Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Do you like it?” Delilah grabbed the pole in one hand and spun around it, giving me a view from all angles. “Do you like how the clothes you picked look on me?” she asked.
“Fuck yes, baby.” My voice was a hoarse growl. “You look fucking spectacular.”
“I’m glad you think so.” She gave me a shy smile and then straightened up and looked at me expectantly. “Well? I can’t dance with no music,” she reminded me.
“Oh, right—sorry.”
I hit play on the music remote and the pounding rhythm of Pony began flowing out of the hidden speakers. Delilah seemed to like it, because she nodded and gave me a naughty smile.
“Mmm, nice choice,” she murmured.
And then she began to dance.
I watched as she writhed sinuously around the pole. She was really good—I mean that. She was able to flip and twist all over the place, and yet I knew she couldn’t have been doing it for long. I would have heard about it if she was stripping someplace else. As Packmaster of a very large Pack, I have eyes and ears everywhere.
But right now, my eyes were trained on my little sister as she danced only for me.
Delilah spent some time on the pole, going through about three songs and putting on a very sexy performance. I especially liked a certain move she did where she wrapped her right arm and leg around the pole and threw the left leg and arm out wide.
The move caused her sexy little panties to go even lower, exposing her whole pussy and her wide-spread thighs made her puffy outer cunt lips open even more, putting her throbbing little clit on display. She spun around the pole and then held the position, breasts thrust out and her pussy on full display several times and I felt like she was doing it especially to tease and tempt me.
But at last she left the pole and came towards me, crawling like a cat on her hands and knees. I could feel my heart pounding as I watched her come, but I didn’t tell her to get away. When she reached me, she raised up on her knees and placed her hands on my thighs.
“This is where I ask you again if you want a lap dance,” she murmured in a low, sultry voice. “This is a private performance, so you don’t have to tip me—just enjoy yourself.”
By that time my cock was so hard I felt like I had a fucking telephone pole shoved down the front of my trousers. I couldn’t have said “no” if I wanted to—and I damn sure didn’t want to. I knew it was wrong to get a lap dance from my own little sister, but I couldn’t make myself care anymore.
“All right,” I told her, my voice coming out low and hoarse. “Go ahead—give me a lap dance, baby.”
Delilah gave me another naughty smile.
“Sit back,” she told me. “And spread your legs—I need room to work.”
I did as she said, trying to relax back against the leather couch and letting my thighs fall wide apart for her. But she didn’t get in my lap immediately. Instead she rose to her full height—and then some, thanks to the platform heels—and began to dance in front of me.
She ran her hands down her body, caressing her breasts and thighs. She played with her skirt, pretending to try and pull it down to cover her pussy, when she was actually doing no such thing. Then she ran her fingers up her inner thighs. Taking the thin side straps of her panties, she pretended to tug on them as though to pull them up—but again this didn’t do a thing—the tiny panties were still riding low and showing her whole pussy. The move just called attention to how hot and wet she was and how swollen her little clit seemed to be—as though it was begging for attention.
Through it all, I just sat there and watched. I was mesmerized by how sexy my little sister was. I had never dreamed that the sweet, awkward little girl who had come to live in our house when she was just eleven would grow into such a hot, gorgeous sex kitten. Her long curls swirled around her shoulders like red gold silk and her ripe nipples were pressing hard against the thin fabric of her top as she danced just for me.
Of course, she didn’t know it was me…or did she? She seemed almost to be offering herself, the way she had on that fateful night when I had decided I would have to cut her out of my life forever, in order to avoid breaking the fucking Unbreakable Law—which in all fairness, really shouldn’t apply to us since we had no blood relation between us.
Better be careful, a little voice whispered inside my head. It sounds an awful lot like you’re justifying yourself there, Cole. Making excuses for things you want to do that you know are forbidden.