I started pressing Yashvi’s boobs still comprehending the situation. Smita was overjoyed and she shut the door and locked it. By that time I and Yas...hvi had already started exploring our tongues in each others’ mouth. Umhmmh mamahh ammm went the slurpy noise of this brother-sister smooch. From the corner of my eye I can see Smita thoroughly enjoying this incest scene and fingering her labia.I then broke the kiss and started kneading Yashvi’s medium boobs. Seeing this Smita came to me too and I. Yet,as luck would have it,I left the office just in time to find the traffic at a stand still. So,when I saw a sign for the bar down the street I decided to pull in for a couple of beers. One hour and fo ur beers later,I looked out the window and noticed that I was finally going to have an easy drive home.Ah,Home!When I walked through the door something felt a bit off,but I figured it was probably the beers I drank. I mean,I Was buzzing pretty good. So I went to my bedroom,shed my clothes,took. Most looked like converted garages or machine shops. None of them was hiring but all three offered her time as a free-lancer, four short dances each hour for three hours at $25 per dance which meant $300 a night. The house fees varied from fifty to eighty dollars a night and all three places let girls keep whatever they made in tips for talking with customers or doing private dances. Lap dancing was not allowed, and dancers were supposed to supply their own music in CD form unless they wanted. She smiled, then pulled down a chemise andslipped it over his head. She smiled again as she saw his smile, but thebig surprises were yet to come. She next pulled down the pink petticoatand helped him into it, making sure it was in its proper place.Steven loved the feel of the soft feminine garments as his sister helpeddress him. He smiled as he twirled the petticoat, hearing the rustle.But he wasn't prepared for just how helpful his sister was being.Sarah smiled as she watched her brother.