Sisters Surprise Striptease

Myles heard the music start and lifted his camera, prepared to photograph whatever debauchery was about to occur at Fletcher's birthday party. Myles' best friend, the blonde, blue eyed Fletcher, a tall, handsome and charming man, was turning thirty and the small group of friends were celebrating with characteristic hedonism. Fletcher, Myles, Hiroto and Diallo had gotten a cabin by a lake near their city for the weekend to celebrate the first of the friends to hit thirty.

Hiroto's Japanese parents were incredibly wealthy and the allowance they gave their adult son fuelled most of the insane adventure the friends went on. Hiroto was tall, lean and equally as handsome as Fletcher, even if in stark contrast to the shiny, outgoing, blonde man. The athletic, well coiffed Hiroto had a dark, brooding charisma and often instigated the worst debauchery. It fell to Diallo to be the planner in the group. The stocky, body-builder was the shortest of the friends, but by far the most powerfully built. The outgoing, African-born, Canadian-raised Diallo had a mind for organization and seemed to always find a way to make every gathering unique and memorable.

Myles, the shy one, was also tall for the wider world, but shorter than Fletcher and Hiroto. A slender photographer who said less than the others, biding his time and usually able to crack them all up with a well time quip, Myles felt a deep sense of contentment being with his friends. When Myles' parents divorced when he was ten, his father had moved out and the boy rarely saw his father after that. It got worse when the distant man remarried and started another family. It left a hole that Myles filled by spending time with dynamic, masculine men who fostered a sense of camaraderie in Myles he badly needed for his wounded soul.

As the horn blast, music sting introduction to the song filled the cabin from Diallo's amazingly loud blue tooth speaker, Myles recognized Joe Cocker's "You Can Leave Your Hat On." The front door to the cabin burst inward and a female police officer strode inside, slammed the door and began to dance.

The men cheered and whooped as they realized that somehow their muscular friend had arranged for a stripper all the way out by the lake. Dressed in a uniform that looked out-of-date without a Kevlar vest, body cam or radio, she wore a loose fitting, blue uniform shirt with badges sewn on the shoulders and chest, loose trousers and a utility belt with a gun, baton and handcuffs dangling from it. Her brown hair was tucked under her uniform hat, her pale face stern with a harsh, red lipsticked mouth set in a frown. Huge mirrored sunglasses hid half her face as she scanned the cheering men and swayed her hips to the music.

Spotting Fletcher, the police officer handcuffed his wrist to the kitchen chair he was sitting on as a throbbing piano rhythm established the groove of the song. Myles snapped photographs as the activity progressed, hiding a huge grin behind his digital camera.

"

Baby take off your coat

" the first line of lyrics began, Joe Cocker's raspy voice seductive and sly.

"

Real slow

"

The police officer gyrated her hips in a sexy, grinding swirl as she untied her necktie at the suggested pace of real slow. The slender woman, far smaller than any lady officer Myles had ever seen, danced with a raw sexuality, her firmly set mouth now sneering in a confident, one-sided grin that pinged an old memory in Miles, but the file wouldn't load, the dance was too distracting.

"

And take off your shoes

" she lifted one plain black shoe onto the chair between Fletcher's thighs and he followed directions.

"

I'll take off your shoes

"

One-handed, Fletcher untied her lace and held her shoe as she lifted one dainty foot from the leather.

"

Baby, take off your dress

Yes, yes, yes

"

As Fletcher removed both her shoes, she unbuttoned her shirt, slowly revealing a sexy Halloween-store cop uniform underneath.

"

You can leave your hat on

"

The chorus pulsed through the room and, as the brass horns punctuated her movements, she tossed the shirt aside revealing that the sexy, second uniform was much smaller and skimpier, the shirt hardly covering the boobs spilling out of a tight, padded bra.

"

Go over there

Turn on the lights

All the lights

"

With one violent movement she ripped off her uniform pants. Hidden velcro flaps holding them in place gave way and the pants came off like magic revealing blue bikini bottoms with a police badge on the crotch and the word Police written across her tight, little butt. The men cheered at the sudden flash of toned, bare legs. The stripper was tanned, her slim body athletic and sexy as she whirled around the floor in front of the handcuffed birthday boy.

"

Come over here

Stand on that chair

Yeah, that's right

"

Smiling broadly at their enthusiasm for her performance, the stripper undid the three buttons holding her straining little shirt in place. The buttons popped satisfyingly as she pulled them open, her breasts swelling out over her demi-cup bra, which was also blue, but latex and shiny, with pockets stencilled to look like yet another tiny police uniform.

"

Raise your arms up in the air

And now shake 'em"

The dancer shook her nearly bare breasts and the men cat-called as she jiggled for them.

"Now give me a reason to live

"

Gyrating and grinding to the music, the talented dancer, undulated her lithe body, captivating the men as more flesh appeared, her smooth skin soft and appealing, her muscles defined and feminine as she performed for them. Snapping photos, Myles once again felt a pang of the familiar, had he met the dancer before?

"

Sweet darling

(You can leave your hat on)

You can leave your hat on, baby

"

Undoing her bra, she seductively moved to the slinky choir of women's voices echoing Joe's chorus. The performance was inspired, the dancer clearly enjoying not only showing her body, but dancing itself. It didn't look as if she were formally trained necessarily, but she was talented and enthusiastic, her moves sultry and sensuous. As a saxophone solo took over, she dropped her bra and bared firm, inviting B-cup breasts to the grateful, cheering men.

"

Suspicious minds are talkin'

They're tryna tear us apart

"

Showing her naked torso to them, the exotic dancer gyrated around the room giving each man a close look at her gorgeous, tanned body. As Myles snapped pics while she danced for him, he marvelled at her perfect breasts. There were no tan lines over the smooth globes, or showing around the tiny bottoms she still wore.

"

They don't believe in this love of mine

They don't know what love is

"

A sexy, triumphant melody of brass and guitars punctuated Joe's words and the girl faced away from her audience, thrusting her gorgeous ass toward them. As Joe repeated "

They don't know what love is"

and the echo of brass and guitar thrummed, the lady cop pulled her panties down, stepping out of them with exaggerated moves timed to the throbbing music.

"

Yeah, I know what love is

"

Pulling off her hat, she let her hair cascade down her back in a shimmery sheet of straight brown hair, silky and thick, a curtain of gorgeous tresses. Another surge of familiarity briefly bloomed in Myles as he took photos and grinned at the performance from behind his camera.

Holding her hat in front of her now bare crotch. The girl swirled and danced to the music, whipping her mane around her head wildly. Dancing with wild abandon, she managed to keep the hat between her captivated audience and nude sex while flinging herself around the room dancing sexily. Finally, she lay down and spread herself before them, the hat tossed aside and her sunglasses gone.

Laying on the rug lain over the hardwood floor, the slim dancer displayed herself. Sprawled on the floor, gorgeous chest heaving from her efforts, tight belly pumping, thighs spread wide, the sexy stripper caressed her smoothly shaved sex while the music faded out and the men cheered.

Everyone except Myles, who stood frozen as he at last saw the girl's face as fully revealed as her naked body. It had been three years since the last time he'd seen her and it had been in a very different context, yet there was no mistaking the crooked, beaming smile she gave the applauding men.

It was just like their father's.

Myles' half sister Sloan lay on the floor as a sultry song by Beyonce spilled from Diallo's speaker. Sloan fondled her breasts and diddled her clit, her performance not over. With spasmodic twitches of his index finger, Myles carried on documenting his half-sister's lechery, the offending digit automatically pressing the shutter button over and over, his mind numb with the discovery that he was powerful aroused by his little sister's naked and alluring body.

Over the years, Myles had visited his father's new family one or twice a year, reluctantly getting to know his step-mother and half sister. As he reached his teens he enjoyed going there less and less, his annoying little sister a constant pest, his stepmother a domineering, self-absorbed bully and his father just as absent when in the same room as when in a different city.

A city on the same side of the lake his friends were staying at.

As the music continued, Sloan crawled to Fletcher, who was still handcuffed to the chair and she scrambled onto his lap to begin grinding on the bulge in his jeans. A seductive, writhing minx, the enticing girl aroused all the men present, even her brother who she hadn't recognized behind the camera he used to record her wanton display.

As his brain whirled in confusion and lust, Myles argued with himself. One part shouted that he had to stop her, stop taking pictures and leave, while the other part of him simply carried on as if nothing had been changed by his discovery. That part was delighted by the captivating nude woman undulating on his best friend's lap, her gorgeous body hypnotizing him. As captivating as her supple movements were, Sloan's beautiful face drew Myles' eyes with guilty pleasure. Horrified anticipation built inside him as he ogled the forbidden gift of seeing his sister stark naked and behaving so lewdly.

What would happen when she realized what Myles was doing?

Knowing he should say something, Myles stayed silent, the sight of his sister grinding her sex onto Fletcher's thigh was too exciting, Myles moved even closer to take photos of her vulva smushed against Fletcher's jeans. As if his lust for her had gravitational pull, Myles crept nearer as Sloan gave Fletcher a lap dance. Taking close up photos of her body, capturing her pale, pink nipples in crisp detail, her flat stomach straining as she moved, her ass flexing and clenching as she ground her vulva down on Fletcher. The compulsion to record her body in every detail filled Myles with dreadful lust as he zoomed in on every titillating aspect of her adorable form.

As a teen, Sloan had been shy and reserved, making it easier to ignore her at family gatherings or when he visited for holidays. Myles resented his father and his new family and the more Sloan tried to win his approval, the more distant Myles became. Hoping to hurt his father, the older child rejected the newer child.

After university, Myles had grown up and stopped trying to hurt either his father or his new family, but life had taken Myles away from them none-the-less and it had been three years since he'd last seen Sloan. It had been her high-school graduation and she'd been delighted he'd come. That day together had been the closest he'd ever felt to the shy, skinny girl, but he'd still not established any regular contact with her. They didn't text, or follow each other on social media and rarely e-mailed. Just on birthdays and major holidays.

Since he'd last seen her, his little sister had gotten much fitter, muscles rippled across her nubile body as she continued dancing for Fletcher. Maybe Sloan had been taking dance classes, she was a very good mover. It was obvious she spent a lot of time doing cardio and something that gave her tremendous flexibility, she could bend and stretch amazingly. There was no denying his little sister was attractive, exciting and excellent at her job, if this was how she made a living.

As she pulled the birthday boy's t-shirt off his body, bunching it at his left wrist where the handcuff stopped her taking it all the way off, Myles moved behind her and photographed her ass and her sex peeping between her buttocks. Outraged by his own perversion, Myles none-the-less did his best to take amazing shots of his little sisters genitals as she undid his best friends belt and zipper.

Unable to stop himself, he watched with amazement, taking photos of his little sister pulling Fletcher's jeans and underwear down, exposing an impressive erection. Moving in for a better view of Sloan kneeling in front of Fletcher, Myles captured every moment as the slim dancer took the birthday boy's straining cock in both hands and began stroking it up and down sensually, the look on her face a mix of raw lust and mischievous glee.

What had happened to change the insecure, skinny girl he'd known into the raunchy, outrageous slut stroking a stranger's cock?

With overt arousal radiating from her, Sloan massaged Fletcher's thick member as music continued blaring and Myles carried on photographing everything. Disbelieving what he was seeing, Myles watched and recorded his little sister as she jacked Fletcher off, her adorable face moving closer and closer to his cock as if she couldn't resist its appeal.

When she began caressing his knob with her lips, running his tip in circles around her mouth, Myles zoomed in close, framing just her flushed face and Fletcher's cock. With slow, sensual licks, she wet Fletcher's tip gently, her tiny, pink tongue flicking his swollen flesh. Tossing her long tresses over one shoulder out of the way, Sloan softly lapped Fletcher's entire erection, her teasing licks gradually growing firmer, wetter and more lewd. Soaking his whole cock in spit, Sloan bathed him thoroughly, obscenely stroking Fletcher's cock with increasingly sloppy brushes of her her immodestly extended tongue.

Seething jealousy burned in Myles' chest. Unreasonable anger that Fletcher was the one receiving Sloan's adoration seeped into Myles' mind. Fletcher was a handsome, fit man, with a gorgeous body and a bigger than average erection and Myles felt keen envy of his friend's many attributes and excellent luck. As his own sister worshipped his best friend's cock, Myles filmed it in expert detail wishing it were him in that chair receiving such a fantastic blowjob from an unbelievably sexy woman. The fact that the sexy girl in question had once craved Myles' attention as desperately as she appeared to desire Fletcher's now galled Myles.

Shy and hesitant around women, Myles suffered in silence as every woman he met fell for one of his other friends. Now that the one girl who had ever idolized him for any reason abased herself at Fletcher's feet, Myles found himself craving that affection for himself. Wanting his cock to be in Sloan's mouth receiving what looked like the best blow-hob he'd ever seen, Myles hated himself for that desire even as he captured her sordid act from less than two feet away.

As Sloan began suckling and licking Fletcher's heavy scrotum, Myles felt his stomach clench with suppressed nausea. Nuzzled against the squirming sack of flesh, she sucked a testicle into her mouth. Fletcher moan lewdly as Sloan worked her mouth around his balls. The sounds of Fletcher's approval and Sloan's slurping mouth spiked anguish in Myles' heart and lust in his libido. For several moments, Sloan lapped Fletcher's heavy balls, her delight evident as she rubbed her clit with insistent strokes of her left hand and jacked Fletcher's shaft with her right.

With a heart filled with ash, Myles used his beloved camera to capture every salacious detail of his sister demeaning herself for money, on her knees, sucking the cock of a man she didn't know. How had Diallo found her? What had brought his sister to such a low state? Asking those questions silently, Myles tried to occupy the guilt-ridden part of his brain with useless questions while the animal part of him delighted in seeing his sister debase herself by sucking cock for money.

What was wrong with him that his little sister's degradation excited him so much? The more of slut she showed herself to be, the more aroused her big brother found himself. Nothing was too sordid. When Sloan lowered her mouth to below Fletcher's balls and began licking his taint, then his asshole, Myles caught it all on camera, his own erection nearly bursting with blood as his body strained with passion.

"Fuck yeah!" Fletcher crowed as the whore thrust her tongue into his anus. "This is fucking wild!"

"Happy birthday brother!" Diallo shouted, dancing to Sloan's music and sipping a beer, his eyes locked on Sloan's face buried between Fletcher's wide spread thighs.

The thought of his friends seeing his little sister behaving like such a slut filled Myles with shame and lust in equal measure. The idea of them knowing who she was hadn't occurred to him until just then, and he scanned their faces to see if they were grinning at him, waiting for him to figure it out. Instead all three friends were riveted by his sister's performance and seemed oblivious to Myles' turmoil.

"I'm your slutty little present. Go ahead and cum as soon as you want baby" Sloan spoke from between Fletcher's legs. "I intend to drain your balls more than once, if you let me."

Hearing her voice stabbed Myles with intense guilt, the familiar mouth saying words he never thought to hear her say.

"She's all yours buddy!" Hiroto added, the one paying for her services no doubt.

"Thanks boys! This is the best present ever! I'll be sure to share when I'm finished!" He grinned, using his free hand to push Sloan's head back over his erection.

As his sister's mouth filled with his friend's cock, Myles tensed thinking about his other friends having her too. Not only did the thought fill him with profound lust, it also caused him massive anxiety. Sloan would find out it was him soon and then what would happen? Dreading her reaction to his violation, he carried on photographing her depravity, his own lust compelling him to continue in spite of knowing full well how wrong it was.

Slobbering over his member, Sloan gobbled Fletcher's knob, her moans of pleasure inciting her big brother. Shielded behind his camera, Myles captured every lecherous detail of his sister's perverted display. The well practised expertise she used to bring Fletcher to orgasm stunned Myles and when his friend announced he was going to cum, Myles was gripped with a hatred for his friend he'd never thought possible. Awful jealousy stabbed Myles as his little sister received Fletcher's load of sperm, her hands milking his manhood, draining every drop of his semen into her suckling mouth.

Wishing desperately that it was his cum she held on her extended tongue, Myles watched Sloan show Fletcher the jism she'd pulled from him held on her cupped organ. Wriggling it, Sloan displayed the substantial amount of sperm, clearly enjoying being a little slut. Ostentatiously she swallowed and showed them all her now empty mouth, the good girl smiling proudly at her achievement.

"Whose next?" Fletcher laughed as he recovered from his climax.

Unable to believe he'd just taken photographs of his little sister's tongue cupping his friends load of sperm, Myles stepped behind Sloan, so she wouldn't see his face as he gathered himself, his mind reeling with what was happening.