NOTE ---- All naughty activities in this story are completed by people 18 years of age and older. No pets were harmed with the writing of this story. A big thank you to "Snookered" for editing duties.
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Attending my sister's wedding last week end I had to smile. She was so beautiful. She floated above the assembled celebrants as she walked the aisle. It was a wonderful occasion.
My smile was for that wonderful day, but also just a snapshot of my mind going back years. Back to a simpler time when kids were kids and learned more about life each and every day. A blast from the past remembrance.
Thinking back to the year that Courtney turned 18, I could not help but think about some of the nights that my lovely sister made unforgettable, as well as equally bedazzling several friends.
You see, back then, the guys would have a weekly poker game at one of our houses. Basically, there were five players, but we alternated the game between four houses as one of our players parents refused to allow "gambling" in their home. Oh well, no big deal.
We'd play poker at my place once a month, either on the dining room table if my parents were out for the night or in the basement if they were on hand. We'd munch on popcorn and wet things down with soda. No beer. Just kids in our late teens playing penny ante cards.
The guys always loved it when Courtney would arrive home from her normal baby-sitting duties, and she'd laugh with us and graduate over time to being a waitress and make a few more bucks. We'd tip her a buck or two at the end of the nigh to thank her for various duties, like refreshing sodas or replacing snacks.
I should mention my friends always wanted to date my 18-year-old sister, but she wasn't into it. She had a couple guys who she'd go to movies or lunch with, and she knew better that accept a date from one of my buddies as she'd lose the ability to joke with us and just be a friendly teenager.
Courtney would joke with the guys about their first year of college and the chasing of college girls. But also wanted to know about studying, difficulty of classes and everyday campus life. Her big goal was to get a car, but finances around the house were such that our father could come up with a small down payment but she was responsible for anything above that number.
To build a bankroll Courtney did odd jobs around the neighborhood, served food at a local restaurant, baby sat, and saved everything she could. Despite the savings she still only had cash for a non-reliable POS junker. So, she saved and saved some more. She had a great personality, a very fine ass and nice, pert 32B tits. She could be provocative yet demure. So, she never found difficulty in getting a basic job.
Which brought us to the night the week of her birthday when she busted into our poker game -- ok, she merely walked into the room --- and after some pleasantries she sat to the side and watched our play.
It was a time for smiles, eye raising and innuendo. She could give and she could take.
Somewhere along the line Tom said to Courtney, "Hey honey, get me a soda."
Courtney smiled, shook her head letting her long brunette hair flair to and for, and went to the kitchen and got the drink. She came back into the room and presented Tom the drink with a flair. "Oh sir, here's your drink."
Tom smiled, reached into the pot, and pulled out a dollar bill. He made a production of slipping it under the belt that surrounded her dress' midsection.
"Ohh, thank you sir."
Okay, not Oscar worthy, but the scene was funny and each of the guys started kidding about her taking the dollar. Charlie mentioned it looked as if Courtney knew how to get those bucks and wondered if she worked at Savanah's -- a local strip club.
"You wish," said my sister.
In any event the little back and forth brightened our night. Later, after the guys had left and Courtney and I were talking, she asked if it was inappropriate for her taking the seven dollar bills by the end of the night from the guys. I told her she was providing a service, got some tips, and deserved them.
The next week saw each of the poker playing friends joke with me about Courtney, and I firmly insisted she was off limits.
In any event, two weeks later it was Kenny's turn to host but couldn't as his parents were having a party, so I volunteered to host our weekly game. My parents were on a "date" that night, but we played in the basement just because.
The game was going well but got better when Courtney came downstairs to greet one and all, smiling and talking about a cheer event coming up the next night. The guys all said Courtney and her teammates were great and would win, and that led to Kenny asking if we could see Courtney modeling her cheerleading outfit. After a little cajoling she agreed.
She went to her room, changed, and soon she was back downstairs, spinning and turning and jumping in the basement while the guys, me too, ogled her look, outfit and cheering.
Along the way Tom mentioned he'd dropped something by the stairs and asked my sister if she could get it for him. She went over, bent over, and I realized what was going on. Tom knew her bending over would put her behind and bright red panties on display. We all were riveted to her butt until she realized what was going on.
"You guys are such juvenile pigs," said Courtney, smoothing down her skirt. "But harmless oikers!"
Innuendo followed, and Courtney did her waitress thing and began collecting dollar bills for her efforts. She looked so very sexy in her cheerleader outfit and brought a smile to each of us guys as she'd work the crowd.
Along the way Kenny pushed the envelope. "Hey Courtney, I know you need more cash for your car, and wonder what you'd do for a donation."
My sister went with the flow, and said "Not much. I'm not that kind of girl. You will have to go down to South Street for a hoe."
We all laughed. Kenny came right back, though. "No, no, no. I know you are a good girl. I know you wouldn't do bad stuff. I was just wondering if you'd allow us to see your backside sans panties for a peekaboo view for a minute. You know, just show us that wonderful ass. I'd throw in ten bucks for that and think others would to..."
Courtney shook her head no, but after some back and forth did wonder out loud, "no touching just looking?"
"Yup" came the response for the assembled group of horny guys.
With that she directed us to place our chairs about ten feet from the stairwell. All lights were turned on, and the girl insisted no touching, no pictures, and no talking about this outside the room. We all agreed.
We moved then took our seats, and then Courtney danced around in front of us. She wiggled and did some of her cheer routine. Then, as we all stared, turned and bent over the steps. Her skirt covered her goodies, and she wiggled a bit more, moving that backside back and forth, teasing with some pizazz.
