Chapter 9

It was Tuesday... Lisa was in the shower. She was washing off the wispy blonde pubic hairs she had got Joe to shave from her fanny. Joe watched her towelling herself dry and spraying her deodorant under her arms. He watched her dry and comb her lovely hair then put on her make-up. Lisa told Joe to choose her clothes. The blouse and skirt weren't too difficult, but Joe struggled as he sifted through her underwear, choosing the "right ones" for her date. Joe could hardly believe what was about to happen with his sister, choosing which bra she would wear, which panties she would wear, as she meets the guys who would take them off her -- he couldn't breathe. He chose matching, light blue silk panties and bra, and laid them out before her.

For the umpteenth time he went over the system they would adopt to ensure her safety when she was with these strange men. "Oh, Joey! Don't worry! I'm a big girl now and you'll be inside the wardrobe at all times. What can go wrong?" she teased him.

She finished dressing and waited for her 11am appointment to call. Joe felt a mixture of fear and jealousy watching her. She looked gorgeous as usual, and her blouse looked like it contained two huge melons. She undid another button and looked at herself sideways in the mirror. "Hmmm. I think my breast man should find these to his satisfaction." she murmured.

'What an understatement!' thought Joe. The door bell rang and they jumped. "He's here!" she cried. "Quick get in the wardrobe while I let him in." Joe handed her a packet of condoms and warned her, "Leese... be careful."

Lisa went downstairs and with a huge final breath she opened the door. A small timid looking man aged about 48 years stood holding his hat. "Come in." she purred, "I've been expecting you." She lead him up the stairs making sure he had a full view of her blue pantied backside. Once in the room she said, as if she had been doing this for years, "We agreed £40, I believe?"

He paid her without saying a word. Lisa asked his name. "Oh, call me John." He said in a shaking, nervous voice. They both stood right in front of Joe who was spying through the hinge of the wardrobe. She kissed him deeply; a chill ran down his spine. She didn't stop; as they kissed, his hands wandered over her clothing: his hands running over her huge breasts, between her legs, caressing her ass; hers spending most of their time rubbing the bulge in his pants. Finally, he began to unbutton her blouse; as he did, he whispered something in her ear. She smiled, and looked right at him the whole time he was unbuttoning and removing her blouse; the unspoken message was, "he's never seen tits like this in his life!" As her skin was exposed, Joe felt like he'd been betrayed.

John spent some time playing with Lisa's nipples through her bra -- the bra Joe had just selected for her. Her nipples grew so hard, and, standing sideways to him, they pointed at him as the tent in his pants pointed to her. Then, with another whisper in her ear, he unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt; as he lowered it down her legs, she again looked directly at Joe. They didn't make a sound, and he watched in amazement as his sister stood, clothed only in her underwear, in front of another man.

John began to run his fingers between her legs, never going inside her panties. She responded by moving in rhythm with his strokes; gently at first, then harder.

He reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and gently slid it off each shoulder. He paused for just a moment before exposing her nipples;. As he uncovered them, he looked at her naked bosom; she looked at Joe. John took her right breast -- the one closest to Joe -- in his hand, and began feeling her and then rubbing her nipple. It seemed to grow even harder in response to his touch. Then he knelt in front of her, took her entire areola in his mouth, and began sucking; at the same time, his hand returned to the space between her legs, and the dance started once again. Lisa looked down, watching him intently, enjoying every moment. What power she exerted on men!

Lisa had one more opportunity to look at Joe, as John lowered her panties down her legs, and she lifted each foot for him to slip them off. Now she was naked; and to his surprise, she walked the two steps over to him and stood in front of him. Then, she turned back to John. Whereas he had removed her clothes slowly, tenderly, she basically ripped his off him. She pulled his shirt over his head, opened his pants button and zipper with a single motion, and slowed down only long enough to drag his pants off his legs. With one more wave of her hands, his underwear was on the floor, too, and she -- and Joe -- stared directly at his erect penis.