Mike tossed and turned in his bed, unable to sleep because of the creaking sounds of his big sister Cheryl's bed next door. Undoubtedly, the slut had picked up another random guy and brought him home for the night, or at least for a few hours. He never liked his sister very much, they had always been rivals growing up, and the sounds of her having sex just a few feet away on the other side of the wall pissed him off to no end. Even though she was 24, she still lived at home with their parents. She told them she was going to school. Mike doubted it. He thought she was just lazy and probably turned tricks for spare change when she wasn't at her dead end job at 7-11.
He heard her start to moan and her guy friend grunt, so he knew that at least mercifully, it would be over soon and he could get some rest. What pissed him off more than a little bit was the fact that the sounds of her having sex were somewhat erotic, especially since he wasn't getting any action right now, so more than likely he'd have a hard on by the time they were done and he's have to take care of it himself. Mike couldn't wait until she moved her ass out, or maybe he would move out first. Having just turned 18, he hadn't quite decided on whether he was going to go to college, or maybe get a job or join the military or something. Sure enough, after a couple of minutes of moaning and groaning, the squeaking of the bed stopped. Almost immediately their after he heard Cheryl's bedroom door slam, and then the sound of the front door close as well. Jesus, Mike thought, she didn't even give the poor guy a chance to dry his dick off.
Mike was suddenly thirsty. He pulled on his boxers and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. As he passed the stairs, he could hear his Dad snoring from upstairs. If only he and Mom knew what his whore sister was doing while they slept. As he went into the kitchen, he saw Cheryl standing there, buck naked, with the refrigerator door open drinking orange juice straight from the carton.
"Aghhh, my eyes!" he exclaimed, " I'm blind!" Mike was only joking however. Even though she was his sister, and he couldn't stand her, she had a really hot, although slutty body. She had pert 34b cups, with perfectly round aureole, and very erect little pinprick nipples. Her flat stomach gave way to a full set of pussy lips. She was shaved into a thin landing strip shape, and a small metal bar hung beneath through her clit hood. Her legs were slender and slightly muscular, and her skin was pale and very smooth. Cheryl's claim to fame though, was her big round ass. It was disproportionately big compared to the rest of her body, almost to the point of looking strange, but not quite. Cheryl flaunted it shamelessly wherever she went too, to attract the attention from men that she loved. Mike knew that her ass may look pretty good now, but she had better enjoy it now, because in a few years, the thing would be wider than all outdoors. All in all though, he actually found her physically very attractive.
"Shut up, you little shit!" she fired back angrily. "You only wish you were half as sexy as I am."
"Oh please, Cheryl," he retorted, "and by the way, you could at least use a glass so the rest of us don't have to taste that guy's cock germs."
"Blow me, asshole," she said, picking up a dishrag and flinging it at him. "It's the most action you'll ever get!" Cheryl plopped her big ass down in a chair at the kitchen table and started snacking on a donut left over from the morning. Mike was amazed at how this slutty broad could sit down at the table stark naked at the kitchen table in her parent's house, with her brother watching her no less, and more than likely with some guy's jism running out of her, and casually eat like she was having brunch at a cafe.
Mike had enough of looking at her for now, and decided to go back to bed. "Well if you're done giving it up for tonight, I think I'll go back to sleep now that it's quiet."
"Tell you hand I said hello, jerkoff," she said to him, flipping him off as he walked out of the kitchen door.
Friday afternoon finally rolled around. Mike had just cashed his paycheck from his part time job at Home Depot, and with no real bills to pay, the money was burning a whole in his pocket. He decided to let off a little steam and go to a local strip club. Perfect 10, as it was called, was far from perfect. It was on the other side of town from his house, near the airport and generally featured average looking girls, and less than average clientele. But it was the only club in town that would admit guys under 21 before last call, and he knew a bartender there that was notoriously lax with enforcing the minimum drinking age.
Mike called up a couple of his friends, but they were either busy or broke, so it appeared he would have to go it alone. No matter to him, after a couple of beers and a couple of lap dances, he wouldn't care one bit.
Traffic was light and it didn't take him long to get there. He could see by the amount of cars that it was relatively slow for a Friday afternoon. He entered the club and through the smoke that hazed the air, saw the standard kind of people, guys in work shirts with their names on them, and older businessmen that were way too over dressed with nervous looks on their faces, as if their wives might burst through the door at any moment. There were numerous girls already there, with one dancer on each of the clubs three stages, and maybe 10-15 either working the crowd for tips or getting trashed at the far end of the bar. Mike found his bartender and quickly ordered a beer. He stayed at the bar for a while, scanning the room for any of his favorite girls, or perhaps a new hot one, waiting for the beer buzz to settle in. He slammed back the beer and ordered another one.
Mike decided to sit down at a table near the stage, and maybe get a lap dance. As he sat down, the current girl on stage, a hot big breasted black girl who called herself Sapphire was just leaving the stage, and the DJ was announcing the next girl, Desire. Mike looked up and was treated to the delightful sight of a slender, trim young woman with blonde hair down to the middle of her back, sauntering onto the stage to the beat of some generic rock song. She was wearing a blue satin bra and matching G-string, that fit her absolutely perfectly. She was also wearing a pair of ridiculously high heels, at least 5 inches. They made this girls legs look flawless, and her ass appeared as if it was lighter than air. Her ass was so large and round in fact, that all you could see was a tiny triangle of fabric at the small of her back. Something about this girl was familiar to Mike.....
It was probably the beer buzz that he had going, because it took him a few long seconds to realize that he had seen that ass before! It was his sister, Cheryl! His mind was reeling, and he was sure that he was sitting there with his mouth hanging open at the sight of his sister slinking around that stage. His mind was filled with a thousand questions! How long had she been stripping? Why had he never seen her before? Would she even recognize him in the audience? This was too good. He decided to get up from up from the table so that she wouldn't see him, and watch from further away.
As he watched her, he realized that she was very good at it. She spun around the pole, hanging upside down, everything that you would expect a good dancer to do. And she showed off her ass whenever possible, spanking it, shaking it, and spreading it for all the audience to see. And judging by the number of tips that she got, she was popular. It wasn't long before he got seriously turned on watching her up there. As far as he could tell, she hadn't seen him. He could feel his cock start to rise in his pants. He knew that if he kept watching her for too long, he would have a hard on that would be impossible to hide, and he needed to take a piss.
He walked towards the back of the club, near the private VIP lap dance room to the restroom. As he neared the door, he saw a large breasted woman, that looked to be a little older than the norm, wearing a slutty pink baby doll type negligee with her hand down the pants of some older guy who was clearly enjoying it. This club tended to be pretty lax on the rules of what dancers could and couldn't do, as long as the guy was spending enough money. Still, Mike had never quite seen that much action there before.
"Hey watch it," a guy said to him as he was leaving the bathroom. Mike had stopped in the way of the bathroom door as he watched this slut giving a guy a handjob in his pants. Apparently, hearing that guy snapping at Mike spooked her, because she looked up and over at them. Mike almost fell down. It was his other sister Laurie! Both of his sisters worked as strippers. What was even better, Laurie, was 30, and married. He had met her husband a few times, and he was a pretty conservative guy. There was no way that he could have known his devoted wife was flashing her big old tits for tips, and jerking guys off to go along with it. Mike didn't like Laurie very much either. They were both bitches as far as he concerned. She had clearly seen him and recognized him, because she immediately ended her dance with the guy. She didn't even appear to have gotten any money from him. She put her tits back in her lingerie, stood up and raced to the dressing room, making sure not to make eye contact. Mike almost forgot that he had to piss, standing there with a goofy look on his face. This situation was too good to be true. He had the perfect opportunity to get back at his bitchy sisters for all the grief and annoyance that they had caused him over the years. He only needed to find a way to use it to his advantage. He had no need for lap dances, he had gotten all of the satisfaction that needed. He took a piss, and left, his mind already plotting what to do next.
Mike slept well that night, and woke up the next morning to find his parents already off to work. Cheryl was sitting downstairs, munching on leftovers from the day before.
"Morning, Cheryl," he said, chipperly. "Uh, morning." She said, looking at him curiously. She was obviously surprised that she said anything to him. They got along so poorly as a rule, that they usually didn't say anything to each other unless it was a complaint or an insult.
