I was watching a TV show late last night and got a great idea. One character is camping with another and claims he's going out to go to the bathroom. He comes running back in and screams about being bitten on his penis by a poisonous badger. He convinces the girl to suck all the poison out. Obviously, there are no poisonous badgers, but if I changed it to a snake, maybe it could work.
Needless to say, every time I tried this I simply ended up getting slapped. By the time this story begins, it will have been almost three years since having sex with a girl. I say with a girl because I have sex with my right hand quite often. With the types of methods I had been using to try and pick up girls, like the one I just described, three years could be considered nothing.
I guess I should tell you a little about myself. I'm 22 years old and I just graduated college. My focus was dance. I've been dancing since I was four and my twin sister has always been right at my side. That is, of course, until we went to different universities.
My sister is this unbelievably beautiful brunette with the perfect C cup breasts. I know what all you dancers are thinking; that dancing girls are notorious for small chests. Well, despite my sister being perfectly shaped, she was a fantastic dancer.
After graduation my mother wanted my sister and I to help her out with this fundraiser she was putting together at the end of the summer. She thought that a nice form of entertainment would be to have my sister and I put on a dance show. Why not? That's what we're good at, if she gave my sister an actual responsibility I doubt it would ever get done.
So my sister and I agree to dance for this fundraiser and start getting all the details from my mom about what she wants. She described that she would let us decide as long as two specific dances were performed at least once. She wanted a fast paced Jive and a slow Marimba.
No problem, whatever mother wants mother gets. I talked to my sister one day about our schedules for the summer and decided that this Sunday we would get together and choreograph some dances. That Sunday would forever change my life.
I had never thought of my sister sexually before. It was just something that never crossed my mind. Real dancers feel chemistry with their partners, but even the most romantic dances can be done with brother and sister and it's not weird. It's just dancing. When we were choreographing the Jive we were having a blast. We were laughing, joking with each other, we even shared some college stories and did a form of re-bonding after our four years basically apart.
When we got to the Marimba, things changed. It started off as laughing and playing still, but there's something about that dance that makes people a little more serious. As we got further through our steps we didn't laugh as much, we stopped talking about anything else but the moves. There wasn't anything wrong it was just that the dance has a different emotion underneath it, not as playful as the Jive.
We did a few steps and wrote them down, a few more steps and wrote them down and we finally reached the end of the dance. We agreed to run it a few times before we called it quits for the day. During the run, there was a move where my sister rolls her body up against mine. She then turns and drags her hand across my face and walks around behind me. Once behind me, she grasps my chest and presses her body up against my back.
That was where I got in trouble. I couldn't help it; it had nothing to do with my sister. I had a purely physical response. I started to grow in my pants. I thought it would go away quickly as soon as remembered that it was my sister dancing with me, but no luck. The next move has her dragging her hand around my body as she curves her body back around to the front of mine.
Her right side came in direct contact with my erect penis and she stopped cold. There wasn't even a moment where I could guess if she felt it or not. I knew right away that she felt it. She shot up quickly but didn't say anything. She looked at me a little shocked and said, "Um...Did I cause that?"
Sheepishly, I look her in the eyes and try to explain myself. "It's not you, it's more the fact that you're a girl and it's a very physical dance."
I tried to cover up, do the whole tuck it up into my underwear, but it just popped back down. She kind of smiles, a little embarrassed and says, "If you need to go take care of that and come back, that's fine."
I can't believe this. I am so embarrassed. My sister is talking about my erection that I got while dancing with her. I look at her and don't know what to say.
"Relax, it happens to guys all the time, it's no big deal." She says to me.
"It is a big deal, it's really embarrassing! I'm dancing with my sister and I get hard? I mean, come on, how is that not a big deal?" I ask.
She very honestly says, "I said you can go take care of it, we need to finish this dance up. So will you please go in your room and take care of it so we can be done here?"
The next thing came out of my mouth long before I could have filtered it. "Honestly sis, if I try to go and take care of it, I'm just going to be thinking about how I got it, dancing with you, and I'm not going to be able to finish."
"Can I help?" She said.
"What?"
"I mean, you said that if you tried it wouldn't work, do you want me to try?"
"No! Are you kidding? I can't let you do that!"
Calmingly she replied, "Relax, it's no big deal, I'd just be another girl, another dance partner, helping you out so that we could get back to rehearsal. Don't tell me you've never done anything with any of your dance partners."
"Well, yeah, I have. But you're my sister! I don't think I can get past that."
"Ugh, just lie down. Come on, lie down on the bed and close your eyes. Think about some girl you've danced with before. Okay?"
