Private Dancer

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 animal 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.