All characters are 18+ if you are under 18 do not read this story
A little side note this story was written over 4 months time and feedback is welcome as it will help me improve my skills as a writer as well this is my first piece that I'm writing on here
You arrive at Max and Maranda's place at around eight in the evening. The plan is for you and Max to visit a nearby strip club for a bit of lap-grindage. You've been looking forward to it all week. There's nothing more fun than blowing a stack of cash in the desperate hope that some sympathetic stripper might let you touch her boobs.
You knock at the door and your heart skips a beat when Giselle opens it. You weren't expecting to see her. You've been guilty of thinking about Giselle in an inappropriate manner on numerous occasions, usually just before impregnating a wad of Kleenex.
"Hi Wolf!" she says cheerfully, stepping back to let you inside. "Ready for your night of debauchery?"
"Uh, yeah..." you begin, before trailing off awkwardly. You suddenly feel a bit cheap. For some reason, you don't like the idea that Giselle knows about where you're going. "It's nice to see you — I didn't expect..."
"I'm keeping Maranda company while you guys are out," she replies. You follow her down the hallway and note that she seems a little unsteady on her feet. Then she stumbles and you catch her by the elbow.
"Sorry..." she giggles. "I might be a little bit tipsy..."
You find Max in the living room and greet him with your customary fist-bump. His sister Maranda can be heard distantly singing in the kitchen.
"The girls have been making cocktails," he explains, almost apologetically.
Giselle plonks herself down on the couch. "These two have enough booze to make almost everything in the cocktail book. We're working our way through from the beginning."
"Well, we had enough booze..." says Max grumpily.
Maranda appears in the doorway, brandishing margaritas in both hands. "Hey there Wolf. All set to corrupt my brother by taking him to your sleazy club?"
It seems Max hasn't been completely honest with Maranda. He's actually the one who always wants to see the strippers. You know that he sees his attractive sister semi-clothed all the time, so he must be desperate to get his hands on female flesh that he's not related to!
"Here, you guys can have these," says Maranda, handing you and Max the margaritas. You thank her and take a sip. It's strong.
You hang around and make chit chat for fifteen minutes. You'd like to stay longer, but Max is eager to get going. You both say your goodbyes and head for the door. But you've barely taken three steps outside when suddenly the heavens open and torrential rain starts bucketing down.
You cower with Max in the doorway, waiting for the rain to abet. Instead, it just gets heavier and heavier. Flashes of lightning illuminate your disappointed faces.
"I'm fucked if I'm going out in that," says Max, and you are forced to agree. You head back inside.
Maranda and Giselle are dancing to music on the radio in the uninhibited way that only completely drunk women can.
"Hey Max, back so soon?" asks Giselle cheekily.
"Didn't bring an umbrella, Wolf?" asks Maranda, rubbing salt into the wound.
You both decide to ignore them. Max turns to you. "Beer?"
You nod and he fetches a couple of brews from the fridge while you settle down on the couch. He joins you and you both sit there, watching the girls make idiots of themselves.
"Look at them, Giselle," says Maranda as she dances around. "So sad that they don't get to go out."
"You can watch us instead," teases Giselle. "We're better than some skanky strippers, right Maranda?"
"It's not exactly the same," grumbles Max.
Maranda throws herself down between you both on the couch. "No? Well, what do they do there anyway? Can't I do the same for you, Max?"
"You're my fucking sister!" replies Max in disgust.
Maranda makes a face. "Well, how about Giselle gives you a dance, and I do Wolf?"
Your heart leaps a little at the idea of Maranda "doing" you. Giselle isn't the only girl in your circle that you've had lustful thoughts about. But Maranda is your buddy's sister, which makes her even more forbidden than Giselle.
You and Max exchange glances. He seems genuinely flustered. You know that he's attracted to Giselle, probably even more than you are. You wonder if Maranda knows.
Nobody speaks, but Giselle silently mouths the words "What the fuck?" to Maranda.
Maranda climbs off the couch and kneels in front of Max, her hands on his knees. "You'd like that wouldn't you Max? Giselle giving you a special dance? I know you lust after her!"
Max tries to speak but can only gurgle under the combined gaze of Maranda and Giselle. You try but fail to stifle an amused snort.
"And you!" says Maranda, turning on you. "I know you want her as well! You'd both like to shag her!"
"Maranda, I think you might have had a bit too much to drink..." ventures, Giselle.
"Don't act so innocent, little Miss Giselle. You're always flashing your cleavage at these two. You love teasing them. So how about teasing them a bit more?" says Maranda. She shuffles over to you and runs her hand up your leg to your crotch, before giving your semi-hard cock a squeeze. "Look, Wolf's getting hard already!"
You flinch. Things just got real!
Giselle licks her lips and deliberates for a moment. "Okay, sure" she finally said, shrugging her shoulders. "Let's give them a show! Okay, Max?"
Max is momentarily speechless. The idea of his sister giving you a sexy dance can't sit well with him, but on the other hand, he gets to enjoy the same from Giselle. Eventually, he nods his assent.
"Right then," says Maranda. "You two sit on the couch there. Hands by your sides, legs apart. That's it."
She turns up the stereo and starts gyrating. After a small hesitation, Giselle joins her.
You and Max just stare as Giselle and Maranda dance around drunkenly in front of you, bumping their hips and bottoms against each other and running their hands up and down their bodies and over their own breasts. Maranda then moves behind Giselle and places her hands on the other girl's tummy, before sliding them up and cupping Giselle's boobs. Giselle giggles and wiggles her bottom back against Maranda.
"Holy crap!" gasps Max, watching his sister fondle the object of his repressed lust. Bulges are now visible in both your laps.
The girls break apart and Maranda moves to stand in front of you. Wiggling her hips, she pulls her black knee-length skirt up to her waist, exposing a pair of pink lacy panties. Then she turns, bends forward and wiggles her ass in your face. The pink material stretches tight across her round buttocks and rides up slightly between them. She then straightens and unzips the skirt, letting it fall to the floor. All eyes are on her as she unbuttons her blouse, revealing a matching pink push-up bra. Soon she's standing before you in nothing but bra, panties and high heels. "Come on Giselle, your turn" she giggles.
Giselle pulls her t-shirt over her head, exposing a black bra crammed full of beautiful titty flesh. Then she unbuttons her jeans and wiggles out of them. Her black panties are high cut, making her legs look longer. Her shoes come off with her jeans.
You notice that Max has moved his hand to his crotch. You doubt he realises it, so transfixed is he at the sexy vision in front of him.
Giselle and Maranda dance around some more. You and Max exchange happy glances and make no effort to hide the tenting in your pants.
Finally, Giselle says, "Well boys, did you enjoy that?"
You both nod furiously.
"Good," she says, then bends to pick up her discarded jeans.
"Hey, hang on a minute!" you blurt. "Is that it?"
Maranda half-smiles at you. "Yeah... why, what else do the strippers do?"
The girls clearly need some education as to what makes a good lap dance. "Well, for one thing, you're supposed to get naked. And you're supposed to get your butts into our laps."
