There was still one weekend night before the big party, and Phip and Julia decided to go out dancing. Julia called Cindy and they decided to make it a foursome and meet at the club. Even though alcohol was served at the club they picked, they would all have to buy chips for alcohol-free drinks. Sometimes they managed to slip some alcohol in and doctor them up, but it wasn't necessary. They knew they'd have a good time dancing and talking and getting worked up for the big party.
Phip and Julia arrived first and were able to get a small round table on a level up from the dance floor where they could see the swaying sweaty bodies, but still get a breather if they needed one. Julia was wearing skin tight black pants and a stretchy, glittery gold top with no bra on underneath. Her nipples poked invitingly against the thin, clinging fabric that accented her flat stomach and pointy tits that stood up proudly. Phip sipped his cola and watched the dancers, comparing the women to his sister.
The DJ put on a slow song and he pulled her up on her feet and onto the crowded dance floor. He pulled her close to him, feeling her soft hair brush his cheek, and smelling the intoxicating aroma of her perfume. Her tits rubbed seductively against his chest as his arm caressed the small of her back. Both her arms were around her brother's neck, pressing tightly against him, gyrating her hips slowly into his groin.
"You're so sexy, Sis," he whispered in her ear, "I feel like fucking you right here."
She moaned against him and kissed the hollow of his neck. "Mmm. Sounds good, but I bet you'll say the same thing to Cindy when she gets here."
"Oh yeah," Phip agreed, "she's hot, too, but I love fucking you more than anyone."
"Cindy is awfully cute, though," Julia teased, tiptoeing to reach Phip's earlobe and nibble at it, her hot breath blowing into his ear, sending a chill through him. "Don't you think her little tits are just yummy, and that blonde pussy. Ooooh, it gets me hot just thinking about it."
"So you want to fuck our cousin, too, or . . . have you already?" Phip asked, feeling his erection rising to stab against his sister's grinding hips.
"Already have. And I want some more. Maybe we can share her," she breathed into his ear as the song ended and they made their way back to their table, hand in hand.
As they sat down, Julia spied Brad and Cindy moving around, looking for them. She stood up and waved her hand to catch their eyes and motion them towards the table. Cindy was wearing a tiny black mini-skirt with black hose underneath and a white silky top that clung to her curves. It ended just at her waist and she had the top three buttons undone, exposing a bit of lacy white bra. The four crowded around the circular table, sipping drinks. Phip was holding Julia's hand and Brad had his arm around Cindy.
"So, whatcha gonna wear to the party?" Cindy asked, looking into Julia's hazel eyes, her own blue ones sparkling with a mischievous grin, her frosted lips sucking at the plastic straw of her drink.
"I haven't exactly decided," she said, "but Mom has some little see-through number in mind for me. How about you? Didn't you tell me you had a mother-daughter outfit?"
"Um hmm. They're really cute. Mom and I look almost like twins in them. She's still so sexy it's hard to believe. I can't wait to show them off together."
"Well, our Mom and Dad have something special cooked up, but they won't tell us what it is. I have the feeling it's really outrageous, though. Mom orders Dad around like he belongs to her, so nothing much would surprise me."
"Oh, then you absolutely have to wear something sexy too. Mine is lacy little thing that hardly hides anything, and Mom and I don't plan on being the only ones showing our tits at the party. As a matter of fact, yours look awfully good right now," she said, fastening her gaze directly on Julia's pointy nipples standing firm against the shimmering gold top. For answer, Julia leaned her head back and shook her short hair from side to side, pulling her shoulders back and exposing her breasts even more to Cindy's lustful stare.
The DJ put on a compelling reggae tune with an insistent rhythm and Brad pulled Cindy up, her skirt riding up her thigh as she slid out of her chair. Phip and Julia followed behind them. As the music took over their bodies, and the crowd thickened around them, the four found themselves dancing practically in each other's arms. Brad watched Cindy's skirt inching up her thighs, her black encased thighs flashing in the neon lights, and her white top catching the stobes of the overheads as her top alternately clung and revealed her bra-encased tits, their motion setting a fire inside him.
Julia turned around and slid her ass against her brother's front, rubbing smoothly against him, feeling his hands holding her hips, pulling her to him, rubbing up her flat stomach, her bra-less tits jiggling as she bounced to the sexy music. She felt his hard-on through his tight-fitting pants, and wondered what it would feel like sliding up her ass.
She turned back around and reached a hand between his legs, running it the length of his hard cock, bringing beads of sweat to his forehead. She raised her arms over her head in abandon, feeling her body surrender to the throbbing reggae beat. Sex seemed to ooze through her entire body. She felt it deep inside her, lusting to find expression. She put her soul into making her body into an open container to be filled by the sexiness of the music, as her brother ground against her, urging her own with his own wanton motions.
Cindy was bending over, shaking her ass at Brad, the roundness of it stretched hard against the tiny mini-skirt, which now was revealing the bottoms of her ass cheeks, peeking out in the black tights. Brad bent over her, scooping her entirely off her feet, her ass held solidly against his crotch as he waved her around, and she shook her blonde hair from side to side, her arms at her side, her hands over his to help balance her weight. As the song crashed to an ending, he slid Cindy to the floor, passing her between his legs, then pulling her up by the hands, finally letting them go as he reached his hands to her ass, forcing her against him as she gently caressed his back. They ended the song with a brief kiss, Brad's tongue just brushing between Cindy's lips.
Julia leaped into the air to land with her legs around Phip's waist, almost knocking him to the floor, her hot snatch nestled snugly against his throbbing hard-on. She held on to his shoulders and leaned back a little, shaking her shoulders from side to side, making her tits come alive with the motion. Phip let her down, his hands sweeping around to cup her ass cheeks and give them a healthy squeeze. She put one arm around his back, brushing her breast against his arm and breathing into his ear. "One more dance like that and I might cum right here on the dance floor, " she said, walking back to the table with Brad and Cindy close behind.
They sat and caught their breath for a few minutes, filling their eyes with the sights of other sweaty, sexy bodies moving to the beat of the music. Cindy and Julia got up to go to the bathroom together. "Ever wonder why girls always go to the bathroom in pairs?" Brad asked his cousin. "I mean, you'd probably think it a little strange if I said I was going to the john and asked if you wanted to join me, right?"
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Phip said, chuckling at the thought. "Girls like to catch up on girl-stuff maybe, or maybe they're a little afraid of being caught alone. I don't know. Beats me."
As the guys sat sipping drinks, cooling off, they noticed the girls had returned, but had evidently stopped off on the dance floor. There they were dancing together in wild abandon, Julia with one leg between Cindy's, riding high up into the black skirt, forcing it up toward her waist. They were going back and forth, raising their hands over their heads to expose the luscious roundness of their tits. As Cindy leaned back, she reached forward and grasped Julia's hips to steady herself, pulling the brunette against her, driving her thigh up against the pussy just inside the snug black tights.
