Date: Wed, 9 May 2018 22:59:53 +0000 (UTC) From: Las Vegas Subject: My Pole Dancing Sister My Pole Dancing Sister, A Rather Longish-Short Story Bisexual, Incest Nifty/Prolific Author/Las Vegas If you enjoy these stories, please contribute to Nifty Whenever I am traveling on business I try and get to a titty bar. I love sitting there drinking a beer and watching the girls pole dance, remembering when I was 17 and my 14-year old sister would pole dance for me. Such a long legged, slim body. She'd be wearing only an old basketball jersey of mine, cropped so that it barely covered her tits, without a bra her small breasts so enticing. And a G-string. Her entire ass was exposed and her pussy barely concealed because the material covering her cunt lips was not even as wide as my thumb. She's look me right in the eyes, slowly twirl so that she ended up facing away from me. Spread her feet wide apart and then bend all the way over so that she could place her hands flat on the floor. Her entire crotch on display for me, showing just a hint of pussy fuzz as she did not have pubic hair at that age. She'd look over her shoulder back at me, her loose hanging hair covering part of her shoulder and part of her face and she'd smile. Once as a joke I reached up and put a dollar in her G-string and slapped her ass. She said, "You are not allowed to touch the dancer". But I touched, touched and much more. When my parents first looked at the house that was to be our new home we discovered there was a dance studio in the basement. On wall entirely covered by glass, a wooden ballet bar along another wall, a wood floor, and a dance pole right in the middle of the room. My sister went up and grabbed the pole and asked what that was for, and my mother said, "Never you mind". The realtor got a tiny smile on his face. My dad told her it was for strength building, and then winked at me. Well my mother's comment coupled with my dad's wink which my sister saw was too much for my sister to ignore and that night she came to my room. My sister wanted to know what the pole was for and why she was not supposed to know, and why my dad had winked. When I told her that it was for dancing she was like, "Is that all?". She didn't believe me. She thought because our mother and dad were so mysterious there had to be more. And so, I got on YouTube and called up pole dances and she was like, "OMG". She said it was so sexy and could see why you needed strength to do it. And then I let the other shoe fall, I pulled up some extremely erotic stuff. I'm talking the topless, leg spread wide type dances. She was not looking at me when she said, "I hope we buy that house". The day my mother picked up the keys to the house my dad was traveling on business, and so after school my sister asked to go see the house. I drove her. As soon as we entered she made a beeline for the basement. She grabbed the pole and walked around it and said she wanted to dance. I told her to go ahead. She replied that she was not strong enough and I said just start. She was still in her school uniform which consisted of a white blouse and a pleated skirt and when she twirled around the pole the skirt flared and I saw all the way up her thighs to her white brief style panties. I liked it. I liked it a lot. I'm talking hardon type of like. She said gosh you saw my panties, and I told her it was no big deal as she was going to have to get rid of them anyway. She had this look like I was crazy, and she shook her head no and told me she was not taking her panties off. I called her a ninny and said not off and dance without panties, but you will have to get yourself a thong like professional pole dancers wear. She wanted to know why she had to do that, and I told her she needed to start working on her act. I could tell by her face she did not understand and so I told her she could not wear little girls' underwear when dancing. It was going to limit her moves. Then she said, "Oh, yea". Just like that she bought the argument. She forgot that I too had seen the videos. Her practicing pole dancing was our secret. I had told her if mother and dad found out they would take the pole out. Then, I offered to help with tips, since her computer was in the upstairs landing so that my parents could monitor it and mine was in my room we could watch videos together so that she could get ideas for her act. At night she would come to my room and we would watch videos that every night became progressively more pornographic, and I could not wait until we moved into the new house. You may think that two weeks with lots of activity flew by but the anticipation of my sister doing erotic pole dances (for me) made it seem like it was crawling slower than molasses. The other thing is that you may be imagining me masturbating to thoughts of my sister. Well, I started masturbating every day, and sometimes several times a day long before my sister expressed an interest in pole dancing. From the time I was 13 I jerked off thinking about my mom, my aunts, my mom's friends, the girls in my neighborhood, the girls in school, and the girls that worked with me at the movie theatre when I started high school. I never lacked for something to get me horny as I was always horny, and always hard. I'd jerk off and start thinking about sex again right away. And no, this did not get me started jerking off thinking about my kid sister, as I was already masturbating with thoughts of her in my head since she was 12 and me 15. One day we were watching a particularly nasty dance video where the girl practically is shoving her crotch into a guy face, and my sister said she could never bring herself to buy those kinds of panties. So, I offered to buy them for her. She was amazed I would be willing to do that for her (yes, or course I was doing it just for her -- Ha Ha). I asked what size panties she wore, and she said girls' large. I said I needed to see them and she said she would be right back. I told her just turn around, after all I'm only looking at the size in back, and with that she turned. I pulled her shorts and panties away from her body and went hard at the sight of her ass. I told her to turn around and she asked what for, and I said to make sure I got the right size and that they are not too tight as all girls are different "down there". She said, "really?" and with that she turned. The snug white briefs looked awesome laying along her pussy, with a slight indentation along the lips. I said yes really that some girls had thicker pussy lips than others (I used the words pussy lips), or a more pronounced camel toe. When she asked why I told her I did not know and put my hand down between her legs and squeezed her lips to show her the thickness of her own pussy lips and how they puffed out when squeezed together the way I was doing it, and then used my finger to trace her camel toe all around from the top down the left side, under and them back up the other side and down the middle of her camel toe where her cunt covered her clit, and even pushed my finger tip in at the top of her pussy opening where her clit was. She reacted with an intake of air. Well, now that I had touched her I planned to touch her again and soon. Buying panties was a lot easier than I thought it would be. I went Frederick's of Hollywood at the mall as soon as it opened during the week and told the lady I needed an extra sexy pair of panties as a gift. I walked out with a small thong that seemed to be a waist and a crotch strings with a tiny bow in front. Nothing else. Now those panties I did beat off with as soon as I got home being careful not to get cum on them. That night when my sister came to my room I gave the new G-string to her and told her to take her panties off and put on the thong. She against asked why and I told her so that I could return them if they did not fit. She said she'd be right back and when I asked where she was going she said to change. I pretended to be exasperated and told her just do it here as I am going to see you in them when you practice your dancing. She said, "You are going to watch me?". I said of course, I can give you suggestions and if you fall I can be there to make sure you didn't hurt yourself, and that way mother and dad won't find out what you are doing. She still wanted to know why she had to change her panties in front of me and I told her I'd turn around, but I didn't. She did not wait for me to look away, she just reached under her tee (a tee and panties is all she was wearing) and pulled off her briefs and when I held my hand out she instinctively handed the panties she had taken off to me. She put on the G-string, her tee raising almost to her waist when she pulled the thong up which made for an awesome sight, and I told her to turn around so that I could check the fit, and when she did and was facing away from me I took a silent and long whiff of the panties she had been wearing all day. The amora made my cock twitch. When I told her to hold her tee up so that I could check the fit in front she did not hesitate. She was getting comfortable with me. The thong looked wonderful and nasty and I pretended to check the fit all the way around but mostly I just admired the look of those nothing panty she was wearing. I did move the material in the front up to pull it against her pussy and saw the tong slip into the dent of her pussy lips. She reacted to that, let me tell you, with a look of surprise. Don't think that I immediately started putting my hands all over her. No, it was a series of little steps. For example, we'd go to the basement after my parents went to sleep and she'd practice her dancing on the pole and I would kneel on the floor and watch her move. I'd make little suggestions like telling her to move slower. I suggested she occasionally raise her tee with one hand and hold it at her stomach so that she could be more sensuous, exposing her G-string covered pussy to me. Ever had a cunt starting your right in your face, covered by just a tiny bit of material? It's arousing. The touching was also gradual. I'd use my fingertips to lightly feel her skin up high under her tee, or I might use the back of my hands to feel the inside or her thigh under the tee. She and I began working on her "dance" outfit. She wanted to wear a tee like the girls wear at Hooters, tied behind her back, but I convinced her to take one of my old basketball jerseys and tear the sides down some even though the jersey already hung loose on her and cut it with a pair of scissors so that it barely reached the bottom of her titties. The net effect was that I would see the tops, sides and even the under boob of her tits. She was getting so used to my hands being on her that she did not even notice when I started touching her for reals. I'm talk grabbing her ass, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples, rubbing her pussy. The first time I slipped a dollar into her G-String as a joke, when she had said don't touch the dancer, she laughed. And the first time I slapped her ass playfully, an upward swing that just barely smacked her ass cheek, but enough to make the ass cheek jiggle, and a nice solid whack sound, her mouth dropped, but she did not protest. Not sure when the idea of fucking her came to me. Maybe it developed gradually like the other stuff she was letting me do. I took to standing next to her as she danced. I'd stand behind her when she faced away from me up close so that I would be pressing my erection into her ass and rub her as she slithered in front of me and I'd inhale the smell of her hair. Once I told her she felt good and as I leaned forward to whisper it to her she leaned back, and I found myself talking into her hair, my lips just barely touching her scalp. That was the first time she bent all the way over for me putting her hands on the floor and I put one hand on her hip to pull her back against my cock while I moved my dick against the crack of her ass, and the other hand I moved under the jersey and rubbed her back. So soft. I think she liked bending over for me as much as I liked having her bend over because she started doing it a lot. And, I went from using a hand on her hip and another on her back to both hands reaching under and inside the jersey and around so that I was hold her by her breasts as I pumped my dick into her body. The night that I sucked her tits and finger fucked her for the first time I was standing behind her pumping my cock into her crotch, no longer the ass but with her bending over and my bending my knees a little my cock head was poking at her pussy lips (I had taken to going to the basement in just briefs; I was not even wearing a t-shirt), I told her to turn around and dance facing me, and as she did I dropped to my knees. First, I suck and bit her tits through the jersey, with both my hands in between her legs. Then, I used my head to push the jersey up and my mouth was on bare breasts. I sucked and bit the tits and nipples and my fingers (plural) found their way into her thong. She was wet, her pussy running with juices. She never stopped moving. In fact, I think my titty sucking and finger fucking made her gyrations more pronounced. I shot my wad into my briefs (have I mentioned I had taken to wearing nothing but briefs when we went to the basement?), and she came on my fingers. The next day she told me we should stop. There were several reasons: She was afraid my parents would find out. She didn't want to go where this seemed to be going. She was not comfortable doing that kind of stuff with me. By "stuff" I understood it to mean her getting fucked. I said fine but that I had planned a special move for her. That got her interest for she stopped her nonsensical babbling. She wanted to know what it was, and I said to just drop it if she wanted to stop. I did not want her doing anything she did not want to do. She was stupid enough to fall for it and said, well just one more time. We went to her room where she changed into her pole dance act outfit. She literally took off her panties and tee and put on the jersey and G-string right in front of me, and as I watched her nude and I started going hard. As I followed her to the basement my hands were all over her ass, tits, even touching between her legs, and I was kissing her shoulder and her hair telling her she was going to love what I had come up with. In the two minutes it took to walk to the basement we were both aroused; me with a hardon and she with harden nipples. When she started dancing I told her to turn her back to the pole and lean against the pole so that the pole was supporting her body, and to reach up and behind her with two hands and hold on to the pole to steady herself. I then dropped to my knees in front of her, had her leave on foot on the floor and raise the other leg and place it over my shoulder, and I leaned into her, pushing my face between her legs. When my mouth started in on her she started wringing her body, moving against me, trying to squeeze her hips together as best she could to trap my face, pushing her hips back and forth so that she moved her crotch up and down along my face from my nose to my chin, and slowly her hands started letting go so that the weight of her body came down on my face. I licked at her cunt as if the G-string was not there, and soon I discovered my tongue was strong enough to move the wet material aside and I was eating pussy. She came. Then she came again. The third time she came I also came. We were both breathing very hard. She said we can't do that ever again. I told her OK, that from now on we would just do that dancing the way we had been doing it. She said fine as if the idea of getting fucked had finally penetrated her (no pun intended) and she was accepting the inevitable. I fucked her. Not a in few days, or even the next night. Right then and there with her cunt juices drying on my face. I told her to keep dancing and quickly got so hard from the way she wantonly danced for me, and the idea I was going to fuck her. She was bending over when I pushed my cock into her and as I grabbed her by her hair I pumped away as fast and hard and I could. I wanted to see my cock buried in her cunt, imagining my dick filling her pussy and possibly coming out of her mouth. She had been dancing for me slowly, moving against my body, my hands which had moved her the jersey up toward her neck rubbing her almost completely nude body. Feeling the softness and the firmness had my dick throbbing. Without her realizing it I took my dick out of my briefs through one of the leg openings, and I used my wrists to pull down her G-string by moving my hands slowly down her body and into the G-string, letting my wrist curve away from her so that as I continued moving my hands down the legs the G-string caught on my hands and moved down with my hands to her knees. I pushed the G-string down as far as I could as her feet were spread wide apart, and I looked down and saw the G-string stretched as far as possible with a big wet spot right at the point the material touched her crotch and knew she was ready... I certainly was, wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her in place and used my other hand to put my dick at her pussy lips and entered her. She was wet, and the hard cock slipped in about an inch and a half with my first thrust. I felt myself take her virginity, but only for a second and I quickly pulled my cock back a little and this time when I pushed my hips forward she pushed her hips back against me and I was in all the way. I reached up with both hands grabbed her by her hair and fucked. I must have fucked her hundreds of times after that night. After I graduated from high school I told my parents I was going to community college while I decided on a major, but I just wanted to live at home. While I still had her give me pole dances (couldn't part with those), I also went to her bed almost every night, and some nights I stayed with her in her bed all night. I discovered she had a fondness for cock and an even bigger fondness for tongue and this meant I could grab her and fuck her anytime I wanted. I remember one day she came home from school wearing that sexy school uniform with the now tight fitting while blouse (her tits were filling out), and her short, pleased skirt. I took her in the hallway standing up knowing we were alone in the house. I put my hands under her skirts and while we Frenched I pulled off her white brief panties and took out my cock and fucked her. It happened so quick that I was still hard when I came, so I turned her around and fucked her from behind with her pressed against the wall. Plus, all the fucking gave me more confidence with women in general, and they realized I was a great lover. They did not know it was because I got so much practice at fucking. And so, the word got out that I was good in bed. I even fucked my boss. I got a job as the merchandise clerk at Frederick's. The manager there got to know me from my stopping by so much to buy G-strings and eventually crotchless panties, and once made a joke about my buying the sexy stuff for myself. I looked her in the eye and said the size small would never hold me. When she hired me, I fucked her the first day on the job. One last thing you might find interesting. One day my family and I went to dinner and I saw one of the truck drivers that delivered product to where I worked. I introduced him, and he chatted with us for about 5 or 10 minutes. He was a big, handsome, and very black dude. That night while my sister was dancing against my cock she asked if I though the driver liked pole dances. The question got me so aroused I threw her to the floor and fucked her and while I was fucking her I told was going to arrange for her to fuck the driver, and quickly corrected myself and told her I meant for her to dance for him. She laughed.