Dale never suspected that when Lynda called that it would set into place events what would change his life forever. Out of the blue she made contact. They hadn't seen each other in years.
Lynda and Dale had become estranged since the teen years. After high school the brother went off to college and the sister went 'to find herself'. Later he had learned that she had gotten into the more seedy side of society. His sexy sibling was working as an exotic dancer in Denver. There was a suspicion, knowing his sister, even more erotic endeavors involved.
There was only a year difference in their age. They were always close. Sometimes more like 'buddies' than brother and sister.
The relationship could never be called 'morally upright'. Often double dates ended up with both of them getting laid. Dale and his girl would be in the front seat and Lynda and her guy in the back seat.
They never hid their bodies. Bedroom and bathroom doors were always open. Often they would appear in front of the other in different stages of dress.
Sometimes Lynda would have girlfriends over to spend the night. On many occasions she would get one of them to give up a piece of ass to Dale. As a lookout for the parents, she would often be in the room.
There were also times when Dale would return the favor. She would spend the night with a boyfriend. He would lie to their parents of the sibling's whereabouts.
Dale even got her set up to be fucked by a co-worker. Later on it was revealed she not only did she do the friend but the roommate as well. He was told his sister gave 'the best cocksuckin' job ever'. Strangely there was a sense of pride hearing about her abilities.
Dale had just stepped out of the shower when the doorbell rang. Bettie, his wife, had just left for work. He was wearing only a robe when answering the door. It was Lynda. She arrived earlier than expected
The pretty blond was wearing a short shirt and a pleasant blouse. It was a very revealing outfit. The attire emphasized the cleavage of the breast and exposed a set of curvaceous legs.
Lynda had changed! She was always good looking. Now she is gorgeous!
A set of tits that had to be at least 38C's sits proudly on a petite torso. The body was fit and athletic. The skin sported an even bronze that was the results of a tan in the can booth. The long blond tress she had always maintained was enhanced by the skin tone. The vision caused an abnormal stirring in the brother's loins.
Lynda drops the travel bags and flings a pair of excited arms around his neck. She gives a deep tongue kiss. Dale didn't resist.
Their tongues twirl. Their bodies press even closer. The stirrings increased.
"Gawd!" Lynda says breathlessly hugging tightly, "I've missed you so, big brother."
Dale feels a firm upper leg rubbing up against his groin. It was a bare skin against a partly harden penis. The woman had to know what was touching her flesh. There was no indication that she did. The hug tightens. The probing leg continues to caress partially erect dick.
"Damn!" Dale remarks at the enthusiastic greeting, "You have missed me."
"More than you can imagine," she agrees still holding her brother's solid body close.
Dale gently pushes back to exam her. The peasant blouse really enhances a set of full mounds. Dale suddenly breaks the prolong stare at the orbs. The feeling of guilt arrives telling that he is becoming too attracted to them.
They move into the front room. Lynda sits down on the couch. The short shirt slides high up on the thigh. Black bikini panties are exposed. They fit snugly against a rounded ass and firm thigh.
"I need to change into some clothes," Dale excuses.
The brother really wanted to get away to regroup. This new Lynda had effects in ways that was wrong. Something had to be put on to hide the bulge!
"I would like to change as well," Lynda states.
A set of curvy legs opens a little wider. A pantied covered crotch is fully showing. The vision is obscuring the idea who this sexy bitch is!
"The guest room there," Dale points, "is where you'll stayin'." The turned on brother suggests, "Go in there to change."
Before getting into some other clothes, Dale strokes a very stiff rod. The desire was to work it down. The masturbation didn't quit until a string of cum shoots across the room. Bettie would be getting dick tonight.
When Dale comes out his sister was back on the couch wearing a long tee shirt and no bra. Two pink nipples show clearly through the thin fabric. He could see the black outline of the bikini panties. The hot brother was glad those were still on!
"Here," a tanned hand pats the nearby seat cushion, "sit next to me."
A photo album is held up. Lynda wants to show some pictures. A broad grin appears on the lovely face.
"As you wish," Dale concedes.
While positioning on the sofa, Dale immediately realizes that more than clothes changing had been done. A fresh aroma of perfume from a lovely neck is present. The fit body had a scent of a recent freshening as well.
"Let me show ya what I've been up to," she states opening the book. "These are some of the girls I've been workin' with," Lynda begins thumbing through the pages.
The club she had been dancing at was a very erotic place. The pictures were of women in explicit positions. Some showed them with other dancers and some with customers. Considering the sexual poses, Dale doubted that the activity stopped when the picture taking ended.
Lynda had nude pictures of herself dancing. They were much like the rest. One had her leaning back. A soft looking pink cunt was center of the picture.
"Sis," Dale questions, "Do'ya really believe you should be showin' your brother these pics?"
"Why not?" Lynda jokingly replies, "You gonna get a hard on an' jump my bones?"
"Was all activity like this there?" the curious Dale wonders.
Lynda quickly goes into telling of the erotic activities that went on. She didn't hesitate to go into detail. It was obvious she was proud of the 'shows' given.
"See this big redhead," she points to a picture of a dancer with another women between her legs, "This bitch would fuck anything an' anyone." She adds admiringly, "I don't think she ever stopped fuckin'."
"Really?" Dale remarks.
The brother feels a soft touch on his thigh. A bronzed hand squeezes gently. A soft smile is given.
"I'm really happy I decided to come here," she says with a peck on the cheek.
The grasp tightens. The hand moves upward on his thigh. The smile broadens.
"What about yourself?" he asks, wanting to get back to the pictures, "What did'ya do."
"I didn't do as much as a lot of the girls did," she giggles, "A quick feel of my ass an' pussy usually got me fives an' tens' down my panties."
That revelation brought unexpected visions. A sibling's cock is rising again. He really needed to move away.
The front door opens. Bettie had return early. Dale was glad she did.
"Hi, Baby!" she greets entering.
Bettie moves over to him. They kiss deeply. He holds her close.
