Sins Of Our Blood--Ch7

"Hey big brother," she said as she walked up to me. When she was standing right in front of me, she got up on her tiptoes and pursed her lips. Being the subservient brother, I leaned my head down and kissed her on the lips. It was just a peck, and it wasn't sexual in any way. We had been kissing like that for years. But considering the events of last weekend, it felt different tonight.

"Hey sis," I said back.

When she offered her arm, I looped mine through hers, locking our elbows as we started walking down the street toward the club entrance. Once we were inside and past the hostess (she was checking coats since it was cooler outside compared to last weekend), we found a table all the way in the back corner that was mostly out of the lights. It was clear that we had an unspoken agreement to try to avoid notice from our mother. We were merely there to observe and report. Or whatever. You get my point.

The same waitress from the other night arrived a few minutes after we sat down. Her name is Camille. She's cute but doesn't hold a candle to my sister. Or my mother, for that matter. So I just let Maddie order a pitcher of beer. The girl seemed to be flirting with her more than me anyway.

Soon the lights dimmed and then the performances began. It was interesting to see that they had different dancers tonight. The only repeat from last weekend was the trans woman. She (he?) was oddly electrifying while giving their performance. I watched, completely transfixed as she stripped away every last stitch of clothing. One difference this time is that she was quite hard when she turned to face the crowd. A murmur ran through the room at the sight. Now, I'm not into dudes at all. But I have to admit, there was something oddly erotic about seeing a "hot woman" with a cock. What would that be like? Maddie seemed just as enchanted by her performance.

We continued drinking and chatting about nothing all that important while we waited patiently. Two hours later, we were finally rewarded with the very thing we had both come there for, when our mother made her way onto the stage. She was wearing another sheer camisole, except this one was more gold than silver. It still sparkled. Beneath it, she had a lacey bra and panties. They were black. Over that was a matching garter belt that was attached to a pair of thigh-high stockings.

Mom tantalized the crowd with her slow, sensual dancing. She had such a commanding presence, the room felt like it was holding its breath, just like last time. Myself included. And when she finally started stripping, I became entranced all over again. I did keep stealing glances at my sister and found her wide-eyed as she watched our mother perform. That by itself was arousing to me. It dawned on me that my cock was rock hard and had been for quite some time.

A few minutes later, my mother revealed her breasts, and I couldn't help but stare at them. They were perfection in the flesh. Honestly, I decided they had a very similar shape to my sister's. Maybe just a touch bigger, and slightly less perky. But considering she was nearly forty, they seemed to be holding up quite well. Her nipples were jutting out from the middle of her areolas. They must be big for me to notice that detail from so far away. But wow, they looked fantastic! When mom started rolling her belly and swaying across the stage, I followed her with my eyes, transfixed. Jesus she was--

A gentle pressure surrounded my cock suddenly and an explosion of pleasure made me gasp. Instinctively, I tipped my head down to stare into my lap where I saw Maddie's hand cupping the obvious bulge in my pants. She started moving it, stroking me through the fabric. Oh fuck that felt good! But my shock overpowered my arousal and I blurted out, "What are you doing??"

"I wanted to see if you were hard while you drool over mom," my sister said, sounding innocent. I knew better. She loved to tease me.

"Fucking hell, Maddie," I said, turning toward her. She was grinning at me.

She shrugged helplessly and then pulled her hand off my cock as she said softly, "Well, at least I got my answer." Her grin grew even bigger.

Completely out of breath, I tried to calm down. What the hell? I stared at my sister, taking in every detail on her face I could make out in the dim light. I realized she was wearing a gorgeous silvery-blue eyeliner that seemed to make her eyes sparkle. Her eyeshadow was light and subtle, but seemed to also sparkle. Was that glitter? My god she was such a genius with makeup! She looked beautiful.

Wrenching my eyes away from her face before I got swept away, I focused on our naked mother instead. We both watched her glide around the stage for the next ten minutes until Maddie finally spoke. "She really does have nice tits," she said, matter-of-factly.

I was nodding before I realized it and then I said quietly, "And her... vagina is nicely shaven." It really was. My mother had a very nice looking vagina.

Maddie leaned close to me and I felt her tits squish into the side of my arm. It made me want to shiver. My cock pulsed between my legs, still as hard as it had been most of the night. I felt her breath against my ear and for a second, I thought she was about to suck on my lobe. But then she whispered instead, "Just because it's our mother doesn't mean you can't call it a pussy."

I did shiver at my sister's words. The combination of seeing my naked mother's sensual dance, my sister's warm breasts squished against me, and her sexy words tickling into my ear made me come unglued a little. Suddenly, Maddie's hand was on my cock again, rubbing me through my pants. I didn't even consider trying to stop her.

"Look at our mommy's pussy on display up there, Teddy," Maddie whispered teasingly into my ear. All the while, her hand slowly stroked me. I could hear her breathing softly. Her breath was warm against my skin, making me shiver even more. "Mmmm," she cooed. "And what about those titties? Don't they just look so... suckable?" Her last word was whispered so softly, I felt a ripple of rapture gently roll through my body. She continued rubbing my cock while I stared at my naked mother and thought about my sister's sexy words. My arousal was through the roof. Shouldn't I be pushing her away? Fucking hell that seemed the most impossible thing in the world right then.

That was the exact moment when I realized I had completely lost my mind. What the fuck? With a discernable amount of effort, I set my beer down. I had completely forgotten I was even holding it. Then I wrenched myself away from my sister's incestuous activity and launched myself off the sofa, out of her reach. When I glanced at her, she was grinning at me. This fucking chick was going to be the death of me!