Siblings who actually get along... really well (closed for NightOwl55)

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I (Matt) stood in front of my mirror, half dressed in a pair of jeans and socks; no underwear. It's my 18th birthday and my friends decided to take me to a bar that didn't card anyone, yet. After getting super blah blazo at the bar off free birthday shots, the plan was to go to a strip club to celebrate turning legal. 'I should be able to get maximum feeling without the extra layer of underwear,' I thought as I did some curls, making my biceps bulge and pecs pop.

I'm an ordinary guy in an ordinary town. I'm not one of the very popular kids but not one of the tier 3 people either. Everyone knows me and everyone likes me. If I do say so myself, I'm pretty good looking, standing 5' 8 155 lbs, short brown hair and brown eyes. I work out and stay in shape through some mixed martial arts classes a few times a week. And I have a pretty big sausage. So that's really a nice ego boost.

What makes me even more popular is my sister Audrey. We're fraternal twins who aren't in the same grade. She was born 11:57 pm and I was born 12:03 am the following day, just missing that weird cut off date for kids to start school. As far as I know, we are the only twins in different grades. Ever. In the history of the world.

Me and my sister aren't extremely close but we always got along well. We rarely fight. We never had the same group of friends being in different grades, which was a positive for me because I got to meet twice as many girls. On the other hand, she got to meet twice as many guys, which for an overprotective brother isn't much fun. Come to think of it, I didn't date any of her girl friends, so maybe that belongs on the negative side. Hm...

I did a few more reps, finishing my work on my "glamour muscles" as I call them. (That's 18 for you. Young, dumb, and full of... well. Maybe not after tonight.)

I grabbed one of those popular over priced designer t-shirts and headed downstairs where Audrey was laying on the couch texting away.

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It had been a long day, but I (Audrey) still had to work this evening. It wasn't a bad job..Most people wouldn't approve, but it paid well and made me feel good. Most wouldn't feel good about being a stripper, but it made me feel sexy and desirable. Two things girls love to be. I had never had problems getting guys, though; between my friends and my brother's friends, I had had plenty of boyfriends in the past few years. Most had been casual flings, only a few turning into real relationships. Either way, I can get pretty much any guy I want. My petite body is toned from years of playing soccer and I'm one of those girls who spends time getting ready in the morning. Hair straigtened, make-up, designer clothes, the whole nine yards.

I only had two hours until work, but I was enjoying my time to relax. Still wearing my jeans and hoodie from school today, I was sprawled out on the couch, remote in one hand and cell phone in the other. Some random commercial was on as I texted my best friend, planning our weekend. My birthday was yesterday and they wanted to throw me a party to celebrate, so they were running the guest list by me. As I sent a text, I glanced up to see my twin brother coming downstairs. He was dressed nicer than usual.

"What birthday celebrations do your friends have in store for you tonight?" I asked with a smile, slightly jealous that his birthday had landed on a Friday. Sure, they were twins, but six minutes apart. Six minutes that happened to fall on two different days. Because of that, their birthdays were celebrated on different dates. It was nice, actually, because most twins had to share their birthdays. They each had a day to themselves.

I glanced at the clock on my cell phone, making a mental note I had to get ready soon. It always took me a decent amount of time to get ready for work.

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"We're going to Maggie O's. Oh we, oh we, oh," Matt replied, adding a morris day and the time impression. "They don't card anyone yet... or lately anyway." I wasn't about to tell my sister I was going to a strip club. Even if it was a fancy gentleman's club. Not one of those places where you're eatin a chicken fried steak with a girl dancing over the plate... salad bar in the corner.

Me and Audrey always kept our talks about the opposite sex PG rated. Maybe PG13 if she ever yelled about her monthly cycles. "What about you? Where are you going tonight? Any plans? It's Friday and you usually are all dolled up by now."

I checked my pockets for my wallet, keys, and cell and asked, "Do you like this shirt, by the way?" I asked her, not usually wearing form fitting shirts. It felt weird since I was usually a t-shirt and jeans/cargo shorts guy. I did like how it accentuated my glamour muscles though.

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I smiled, knowing the bar well since I had visited on several occasions. My friends and I liked to party, many of which included drinking. I knew what my favorite drinks were, and I could always get a few more into me every time without getting completely wasted.

"I have to work tonight, but tomorrow my friends and I are partying it up." No one, except my best friend who had got me the job, knew what I did to make money. I had told my family and friends that I worked in a stock room of a small business in the next town. My boss easily fabricated my paychecks and my hours matched those of someone who actually worked in a stock room. Not that anyone wouldn't believe me.

My eyes scanned his body. "If you dressed like that more often, you may get more girls." I replied with a grin, answering a text from my friend as my phone vibrated. She was going on and on about a guy she knew who liked me who wanted to hook up with me at my party. I probably would, too, after a few drinks.

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"I'll take that into consideration." With that, my cell buzzed in my pocket and I knew my ride was outside. "I'm taking off. Have fun at work Audrey," I told her, in a non rubbing work in her face on a Friday night way.

We all went to the bar and got in no problem. The vodka flowed like wine. It was nothing but free drinks for me which made it totally awesome. I was pretty drunk when we left to go to the strip club. I had a bunch of cash on me and I knew my wallet would just be spittin out bills all night. So there goes the birthday money.

We got there fairly early which explained the emptiness of the place. From what people told me, the later it got, the more crowded and more workers showed up. We all took a seat at the stage. The three amigos. Amigos with libidos. Sure enough as soon as we sat down the old broads flocked to us, asking if we wanted a dance, and moving on to the next person as we began to say the word "no", paying no attention to us whatsoever.

"These girls know nothing about sales," I said to my buddy. Before I knew it, my friend Ryan was in the back room getting a dance from an average looking girl. Literally within 2 minutes he was being escorted out by two huge bouncers.

"Dude... what the fuck?!" I asked. Me and Jim walked over to find out what happened. The large gentlemen said he broke the rules. We both looked at Ryan all confused. "I grabbed her pussy." We both looked down and shook our heads in embarrassment. "You gotta be kidding me man."

"He can't hang around outside all night," the bouncer said. Jim finally agreed to drop him off home and come back. It was a downer on the night to say the least.

'Nothing like an 18 yr old kid alone at a strip club. That looks really good,' I thought. I felt so embarrassed and out of place.

About 15 or 20 minutes went by as I sat at the stage, alone. At least people were starting to show up. I handed a few crisp one dollar bills out to the girls on the stage, which seemed like paying a dollar to watch a softcore cinemax tv show, and then had some rub my shoulders as they came and propositioned me for a dance. Then came the familiar buzz of my cell phone. 'Ah. More good news.' The text read... "Mom says 2 drunk 2 drive. wont let me out. sorry."

'Nothing like walking home along the highway with a boner.' I thought to myself. I figured I'd stay a little while longer and blow some money to cheer myself up. There was a new group of girls that walked out of the back room, making their way along the wall, moving from one guy to the next. The good thing about this place was the girls were mostly local. Local like, " Hey! Jamie! From 6th grade social studies right!"

The new wave of girls were all really cute and had incredible bodies, so I hoped for the best. Maybe I would run into someone from my social studies class. That would be awesome.

[NightOwl55]

After showering and shaving, I started getting ready. I stood naked in front of my floorlength mirror as I applied make-up, not too heavy but heavier than I wore it on a normal day. Bronzer wasn't needed today as I had gone tanning yesterday, although I was lucky that it looked natural rather than fake. I dried and straightened my hair, smoothing some leave-in conditioner through it. Digging through my drawers, I chose my black lace and red silk push-up bra with matching boyshorts. Once on, I adjusted my breasts in the bra, knowing my 36B breasts were perky enough to not need a push-up bra, but loving to wear one anyway. Tossing my heels into my bag with my wallet and make-up bag, I pulled sweats and a hoodie on over my lingerie and slid my feet into flip flops.

Once I had arrived at the club, I parked behind the building and wandered into the back hall. I clocked in before I entered the dressing room, where other girls were either getting ready or shedding their layers of make-up to go home. Undressing down to my bra and boyshorts, I strapped on my heels and fixed my make-up in the bright lights around the mirror. I loved Friday nights, mainly because we were always busy, which meant a lot of extra money.

The club was packed tight, but way was quickly made for me as I wove my way through the drooling men. I had learned to target the younger men who normally came drunk with money to spend. Although I legally could have only been hired yesterday, my boss had hired me at seventeen. I was one of his top money makers the first night I worked, so he worked me as often as he could. I didn't mind. I got male attention and made more money in one night than some of my friends did in a week.

A few guys waved money at me, but I approached a guy who looked to be in his twenties, attractive and definitely buzzed. I gave him my seductive smile as he tucked the money in my boyshorts. Sometimes it was hard to practice self control, but we were given strict rules to how much contact was allowed between us and our customers. Most of the time it was great, especially when I was forced to entertain creeps, but for men like this, I wanted nothing more than to be all over him. Ah, well, you win some and you lose some. Soon I found myself in a back room with this handsome man, his eyes pouring over my body in the darkened room.

As I left the room later, I knew this would probably be my best customer of the night. Apparently he had money to spend and had no problem shoving more bills at me to prolong his entertainment. I eventually had to depart, leaving him rock hard in his drunked haze. Tucking my money in my cash box behind the bar, I wandered back into the crowd of horny men.

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I moved from the stage over to the wall, tired of handing out dollar bills every 10 seconds. I sat there watching the girls work their way towards me from different directions, flirting with the other patrons. Some disappeared with a girl to one of the various back rooms, led by the hand.

"Want a dance?" a girl asked me. She was cute. Her name was Sasha, so she said, obviously a stage name. I told her later on definitely. I also asked her what the difference was between the back rooms. Sasha informed me that the one with the bouncers standing in it, where my friend grabbed a cunny, was the regular $20 room. No touching. You just sit there and let her grind on you for 3-5 minutes. The other was a hundred bucks for a half hour where you got some privacy and were allowed to touch anything aside from the coontz, the breastesses, and inside the booty crack.

Sasha looked hopeful that I would partake in one of the two options with her, but eventually said she'd come back later.

I continued to look around the room deciding who to say yes to. There was one girl a few seats down, her back facing me. She was amazing looking, at least from behind. She was a petite girl with possibly the best ass I had seen in a long time. She had on black heels that accentuated her athletic toned legs. They were fully toned, almost like a swimmers. Her skimpy black boyshorts let a good portion of the bottom of her ass cheeks hang out. From what I could see she had a tattoo on her lower back.. With the lights dimmed and flashing, it was hard to make out the tramp stamp image. The closer she got to me, I could see the color of her auburn hair, hanging down to about bra strap level.

"Yeah, definitely her... as long as the face is good," I mumbled to myself.

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As I wandered through the chairs, someone pulled me onto the arm of their chair. I kindly removed the gentleman's hands from my waist and excused myself, never giving attention to men who were rude or inappropriate. I was waved down by a man who looked like he was in his thirties, a ten dollar bill in his hand. We chatted for a while, his eyes locked on my clevage and legs. He asked for a kiss on the lips, but settled for one on the cheek. As I leaned close, he tucked the money between my breasts. Smiling, I tucked it into my shorts to deposit later.

I continued down the line of men, accepting their money as their eyes were glued to my body. One guy who was maybe about fifty-ish pulled five twenties from his wallet and I escorted him to one of the back rooms. Although he was older than my normal customers, I didn't feel completely creeped out. The room was darker than the others, containing a plush red couch. He introduced himself as Steve and sat on the couch, waiting for me to join. I sat sideways and laid my legs across his lap, letting his hands slide up my smooth skin. I had seen him before, so I knew he knew the rules. Touching was allowed, but not under clothes. I could touch him if I wanted, but was not required to. I could stop it whenever I wanted. We casually chatted as his hands perused my body, feeling my ass and breasts through my clothes. I could feel myself getting turned on, but I knew nothing would be happening with this guy. Only once had I ever done anything with someone in this room, and it probably wouldn't be happening any time soon. I could feel the man's touches growing more wanting after a while, his caresses and groping more intimate. I slowly pulled myself away from the man, who politely knew his time was up. He slipped me an extra $30 in my shorts, patting my covered pussy with a wink.

I exited the room a lot more turned on than I had been, but I always seemed to preform better than way. Some of the customers had cleared out, but it was still a busy Friday evening. I followed my same path as earlier, receiving a few more bills from men I had previously passed.

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I felt a hand slide up my leg as I looked to my left, waiting for my brunette mystery girl to come out from the back room. It was actually getting annoying, almost like waiting in line for the DMV. Hopefully, this girl would speak english and not say, "You need your birth certificate. Come back later." All I wanted was for her to make her way to me so I could give her all my money.

Sasha was back, sneaking up on my right side, the side opposite of where I was looking. Her black tipped fingernails gently scratched over my thigh, working their way towards my crotch. "So what do you say? Wanna go have some fun Matt?" she asked softly in my ear, nuzzling her nose against it. I could feel her warm breath on my neck and I instantly felt my cock grow along my thigh, the head pushing against her fingers. The drunkenness I was feeling made it even better. I rarely drank so this case of the shitfaces was making me feel really relaxed.

"How about in a few minutes?" I asked her. "I'm waiting for a call. My friends were the ones who got kicked out earlier." I surely wasn't waiting for a call. I just didn't want to miss out on the hotter girl. I could always get Sasha back later. And don't call me Shirley.

As I conversed with my new lady friend, I felt a push on my other thigh. The stripper I had been leering at for the last half hour stretched her leg up over mine, straddling my thigh. I looked to see who it was and my mouth fucking dropped open.

"Oh my God," I gasped inaudibly. My heart was thumping like crazy and I couldn't breathe.

My sister pushed her knee up into my crotch, sliding her hand up over my pectoral muscle, still looking at the guy next to me, laughing as she finished her conversation with her.

All I could do is stare at my sister Audrey in waiting for her to recognize me. Time stood still. I just blankly stared at her, not even noticing that Sasha had walked away. My sister's thigh pushed against my erection as she took a $5 bill from the older guy next to me. I could feel her squeezing my leg like a thigh master, squishing my cock between her thigh and mine.

"Mmmmm. Hey ther..." she started to say.

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An older gentleman coaxed me towards him with his eyes and I obliged, spotting a younger looking man next to him. I could just happen to move my way from one to the next. Approaching the older man, he slipped some money in my boyshorts and I playfully sat on his lap as he talked to me, more for himself than a conversation. He tucked a few more bills in my bra as I pecked a kiss on his cheek, my body slowly moving onto the lap of the next guy. My hips slowly straddled his leg and I could feel his erection against my thigh. I playfully flirted with the older gentleman as he slipped me another five, before turning to the guy I was currently straddling. "Hey there..."

My body froze. I was staring into my own eyes, only they were in the head of my twin brother. Part of my brain was telling me to scream and run away, but another part of me had be frozen on his lap, feeling his warm breath against my face, his muscles beneath my hands, his erection against my leg.

What was I supposed to do now? My secret was out. And of course, my brother had to find out by me climbing on top of him wearing barely anything. Although he was my brother, I was supposed to act like I didn't know anyone who came in. Customer confidentiality. I decided to play along that line. "May I interest you in one of our services?" I asked seductively, trying to push the thought out of my head that this was my brother.

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"I won't tell." I blurted out. Audrey and I just stared at one another. I could tell she tried to keep her cool. This was where she worked after all. I on the other hand was freaking out. I didn't want her to think I was some perv, but then again what fresh 18 year old guy doesn't run to a strip club.

The odd thing was that my cock didn't shrivel up. I actually felt it throb against my leg. I didn't know what to say. She was my sister. I tried to quickly reason it's because Sasha got me hard and I was drunk... and I hadn't been touched in a long time. I looked over at the bouncer in the corner who was looking over at is. Judging from my sister's face, I think he knew something was up. I prayed he didn't come over to throw me an ass whooping.

Aud turned around and looked at him giving an approving face, letting him send his attention elsewhere.

"May I interest you in one of our services?" she asked me again. I felt her hand slide up my shoulder and across the back of my neck, her fingertips gently scratching my hairline. Audrey leaned in close to me. "Please just say yes. We'll go in the private room and talk about this," she said in my ear as quietly as she could over the loud music.

She backed away and raised her eyebrows in a curious look, almost visually pleading with me to go talk this out. I know if I didn't say anything about it, the anticipation would tear me apart. I had no patience. I wanted everything right now with no procrastination BS. Better to just get it out of the way. "Please?" she silently mouthed. The longer I waited to reply, the more worried she looked.

Audrey didn't stop gently scratching my neck with her nails. I felt all the hair on my arms stand up and I got a wicked case of the goose bumps. "...Okay." With that, my sister gently took my hand and interlocked her fingers around mine, leading me to the back private room.

'I seriously don't know if I'm going to have to pay for this...'

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Once we were in the room, I kindly convinved the bouncers to leave the room. Luckily we had that option, because I wasn't about to have this conversation with my brother in front of two strangers. Once it was just the two of us in the dark room, I didn't know what to say. All I knew is that I owed an explanation, which I wasn't going to make him ask for.

"Before you ask, I've been working here for ten months now. My friend worked here and confided in me. She convinced me to audition and I landed a job that night. Sure, I wasn't supposed to be hired until I was eighteen, but I agreed not to tell if my boss didn't. The pay here is beyond amazing..I make more in one night than I would in a week at any other job. I've kept most of it in a separate bank account so mom and dad don't question where I'm getting all of this money from. I have enough now to pay for at least four semesters of college."

As I spoke, I began to pull the money that was collecting in my boyshorts. I easily had over $600 on my person, not counting the rest of the money I had made that evening, and the money I had yet to make. My boss got a nice percentage, but most of it was mine to take home. I cashed it in every evening and received a paycheck every two weeks. Once I stop working here, I don't think I'll ever see paychecks for that much again.

Sitting on the red couch, I waited for a response. It was a lot to take in, I'd imagine.

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"...Did you practice that speech?" I asked. She just blurted it all out in almost one long breath. "Thank God Jim and Ryan aren't here." I was so happy my friends weren't there to make jokes or be rude to her. They also had big mouths and I didn't want my sisters business being everyone else's business.

Audrey didn't say anything. She just stood in front of me hovering over my knees as I sat on the red sofa.

"I'm not gonna say anything. I promise."

"Thank God. Thank you so much," my sister said as relief washed over her face. I had so many questions. I didn't know what to ask first. I also didn't know if this was the place for it. I watched Audrey pull the front of her boyshorts down and stick the wad of cash inside it.

"Can you sit down?" I asked her. She was hovering over me like she was about to sit on my lap.

"Yeah," she replied as she sat down next to me, her leg crossed over the other, turning to face me.

"You... you don't do anything... right?" I asked her. "They don't make you like..."

"Oh no!. God no!" Audrey snapped back. I took a deep breath of relief.

"Good."

Just then another girl and guy walked in and sat down on the couch that was next to us. The two of them looked at us like, "What are they doing? Just talking?"

"Aud, looks like you got yourself a nice young stud. You know he doesn't want to talk hun," she said. She was older and I had seen her around town. Everyone knew she was a stripper for a number of years. "Earn that money girl!"

Audrey looked at me and we both hesitated. "You don't have to...," she whispered to me. She was afraid to make me feel uncomfortable and ruin our relationship if I was forced to go along with the bit. The least thing either of us wanted was to feel awkward around one another and never speak again. It'd ruin our family.

"It's okay Audrey," I said, my voice trailing off at the end of the sentence.

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Relief. That's all that I felt when he promised to keep my secret. Just as I thought we could exit, faking faces of pleasure (him sexual, me financial), two more people entered the room. It was rare that two couples would be in the same room together, but it was busier than usual tonight. Plus, the men were so caught up with the girls that they never noticed, and for the girls it was just business.

The girl, Karen, knew I didn't need coaxing. I was the top money maker the nights I worked and easily a favorite of returning customers. Hopefully she wouldn't think too much into this situation. Knowing I had to do something or risk questions being asked, I slowly straddled my brother's lap, my arms drapping over his shoulders loosely. My hips began to grind against his and I could feel his hardness beneath me. I was blocking from my mind that fact that he was my brother, pretending he was just another paying customer. My nails played with the hair on his neck, my eyes locked on his. Just like any other customer.

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I tried to look in every direction other than my sister's eyes. It felt so good having her grind on me, playing with my neck at the same time. It was so wrong. I tried with all my might to forget it was her. I gulped as my sister started to gyrate her hips over my erection harder, almost purposely trying to snap me back into reality. My hands gripped the leather seat cushion as she rocked back and forth over my lap.

Out of my peripherals I could see her not taking her eyes off my face. She probably didn't want to look disinterested to any other guys around us, keeping her from making more money from them. So she worked it. She worked it hard.

"Uhhnn," I sighed as I felt her run her nails along the back of my neck. My eyes closed and my head hit the backrest of the sofa. After a minute my cock slid off the top of my thigh and fell between my legs. 'Maybe it won't be as awkward now,' I thought.

Audrey leaned in towards me, her perky tits pressed against my shirt. I felt her cheek press on mine. "Do you wanna adjust it Matt?" she asked me, backing her head up a few inches to look at me.

"Adjust it?"

She leaned closer into me. "Your... cock... I'm sorry. Habit." Apparently she let people reposition their dicks for maximum grindage. "I'm sorry I shoul..."

I stopped her mid sentence by reaching my hand to my lap. She looked down at my crotch as I pulled my throbbing erection up back on top of my thigh. It looked like a flashlight in my jeans. An 8.5 inch flashlight. Audrey bit her lip as she stared at it for a moment, then scooted her body up closer to me again, her crotch up against my stomach.

My sister continued to work her fingers over my neck as she dry humped me on the couch. My breathing was ragged. My chest heaved up and down and I gasped repeatedly. I kept swallowing invisible lumps of air. It felt so fucking good.

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It was so wrong, but it felt so good. I could feel the heat radiating through his pants into my crotch, my pussy wet. Sure, it was moist every night I worked from being so close to the things that pleasured it the most, but I could never remember it being this wet. My hips were acting of their own accord and I knew it wouldn't be long before the bouncer would be giving me those eyes, warning me that I had to offer a more private room. Only this time, I think I wanted it just as much as a customer would.

Running my hands down his arms, I grabbed his wrists and placed them on my hips, continuing the grind without even realizing it. Although I tried to focus on grinding someone other than my brother, my eyes were fixed on the face that looked so much like mine. In little ways, though. Our chins curved the same. Our eyes were the same almond shape. The small widow's peak that appeared in both of our hairlines. Hopefully not enough to tip anyone off that we were related.

Trying to keep my breathing steady, I pressed my breasts into his chest as I leaned close to whisper in his ear. "Could I interest you in a more private room?" I asked, exhaling warm air into the curve of his ear. I pretended like I didn't just offer my own brother the opportunity for more intimate interaction. I was interested to hear his answer.

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I felt my twin sister's warm breath blow in my ear as she kept her face close to mine, waiting for my answer. I couldn't even speak. My eyes were shut, my eyes rolled back in relaxation and pleasure. My head leaned backwards against the top of the couch and my fingers trembled as I had a loose grip on Audrey's hips, just at the waist of her black lace boy shorts. Her soft 36B breasts pressed against my chest and I could feel her hard nipples even through the fabric of our clothes.

I let out a long sigh as Audrey's soft auburn hair cascaded gently over my face, quietly moaning in her ear ever so slightly. My breathing was ragged as she rocked her pussy over the length of my 8.5 inch cock, pushing herself over my jeans.

"Aaahhh. Aaaahh," I sighed, feeling her breathe over my ear, her lips brushing over the lobe just barely. The entire time, her black fingernails softly scratched the hairline on the back of my neck. I was melting in her hands as she kept stroking it.

My cock throbbed under her body weight. I could feel the little bead of precum seeping from my fat cock head, wetting the denim just enough to turn the material cold against my skin. I could feel myself thicken up as my sister started to pant back at me.

I couldn't describe what I was feeling. On one hand this was my sister. My twin. I loved her as much as a sibling could, in the regular sibling way. I never thought of her sexually. I knew she was beautiful and sexy because I'm not stupid, but that was as far as I ever took it. Now here she was, sexually grinding on my lap at her job; at a strip club. There was no way I could ever look at her the same again. I wanted to ask how much of her actions were to keep her job and play it cool so no one would know our situation. Part of me wanted to know if she was enjoying this as much as I was, to know if she was as turned on by dry humping her sibling.

My hands instinctively gripped her hips tighter as I pushed myself up into her, meeting her body thrusts. My fingers worked down over the top of her thighs, feeling her soft warm skin, then moving up, my palms sliding up the small of her back, up over her bra strap and shoulder blades, firmly holding her in place. And then I started to pull down on her shoulders, keeping her locked against me. Our bodies soon found a rhythm as she matched my grip, one hand on the back of my neck, the other over my shoulder and on the top middle of my back.

Audrey and I could have charged for sex lessons... the type you see on Cinemax on the soft core movies where "sex" is grinding and humping. We had the perfect rhythm and timing, flowing perfectly to the booming music blasting over the PA. The temperature in the air around us climbed, as did our body heat. My skin tingled as the first hint of perspiration hit me.

"Hmmm... Mmmm..." Audrey moaned. "Do you want to?" she whispered in my ear, her wet lips full on pressed against it as she propositioned me. With one final upward push of my crotch I let out my reply.

"Yeaaah," I moaned, relief in my voice from finally making my new feelings for my twin sister Audrey known.

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This was getting more intense than the room offered, but I couldn't seem to make myself stop. When he finally responded, I slowly pulled myself away from him, grabbing his wrist and gently leading him to one of the smaller, private rooms. Coaxing the bouncers out of the room, I closed the door to their backs and turned to my brother in the dim room. I could feel the sexual energy our bodies were giving off. Leading him to the couch, I pressed his shoulders until he sat, then resumed my position on his lap. Hands running through his hair, I pressed my lips to his earlobe. "I'm yours." I whispered, finding his hardness within his pants and pressing my crotch against it.

Normally I waited for the customer to begin the session, but I couldn't resist. My hips pressed into his, the crotch of my panties moist with arousal and perspiration. Sighing, I began humping him with more intensity than my normal teasing way. This was the first time I could ever remember wanting more than what my job offered. My mind spun as I thought of my brother undressing me, engaging in a forbidden act with the boy who I had shared the womb with.

Luckily the bouncers knew I could handle myself, so they wouldn't bother me with a customer. I let my breathing lose some control, my skin warm to the touch. Resting my hands on his stomach, I slid them slowly up his muscular torso, letting my body fill the space that my hands were just in. My contained breasts pressed into his chest as I rested my forehead against his, my eyes locking on his. I rarely made eye contact with someone who I was servicing. My fingernails played with the hair on the back of his head as I felt his hands on my hips, holding my moving hips to his.

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I was in Heaven as my sister gave me a lap dance in the most private room in the club... one of the rooms anyway. Our foreheads pressed together, our noses mushed into one. We breathed into each other's mouth, our lips almost close enough to kiss. Audrey ran her fingers through my short hair as we gyrated together along to the beat of the tacky 80s hair metal song over the speakers.

'I wish I had longer hair,' I thought, wanting her to grab it and pull, controlling me, making me hers. As much as I wanted my twin sister right now, I was still afraid to make a move. I was afraid of crossing the line. My hands slid up and down her back, my fingertips scratching her soft silky smooth skin, running over the large tattoo on her lower back. I cupped her ass firmly and squeezed her perfectly toned cheeks, produced from years of soccer.

"Mmm," Audrey moaned almost inaudibly as she felt me grab her ass. Then she got up and stood between my open legs as I slouched back on the leather couch, almost laying down flat. She looked down at me, her eyes glued onto mine. Her legs straddled my right thigh, her knee pushing into my erection. Her hands reached behind her back and unclasped her black lace red silk bra. Her focus didn't break away from me as she slid the straps off her shoulders, pulling it off her chest.

Audrey's 36B breasts fell out of her bra and hung down. My eyes obviously shifted down to stare at them. Her tits were perfect. They were the perfect size for her body and perky. Her little pink nipples stood at attention as it was either cold in the room to her or she was aroused. She gently tossed the bra on the end of the couch and then turned around. Bending forward a little, she slid her fingers into the waistband of her skimpy boy shorts, tugging them down teasingly, letting the crack of her ass come into view, then a little more, then a little more.

My sister started to slowly dance as she wiggled out of her underwear, bending over, letting me see her ass in full view, her swollen pussy lips showing just underneath them. She cocked her head and looked at me using her peripherals, then sat down on my lap, completely naked except for her heels, her back slid up and down my chest as she sat on my fully engorged cock, feeling it pulsate underneath her. Audrey softly took my hands and placed them on her stomach, her hands on top of mine, her fingers resting in between my own. Her head tilted back and our cheeks pressed together.

I wanted to touch her so bad. I didn't know if I should or could. I didn't know which way to go... up to her exposed breasts, or down to her pussy... her hairless pussy from as far as I could tell from the angle I was given and the dim flashing lights.

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Before I knew it, I was naked in front of my brother. I slowly removed my bra and boyshorts, my tan and toned frame fully exposed in front of my own flesh and blood. Slowly sitting on his lap, I felt his hardness beneath me as I pressed by bare pussy against his jeans. Gently grabbing his hands, I rested them on my bare stomach, my fingers between his as I held the back of his hands. I felt his flushed cheek against my own as I tilted my head back against his shoulder.

Feeling his hesitation, I slid our hands onto my breasts, sighing as his strong hands were on my sensative skin. I was giving my own brother permission to my body. My hands remained on the back of his as he began to squeeze the masses, sighing in pleasure as his fingers tweaked my nipples. My back arched slightly to press my breasts against his hands and he responded by massaging them harder, evoking a few soft moans from my throat. My pushes towards his hands also pressed my pussy against his crotch harder and I could feel him pulsing through his jeans.

My hands still resting on the back of his, I could feel his right hand begin to slide down my flat stomach. My body tensed slightly as it continued its persuit past my belly button and eventually covered my bald pussy lips, feeling the smooth skin. His fingertips caressed the shaved skin, my muscles slowly relaxing at his touch. His middle finger pressed between my lips, sinking into my moist folds. Well, now he knew that I was aroused.

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'Oh my God. I can't believe I'm fucking touching my sister's pussy,' I thought. I was still pretty bombed from the vodka I had an hour or so earlier being I was a lightweight when it came to drinking, so my inhibitions were lower than normal. I could feel Audrey's wetness on my fingertips as I ran my finger along her slit, gently applying a teeny bit of pressure, letting the tip press in. Audrey stared at my face, into my eyes, as I was just in a trance, staring at her bare bald pussy.

It was beautiful. Perfectly shaped lips. A cute little swollen clit. It was epic. I rested my hand on her tummy, my thumb gently rubbing over her clit back and forth from side to side. I noticed Audrey stop moving on my lap as her body trembled just enough to be noticeable. Her hands slid over my chest, gripping my pecs, sliding over my shoulders and arms, feeling the muscles I spent so much time working on.

Over and over, her hands groped me, my body, up the sides of my face, through my hair and over my neck. She sat on my lap and let me play with her pussy. This was the best birthday present she had ever given me.

[NightOwl55]

I could feel my brother's body against mine as his fingers played around between my legs. Just a few hours ago we had curtly said goodbye to each other, and here we were, me completely naked as his fingers played with my clit. How had this happened? Sighing, my hands were all over his muscles and face. I wanted to know everything about his body.

One arm snaked around my waist as the hand on his other continued its exploration of my pussy. My hands locked in his hair, I watched his eyes with staggered breathing as one of his digits slipped completely into me. Gasping, I tilted my head back in pleasure as another joined it, then another. Thumb on my clit, his fingers began to move, evoking a moan from deep within me. I pulled his face against my neck as he began to finger me, an orgasm building deep inside of me. My chest moved with heavy breathing as his fingers worked my most sensative region, his arm holding me against his body.

I could feel my muscles tense as my orgasm tore through my body, my pussy squeezing his fingers and my arms holding his head against me. I managed not to cry out, only allowing a small gasp-like cry from my throat. As my orgasm subsided, I still held his head against me, my hot breath mixing into his hair.

I knew the club was closing soon. Shakily, I withdrew from my brother's body and began to redress. First the boyshorts, then I forced my breasts into their push-up bra. I knew I smelled of sex, but most of us did by the end of the night. I would shower up when I got home. Just as I went to leave, I felt him grab my wrist and spin me around. Curled in his hand was several twenty dollar bills, which he shoved into my boyshorts. Smiling, I leaned down and pressed my lips to his temple. "Happy Birthday." I whispered with a smile, exiting the room.

Looking at the clock, I noticed I only had five minutes left until closing. Tonight had moved quickly. Locating my cash box behind the bar, I deposited the final earnings of the night and returned it to my boss. He quickly counted all of the money and smiled, telling me I had earned the most yet again. Grinning, I returned to the dressing room and pulled my sweats and hoodie on over my lingerie, grabbing my bag and driving home.

The house was dark, which was expected. It was nearing four in the morning. I quietly found my way to my room and started to undress for a shower. I didn't get very far, though. Instead, I lay on my bed in my boyshorts and bra, reliving the night. Sure, thoughts of the various men swam through my head, but I couldn't help imagining my brother beneath me. Our bodies arousing each other. The orgasm he gave me. Closing my eyes, I let myself get worked up, knowing I could please myself in the shower later.

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I walked home from the strip club because my sister Audrey left before I could ask her for a ride. My dumb drunk friend was still in no condition to drive, so his text said. It took me a good half hour at a fast walking pace to get home. I was almost fully sober by that point and I walked up to my room. Audrey's door was shut. I stood in front of it debating to knock.

The entire time I made my way home, I kept replaying the night's events over and over in my head. I was petrified that she would have a change of heart, all of a sudden thinking I was some drunken pervert who almost raped her. (Women are crazy. Who the hell knows what goes on in their heads.)

I decided to worry about it tomorrow when I didn't hear any noise from her room. I started to strip naked, too tired to shower. I actually liked the smell on my clothes. It smelled like Audrey's perfume mixed with my own bodily smell; eg. my sexy deodorant.

I sat down at my computer and logged onto facebook. I checked some messages and deleted them all. '...' I went on to my sister's profile and started to look through the pics. The first folder I went to was of last summer's vacation. My family went to the Bahamas. I looked at picture after picture of Audrey in bikinis and skimpy outfits. Then I came across one of me and her. I was in a bathing suit and she was in a skimpy black bikini. We were standing next to one another, her arms around my waist, my arm around her shoulder, holding each other closely.

Before I knew it, I was rock hard and stroking my cock. I opened another picture of Audrey in a bikini, and then another. It was like a collage of her half naked body all over my monitor. I slumped back, jacking off fast, unable to control my own pace. My balls were huge and full of cum. My cock was as thick as a ... maybe thicker than a redbull can, my cock head swollen and leaking precum everywhere. My hand was covered, as were my jeans,soaked in my own precum and Audrey's pussy juice.

"Fuck. Fuck. Aah fuck," I grunted, one hand gripping the armrest of my computer chair, the other pumping myself. "Aaaah FUCK!" I cried out, trying to still be quiet. Thick spurt after spurt of cum erupted out of my dick like a super soaker. Hot globs of cum landed all over my stomach, hand, arm, thigh... everywhere. I collapsed back exhausted and spent, somewhat lightheaded. My eyes shut and I breathed in and out deeply, gasping to catch my breath.

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I wanted my brother. Badly. Just thinking about him more left me with my hand down my panties, playing with my swollen clit. Sighing as pleasure coursed through my body, I thought about my brother's hands on me. And in me. My legs spread and a few fingers slipped into my soaked pussy, my mind imaging that they were my brothers. It wasn't hard, considering they had been there only an hour earlier. It wasn't long until my body tensed in an orgasm, my underwear resoaked with my juices.

Once my body calmed, I decided to shower. I shed of my little amount of clothing and walked down the hall to the bathroom. Just outside of my brother's room, I stopped. I could hear him moving within. After some quick thought, I opened his door a crack and continued down the hall. An invitation, or at least I hoped he would take it as such.

Once in the bathroom, I closed the door and turned the water on. I admired myself in the mirror on the back of the door as the bathroom filled with steam. My skin was blushed from arousal, my nipples hard and my bare pussy lips glistening. My hands cupped my breasts, pushing them up like they were in my push-up bra.

Once I figured the water was warm enough, I climbed under the stream and let it relax my muscles. I could feel the steam clensing my mind, although I still couldn't stop thinking about my brother. As I began to shampoo my hair, I felt a rush of cool air as the door opened and softly clicked shut. I could see a shadow moving on the other side of the curtain, a shadow I knew.

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So what if I took a few big swigs out of a bottle in the liquor cabinet at 4am right when I got home. I didn't have a problem.

I walked into the bathroom to find my sister showering. I really only went inside to quick grab a toothbrush to go brush my teeth downstairs so I could go to sleep. After seeing her silhouette, I paused for a minute, just watching her shadow soap herself up. I watched her hands slide over her stomach and up over her breasts, spending some time massaging the soap in. After a minute or two, or five for all I knew, I shut the door, leaving us with some privacy. I continued to stared at my sister's shape as I stood in only a pair of gym shorts, a tent pitched in the front of them.

I couldn't stop looking. I saw her stop washing and stare at me through the opaque curtain (use that correctly? idk but it sounds good) We couldn't see each other's expressions through the foggy, thick, wet material.

Audrey gently tugged the curtain open a foot or so, inviting me in silently. I took a deep breath and felt the last gulp of vodka start to kick in. Thank God I took it, because I would never have done this sober. I stepped out of my shorts and stepped into the shower, closing the curtain behind me, feeling the steam instantly punch me in the face. It was scalding. ...which was nice because my cock would swell more and impress Audrey. She still hadn't seen me naked.

Audrey stood underneath the shower massager, letting the water splash against the back of her head. The water cascaded over hear body towards the shower floor. I stood butt naked before her and much to my surprise, her eyes didn't break contact with mine. She didn't check me out. She didn't glance at my thick swollen hard pole.

Instead, my twin sister stepper forward and brought her arms up to my shoulders, embracing me in a tight hug. I didn't know what to do except hug her back. For a long ass moment, the two of us kept tightening our grips on one another, readjusting and repositioning our hands. My 8.5 inch cock was sandwiched between our stomachs, her 36B tits pressed into my pecs. My fingers slid through her soaked auburn hair as I cradled her head against mine.

"Please promise we won't get weird around each other and regret this?" I softly asked her.

"I promise," Audrey replied in a quiet voice. "... ..." she hesitated. "...I love you Matthew," she added into my ear. Whenever she said my full name, it was always in a sweet and caring way, like a bigger sister looking out for her younger brother, even if that younger brother was only a few minutes younger.

"I love you too Audrey." I pressed my lips on her upper neck, then lower cheek, letting the first kiss linger and the second kiss linger longer, holding my lips against her skin, with the hot steamy water soaking us.