My Little Sister’s Visit Ch. 08

"Oh, so now you're turning to your ex-boyfriend. I think it's a bit late for that. You made the rules. If you want to sell lap dances to my friends, you have to treat them fairly. Otherwise, you should drop out of the game like a mature adult."

I glared at Paul when he snickered once again at my calling Megan my ex-girlfriend. I almost missed the flash of anger in my sister's eyes.

"Fuck you, Steve."

"Hey, this is your fantasy. Deal with it or go to bed, little girl."

Megan pulled her miniskirt up and sat on Doug's lap with her wet ass exposed. Barry did his friend a favor and dropped the needle at the beginning of 'Light My Fire.' My sister lit the remains of a joint and pressed her lips against Doug's open mouth. His hands went straight for her soft breasts.

Paul got to his feet and looked at me. "It's getting hotter in here by the minute, and I'm overdressed. I'll be back in a minute after I get comfortable."

Doug followed Barry's playbook but performed it faster. As soon as my sister finished blowing the potent marijuana smoke into his lungs, his big hands cupped her wet ass. Megan increased the pace of her lap dance as his thick fingers rammed deep into her wet pussy. Megan let out a shriek as her naked sex flew across Doug's barely covered erection.

The song was just ending when Paul returned wearing only skimpy silk boxers that barely concealed his erection. His broad, muscular chest was bare except for a scattering of blond hairs. The smile on his face frightened me.

"Did I miss anything?"

My sister stood up with her hand on Doug's shoulder. Two of his thick fingers were still buried in her engorged pussy. Megan grabbed his wrist and pulled his glistening fingers from her sex. Poor Doug was sweating and panting hard. His eyes were glued on my sister's flowering sex as he brought his moist fingers to his mouth. My sister backed away before pushing her skirt down.

Megan's voice was shaking. "I think I have enough money to play with."

Megan sat down at her place and tossed a white chip into the center. Everyone except Doug tossed in a chip. The game went back and forth for nearly an hour. Barry lost his last chip and was done for the night.

My sister had been playing cautiously until she and Paul got into it in a hand of five-card draw with deuces and jokers wild. The Professor and I dropped out since both of them were betting like they had a sure thing. Paul asked me for two cards, and Megan asked for one.

I did my best not to laugh when Paul immediately bet a hundred dollars more than Megan had left. My sister looked around the room for support. Doug and Barry were tapped out after paying for their lap dances. She knew my position about loaning her money, and Megan turned to the Professor as her last resort. She stuck out her bare chest and pleaded her case.

"Professor, is there anything I can do to convince you to loan me a hundred for a couple of minutes? I promise you that I'll pay you back as soon as I win the hand."

I'm not sure what my sister was offering, but it had to be more than a lap dance.

"Sweetheart, as much as I might be tempted, the answer is no. Sorry, but I have a loving wife and two daughters."

Before my sister could beg me for a loan, Paul said, "I'm going to be generous. I'll spot you the hundred, but I want a special lap dance, including a shotgun if you lose. You don't have to pull your dress up, but I get to touch you anywhere I want, including under your skirt. I also want the dance to last for twice as long. Is that acceptable?"

"As Barry said, Oh hell yeah. I call you."

Paul turned over his cards. He had a straight flush to Megan's four jacks, and my poor little sister groaned. Once again, she had lost a close hand. At least now, she would have to quit.

My roommate had a smirk on his face as he moved his chair into the middle of the room. He adjusted his silk boxers to accommodate his sizable bulge and sat down. When he was ready, he nodded to Barry to play the record. Megan danced between Paul's spread legs rolling her hips and caressing her plump breasts. My sister's gaze never left the growing bulge in Paul's boxers. I was afraid his erection would find the opening and pop out any minute. Megan danced a minute or two until my roommate patted his lap.

"Time to pay the piper. Give me your best shot."

Megan straddled Paul's lap and carefully sat down. She hooked her platform shoes in the rugs of the chair and scooted her butt forward. Judging by the smile on my roommate's face, my sister's wet naked sex was pressed against his erection. His hands rested lightly on her gyrating hips. I shuddered at the thought that the only thing separating their over-heated genitals was a gossamer piece of silk.

Megan had the remains of a joint in her hand, and Barry stepped forward with a match to light the fat stub. My sister expertly reversed the joint and carefully placed it in her mouth. She inhaled deeply before pressing her lips to those of my lecherous roommate. My sister's hands held the back of his head with her fingers intertwined in his curly blond hair. Four times, she blew massive quantities of potent smoke into Paul's lungs. If my practically naked sister weren't grinding on his crotch, I would have laughed. No one would ever accuse my roommate of being a pothead. Tonight, as usual, my roommate had restrained himself to a couple of light tokes. My little sister had just given him four giant shotguns of highly potent weed. By the time Megan discarded the small stub, poor Paul looked wrecked. Any inhibitions he might have held about caressing my ex-girlfriend in front of me went out the window.

I think the marijuana reduced Paul to operating on his primal instincts. Indeed, he'd had years of practice giving women pleasure, and once Megan finished the shotguns, he put on a demonstration of his talents. Unlike Barry and Doug, who had focused on satisfying themselves, Paul seemed determined to provide Megan with the orgasm she desperately desired. The two of them passionately kissed while his hands slowly caressed every square inch of exposed flesh.

My sister desperation increased by the minute. She whimpered when he finally slid his hands up the tender insides of her long thighs. I watched in fascination and with gut-wrenching dread as his hands disappeared under the front of her short pleated skirt. My sister's eyes flew open as she tilted her head back and shrieked. I knew where Paul's long fingers were even if I couldn't see them.

"Oh God, yes, yes, yes. Touch me. Touch me right there."

Paul kept caressing my sister's engorged sex with his left hand while sliding his right hand around to grasp her firm ass. I wasn't the only one in the room to moan at the gorgeous sight of my sister's bare wet ass. When Megan lifted her butt to give Paul access to her moist vagina from behind, everyone could see two of his long fingers penetrate her engorged pussy lips.

My sister began pleading. "Oh God, I'm so close. Please, please, please rub my clit."

While my sister was still kneeling, I was horrified to see Paul's erection escape out of the opening of his boxers. Everyone could see as she began rubbing her engorged pussy lips up and down my roommate's impressive cock. I'd heard rumors, but seeing was believing. It was at least a couple of inches longer than mine and fatter as well. No wonder he had to fight off the coeds.

My little sister's body was shaking with need. She let out squeaks and cries as she frantically worked her wet pussy up and down the length of Paul's cock. The bastard had her on the edge of a sweet orgasm when he stopped touching her clit. Megan was desperate for relief. I yelled, "No!" when I saw her grab his cock and aim the fat mushroom head at the entrance to her vagina. His glistening erection was well lubricated with her fluids, and she eagerly took all of his impressive erection in one quick lunge. Several of us groaned at the lurid sight.

Paul yelled. "Oh God, yes. What a sweet pussy."

Megan didn't waste a second before she began frantically bouncing on his cock. Her sweaty breasts flew up and down before she wrapped her arms around her partner's neck and pressed her plump breasts against his broad chest. Their sweaty bodies slapped together in a rhythm as old as time, and the acrid odor of hot sex filled the room.

Paul slipped both of his hands down to cup my sister's ass cheeks so he could help her ride his cock. Without Paul's fingers touching her sex, my little sister's orgasm began to slip away. She rode him harder until she screamed in frustration.

"Oh God, no. Not again. It's not fair."

Megan jammed a hand between their sweaty bodies and began rubbing her clit while her pussy flew up and down his cock. In a minute, she was back to a full boil. After a couple more hard thrusts, Paul jammed a couple of fingers deep into her ass. My sister screamed as she orgasmed hard. She had finally found the powerful release she craved. Her tight pussy must have clenched around Paul's cock. My roommate looked like he'd been struck by lightning. He pressed his eyes closed and let out a series of heavy grunts. My sister kept bucking for a few minutes as a frothy mixture of her juices and Paul's cum were forced out around the base of his fat cock.

They sat there for a few minutes, oblivious to their stunned audience. Megan's face was pressed against his chest, and she was breathing hard. Finally, Paul recovered enough to stagger to his feet with my sister's legs wrapped around his waist. He slowly carried her down the hallway to his bedroom. I heard him lock the door. For a moment, I thought it was the end of my little sister's long strenuous day. However, peace in the apartment was short-lived. A few minutes later, we heard Paul's brass bed begin squeaking. My sister began urging my roommate to show her no mercy and fuck her harder.

Barry said, "Well, I think we can call it a night. Damn, I wish I'd had the balls to fuck the beautiful bitch when I had the chance. Sorry, Steve, but she is your ex-girlfriend."

I took my time cleaning up after everyone left. I hoped Paul and my sister would finish soon, but they were still enthusiastically going at it when I was ready for bed. Paul's brass bed was furiously screeching and banging against the wall between our bedrooms.

I took a couple of wax earplugs and screwed them in tight. Despite being exhausted, I had a hard time getting to sleep. I was consumed with guilt thinking about taking my little sister into the pizza parlor and then failing to prevent her from becoming one of my roommate's many conquests. It was a rough night since they woke me up every couple of hours. At least, Megan seemed to be having fun judging by her squeals and frequent pleas for Paul to fuck her harder.

Before I fell asleep, my last thought was that maybe my sister would give up her idea of becoming a nun if she enjoyed the pleasures of the world enough.