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So my sister Missy was a stripper. So what. I had some problems with a few of my friends when they found out; endless questions and defense of her character. It was even worse if friends actually saw her perform. I had a real falling out with a friend who, drunk, asked me if I ever wanted to fuck her. That stuff was tough to deal with, but, hey, I was her brother and it was my job to defend her. She was an adult and could do what she wanted.

And being a stripper doesn't automatically make you a slut. I grew up with my sister and knew the real her. She was a great person. Definitely not a tramp, whore, slut; take your pick. I'd heard them all. It was the money! She made a ton of dough. She certainly was a beautiful girl, absolutely centerfold material, and figured that using this asset would be a great way to pay for school. She worked way out of town so our parents wouldn't find out, we both still lived at home with our parents while we went to school. After finishing college, Missy'd have her degree and move on to a new career.

That all made perfect sense to me, once.

I had been to plenty of strip clubs before, but never the one Melissa worked at. Of course, I purposely avoided it, but it was so far out of town that nobody I know had ever been there. Well...I was invited to a work-friend's bachelor party last week. I barely knew this guy and didn't know any of his friends, but a night of local strip club hopping is something I'm always up for. 3 car-loads of guys; hundreds of beers; and 3 or 4 clubs later, guess where we ended up. I didn't know this was Missy's place; I hadn't ever seen it before. We all stumbled in and checked things out. You know what these kinds of nights are like; lots of hooting and hollering, somebody gets sick, somebody else gets into a fight. This night was no different. I had a major buzz and needed to find a place to sit and chill out for a bit. There was a bar tucked into a corner near the rear of the place with a much smaller stage and less customers. I headed for there. Halfway there, I took a look at the girl working the corner stage: very tall, perfect small, rounded ass, really big tits, long black hair...I had almost taken a seat about 3 feet in front of the small stage before I recognized her face...you guessed it, it was Missy.

She had not noticed me; I almost fell over a chair backing up and out of the area. Holy shit, I was just saying to myself how hot this babe was; just my type, look at the size of those tits, this oughtta be good; and it's my damn sister! At this particular point in her act, she was wearing only a sky blue micro-mini, white knee-high boots, and a smile. Whatever she had worn for a top was lying crumpled on the stage in the corner and her skirt was pulled up to reveal both ass cheeks from behind and a small tuft of neatly trimmed black pubic hair. I had taken in (and approved) all the details on my way over before I realized who I was ogling. As I found a place to sit far out of the way and in the dark, I saw from the corner of my eye that Missy was bouncing quickly up and down, making her big boobies shake for the 10 or so guys cheering at the front lip of the stage. What the hell do I do? I can't stay here, she's getting naked! And if she saw I was here, she'd freak! Pretend I was sick and I had to leave? I didn't have my car. I guess I could pretend to be sick and go out to the car to 'sleep it off'...and sit in the car for a couple of hours while these guys partied without me. No...I could do this. I would just stay back, in the shadows, away from the stage all night and avoid whichever stage Missy was working on. She'd never see me if I played it right...

But I could see her. I was drawn to wherever she was in the huge room; I would find myself taking a quick look every now and again...I did need to keep up with where she was so I could avoid her, I kept telling myself...What I couldn't explain was the growing bulge in my jeans. Well, you're in a strip club, I thought, but no. 10 other girls had danced in front of my face, trying their hardest to turn me on, striking every lewd pose in the book; and none had even gotten a semi going in my pants. But every time I looked around to keep tabs on Missy... When I'd find her, for those few seconds that I'd see her dancing nude, bent over to expose her perfect pussy from behind; lying spread-eagle on the stage, her cunt lips opening slightly along with her legs; squeezing her massive titties together; spanking her ass...my cock would start to buzz. Maybe I should have left after all. What I'm feeling isn't right and I shouldn't have kept myself in this situation, I thought to myself. The more I watched Missy, The harder my cock became. The harder my cock became, the more I wanted to watch. I felt evil.

I decided to go with the 'sick' ploy. As I worked my way over to where the guy who drove the car I was in, I was interrupted by someone who grabbed me by the arm and pulled me towards the dressing room entrance. 'Tony! My god it is you!!' Missy planted a smooch on my cheek. I was in shock. 'I thought I saw you here about an hour ago, but I thought, Noooo....not Tony...I forgot you just turned old enough to get in! So what brings you out here!?' She was wearing a big white silk robe and god knew what else underneath.

'I...uh...I'm here for a bachelor party...Jeez, I didn't know this is where you worked...I mean..ah...I mean I didn't know I'd be....that you were here tonight...' I knew I wasn't making any sense.

'Oh, Tony, you're so friggin' cute! Don't worry about it! I don't mind! You're my little brother, for god's sake!! Relax and have fun! I'll talk to you tomorrow!' Another kiss on the cheek and she was gone, leaving me standing there alone, heart pounding. Well, she's OK with it; I won't have to worry about getting noticed anymore...

15 minutes later, as I sat alone near the back again, still hoping to avoid being visible to Missy, the groom came over and asked what was wrong. I told him nothing, just chilling. Truth is, I was rattled by having been spotted by my sister; and maybe a little shaken about how unconcerned she was that I was there...But I didn't want her to think that I was watching her. He must have thought I was just uncomfortable being there with a bunch of guys I didn't know because he invited me over to the middle stage where a bunch of the guys had front row seats. 'You can't see a thing from over here!' he protested; but I was stubborn and stayed put. 'Suit yourself...' he said as he walked away. I would have been better off at the front of the stage....A few moments later, Missy was walking straight for me, trying not to smile. She was wearing the same white robe. I must have looked terrified, because when she reached the table, she said, 'Jesus, Tony, relax! You're white as a sheet!' She bent over towards my ear and said, 'Listen: Your friends over there said you looked lonely and bought you a table dance. Now: I now this is going to be weird for you, but help me out. I make a lot of money from this; plus my boss is here; and since your friends already paid for me it's a done deal.'

'Table dance? Missy...you can't...'

She cut me off, whispering loudly. 'Tony. It's just me! C'mon! Your sister! Just calm down. Please! It'll be fun!' She stood up quick and her robe slipped down off her shoulders. She was wearing a fluorescent pink and green super-skimpy bikini that glowed brightly in the black lights s**ttered around the club. After removing her robe completely, I saw my sister as I had never seen her before; as all of the other men in the club saw her. Truth is, in the dim light, and dressed this way, Missy was barely recognizable to me. The guys who bought me the dance were watching us, giving me the thumbs up sign; I gave them a wave and forced a smile. I was about to see my sister totally nude, inches in front of me, and dancing the dance that has only one purpose: to make a man's cock hard.

She moved very slowly and sensually. Her skin was absolutely flawless; perfectly tanned and smooth. At first I tried to just 'look' like I was watching her; I tried to focus on her knee or elbow or some other innocuous body part. That worked for a while...Then she slowly slipped the straps of the bikini top down to her shoulders. I could not make eye contact with her but I could tell she was looking at mine; it was part of the dance, I guess. When she was held her top up against her massive chest with both hands, slowly slipping it down, my 'pals' at the bar started hooting and yelling; when she the tossed it onto the floor, revealing her 38-D's, my heart froze in my chest. Since c***dhood I had fantasized about seeing my sister Missy's tits; they developed quickly and I went through a couple of adolescent summers completely obsessed with them. And now, in the noise and the flashing lights, I was staring right at them, fully exposed, inches away from me. The big, almost perfectly round globes of tanned flesh hung slightly from her chest, each topped with an over-sized nipple. With her every move, they bounced and jiggled uncontrollably. She squeezed them together, unknowingly taunting me with my own c***dhood fantasy, pinching the tips and shaking them in her hands. My cock was screaming from inside my jeans. Guilt and excitement were battling fiercely inside me.

Missy whirled around and bent over. The bikini bottoms were thonged, the thin strip of material was barely concealing her privates. No, please, no...I thought, I can't take that...Her ass was a masterpiece. One leg was crossed slightly in front of the other as she bent over and held her ankles, slowly bringing her face down against her shins. I tried to focus on her boots, but, god, her legs were fantastic...and that ass...she straightened up some and slipped her fingers under the waistband of her bottoms and started slipping them down, down,...She peeled that thin strip at the bottom of the thong out from the crack of her ass as she slipped them off...My god I could see her pussy mound from between her legs. I looked up at the small of her back, trying to find something in vain to focus on. She tossed the bottoms onto my lap and turned to face me, now nude from the boots up. I was certain I was shaking and hoped no one noticed in the chaos of flashing lights.

Missy put her hands on my shoulders and brought her magnificent boobs about an inch from my face, squeezing them together with her elbows...and left them there for some 5 seconds. An eternity for me. She straightened up again and ran her hands over just about every inch of her perfect body. I caught myself staring at the small black bush over her cunt and closed my eyes...when they re-opened, Missy had turned around and bent over again; this time her naked ass and pussy were at eye level inches from my face. I gave up just then. My eyes were locked on her beautiful vagina; in the view from behind, with her mound and lips squeezing out from between her legs, no hair showed. Just the slender pinkish lips and her tiny puckered ass. She moved the whole package back and forth; I followed it's path as if hypnotized. My dick was fit to explode. She reached over with one hand and grabbed an ass cheek; squeezing it in her hand caused her pussy and asshole to open just a bit. Then it was over. She bent over and collected her stuff, gave me a peck on the cheek and quickly whispered 'thanks.' She walked away to the wild catcalls of the guys at the bar. I was in a daze. I walked over to the bar and ordered a beer while the guys slapped me on the back. I proceeded to get completely plastered.

I dreamed about my big sister Missy's fantastic body all morning. That night I was constantly distracted by thoughts of her pussy lips opening as she squeezed her ass. The following day at work, I could not erase the image of her luscious tits from my mind. I found that the only way to exorcise these thoughts from my mind was to masturbate, focusing on these images. I jerked off sometimes 2 or 3 times a day for a few days. I was worried I was becoming obsessed. Then even that wasn't enough. After about a week, I had put together an entire 'disguise'; dark glasses, leather jacket, cowboy hat, fake moustache; God I hoped it would work. It'd kill me for Missy to catch me watching her dance. I went to her club every chance I got; she wasn't always there but I found out what her regular schedule was soon enough. I had to get my regular dose of Missy's nude body. I always sat one stage away from her and tried to appear as if I were watching the girl on the stage I was nearest.

Every time I watched her dance I got a raging hard-on, right there in my seat. After leaving the club, I sometimes could not make it out of the parking lot without beating my meat. I had seen all the other girls that worked there do their thing, but nothing compared to the sexual charge I got watching my sister dance naked. To me, my sister Melissa was the most beautiful, most desirable girl in the world; the sexiest, most sensual creature on earth. I was clearly obsessed.

Weeks went by. I was sneaking to the club 3 times a week. I knew all Missy's moves, all her outfits; every inch of her gorgeous body. But I needed more than fantasy. How was I to know then that soon, my dreams would come true.

Here's how it happened: One day, as I sat in my disguise at my regular spot at the bar in Missy's club, the bartender handed me a note. It was from Missy:

Tony,

Not working tonight. Please come over around 8pm. We need to talk.

Missy

That was it. I was caught. How did she know? I had a few beers at the bar, a nervous wreck, sweating bullets. Would she tell Mom? Hate my guts? Man, I had let my dick get the better of me and now I had to pay the price. At 8:00, I drove to her new apartment and rang the buzzer to let her know I was there; she let me up. I knocked on her apartment door; she yelled 'it's open!' from the other side. Missy was in the kitchen making coffee. 'Cream? Sugar? I forget.'

'Black, please.' I was in hell, waiting for whatever it was my sister wanted to talk to me about. She had busted me watching her strip; whatever she had to say, it wouldn't be good. She brought two cups of coffee in to the dining room.

'Have a seat. Look, Tony, before I get into this, I want you to know, I'm not mad. So stop worrying. You look terrified!' She gave me a reassuring smile and I looked her in the eye for the first time since I entered.

'You...you're not upset?' I asked, dumbfounded.

Missy sipped her coffee. 'No, Tony. If I'm upset about anything, it's that you were sneaking around. You didn't have to do that, you know. I mean, after that table dance thing a few weeks ago, you should have known I don't mind you seeing me work.'

I was confused. 'Well, yeah, I knew you weren't bothered by me being there that night and all...but...obviously you found out I was going back...to watch you...but I don't know if you know how often.' I looked into my coffee, ashamed of myself.

'Oh, I've known all along; I've seen you there almost every night that I work.' She looked at me plainly. Your disguise was pitiful. Cute, but pitiful.'

Now I was even more embarrassed. 'And you're not mad that your brother has been watching you dance nude for weeks? Not upset?'

'Flattered. And maybe a little concerned; that's what I wanted to talk with you about today. Look. You don't need to sneak around in disguises, Tony. It looks like you've gotten a little...obsessed with what I do; I think I can make it a lot easier for you.' I was intrigued to say the least. What was she getting at?

'What do you mean, Missy?'

'All you had to do was ask, Tony. That's what I mean.' She finished her coffee off. 'If you want to see me dance, I'd be happy to do it for you. Here, away from that dumpy club. In private.' I took a sip of coffee, trying to appear unfazed by her statement. I was stunned.

'You mean, you'd dance for me? Your brother? I...I don't get it...' It was a dream come true, but somehow, it didn't make sense, what she was offering...

'Yeah! And it's because you're my brother that I've been OK with it! Don't you see...We know each other; love each other...You're not some creep in a club who I wouldn't give the time of day if he weren't a paying customer. That table dance I gave you was a pleasure! I knew you loved it. I felt like I was giving you a gift; not just 'working'. And the truth is, after you started coming to the club regularly, I began feeling safer there, more comfortable, knowing that somebody was there who loved me. It might sound weird, but on the nights that you weren't there, I was bummed...' Well, Missy, it did sound weird. But I wasn't arguing...'You were there so much, I figured you were really enjoying it, so I figured I'd make it easier for you; we'll do it here, alone. Once a week or something regular. Keep you out of that smoky club; I can try out new outfits and stuff on you, it'll be fun!...That is, if you want to.'

I stayed silent for a moment. My mind reeled at what she was proposing. Finally I said. 'Of course I want to, Missy. I haven't been the same ever since that night...To tell you the truth, I've been beating myself up over going to see you. I felt I was doing something wrong, violating your trust, I don't know...If you're telling me this is OK, I guess I feel a hell of a lot better about it...'

'I figured you'd be feeling bad. That's why I called you here, Tony. There's no reason to feel bad. It's all good!' She smiled at me and I suddenly felt like the luckiest man in the world. 'So just let me know when is good.'

A pause.

'How about...now? Tonight?' I asked. My pulse was racing. I couldn't wait...

'Now? Uh...Well, sure, but...You'll have to give me a little time to get ready...How about if you come back at around ten? That OK?'

'Ten! I'll be back.' I finished my coffee and we small talked some, but as I left Missy's apartment, life felt very different, somehow...I felt like a different person. Living a different life...I was going to get a private show with easily the most beautiful stripper on the west coast...and she was my sister! I was walking on air. It was all so surreal...

I drove around town for the next hour and a half, killing time and imagining what I was about to witness. When I finally arrived back at Missy's place, I made it a point to be just a little late, so I wouldn't seem over-anxious. But I was...When I buzzed her, she told me to come up, the door would be open. As I took the elevator ride to her floor, I felt an excitement and anticipation that I could barely contain. My cock had been hard ever since I left earlier this evening and it was actually starting to ache. I hoped she wouldn't notice it, though at my size, it's pretty hard to hide. I opened the door, knocking lightly as I pushed it open. 'C'mon in! Have a seat in the den! Be right out!' she yelled from the bedroom. I was literally shivering with excitement. 'Want a beer?' she called to me.

'Yeah. Thanks!' I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a cold one from the fridge. I cracked it open and almost killed it in the first few seconds. God, I was wound up! I walked back to her den and sat in an easy chair in the corner of the room. Missy had pulled the coffee table out of the middle of the floor and over to the dining room, making room for her to dance. I could barely breathe as I heard Missy call out, 'OK...Push 'play' on the tape deck!' I did. Loud electronic dance music came boomong out of the speakers placed on either side of the room. I took another swig from the longneck and before I could swallow, Missy was strutting out of the hallway and into the den in black, lace-up boots, sheer black thigh-high stockings (no garters), black thong panties and a black spandex half shirt. My god, I felt as if I might pass out. her hair was pinned up on her head. This was an outfit I had never seen at the club. And I had never been this close to her either, except for that first night. She stood 5 feet in front of me, her hands on her hips, legs slightly apart, and looked right at me with a devilish grin. 'Hi, Tony!' she said, loudly to be heard over the music. 'I want you to tell me what you think of this new outfit after, OK?'


I must have looked like I was about to faint. My eyes drank her in; those fabulously long, sleek legs, her oversized boobies spilling out of her top, and her full lips were done up in bright red lipstick, accentuating them further. I meekly nodded my head, staring at her tits. I hoped I didn't look like too much af a geek, but I was a man whose dreams were coming true. Then she started to dance.

She danced, twirled, bent and stretched all over the good sized den. Sometimes she danced with the music, sometimes not; slowing down to highlight a particular move. She was a very flexible girl. I didn't see anything that I hadn't already seen at the club, but here tonight it was different. It was just us two. She was dancing just for me. Showing me her beautiful body. Her outfit disappeared bit by bit, and soon it was down to just the stockings and boots. I sat ogling at my sister's massive tits, perfect ass and neatly trimmed pussy as she displayed her assets; I tried to hang on to my shredded sanity. No man could withstand this onslaught. No brother should see his sister put on such a display. But here we were, and it was wonderful. After about 10 minutes, she sat on the floor in front of me, leaned back on her elbows, and stretched her legs up into the air and spread them as far as she could. And that was pretty fucking far. So far, in fact, that I could see her pussy lips slowly part and stay slightly open as she moved her hips around. This was all I could take. For the first time in my life, I came in my pants with a low groan. Missy saw the look of release and then embarrassment on my face; she got back to her feet and approached me. 'Tony? You OK? What's wrong?' She looked concerned, but she knew what had happened. She also looked like she wanted to laugh, perhaps not at me, but at how embarrassed I was. 'Tony, It's OK! Really! Don't worry!' She tried to put me at ease, but my orgasm had surprised me so much that I was knocked completely off balance. I got up, slightly bent over, feeling my warm cum seeping into my clothes. I walked to the bathroom to clean up.

While I cleaned myself off, Missy turned off the stereo. How could I face her? I was mortified. She knocked on the door after a few minutes. 'You OK in there? Really, Tony, you don't have to be embarrassed. Tony?'

'I'm OK.' I flushed and buttoned up. 'I'll be alright...'

'Can I come in?' I opened the door. Missy had a robe on. She looked very motherly as she looked in to see if I was OK. 'I really turned you on, huh?' She rubbed the top of my head, messing up my hair, trying to make me comfortable.

'Duh...' I replied, moping.

'Don't take it so hard, Tone. I'll take it as a compliment! You ...I mean, you didn't even touch it!'

'I know. It's never happened before. If anything, I'm pissed that I ended it. You were so great.'

'So you won't let this stop you from coming back?' She looked hopefully at me.

'Not if you don't mind...I thought you might be freaked out.'

'About what? That I turned you on so much that you came in your pants?' I winced; but I was glad that Missy was being so cool about this. I really thought I'd blown it... 'Nothing you could do would freak me out. Now stop worrying. See you next Friday?'

'Wha?...OK, uh...same time?'

'Sure. Same time, new outfit.'

She walked me to the door and kissed me on the cheek. 'Bye bye!' She waved to me as I left. Man, I was embarrassed, but I knew that this was one night I would never forget. I went to sleep that night reliving the moment when my balls gave way and I came, sitting in Missy's chair, staring at her moist, pink pussy as it slowly parted, her tits bouncing against each other on her chest.

The following Friday, I went back to Missy's. I was right on time; once again I showed up with a raging hard-on. This time, I thought I noticed Missy's eyes on it as she entered the den to begin. She had a different outfit for me that night, a mini-skirt, pumps, a halter top that tied at the front, and her hair had been permed into a sexy mane. 'Whattaya think?' she asked as she started moving to the music.

I weakly shouted 'Great,' and my hands felt in the way as they rested in my lap, partially covering the bulge in my pants. After about 10 minutes of sensual ecstasy, I got that desperate, pained look on my face; I couldn't fight it, and Missy strutted over in her pumps and hiked skirt.

She bent over so I could hear her clearly, her tits inches from my face. 'Ooooh, you poor thing! Tony! Would it be better if you...took it out and...um, took care of it this time?' I stared back in amazement.

'Took care...? You mean...' She was looking down into my lap anxiously as I spoke.

'Yeah! Tony, I don't mind! Do what you gotta do! Whatever makes you feel good!' And she backed away, resuming her dancing, watching out of the corner of her eyes to see what I was going to do. God, it would feel great to open up the front of my pants and let my cramped cock breathe; and it sure would feel great to jerk off while actually watching her in front of me instead of reliving memories of her hours later. And lastly, I felt that unless I took care of business, there would be a repeat of last week. That did it. I couldn't bear to let that happen again. I reached down and unbuttoned my jeans; then slowly pulled down my zipper, watching Missy's eyes. Ahhhhh, my cock felt better already...I squirmed up in my chair and slipped my jeans and briefs down to my knees.

Missy's focus seemed to move from her dance, which faltered and almost stopped altogether, to my crotch, with my fat, 10 inch dick sticking up against my navel. She was obviously impressed, and gazed at it for almost a minute as she half-heartedly danced a little closer. I blushed, but felt pride for my monster cock; if it could get a woman like Missy to pause in her tracks, it must have been pretty impressive. I started slowly stroking it and Missy revved up her dancing again, still taking a look at the action in my lap every chance she could. Her devilish smile was gone, replaced by an intense, serious look, and her hard, pointed nipples appeared even harder and pointier.

She was getting turned on. As I jacked off she danced closer and closer, until she was as near as she had been during our table dance, mere inches away. It felt great to be beating my meat just inches away from my sister's incredible body, and even better to think that it was actually turning her on. She had really turned up the heat on her performance, too. I think she was actually trying to make me cum now; she was pinching and twisting her nipples more, opening her pussy with her finger tips, occasionally slipping one part-way inside, and actually gave her clit a few rubs before switching to another move. On one of the times she opened her pussy lips for me, I could clearly see the slick, shiny lubricant wetting the area surrounding her mound. She was wet.

I closed my eyes for a second, lost in the pleasure of jerking off, and when I opened them, Missy was standing in front of me, naked except for her high heels, slightly bent at the knees, holding her cunt lips open and quickly rubbing her pussy in a circular motion with her fingertips. Her eyes weren't closed, however. They were watching me pumping my fist over my big cock. I could hear her making a strange sound, like a continuous 'aaahh, aahh, aahh, aahh...' and I felt the cum rising in my cock. I spurted cum up into the air over my lap; it landed on the arm of the chair and some oozed down onto my fist. Seeing this sent Missy over the edge. She arched her back, still fingering her cunt, and threw her head back.

The sound she was making grew louder and more intense, and her entire body shook as she came standing right in front of me. She almost lost her balance as she quivered and shook in orgasmic pleasure. It took her a few minutes to recover. She backed over to the couch and slumped into it. 'Wow', was all she could manage to say. After another minute, my cock was limp and empty and I told her I needed something to clean up my mess; she stood up, donned her robe and went in to the bathroom. She returned with a couple of towels, and as she helped me clean up the goo, she said, 'Guess I sort of got carried away there.' She was still looking at my cock, albeit completely limp. 'Fucking intense...' she said, as she wiped my cum off of the arm of the chair.

I stood up and pulled up my pants. Watching my sister dance nude, was one thing; masturbating with her was another. It was the most intense sexual experience I had ever had. But something still told me this whole thing was wrong. But could I actually put an end to this? Was I really going to say that I thought we should stop? No way...

Missy fixed herself a drink as I got my coat. 'Sure you don't wanna stay for a drink?' she asked. I said I couldn't; and I waited for her to say something that would let me know that she still wanted to do this. I wasn't sure. I stood stalling, waiting. She said nothing. Damn. We had ruined a great thing.

'Well, I'll see you. I guess--'

She cut me off. 'How about tomorrow? Afternoon? I...Uh, I mean, if you can. I'm working next Friday, so...What do you think?' She looked at me anxiously, waiting for my answer. I heard myself say:

'OK. When? Like 2:00-ish?'

'Yeah! 2 is fine. I'll be ready at 2. Good.' She leaned over and gave me another peck on the cheek, her fingers grasping my arm tightly. 'See you then.'

The next day. I was haunted throughout the previous night by images of my sister Missy frantically rubbing her pussy and coming as I tried to sleep; and today I was going back for more? Just what was going on here between us? As I pondered that question, pure a****l desire pulled me back to Missy's place. I walked in this time, Missy was in the hall waiting for me. She gave me another peck on the cheek and walked me to the chair. 'I want this to be special, Tony. I'm going to do something special for you this time. I hope you like it.'

She disappeared into her room and we began what had become our 'routine'; Missy in the bedroom, me starting the music, Missy coming out in a new outfit (a one piece spandex dress way too small for her and a pair of stiletto heels) and me jerking off as she danced for me. Just a few minutes in, she had her boobs out over the top of the stretchy dress and the hem was pulled up to her hips, revealing her panty-less groin. Soon she had her back to me and was shaking her ass up and down just a few inches from my cock. She kept bringing it closer, and closer...For a second I heard a voice inside that said 'dude--stick it in! She's begging you for it! Go ahead!' But I quickly dismissed it. That was just out of the question. I was still pretty weirded out by what happened last night. But, damn it, she was moving her cunt closer to my cock, dangerously close...her pink lips were moist and flapping open, I could just move about an inch or so and...She was backing up more each time she turned around. Then she stopped. She slipped out of the spandex dress and turned around and fell to her knees facing me.

On her knees in front of me, Missy said, 'You've sure gotten a good look at me in the last few weeks. I think it's my turn to get a good look at you, little brother. ' She then reached over and grabbed my pants and briefs and pulled them down, over my knees and down to my ankles. I did not resist. It felt great to be that much more naked, and that much more exposed to her. Staring up at me to see if I'd protest, she slipped my sneakers off, then pulled a pantleg off. Then the other. My pants were completely off. I volunteered more and pulled my t-shirt off and Missy looked at me with that sly grin; nervousness showed through also, but she was psyched that I now sat there before her in her easy chair stark naked and stiff as a board.

'Now let's have a look.' Still on her knees, she spread my knees apart gently and wedged her body in between them. She put her hands and forearms on my thighs. An electric shock shot straight up my spine. 'My, my...what a magnificent specimen.' Was she going to touch it? My god, I hoped she would, even if just for a second. I could feel her eyes like lasers poring over every inch of my cock and scrotum. She looked it over like a woman obsessed. I could feel her hot, rapid breath on it. It's so hard, Tony; it looks like it hurts! You really need to cum badly, huh?' She looked up at me one more time; my lack of resistance gave her all the courage to bring everything one step further. I never dreamed that she would go as far as she did.

She grabbed her huge titties and held them up and put them both right in my lap. My cock was poking straight up between them; I pulled my hand out of from under her tits. They sat directly on my balls.

'Missy, what are you doing? Are you...Jesus!' I blurted, but she looked up at me with the sexiest of looks. As she spoke, she moved her tits up and down over my cock. The soft flesh felt exquisite.

'Tony, please. Let me make you feel good. Don't stop me. You know you want it. You didn't just want to look at me forever, did you? Hmmm...See how good that feels? Yeah...Just close your eyes and let Missy take care of you. Let your big sister show you how good she can make you feel.' I looked down at her, stunned, but damn, she was right. Her massive tits felt terrific sliding up and down the shaft of my cock. It felt like my cock belonged there. I was losing the ability to think clearly as she fucked me with her tits. 'Mmmm. Yeah'. She rubbed my dick between her tits for a few minutes and then I could have sworn she put my dick head in her mouth...I opened my eyes in a flash, but she was looking up at me smiling. She looked back down at the head of my dick and slipped it into her mouth. She was! She was sucking my cock! Missy was slipping the tip of my boner into her mouth every few strokes while tit fucking me.

After this realization, I was gone. Completely lost. I reached down and held her head down, my cockhead inside her warm mouth. She held my big round knob in her mouth and sucked while my hips involuntarily moved the shaft in and out of her lips. 'MMmmm, hmm, hmmm hhmmm....' she moaned as she sucked.

I mumbled to her, trying to understand what was happening, lost in a sexual frenzy. 'My god, Melissa...what are we doing? We can't do this! Ohhhh, Missy...' I felt her arms holding me down into the chair; if I was going to try to get up, she wasn't going to let me. I had no intentions of going anywhere. Her fantastic blowjob had rendered my legs completely useless. I couldn't get up and walk away from this in a million years. I just wanted to make sure Missy knew what she was doing...oral sex with her own brother! This had gotten out of control fast...

She raised her head up out of my lap. 'Just sit back and enjoy, Tony...You were gonna come anyway; I'm just helping you out...Mmmm, hmmm, mmmm..' And back to sucking. Then, 'Don't you wanna come, Tony? Let me help you cummmmmnnmmm.....' Now she was taking as much of my big dick as she could into her throat and jacking the rest of it with her hand. 'Just a big sister helping her little brother out...' she said while gasping for air and jerking my dick. But I had a feeling she was getting just as much out of this whole thing as I was. Was this in her plans all along? Ever since the table dance?

She saw the look on my face, I was getting close. She backed away a bit, still jerking me with one hand. 'Oooohhh, you need to come, Tony. We're not going to waste your cum this time either...Where do you want to cum, Tony? On my titties? On my ass?' Her voice turned into a deadly sounding whisper. 'In my mouth, Tony? How about that; would you like to come in Missy's mouth?'

'Oh! OHHH!!!!Missy!!' I could barely speak. The thought of cumming into my sister's hot mouth; spurting my semen in between those luscious, full lips was driving me wild. Beads of sweat ran down my face.

'Or better yet, Tony, how 'bout my pussy? Wanna cum in my pussy, Tony? You know you want to.' She lay back on the floor. 'You know you've wanted to fuck your sister ever since that night.' She was lying on her back on the carpet, legs spread, her pussy lips gaping open, a thin trickle of juice running down to her pretty butthole. 'Admit it. Admit you want to put your big fat dick into my wet cunt...'

It was the way Missy said the word 'cunt' that did it. I launched myself off of the chair and onto my sister. She yelped as I landed between her legs, grabbed her by the arms, and pushed my huge, steel-hard cock against her pussy, searching for the opening by quickly thrusting against her mound. 4 or 5 thrusts later and I was in. Missy screamed, my 10" entering her rudely and ungracefully. My first few thrusts lifted her ass completely off the floor and pushed her back a few inches with each savage stroke. This was the way she wanted it all along; the way she knew I wanted it all along, but couldn't admit to myself. Now I was reveling in every sensation: Her nails were clawing at my back as I plowed into her pelvis with my engorged member. Loud smacking sounds emitted as our groins met furiously and mixed with the music from the stereo. I could smell the perfume she was wearing with my head buried in the hair that fell around her neck. And the indescribable feel of my penis sliding in and out of her vagina...I felt a strange mixture that I have never felt before: The intense brotherly love for my sister, and the extreme lust for this beautiful sexy woman had combined, and I realized for the first time that those two feelings could co-exist to become this unnameable new emotion. I hoped that Missy was feeling that, too.

We fucked each other on the rug for another 10 minutes, Missy playing with my balls and nibbling on my nipples, me sucking at her big boobs and fingering her asshole. We were both constantly looking down at our genitals as they worked together, as if we couldn't believe what we were seeing. Maybe we couldn't. My cock was slick with her juices as her lips slipped up and down my shaft. We could soon feel each other's orgasms approaching; Melissa came gripping my entire body with her arms, fingers and legs, every muscle in her body clenched tightly, and yelling through gritted teeth. I pulled out and jerked off to Missy's insistent cries of 'Do it! Yes! Do it!' and came in gushing jets of hot white cum which I aimed at her tits. Most of it hit the mark, leaving large, thick gooey puddles across her huge breasts. Missy smiled as she watched the last drops of cum land on her boobs. I fell back into the chair.

We lay there silently, motionless but for the heavy breathing that slowly came back to normal. Missy spoke first. 'We had to do it, Tony. Ever since that first dance...I was obsessed. It changed me...I just had to have you. I knew it changed you, too.' She looked up at me lovingly.

I looked over and smiled back. 'Next Friday, then?'

We laughed hysterically. Life was good.