by Terry Towers
Every ounce of energy seemed to drain from me, and I slumped back into my chair, deflated. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath in and slowly released it. I felt like I was going to start hyperventilating at any moment and willed myself to calm down. Me and my bad choices. But then again, I didn’t completely feel like this was a bad choice. Sure, stripping wasn’t exactly accepted by a lot of folks around here, and many people felt it was morally questionable— but that wasn’t me. I wasn’t one of those judgemental types.
“Are you serious, Andy?”
I’d forgotten Sam was holding my hand until I felt him give it a gentle squeeze. It was reassuring that our encounter the previous night didn’t even come to mind.
“I am serious. We need to make a go of The Foxy.”
Sam nodded.
“You think it’s insane too, don't you?”
He shrugged. “It’s unorthodox. I don’t completely disagree with it, but you know, there’s lots of trouble that comes with that type of club.”
“I know.” In truth, I was concerned that it was a decision that would be the final nail in the coffin of our bar. “But if we’re going to go out, we should go out swinging.”
“We’re still going to need money to pay for renovations. It’s not just as easy as making an announcement.”
“Then I'll go back and dance tomorrow night.” I gave him a rueful smile. As much as I got a thrill out of the experience, now that the adrenaline rush was over, I didn’t know if it was something I could do all over again. I talked a big game, but it became clear to me tonight that after the rush wore off, I wasn’t nearly the exhibitionist I thought I was. The idea that I had yesterday about doing cam shows seemed ridiculous to me now. It was a "desperate times calls for desperate measures" type of idea. Amazing, the amount of clarity a person could regain in the span of a day. Would another 24 hours give me new insights on turning The Foxy into a strip club?
“No!” He gave me a stern look. “That isn’t necessary. I’ll...figure something out.” We stared at each other a moment, and uneasiness began to creep up within me again as the memory of the previous evening pushed all other thoughts aside. I knew he was thinking the same thing, because his eyes took on a heated, hungry look.
I needed to get out of there, ASAP, before we had a re-enactment of the previous day. “I should get to sleep, it’s been a long day.” I pulled my hand from his and stood. “Goodnight.”
Sam reached out and caught my wrist in his hand as I began to leave the table. “Wait.”
My body froze for a moment, but I forced myself to look down into his eyes. Damn, he was sexy. His eyes were so dark and mysterious— they were captivating. I wanted to kiss him again. I wanted to feel how he had made me feel yesterday.
It looked like he was going to say something, and I braced myself for whatever it was he was going to say. The way I was feeling right now, vulnerable, helpless, with my mind in such a flurry, I know that if he suggested I spend the night with him in his room, I’m pretty sure I would. But that would be wrong.
“What do you want, Sam?”
Giving his head a shake, he released my wrist. “Nothing. Have a good night, Andy.”
Chapter 8
Eric
“I’m fine, man. Really.” The cab driver looked doubtful, but nodded.
“That’ll be thirteen dollars, pal.”
Pulling my wallet from my back pocket, I passed him fifteen dollars and waved off the change.
“Thanks.”
I gave him a half-wave as I fumbled for the door handle of the cab. I couldn’t find it.
“Where in the fuck is the handle?” I growled just as my hand found it. Giving it a yank, the door clicked, and I pushed it open. Carefully, I stepped out of the cab, and the cool night air hit me, and I got the sudden urge to vomit. Jesus, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this drunk.
You know what, I’m lying. I do remember. It was when our parents died. After the funeral, I went to the bar and drank until I passed out. Sam and Andrea found me the next morning, asleep on the floor behind the bar, a pile of vomit not too far from my head. I don’t remember that night, and honestly, I'm glad I didn’t. It was one of those dark times in my life I wished I could forget.
Kinda like this one.
But now was different. I know Sam and Andrea considered me a buzzkill and an asshole at times. But it couldn’t be helped. I needed to keep the family afloat, emotionally and financially. It was a burden I vowed to bear. But that wasn’t all. I couldn’t get the sight of Andrea up on the stage bumping and grinding out of my mind. Or the way her tits jiggled as she moved. She had large, pink areolas. I’m a breast man, and every time I thought about it, my dick would jerk alive in my pants. I’m no saint, I’d thought about Andrea in that way a few times over the years. Usually, when I was jerking off, her image would pop into my mind, but this time was different. Seeing her as a purely sexual being had awakened something in me, a deep seated, feral hunger.
I was royally fucked. So in an attempt to clear my mind, I went to the bar and got thoroughly shit-faced again. Although this time, I was able to make my way back on my own. Well, with a little help from the cabbie.
I had almost made it to the front door when something caught my foot, and I went stumbling forward. As I felt my body go down, I reached out and managed to grab onto the iron railing. Looking down, I realized where I’d gone wrong. I’d forgotten there were steps leading to the front door. Ooops.
Carefully, I made my way up the remainder of the steps and grasped the door handle. It turned in my hand. Hallelujah! At least one thing went right for me today. Stepping inside the house, all was quiet, and there only lights on were the hallway leading to the upstairs stairwell.
Good. I didn’t want either of them seeing me in this condition. Sure, Sam had seen me drunk more than a few times, especially as teenagers, but a part of me was scared he’d take one look at me and know my deep, dark secret. I was lusting over our sister.
Walking—no, correction—stumbling down the hallway, I had almost made it to the staircase when I heard a voice call out from the living room I was in the process of passing.
“Eric?”
Glancing to the right and into the living room, I saw Andrea peeking up from the back of the sofa. Her face was clean of make-up, hair pulled into a tight ponytail at the back of her head. I loved seeing her this way. She looked beautiful and sexy with make-up on, but with all that stripped away, you got to see the natural beauty that she really was.
“Yeah.”
Her eyes narrowed at me as she examined me a moment. “Are you drunk?”
“Nah.” I straightened and started walking—stumbling—again.
“Bullshit.”
Letting out a loud sigh, I closed my eyes and counted backwards from ten. Nine… Eight… Seven…
“I need to talk to you.”
Six… Five… Four…
“Have a serious talk.”
Three… Two… One…
Opening my eyes, I focused my gaze on her again. “About what?”
“The Foxy and its future.”
“Now? The last thing I want to do is have this conversation at…” I looked down at my wrist at my analogue watch. The numbers were annoyingly blurred. Squinting, I was able to see it was 2, maybe 3 in the morning. Fuck it. “It’s late, Andrea. It can wait until morning?”
“No, it can’t. I can’t sleep, I’m so worked up over the whole thing.” She got up from the couch, circled around it, and began making her way over to me. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her breasts bounced freely with each step.
I couldn’t help it, I stared at her tits. They were hypnotic. And fuck. Her nipples were tight and pressing against the form fitting camisole she was wearing. Dammit, I’m getting hard! Fuck, fuck, fuck!
My eyes narrowed at her as she approached me. Was she doing this on purpose? Trying to tempt me? My dick was now at half-mast and kept rising at the thought.
Ye
ah, she was knew you were going to be at the strip club and decided to strip there tonight, just to tempt you, jackass. A voice in the back of my head scolded.
Fuck!
I raked a hand through my hair, embarrassed I'd even thought of that. She teased once and a while, but I knew for a fact that fucking either myself or Sam was the last thing she wanted. She’d made it perfectly clear from day one that she considered us brothers, totally off-limits.
God, what was wrong with me? Despite her approaching me, I started my way up the stairs. “We’ll talk tomorrow,” I called over my shoulder at her.
As I ascended the stairs, her light footsteps came after me. She was nothing if not persistent. Maybe if I ignored her long enough, she’d go away.
No such luck.
I made it to my bedroom door just as she caught up to me, grabbing my upper arm and urging me to turn back and face her.
Letting out a sigh of defeat, I allowed myself to be turned to face her, but I wasn’t going to talk to her without giving it one more last ditch effort to persuade her to wait until tomorrow. “I’m tired and kinda drunk right now, Andrea. I’m in no condition to talk seriously with you right now.”
The look of determination in on her face and in her eyes wavered. Seeing her hesitation to continue, I opened the door to my bedroom and entered.
She followed me in.
Damned girl was like a dog with a bone when she wanted something! This was partially her father’s fault—she grew up not knowing what the word ‘no’ meant!
Even though I knew it wouldn’t work, I tried to ignore her, grasping the hem of my t-shirt and pulling it up and over my head. Balling the t-shirt up in my fist, I threw it towards the laundry hamper. I missed. It came up a foot short and landed onto the floor.
“I think we really need to have a serious talk about the bar.”
I sighed in defeat, turning back to face her. “Andrea, I’m drunk and tired. This isn’t a conversation I want to have right now.”
“I didn’t like how things got left off earlier. And considering you rarely drink, it’s obvious you’re upset.” She took a couple steps closer to me, close enough that I could smell her shampoo. It was an apple scent. Every time I got a whiff of apples, it made me think of her. She’d been using the same shampoo for as long as I knew her.
“It doesn’t matter. Just drop it.” I undid my belt and pulled it out of my jean loops. I didn’t even try to toss it onto the dresser, figuring I’d miss, instead opting to drop it to the floor. Next came the jeans. Undoing the buttons, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and nodded towards the door, signalling for her to leave. “Do you mind?”
“I’ve seen you in your underwear before, Eric.” She planted her hands on her hips and shrugged.
I was about to say 'screw it' and pull them down when the throb between my legs reminded me of one very embarrassing thing. My dick was now solid.
Damn, and double damn.
“Get out, Andrea.”
“No.”
Normally I’m a happy drunk, but her refusal to give me space was beginning to annoy me.
“I’m not playing. If you don’t leave…”
“You’ll what?” She stood a little straighter, challenging me with her eyes. “Tell on me?”
“No. I’ll fucking make you leave.” This wasn’t the first time I had to forcefully make her do something. Unfortunately, I suspected it wouldn’t be the last.
“You can try.”
A snarl escaped my lips as I stepped forward and grabbed onto her hips. In one swift movement, I had her up and over my shoulder.
Immediately, she started to squirm on my shoulder, kicking her feet and pushing against my back with her hands. “Let me go! Let me go this instant! You big brute!”
I started walking towards the door with her protests becoming louder with each step, but I only made it several steps before my undone pants fell down my legs and puddled around my ankles.
Well, shit!
I tried to make it another couple of feet, even with my ankles virtually bound, but didn’t get far. Between the restricting of my legs, the alcohol, and the squirming chick on my shoulder, it was a recipe for disaster. I felt myself stumble and managed to shuffle a couple feet to the left, towards the bed, moments before we began to topple.
Andrea squealed as we fell towards the bed. It felt like it all was happening in slow motion. The slow fall, the attempt to push her off of me and onto the bed with her clinging to be as she felt me lose balance. Then it all fast-forwarded, and my next realization was that she was spread-eagle on my bed, my jeans around my ankles and my face smack dab between her breasts.
“Ugh, damn.” I groaned as I tried to get up, slipped, and my lips grazed her barely covered nipple. Though in truth, it might as well have been naked, considering how sheer the material was. I don’t know what in the hell came over me, or why I did it, but all my thoughts were jumbled. My lips parted, and I gently bit at her pebbled nipple over the material.
Her scent and soft body under me was like a drug. I was losing my senses, I’d never in my wildest dreams do this, otherwise. Her soft gasp as I touched her nipple a second time only urged me on. Bracing a hand on either side on her head, I ground my erection against her pelvis, releasing her breast and nipping at her collarbone.
She groaned. Or at least, I think she groaned… maybe it was me. My passion was rapidly rising, threatening to consume me. Her fingernails gripped into the muscle of my bare shoulders. She liked it a little rough—sweet Jesus, she was so fucking hot. My lips worked their way along her jaw and to her lips.
Without hesitation, I claimed her lips with mine. They were so damned soft, like satin. Her lips parted, allowing me in, and I eagerly accepted her invitation. When our tongues touched, it sparked a desire so feral in me that I could barely control myself, and the fact that she was my stepsister didn’t even occur to me anymore, I was past the point of caring. I was about to lower one of my hands to her breast when I felt her pushing against my chest.
Lifting my lips from hers, I looked down at her, and my entire body went still. There was no denying there was lust in her eyes, but there was something else—something much more disturbing. Confusing and frightening.
“Andrea?”
My mouth dropped open.
“Holy shit! Andrea!” I got up from her so quickly that those damned jeans tripped me, and I fell backwards, landing flat on my ass in the center of the bedroom floor looking up at her as she got up from the bed. Her cheeks had grown crimson red, and she was frantically fixing her hair.
Reality came crashing down on me. I’d kissed my stepsister. I’d rubbed my erect cock between her legs. I had her nipple in my mouth. FUCK!
Just when I thought this day couldn’t have gotten any worse.
But she’d kissed me back. Hadn’t she? She moaned when my teeth enclosed her nipple. Surely that hadn’t been my imagination?
“Andrea?”
“I gotta go.” She mumbled and rushed from my room as if the devil himself were at her heels.
With a groan of frustration, I flopped back onto the carpeted floor.
“Stupid ass. I’m such a stupid ass.”
Chapter 9
16 Years Ago
Andrea
This was so awesome! I was in the process of marrying the two coolest boys in our neighbourhood. My best friend Tina was being the minister. I wasn’t sure about her being the minister, cause I thought ministers were supposed to be old guys, like grandpa, but I guess this doesn’t count, so it was okay.
“Do you guys take her?” Tina asked the brothers.
“Yeah,” they said in unison, grinning.
I looked around us. There were four more of our friends here, watching. I’d put on my very best dress for this. I was supposed to wear white, but I didn’t have a white dress, so I had to wear pink. Close enough, Tina had said. I trusted her opinion—she was a year older than me, and that made her wiser than me. Tina knows a lot of stu
ff. I hoped I’d be as smart as her when I turned seven.
Tina turned to me, “And do you take Sam and Eric?”
I looked at the brothers and grinned. “Yep.”
“’Kay, then you guys are married. Kiss.”
The tiny audience began to giggle while they chanted, “Kiss, kiss, kiss.”
Suddenly, I was nervous. Really nervous. I didn’t think this far ahead. I’d forgotten the part where I had to kiss them. This was my very first kiss from a boy. Boys.
Sam hesitated and then stepped forward. He quickly kissed me on the lips and pulled back just as quickly. A chorus of “ewww" and "ohhhh” accompanied the kiss I got from Eric.
“Look, she’s blushing,” Todd, one of the twins' friends stated and laughed. I didn’t like Todd, he was kind of a bully. I don’t know why Eric and Sam were friends with him. Now that we were married, I’d have to talk to them about being friends with Todd.
“Shut up, Todd,” Tina yelled at him. “Don’t be a jerk. You weren’t even invited to the wedding.”
“Was too!” he replied. “Sam invited me. So you shut up, Tina.”
Sam and Eric were grinning. They were super cute. Cutest boys in our school, and both really nice, too. I know this wasn’t a real marriage, but that didn’t matter. In my mind, the three of us would be best friends forever.
~*~ TT ~*~
Present
Andrea
What in the hell was going on? I felt the rock-hard bulge pressing against my pelvis, and I became immediately turned on, despite myself. For a moment, as his lips brushed across mine, I forgot that I was with Eric, but I was with Sam again. My insides quivered, and I melted for a split second. But then the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Eric. Sam. Either way, it didn’t matter. This wasn’t right.
Pushing against his chest, I forced him to break the kiss. He looked down at me with hunger and confusion in his eyes. Was it the alcohol that was making him act this way? Heat of the moment? Sam was so spontaneous that I wasn’t overly shocked over what had happened at the bar. But Eric hardly took chances. Everything he did was thought through.