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Subject: {ASSM} 15JUL04 -- Me And My Sister, The Stripper (Part 1)
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{MF; public; masturbate; tease; incest; oral; tit-fuck; facial; swallow.}

   Me and My Sister, the Stripper (Part 1)

   Thursday night.

   Dad's birthday...  still call him that, though we know he's not, almost
everyone knows.

   Mom and Dad's anniversary.  They went out with my aunt and uncle.  Dad
had hoped to hear from my sister today, it's a significant birthday...  and
a significant anniversary.

   But, my sister didn't call and she didn't send a card.  In fact, she
hadn't been around much since the houseguest caught us in the aftermath of
our fucking 19 years ago.  The weekend following that event my sister
hooked-up with her boyfriend and they decided it would be a good idea to
have a few things to celebrate their copulation.

   They robbed a department store.  They were caught.  They were arrested.
They were jailed.

   My sister cried.  She was afraid.

   Her scuz of a boyfriend, laughed.  He was stupid.  He assaulted a police
officer.  He lied.  He was vile.

   That bastard should have been shot.

   Anyway, with due process my sister was released, sentenced to
probation...  but she was never grateful and she never visited her father
again.

   From time to time I'd write her, she never wrote back.

   After her eighteenth birthday she left her mother's house, moved in with
her boyfriend.  He took to booze and beating her.  She stuck a knife in his
chest one night, left him laying in their bed.  I helped her clean that
mess.  She was exonerated.  I gave her money and train ticket; so, she
could "start over, somewhere else."

   She never thanked me.  And, I hadn't heard from her since that day
sixteen years ago.  If anyone in the family had contact with her in the
last sixteen years, they hadn't mentioned it.

   So, imagine my surprise, walking into the strip club this Thursday night
and finding the most beautiful woman I'd ever known gyrating on stage.  I
hadn't seen her in sixteen years but I recognized her immediately.  Her
ruby-gold hair was less bright than it had been when we were teenagers. 
But, it was still luxuriously long...  was it gloriously soft?!

   My cock was hard!

   I took a seat away from the stage, cloaking myself with darkness and
distance.

   My sister moved gracefully, erotically, in time with the Eurythmics. 
She removed her bikini top, those melons are still marvelous!  She moved on
the stage now clad only in a bikini bottom...  a pink pantie!

   Oh, Christ!

   Steel stabbed at my pants...  I had to unzip, release my rigid pole.

   As my dick popped free from it's imprisonment I heard a slight cough to
my right.  I turned my head and found a fine young waitress standing there,
gazing at my lap.  "Can I," she choked, "get you anything.., from the bar?"
I ordered a soda water with cranberry juice.  "Um," she hesitated, "there's
a drink minimum...." "Whatever," I blurted, tossing $5 on the table.

   On stage my sister seemed to have caught my eye, might have been my
imagination.  She continued her gyrations: slow, quick, squat, quick,
quick, bend, slow, stretch, quick, squat, thrust, quick, slow...  I stared,
eyes drying from lack of moisture.  My prick twitched.  My sister danced.

   The waitress returned setting my drink and the $1.50 change on the
table. "Keep it," I told her.  She said, "Thanx," scooping the money up
from the table with a long, slow, stretched sweep of her arm.  As she swung
her arm up to her hip pocket, her hand brushed the tip of my steel member!
I glanced at her, she was blushing, slightly.

   The waitress walked away, slowly, returning to her duties.  I drank my
drink, quickly, suddenly feeling very warm, quite dehydrated.

   My hand suddenly had a mind of it's own, reached for my cock...!  I
stroked my cock...  my sister's dance neared conclusion...  with the last
bit she pulled aside the pink fabric, flashing her glistening pussy my
way...  I blew my load!

   My seed covered my hand, a mass pooled on my pants, another on the table
edge....

   The cocktail napkin wasn't sufficient, unable to soak up that much
spunk. I had no handkerchief and I didn't want to use my shirt.  I was
mindless of the people in the joint.  As I looked for alternatives to
gather up the spunk I noticed three dancers making their way through the
throng of men gathered near the stage.  I heard voices and glasses at the
bar behind me.  And, I noticed two waitresses moving about the tables,
trying to stay out of the dancer's way.

   I noticed only one other `gentleman' not seated close to the stage.  He
didn't seem to notice me.  A waitress approached his table, glanced my way,
held up a finger, indicating she'd be right with me, to freshen my drink.
Ah-Ha!  The glass.  In it was nothing but ice, melting and melted.  I took
it, brought it to the table edge, slid it off the table.  With my finger I
pushed the pool of cum from the tabletop into the glass, then did the same
with the pool on my pant leg.

   The slime remaining on my hand I wiped off with the inside of my shirt.
I plopped the sopped napkin into the goopy glass just as the waitress
arrived at my table.  "What can I get you?" the waitress asked.  I didn't
bother looking for the other.  I ordered the same drink and spent another
five dollars.  When the waitress picked-up the glass she made a face, as if
repulsed.

   I was sitting closer to the table at this time.  My dick still free of
my pants but now flaccid and concealed by the table.  The waitress had
returned with my drink quickly and left more quickly.  I sipped from the
glass.  I thought of my sister, her dance...  the time we fucked when we
were teenagers.

   I had to have her again!

   I moved my gaze about the room.  Sooner or later, as all the performers
did, my sister would be trolling about the room, offering her wares to the
gentlemen.  No freakin' lap dance would get me to open my wallet.  And,
damn the "no touching" bullshit!  I came her because the frackin' club was
closed for repairs.  Normally, I don't go to strip clubs because I don't
like to be teased.  I go to a different club, not far from this strip
joint. At that club, the waitresses are hookers....

   Anyway, after nearly 20 minutes my sister hadn't come to the floor.  I
looked around for a waitress, found one, motioned her to the table.  This
time it was the waitress who'd brought my first drink, brushed my dick. 
"Yeah.  Need something?" "Yes," I moaned, rubbing my crotch under the
table. "What," she replied, bending to the table, pushing her tits in my
face, "would that be?" I smirked, squinted, "Well..." "..  Yes..," sliding
a hand under the table, grabbing my hardening cock.  "Know someone who
could help me with something hard?" "I could ask," she said, rubbing the
tip of my cock.  "What about you?" "Nah.  Got a guy.  But, I can pass an
offer along, if you like...  You seemed Really interested in Ruby.  Wanna
Meet her?" "Yeah.., yes, I would."

   "We all like tips, ya know that, right?" "Right, tips.  So, ask `Ruby'
to join me at my table," I said, reaching into my pocket, drawing out
money, putting five singles into her hand, "keep it." Several minutes
later, the waitress returned, placed a folded piece of paper on the table.
"Thanks," I responded, setting a five dollar bill into her hand with my
left hand, taking the piece of paper from the table with my right hand.

   When the waitress had left, I unfolded the paper and read: "Go to the
bar.  Wait for me.  K"

   It wasn't my imagination...  my sister had seen me.

   I tucked my stiff prick into my pants, zipping-up Carefully.  Then, I
rose from my seat and left the table.  Walking toward the bar I eyed a seat
near the end, it was empty but a familiar drink sat on the bar in front of
it.

   Sitting on the seat, I drew the glass to my lips and sipped.  Yup, it
was mine.  I didn't sit long.  As I sipped, I turned toward the stage. 
With my next sip, I felt a finger rub along my spine.  And, a familiar
voice whispered, "This way." My sister grabbed the waist of my pants and
pulled me along after her.  She moved quickly, as if to avoid being seen...
as if this type of thing [even in a dimly lit strip joint] wouldn't be
noticed by someone.

   Well, most of the eyes in joint were on the stage...  but...  "ah," I
thought, "who the fuck cares?"

   My sister pulled me along after her, into a corridor opposite the front
door, adjacent to the bar.  There was a single bathroom, center of the
corridor's right wall.  The door was marked with a sign, two figures
adorned this sign, one male, the other female.  Opposite the bathroom door,
along the left wall of the corridor, was a cork board with a horde of
posted material.  Notes scribbled on napkins, business cards, pieces of
paper, all hung here advertising, promising or announcing some manner of
sexual adventure.

   My sister hurried me along with her, past the bathroom door, to the end
of the corridor.  Where the rest of the corridor had been dim, lit only by
the light from the bar area, here it was dark.  "Come on," my sister
demanded, releasing her grip on the waist of my pants, "this way,
hurry-up." I followed her through a black opening in the wall, as I entered
the narrow corridor beyond, she came around me, "Shut the door."

   I heard the door click behind me before I realized where I was...  we
had stepped through a concealed sliding door into a corridor leading from
the back stage area to the side door, the customer parking lot.  "We're not
supposed to have customers back here," she said.  `Yeah, that's why there's
a door here.'

   As we walked along the corridor motion sensitive lights were triggered.
We passed the electrical panel and the bar supplies before slowing near the
end.

   Around the corner, to the right, was the first and [to it's left, after
the corner] second of eight vanity tables.  Each of these tables was
adorned with items particular to an individual user.  Beside each table
stood a locker, like those found in a typical high school.  Each locker had
a padlock.

   The remaining six vanity tables were lined along the wall to the left of
the stage entrance, then after the next corner.

   My sister pushed me against the wall, "Shh.., wait here," and walked
into the room.

   Directly in front of the corridor entryway was a large sofa, facing away
from the corridor.  A smaller sofa of similar type was set across from it's
larger companion.  Three plush, comfortable, living room type chairs were
lined between the sofas, facing the stage entrance.  Behind those chairs
were four dressing room doors.

   My sister went into the room nearest the corridor, returned to me, "In
here." She grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me along with her.  As I
passed the wall to my left, I glanced, on it was what appeared to be the
week's work schedule.  Entering the dressing room, I noticed the door, none
of the doors, were marked.  "Go On," she barked, pushing me inside the
dressing room, closing the door behind her.

   "I knew I shouldn't have come back here," she said, bringing up the
ceiling light.  "I suppose you're gonna..." I turned quickly, facing her
suddenly, grabbing her, pulled her to me, kissed her fiercely on the lips.
We kissed tightly, our bodies came together tenderly, closely.  I ran my
fingers along her face, stroked her hair, gazed into her eyes...  "Hi.  How
are you?  Glad to see you."

   She giggled as our lips and bodies separated.  We held hands, gingerly.
The dressing room reminded me of a prison cell.  It wasn't much bigger,
that's for sure.  A vanity table, similar to, but smaller than, those
outside, was placed to the right of the door.  Proceeding to the right,
after the corner, stood a wardrobe, it's doors and drawers opened.  Like
the vanity, it was empty.

   Beyond the wardrobe, along the wall, sat a plush day bed.  My sister and
I moved toward it, then sat down on it.  She sat close to me, wrapped her
arms around my neck and draped a leg over mine.  She kissed my cheek. 
"Stacy's gonna take my spot," she said; "So, we have an hour...." "So, why
sneak me back here?" "I.., don't know really.  We keep three of these rooms
for `sessions'," emphasizing the word with finger quotation marks, "with
VIP customers, big tippers."

   I nodded, kissed her cheek, and placed my right hand on her bikini
covered tit.  My left hand stroked her arm.  "You don't owe me an
explanation," I spoke softly.  "It's been so long.., I don't know what.."
"..  Shh.  Everything's fine.  I'm not exactly close with the relatives. 
You may not have heard.., he's not my father." "What?" "Questions came up,
some time ago, blood typing ruled him out." She smiled, kissed me,
passionately.  "W- w- We didn't do anything wrong." "Never."

   I told her of the DNA test which proved my former namesake wasn't my
father either.  We both laughed at the facade my slutty mother presented to
the world.  "She must hate you." "She's certainly unhappy.  But, Hey, it's
her embarrassment, her shame, her lie.  Me, well.., suppose I'm not the
first sucker to have no clue who his father is."

   Set on the wall opposite the day bed was a plain wood shelf.  On this
shelf was set a small TV-VCR Unit and a clock radio with CD player.  Both
pieces of equipment had digital clock displays.  My sister noticed the
time, "Shit.  I forgot, I've got to get on the floor before I go on again."
She stroked my hair, removed her leg from mine, nuzzled against my shoulder
and sat up, "Give me a sec."

   She got up from the day bed and walked toward the door.  I was dazed,
flushed.  She blew me a kiss as she pushed aside a curtain and stepped
beyond it.  Before that moment, I hadn't noticed the dark curtain hanging
directly opposite the wardrobe.  Curiosity compelled me, I rose from the
day bed and walked toward this curtain.  As I neared it the shadows beyond
it gave me cause to surmise what lay there - toilet; sink; and, shower.

   My sister freshened up at the sink, brushing her teeth and gargling. 
Then she ran the water freely from the tap, masque for the use of the
toilet.  After washing her face and hands she exited the lavatory.  "Sorry
`bout that," she said, quickly striding to the daybed and dropping to her
knees.  "Now, Stacy told me you need something taken care of," she smiled,
speaking coquettishly.

   My sister unzipped my pants and drew them down to my ankles.  She
removed my left shoe and removed the pant leg.  Then she removed her bikini
top, leaned back, cupped her marvelous melons in her hands, presenting them
to my unadulterated view.  My lips felt parched.  Sweat streaked from my
forehead.  My cock was rigid.

   She wrapped her tits around my pole and stroked it with them.  Up and
down she moved her tits over my cock.  "Lovely," she cooed, "lovely dick
you've got." "Th- Thanx," I stuttered.  She brought her lips to my cock
head, licking it.  "Tasty," so coy, "like I remember." She then released my
prick from her breast glove and engulfed it in her mouth."OH!" I exclaimed,
"Dam!  Swallow my cock, [Ruby]!"

   I'd called her by name.  She nipped my penis with her teeth, "Here, it's
Ruby.  Don't forget." "Oh-K.  Shit."

   Suck.  Lick.  Out.  Stroke.  RUB.  GULP.  PRESS.  Fuck.  SUCK.  Choke.
GASP.

   My sister sucked my cock into her warm, moist mouth.  As it penetrated
her pie hole, her tongue licked along the shaft, greasing it.  She came off
my greasy cock, stroked it gently, earnestly.  With expertise, her thumb
and two finger rubbed my cock head, sending shivers of ecstacy through my
body.  My sister took my dick back into her mouth with a loud, quick, gulp!

   Feeling her throat near the tip of my erect member, I pressed her head
to my pelvis.  She agreeably fucked my cock with her mouth.  My dick was
sucked into her throat.  Her breath became short, choked off by the swollen
prick head stuck in her throat!

   She came off my pole with an loud gasp, took a breath.

   And, sucked my stick back into her mouth.

   "So, fuck'n GOOD.  Fuck," I moaned, "Don't stop." "Mm.  Bro.  Gibbvle
Tobl Mble.  Yes," she sputtered, "want to tbbasblte your Cum Abbgabln" My
sister worked my cock wondrously.  And, when the time was near, she slowed,
released me from her mouth and wrapped me in her tits again.  "Fuck Them,"
she demanded, "Come On.  Fuck my tits."

   I thrust my groin forward, pushing my dick through her tit tunnel.  When
the head protruded from her mountain crescent she wrapped it in her
glorious lips.  As I fucked her knockers I stroked her beautifully soft
hair, gently pulling her toward me...  before a second hand on her head
persuaded her there was a better place for my cock!

   "OH," she cried as my cock pushed it's way through her tit passage,
smacking her lips, over her tongue, penetrating her mouth.  "Like That," I
declared, "Gonna fuck your mouth." I held her face to my pelvis as I thrust
my dick into her throat.  My balls smacked against her chin.  In short
durations, with infrequent occurrence, I released her, giving her a moment
to gulp air.

   "SHIT," she screeched, "what the fuglc.." "..  Shut up.  Suck it.. 
Fuck." I rammed my cock back into her throat.  Like a steel driving machine
I reamed her pie hole.  Holding her head tightly, I stood up and turned,
placing the back of her head against the sofa bed.  "Gotta Go," she
sputtered as I released her, "supposed to be on the floor." "Shut up," I
ordered, "Get on the bed, head hanging off the edge."

   Surprisingly, my sister didn't hesitate to take the position demanded. I
supported her neck, as her head hung from the side of the day bed, arching
it, fully extending her throat.  Standing over her face, I looked down,
directly into her eyes, they shone with a light only true pleasure can
bring.  I smiled....

   I fucked her throat in that position for several more minutes.  Spittle
and snot ran from her mouth and nose.  Her breathing was raspy, course. 
Her left hand stroked my ass and pulled me toward her face with each
thrust! My sister's right hand was burrowed beneath her bikini bottoms. 
With at least two fingers she fucked her own cunt!

   Suddenly, she seemed to convulse.  The wet of her orgasm soaked her
panties as the scent of it filled the room.  Scant moments later, I pulled
my cock from her throat.  She held her mouth open, filling her lungs with
air.  I shot my load into her mouth, the last of it sprayed on her face. 
She swallowed my cum eagerly.  Then, she slid off the bed, turned toward my
still hard cock and took it in her hands.  She stroked it, milking the last
of my seed from it.  This she pooled on her tongue, swallowed.  Finally,
used her finger to scoop the spunk from her face, licked it clean!

   She was smiling broadly as she stood, kissed me on the lips.  "That was
fucking fun!" she rejoiced.  "But," continuing, "if I don't get out.." "..
No need," I interjected, "What's your usual take from the floor?" "Two,"
she spoke as she moved to the lavatory to clean herself, "lap dances in
thirty minutes." She filled the sink with water as she applied facial wash
to her skin.  Then, drawing the cloth from the filled sink, "then a break,"
washing her face, "before I go back on."

   She exited the lavatory, the sink draining as she did, drying her face
with a towel.  She moved toward me, dropping her bikini bottoms, "I don't
usually use these rooms." "But," I provided, "you have, on occasion."
"Yeah.., not often." "How much of the action does the house get?" "We have
to pay fifty for a five hour shift plus ten for each lap dance." "So.., you
owe the house twenty for the missed lap dances.  Have you paid for the
shift yet?" "No." "Twenty and fifty then..." drawing sixty dollars from my
pants pocket, "Can you cover the difference?" "Of course."

   My sister kissed my passionately, pressing her naked body to me as she
did.  She left the room, "I gotta change for my next show.  Will you stay?
Take me home after work?"

   I told her I would...  and I did.
   15 July 2004 FrankW265

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