Dirty Erotic Oneshots

as he tried to calm me down.

"Oh come on. What's there to get worked up over? Siblings see each other naked all the time," he said cheerfully.

"When they're little kids, maybe!"

"Ok, so you put it off a little. No big deal. I made out with my cousin at a bar once. Didn't notice that it was her until she wrote her name down by her number. It just made Thanksgiving a little awkward, that's all."

"Ass in G-string grinding into my crotch. Bare breasts dangling in front of my face. Sister! How do you not understand how that's different?" I asked incredulously.

Just then my phone rang. I glanced down at the caller ID. Courtney's picture and number popped up.

"It's Courtney," I said flatly.

"Ask her if she does private parties. Dude, ask her," he said eagerly.

"Charlie, go home," I said with exasperation.

"Don't forget, you owe me those twenty bucks," he said as he walked out the door. As it clicked shut I slid my phone open.

"Hi Sis," I said, suddenly weary.

"Dan, we need to talk," she said, straight to the point. "Can I come over tonight, around seven?"

"Sure Sis," I replied.

"Ok, see you later Kiddo." She hung up.

I slid my phone shut again and sunk into my couch, resigning myself to me most embarrassing conversation I would ever have. I clicked on the TV, not really caring what was on. I had a lot of time to kill before Courtney got here, and I wanted it to pass as quickly as possible. You see, in spite of the horror and humiliation of the situation, my mind still drifted to the pucker of her lips, the luscious curve of her tits, and the taut flesh of her ass. I wanted those thoughts put to rest, and quickly.

The hours passed. Around lunch time I caved in to temptation and relieved myself, thinking only of my beautiful sister as I furiously pumped my cock. It gave me a brief reprieve from being out of control horny, but that wasn't much comfort.

 

My head was now clear enough to remember what it was like growing up with Courtney. She was a few years older than me and spent a lot of time with her dad, so we weren't all that close. She always called me Kiddo too. I hated it when I was younger, but by the time I was in college I was used to it.

I had no idea that Courtney was a stripper. I guess I should have put two and two together. She was never shy about her body. Despite our mother's protests, she refused to wear a bra. Something about constricting blood vessels, cancer, etc. This of course got her a lot of male attention. I had to admit it even got a little of mine, especially on a chilly day. Around the house she refused to wear anything more than a T-shirt and panties. Said it was always hot. Fair enough. 

Aside from that, she seemed to have a lot more money than your typical grad student. Most off the college students I knew drove beaters, ate ramen, and had half a dozen roommates. Courtney lived alone in a furnished loft and drove a late model Mustang. Well, now at least I knew how she paid for it.

As much as I wanted to get this over with, by the time six o'clock rolled around I was sweating bullets. I knew that my relationship with Courtney had been forever changed by that night, and I wasn't eager to discuss it. Despite my wishes, time didn't stop, or even slow down, and before I knew it there was a knock at the door. I took a deep breath and opened it.

"Hey Kiddo," she said, glancing sideways. She seemed about as willing to make eye contact as I was.

"Hi Sis," I replied. "Come on in."

I took her coat and hung it up as she sat down on my couch. The cold weather gave me a quick reminder that Courtney's anti-bra stance was still alive and kicking. Her silky blue camisole appeared to have a pair of small buttons in strategic position. I decided that ogling my sister's tits was probably a bad way to start this off, so I quickly averted my gaze.

"So," she said slowly.

"So," I parroted, not knowing what to say.

"I guess you know what I do for a living," she said flatly.

"It doesn't matter. It's just a job."

"Thank you," she said, looking down at the floor. 

"Did you know I worked there?"

"I had no idea," I said truthfully. I was willing, but not exactly eager to go into the details of how I'd ended up at that club. Charlie was an idiot, but I liked him, and I was pretty sure he'd be less fun without balls.

"I guess the real question is, why did you buy a dance from me?" she asked.

"Charlie bought it for me," I replied quickly.

"The guy Tasha danced for?"

"Yeah, that guy." I assumed Tasha was "half-Asian girl."

"I thought I recognized him. That's why I went through with it. I didn't want to make things weird in front of your friend, and I didn't think he knew who I was. Plus, my boss was watching and he does not like it when you turn down a dance for no good reason."

Now, Courtney and I aren't that close, but I've been around her long enough to tell when she's lying. And if she wasn't lying, she at least wasn't telling the whole truth. Especially since she was leaning forward, giving me an even better view of her abundant cleavage. I had to get to the bottom of this.

"Why did you hang around us when you were on stage?" I asked. It was my turn to be direct.

"I worked the whole stage," she said, suddenly defensive.

"Yeah, you did a lap or two, but you spent most of the time with your snatch in my face," I retorted. "And it wasn't like you had to make me fondle your tits or anything. You could have given me a so-so lap dance and it wouldn't have made any difference." 

"Don't act like you didn't enjoy it. Why'd you stay through my entire set? I don't know if you're aware of this little brother, but you tipped better than anyone else did. I was just doing the job I was paid for!" Courtney said angrily.

We both just glared at each other for a while. Except for the content, this was oddly reminiscent of some of the fights we had when we were kids. Suddenly, I had to laugh. I couldn't help it. I started cracking up at the sheer absurdity of the situation. Either Courtney was on the same page or the laughter was just contagious, but pretty soon she was rolling on the floor with me.

It took a few minutes, but eventually we calmed down. Courtney leaned up on her elbows and hovered over me, looking me straight in the eye. "Dan," she said. She never calls me Dan. "This meant something. I'm not sure what, but I don't think either of us is going to have any peace until we find out what."

My mouth was dry. "What did you have in mind?" I croaked.

She walked over to my sound system and switched on a CD. "I think it's time we had another dance," she said, smirking.

"Ok," I said, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice.

It was a slow song, again, I don't remember which one. I was transfixed as Courtney drew the sheer silk camisole up and over her naked breasts. Tossing it aside, she turned around and bent over to unzip her skirt. As it dropped to the floor, it revealed her beautiful bare backside and tight snatch. I understood that she planned the whole thing, and wanted this just as much as I did. She strolled over me, leaning towards me as she rested her hands on my hips.

"Lose the pants Kiddo," she ordered. "I don't like rubbing against denim."

"Yes ma'am," I quipped with a mock salute. In a second they were off, and as Courtney began to straddle me, only a thin layer of cloth separated her neatly manicured cunt from my hyper-stimulated cock. Her left breast hung less than an inch away from my nose as she started grinding into me.

 

I couldn't help myself; I instinctively took an erect nipple into my mouth, gently sucking on it and teasing it with my tongue. Courtney didn't seem to mind a bit, she writhed in pleasure, grasping the back of my head, pulling it forcefully into her breast. I returned the favor by grasping her ass with both hands, drawing her further up into my lap. She wrapped her legs around my back, bucking back and forth. My boxers became warm with a sticky dampness, and when she finally dismounted to show off her ass, I saw that her glistening engorged pussy was responsible.

She leaned into me, driving her ass cheeks into my pelvis. I reached up and grasped he breast with my right hand, gently massaging it as I rubbed her inner thigh with my other hand. She arched her back, allowing me to kiss her neck and whisper in her ear. 

"I like watching you dance," I said softly.

"I like dancing for you," she replied.

With that she stood up again and turned to face me. She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me up to stand with her. I reached both hands around the back of her head and drew her into a deep kiss. I savored the feeling of her tongue dueling with mine and gently teasing my lips. Eventually we needed air and we withdrew from the kiss. Neither of us said anything. Courtney gestured down toward my boxers and in an instant they were on the floor. With that, she pushed me back into the chair, where I sat ready to finish our dance.

I had the choice between an office chair with arms, and one without them. I'm so glad I went for the latter. Courtney stepped over my legs, preparing to mount me. As she slid down, I could feel the heat radiating from her cunt as it inched closer and closer to my cock. As the tip of it touched the outside of her lips, I knew I would never look at my big sister the same way again.

I didn't think, I didn't figure out the implications, I didn't even acknowledge that I was a millimeter from committing incest. I just went with it. I relished every sensation as she bore down on me. I could feel all of the warmth, the slick wetness, the friction as her pussy lips settled down at the base of my cock. I was inside her, and it felt good.

We paused for a moment, enjoying the connection. I looked into Courtney's eyes, looking for a lot of different things: anxiety, doubt, regret. Instead, I saw only two. Lust...and love. I saw such love in her eyes that I couldn't believe it. It was as if we had just fulfilled something that had been hanging over our heads our entire lives. I knew because I felt it to. I loved my sister in ways I couldn't even describe, and the look on her face told me she felt the same way. I drew her into another kiss which she reciprocated in earnest.