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second orgasm swept over me. With another hard thrust he buried himself deeply, the head of his cock hard against my cervix.

"Mine," he growled, his cock swelling and twitching as he erupted inside me.

For a long moment we simply laid there, heartbeats and breathing settling gradually, his hands absentmindedly tracing designs on my skin. After a few minutes he unsnapped my cuffs, pulling me in a loose embrace. I sighed softly, feeling sleepy and content, but not quite able to cover the rumblings of my stomach.

I felt his chuckle more than I heard it. "Is that a hint?"

"You are the one who cooked all that delicious-smelling food earlier." And besides, it had been a long time since lunch. I was justifiably starving.

"Well, let's feed you little girl." He stood, tossing my robe to the bed before rummaging for his jeans. "You'll need your strength for the things I have planned for you." i n c e s t

 

It all started with a lap dance.

My buddy Charlie had been bugging me every day for the last two weeks to head out for a night on the town with him.

 

I'd just gotten out of a relationship a month ago and Charlie had taken it upon himself to, as he put it, "help me transition out of the doldrums of monogamy and into the sheer awesome joy of swinging bachelor bliss." Charlie's kind of an idiot.

 

But he was right about one thing. It was time to stop moping around. So, I put on a nice shirt, ran a comb through my hair, and headed out for a night of bachelor bliss.

Now I just assumed that we'd hit up one of the bars in town and flirt with drunk girls, but as Charlie shifted into park, the large neon sign that read "Centerfold" told me that he had a different plan in mind. I was a little reluctant, but Charlie told me that he'd chosen this place especially for me. "Dan," he said. "These women are gorgeous. They are naked. And they are here to dance, for us. For you and me Danny-boy. The least we can do is watch."

Made sense to me, so I followed him in. We got a couple of drinks and some bills from the bar and took a booth close to the stage. Every seat up front was filled, so I figured we'd chill for a while until we got a chance at the stage. "Noelle" was announced over the loudspeaker, and I turned around to see if this place was worth the cover charge.

It was. This girl was nothing short of a goddess. Even in the dim light and haze of the crowded club I could make out her sleek blonde hair, her full ripe breasts, her tight flat stomach, and her plump, but firm ass. She was a very enthusiastic dancer too, working the pole like an acrobat, writhing and thrusting on stage as eager patrons dropped dollar after dollar on the stage. Unfortunately, about half-way through the last song of the set, I felt the beers I'd downed earlier that evening catch up to me and I darted to the bathroom.

I cursed my now empty bladder as I walked out of the crowded bathroom, hoping that the set I'd just seen wasn't Noelle's last for the night. Charlie was there to meet me as I opened the door.

"Dude," he said grinning. "I am officially the best friend you've ever hand. That girl you were drooling over before you took off. You are getting a dance from her, right now. You can thank me later."

"What about you?" I asked.

"This half-Asian chick asked me for a dance while you were in the can. I've got this thing for half-Asian chicks."

"Cool, whatever. Let's go."

We hurried to the back of the club as the next dancer finished her set. We paid the bouncer and each of us took a seat in a pair of plush leather chairs. Charlie gave me a thumbs up as his half-Asian stripper made his way to his chair. I clapped my knees in anticipation as Noelle turned the corner, but as she got closer, the look on my face turned to something other than anticipation. You see, as she came face to face with me, I finally got to see her face, and I was shocked to realize that I knew this woman.

It was my sister, Courtney.

We blinked at each other for a few seconds. She didn't seem to know what to do any more than I did. She glanced furtively at the bouncer, who nodded. I glanced furtively at Charlie, who also nodded. We look back at each other, both realizing that there wasn't a way out of this that didn't involve a lot of explaining. She straddled me, her full, bare breasts pressing into me as she leaned into me.

"We'll talk later, ok?" she whispered as she untied her top.

"Sure," I breathed hoarsely as it slid off of her breasts.

The music kicked on. I don't remember what song, but it started out slow. Courtney swayed slowly back and forth, arching her back, causing her breasts to heave up and down as she breathed. As the music picked up, she turned around, grinding her ass hard against my cock, which was rock hard, incest be damned.

 

As she thrusted against me, I placed my hand awkwardly at her waist, fighting the urge to grasp something lower. Before I knew it, she spun around again, pushing herself further up. Her breasts dangled inches from my face. I could make out the specks of glitter that adorned her nipples, which stood erect.

Courtney drove her pelvis into mine, effectively dry humping me. She arched her back again, looking me straight in the eye, and then she leaned forward, making her nipple graze my lips and cheek. If I hadn't known any better, I would have sworn that she did that on purpose.

 

As she continued to massage my cock through my jeans, it dawned on me that only a few layers of cloth were keeping me from fucking my big sister. Worst of all, I knew that I didn't want it to end, especially when she grasped my hands and drew them up to the swell of her beautiful breasts.

Eventually, it did. As the song faded out, Courtney withdrew from my lap. Beads of sweat glistened her neck and cleavage, and I was pretty sure that she was panting slightly, though I could barely hear over the sound of my own heartbeat. She smiled slightly, picked up her top and walked away quickly. I staggered out of the chair, barely managing to return the high five that Charlie eagerly awaited.

I had just gotten a lap dance from my older sister. Half-sister technically; we had different fathers. I was still trying to process this, but to Charlie, the night was still young. Some seats opened up at the stage and we sat down in a couple on the side. He was nice enough to smack me over the head as a reminder to get my singles out for the next set.

Of course, "Noelle" was the next girl to take the stage. I got what I wished for anyway. Courtney came out in a cowgirl outfit, complete with hat, boots, and frills. She saw me right away, so I expected her to avoid our side like the plague.

 

Instead, a few pole tricks later, her little pink cowgirl hat was on my head and her pussy was in my face. I couldn't understand it. We didn't tip any better than anyone else at the stage. She made a show of moving around the stage, but she spent the overwhelming majority of her time on our side.

We stayed for a few more sets after that, but I was afraid that if Courtney took the stage again I would need some paper towels. I talked Charlie into bailing and we made our way to the car. Charlie was way too hammered to drive, so he passed the keys to me. Watching my sister dance had left me sober as a judge.

I let Charlie crash on my couch. I didn't think there was any way I'd be able to fall asleep at that point, but it was one in the morning by the time we got to my apartment. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out.

Not that I slept all that well. Every time I went to sleep I'd hear Courtney screaming in delight as I plunged deeper into her, fucking her like it was the only thing that mattered in the world. I'd wake up in a clammy sweat each time, sickened and ashamed that I wanted nothing more than to screw my own sister.

By the time the next morning came around, I felt like I'd been hit by a train. Charlie on the other hand was in a great mood. He handed me a cup of coffee, grinning like a fool.

"So," he asked slowly. "Did you have a good time?"

"Uh huh," I grunted.

"Do anything crazy?" he asked slyly.

I was starting to get suspicious. Charlie was with me pretty much the whole time. What could he be alluding to? "Like what?" I asked.

"Oh I don't know," he said smugly. "Maybe, get a lap dance from your sister?" He proudly held up the picture of me and Courtney that normally hung on my living room wall.

My stomach dropped. "You knew, the whole time?" I asked, my hands shaking.

"Of course dude. I told you I picked out this place just for you," he said, smiling triumphantly.

"What! How? Why? Dude!?" I sputtered.

"March 25th, 2007. I looked at this picture and said, 'Danny-boy, are you hitting that? This girl is unbelievable.' You said, 'Dude, that's my sister.' I said, 'Sister or not, that girl is fucking gorgeous. Please tell me you've at least seen her naked.' You said, 'Of course not, don't be gross.' I said, 'Oh get off our high horse. I'll bet you twenty bucks that if you had the opportunity to see her naked, you'd take it.' You said, 'Yeah, sure. Whatever Charlie.' Booyah!" Charlie exclaimed with fervent energy.

"You tricked me into getting a lap dance from my sister just to win a bet!?" I yelled incredulously.

"Yep. By the way, you owe me twenty bucks, " he replied calmly.

"The lap dance cost twenty bucks!" I screamed.

"And it was the best twenty bucks I ever spent. Or you ever spent, I guess," he said, laughing.

I was fuming. Charlie had played his fair share of practical jokes over the years. Hell, I'd even helped with a few of them, but this one took the cake. He must have sensed my fury, or at least noticed the blood vessel that was throbbing in my temple,

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