Sins Of Our Blood--Ch3

The real shock came when she slowly turned to face the audience once more. Oh wow! That was no woman! It was a dude. And he had a very delicious looking cock hanging between his legs. He was only semi-erect, and I could already tell he would be rather huge at full mast. Just then, I felt something warm wrap itself around my thigh, folding my skirt against my skin. Instinctively, I looked at my lap and saw Teddy's hand resting there. I couldn't help myself, so I reached over and wrapped my fingers around his leg at the same time.

After that, my brother and I got a little "handsy" with each other. I think it was pure coincidence that our little physical exchange occurred while the trans woman was on stage, because I don't think she was the official instigator. And it wasn't like I had never touched him before. But there was something different about it tonight. Maybe it was because we had just turned twenty-one. Or maybe it was because we were at a strip club together. Or maybe it was the loss of inhibitions from our multiple drinks. Whatever the reason, I decided immediately that I enjoyed it very much. Teddy's grip was gentle, yet firm. Not like he was trying to exhibit a "taking charge" attitude. No, it was just a manly gesture. Admittedly, the fact that it was my own brother made it feel more erotic than it would have with anyone else.

Over the next hour, three more performers came on stage. And the four of us finally switched to ordering pitchers of beer to save money. (Hand crafted cocktails were expensive as fuck when you were drinking over the course of a few hours.) I wasn't exactly drunk, but had a very strong buzz. Teddy appeared to be in about the same state. Practically the entire time, my brother and I continued to tease each other physically. Mostly our thighs, but sometimes we ventured out and ran our way down the other's calves, or even up one another's sides. At one point, his fingers brushed along the bare skin of my flank and it made me shiver.

Needless to say, I found myself getting considerably worked up. My pussy was hot and sticky and tingling. I knew we should probably have stopped what we were doing, but it was so fun, I couldn't make myself do it. Apparently, it was the same for Teddy. Right when our waitress deposited a fresh pitcher at our table, the lights dimmed in the room once more. Unable to resist, I moved my hand to my brother's upper leg again, giving it a squeeze. He had his on my thigh, too.

That strange force from earlier had a hold of me yet again and I suddenly found myself wanting to do something naughty. Just to tease him, that was all. But I was also insanely curious to know whether or not he was aroused. And so, I slowly started moving my hand higher up his leg, approaching his pubic area. I must have been no more than three inches away from brushing against his cock when his grip on my leg tightened uncomfortably.

Teddy uttered a hissed whisper, "Is that fucking mom??"

My head whipped toward the stage, and my eyes widened when I looked at the next performer as she strode toward the footlights. My hand was completely frozen in place on my brother's leg, inches turning into miles as thoughts of his cock slipped from my mind. All of my attention went to one thing.

Yes, there was no denying that the woman standing at the front of the stage was our mother.

What the ever-living fuck? She was dressed in a sheer, silver camisole shirt that was completely see through. Underneath, she appeared to be wearing a lacy red teddy. That was all. My mom was a very attractive woman in her own right, even without the sexy outfit she had on now. She had shoulder length, platinum blonde hair that framed her face, curling only toward the ends. There was a white ribbon tied on top of her head, blonde strands spilling loosely down the back and splaying out across her neck. It reminded me of how women used to style their hair in the sixties.

My mom's face was gorgeous. She had high cheek bones which became accented by the way her hair hung down on either side of it. She was wearing natural looking lipstick that didn't change the color of her lips, but somehow made them stand out all the same. Even from this distance, I could tell she had done her lashes with a thick coat of mascara, making her eyes seem to pop. Her body was also gorgeous. The best word that came to mind about her visage was elegant. Her skin was vibrant, soft and supple. She had always belied her age. She had me and Teddy when she was eighteen. Despite being thirty-nine, she could easily pass for a girl in her twenties.

One quick glance at my brother showed me what looked like a gaping teenager. He was staring at her with such intensity, I couldn't quite tell if he was disgusted or mesmerized. Less than a minute later, I decided it was the latter. Our mother began moving about on the stage and it felt like the entire room held its breath. She was stunning. Her movements flowed with such grace, I felt a wave of complete awe overcoming me. It started in the pit of my stomach but slowly consumed me.