After all, I told myself that I would not talk about his wife, and here I again started all over again.

I felt sorry for him and at the same time I felt a strange excitement. I knew that he was my brother, and with my relatives I had to keep my sexual urges under control, but it was all stronger than me. We were both in a hotel, not far from the center of Moscow. Only an hour ago, he saw me shaking my tits with him and all the other honest people. I knew that it aroused him no less than it aroused me. Moreover, when I saw him in the hall, I got the feeling that I was dancing exclusively for him. And I knew that my performance had become even sexier because of this, judging by the whistles and shouts from the audience.

“You know, Fedya, the manager doesn’t allow us to shoot everything, that is, to completely undress at the club,” I said, looking him straight in the eyes.

“But now that we’re only here, I can undress for you completely.” I will not have to obey someone's instructions.

It was as clear as day that I was trying to seduce him, and he looked at me with eyes that suddenly flared desire. I immediately realized that we both had just crossed the invisible border.

- So you want this? - I cooed. - Want me to show you everything now?

“I really want to, Varya,” he answered dully.

- Then can you turn on the radio and find great music? - I suggested.

He found a wave, on which the old bald spinning.

I didn’t just want to have sex with my brother. I wanted to be depraved and dirty with him. I heard rumors that he shared something with his friend that he was pleased to have a sister who gives clients or removes clothes in strip clubs. He admitted that he even got a member when he represented me as a prostitute or stripper. He understood that it was strange. As a brother, he should have been outraged by this, and had to protect me. But he told his friend that he simply could not get rid of the image of his sister, the receiving client. It was stronger than him, he said.

Therefore, I decided to play for him in just such an image and maybe see his rising member!

- I want to show everything to you, like a real prostitute, Fedya. I want to excite you! - I said, lustfully taking off my clothes, prolonging the pause, until I was left in some panties, having only a lace at the back. I stood right above him, swaying sexually. Then I cheekily leaned over and literally ran his tits over his face, stroking his cheeks with my big, hardened nipples.

He closed his eyes for a second and sighed. Looking at his trousers below the belt, I saw that there was a bulging bulge.

Then I missed my fingers under the elastic of the panties.

“You want me to take them off too, Fedya?” - I cooed.

- Yes! He whispered, almost choking.

“Do you want to see my fur coat, the furry cake of your prostitute sister?” I asked, looking into his big brown eyes.

- Yes, yes, Varya! - he swallowed hard.

I pulled my panties down with unbearable sluggishness and turned around as soon as my pubis showed up, pulling the lace back over my smooth, elastic buns, just a few centimeters from my brother's face.

“I hope you also like my butt, little brother,” I teased him, dragging the elastic of my underpants off my strong buttocks.

“I always liked your round ass, Varya,” he said, laughing softly. And I, too, laughed, feeling a close contact between me and my brother.

Finally, the panties fell to the floor, and I turned back, completely naked, showing my pussy to my brother. His eyes fixed on a narrow slit surrounded by soft rings of trimmed hair.I needed to cut them so that they were not visible from under the narrow panties of the dancer.

I lowered my hands and pushed the labia to the sides so that he could see better.

His jaw dropped as he stared at my genital slit, and his hands moved toward his fly and touched the mound beneath it. I'm not sure that he controlled his movements at that moment, so much was he hypnotized by my nakedness.

- Hey, let me see what you have too, I said, pointing to the swollen pants of his jeans.

I stretched out my hand and unzipped his zipper, exposing a thick mound under tight white panties. And then I suddenly launched my hand into the slot of these panties and grabbed something very thick and very hard.

- Wow! - I goggled my eyes. - So it is true. So Sonya didn’t like me.

Sonia was my friend at the institute, and once, when my brother came to me, they had a fleeting affair. Naturally, when he left, I began to ask her about everything. And she told me that my brother was a terrific lover, and that he had the biggest, thickest and hardest member she had ever seen, sucked or accepted. I then thought that she would not like to offend me. Sonya was inclined to exaggerate. But now I saw that she was absolutely right.

- Damn, you just look! - I said, pulling it out, so that he stood upwards like a pole.

Fed'kin’s eyes were half covered from pleasure as I slowly began to drive my fist up and down the tightly stretched skin of his hard club.

My brother was sitting on the edge of the hotel bed, and I stood and wriggled in front of him.

Then I knelt at the edge of the bed and my mouth was a few inches from Fedor's penis.

I opened my mouth, ready to swallow my brother's dick with my lips when he suddenly stopped me.

- I do not know, Varya. I do not know whether to do it. It all becomes somehow strange, ”he said with a worried expression on his face. But his bolt did not lose its stone hardness for a second!

I was already full of heat, and even thought could not allow that we now give up everything.

“You are my ... my sister,” he murmured, although I did not stop stroking his dick for a minute. A member who seemed intent on becoming even harder, if it was even possible.

“Then don't think of me as a sister.” Think of me as a prostitute who came to your hotel room! “How about a prostitute who will satisfy you much better than your wife could or can do,” I said.

He smiled.

“If you were a prostitute, then I would have to pay you, right?” - he said.

- Pay! - I said brazenly, suddenly feeling a surge of excitement from this unexpected turn of events. - Here is your wallet.

His wallet was on the bedside table, and I managed to reach it, on the spot.

- How much should I pay you? He asked, smiling pleasantly.

“As much as I stand in your eyes,” I said, continuing to stroke his cock so that, God forbid, he would not back down.

He shook all the money out of his wallet and handed it to me. Of course, I didn't need my brother's money. It was all just a part of the game. It just so happened that his sister was a prostitute, albeit a former one, and now Fedya was paying for her services.

I removed the money and again brought his face to his penis, which I tightly clenched in his fist.

- Damn, Fedya, you have such a big dick, you know, - I said. - How could your moved wife not appreciate such a wonderful tool?

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