All characters are over 18. Enjoy.
Johnny entered the champagne room cautiously. He was curious about what he would find. He had already decided to walk right out if he encountered a fat old lady or a crack whore. He had no interest in trading an orgasm for a STD. He was pleasantly surprised with what he saw.
Before him was a fit young woman. She was of medium height with a slim build. She had her back to him because at the moment she was checking her lipstick in the mirror. All she wore were high heel shoes and a G-string. She had an ass that could stop traffic. It was a nicely plump heart- shaped work of art.
Johnny said, "I bet your make-up is okay because everything I see is perfect."
Vanessa quickly turned around. She was embarrassed that her brother would talk about her butt that way. Since she was topless, Johnny took in the view of her firm medium sized breasts. He was surprised to see a tan-line. He thought all strippers sunbathed nude or at least topless.
"Nice, very nice," John said looking at her chest appreciatively. "Your front is as welcome a sight as your backside."
Johnny's eyes were drawn to her brilliant white breasts and specifically the large, dark red nipples the likes of which he had never seen before. He liked them. He found them exotic. His eyes took in the rest of her body: a narrow waist, flat stomach and slender athletic legs.
"Hi, I'm Johnny," he said with a smile.
Vanessa smiled in returned and motioned that he should have a seat on the small
sofa. She had decided that it would be best to keep her talking to a minimum to help hide her identity from her brother.
Vanessa did not know that her father had been ruled out as a candidate. To her, her brother might or might not be the one so she treated him like the others. She danced for him and rubbed up against him like a cat in heat.
Vanessa glanced down and saw that a healthy tent that developed in his shorts. "Time for the inspection," she told herself. She dropped to her knees and undid his pants. He took this opportunity to feel her tits and play with the outrageous nipples. He was gentle. While he was distracted, she examined his cock. There . . . there on top just as in her dream was a lightning bolt.
"Oh God. He is the one," Vanessa thought. She froze. She had been so focused on finding the candidate, willing herself to do whatever it took to find the one, she had not made a plan for what to do next. To buy herself time, she slipped her lips around his broad erection.
"Ahhh," Johnny sighed. "That feels good." He slumped back into the sofa and let himself enjoy the blowjob. "Yeah," he thought, "This girl's a pro."
Van decided it would be best to move fast. She needed to fuck him before he discovered who she was. She dipped a finger in between her legs.
She discovered that she was only a little wet. She told herself,
"If I'm going to impale myself on this big piece of meat, I need more lubrication."
Vanessa's finger became a blur as she hurriedly rubbed her clit.
"Oh yeah, that's it" she told herself. She could feel her body get excited and prepared for intercourse.
Soon she was ready. Her pussy was hot and fully wet. Vanessa climbed on top of her brother. She thrust her chest into his face and said in a southern drawl,
"Suck on these, honey."
Johnny was only too happy to oblige. He clamped down on one nipple and caressed the other breast. While his mouth and mind were occupied, Vanessa rose up, pulled her G-string aside and hurriedly impaled herself on his hardness. It was a bit of a struggle. He was big and she was tight, but Vanessa repeatedly and forcefully slammed herself down until she had his cock completely inside her velvety cunt.
Vanessa kicked it into overdrove and fucked her brother. She was like a woman possessed. Actually she was a woman on a mission She needed his seed to save the family.
"Ohh!"
Johnny exclaimed when his penis found her pussy. He had thought her blowjob was world class, her pussy was magnificent: molten, tight, wet, exciting. The list of adjectives going through his mind seemed endless. She was wonderful. Fucking her was wonderful.
He slumped back into the sofa and let her ride him hard. His head lolled back. He was overwhelmed with pleasure. A beautiful young woman was fucking the shit out of him and it felt great. John felt his balls start to churn.
"I'm going to come," he announced.
"Mmm me too," Vanessa said honestly.
"Is it okay?" he asked.
"Yes . . . not a problem, "Vanessa responded breathlessly.
"Good," Johnny sighed.
A picture suddenly flashed through John's mind. He saw himself standing at the altar with a bleach blonde in a slutty dress. She had a baby nestled in the crook of her arm. His family was there. No one looked happy except for the blonde bride who was seeing dollar signs.
"Stop!" Johnny shouted. He grabbed Van firmly around the waist preventing her from moving.
"Ouch! What's the matter?"
"Get off me. I can't come inside you."
"It's ok," Vanessa tried to re-assure him.
Johnny was not going to trust the word of a stripper. "No really. This has been fun, but we need to stop now. I've got to go."
Johnny pushed her aside and stood.
