I Found My Sister Stripping

I Found My Sister Stripping

It was a hot summer day when I was walking through town. I had taken a break from my studies to explore the city, and I was grateful for the chance to sight-see. As I strolled along the street, I noticed a bright neon sign in one of the shop windows. It said, “Strip Club”.

I was intrigued by the sign and decided to investigate further. When I stepped inside, I was shocked to see that one of the dancers on the stage was my own sister!

My sister was stripping down to her underwear, and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I quickly stepped out before she could spot me, and I was left feeling confused and embarrassed.

I pondered over what I had seen for some time, trying to make sense of it all. After a while, I decided to confront her and ask her why she was doing this.

When I eventually plucked up the courage to talk to her, she told me that she was working to help support her family. She explained that she had been struggling since our father died, and that she had to do something to make ends meet.

My sister had taken on a job as a stripper to make some extra money. Although I didn’t like the idea of her doing this, I could understand her situation and decided not to judge her.

I wanted to help my sister, so I offered to give her some money. She refused, saying that she wanted to provide for her family herself. I insisted, but she eventually accepted my offer.

From that day on, I started to visit my sister at the strip club. She was always so happy to see me, and I was glad that I could provide her with some financial support.

One night, as I was watching her on stage, I started to feel aroused. I had never been attracted to my sister before, but I couldn’t help myself. She was so sexy as she danced, and I felt my arousal grow with every move she made.

After her set, my sister came to sit with me. We talked for a while, and I could feel the heat radiating off her body. I couldn’t resist any longer, and I leaned in to kiss her.

My sister was taken aback at first, but soon she started to respond to my advances. We kissed passionately for what felt like hours, and I felt my arousal reach an all-time high.

As our kiss continued, I started to feel my hands exploring her body. I caressed every inch of her, taking in every curve and every line. I felt her body trembling with pleasure beneath my touch, and it only made me want her more.

Eventually, I pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. She was breathing heavily and I could feel her heart racing. I asked her if she wanted to go to my room, and she nodded.

We quickly left the club, and I led her to my apartment. As soon as we were inside, I pushed her against the wall and kissed her hungrily. She melted into my arms, and I could feel her arousal growing.

I started to undress her, and as I saw her naked body, I felt my desire reach an even higher level. I kissed her all over, exploring her every inch with my lips and tongue.

My sister was moaning with pleasure as my hands roamed her body. I started to move lower and lower, teasing her with my tongue as I went. She gasped as I teased her clitoris, and soon she was begging for more.

I flipped her onto her back and spread her legs. I started to thrust inside her, and as I did, I felt her whole body shuddering with pleasure. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, and soon I was pushing her to the edge of ecstasy.

My sister was screaming out my name as she came, and I followed shortly behind her. We lay there for a few moments, both panting in pleasure.

We lay there for a few moments, both panting in pleasure. Afterward, we talked for hours, and she opened up to me in ways she had never before. We discussed her job, her family, and our relationship.

At the end of the night, my sister thanked me for understanding her situation and supporting her. I thanked her for being so open and honest with me, and for being so brave.

That night, I found my sister stripping. But more importantly, I found a new level of understanding and intimacy with her.