Over the Waterfall

"Jess, I'm bushed. Let's just catch a plane tomorrow and take a rest tonight."

"I'm with you. I hate these red-eyes, anyway."

The airline offered up a $100 voucher and a taxi ride. We went to Caesar's. I've always liked it there. Top-notch.

"How are you, sweetie?"

"Steven, I'm kind of ok. I guess because, Mom's not suffering and they are together. It's the way it should be."

"I know! I was thinking the same thing. I mean, I'm sad, but also... it's over and they are in a better place, together." We gripped hands in the taxi. "I can't believe dad just drove the both of them into that bridge abutment, though. He sure had some guts."

We checked into Caesar's. Two-room suite. Giant glass-enclosed tub that would fit four people comfortably. King bed out front, another king bed in the back. We unpacked our bags and chatted.

"So, you're Mr. Vegas, apparently."

"Whatever do you mean?" I gave her a sly grin.

"Well, did you actually know the check-in gal? How'd you get this upgraded room?"

"I've seen her several times, yes."

"I didn't know you were such a gambler!"

"Uh... I don't really gamble much. I get too pissed when I lose."

"Then what do you do here?"

"Golf. With my buddies."

"Golf."

"Right. Golf."

"You and your buddies come here, and just golf. Bullshit."

"We do! We golf!"

"And at night?"

"No, there's no night-putting here..."

"Spill it chief, you're lying about something."

"Well... we have been known to go to some uh... bars at night."

"Bars. Right. Are there women at these bars?"

"O-o-o-o-h yeah!"

"So... you go to strip clubs, then."

"No. We go to Gentlemen's clubs."

Jess whirled on me.

"Take me."

"What?"

"You heard me. Take me! Women go to those places, don't they?"

"Well, yeah, some... my wife never would... bitch."

"So take me. I've always wanted to see what it's like inside on of those places."

"You realize, they get topless, right? Naked boobies in there."

"I've seen boobs before, genius. No big deal. We're going."

"Ok, we're going to eat first, though."

At dinner with a few drinks, we reminisced about some of our goofy memories.

"Remember when you poked my tit?"

"Like it was yesterday!" We both laughed.

We had this community pool, and we two were the last ones there that day. We would shower off with shampoo and stuff so we'd be ready to go out at night. This particular day, it was getting chilly and we were both trying to shower off the one shower head. Being Jess was the older sister, she got most of the water. So I was standing there as she had her head leaning back into the shower stream, her back arched nicely. I stood there and stared at her luscious tits. I had not felt a tit, i didn't know if they were hard, or squishy, or what.

Her nipples were poking through the thin material of her bikini top. My cock was nearly hard. I was overcome with tension and fear. So I poked her tit to see what it was like. She screamed, of course. And yelled at me and called me a pervert.

"You were so mad at me!"

"Not really, I just didn't know what else to do..."

"Really? I thought you were going to kill me."

"Nah, actually it was kind of funny. So that was your first tit-touch, right?"

"Yeah, it was."

"Glad it was me."

"Remember our apartment? You practically had a revolving door for the guys back then..."

"Yeah, well, blonde hair and nice boobs do get the guys going."

"I used to hear you with them, laughing, giggling, moaning..."

"I know! I couldn't shut up!"

"I whacked off sometimes, while you and whoever were doing it."

"Really! Jesus, that's hot! Dirty boy!"

"Hey, who needed phone sex with you around!"

The bill came. We headed towards the Peppermint Lounge (name changed).

"So... how does this work?"

"Well, you can get lap dances on the floor, or you can get time in the back rooms. Theback rooms are better, much more private."

"So... is there touching...?"

"Yeah, here there is. They tell you 'you don't have to sit on your hands', which is nice. We'll talk to the guy. They have like, maitre'd guys who can assist in the choosing."

"Don't they line up for you?"

"No, that's a brothel. I always ask for naturally busty girls, don't care about hair or nationality. Is that ok for you?"

"Hmmm. Naturally busty. Ok. I've felt another girls boobs, once. Back in high school. That was it."

We pay our way in to the Peppermint Lounge. Jesse gets in for free. Then gentlemen taking tickets, Sasha, asks us if we need anything.

"Yes, is 'Red' here tonight?"

"No, I'm sorry, she's off."

Damn, I really like her. Busty Russian babe. Tight body, let's you do just about anything.

"Anyone like her? Natural?" There's lots of silicone in here. I'm not a big fan.

I slip him a hundy. Hey man, Vegas ain't cheap.

He seats us and has the first girl come to us. Brandi. Tall, black hair, big tits. We tell her what's up, that we want her to dance for both of us. She smiles, and dances all over me. She barely even looks at Jesse.

We pay her and wave Sasha over. "Dude, they need to be friendly, also."

Tiffany comes over. White hair. Not blonde. White. Nice tits. She dances her dance for us, and doesn't come very close at all. I'm getting disappointed, fast. This isn't normal.

"Sasha, I'm thinking a refund is due here..."

"No, no, no. I get pretty girl. Perfect girl. One minute." Russians, they own half the strips clubs.

Jennifer comes over. Wow. All-American looking, sandy colored hair, beautiful smile, great body and naturally stacked. She's wearing a string bikini and stripper shoes.

She starts her dance by having Jesse and I sit very close to each other. Jennifer leans in and drags her breasts up my crotch, up my chest, then she goes over to Jess and kisses her on the neck. Jess looks stunned. Jennifer gets between us and asks us both.

"Are you two married?"

"Um, no."

"Boyfriend-girlfriend?"

"No..."

"Office friends?"

"No..."

Jennifer stops for a moment. "But you do know each other, right?" Funny girl.

"Yes, all our lives," I answer. Jess shoots me a mean look.

"Wait a second... brother and sister?"

I nod.

Jen takes off her bikini top. Holy shit she's got a nice big rack. Jess is just staring.

Jennifer climbs on top of Jesse so that her tits are in Jesse's face. Jen's cleavage surrounds Jesse.

Jesse's hands come up and lightly touches Jennifer's tits.

"It's okay," I hear Jen say. "Go for it!"

Jess squeezes and massages Jennifer's tits, all the while with those twin mounds pressed against Jesse's cheeks.

Jesse goes to lick Jen's nipple.

"Not here, sweetheart. But we can in the back..."

The song ends and Jess looks at me with pleading eyes.

"Yes, we're going back there," I tell her.

Sasha escorts all three of us to the Champagne room. I already know the rates, they are fricking high. But this will be worth it. It will cost over a grand for an hour. But that includes drinks and tips to the bouncers so they will look the other way.

We get a very dark corner in a very dark room. I mean it's barely one-candle bright. Jen seats us at a love seat where Jesse and and I are close to each other. Jess has this dazed look in her eye. I remember that feeling when I was young and first went to a strip club. You're just, amazed that places like this exist, with such open sexuality. It stuns you at first.

I whisper to Jen that her tip depends on how much Jess like this hour. She nods, in complete understanding.

The drinks arrive, the hour begins.

Jennifer is amazing. Far sexier than she was out on the main floor. She began by unbuttoning Jesse's blouse completely. She slid her hands inside Jesse's blouse and rubbed her breasts. Jen took her time, going slow and gentle, not rushing things. My cock was a raging pillar of steel. Jen leaned in and kissed Jesse's neck, planting little kisses all over her exposed skin.

Finally, Jen reached around Jesse's back. Was she really going to do this? Yes! She did! She unhooked Jesse's bra.

Jesse looked at me with that an OH MY GOD face as Jen fondled Jesse's naked breasts. Jesse's head fell back on the couch, eyes shut in ecstacy. Her blouse fell open, I could see her tits. My sisters tits. They were similar to Jennifer's in size and her nipples were rock hard.

Jen motioned me closer. I could hear her say "Your brother is looking at your tits. I think he likes them." I nodded yes, affirmative, damn right. "He's going to touch them." I started reaching." but not yet. First, I'm going to lick your nipples. Is that ok?"

Jesse whimpered something, which seemed to be a yes. Jennifer dropped down so she was face-to-breast with my sister. She began suckling on a tit. Again, slowly, but firmly, her hands helping out with the suckling task. Jennifer sucked each tit for a long time, going back and forth.

Suddenly, Jennifer switched over to me. She got between my legs and rubbed her bare tits against my cock. Dragging her tits up my chest, into my face, she stopped with her nipple at my mouth. I drew her turgid nipple into my mouth, and a good bit of titflesh to go with it. My hands naturally caressed and fondled her breasts while her knee was in my crotch, rubbing against my cock.

Without warning, another set of hands were on my mine. I glanced over. Jesse had put her hands on mine as I rubbed Jennifer's tits. I was sucking Jennifer's left tit, the one closest to Jesse. I offered it to her.

"You want some?" She nodded her head vigorously.

I held it out for her.

Jess pounced on the nipple like it was going to get away from her. With both hands, she held on for dear life and sucked hard on poor Jennifer. I sucked her right tit, our mouths inches away from each other.

I let got of Jen's right tit, and started kissing the one Jesse was sucking on. Our cheeks touched as I nudged her out of the way.

"Hey bro, we can share."

Se we each kissed and tongued Jen's hard nipple in turn. Then, somebody, I forgot who, fouled up the rhythm and both our tongues hit Jen's nipple, and each other.

ZZZZZZTTTTTTT! It was like a lightning bolt went through my tongue.

We both pulled back, she felt it too. Then we both resumed, licking and kissing her tit and sometimes each other, in a sideways fashion. Somehow, Jen knew to stop rubbing my crotch with her knee, otherwise I would have cum right there in my pants.

Jen shifted around again. They actually aren't supposed to stay in one place too long, it's the rules. But we tipped well, and the rules were bent. Still, you had to play along a little bit. She went back to nuzzling and rubbing my sister's breasts.

I looked at Jess, she looked at me. I made the little 'come here' motion with my finger. She leaned in, and so did I.

Our lips touched. Our first kiss. Sweet Jesus on the cross.

My mind reeled at the thought of kissing Jesse. I pressed a little harder and so did she. Opening our mouths slightly, our tongues met and sparks flew again.

Jen looked up and saw this, reached over, took my hand, and placed it on Jesse's breast. Oh my god. I rolled her hard nipple between my thumb and fingers as I squeezed her luscious breast flesh. Good god.

"Hey, break it up, you two! This is my time!" You gotta love Jen, she's a hardworking gal. She went back to kissing Jesse on the neck, cheeks, chin, even her lips. Jess starting panting, quicker and faster. I saw the reason, Jen's left hand had disappeared up Jesse's skirt, Jess was getting finger fucked by this beautiful lady. I reached in there and held and squeezed Jesse's breast.

When Jess orgasmed, I had to clamp my hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming. We were all laughing as she tried not to yell bloody murder inside the strip club. Jen withdrew her hand. I could see it was wet with Jesse's pussy juices. She looked at me, I nodded, eagerly. I licked Jen's two fingers clean of all of my sister's juices.

Jesse pretty much collapsed after that. She leaned on me like a rag doll as Jen finished the last ten minutes teasing me with her gorgeous body. Jen wanted to rub me off, too. But I shook her off. I wanted to save that sperm for somebody else.

I tipped Jennifer another $200. She gave us her card and said to call her, we were fun people and she really wanted to party with us. I don't know if that meant on the clock or off...

We tidied up Jess but she could barely walk. She was suffering from some major post-orgasm-disorder.

Jess and I fell into the club's limo (hey, you tip a lot you get a free ride home) and kissed all the way back to our hotel.

We slammed the hotel door shut and jumped onto the bed nearest the door. God, it felt so good to hold her.

"What did you think, Jess?"

"Are you kidding me?" She laughed and banged me on the arm. "I was truly in like, 7th heaven or something. It was almost a blur."

"But, you came. You remember that..."

"Yeah, of course I remember that! I'm not stupid! Hey! did she give you her number?"

"Yep, got it right here. I don't know, though, if that's her home number or is it a business number. You know, maybe she's an escort or something."

"Wow, maybe you're right. I hope not. I want to call her."

"Go ahead, then." I said, feeling a little hurt. I started to get up.

"Not without you there silly! Remember? In Florida? You said we would stick together. That we'd always have each other. Well, Mr. Adams. I need you to stick with me. And... I need you to stick it to me..." She blushed a little at that last bit.

"Well, Ms. Adams. I will tell you that I'm on a hair trigger right now, Jen got me fired up also. So did you..."

"You don't think... Mom and Dad are watching, do you?"

"Naaah, they are still on the get-acquainted tour!"

I reached for her and pulled her close. Our passionate kiss lasting several minutes as we explored each other intimately.

"Babe," i said. "I need to see your tits again. You know I was holding them there in the club."

Jesse sat up and worked at her blouse and bra furiously. "I know, silly, that's why I was cumming so hard." throwing her garments on the floor, she hugged me, barechested.

Our kissing turned to nuzzling. I slid down lower on her, kissing the upper parts of her breasts, moving lower, down, down, there's a lot of flesh here. I reached her nipple and engulfed it in with my lips. Her nipple stretched and distended into my mouth. I tried to suck all the milk out of her. Too bad she didn't have any. Still, I tried, eagerly.

She pulled away from me. "You need to cum, don't you?"

"Yes. Yes I do! But watch it, that thing is liable to go off without any warning."

I had been hard since the club. I needed release. The tension was incredible.

Jess helped me out of my pants.

"Good God! That thing's enormous!" Well, she was being sweet.

She took it in her hands and playfully slapped her cheeks and face with it. She then pounced on it with her mouth. I could feel her hot lips on me as she slid the shaft deeper into her mouth. Her tongue applied pressure where it could as she went all the way down to the base, my cock fully inside my sister. She slowly slid back up and off. Looking at me, she asked if she was doing ok.

"Oh God don't stop," I moaned.

She grinned and put the death-drip on me with her hand as she sucked and stroked me.

"Careful Jess..."

She sped up and squeezed harder, her tongue mashing into that spot just beneath the mushroom cap.

"Oh Jess... Jess... Jess..."

I grimaced as the floodgates released and high-velocity sperm shot down her throat. Squirt after squirt into her mouth as she eased her grip on my cock, her mouth still covering me but some cum dripping out and back down my shaft.

Jesse rose up off of me, her stupendous tits swinging like watermelons, cum dripping down her chin. She swallowed the last bit of my cum still in her mouth.

"How was that? Not bad for an old lady?"

"Fucking great! Jess! Jesus Christ, girl!"

I pulled her to me and we hugged and kissed more. To be so close to someone, for so long, and to finally make the connection, it's almost too good.

"I can't believe this is happening," I said.

"Me too. You're ok, right?"

"I'm good. Definitely. My cock just needs about 10 minutes, though. Then, we will have some serious fucking."

"10 minutes?"

"Yeah. Is that a problem?"

"I have to wait 10 minutes just because your dick is soft?" Brothers and sisters, the sibling rivalry never stops.

"Ok fine. Look, if it makes you feel any better, I GUESS I could lick your pussy for a while." I made an unpleasant face.

"Oh, you're going to eat it all up, Little brother! And you're going to like it!"

She stood up and took off her skirt and g-string. Keeping her shoes on, she came up and straddled my face so that her dripping cunt was just inches from me. Her strong scent wafted over me like a blanket.

"Huh? How about that! You want it, don't you!"

"Jess," I said with all seriousness. "I want you so bad, I always have... even when we were mmmmph mmphhhmmp mphhmpm..." Well, her cunt got in the way of me finishing my sentence. Her hot lips landed on mine and I pretty much just munched on her dripping pussy as best as I could. Hot nectar flowed down the sides of my cheeks and down my throat as she rode my face like a bucking bronco. She finally settled into a rhythm of quick little rocks back and forth, rubbing her clit on my lips and nose. Looking up through her thighs, I could see her holding her tits, pulling on them, squeezing them hard.

"Quit staring and lick me harder!"

Oops, got caught daydreaming. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her harder to my face. Hot cum juices flowed around me as I tongued her deep hole.

"Steven... I'm falling! I'm going over!!"

Years ago, I had asked her what the female orgasm was like. She said it was like falling over the waterfall. You become weightless, you lose your breath, then you fall into a sea of pleasure. That's what she said.

Christ I got the waterfall don here, too, I thought. Creamy flavors literally oozed from her cunt as her body wracked with spasms. She moaned and yelled my name, just like she used to yell other guys names, only now it's my name.

She slid off, and crawled down to me and kissed me, oblivious of the fact that my face was only completely wet and juicy. She climbed over my body, straddling my once-again hard cock. Without breaking our kiss, she worked it up inside her still pulsing cunt.

How can I say this? How can I write this? When you finally couple with "The One"... when you connect with her on some other plane than this earthly one... your minds seem to meld together and you both drift down the river towards that waterfall...

I rolled us over so that now I was on top. Still clutching each other in a desperate embrace, we fucked in perfect rhythm and harmony. She rose to meet my thrust, no fumbling, no mis-communication, no misunderstandings, we were both so at ease and at home with each other.

I broke our minutes long kiss.

"Jessica, dear, I love you. Truly I do."

"You better, because I'm never letting go of you... my love."

We held each other tighter, not kissing because my head was buried in her neck as I increased our rhythm. Cock and cunt, working together... mutual understanding, mutual purpose, mutual love.

Panting, I tried to tell Jess I couldn't hold on anymore.

"... Jess... I'm... almost..."

"Do it..." she panted back. "I'm with you... give me your cum... please... give it to me... Steven..."

She screamed with pleasure as I burst inside her tight pussy walls. Her pussy tightly gripped my cock as we both went over the waterfall together...

... falling...

... falling...

... crashing on the rocks... our bodies spent of all energy. All that remained was raw emotion. The finding of ourselves, in love with each other, the death of our parents, the new sexual experiences... Jesse cried in disbelief at everything and I was misty-eyed, too. We laughed and cried at the same time. Clutching each other, we eventually drifted off to sleep...