Helping my Cousin Perfect her Stripper Dancing [dancing; incest]

By Rodney Robertsen

I was lounging around the living room of my parents’ house one afternoon, a little sweaty from just having mowed the lawn in the sun, thinking about a shower, but not quite motivated yet to do it. At the prime age of 19, I still lived with my parents; this made sense, because I was enrolled full time at the local community college, getting some of my basic credits in on the cheap. Mom and Dad didn’t charge me rent, and in return I kept the lawn and gardens crisp and clean, the windows washed, the garbage taken out, and any other random chores that Mom was fond of assigning me. All in all, it was a sweet deal for me, since I had my own room in an otherwise unoccupied basement, and could study, game, or fuck to my heart’s content.

Speaking of fucking, I hadn’t done a lot of that for a few weeks, ever since my now-ex-girlfriend Tiffany had dropped the boom on me, calling me a loser and breaking up with me. “You might have a big cock,” she said, “but you’re boring and unmotivated. Community college? For fucks sake.” Then she promptly started dating some greasy auto mechanic. You know, whatever.

Anyway, I was sitting back at home, sipping a bottle of water, when the front door opened, and Jessica walked in. She was the daughter of my Dad’s sister, and lived a mile or so away in her own apartment, but because she was young and always broke, she came here a lot, helping herself to food and laundry soap and other things.

I adored Jessica. She was a year older than me, a short, petite little spitfire of a gal, with flowing long hair which changed color every month. Right now it was dirty blonde, and matched her thin eyebrows. She had big blue eyes, heavy artificial lashes, and a pert little pixie nose. All in all, I thought she was model gorgeous. She wore as few clothes as possible, and today was in short shorts and a thin white tanktop. I could see bikini lines under her shirt, and her small breasts were pointed through them. She was always unable to hide her nipples, which I figured must be pretty large.

“Hey Rodney, there you are. What’s up?” she said brightly, closing the door and bouncing over to me. She leaned down and gave me a peck on the cheek, as she usually did. I noticed she smelled very nice. Great perfume.

“Not much.” I said. “You probably shouldn’t get to close to me. I just mowed the lawn and smell like ass.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Yeah, I noticed.”

“What you doing?” I asked, as she dropped onto the couch next to me.
“Well,” she said. “I kind of have a secret to tell you. And a favor to ask you.”

I stiffened up. “I can’t lend you my car again, sorry,” I said. “That accident you…”

She chuckled and laid a small, smooth hand on my arm. The hairs on my forearm rose a bit. “Not the car, that’s fine.”

“Well what?”

“Tell you what. I want to grab a snack. Why don’t you hop in the shower, so I can be next to you without my eyes watering, and then I’ll tell you.”

“Sure,” I said agreeably. I got up and went down to the basement, hopped in the shower and scrubbed off, even my balls and taint, because hey, you never know. Ten minutes later, fresh and dried off, I was back out on the couch.

It didn’t look like Jessica had eaten anything. She sat down, and I smelled hard alcohol. “Did you just take a shot?” I asked. She grinned and nodded.

“Okay, whats up?” I said. I knew Jessica wasn’t much of a drinker. She smoked weed like it was going out of style, but alcohol was not much on her to do list.

“I finally got a chance to make some money,” said Jessica. “I got an offer to dance down at the Crazy Cowgirl.”

“You mean strip?” I said. She nodded. “Yep. I start there tomorrow night. They are going to train me a little, but basically I have to dance six times during the evening, keep my tips, and then keep half of what I make on lap dances. My girlfriend who works there clears $500 on a good night.”

I nodded. “Ok, well you have the body and looks for it. You think you can put up with the creepy dudes?”

“For $500 a night, you bet I can,” she said. “And thanks for the compliment. You don’t think my tits are too small? A lot of strippers have huge implanted tits.”

“Your body is fine,” I said. “A lot of guys, me included, like small breasts. Its really your ass that matters, and honestly, if you’re dancing at the Crazy Cowgirl, how your pussy looks when you are on the floor with your legs spread and holding yourself open.”

She giggled, and squeezed my thigh through my jeans. “I see you’ve been there.”

“Of course,” I said. “A few times. But I’m not one of those guys trying to finger the dancer’s cunts in the front row.”

“So don’t tell my mom or your parents, please,” said Jessica.

I shook my head. “Of course not.”

“And now about that favor.” Jessica said. I regarded her quizzically, and realized that while I had been in the shower, she had taken off her bikini under her tank top, and was sitting across from me with full glorious nipples pointing through her shirt.

“I’m a good booty dancer and twerker, but I am not sure about giving lap dances. I’ve never done it. I want to practice on someone. And that’s going to have to be you.”

“Me?” I said. “We’re cousins.”

“So? My friend Melanie fucks her two cousins all the time. And I’m not talking about fucking. I’m just talking about doing a lap dance on you. I trust you, and you’re hot so it won’t be gross for me. And I know you can keep secrets.”

“Sure,” I said. “Lets do it.” She laughed with joy. “And don’t,” she said, as she pulled her tanktop off over her head “don’t pretend for a moment you aren’t thrilled to have me rub my tits in your face and my ass and cunt on your lap.”

“Do we need music?” I asked, a little surprised to see my gorgeous cousin just disrobe in front of me. “No,” she shook her head. “Music’s in my head. You just sit back on the couch. Your parents won’t be home for a while, right?”

“Nope, gone for two more hours at least.”

“Good,” she said. And then Jessica stood up in front of me and began undulating her hips, moving her arms around, pulling her long hair back behind her shoulders, and caressing her own torso and legs as she danced in front of me. Her eyes locked on mine and she smiled and licked her lips, and then she was reaching up with one hand to stroke her own nipple, the other hand playing down near the crotch of her shorts.

“Nice,” I mumbled, feeling my cock rise a little in my jeans. Jessica turned her back to me and shook her ass, and then slowly pulled her shorts up into her ass crack, revealing the tops of her perfect buttcheeks. She squatted slowly back and then I felt her soft ass on my lap, her legs on either side of me, and she was rubbing her crotch back and forth on my hardening cock.

Jessica looked back and me, and without missing a beat with her stroking ass said “Clients can touch if they tip enough. Let’s assume you tipped me, and that means you can grab and stroke my body.”

“You don’t mind?” I kind of croaked. Giggling, she shook her head. “Do whatever you want. I trust you. And I like that I’m able to turn you on.”

So I began feeling her round, luscious ass as she rubbed it on me. My hands gripped her lush flesh, squeezing and kneading, and Jessica was moaning as she ground her cunt into me. It all felt a little moist between us, and I had to push her up a bit and adjust my cock, straightening it out under her. Now the head was pointed at my bellybutton, and just popping out of the top of my jeans.

“Nice, Cous.” She said. “I can feel your boner.”

“Sorry,” I said, although I kept touching her prime ass.

“Don’t be. I know you have a nice cock.” It didn’t occur to me at the time to ask how she knew that. I cleared my throat and kept rubbing her ass as Jessica ground her now obviously moist crotch against my jeans, riding the top of my long hard cock, which was held down by my tightly buttoned jeans.

“Do you dance in shorts or panties?” I asked. “Usually a thong, but we get rid of it halfway through,” she said. “Good point.” And she stood up and skinned her shorts down her legs. She was pantiless, and there in front of my eyes was her shaven pink slit. “Lovely,” I breathed. “You have a fantastic pussy.”

“Take your pants off,” she said. “If I’m going to be naked so are you.” I didn’t argue, and pulled my pants down my legs, and pulled my shirt off. My cock was pointed at the sky.

Jessica looked down at me. “We can’t tell our parents about this.” And without another word, she straddled me, thrusting her small hard tipped breasts in my face, and impaled herself on my cock. I felt her tight, wet cunt slide down on my dick, and then I was fully inside her. Jessica moaned loudly and breathed in my ear, and then pushed herself up again and down again on my cock. “God, that’s fucking fantastic,” she said.

“You can’t just fuck people at the club,” I said. “That’s dangerous plus you might get fired.”

“I know, Silly,” she breathed in my year, and then began licking it. “This is just fucking between us. I’ve been so fucking horny today. And I’ve often thought of fucking you.”

I pushed myself up and threw her down on the couch. Her slender legs spread wide, and I pushed back into my beautiful cousin, and began to pound her hard, filling her tight hole with my slippery but steel-hard rod. She groaned and urged me on the entire time, and then she was screaming my name and cumming, and then went silent. After she finished, near a climax myself, I pulled out of her sopping cunt, climbed up over her body and began to stroke my cock near her forehead as she eagerly licked and sucked at my balls. It only took a minute of her tongue dancing against my testicles and her eyes looking up at me the whole time, daring me to cover her face with cum, and I lost it, beginning to blast strings of white hot cum all over her face. She enthusiastically tried to get my cock in her mouth and finally succeeded, sucking down the remaining jism. I was howling, and finally the pleasure subsided a little, and she pushed me off of her, my cock popping out of her mouth.

“That was a hella dance lesson.” I said. “I’d like to do that again sometime.”

“Oh, for sure,” Jessica said, hopping up and gathering her clothes. “I’ll probably be horny as fuck giving handjobs and sucking dick in the back room, and I plan to swing by your room after my shift to make you fuck away my horniness.”

I liked the sound of that plan, and that is exactly what she did after that. Regularly.

The End.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/dwtzyd/helping_my_cousin_perfect_her_stripper_dancing