My Sister The Stripper

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Tommy O'Rourke had only been working as a paralegal at this new law firm for a few months. He was kind of shocked, actually, when one of the junior partners invited him along for his bachelor party a couple nights before his wedding.

Tommy was 25. None of his friends had gotten married. Sounded like a damn good time to him. And besides, when one of your bosses tells you to come to a party, you fucking go. So Tommy went.

You can only imagine his surprise when the strippers walked in the door. Not that he wasn't expecting strippers (hell, there was a silver platter with a mountain of cocaine; these are lawyers we're talking about here). It's just that one of the three girls that came through the door was his sister.

Amber was 21 years old, just starting her senior year at Golden State University. Tommy knew she was hot. But he'd never really gotten this up and close and personal with her...

He didn't want to make a scene or cause any drama, so he didn't say anything while they were at the party...

Amber
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Tommy
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Amber had worked as a stripper for just over three years now, only the last of which she had spent doing bachlor parties. It had been easy to keep it a sceret from her family, it wasn't like they were the closet of families.

She made good money and that was all that really mattered. She liked being able to buy herself pretty things when she wanted to and not having to run to her parents for every litttle thing. She figured if you got it make the most of it.

When she walked into the room, she didn't immediately notice her brother sitting only a few feet away. She was just a little high from the blunt one of the girls had lighted outside when they had shown up early. This was just another routine party where they gave lap dances and stipped for the group of men. Most of them were too drunk and, by the looks of the drugs they were using, too high to really notice what was going on.

She danced a few lap dances for some of the guys, slowly making her around the group, and then she ended up in front of her brother. She had been busy laughing at something one of the other girls said to her so it took her a few seconds to realize who sat before her. When she did, she gasped softly in shock but didn't pause in her dancing.

"T-tommy...what are you doing here?" she whispered as she leaned over him and whispered in his ear, disguising the interaction with a smooth dance move.
 
"I could say the same to you, Amber," Tommy replied, whispering to her. The music was loud but he said it close enough to her ear for her to hear. Tommy couldn't deny the hard-on he had, even though it was his little sister that was giving him the lap dance! Maybe that was why it was such an intense hard-on. He blamed it on natural, instinctual responses to her movements.

That also didn't change the fact that he was pretty upset that he'd had to watch his sister give lapdances to some of his co-workers. What the fuck? That wasn't right. Watching her, he understood why she did it; she had a killer fucking body and probably made great money with it. He just hoped and hoped that all she was doing was dancing and stripping and not fucking for money. He would find out later.

Tommy pulled a pair of twenty dollar bills from his pocket and brazenly stuffed them in her abundant cleavage. "I want a nice long ride..." he said.
 
Amber had never fucked for money, at least not that she remembered. There were a few nights when she first started thst she didn't really remember too well, but she didn't think about them often. She loved to fuck but being paid for it was a little too illegeal for her. Not that she had problems breaking the law.

"Can you give me a ride back to my apartment when it's over? I promise I'll explain everything," she told him softly, unable to help the little shiver that sped through her as his hand moved over her breast as he stuffed the money into her cleavage.

Her eyes were on his as she danced for him, making sure to give him his money's worth. It unnerved her that she was dancing for her brother, but she forced herself not to think of him like that. He's just another customer, she thought to herself and slowly she started to believe herslef, getting lost in the music and the feel of dancing for a man.

Stripping had always been a bit of a turn on for her. And she had found out she had a natural talent for it when her friends took her to an amuter night at some club near the campus. She'd ended up winning the cash prize and getting a job offer. How could a teenage girl say no to that?
 
"Sure, I'll give you a ride," Tommy replied. The thoughts swirling about his brain were too much and too wrong. Here was his sister, in a skimpy, tight little outfit, rubbing herself against him (and all the other guys in the room). She was probably going to be naked by the end of the night. No, not probably. Definitely.

He found he had to fight the impulse to grab her... that's the rule with strippers, right? Look but no touch. They can touch you but you can't be touching them. Something like that. Nevermind she was his sister; she was fucking hot as shit, and his natural impulse was to grab that sexy flesh.

He needed something, anything... his beer, or maybe a fat line of coke, some weed, something to get his mind off the fact that what he really needed was to see his sister naked...
 
Amber forgot that he was her brother and went about her dancing like it was normal. Her hands moved to her top and slowly undid the hooks that kept it closed. The money he had stuffed there fluttered to the ground as her breasts were freed. Her nipples hardened quickly once they were out in the open and she had to bit her lower lip to keep from moaning out loud.

She moved forward and straddled her brothers lap, just like she would any other customer and she moved with the music. She leaned towards him and let her breast trail lightly over his own chest. Somehow she ended up sitting in his lap facing the room as she gournd her bottom against him lightly.
 
There was a little bit of hooting and hollering going on as Amber made a nice show of riding Tommy. Damn she's got some nice tits, he thought, especially when she pressed them into his chest.

And god damn but that's an amazing ass, too, he thought as she ground it into his crotch. His hard-on was raging, thick and solid and hot. The two other strippers had also removed their tops and were working the guys in the room pretty good, but Tommy's focus was on one thing:

his little sister, and her pert ass rubbing on his cock...
 
Amber gasped softly as she felt his cock, hard and long, pressed against her ass. She ground a little harder and bit her lower lip once more. She had never realized how big his cock was, and that shock was enough to force her back into reality. This was her brother, he was hard, and she was pressed against him.

Her eyes moved over the rest of the party, sure the other guys had been hooting and hollering but now they were all focused on the other girls. They were making quite a show, and from the looks of it, it was coke induced.

She shook her head slightly as she stood up and truned to face her brother once more. She just couldn't understand people that did hard drugs while doing a job like this. There were just too many guys around to take advantage of that for her to be comfortable doing anything like it...not that she was into hard drugs. Weed and booze were enough for her.
 
The party was rapidly turning into a coke-fueled boozefest, and Tommy could sense that some of the guys were fixing to fuck the strippers. He saw the two other strippers snorting lines of that coke, and pretty soon Tommy and Amber were left in the corner, as the rest of the guys were all looking for another line and to see how crazy they could get those strippers to go.

Tommy coaxed Amber into turning back around so she was facing him again. "I think we should blow this joint pretty soon," he said.
 
"I agree. I'm not much for the hard struff," Amber said softly. She looked back at the other girls and frowned slightly. "I hope they'll be okay. You don't think your friends would hurt them do you?" she asked as she turned back to face her brother.

She could hear some of the other guys trying to coax her and Tommy over, but she knew that she wouldn't go over there. Not even if her brother wanted to. She'd rather just leave and not keep her tips than to that.
 
"I'm straight, guys, thanks but no thanks," Tommy called back to them, before returning his attention to his half-naked sister in his lap. "Hurt them? I don't think so. You never know what can happen, but those girls know full well what they're getting themselves into. And besides, even if there are a couple bad apples over there, I know there are a few guys that won't let anything bad happen to them. But I've only worked with these people for a few months. I don't feel bad leaving the party early. C'mon, I've got this fat joint I rolled up and I'd rather just share it with you than all these assholes."
 
Amber smiled osftly and nodded her head as she stood up and picked up her top. She quickly put it on and hooked all the little hooks, before picking up what little bit of her cash that had fallen to the ground. "Let's go," she said with a grin.

Glancing at her watched, she realized that the time was up for how long there were supposed to be there anyways. At least she wasn't skipping out early.
 
"Alright, let's go," he said, standing up. He had to readjust himself, as he still had a raging hard-on in his pants. He blushed when Amber saw him do that. There were some cat-calls from the guys (and the other strippers) as they headed out the door, but quickly they all refocused on the blow and the booze and the strippers...

Tommy and Amber went out to his car, an old Thunderbird. They got in and Tommy keyed the ignition, and they took off. "So, you want to go back to your place?" he asked. He had a tight grip on the steering wheel and an even tighter grip on the gear shifter. He still couldn't really believe his little sister was a stripper, in spite of the amazing lap-dance she had given him, in spite of the fact that he had seen her tits up close and in person, felt them rubbed against his chest. Every fiber in his being told him to forget about it... but now he needed her bad. Worse than he'd needed any other woman in his life.
 
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Amber followed him out to the car and got in. as he started driving she thought about did she want to go back to her place. Her roommates were probably there and they wouldn't have any privacy. "If you really want to talk about all this we should probably go to you place. My roomates wouldn't let us talk in peace," she told him with a soft sigh.

It was the truth, but she also didn't want to go home just for the simple fact that she hated living there. The girls she lived with had started out as friends but now they were just catty bitches who hated that she was a stripper.
 
"That's fine, Amber," he said, and started heading for his little place. It was actually a converted garage in someone's backyard, but he got to live there pretty cheap. He didn't need a whole lot of space anyway. Just a place to lay his head. Maybe someday he'd move up in the world, but he was happy he didn't have to worry about roommates or any of that bullshit.

"So... Amber, are you happy doing what you're doing?"
 
"I'm pretty happy doing this, but I don't plan on doing it forever. Just until I graduate and can get a job with better pay," she told him softly, "As it is all I do is dance and take off my clothes and guys pay me to watch while I do it. You're not going to tell Mom and Dad are you?"

That wasn't really something he would do, but she couldn't predict what he was going to do. It had always been that way with him.
 
He pulled the Thunderbird to a stop in front of a house and killed the engine.

"You know, it probably wouldn't do much good to tell Mom and Dad anyway. They'd just get really upset, and you guys would fight and there would be lots of drama and I sure don't want to cause that. I'm sure you don't either."

He led her around to the back yard, where there was a little cottage that he called home. "It ain't much but it's cozy," he said, as he opened the door and flipped on the light. There was a little kitchen area, a sofa opposite a big flat-screen tv hanging on the wall, and then a doorway that led into his little bedroom.
 
"Thanks. None of us need more fights between me and them," she said as she followed him into his home. He still lived like a college student, but then he had been one till only a few months ago.

Amber smiled softly to herself as she moved to his couch and plopped down. "Why do you stay here? You make good enough money to get a real apartment and not have to have any roomates," she told him as she ran a hand trough her hair.
 
"I'm trying to save up a good bit of cash," he said. "And besides, I don't need much space. This little space suits me just fine."

He looked at his sister, spread out on his sofa, still in her stripper outfit. High heels, tight little micro-mini skirt, that corset top that hooks together... he instantly remembered the lap dance she had given him earlier, and his cock twitched at the thought.

He putzed about the kitchen for a moment. The more he thought about how many guys she'd given lap dances to and stripped for, the more angry he got. How many of his friends had seen his sister naked? A bunch of his co-workers had.

"You know," he said, "you could just stay here with me while you go to school. I'll take care of you, and then you wouldn't have to do that stuff anymore." Nevermind that it kind of turned him on that she was comfortable enough in her own skin to show it off in such a way...
 
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"It kind of turns me on though..." Amber said with a blush, she had never actually spoken to him like this before, To know that I can turn on so many guys and make them want me..." She smiled dreamily and bit her lower lip.

"Would I have to give it up to live with you? What would I do for spending money?" she asked as she looked over to him. It wasn't like he hadn't enjoyed it when she had given him a lap dance.
 
This was when a wicked idea came to his mind.

"Well..." he said, "I can see you really enjoy it. I have to admit I really enjoyed what you were doing. I'll pay you to do it to me, and only me, until you graduate and get a better job. And you can live here for free. I'd rather give you my extra money and know you're safe."
 
"You want to pay me to strip for you and only you?" she said in confusion, "But you're my brother..." It wasn't so much that thought of striping for him turned her off. She'd always been a little attractecd to her older brother, but it was different when things like this were said out loud.
 
"That didn't stop you earlier from pulling your top off right in front of me," Tommy replied, his eyes locking with his sister's. He walked towards her, standing over her as she sat on the couch. He'd always had a little thing for his sister, but he'd always pushed it far away when it came to mind. He'd never even let himself jerk off thinking about her. Now, having felt her heat against his hard cock, he knew he needed it, and bad.

"So how much would a lapdance be, lil sis?"
 
"Twenty dollars for a song. Six songs for a hundred," she told him automatically. Amber didn't care about giving him lap dances. If she was being honest with herself, giving him a lap dance had turned her on more than any other time she danced.

Knowing that she was able to turn him on the way she had, just thinking about it was making her hot again. She shivered slightly and let her eyes drift closed for just a second. Sighing softly, she looked back up at him and smiled softly.

"Do you really want to pay me so I can do them just for you? Or are you looking for more than just lap dances?" she asked boldly as she arched an eyebrow at him.
 
"I'll pay you for the dances, easy," Tommy said, pulling out his wallet and dropping a benjamin on the coffee table.

"I won't pay for anything else, out of principle. But you can bet I won't complain if things go beyond that," he said, looking his sister up and down as she sat on the sofa. His cock twitched in his pants. The very suggestion that there might be more than just bumping and grinding was enough to send blood rushing to his loins.
 
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