The Night I Discovered My Step-sister was a Stripper [M/F] Warning: VERY LONG, lots of text. | 2016

This is another in a series of unlikely sexual exploits from my younger days. Trust me when I say that not NEARLY all of my sex life has been like this, but I do like to take time to write about the more notable occasions. I'd love to hear your feedback.

When I was 13, my mother, who had been single for about four years, met a man at a professional educator’s conference. They began dating soon after. I remember the first time she brought him home and introduced him. He was incredibly kind and funny. We began to see a lot more of him and they were married just a year later. During their courtship, we met his three daughters from two previous marriages. For purposes of anonymity, I’ll call them D, C and B.

D was the oldest, about 16 months older than me. All of them were beautiful, but she was the most vain. She often used her beauty to get her way, but beneath that beauty and quick smile was an immense capacity for cruelty. B was the youngest, about two years younger than me. She was the nicest and most sincere of the three. She’s the only one I keep in touch with to this day, though I have seen the other two from time to time.

After my parents married, the daughters would come to visit us on weekends. We spent several years like that, hanging out, having fun, occasionally getting into trouble, etc. As we got older, their beauty grew.

But, neither D or B could, for me, quite compare to C. She was taller than D and more willowy, but where D’s breasts were small and almost severe in their perkiness, C’s were full and sensual and they would hang just a little low when she wore a shirt without a bra.

C was almost exactly my age, born just a month ahead of me. She had a more sensual and sexual nature. D was the aloof cheerleader type, cold and unattainable. C was more like a mirage in the desert: always just out of reach, but seemingly almost attainable. She was the kind who would make it a point to brush up against you as she walked by or touch you softly on the arm or knee as she talked to you. Her skin had a more olive tone than the other two and her hair was a dark blonde. Her legs were long and she had a Marilyn Monroe-esque beauty mark just below and to the left of her mouth. Her eyes were dark brown.

She was the “bad girl” of the bunch. D pretended to be sweet and B was nothing but pure hippie love. But C embraced her sexuality in a way I had never encountered in a girl of her age. She liked attention from men and she knew they wanted her. She knew immediately that I was attracted to her and she teased me with half-promised moments alone, often touching my leg or whispering in my ear things she had done with her boyfriend in her hometown. I would have done anything asked me to.

In the summer she would lie out in the sun right beneath my bedroom window, though she could have done it in a dozen other places. Her oily skin would glisten and her breasts would rise and fall softly as she breathed. When she turned over, she would undo her top so her naked back could face the sun. I would watch her and she knew I was watching. Sometimes I would jerk off, other times just watch.

She pretended that we had a special friendship and she’d sometimes call me during the week to talk. It was usually about nothing, but sometimes again, she’d tell me about her latest sexual exploit in the back of a car or the handjob she gave in a movie theater.

Sometimes on cold mornings when she would visit, she would wake up from her spot on the couch downstairs and come to my room to crawl under the covers with me, snuggling into me for warmth.

Her hugs were always long and somehow sensual. My adolescent hunger for her was almost unbearable.

As we all got older and busier with our own social lives, their weekend visits became fewer and further between. Eventually, they stopped altogether. C made a strange and unexplainable decision to join the Marines after graduating high school and we mostly lost touch. I would see her occasionally on holidays. By the time we were both 19, there was almost no contact at all.

While I didn’t forget her, my desire faded as adolescent desires always do.

Flash forward to my 23rd year.

A friend from college was getting married and a large group of us were out for his bachelor party. We had been to several bars around town and most of us were quite drunk. I hadn’t had as much to drink as a few others, so I was relatively lucid, but I had a pleasant buzz and was having a good time. Of course, as these parties always do, we ended up at a strip club. We settled into a large booth not far from the stage and I let the DJ know that we had a bachelor in the house.

Between dancers, the the DJ announced my friend’s impending nuptials and soon nearly every dancer in the place was at our table or coming over to give the groom-to-be a lap dance. The commotion was intense and people were cheering as he was ridden over and over. I was sitting at my own table just away from the booth.

And then the DJ announced the next dancer on stage. I turned to see and couldn’t believe my eyes. C walked out onto the stage in a pink g-string and neon green bikini top. Her walk was confident, sexual and sassy. She was smiling and drinking it all in. Just like when we were younger, she loved the attention.

For my part, I was absolutely dumbfounded. I had no idea what to do. My first instinct was to leave the room and maybe even the club. Despite our relationship in our teens, nothing overtly sexual had ever truly happened between us. I was a toy to her at the time, someone to tease. But we were older now. I hadn’t seen her in some time. I worried that she would be incredibly embarrassed to have me see her dance. Moreover, as far as I knew, no one in the family knew that she was a dancer. Would she freak out if she saw me?

But as she began to move, I felt that nearly forgotten hunger arise. She was as beautiful as she had ever been. Her time in the Marines had sculpted her body into something even sexier than before. She writhed on stage, working the pole and skillfully collecting dollar bills from the patrons sitting closest to the stage. I sat rapt, unable to look away. The lights played beautifully across her bare skin and her body moved in perfect rhythm to the music. She absolutely shined. And when the top came off and I caught my first glimpse of her perfectly shaped breasts, all thoughts of leaving to protect her or my dignity disappeared entirely.

This particular strip club is the only all-nude bar in my city and each dancer gets two songs. In the first, she removes her top. In the second, the bottom comes off. The first song ended and I couldn’t help but think about what was coming next. How long had I dreamed of seeing C’s pussy? These were the days before the Internet really took off, so porn wasn’t as readily available as it is now. If you wanted porn, you had to go buy or rent it. Nude bodies were a little more novel. I wasn’t the same shy boy I had been in my youth and I’d had some wonderful sexual experiences, but I was totally unprepared for how seeing her, especially this way, brought back all of those feelings. My heart was pounding.

As the second song started, she began to work the g-string over her hips, teasing us all slowly. My friends were still engaged in the frenzy over the bachelor, but I couldn’t look away from the stage. After what seemed like hours, she allowed the lingerie to fall over her hips and to her ankles and I got my first glimpse of the pussy that had been the object of my obsession throughout most of my teen years. It was shaved but for a tuft of hair above her clit. Her outer labia were not small, but not large either and you could see her inner labia and a hint of her hood. She worked the stage again, parting her lips to show the crowd her hood and opening, pretending to masturbate. Whirling suddenly she bent over and ran a long finger over her smooth asshole, pressing on it and turning her head to us so we could see her dramatic expression of pleasure.

I suddenly became aware of how hard I was. My cock was throbbing in my jeans and my eyes poured over every inch of her.

She stood up again, moving beautifully, collecting more dollars. And then it happened. She looked in my direction. At first I wasn’t sure she had seen me. Her gaze drifted over me and away without recognition. And then I saw it in her eyes. She looked back quickly and our eyes locked. Her movements stopped for just a moment, barely perceptible. The look on my face must have been humorous, because she smiled wryly then and winked at me.

She finished her dance without looking at me again. Once more, I was absolutely clueless as to what to do. Should I leave? Should I hide? Should I look for her?

Two minutes later, she solved my dilemma. She walked right up to the table where I was sitting and, as I stood, wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close.. She was wearing a new g-string and bikini top and the warmth of her skin was intoxicating. She kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear, “It’s so good to see you!” And then lower, in a more breathy tone, “So, did you enjoy the show?” Without hesitation and almost involuntarily, I breathed “YES.”

“Good,” she whispered back, releasing me slowly.

She turned then, her ass deliberately brushing against my cock through my jeans. I was immediately embarrassed at how hard I was again. She looked back at me then with that same wry smile and said, “Well now … I guess you did!” I was mortified until she pressed ever-so-gently back against me, letting the head press between her ass cheeks. She moved with the music for just a moment, grinding slowly. Then, as if nothing had happened, she moved away.

She sat down in the chair across from me. I was slightly askew from the little round table and so we were both sitting on the same side of it. The music was playing loudly and another dancer was on stage. C pulled her chair closer to mine and leaned in closer so we could chat. I wish I could tell you what we talked about, but I was so fixated on what had happened and was still happening that it’s mostly a blur. I know we talked briefly about family, who had seen who, etc. She let me know that no one knew she was dancing, but she didn’t seem worried that anyone would find out.

The waitress came by and asked if I wanted to “buy the lady a drink.” Normally I shy away from this scam, but C answered for me. “He definitely wants to buy me a drink,” she said, laughing. The waitress looked again at me and I nodded. C ordered a vodka tonic with lime. I ordered another beer.

The DJ announced the next dancer and C clapped her hands and squealed a bit. “Oooooo I love her! She’s so fucking hot!” Her back was to the stage, so she got up from her chair and slid sideways into my lap, her right arm around my neck and her legs dangling over the right side of my legs. She turned her head to watch the dancer on stage, a blue-eyed raven-haired beauty with tattoos and pierced nipples. C moved to the music, causing her to grind again on my cock through my jeans. With her left arm, she reached around and slid my right arm around her waist to keep her from sliding off. Again, I was struck by the warmth and smoothness of her skin.

She continued to move and leaned back against me. I could feel her breath on my face as she whispered, “Isn’t she fucking gorgeous?” I whispered back, “Yes.”

“You love this, don’t you?,” she whispered even closer, grinding down a little harder.

“Yes.” I was incredulous.

“Have you missed watching me?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve missed it, too. You were so fun to tease.” Her mouth was brushing my ear now, her lips nibbling at my earlobe. Given the go-ahead, I would have fucked her right there on the table in front of everyone. I felt like I was going to explode.

The waitress brought our drinks and C pulled away slightly, turning again to watch the dancer who was just finishing her second song. C cheered loudly for her as she collected the dollars on the stage and walked off.

She stood up then, pulling me up with her. “How much cash do you have?,” she asked playfully. I was unprepared for the question, but quickly fumbled through words enough to say “I think I have about $170 left.”

“Good,” she said. “Come with me.”

She pulled me to the back of the club toward the champagne rooms. She spoke with the bouncer and he looked at her for a second before nodding and letting us in.

We entered one of the smallish rooms. There was a lush red couch, a couple of tables with lamps on them and the light was very low. The entire front wall of the room, including the door through which we had just entered, was made of a two-way mirror. We could see out, but no one could see in. I could see the entire club as I sat down on the couch. My friends were having a great time in the booth and it seemed they didn’t even notice that I had disappeared. There was a beautiful redhead on stage just about to remove her thong.

“Give me the money,” she said, winking. I pulled out my wallet immediately. I had no idea what was about to happen, but I knew that even if I had to max out a credit card, it was going to be worth it.

I pulled the money from the wallet and handed it to her. “Be right back!,” she giggled and slid out of the door again. She gave it all to the bouncer and said a few words to him. He nodded again. She leaned up to kiss him briefly on the cheek.

She slid back into the room and stood in front of me. “There,” she said. “Now we can be alone for a while.”

I stared up at her. She wasn’t what you would call tall, but she wasn’t short, either. Somewhere in the 5’7” range. I must have again had a humorous look on my face because she giggled. “It’s just like when we were in high school, isn’t it? You want me so bad, don’t you?”

I could only nod.

She started moving to the music being piped into the speakers on either side of the room. She was dancing just for me and it was incredible. I couldn’t blink, couldn’t look away. Her top came off quickly and she leaned over me, teasing me with her tits. She slid into my lap, straddling me. Her arms were around my neck and she pulled me close, sliding her body up so that my face was between her breasts. She grinded against me, sliding a nipple over my lips. I opened my mouth slightly and she pressed against it. I started nibbling just a bit and she began to grind harder. She moaned a little. My tongue darted out, teasing her. My hands slid down over her waist and I pulled her to me.

She laughed then, pulling away. “Mmmmm you want it, don’t you? Is that what you want? Do you want to fuck me right here?”

“Yes. I want it”

“Good,” she purred. “Tonight there will be no more teasing.”

She stood up then and removed her g-string, letting it fall to her ankles and then kicking it to the corner of the room. She pulled me up from the couch and began undoing my belt as I pulled my shirt over my head and kicked off my shoes. My pants undone, she slid them down, my hard cock popping up. I kicked the pants away and pulled her to me and kissed her deeply, feeling those lips I had so longed for in my youth.

She giggled again and took my cock in her right hand, thumb moving over the head. “How many times did you stroke this while watching me outside your window?,” she whispered.

“Too many to count,” I said, slightly embarrassed again.

“What if I told you I used to finger myself in the shower and think about what would happen if you came out of your room and fucked me?”

She pushed me back down on the couch and slid into my lap, straddling me once more. This time I could feel the heat from her pussy as she rubbed it over my cock. She moaned and writhed on it, teasing herself and covering me with her wetness. She kissed me deeply this time and my hands moved to her tits. “We don’t have a lot of time,” she said. “At least not right now.”

Then, without warning, she slid me inside her.

She was tight and warm, and she enveloped me quickly. She gasped as I filled her and I moaned as she took me all the way inside. She started riding me slowly, building a rhythm, moving me in and out of her. Our hands and mouths were all over each other as our movements became more frantic. I thrusted with her gyrations and I could feel her juices dripping down my cock and over my balls. We moved like that for what seemed like ages, bodies entwined, the whole club visible to me. I could feel the pressure building inside me, but I wanted to prolong it.

She moved faster then, more urgently. “Fuck me,” she said. “Make me cum.” I thrusted harder into her, sweat standing out on my body. She leaned back, arching away from me as I held her and moved in and out of her. She began fingering her clit as we moved and I could feel her tightening around me.

She came hard and loudly, and her orgasm pushed me to my own. I exploded inside her, moaning and pulling her close. I held her there, unable to move as wave after wave of cum erupted from me. Her own post-orgasmic convulsions milked me into her and she collapsed against me, her lips finding mine.

Coming back to my senses, I started to realize what had just happened and wondering what the hell either of us would do next. She slid out of my lap, her pussy pulling at the length of my cock. She grabbed some tissues from a box on the table and cleaned as much of my cum as she could from her pussy before pulling her g-string back on. She pulled me up to her, my spaghetti legs making it hard for me to stand. She kissed me and said, “Get dressed, we have to get out of the room.”

With that, I felt sure that this night was over. It must have shown on my face because she smiled and kissed me again.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “We’re just getting started. I have two more hours on my shift. Stay and watch.” She gave my cock a squeeze one more time and slipped back out the door.

I quickly dressed as I saw her disappear into the dressing room.

I moved back out into the club, not even glancing at the bouncer as I passed. I sat at my table, drank my beer and watched the dancers the rest of the night. My friends drifted away as the party began to break up. C danced four more times that night and gave several lap dances to men and women.

At 3 a.m., C appeared out of the dressing room and took me by the arm. “C’mon,” she said. “We have the whole rest of the night.” We walked out the back door together and she took me to her apartment.

But that’s another story.