'Jesus, I wonder if Beth makes her money that way?!' Jim couldn't believe his sister would sell herself like that…but he'd never have thought she'd even strip.
On the stage, Elizabeth pulled off her bikini top, kicked it into the crowd and cupped her adorable tits proudly. His sister had long fucking nipples; maybe an inch and a half long. And she knew how to use them.
As he watched, she began twirling them with her fingers, her face swimming with pretended ardor as she leaned back against the pole. Several tables down front broke into cheers, the business men loving every minute of it.
"Mmmmmm, I love her nips." Julie said hotly as her hand slid back over the lump in his pants. "Oooooo, I'd swear you're getting harder. Poor baby, does your sister excite you, too?"
"No!" Jim protested quickly. "She's my sister, for Christssake!"
"So?….Your sister is a prime piece of ass. Shit, there's thousands upon thousands upon thousands of boys fucking their butt-ugly sisters in this country alone and you're going to tell me you wouldn't like to get it on with Liz?!" She made it sound almost conceivable; Jim knew it wasn't.
He'd grown up with Elizabeth. They'd shared too much as brother and sister to take the kind of leap that Julie was…what?…advocating?
"You may be right," Jim gave her, "but I'm not like that." He wished he could be more persuasive but Julie got off the subject.
"Watch this!" she said and Jim focused again on Elizabeth as she untied seductively the knots on her thong bottom. To continued catcalls, his sister began using the thong like dental floss, pulling the flimsy material back and forth between her legs. Jim, even from the back of the room, could see some of his sister's dark pubic patch on either slide of the sliding material.
'Look at her! God, she's so… so slutty!' Jim marveled to himself. 'It looks like she's really enjoying herself…stripping in front of a room full of strangers…OK, let me see it, Sis! Let us all see it.'
Beth did let them all see. She released the thong in the back and whipped it up to her face as she spread her legs wide. She lewdly sniffed the bottoms before casting them off to an appreciative table. Then she began moving around the stage; falling to her knees with her legs open as men stood up to get a closer look or crawling on her hands and knees and offering a backdoor view of her sex.
Jim felt weirdest viewing his sister's most intimate area. He, like everyone else, got a good view of his sister's neatly-trimmed dark muff. And like everyone else he was wondering what it would be like to tongue it or fuck it, God help him.
Beside him, unknown to him, Julie watched his face, not Elizabeth.
Jim struggled to fit the key in the door of the apartment as Julie pressed her tits into his back and slid her hands down the front of his jeans.
"Having trouble putting it in?" she teased him as he finally found the mark and opened the door.
"You won't be saying that in a few minutes," he countered as he ushered her in and closed the door. He hoped maybe it would come true. He'd tried to feel Julie up in the cab back to the apartment but she'd always moved his hands to her tits…she really liked to have her tits squeezed.
"Have a seat, Romeo," Julie said as she sauntered into the kitchen. Jim fell onto the couch and kicked off his sneakers. Julie soon returned with a frosty looking bottle and some small glasses.
She sat on the couch next to him, turning her body and laying her long right leg across his thighs as she handed him a glass.
"Ever had a shooter?" she asked. "Iced vodka?"
"No, but I'll try anything once," Jim promised as she poured an inch of the clear liquid into his glass. His left hand dropped onto her leg and began stroking it as she poured herself a similar portion.
Julie placed the bottle on the coffee table and they clinked their glasses together.
"No sipping these." Julie said as she tilted her head back and threw the drink down her throat. Jim did the same, enjoying the cold nature of the shot.
"Good job! I'll make a man out of you yet." Julie teased. She was always digging at him.
Jim chose just to smile as he ran his hand slowly up her inner thigh, up past the bottom of her dress.
"Hey! What did I tell you?!" Julie said as she swung her leg off him and stood up. "I told you no touching my pussy, didn't I?" she sounded truly angry.
'Great, way to go, hormone boy! Way to fuck things up!' Jim berated himself silently.
"Look, Julie, I'm sorry… I just wanted to make you feel good. Most girls like it…"
Julie seemed to calm down. "All right. Look, it's not you… I made this vow that no man would ever again touch me there… all you got to do is promise to keep your hands off this particular area of my body and you and I will get along just fine."
"Deal. Now come on and sit back down."
Julie gave him that evil smile and sat back down, again throwing her leg over his. "Now where were we?" she said as she placed her hand on his crotch and began rubbing.
"I think…" Jim said as he hooked a finger in the top of her dress and pulled it down, exposing more of olive-hewed breasts, "…we were about to get naked and do what boys and girls will do!"
"Mmmmm, that sounds good… but being naked is so ordinary… you wait here, I'm going to slip into something that I think you'll like." Julie gave him a big wet kiss and headed for her bedroom. At the door, she turned and said, "When I call you, come on in. And I don't want those clothes on you."
"Oh, yes, maam." Jim said to his thirtysomething seductress and she slid through the door and closed it behind her.
Jim leaped up off the couch, made a boxing uppercut motion to express his derilious state of excitement and headed into his bedroom.
He pulled off his shirt and went into the bathroom to brush his hair back into place as he unbuttoned and shucked his jeans off.
"Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy…oh you lucky motherfucker." He pulled off his underwear and began massaging his dick, wanting it to look as big as it could without being erect. He didn't want to appear to excited. Grabbing a washcloth, he swabbed off his member with some hot water and did his armpits just to be safe and then toweled both areas dry. Quick squirt of deodorant and into his bedroom again. Dropping to the floor, he did 10 pushups, enjoying the way his muscles tightened up.
Back out into the livingroom, her bedroom door still closed, locked the front door even though his sister wasn't supposed to get off until midnight and it's only 10:45.
Have another drink, hand keeping some blood in the old dick, feeling stupid standing naked in the livingroom especially since someone in a higher building might be able to see through the glass doors in the dining area. Think about Julie, think about that Penthouse body and that Hustler outlook on life…it doesn't get any better than this!
"Jimmmmm! I'm readddyyy!"
'Play it cool, man… she's just another girl… she wants it worse than you do…" Jim psyched himself as he walked over to the door. Putting on his sexiest smile, he turned the knob and leaned in the bedroom. And about died.
Chapter 7
Julie was standing by her bed, hands on her hips, and she was wearing a black leather outfit.
Black stiletto heels that made her look seven feet tall, shiny pants that started just above her ankles and disappeared under a short black skirt. Her midriff was bare, showcasing a tight stomach.
The leather top was a series of leather straps which crisscrossed her huge silicone tits in a number of diamond shapes. The straps connected to a collar around her neck and a wide band that wrapped around her torso just below her orbulent breasts. The top called attention to how big her tits were; squeezing them together and pushing them out. Julie's small pink nipples and areola were exposed; they looked way too small for the mountains of titflesh that she sported.