Loving, Ensley

DREW;

It all started when I walked into her naked!

She had just come out of the bathroom and had no towel wrapped around her, her body like milk as bead-like water drip down her breasts.

She didn’t try to cover up or hide, I immediately craved to touch her and feel every inch of her body. I could feel the sparks in my body something I never felt for any other girl before even if they were running naked in front of me. I knew she felt the same way too.

I could have taken her right there and then, but I didn’t. instead I left the room.

What was this feeling?

Nicholas my best friend and buddy had just signed his second multi-million contract in the same month and wanted to celebrate, we had gone to a random club he chose. Clubs are not the kind of places I like to visit- especially not local clubs.

I tend to go the clubs in the city, places you don’t have to worry about starting a fight with some drunk old men. The women there are mostly high class models, very classy and gorgeous. This place in free-town where Nicholas has picked was totally out of control and rowdy, everywhere you turn, guys were getting too grabby with the women.

‘’I like that one over there,’’ Nicholas said pointing to a young girl with long blonde hair who was dancing tirelessly like a whore. ‘’she’s turning me on with those fat ass’’.

The music became louder, saving me from giving him a response.

I averted my gaze turning towards the stage where another very hot blonde came out dancing, she wore a tiny bikini barely enough to cover half of her tits. She had flat stomach and her skin very toned.

My cock hardened instantly, fuck! I cursed under my breath. I’m not usually this way with strippers, I mean, I always get the women I wanted at all times, but this girl’s body was insane. I was consumed by imaginations as I fantasized caressing her whole body, I thought about soft and full her breast would feel in my palms.

The spotlight beamed on her and she did her best to capture the attention of the audience, she swung herself around the pole, her long curls flowing behind her. I moved closer to get a better look.

Holy shit! I choked on my drink

I knew her!!

This was Alexa my stepsister.

I hadn’t seen her for the past six years since I left home angrily.

Shit! She’d grow up so well. Her body was crazy and perfectly toned, but what the hell was she doing in this place?

‘’Go bitch’’ Nicholas shouted

She twirled the more, dancing hard to the rhythm of the music.

She’s twenty-three now, old enough to do what she wanted I suppose, but how could she think of becoming a stripper. Alexa had been a smart kid growing up, making straight A’s in school despite our parent’s total negligence to academic.

Anger swept through me as I thought about it, about everything that had happened to us and why I had left home six years ago. We endured abuse at home, especially Alexa who was constantly raped by my father, I hate to address him as such. I had tried my best every night for three years to stay awake and stop my dad when he would sneak into Alexa’s room to abuse her.

He used me as his punching bag whenever I try to stop him, I got upset and couldn’t take it anymore, had to leave home for good with my best friend to find a better life.

Camellia was Alexa’s mother who had married my dad and came to live with us when Alexa was just five. She had done nothing to the constant abuse and torture her child suffered. She had chosen her marriage over the happiness and freedom of her child.

Mark started to abuse Alexa when she was just twelve, I found out two years after he had already started. I was hurt and heartbroken, how would he treat a little child that way. I had cared about Alexa as my little sister right the moment they came to live with us.

The night I left home, I felt I had betrayed Alexa because I was her guardian angel at that time and the only one she felt safe around. I should have left with her but I couldn’t afford to care for her. I prayed she finds help or a means to escape too someday. I also hoped to see her again.

And now, I’m seeing her again for the first time in six years in a club, as a stripper?

I knew I was supposed to leave or at least not look at her the way I did, but I didn’t. instead, I watched her the more, I watched as sweats form tiny beads on her chest soaking her bikini and making her nipple more evident and hard – making my cock even harder as I thought how tight it would feel inside her.

Stop! I scolded myself, she’s your sister

‘’Stepsister’’ my cock corrected, she isn’t my blood and I wanted her.

This was supposed to be off limits but nothing is off limits for me, I had money, fame, good looks and power! And that’s all that mattered.

I’ve always got what I wanted and this would be no exemptions.

ALEXA’S POV;

Working as a stripper in the club was something I never imagined I would do, but desperation took its toll on me. I needed money badly and working in a café would never pay me as much as I wanted, so when a friend of mine told me I would get eight hundred bucks every night by just flirting with men and dancing on stage with little or no clothes, I agreed to do it instantly.

Growing up, I’ve never been comfortable wearing skimpy clothes around the house because I knew the effect it had on my stepfather, and I knew better than to provoke him. I had never even considered myself as being sexy or appealing to men. In swimming and gym classes, while other girls run around in bikinis or almost naked, I’d stay in the corner with a towel wrapped around me or a jacket.

But here I am, in a see through bikini and on stage, in a club dancing and going wild for men.

The heat from my body drenched my bikini and I could feel my nipple become hard. There was hollering from men asking me for more moves, I obliged spinning around the pole and shaking my ass provocatively.

‘’Yes baby, more’’ a man from the crowd yelled. I danced more, twisted and did all they asked me to do until my time on stage came to an end.

The club lights were dimed and the spot light removed from me. ‘’It wasn’t that difficult to be a stripper after all,’’ I smiled to myself as I left the stage.

I decided to use the restroom backstage since many people didn’t go there, but just as I was about opening the door, a hand covered my mouth and pulled me behind the walls.