't be necessary.



OK, that seemed to be safe enough, just helping out my sister this way. But there was a mirror, which gave me a good view of the room where she was to dance. At first, I didn't plan to actually watch her dance, just look enough to see if there was trouble. I talked with her daughter, who was looking the other way at me, unable to see the mirror.



I tried not to stare at the mirror as she passed back and forth, visible only part of the time. She got down to a G-string, as I'd seen her in before, and she still looked very attractive, dancing in bare feet on the carpet. She played some very sexy music on the little boom box as she danced. For her final number, she pulled the last of her clothes off, stood in front of the guest of honor whose birthday it was, then sat on his lap about halfway through the song. She stayed there, snuggling, until the song ended. My sister then got up, pulled her G-string on, then started to grab the rest of her clothes and other things. Sis pulled her shirt on, leaving her bikini top off. I had gotten hard and excited watching her do this, but I figured that I'd have time to relax a bit before she could see me.



Terry came in to get us. She told me that the guy's wife, who'd gotten him this special present, had asked her if, once she got dressed, we could all meet the family. The wife and her daughter- in-law had stayed for the show, Terry told me, but the other women had left. The two remaining women wanted to say hello to all of us, thought it was delightful that Terry's family had come along, and didn't mind about what she did. I don't know if she noticed me being hard or not, but I definitely noticed her ass in the G- string as she walked away.



She went off with her clothes to the bathroom to finish getting dressed as the guy's wife introduced herself, and then we met the rest of the family. This turned into a more-or-less ordinary get- acquainted meeting. The lady of the house told me it was good that I could help my sister out this way and not be too embarrassed. I felt funny, but not really embarrassed, so I guess that was true. Mostly, the folks there started to talk with my niece, and that let me just stand there and relax.



But as a final bit of surprise, the guy asked my sister "Aren't you Terry Burrell, Bob Burrell's kid?"



"How do you know that?"



"We worked together, and I stopped by his house a few times. I knew you looked familiar. He's a nice guy. And he's OK with you doing this kind of thing?"



"Sure. Well, he worries a bit, but it is OK," Terry answered. It was possible that she had mentioned something to our dad, but I didn't remember it coming up.



"Well, say hello to him from me when you see him again. It's a small world, isn't it?" he asked, laughing loudly.



His wife mentioned that we had gotten stopped by the cops, which came out in the conversation with my niece. Being a pleasant, somewhat important guy, he said, "Give me the tickets, and I'll take care of it. Don't worry about it, and thanks for my birthday present!"



Then we left. Terry gave me gas money and "bouncing money," a part of her payment that she always gives to the guy that helps her out. It felt odd to take money from her for doing this, but she insisted.



Having done this, my sister still tried to avoid having me see her stripping. There were some other changes, though, such as her staying topless outside, sunbathing or just walking around, almost every time when I visited, and both of us acting as though there wasn't anything unusual about it. It did turn me on, but she was my sister and I guess I got used to it. She always looked attractive, but I never tried even the slightest advance.



At least, not until a few months after the last time I'd watched her strip. She needed a ride to a special, out-of-town party. I was at my brother's place; he was out, my sister-in-law was there and their kids and my sister's kid, with no one else to watch them. My sister was expecting to be able to find a ride for her show. But she couldn't find any guys to do it, nor girls, even though she didn't like using them for bouncing, they not being tough enough. It would pay really well, and she didn't want to give it up. My sister-in-law was a bit drunk and didn't have a driver's license, either, and I wasn't going to let either of them borrow my car for this adventure.



"This is a great party, Alex. Five hundred dollars just for showing up, a bonus for a second session since the other girl they wanted can't make it, and these guys will tip well, my agent said. But I need to get there soon or they'll be pissed off, and I really need this money."



Now, that was rather high pay for this kind of thing. It wasn't that private dancing didn't pay well for the time, but this was an awful lot for just a dancer. Even if my sister was really good, and I happened to think that she was, I worried a bit about it. So I asked her, "Exactly what kind of dancing will you be doing for this party?"



"It's a nude gig. Strip and stay naked, three acts, plus a bedroom tease-dance with the groom-to-be. I wouldn't ask you to come along for something like this, but I really need the money. You can just keep an eye on the guys and don't have to look at me. I need to get there, and I just need to have you around in case I need help. Please, bro?"



I was not unexcited by this prospect, but I also wasn't overjoyed. But I could tell that she really did need the money. She was low on funds, not able to make the rent, and, even though her landlord might not kick her out this time, it could happen. So I told her, "OK, we can go."



"Right away, we need to get going right away. Lex, catch my bag. I have all my stuff all set."



So we went off. It was a long drive. She turned the radio on and cranked it up, so we couldn't talk much. She had been drinking a bit already, and I'd had a couple of beers, and Terry just wanted to relax, I guess, before doing this.



When we got to the house, a very nice place in the rich suburbs of our neighboring city, the group there did seem like nice guys. There were about twenty men in the room, mostly college age. The party seemed active, with lots of laughing and no other women present besides my sister. It seemed like a typical bachelor party of sorts, and my sister was going to be a bit of bonus teasing for the groom.



"Don't tell these guys that I'm your sister, Lex," my sister whispered to me. "And watch what they do, in case they get too wild. But I think I'm going to have fun. The groom is a hunk!"



When they offered me a drink, I said, "Soda only, no booze, please. I need to be able to drive safely."



"Well, I guess we can find some. There are no designated drivers here, though!" the guy said, and he laughed. My sister took a drink, though, then went off to change for her show. The guys were all ready for it; one of them was a bit annoyed at us being late, and said he hoped that it would be worth it. I told them, "She sure will be."



I didn't know how true that was going to turn out. They had hoped to get two girls for their party, not one, and that meant that my sister would need to work quite hard to make them happy if she hoped to get a good tip. The extra-long dance session was also unusual. Most of her private dances were less than an hour, but this was supposed to be three hours, with naked breaks when she wouldn't dance but the guys could look. Looking worried about the things my sister had described, I was, but she told me, "Unless these guys try to rape me, just let me handle it."



This time, I didn't wait in another room as she did her dances. I stood off to the side of the room, not close by her, but a few of the guests were near me. As she did her teasing dance, taking her pants off, then shoes, shirt, and bra, she moved around the room, wiggling, bouncing tits, moving to the music. She sat on the lap of the groom-to-be and rubbed her tits against his face, on his cheek. She ground her groin against him as she danced. Terry pulled off her G-string, then rubbed her naked body against him. She then moved away and danced around the room, letting the other guys look but not touch too much. They patted her ass, held her tits, but didn't grab her, and she complained quickly and looked at me when one of the guys tried to pull her onto his lap. Terry said, "No, only Roy, the groom, gets to do that. If he isn't chicken!"



My sister came close by me, and I could smell her pussy. I was sure that she was having fun doing this and getting turned on, which seemed to me to be the best way to do it if she was going to dance naked like this. She even came over close by me, and said, "You could grab me if you want, that would be OK."



Now, I wasn't supposed to let on that I'm her brother, so I figured that she was just trying to tease her customers a bit. So I answered, "You'll have to wait until we get home."



She went back to the groom in her trip around the room, sat on his lap, kissed him, and said, "You're going to make your wife a lucky woman."



Then it was her break. My sister went off to the bathroom to freshen up, which in this case included wiping the sweat off her body. But I think that the leftover wetness looked even sexier than the sweat from her dancing, and her pussy glistened with moisture of its own. She walked around a bit, letting all the guys get a good look, but now, without the music, not one tried to touch her. So far, this seemed like it might be a calm, if sexy, adventure.



Terry sat by me, leaned up against me, and said, "This is going to be fun, I think. These guys are really cool about this, and that Roy makes me horny." She laughed, then got up and went over to sit by Roy. I watched my sister as she sat on the chair across from him and spread her legs, making a beautiful sight with her pussy open a bit and wet. I could see it as well, and she smiled at me. She was very turned on by this situation.



I'd seen her this hot before, but it had been a very long time. Flashback time, now -- I sat there, and let myself drift off into my memories. . . .







When we still lived together at home, there were times when we'd get body peeks after showers. We came upstairs from the bathroom in a towel, and they didn't always cover perfectly. She'd stop by my room and talk, and the towel would barely cover her waist, and she'd sit and expose herself. Or she'd turn, and I'd see nothing covering her behind, since the towel didn't wrap all the way. She got to see me the same way, too, and sometimes we'd get dressed without closing the door. It was rather relaxed, but not leading to sex, really. Up until I was thirteen, we weren't told not to get naked with each other, and we played often in the nude, touching each other. My brother had to tell on us that year, for whatever reason, and that meant we couldn't simply get naked together, not without risking punishment. Still, we both let the other see more than most opposite sex siblings show.



But one day, I was naked, masturbating, with the door closed, and she walked in. I was close to coming, and she said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to . . ."



I said, "That's OK," as I came. She stayed and watched me wipe myself up, and I explained how I did this often, and it felt good. She said the same kind of thing, and, shortly after that, she left her door open to let me watch her.



When I noticed that, I walked in, said "Hello," then asked if she minded me being there.



"No," Terry said, and very deliberately demonstrated, for quite a while, how she made herself feel good. I had to take care of myself, so I went to my room. Terry knocked, came in when I said to, and watched me. But we didn't repeat this, once we had shown what we could do and how it made us feel. We became less shy about being naked around each other. Terry tended to start the game of "let me see you naked," asking to see me so I would feel compelled to ask her.



Only one of us would be naked at a time when we played like this. She let me feel her pussy and tits, and I let her feel me, but it was only touching, nothing more. It never came close to true masturbation. Even after she lost her virginity and showed me, just so I'd believe her, I never felt tempted to have sex with her. I moved out when I went away to college, and that was the end to our occasional looks at each other. That day when we masturbated was, now, almost 10 years in the past. But I still remembered it, and I remembered how my thoughts had been of doing more than just watching her. . . .







But, here and now, my sister was getting hot, wet, and naked in front of me. After almost an hour, she finally got dressed again, in a new costume. This time, a biker chick with chains and a whip. This was yet another side of her I hadn't seen. She really got into her evil role, teasing the whip across all the guys. She took off her shirt, a short skirt (much as I had seen her in before, perhaps the same one), and had on only a chain, wrapped over her breasts and between her legs. It was the kind of chain you might use on a dog collar or leash, wrapped around her breasts, looped twice between her legs, with links to each side of her slit. The ends of the chain were tied around her waist, handing down in front of her slit, bouncing against her pussy as she moved. I could see it striking her as she moved, obviously stimulating her, but if it hurt her she gave no sign of pain.



When she came by Roy, she said, "Are you a good boy or a bad boy?" and flicked the whip between his legs.



"I'm trying to be good, but it is really hard with you doing this."



"Aren't you going to miss having fun like this once you get married?"



One of the other guys answered, "I don't see how, he doesn't get any now."



Terry asked in reply, "You mean that you're marrying a virgin?" in a sultry voice, mouth open in mock innocence.



"Uggh . . . no. But she never came by with chains and a whip."



"Well, just tell her all about tonight, and she might change her mind. Maybe you'll want to try me out for comparison shopping."



There was more teasing, but that was the heart of that set. She even came by, pressed up against me, and then actually hit me with her whip, saying, "You naughty boy. Keep that thing down, or I'll have to punish you." She didn't hit me in the groin, or all that hard. I think that made my erection feel worse. I was getting really turned on, and it was obvious that she was, too.



She didn't take off the chains for the next break, and she sat on Roy's lap a lot during this time. Terry explained to me that the other guys wanted her to tease him as hard as she could, and she certainly was doing so. My sister told me, "I wouldn't mind it if it wasn't just teasing. I've felt his cock, and I really could use it now."



Which wasn't exactly the kind of thing I wanted to talk about with my sister when I was hard and turned on enough to hurt, and she was naked. Not just naked, either -- two chains clinking together drew my eyes to her lovely clit, and the rest of her wet pussy.



Worse, though I was tempted to slip off to the bathroom for some relief, there was a line of guys waiting. I went and pissed outside, but I didn't feel like trying anything else out there. When I came back in, Terry told me "The next dance will be something really special," then went off to dress again.



She came out in a wedding dress. It was her actual dress, the one she wore, not just a costume. There is something sexy about wedding dresses, especially the way that she wore it, with nothing under it. Just as she had at her own wedding, as she had told me, along with more details of her honeymoon than most sisters tell.



But before she got into her wedding-music dance, she came over to me and said, "I want to do something more than just dance tonight. Can you handle it if I decide to get laid? Just Roy, not the others. I like him. The guys made an offer to me to do it, but it isn't the money, though I don't mind that. I like him, really, and want to have fun. Please?"



Now, this kind of request was hard to deal with. At least, that is what I thought to myself, the kind of strange talking-to- yourself things that go on when you are really thrown for a loop. The legal question aside, and I didn't think these guys were cops, there were some issues there I wasn't sure about. She was my sister, and this was pretty close to prostitution. Except that the money wasn't why she was doing it if the situation were reversed, and I was a stripper and the bride happened to come on to me, I'd go for it. She was very horny, but it wasn't like I didn't know that she had sex, or something like that.



"Sure, no problem," I answered.



"You'll have to come in the bedroom with us, and keep the other guys out. It's OK if you watch; after all, I've watched you before. Just make sure that only Roy gets into me, right?"



"Huh?"



"A couple of the guys came up to me as I was changing and touched my pussy. I don't want this to turn into a gang-bang. I need you there to keep it safe and still let me have fun."



Could I handle it? She was asking me to stay and watch her fuck, and not do anything myself. Implicitly, I was going to take her home and not tell anyone, especially her boyfriend, who hadn't come along on this trip, and most especially our parents, that she was like this. She was a bit drunk, but seemed sincere. So I said, "Yes, I'll make sure you get only what you want. Just the groom, no others, right?"



"That's it, no gang-bang here. He's so cute, and I just need this, please?"



"OK, no problem, Terry."



She then did her wedding dance. My sister started out with the wedding march; she walked around the room with the step-and-stop march that goes along with it, passing the guests as though she was going down the aisle. She stopped, as the song ended, right next to the groom. Her tape then went into a little speech about "Do you take this man to be your husband?" and Terry said, "Yes, I do, right here and right now!" The music moved into a dance beat, and she slowly pulled her dress off. She said, "Lex, get this and keep it safe," and I came over by her, picked it up, and carried it over to her bags.



When I came back, she was telling Roy, " . . . it's time to cross the threshold, if you're ready. Just pick me and carry me to the bedroom, and I'm yours."



Roy, however, didn't seem up to doing this. He moved away. His friends took him aside, and my sister waited there, naked as a bride on her wedding night. A couple of minutes later, they came back, and one of them said, "Just go in the bedroom. He's all ready for you."



Terry headed off, and I followed. When I got to the door, one of the other guys asked if I was going in, and I told him, "Yes, I have to, it's part of the job. You have to stay outside."



Roy was lying naked on the bed, not hard, perhaps a bit nervous about what his friends had talked him into doing. I was very hard myself, and couldn't believe that I'd let her talk me into watching her do this. Terry climbed onto the bed and knelt between his legs. Then she took his cock into her mouth and started sucking on it. She looked like she was doing this very well, by Roy's reaction. She did this for a few minutes, but didn't let him come.



"Roy, it's your turn now. A nice practice "ride" before your real one. Just treat me as nice as you'll treat your wife."



Terry lay down on the bed and let Roy touch her. He took his time, doing a very enjoyable slow massage and kisses over her body, and then licked her wet pussy. It didn't take long before Terry said, "Fuck me, please, stick it into me." She pulled her legs up and apart and let Roy mount her. Then Terry wrapped her legs around his back. It didn't take long for both of them to come, very close to a simultaneous orgasm.



I thought that they'd stop there. But Roy said, "Girl, I'm still ready to go. I can't believe how much this turns me on."



"I bet you'll do just fine for the real deal, darling. Now, fuck me some more, I'm ready too."



They proceeded to repeat their fucking, taking a bit more time on this second go. Roy bent over to kiss Terry, which was the first time tonight that he had done that. I was a bit distracted watching them make love like this, and didn't notice the door on the other side of the room open. A few of the guys, five or six, came in. When my sister saw them, and they started moving closer to the bed, she looked at me and nodded her head to say "yes". I wasn't sure that she meant that it was OK for them to be in the room or OK for them to go at her. But I figured that I could ask before they actually touched her, so I didn't say anything about them.



It didn't take long for Terry to come again, and maybe a few times, from how she was shaking and moaning. I didn't think that Roy saw the guys come in, as he was facing away from the door and they were being quiet. As he came, he rolled over and lay back, very relaxed. The other guys then applauded, saying how well he'd performed and that he had better be that good after the wedding.



Terry got up, dripping wet come from her pussy. A couple of the guys grabbed at her and tried to push her down on the bed. She then yelled at me, "Come here, it's time to go home." And then she turned to the guys and said, "Show's over. Let me get out of here."



I moved over to her and helped her out of the room. Not bothering to get dressed, Terry just grabbed her bags and clothes, asked me if I still had the money, which I did, and started to leave.



She said, "Thanks for the great party, it was a lot of fun, but we have to go home now." We left the house, she walking naked, and still dripping, out to my car. She pulled on her T-shirt, put her shoes on, and hopped into the passenger seat in the car.



I put her bags in the back seat, got in the car, and started it. As we got moving, Terry said, "That was close. If you hadn't gotten me out of there, I'd have been sore for a week." And she laughed. "I can't believe it, I'm still horny."



"Hmm, has this kind of thing happened before at parties like this?"



"Not exactly like this, but, a couple of times before, when I did a gig with just my girlfriend along, I was horny and the guy was hot enough. But not for a big party. Once was just one guy alone, which was safe enough. The other was three guys, but there were two of us to take care of them."



As we headed toward home, Terry pulled her shirt up a bit, exposing her tits to me again, and then pulled it down. She rummaged through her bag and found a towel, then wiped herself off. She moved up, put the towel under her, and said, "I don't want to mess your car up too much. Still, I don't want to get dressed yet, either, if you don't mind."



"No problem, sis. Just relax."



I said "sis" on purpose, this time. Her relaxing meant rubbing the corner of the towel across her pussy, ostensibly to wipe it off. Soon, though, her fingers were moving into her, and all over her pussy, and one hand crawled up under her shirt.



"We should stop at my place first, before taking you home. It is late, and I don't think I'm up to the drive all the way home."



"Did you get a chance to jack off before we left?"



"Terry!" I exclaimed in protest. But she was right, of course, that I had a problem. "No, I was busy watching over you, and there were guys in every bathroom during your breaks. I think that they were handling themselves, but I didn't get a chance to. And I can't do it when I'm driving."



"So I guess you really do need to stop before we get to my place, or you'll die, heh?"



"Funny. It's all your fault. If you weren't my sister, I'd take care of this problem in a different way."



"I'm glad you were around to help out. I figured that the groom was safe, a healthy young man, not stupid enough to give anything to his wife. The rest of them, I wasn't sure. And I really liked how he fucked me. I told him to come inside me too, and not to use a condom. That was really sweet, wasn't it? You know that I can't have any more kids, right?"



"Yes, I know about that. And I guess that he was safe to do it with."



"Safe and sexy. But remember, please don't tell anyone about it."



My sister continued to rub herself all the way to my place. I turned the radio on, so I couldn't hear her as much, but I couldn't avoid the odor. It was too hot to open the windows, and the air conditioning didn't really cool off the part of me that needed cooling.



When we got to my apartment, Terry came in, still wearing just a T-shirt and shoes. It was late enough that I didn't think anyone would see, but it still seemed strange that she wasn't even trying to get dressed.



"Do you have anything to drink?" she asked. "Something hard and cold?"



"Yes."



We made drinks. I needed one, too. I was hard and hurting, but I really felt that a drink would do me good. My sister was sitting at the kitchen table with me, bare ass on the seat, and had a drink as well. She still had her hand between her legs, and asked me "What are you thinking about doing right now?"



_Sticking my dick up your pussy and fucking your brains out,_ I thought to myself. _You can't be so drunk that you don't know how much you've been torturing me on the drive home, or right now._ But I said, "Going to my room and taking care of my little problem."



"Lex, is that really what you're thinking?"



"No, but we can't do what I'm thinking."



"Remember when we were kids, and you watched me rub myself like this, and I watched you jack off? We could do that, and it would be safe. It's not like we'd be fucking."



"I remember. We were just kids then."



Terry pulled her T-shirt off and said, "I know this turns you on. It turns me on, too. I'd like to see you again, doing it. You're going to think about me when you grab your dick, so why not let me be there to enjoy it?"



Resistance is futile, sayeth the Borg. In this case, I was tired and horny and I didn't want to argue. I was glad she wasn't trying to ask for more; even if we weren't kids, it wasn't like this would actually be having sex. I'd fucked a girl in front of her, and tonight I watched her fuck a guy. Masturbating together wouldn't be a big deal, not compared to that.



Most importantly, I felt like my balls were going to explode and my dick would break if I didn't do something. I wasn't sure that I could safely handle the thing without it hurting, and I had to do something. I couldn't remember ever being so turned on for so long without doing something about it.



"You're right. But don't touch me at all. And just be patient, my balls are close to bursting."



"You poor, poor man," Terry replied, and giggled. That made her tits shake, and that made me even harder.



My pants were the first things to come off after my shoes. I had to get my dick uncovered to give some reduction to the pressure I felt. It didn't take long to remove the rest of my clothes. I lay down on the bed, and Terry moved next to me. We were side by side, our bodies touching. I had turned down the light, so we couldn't really look at each other well anyway, but in this position we looked mostly into each other's eyes. Slowly, I stroked my balls and dick, trying to get them to relax. Terry rubbed her pussy, rubbing her feet against mine as she did that. It didn't take long at all for me to come, and I almost passed out from that. I felt Terry come, moaning and saying, "Ummm, that's good."



We both fell asleep, a combination of drinking and orgasmic pleasure. We didn't even pull any covers up over us, and we stayed as we were, sleeping naked next to each other, all night.



In the morning, I woke up and was a bit confused. My sister woke up soon after I started moving, so I didn't have a chance to look at her, except to see that she was naked and I was as well. My dick was very hard as I awoke, a situation which happens from time to time and, given the previous night's activities, wasn't surprising. It seemed to me that I had dreamed of sex with my sister, of joining in an orgy of guys sucking her tits, licking her pussy, and fucking her all night long. I felt like I should be embarrassed over what had happened, but I wasn't.



Terry was a bit more confused, at first. "What happened last night?" she asked me. I explained, including, of course, that we hadn't actually fucked or otherwise had sex involving touching each other. I could have teased her about it, suggesting that we had done more. But this situation was bothering me, and I wasn't sure who the teasing would affect worse.



Terry inquired of me, "Are you still horny this morning?"



Since she was looking at my still very hard dick, I figured that I didn't need to answer. But then she said, "I'm still horny, too. I can't believe last night. That was just so hot. But, whatever you do, don't tell Jerry, I don't think he'll handle it well."



"I won't."



She started rubbing her pussy as she had last night. The light was better this morning, and she looked really wonderful doing it. Then she said, "Move to the other side of the bed and lie facing toward me. I want you to be able to see me, and I'll watch you."



"OK, I guess. Are you sure that this is all right to be doing?"



"No, but I'm horny, and we did it last night, so just do it, OK?"



My dick still outranked my brain in the decision-making process that morning. What little logic it could muster ran straight into the argument that, if it was OK last night, it must still be good to do this morning, and my dick insisted that I had to do something about its situation. I could almost hear it calling to me, and I figured that, to preserve my sanity, I had to listen.



We both took our time doing this. I put my pillow behind me, and Terry had the backboard of the bed to support her, along with a couple of pillows. This meant that we could look without much strain, and we could see both our faces and our genitals. I was really enjoying this feeling, and, as I came close to coming the first time, which only took a couple of minutes, I grabbed the base of my shaft with my other hand and squeezed, hard, until the pressure for release relented. I then started using slow, soft strokes, and scratching down my balls and thighs, for a very relaxed, slow wank. Terry also seemed to be taking a bit more time for her contact, having both hands move away from her pussy for a bit to caress breasts, arms, thighs, and feet before moving back to the center.



She couldn't hold off coming for too long, and didn't. I managed to hold back my orgasm while she was coming, but I was starting to feel a painful pressure, as I had last night. I didn't really want to push it quite so far, even though the feeling was extremely good. Terry didn't seem like she was going to stop until I finished, and I watched with great delectation as she rapidly flicked her fingernails across her clit while pushing her other hand into her vagina. She kicked against me as she came, and I pushed back as I came. I felt very close to her, to share this total abandonment into pleasure. It felt better doing this than I'd felt fucking some girls, and we hadn't truly touched each other. At least not on anything sexual, we hadn't.



I was a bit messy, but I moved up by Terry and hugged her. We cuddled against each other, and she caught my softened dick between her legs and pulled my come-filled hand against her belly. We lay together for a few minutes like that, she in front of me. Part of me said that I shouldn't be with my sister like this, but I just couldn't help it, not this morning.



Terry got up out of bed and said, "I need to use your bathroom, shower, and get dressed. You have towels in there, right?"



"Sure, go ahead."



I have another bathroom, fortunately. I got up, grabbed my robe, and walked to it, thinking as I went how silly worrying about covering up with a robe was after what we had just done. I didn't take it off, but I didn't put any more clothes on, either. After taking care of the call of nature, I went to the kitchen and made coffee, and got out some rolls and pastry for a quick breakfast. Then I went back to my room, carrying a cup of coffee for each of us.



Terry was out of the shower, but still naked and drying herself off with the towel.



"Thanks for the coffee; I really need it," Terry told me, smiling as she drank it, standing there naked in front of me with the towel draped over her shoulder. _She could have at least pulled it around her,_ I thought. My dick was starting to get hard again, even though I had just gotten off with great potency. I didn't want to start anything more, and I knew that my sister would notice my arousal if I didn't do something quickly.



"There's still hot water for your shower. You should go ahead and get cleaned up."



Seeing an escape, I quickly headed that way and told her, "Thanks!"



I ran the water cold for a short while. That was probably not the best solution; though it cut down the immediate desire, it was not as effective as getting myself off would have been. But I was thinking that this little adventure was now over; Terry would get dressed, I'd take her home, and we'd talk about how we would never do anything like this ever again. She just was in a place where even a nun would have reacted, and I had shown considerable restraint in not trying anything at all with her.



When I came out of the bathroom and returned to the bedroom, this time wearing just a small towel, Terry was lying on the bed, still naked, not even a towel covering her. Her legs were spread apart and her pussy looked wet, and I could smell the pleasant fragrance coming from her, a natural perfume that no bottled scent can match.



"I'm horny, Alexander. I want one more, please. Another time coming with you."



"You could have just done it yourself," I said, "as you were lying there waiting for me."



"I want to do it with you watching. I want to do more, even."



"We shouldn't do this," I responded, but my hard dick suggested that I had other ideas.



"It will be OK. Please?"



I got a bit worried, then, because this was getting to be like a habit. But I couldn't make myself not do it. I couldn't stop wanting to do something. So far, it had been safe, if masturbating while watching each other was safe. I lay back down on the bed next to her, expecting to repeat what we'd done before and getting my release so I could resist doing more with her.



But Terry declined to cooperate. Instead of staying on the bed next to me, she got up and moved her body over mine, her mouth above my genitals and her pussy in front of my face. My initial reaction was a mix of panic and excitement. I was afraid that she'd start licking my dick, sucking it, and, having watched her do that the previous night, I didn't think I could stop her. My physical arousal was quickened, and I felt my dick leap up and hit her face. But when she didn't move to attack my sexual spots, or even touch them, I started to relax.



She slowly moved downward, moving her pussy right over my nose, giving me a wonderful sniff at her pussy, and I could feel her moisture on my face. She stopped with her slit right over my mouth, and she pressed it against my lips. I could taste her, drops of moisture falling into my mouth. I thought about opening my mouth, catching her clit in my teeth, and then biting it as hard as I possibly could to make her stop doing this. But I dared not open my mouth to say anything, because my tongue would escape, and, if that happened, I knew I wouldn't be able to control it. My hard dick was near her mouth, and I could feel breath on it. And a bit of wetness as she let them touch, her lips on my shaft. That changed to soft kisses, but her tongue didn't come out. My sister stopped trying to push for further contact, and instead moved her body up to her knees. Terry put one hand on her pussy and started rubbing herself, while I was able to look straight up into it.



I moved both hands to my dick and balls and gave her a similar show. We were still close enough to be able to feel the breath of the other, and I exhaled hard enough to be sure that she could feel it.



As she rubbed herself and started to get closer to her climax, she said"I should just eat your dick up right now. You couldn't stop me. God, it looks so hard and hot, pulsing, throbbing. I bet you'd love it if I did that." She moved her head down for a closer look and sniff as she said that.



I gave the answer I'd been thinking about as I watched her make love to her pussy, tasting her juice as it escaped. "If you tried that, I'd bite your clit hard enough to draw blood, or maybe I'd bit it clean off."



"Would you really do that to your own sister?"



"I was thinking about it, right after you dropped your clit on my lips. If you had started sucking my dick, I would have been forced to bite it off in self-defense."



"I would have bitten your dick off, if you tried that."



"It would have been safer than letting you suck on me, sis."



Talking about doing this to each other somehow turned her on, and it worked for me as well. She came when I said that, and almost immediately afterward so did I. I shot my come into her face, and she rained down on mine. She collapsed on top of me, and, even though her pussy was now right against my mouth and dripping wetness into it and she was kissing my dick, I didn't feel like chewing it off in self defense. When Terry started to lick the come off my dick, she stopped long enough to ask, "Do you mind if I clean you up this way? I'm not asking for another session, I just want to taste it, if that's OK."



"No, that's OK," I mumbled, getting a mouthful of pubic hair. As she started to lick me up, I decided that cleaning up didn't count as having sex and licked her pussy up a bit as well. She tasted very sweet, and I concentrated on her vagina, as I didn't want to risk this turning into more than just friendly touches. For the moment, our desires were sated, and in the afterglow of orgasm I was sure, again, that I didn't want a relationship with my sister other than a normal family relationship. I moved my tongue very slowly, looking for the wettest spots to lap up. Terry also seemed willing to lick me clean slowly. It didn't take more than a couple of minutes for us to finish this task. It felt very strange to be thinking about not having sex with my sister, not in any way, as I smelled and tasted her sweet pussy and felt her tongue licking me.



"We'll need another shower now," I quietly told Terry, as I stopped licking her. It wasn't just strange I was having oral sex with her! I was responding to her doing it to me, and even if it wasn't yet leading to orgasm, it wouldn't take long. Unless she stopped, I was going to have a hard time resisting.



"Only a quick rinse. We already cleaned up the messiest parts," she answered, laughing. She got up off me, and I got off the bed as well.



"We really have to go soon. I'll have to get to work."



"I've got to pick up my kid, too."



My sister and I went off into the shower together and just washed up. Each of us put soap on the other, and we washed each other's genitals, but this somehow felt relaxing and friendly, not sexual. I knew that not all intimacy involved sex, and I was glad that we could be together without jumping on each other. We finished our quick rinse, then got out, got dressed, and got ready to go to her house.



On the way home, she told me that we had to stop to get her kid first. Then she said, "Alex, I think that we shouldn't talk about last night, or this morning, at all. Not to anyone, not even each other. I didn't mind being naked with you, but I'm sorry I got carried away."



"I agree, sis. I didn't plan on this kind of thing happening. You got carried away last night, and I didn't have a chance to not get carried away afterward. We didn't really have sex, and it isn't like we haven't played with ourselves around each other before. I just thought we had outgrown it. We'll just keep this day a secret, and not bother anyone about it ever again, OK?"



"That sounds good."



We had a quiet trip to my brother's place and picked up her kid, then I took them both home. She said thanks, then, almost as an afterthought, pulled out three hundred dollars and handed it to me.



"Isn't that a bit much for just a ride over there?"



"It was more than that. I owe you money for other things, anyway, and besides, you earned it with what you had to put up with."



That was that, for this encounter. We didn't talk about what happened when we got together with our brother or our parents. It did have one minor side effect, in that I got out of my dating slump and found a nice girl, Maribeth, whom I got along well with at work, but had not asked out. We quickly fell into bed with each other, and almost as quickly into love. She was very wild inside, and I felt a closeness with her which even sexy Jeanette didn't bring. The same kind of closeness I had with Terry.



Though the memory of that night stuck with me for a long time, filling my dreams and fantasies, I was able to resist doing or saying anything with Terry which might suggest that there was any lasting effect from our encounter. We had come so close to breaking the unwritten agreement between us, our openness about sex never leading to us making love.



*****



Part 2 - Sunny Exposure







A few months later, in the warmth of late summer, I stopped by Terry's place for a quick visit. Terry's kid was staying with grandma, my brother, or one of her friends all summer long, and so was almost never home with mom. Her new boyfriend, Martin, was there, and I hadn't had a chance to talk with him for long, as he was always busy. I liked Martin much better than Jerry he had a job, didn't drink too much, and acted like he loved Terry instead of being her owner. When I knocked at the door, Terry asked, "Is that you, Alex? Just come on in back, and don't mind how we're dressed."



That wasn't a lot of warning, though I knew that Terry often took her top off. But since she'd mentioned both of them, I imagined that it meant more than that, and it did. They were lying on lounge chairs, naked in the sun. Martin said, "Get naked, enjoy the sun, and grab a beer."



Since I hadn't reacted with an instant hard-on from seeing my sister naked again, I figured it wouldn't be too embarrassing. And it would be impolite not to do it, since they'd already seen me. I was a little more worried about stripping in front of him, a near stranger, than I was of getting naked with my sister around, even though we had come very close to doing much more than just looking at each other. But I did it, taking my clothes off and making a neat pile on the ground near a chair. I then grabbed a beer and lay back on a lounge chair. We had started talking about the weather, our family, and general things when my sister noticed that I didn't have a dark tan and had rather large white areas which were now exposed.



"If you don't do something about those white whale spots, you'll burn, bro. Here, let me put some lotion on you."



She did that, coming over by me, smiling as she sat, open-legged, on the edge of the chair next to me. I was lying on my back, sitting somewhat upright, and I figured that she was teasing me deliberately. But I couldn't be sure, especially with her boyfriend there. As she put lotion on my chest and rubbed it over me, I started to relax. She didn't seem to be doing anything specifically suggestive. When she got to my thighs and groin, she seemed very casual as she applied the lotion there, even when she splashed it on my dick and balls. She rubbed them gently, and even stroked my dick softly as it got hard, and she covered it with lotion and said, "I don't think you'd like it if this got burned."



Then Martin added, laughing, "It can really hurt, trust me." He didn't say anything about my hard dick and neither did Terry, so I tried to relax and let her finish up. Despite Martin's presence, she seemed willing to do more with my dick than just put lotion on it, to tease me. She held it tightly in her hand and stroked it up and down, putting a bit more lotion on and rubbing it in, then stroked my balls and made sure that they were covered. I tried to keep any sign of reaction to this out of my face, though I couldn't conceal how much my dick liked it, and it twitched in response to her touches.



She went down my legs, then asked me to roll over. She rubbed lotion over the backs of my legs and up my ass, letting her fingers push a bit of it into the crack. She finished rubbing it on my back, and she let her breasts rub against me a bit as she did that. When she said, "All done," I rolled back over. She got up, looked me over, and said, "I think I got you covered everywhere."



We lay in the sun, just relaxing and chatting, and I was feeling comfortable, sun on parts of me which usually were covered. I drank a few more beers, and my hard-on soon relaxed as well. I was feeling safe and relaxed, and quite content to be able to be naked with my sister without feeling much of the temptation which still came up from time to time, especially when I thought of that night after the bachelor party.



Suddenly, it seemed to me, Martin got up and said, "I have to get going. I'll be back after work, love." He went into the house and left us lying there in the sun. Soon, I heard a car start, and he yelled, "Goodbye, nice seeing you!" and left.



That left me all alone with my sister, both of us naked in her yard, relaxing in the sun. But I was still feeling nice and relaxed, and wasn't too worried about the situation until Terry asked, "I could use some more suntan lotion, if I'm going to get a good tan. Could you put some on me, please, Lex?"



"How much, and where?"



"Just do it all over, just like I did with you. Don't skip anywhere, I don't want to get burned."



Now, this had one immediate side effect, and being naked I couldn't even conceal it from her. I got hard when she asked me this. My dick twitched with my anticipation of touching her body. I didn't know how she'd react, but as I moved over to her, hard dick in front of me, she didn't say anything. I picked up the lotion and sat next to her, much as she had near me, with my legs apart a bit to let her have a good look. I wasn't sure where this teasing game would go, but for the moment I was willing to play a bit with her, and I figured that I had enough self-control to resist doing more than teasing.



Terry hadn't lingered on my nipples much when she put lotion on my chest. But her breasts were larger than mine, with more sensitive exposed flesh, so I spent more time rubbing hers and even covering her nipples, which quickly hardened. I caressed her sides and belly, and her hips, covering them with lotion as I moved to her groin. I didn't really think that her slit, even without hair covering it, was at too great a risk of burning, but her kind actions on me seemed worth returning. So I squirted some lotion right on her clit, then rubbed it up and down her inner lips before pouring a little bit more over the entire area and rubbing all around, in her trimmed pubic hair, then down between her legs. I couldn't exactly duplicate the effect she'd had on my dick, but I decided that I should try, even though it wasn't exactly the same, so I grasped her clitoris gently between my finger and thumb and rubbed it gently up and down.



Terry breathed a bit harder but didn't say anything as I did this. My dick got even harder as I did this, and I started to worry that I was letting this get beyond mere teasing of my sister. I didn't want to get carried away. However, as she wasn't showing any signs of reaction other than physical arousal, with her clit extending a bit and her breathing getting faster, I felt that I was still in control and safe. Besides, she had teased my dick at least this much. I hadn't yet "stroked her balls", even though, in her case, I didn't think that lotion would be needed there at all. But, if she didn't complain about it, I'd be happy to tease her there. Thinking about this, as I felt her clit grow between my fingers, my dick got even harder. I was certain she could see that, since she didn't close her eyes as I did this, though I had closed mine.



I used two fingers and rubbed around the edges of her vagina, then pushed in a bit, stroking around her hole in a circle. There was plenty of wetness there, and I didn't bother pretending to put lotion in. Pushing my fingers all the way in, rubbing them inside her for about a minute, before I withdrew them slowly. Despite this attention, Terry was still lying back in the chair and acting just as though this was a normal part of my putting suntan lotion on her. I picked up the lotion bottle again and poured out a little bit more on her clit, then rubbed it up and down her slit again. I figured I was going beyond what she did to me, but I was starting to wonder just how far she'd let me go with playing with her like this.



I decided that, if she would let me massage her clit for three minutes without asking me to stop, asking for more, or in some other way, other than orgasm, suggesting that I was doing more than protecting her sensitive parts from the sun, that I would be done with this teasing. Tickling when we were younger was a game we liked, teasing each other. We played it with rules, and often did it with one or both of us naked, with the three-minute rule applying to our turns. Genitals were off-limits in most of these games after she was eleven, when it was turning into sexual play instead of teasing, tickling touches. I wasn't going to tell her this was a teasing game, but, as soon as I decided this, I could feel my dick relax a bit. I could resist the temptation to do more than just tease, even such serious teasing as this. A feeling filled me, joy and desire, and I felt that if I spoke, I could ruin this moment. It would take so little to change this from a game, a bit of sibling rivalry, into hot sex. I dared not ask her if it was OK for me to handle her body this way. If she said yes, my resistance would melt, and it wasn't that solid.



Stopping also wasn't an option. My memories of our youthful play, touching each other without restraint, but also without the experience to truly bring the heat of desire alive, drew me on. Her pussy had little more hair on it now than then, but it was far more enticing. The sunlight on it, highlighting her tattoo, directed me to my target.



I still had my watch on, and I had checked the time when I started to rub her clit. I had resumed my grasping stroke, but this time I rubbed even harder and let it roll between my finger and thumb, letting my other fingers stroke her lips all around it. I put a bit more lotion on about two minutes through my teasing, and I could feel her jump up a bit as I did so. But she didn't say anything or even spread her legs further apart to give me better access. Her breathing got a little faster, and her nipples got very hard, but she gave no hint of any reaction other than the physical response to my touch. As the time got closer to my limit, I started thinking about putting my mouth on her clit and sucking it in. Unlike our earlier situation, my own organ was safe from a counterattack by her. The lotion might be a little distasteful, but I hadn't tried it yet. Given that she and her boyfriend did this often, I doubted that it would be all too bad.



When the three minutes were up, I slowed my strokes, then released her clit from my grasp. Terry looked at me, turning her head and staring at my dick, but still didn't say anything. I poured out a bit more lotion and started again on her slit, but this time I continued to push it down between her legs, then along her inner thighs. I proceeded to cover her legs down to her toes in lotion, then asked her to roll over. She did, this time spreading her legs out a bit on the chair, which gave me a wonderful look at her soaked, lotion-covered pussy. I took time to taste the lotion from my fingers, and it had a coconut-like flavor, with a bit of oil but not too bad. It still had a bit of flavor from her pussy, as well, and I sucked on my finger a minute, to wet it, I rationalized, before I continued to put lotion on the back side of her.



My trip up her legs was enjoyable to me for the view, though I was tempted to linger behind her knees, which was about the only spot I knew could make her react when I tickled her. I did run my fingernails across there long enough to make her jump, but she quickly relaxed, apparently able to resist this, leaving just one place where I knew I could provoke a response. As I got up to her ass, I decided that I could risk tickling her "balls" from behind, even though she had not, though with my legs together she couldn't reach them, so I didn't think that it counted. Besides, she could have closed her legs if she didn't want me to put more lotion between them, so I figured that she was asking for more. If not, she could "cry uncle," and let me win our contest.



I didn't go right there, of course. I poured a bit of lotion on the crack of her ass, then rubbed down it, and even spent a whole minute, by my watch, pressing my fingers around her anus. Terry wasn't looking toward me and couldn't easily do so without getting up, so I didn't mind that this increased my own arousal, since she wouldn't know about it. Both hands stayed on her body, though, as I didn't want to risk pushing my own temptations higher by exciting myself. I then rubbed both of her cheeks with the lotion before pouring another blob of it between her legs. I put it low enough that it dripped off and down to her pussy. My fingers followed it, rubbing her slit, catching her clit between my fingers again, and then, with my other hand, I pushed two fingers into her vagina.



Having seen her put her whole hand inside, I decided to spend a minute slowly adding fingers and seeing if that would be enough to make her stop this game. Three fingers weren't enough to do that, and I pushed them in and out for 15 seconds. Four fingers made her wriggle her butt, but she didn't otherwise react, and I used them for another 15 seconds. Then I put my thumb in and was surprised that she spread her legs apart a bit wider and moaned a bit. But she stifled that noise quickly, as though she was trying to resist giving me a sign that this was getting to her.



I pushed harder against her and felt my knuckles become enclosed by her flesh. It was tempting to do more, but I noticed that my limit of 60 seconds was approaching. I slowly withdrew, but, thinking that she might someday be in a position to retaliate, I spent another minute stroking the outside of her vulva, though I skipped her clit on this excursion, stroking around it.



I then moved to her lower back, sides, upper back, and up around her neck. With her legs spread, I had to put one leg between hers, and that let my hard cock relax against her back, which I didn't mind. I then said, "You're done now. I think I covered every place on your body too, sis."



She spoke for the first time since I began my teasing with the lotion. "I think you did, too." She looked at my hard cock and told me, "We should lie down and just relax here in the sun for a bit. If you're feeling horny, though, you could go inside and fix that thing."



That was a challenge for sure. _Could I stay out here with her and let my arousal subside to the point where I could put it off until later?_ I was sure that she could survive without release, as females are blessed with a bit more durability in their sexual parts. But I felt a bit of manly pride, that I could touch her as I had and let my will overcome my physical desire. Or something like that. I lay down on the lounge chair next to her and tried to relax. It was a pleasant, sunny day, and I was well covered with lotion. I got up and got us each another beer, and it turned out that it didn't take all that much to relax me, at least the physical parts of me.



My mind was racing as I lay there. Coming down from the high of arousal, I started to worry. _Why had I touched my sister like that? Why had she touched me, and with her boyfriend there to watch? OK, maybe he couldn't see exactly what she was doing, and didn't realize, but he knew that she was not avoiding my cock. And why had Terry let me touch her pussy, arousing her and me, even letting me put my hand partly inside her, without saying anything?_



My next fear was that, if I let myself fall asleep, I'd awaken with my cock buried in her mouth or with her riding me. She was lying there, eyes closed, possibly sleeping. I could imagine myself going over to her and kissing her nipples and her pussy, then slowly starting to fuck her. If I could think of that and not run away in shock, what was she thinking? I didn't have the excuse that she was drunk and horny after getting turned on for three hours. I thought to myself, _How am I going to be able to explain this to mom if she found out? 'Mom, it wasn't my fault. She started it, grabbing my dick and getting me turned on. I had to get her back for that, it was only fair.'_



I didn't think that would go over well. This wasn't like when we were kids, and we'd hit each other a little bit or tickle each other. Of course, mom didn't know about us tickling each other while we were naked, but we stopped that game when we started noticing that genital tickling didn't provoke laughter, but a very different, pleasurable response. This time, I had "tickled" her deliberately to produce arousal and pleasure, and even was rougher on her than she'd been on me.



My hard-on started to return from thinking these thoughts. All I had to do to get rid of it and be safe was to go into the house and take care of it. I could pretend I had to piss, and that would be a fair cover for my activities. I could even do it right here in the yard. The neighbors couldn't see anything, and, even if they could, I didn't think Terry was worried about it, so I wasn't going to worry either. But since Terry hadn't taken care of herself, it didn't seem fair for me to do it, either.



I thought about how nice it would be to be with my girlfriend and tell her about how turned on this afternoon had made me. And how nice it might be to try "tickling" her as I had my sister. I just didn't know if she could take the idea of something this close to incest.



How close had we come to doing that? I didn't know. I knew that I was letting my physical desire think for me in touching her, but I hadn't done anything to get myself off. We hadn't actually had sex together, and even our earlier encounter hadn't really gone past each of us masturbating with the other watching. Licking each other clean wasn't exactly the same as sucking the come out of each other, and eating each other. I loved my sister, but I wasn't in love with her. I didn't feel a bit of desire to do more than play with her, and even that was tempered by the restriction on not truly having sex together. I had told myself that we hadn't had sex with each other before, a rationalization which made sense to me at the time. We were just playing, and sharing our joy together. Giving each other massages was OK, wasn't it? I tried to tell myself that I was still a good brother, that I had not crossed a line into the forbidden.



_OK,_ I thought, _what parts of today's situation were OK? What ones could I tell my brother about and not feel bad about? Getting naked together and laying in the sun? Not a problem. Rubbing lotion over each other, excluding our genitals? Still not really a problem. Putting lotion on my cock and her pussy?_ If that was all we'd done, just put lotion on, I thought that I could deal with it. Nipple and tit rubbing wasn't even a big deal, as I'd put lotion on her once like that before. Stroking her pussy for at least five minutes, pushing my fingers inside her, rubbing her asshole? Who could I talk to about that?



Terry? She hadn't said a word about it. I thought about it, and decided that I wouldn't either. Maybe she'd had something other than just beer today and her inhibitions were down. If I ignored it, and she did, it would be just like it hadn't happened. As for Maribeth, I could leave that part of the situation out as well, and simply mention how aroused I was by being with my sister naked and how much it made me think about getting home to her.



That thought helped me to relax, and, as it was a lovely sunny day, I let myself fall asleep. When I woke up, Terry was still sleeping and I saw no hint that she had left her chair. Even her towel was still under her as it had been. I got up to go to the bathroom, and my movement woke her up. She came inside her house about a minute after I did and told me, "Hurry up! All that beer is going to make me burst." I couldn't hurry much, but I still left the door closed, and I thought, _Why is the door closed for this, considering what we did outside?_ But I didn't open it, and Terry didn't leave it open, either.



It was getting late, and I hadn't planned to stay quite this long. I was going to get together with Maribeth this evening to watch some movies and screw, and, the way I was feeling, I thought I'd offer to do the movie watching afterward, if we still felt up to it. I told Terry that I had to get going, and she said, "OK, it was nice having you over. You should come over again sometime while it is still sunny and get your tan even."



With no mention of our sexual touches from her, I didn't say anything about it, either. As I got dressed, though, Terry sat on the chair in front of me and spread her legs, and she watched me staring at her pussy. It was quite wet, and I could see her clitoris sticking out. "Lying out in the sun like that gets my little pussy all hot! I hope my man doesn't get stuck at work, or at a bar, or I'm going to have to do something about it myself." Terry then giggled, and let her finger run along her pussy. "From the shape of your jeans, I think you liked it too!"



"It was fun, sis. But I think I can talk Maribeth into helping me out with the problem."



I said goodbye and left, telling her that I thought Martin was a really nice guy and that we might try this again sometime. When I got home and called Maribeth up, and told her that I'd been sunbathing naked with my sister and her boyfriend, Martin, she seemed interested in hearing about it. When she came over, I told her the whole story in bed. She listened without talking, but did notice my reaction. She was surprised at how aroused I was over the situation. It was a very satisfying evening for both of us, a full night of sex, no sleep.



But, when I asked her to come along with me the next time Terry invited me over for a Saturday afternoon of sunshine, she said, "I can't, not with your sister and you naked together. Or her boyfriend, it would just be too, uh, weird. But maybe you can find someplace where we could be alone, to get naked in the sun together."



"I'll see what I can do. But I don't see why we couldn't hang out with them, even if you didn't take your clothes off."



"If I came over, which I wouldn't, I'd get naked. Maybe, if it was your brother and not your sister, it would be OK. I don't know why, I like Terry, and maybe she might invite me over without you sometime. But it just feels weird, the idea of you and your sister getting naked together."



"We did it all the time when we were kids."



"And in that time, you never did anything?"



"What do you mean by that, anything?"



"You know, what we do when we get naked. Have sex? Or think about it?"



"Thinking is harder to control. But no, we've never actually had sex when we were naked together. She is sexy, though. Besides, she has a boyfriend."



Despite this, Maribeth didn't want to come along. I was thinking that the last day in the sun was just an accident. I had even started to wonder if we had really done that, or if I had just had an extremely realistic dream. Neither Terry nor I had given any suggestion about touching each other when we'd talked these last couple of weeks. We hadn't mentioned that night after the bachelor party, either. Terry had a regular day job now, and she hadn't mentioned taking a dancing gig for a couple of months, so there wasn't a good reason to bring that up. Mostly, I felt that our promise to stay silent was a good idea. And not talking about this last situation was good, too, especially if I had only dreamed it. When I got there, Martin and Terry were already naked, and I quickly stripped to join them. When I started to put lotion on myself, getting my cock first, Terry said, "Let me help you out with that." I didn't want to be impolite and say no, and I was curious as well. Would she repeat her earlier actions, or just put the lotion on in a friendly, non-sexual sisterly way?



Her first action made me fear that she'd try something more, like what I had done to her or beyond. She stood in front of me, spread her legs apart a bit, and said, "How do you like my new haircut?" moving her pussy close to my face to give me a good look at it.



She had her pubic hair trimmed into a small tuft, a triangle of short hair with the point right above her slit. Her pussy was very moist, not just from within but all over. Her clit was extended as well, and she smelled very hot.



"It looks very pretty, sis."



"Martin just gave it to me today. And he was testing it out before you got here."



"I could go away for a bit, and let you finish trying it out."



"No, Alex, you can stay," Martin said. "I'm sure I'll play with it some more. Maybe she'll let me take the rest of her hair off, eh?"



"Besides, bro, he did finish once," Terry told me, and smiled. "But I never run out, I can always take more."



When Terry moved to put the lotion on me, she was gentle and didn't take that long at all. She did wet my cock and balls, and I did get hard again. But she didn't linger there for even a minute, just long enough to coat it and hold it tightly in her hand when it got hard. Martin watched her doing this, unlike the last time when it seemed like he just sipped his beer and relaxed in the sun. I was a little worried that he might think we were going too far with this touching while naked, but he just smiled as he watched her put lotion all over me.



Then she went over by Martin and started to coat him with lotion again, as well. She didn't seem to do it much differently that she had with me, up to the point when she approached his cock. She turned to me and asked, "Where's your girlfriend?"



"Maribeth didn't want to come. She is just shy or something. But maybe I can talk her into coming over another time."



"I think Martin would like seeing her, maybe get to put some lotion on her like this," Terry replied. She squirted the lotion onto Martin's cock and stroked it up and down, using her other hand on his balls, until it became very hard. She did this for a few minutes, and I didn't remember to try timing it. I was quite excited, watching her do this to her boyfriend in front of me. My sister didn't bring him to climax, but stopped and put lotion over the rest of the front of his body. She then got up, got all of us another drink, and we lay in the sun.



Though I didn't touch my sister again that day, I was very excited by seeing her naked and aroused. Maribeth noticed this as well, when we were in bed that night. I wasn't sure what she thought about this situation, and I wasn't really sure what I was feeling. Certainly there wasn't anything wrong with getting a little turned on by a beautiful naked woman, especially if she put her pussy in front of your face. Even if she happened to be your sister, it was just a natural physical response, not grounds for charges of deviation. But Maribeth didn't say anything about it, other than to ask if I had enjoyed myself, and she did notice the good tan I was getting, covering up the tan lines that I had.



The next few weekends, we repeated this activity. Maribeth still didn't come along with us, and, though I suggested finding a nude beach to go to, she didn't want to be naked around other people. My sister would show me her pussy, before covering me with lotion, and the last time Terry put lotion on herself as I watched. We didn't talk about the touching parts or how aroused we were. We talked about sports, TV shows, movies, our families, work, but not sex.



The weather turned colder, and I didn't get a chance to enjoy the sun with my sister for a while. But, when the weather turned warm again and I had a three-day weekend, I went over there. Martin had to work that Monday in the evening, but he was still there when I arrived, both of them naked and enjoying the sunshine.



The start of our naked relaxation was very much like the last few, with my sister gently putting lotion on me, though this time she spent a couple of minutes on my cock and at least as long putting it on my balls. I kept my eyes open and smiled while she did that, and I noticed that Martin had gone off getting a drink or something. Before he came back, Terry had moved down my legs, and I was flipped over when Martin returned. I imagined that she wouldn't try any teasing like this with him present, so I relaxed.



As she poured the lotion on my ass, Martin said, "Doesn't she do that good? Your sister is a hot momma. If you weren't her brother, I'd slip up behind her and stick my stick right up there. She's so wet, I can smell pussy from here."



That talk got me excited, and it might have done that to Terry. For whatever reason, she slipped one hand down between my legs and stroked my balls, and the other one rubbed lotion over my ass cheeks, then the crack. I didn't say anything, but I could feel my cock trying to push its way down through the weave of the chair, and it succeeded. That wasn't that comfortable, but I didn't want to move and reveal just how much her touch had affected me. Especially, not in front of her boyfriend. Terry had positioned herself so her body blocked his view of what she was doing to me, but it exposed her behind quite nicely. I turned my head to look, just to see what was happening. But I couldn't get a good look at Terry without hurting my neck, and I didn't want to stare at Martin or let him watch my face. I did see that his cock was quite hard; apparently he was enjoying this show too.



Terry slowly stroked my balls and my ass, and slowly she pushed her fingers down into my asshole. I felt one, two, three, and then, finally, she tried to get four inside of me. Fortunately, her hand was much smaller than mine, and more fortunately, she didn't try to push very far in, or I would have had to do something about it. She stopped after about a minute and slowly, gently, rubbed between my legs, slipping both hands in to cup my balls, before moving back to my ass and up my back.



As she finished, she said, "There, that should take care of you for today. I thought you might like that, bro."



With Martin being hard, I decided that it might not be out of line to reveal my own excitement. So I turned over and let my hard cock escape from its plastic trap. Terry stood there and watched me for a bit, and smiled.



Martin said, "Get over here, woman." She did that, sitting next to him, then sliding onto his lap. I didn't see his cock enter her pussy, nor did they make any motions which would reveal that action. But I couldn't see the point of contact, either. The idea that they'd actually fuck each other in front of me was exciting, but all that I saw them do was kiss.



"Man, I love how your sister's pussy feels. She is sweet and sassy! Did I ever tell you about the time we fucked at the rock concert? She had a skirt on, nothing under it, and just pulled my pants open and hopped on. We stayed that way the whole time, and she wouldn't stop, not even when the kids behind us noticed and moved to look."



"No, she didn't mention that."



"When she used to dance naked, private shows you know, we'd fuck every time on the way home. She'd even run out of the house naked and ride home bare-assed, fucking herself while I drove along. She's done with all that now, too much trouble for the money, she tells me."



Martin told several more stories about his love life with my sister. Then he said, "It's too bad she's your sister, or you could get some relief for that dick of yours. I guess you'll just have to take care of that yourself." He laughed and said, "I think that I need some relief, too. All this talk and fucking kissing has my balls ready to pop." Then he said, "Woman, we need to get moving, or I'll be late for work. Let's go inside and do it!"



"We could just finish up here."



"Nah, I'll need to get dressed and shower before work. Let's go!"



Terry got up, and I could see the cock slide out of her as she did that. It was very wet, and her pussy was soaking. They both ran into the house, and I lay back on my chair and tried to calm myself.



When they came out a few minutes later, Martin was dressed for work; he said goodbye, leaving us alone. Terry was wet from a shower, but still naked. The little patch of hair above her pussy lay against her skin, and the drops of water covering her made her shiver. Her nipples were hard, her pussy was moist, and I could see her clit extending from her pussy. I didn't see anything dripping out from inside her, but she looked flushed, as if she had been fucking, and I could imagine that she had to be filled up, even if the shower had washed some of it out.



"Ain't my honey fine?" Terry asked me. "I really needed that." She got us both a beer, and we went into the yard to relax again. But, as she lay back on her chair to drink it, she spread her legs apart, putting them down to each side, and said, "Damn, I've washed the lotion off. Could you be a darling and put some more on me?"



"Sure, no problem, sis," I answered. But my cock indicated that this idea might be a problem, popping up and getting hard as I moved over to her. With her legs open, I could move up onto the bottom of the chair, straddling her. I did that, and, as I started to put the lotion on her face and neck, my hard cock was pushed against her groin. I didn't deliberately push them into contact, and I tried to act as though the sensations I felt there didn't matter. Terry seemed to do the same, letting me softly put the lotion on her face and cheeks, around her lips, and down her neck with no sign that this was anything unusual.



When I got to her breasts, I decided that I'd do each one for three minutes. I stroked the right one first, covering the entire mound with lotion, softly massaging it, then moving up to her nipple and catching it between my fingers, still just soft touches, no hard pulls, for the first couple of minutes. I kept my hands moving in circles down her tit and all around it, slipping it down to her navel and back up again. I grabbed her hard nipple between my fingers and pulled on it, moving her tit up, using it as a handle. With the three minutes up, I moved to her other tit and repeated the process. Terry kept sipping her beer, watching me but not saying anything as I did this to her. No objections, but no signs of encouragement. I didn't even notice any particular look at where my dick and her pussy were, just inches apart, a mere flashing moment from making contact.



I took my time stroking her belly, as well, softly rubbing her sides, her navel, and her hips. I wasn't in a hurry to get to the next, fateful stage in this teasing we were involved in. Moving down moved my cock away from her pussy, but it still rubbed against her leg. Terry moved her leg back and forth, slowly, and I felt sure that she knew what it was doing to me.



I thought about stopping this before I touched her pussy. But I couldn't resist it. I set a new goal in my mind: Five minutes on the outside, five minutes inside, then five minutes on her hard, hot clit. I wasn't sure if I could time it right, and I wasn't going to tell her that I was going for higher stakes this time. If she came before the time was up, which could happen, given how aroused she was already, I'd stop if she asked me. Otherwise, I was going to tease her pussy as mercilessly as she had once tickled me. Ordinary tickling wouldn't be effective, but sexual tickling, trying to make her come, that would do it. I owed her, I felt. She had been teasing me this afternoon, and it was time to pay her back.



I took my time, slowly stroking her outer lips, down her inner thighs, all over her pussy. I didn't stop long at her most sensitive button, and I didn't let my fingers slide inside. I had spent more than five minutes when I checked my watch, but I decided that it would be OK for this part, as it was just the preliminaries. I moved to penetrate her vagina. At first, I didn't add any lotion to assist her lubrication, as it didn't seem necessary. I slowly thrust two fingers into her and rubbed all around inside of her, still moving slowly and gently. I did this for some time, speeding up, and let my other hand stroke her mound and outer lips, keeping time with them both. I was enjoying this sensation greatly, and it occurred to me that I liked it so much because there was nothing to come after it. I was going to stroke my sister and make her feel good, and that was all. My entire pleasure in this would come from how well I treated her and my reaction, but not her actions.



I poured some more lotion on her as I tried to add more fingers. I could feel that her vagina was already stretched; it was rather wet inside, and Martin's come came out with my fingers. I was getting close to my time limit, though, and I wanted to see what she could take without hurting her. Using four fingers didn't seem to provoke a bad reaction, though her breathing got faster. Terry had her eyes closed now, and she was lying back, letting me do this to her. I rotated my hand back and forth, letting my fingers press against the upper inside of her.



When the time was up, my other hand had already grabbed her clit and was rubbing it. I switched hands, letting my hand, dripping with her own lubricant and Martin's, take hold of her clit. I rubbed vigorously, pulling on her clit, and she came. I could feel her body shake, and she sighed harshly. But she didn't ask me to stop, and I still had three minutes to go. I kept this action up, holding tight to her clit, stroking it and using my other hand to stimulate the area around it, then pushed inside her again using two fingers. I felt her come again. She came a third time shortly after this and never said a word, though she was breathing very hard. I noticed that I had gone about a minute past the limit, and I just let my hands lie gently on her pussy, no pressure, for a couple more minutes, as she relaxed.



I wasn't sure if I should continue. My own desire was strong, and I thought to myself that I shouldn't be doing this. Terry had obviously enjoyed it, but this wasn't just teasing, was it? But I didn't know what to do, so I continued onward, as if this break was just part of the process of putting lotion on her.



Grabbing the lotion bottle, I put a bit more on my hands, then covered her legs with it. As they were hanging down the sides of the chair, I had to reach down to cover them. I got up so I could cover her feet with the lotion. I then said, "Time to turn over, sis." She did, rolling over and letting her legs hang off the chair, and spreading her ass and pussy in front of me.



I could feel my own excitement building. I knew what my cock wanted me to do in this situation, and I wondered if Terry would stop me if I tried to do it. I knew that she was a hot woman, not shy about sex, and liked doing it. I knew that from when she was in high school. She had told me about losing her virginity, and how great that was. She had just fucked her boyfriend before coming out here by me, and still had let me masturbate her to three orgasms!



But, my conscience reminded me, she was my sister. _Sister!_ Not some random horny girl I bumped into. And not my girlfriend, who I'd like to try doing this with. I think that she'd like that, playing this kind of teasing game, knowing that I'd follow up my hands with tongue and cock. But I couldn't do that with Terry, could I?



Fortunately, putting lotion on her came first, before making any other decision. If she got a sunburn, it could really be painful. She was well tanned, but her pussy still was at risk. I put lotion on her legs and between them as I moved up to her ass. I was gentle in my treatment of that; I only softly stroked the crack and didn't linger long at all at her anus. I moved up her back.



Yes, I was going to leave her sweet, delicious pussy alone. My nose wanted me to do more, it smelled so good, but I resisted. I couldn't help my cock hitting her thighs, then her ass, as I moved up her back. But I let it go, hard enough to hurt me as it pressed against her, though it was enjoyable pain. I slowly covered her back, massaging it. I reached her neck and she started to turn over. I said, "I'm not finished yet."



Could I risk doing more with her? How far would she let me go? My cock was rubbing against her pussy when I said that, and she lay down, almost willing me to go ahead and stick it into her. I could feel her wetness on the tip of my cock, and it pushed upward, trying to get inside, to be free of the discomfort I was imposing on it.



Martin was right, of course. She was my sister. I could have done it. I could feel it in my fantasies and dreams, thinking of doing this with her. But, as I touched her, something made me stop. If she let me, and I felt no sign that she was going to stop me, I didn't know if I could handle being around her as my sister again. Teasing, even rubbing her pussy, wasn't the same thing. I didn't know why she was leaving it up to me to decide to do this, to avoid having sex with her. Maybe she really wanted to do it. Or she was just so horny that she didn't care. But I cared. I loved her, as my sister. My body wanted her, but I could resist. I told myself that as I moved off of her back and down between her legs.



On the other hand, I had rationalized touching her pussy. I knew that this would be the last time that I would do this with her, and I wanted to treat her as nicely as I could without going too far. I knelt between her legs, giving me a good close look and sniff of her pussy. I put both hands on her thighs and slowly stroked them, catching her ass, then moving to the center.



I let one hand push into her, feeling her hot wetness. The other moved upward and took hold of the soft, sensitive flesh that was exposed there. I rocked back and forth, moving my whole body in rhythm with the motion of my hands. I pushed my legs against hers as I stroked her pussy until she came again. I didn't stop and kept this up for quite some time. I didn't bother looking at my watch or thinking about anything except making my sister come, and come, and either ask me to stop or pass out from pleasure.



I hadn't done anything quite like this with a woman in a very long time. I had used my mouth to give pleasure, but not just my hands. I felt powerful holding her pussy, feeling it throb. I loved the feel of her wetness on me, and the joy of her scent drove me on to make more of it.



"Alex, I think I've had enough," I heard Terry say. She hadn't said anything or done anything to suggest that this wasn't OK.



"OK," I said. I moved back away from her and over toward my chair.



Terry got up, a bit wobbly, and came over to me and hugged me. Then she kissed me, a brotherly kiss but it was on the lips. Her tits rubbed against my chest, and I was so sensitive that I wiggled under her as she did that.



"You're going to need some attention or a doctor. I can't leave you like that, bro," Terry said, looking at my hard cock and the veins pumping on it. She was right, but I didn't want to let her do it. I had resisted doing more with her, but I feared that she would not resist with me.



And I was right. Before I could tell her no, she leaned over, put her mouth on the head, and swirled her tongue around it. She softly rubbed my balls with one hand, grabbed my shaft with the other, and rubbed my aching, sensitive bits. While doing that, she moved her mouth up and down the shaft. I was going to tell her to stop, but I could feel my orgasm coming. Now, if she was a girl that I didn't know, I might have said something. But I knew that she swallowed, and her actions would guarantee that it would make it into her mouth. She pushed her mouth down almost all the way, and I came. She held on until I finished, then, as my orgasm subsided, she pulled up the shaft, pressing her lips against it, letting her tongue flick from side to side. My sister gently licked the tip, then all around it, down the shaft, and my balls.



"I've always wanted to do that, Lex."



"I could have guessed that."



Terry looked like she might do more with me. But I couldn't take it, where it might lead, if I let that happen. I loved my sister, and I couldn't let my desire get in the way of that. Nor her desire, which seemed stronger than mine.



"This was very nice today. But I can't do this. I love you, but you're my sister. It is like the time after the party, when we got carried away. I was pretending that this was just teasing, like when we tickled each other when we were kids and you let my tickle your pussy."



"I know. And you really tickled me good today," Terry sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm such a horny bitch, I can't let go of a guy when I'm turned on. And it's not like you're ugly or anything, bro."



"Thanks. Um, does Martin know about what we've done together here, before? Or about the night of the bachelor party?"



"No. You better not tell him. Or anyone, OK?"



"No problem."



"Would you be OK with hanging around here naked, still? Martin might wonder about it if you don't."



"As long as you don't touch my dick, or anything else, more than a sister should. And I can leave my hands off you, OK?"



"Sure, Alex. Hey, did you ever tell Maribeth about any of this?"



"Nah. No, I wouldn't do that. She seemed to have a hard time dealing with us just being naked together."



"All-righty, then. I could use a shower. How about you?"



"As long as we don't try it at the same time."



"Hey, bro, don't you trust me? I promise, no more touching, just looking. You don't mind looking at this sexy bod, do you?"



"Not mind, but I can't help what my cock thinks of it," I answered. "OK, I trust you."



We did that, a nice, relaxing, non-sexual shower. I got dressed and went home.







That should have been the end of the story. I've tried not to dwell on what happened with my sister. The impact this has had on my life has been far greater than I expected. So much has changed in only a week. With the weather turned cold, it was unlikely that I'd have a chance to test my resolve with my sister, naked in the sun, until spring. Yet here I am, lying awake in bed, unable to avoid such thoughts.



My mind keeps coming back to Terry. I know she said we wouldn't do it, ever again. Why we won't, I don't know. I thought I knew when I asked her, with my passion spent and social sense kicking in. I asked for her not to touch me again, except in a sisterly fashion, but how strong is my resolve? Pretending that it was all Terry's fault won't cut it.



When she first touched me, after the bachelor party, I could have asked her to quit it. When she held my dick in her hands, at her house, going beyond a sisterly touch, I could have said Stop. There was no desire in me to ask her to stop. My fear of her touch, going beyond the limits forbidden us as children, only excited me.



At the end of our encounter, even after she had agreed not to touch me again, she was glad that we had done it. "I really did want to do it, long before this. We just never had the chance," Terry told me. She said it, but it was my secret wish, though I couldn't tell her that. As teenagers, we wanted sex. It was forbidden for us to do it with each other, but we could look and talk. Looking at her was wonderful, and I've thought of her naked, teenage body often since. Somehow, we had avoided acting on those thoughts then. But we hadn't forgotten.



I felt no guilt over what I had done with my sister. Even here, in bed with my lovely Maribeth and my thoughts drifting to the touch and feel of my naked sister, I didn't feel guilt. Not for cheating. It didn't count, not with my sister, who I had loved first. Not for incest. Not even for thinking of Terry while I touched my lover, even as I caressed her naked body, feeling her reality and my memories mix.



The Internet is full of information and stories about incest. There are lots of free stories, some fantasies but others I'm not so sure about. I've read a lot this past week, and what happened with us doesn't seem unusual, perhaps not even wrong. No children will result from our actions. We are adults, and no one else is going to be hurt by our enjoying each other. It must be kept secret from others who wouldn't understand, but I don't advertise everything I do with Maribeth. Why shouldn't I show my love for my sister in whatever way pleases her?



Yet here I lie awake, next to Maribeth, unable to sleep. We played the "tickling game," touching each other much as I did with my sister, except that, at the end, we fucked hard and long. She fell asleep, sated, and I should too. I love her, and I am trying not to think about my sister, whom I love as well.



Maribeth and I are going to get married. I didn't quite ask her; instead, I said something like "I think we should think about getting married" and her answer was, "That's a good idea. We've been practically living together for a long time." That should make me happy, except that the reason I brought it up was this: If I'm married, then I can't fool around with my sister, it would violate my marriage vows. As if it was really any different, without the promise, in my heart.



The secret of my relationship with Terry is hard to keep from her, my future wife, my love. If she kept such a secret, it would hurt me, so I can't do less myself. Besides, I'm sure that sometime it would come out. It may have already; Terry and Maribeth go out sometimes, and Terry gets talkative when drunk. They get along very well, and Maribeth told me that Terry will be her bridesmaid. My fiancee may have more than a small clue about how I feel about my sister and what happened between us. There is no way that she missed how turned on I was after the sunbathing episodes. On top of that, today she told me, "Next time you go by your sister's to get some naked sun, I think I should come along."



Tonight's game brought out something else. I must have noticed this before, but, when I touched Maribeth, it was so much like handling Terry that I even called her by Terry's name. I didn't see my lover react to that, so perhaps she didn't hear. Or she did and wasn't surprised. They aren't identical, but they can share clothes, including bras; if she died her hair and styled it differently, she could pass for another sister of mine, same color eyes, similar smile. I'm sure that I love her, but how much is due to her being like my sister?



My sister's been invited by Maribeth to stay over at our place, now that Maribeth's moved in, for a week while Martin's out of town. Her kid is at my brother's place, so it will be just we three. Maribeth says she wants a chance to get to know her sister-in-law properly, like family. We are often naked in our apartment, even when not making love. "Terry won't mind if we don't cover up, and you've seen her naked before, so we can all be naked together, just as if we were sunbathing," my fiancee told me.



Does my fiancee really know? If she does, will she stay and watch when my sister or I decide that our promise isn't worth keeping? Would she join in? If not, if Maribeth gives no hint that it is OK for us to do more, will Terry keep her promise? Can I keep this promise, with my lovely naked sister sleeping in my home, where we've been before and gone past looking?



I imagine Maribeth saying, "Touch your sister, it won't hurt. I love you, she loves you, don't worry about anything. We're all family now."



That would be so easy, wouldn't it? I haven't been able to bring myself to ask Maribeth if she knows just how close my sister and I have been lately. I've told her about some of what we did as kids, naked together, even about the time we masturbated together, and it doesn't seem to bother her. What bothers me is that I lied to her about what I've done with Terry more recently. She seemed to believe me, saying, "That's OK," about my being aroused by my naked sister. However, she never intruded in my time alone with my sister and didn't pry, even though I must have shown some signs of being upset, excited, or whatever about it all.



When Terry comes for her visit, I won't be able to hide my reaction to her, not if we get naked. I have no good reason to avoid nudity with her. I'll ask Terry if it is OK to share our secret with Maribeth and if she has already leaked it a bit. Maybe Maribeth will laugh and say, "About time you got around to talking 'bout that. Let's play!"



Is that what I really want? It isn't safe, to open our relationship up that way. I can't stop thinking about Terry, and Maribeth, and how wonderful having them both would be. It's something to dream about, and who knows, it might come true.



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