Sins Of Our Blood--Ch6

Of course, something else had added to that stimulation last night. You see, as I already mentioned, Maddie and me weren't exactly "hands off". I blame it a little bit on the alcohol, and maybe the atmosphere. But truly, my sister and I have always been close. Not sexually, mind you. But close enough that we sometimes get mistaken for being a couple.

Last night was a little different, though. To the point where we had practically molested each other's legs as we watched the sex-laden women (and one dude who looked like a woman) perform on stage while we enjoyed ourselves from the back of the room. I'm not even sure why we were being so forward with each other. All I knew was that I enjoyed her touch, nearly as much as I liked touching her in return.

But then we got home, to my apartment. Both of us were still stunned from the revelation about our mother who had been the final act of the night. As we sat near each other on my couch, talking about it, something happened. More touching, for sure. But then Maddie suddenly grabbed my hand and ran her fingers up my forearm. I didn't have time to ask her why she was doing it before an instant explosion of arousal swept through me, stunning me. It came on so strong and so fast that I literally gasped while it inundated me. I didn't know what to do, so I just sat there, frozen, while she continuously dragged her fingers up and down my arm.

Every time my sister's fingers slid across my wrist, I shivered. My heart started racing faster and faster and I felt my cock growing uncomfortably tight inside my jeans. After a few minutes, I couldn't sit still anymore. My body felt like it was vibrating, and it was a challenge to catch my breath. When Maddie looked at my face, I stared back at her. My breath caught once again at seeing her beauty. It almost looked like she was glowing. Fucking hell she was hot! It seemed almost a curse to have such an attractive sister. Someone you could fawn over but never have. She continued running her fingertips up and down my arm until my arousal flared so acutely, I had to struggle to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head

"I'm really horny right now," Maddie whispered just then.

What? What did she just say? My heart was pounding so hard, I couldn't focus on anything except my sister and the wondrous sensations she was creating in my body. My staff was fully erect, held tight against my thigh by my jeans and the way I was sitting. She stopped moving her hand, but her fingers were still pressed against the skin of my forearm. It tingled like mad. I didn't know what to do or say, so I just stared at her. Why did she tell me that? It seemed like she was inviting me to do... something. Did she want me to kiss her? What would happen if I did? My eyes flicked down to her lips once again, and I realized I could see a neat outline along the edge of them that was darker than her lipstick. It was erotic to me right at that moment.

With a tremendous amount of self-discipline, I slowly pulled my arm out of my sister's hold. Her fingers dragged along my skin one final time which seemed to send a direct jolt of electric pleasure directly between my legs, up to the tip of my cock. Swallowing a huge lump in my throat, I couldn't help but glance one more time at Maddie's voluptuous bosom. I noticed that the zipper holding the two halves of her half-shirt together was unzipped as far as it could go. It seemed like the garment was hanging on by a thread. I could see so much skin, it made me dizzy. Her belly button called to me, nearly making me lick my lips. And the supple flesh between her breasts was tantalizing in its perfection. I could make out the inner swells of both tits.

Clearing my throat noisily, I looked into her eyes again. Fuck, I could get lost in those just the same as the rest of her. Had she cast some kind of spell on me? What the fuck? I forced myself to look away and immediately pushed myself to my feet. "I'm... I think I should go to bed," I announced under my breath. Then I headed down to my bedroom without looking back. I was afraid of what might happen if I did. My arm still tingled where she had been touching me.

But that was last night, when we had our twenty-first birthday outing. Let's fast forward a little to the very next morning. I woke up already thinking about everything from the night before. Including my mom and the fact that she was a goddamn stripper! I still couldn't believe it. I lay in bed for ten minutes, mulling things over, until I finally made myself get up. Making my way down the hall to the tv room, I saw that Maddie was still sleeping on my couch.

I froze when I looked down at her. She was dressed the same, of course. And that zipper was still open all the way, revealing my sister's scandalously gorgeous skin for my virgin eyes. (Not that I'm a virgin, mind you. It's just that with how beautiful she was, I could easily forget I had ever been with another woman.) But it wasn't the exposed skin that held me rooted in place. It was the fact that she had one hand up under the left flap of her shirt, clearly cupping her breast.

Maddie's last words flooded my mind just then. She had told me she was horny. While touching my arm. I was convinced she knew the effect her dancing fingers had created within me. She must have known I was aroused, too. So, what was the purpose of her telling me she was turned on? Had she been offering to sleep with me?

My eyes slid up her body onto her face and I spent the next thirty seconds admiring her yet again. She had thin lips, but in her sleep, they almost looked slightly pouty. Plump. Kissable. Fuck me. Why did she have to be so fucking attractive? My cock responded as if on cue, heating up and expanding in my sweats. (I had changed out of my jeans last night before falling asleep.) Maddie stirred and I quickly stepped away so I wouldn't get caught being creepy.

Once she was awake, our conversation blessedly went to trivial things. We went out for breakfast together at a nearby deli and then she called an Uber to take her to dad's house. She still lived with him. After that, I did my best to put the events of the night before out of my mind. That lasted all the way until the following Thursday when my sister sent me a text asking if I wanted to go to the "club" again the following night. She didn't have to be any more descriptive for me to know exactly where she meant. Of course I wanted to. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't immensely intrigued by what we had discovered. And some part of me realized I was already addicted to the experience. The best thing was that I was certain our mom had no idea we had seen her on stage.

So that's how I found myself getting out of an Uber the following night, a block away from the infamous "club". Maddie arrived a few minutes later. She was wearing another extremely sexy outfit. This time, her top covered her entire belly, but the diving neckline showed just enough cleavage to hint at what she had to offer. She was also wearing a rose-gold necklace with a dark purple pendant. I had given it to her last year for her twentieth birthday. Somehow, seeing it around her neck seemed significant. Below the shirt, she had on a pair of tight-fitting jeans and what I thought looked like slippers on her feet.