I first realized my attraction for my cousin Maria when she was a senior in high school. She was 18, and I was 25. Even though we are related, we always flirt with each other, constantly pushing the limits of how close 1st cousins are supposed to be.
After three years of this torment, I finally formulated a plan to see her naked, at the very least. She was coming up from Miami for three weeks, and I knew this would be my one true shot. I arranged for her to stay at my house for a few days, and by some stroke of luck, the day before she arrived my roommate left for a week of camping and hiking.
The first couple nights were nothing special, just drinking and catching up on each other's lives after I got home from work. Friday, I was getting ready to set my plan into motion when Maria threw me a curveball. She said she wanted to go somewhere she'd never been before, and since Detroit is only a few hours drive, asked if I would mind taking her up there for a few days. We agreed to leave in the morning, but since it was still early we decided to go out for a few drinks and some dancing.
We ended up atone of the college clubs downtown, and after a few drinks hit the dance floor. Maria was grinding me furiously, staring into my eyes the whole time, and I could tell by the smirk on her face that she could feel my rock-hard cock pressing against her slim, tight belly. After a while, I couldn't take her teasing anymore, and had to leave the dance floor and have a few more drinks to settle down. She stayed on the dance floor for another hour or so, dancing with any guy who came up to her. By the looks on their faces, I guessed I wasn't the only one who'd been turned on by my cousin.
We decided to leave the club early, so we could get some sleep for our trip to Detroit. After getting her settled in the guest bed, I hopped in the shower and masturbated, recalling the feel of her body against mine.
Saturday afternoon, we checked into a hotel near the Detroit airport, and decided to drive around looking for something to do that night. We saw a few bars and clubs that looked promising, but then I saw what I'd been hoping to find.
"Huh... Up for some strippers tonight?" I asked, hoping she'd at least consider it.
"Sure," Maria said. "A couple of my friends and I go to 'em down in Miami every couple weeks. I can see how different it is."
I was ecstatic! My plan was working better than I'd hoped - No long discussion trying to persuade her, like I expected, and no flat out refusal, like I'd feared.
We decided to go shopping for some really nice clothes to wear that night, something special. I opted for black pants, a blue silk shirt, and a black silk tie, topped off with an old gangster-style hat. Maria wouldn't show me what she bought, saying only that she'd show me "when the time is right."
After a quick dinner, we headed back to the hotel to shower and get ready for our night out. Maria showered first so she could get dressed while I was showering, still keeping me in the dark about her outfit. I hurried as fast as I could, but still couldn't make it out in time to see her getting dressed. When I got out, she was already dressed, with an ankle length trench coat covering everything. She finished up her make-up, and we headed out.
The short ten-minute drive seemed to take hours as my mind raced through possible scenarios of what might happen that night, as well as what my beautiful cousin might be hiding under her coat.
We sat at the bar for a few drinks, checking out the dancers and clientele to see if it was worth our time and money. I thought we fit in quite well, with most of the patrons being middle-aged business men. Maria, however, still concealed, thought otherwise. "Too upscale," she said. "It'll cost us a fortune to have any fun in a place like this, and none of the girls are all that great anyway."
Fuck! 25 minutes in, and my plan was ruined. Or so I thought.
"I noticed a nice trashy looking place on the way here," Maria said. "Let's try them."
The difference was obvious the second we walked in. The guys were almost all truckers, and the dancers, most of whom were amazingly beautiful for such a dive, were letting the guys touch, like, poke, and suck anything they wanted to. One girl was even giving a guy a hand job under the table. I was in shock, to say the least, especially coming from Cleveland, where even accidentally touching a dancers tits or ass would result in several broken fingers. We found an open table in the back and settled into the seats.
When the waitress brought our beers, Maria asked what was with all the touching and fondling. "Oh, that's just the way we are, hon. Only three rules here - no fucking, no biting, no scratch marks," the waitress replied. "But then there's our unwritten rule," she continued, speaking directly to Maria. "Every female that comes in, no matter what she's like, is supposed to be on stage for at least one song. Mind ya, ya don't have to do it, just don't expect to be treated too kindly the next time ya come in if ya don't. We just ask for one song. You can even do it and then leave right away if you want."
Oh well, I thought. It would be cool to see my cousin up on stage, but since it was highly unlikely she'd ever set foot in this bar again, I resigned myself to not seeing her up there.
After a few songs, one of the dancers made her way to our table. She was a cute redhead, and introduced herself as Jordan. Before she even had a chance to ask if either of us wanted a dance, Maria asked her if they had private dances, and what the prices were.
"It depends," Jordan said. "If it's just you, 10 bucks. If it's your boyfriend, fifteen, and if it's both of you, it's twenty."
"Well," Maria said, "my boyfriend and I would both like one, but we want you to bring another dancer back with you, as well. Right, honey?"
"Absolutely," I replied, avoiding, as Maria had, letting Jordan know we were related, not dating. "Whichever girl you like best, bring her back with us.
After a few minutes, Jordan was back with a stunning brunette, who introduced herself as Alexis. The four of us made our way to the private rooms.
The room was pretty small, with just a little two person couch, a folding chair, and a mirror. When we got in, Maria finally took off her coat, and my jaw hit the floor. She was wearing a tiny little black skirt that came an inch or two below her firm ass, and a white fishnet shirt with a nearly transparent purple lace bra beneath it. "Your favorite color's still purple, right?" she asked, throwing me a sultry little pout and a wink. "Do you like the outfit?"
