I'm a man in my early twenties. I had an experience with my sister a few years ago that skyrocketed my sexual awareness and experience into the stratosphere.
I was in my senior year of high school living with my Mom and Dad in a Southern California town. I dated a few girls in school, but I recently broke up with my current girlfriend.
At 17 going on 18, I had grown to over 6 feet in height and weighed 195 pounds. I worked out at school lifting weights and participating in sports every year. I was definitely in good shape. Broad shoulders, small waist with a washboard belly.
Anyway, when my 18th birthday was approaching, my buddies and I decided we'd all go to one of the local strip clubs and see what it was like, and of course, look at some of the naked ladies there.
A few days before my birthday, I came home and found my parents in the living room talking to a young woman. My Dad looked pissed and my Mom was red-eyed and clutching a tissue. I didn't know what was going on here but it didn't seem right. I didn't know this woman but she looked vaguely familiar.
What really struck me was the top she was wearing and how it made her tits look. I almost couldn't keep my eyes away from her tits. She was wearing one of those triangular pieces of material that was fastened by thin straps around her neck and back. The material would gather between her tits and kind of hang from one nipple to the other. I'm not sure how to describe it but I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. I don't think you can with a top like that.
Anyway, I had seen those tops online on a few of the girls on porn sites. She had a lightweight jacket on to cover the rest of her bare skin, but I knew the type of top she was wearing. I was staring hard at her nipples when my Dad snapped me back to reality, "Mike! Wake up bonehead. We're having a conversation with your sister. Go to your room."
My sister!... Debbie?!...I didn't recognize her. She had left home when I was much younger. She was in her late twenties and looking like a model. Well, more like a lingerie model and a rockstar wrapped up in one. She didn't look trashy, but she had an attitude that made me think she had been around. She was tall, but not an amazon. Probably around 5'9", which is kinda tall for a girl, I guess.
My Dad was a big man, I didn't argue with him unless I wanted my butt seriously kicked. So, I trotted around the corner and down the hall to my bedroom. I tossed by bag and jacket on my bed and slipped off my shoes. I then quietly snuck down the hall to where I could hear what they were saying, but they couldn't see me.
I heard Debbie saying she broke up with her boyfriend and had moved back to town. She was living with a girlfriend that had helped her get a job waitressing at a local club. My Dad asked where, but Debbie was reluctant to say at first.
I heard Dad say, "Listen little girl, if you want your Mom and I to loan you money, then you'll tell us everything. Where are you working and where are you living?"
Debbie squeaked out that she was working at The Dinger. 'Holy shit,' I thought. That's a strip club, and from what I hear from my buddy's older brother, one of the best around. She said she was in an apartment a couple of blocks from there, living with a girlfriend.
My Dad was pissed and my Mom started crying. He knew exactly what kind of place The Dinger was. He was not happy and he told her so. I couldn't see Debbie but I could tell she was nervous and her voice was kinda shaky. She said she probably wouldn't work there too much longer, just long enough to make a little cash before she gets a better job. She needed clothes and some money to fix her car.
I heard Dad thumb off some bills and say, "Here's a hundred dollars, and if I hear that Steve is living with you or you are still with him and giving him money. I swear I will come over and cut off his balls." At that my Mom bellowed and cried. I was shaking in my socks. He was pissed off!
"Now, get outa here and try to make something of yourself. Look what you've done to your Mother."
"I'm sorry," Debbie said. "Thanks, Dad...I'm just gonna poke my head around the corner and say hi to Mikey before I leave." Dad grunted, but didn't say anything. I heard Debbie pick up her purse as I bolted back to my room just in time as she walked in the door.
"Hey Mikey, I didn't know who that was walking in the door earlier until Mom said it was you. I can't believe how much you've grown! You must be 18 by now, huh?"
"I turn 18 this Friday.... Where have you been all this time?"
I sat up on the edge of my bed while she walked over and sat down next to me. I got a good smell of her perfume and saw her tits wiggle inside that loose top. My cock started to swell and my jeans got tight around my groin. Her perfume was intoxicating. I could have smelled it on the dog and got a boner.
"I messed up," she said. "Steve, my stupid boyfriend, fucked up my car and started cheating on me. It wasn't the first time, and some of my new girlfriends convinced me to leave. So I did. And here I am. The rest is a long story, and one of these days I'll tell it to you. Right now I gotta go."
"Wait a minute, are we ever gonna see you again?"
She reached in her purse and pulled out a business card. As she did, I got a good long look at her tits bouncing around in her flimsy top as she struggled to fish the card out of her purse. She wrote a number on the back of the card and handed it to me. I took it and saw it was a card from The Dinger. It said Bambi on it and gave her a puzzled look.
"Oh, that's just a card from the one of the girls I work with. I'm a cocktail waitress there. The number on the back is my cell phone. I really gotta go, bye."
We stood up and she gave me a big hug. I could feel her nearly bare tits crush against my chest. I got a huge blast of her perfume as I stuck my head in her hair and neck. My cock was trying to rip my pants wide open. As we parted I saw her look down at the bulge in my pants.
She looked back up and said, "Geez Mikey, you sure have grown into a big, strong handsome young man.... the girls must be going wild." She looked back down at my bulge as she spun around and headed out the door.
I watched her walk out with her skintight jeans and her long blonde hair flowing around her shoulders. Her lingering perfume hung in the air. I quickly closed my door and ripped off my jeans to free my stiff cock.
I looked at the card and read it again... 'The Dinger - Bambi.' Oh fuck, I can't believe it. My sister works at The Dinger? Even though she only serves drinks there, my heart was pounding and my cock was throbbing at the thought of my beautiful older sister working in a place with so many naked girls.
I grabbed some lube from my side table and squirted some on my hard cock. As soon as my fingers wrapped around its girth, it jerked in my hand and grew even larger. I stroked a few times and picked up the card she had given me. I put it to my nose and whiffed. Oh, jeezus, I could smell her perfume.
I opened my eyes and glanced down to see a cell phone laying on the floor. It wasn't mine. I picked it up and looked at it. It must be Debbie's. It must have fallen out of her purse when she got the card out. I sniffed it and felt my nostrils flare. Everything of hers smelled like that perfume.
I didn't have time to prepare for what was about to happen. That feeling of no return was already building inside my loins, I groaned and started to buck my hips when my door suddenly creaked open.
