Dirty Family Secrets

Sins Of Our Blood--Ch2

Sure enough, Jamie drove us into the city. The four of us made small talk on the way, until we finally parked in a garage and got out, walking toward the street. Ava and Jamie were a couple, in case you didn't know. They had been together for four years and it seemed pretty likely they would end up married. Ava was wearing a yellow, body-hugging dress that went down to her ankles. It looked great on her. She had a somewhat pear-shaped body, with hips that were wider than her bosom. She looked gorgeous but had always complained about her body shape. The dress she wore hid it nicely, which I'm sure made her happy.

Jamie was dressed almost the same as Teddy, except his jeans were a lighter blue and his t-shirt was gray. His outfit didn't look as nice as my brother's. I had never known Jamie to care about brand, so it probably came from Target. Or maybe even Walmart. He wasn't as muscular as my brother, so the short sleeves hung loosely around his biceps.

Three blocks away from where we parked, our friends turned toward the entrance of some sort of club. I'm glad I ate something earlier, since it didn't seem like we were going to a restaurant. Glancing up on my way inside, I frowned when I saw the name of the place. Midnight Secrets. There were silhouetted figures posing on either side of the sign. The ones on the right were clearly feminine while the ones on the left were males. The poses seemed rather suggestive.

Less than a minute later, I understood what the place was. It was a strip club. Except it wasn't like any I had ever been to before. Usually strip clubs were either all women or all men. This one seemed to be a combination. (We later found out that the male dancer nights were mainly during the week.) We walked past a coat check that appeared empty. It was summertime, and still warm even though the sun was nearly set. Ava led us down a corridor and through an arched doorway that opened into a large room. The place looked like a big sports lounge, with leather chairs and couches and little glass tables strewn about. The room was hazy with cigar smoke and smelled musky. I didn't mind it. Oddly, it was almost a little arousing to me.

Our friends led us to an empty cubby that had a dark, red leather loveseat and three leather chairs situated in a semi-circle around a long coffee table. Teddy and I sat down on the loveseat together while Ava and Jamie settled into two chairs that were right next to each other on our left. There was no one on stage at the moment, so I figured it must be between shows. It had been a couple years since I had been in a strip club and, like I said, never one quite like this. This one felt posh. Upscale. I hoped the dancers matched the facade.

A cute waitress came by a few minutes later and took our drink orders. Her name was Camille and she had a thick French accent. Her outfit reminded me of something that waitresses in Vegas wear. Extremely short, tight fitting leather shorts and a tight, cropped half t-shirt that made her bell-shaped t**s seem to explode from her chest. I could just make out the slight impressions of her n*****s through the fabric. Her eyes sparkled and she gave me a lingering smile when she looked at me. I even noticed her glance at my chest briefly, which made me squirm. Oh, in case you were wondering, I'm bi-s****l.

Camille left the table after getting our drink orders and shortly after, the lights in the room dimmed just like a movie theatre. The stage lit up and then the music changed from light, background music to lively, electronic beats. My brother and I both sat forward at the same time, watching eagerly for someone to make an appearance. The curtains rustled and then a very beautiful white woman made her way to the center of the stage. She was wearing shiny, leather pants, leather corset, spiked ankle and wrist bracelets and a studded choker. Her hair was long and black, and perfectly straight, which I decided was most likely a wig. I didn't care. She was sexy.

Our drinks arrived shortly after the performer started her routine, dancing around and slowly removing articles of clothing. When she took her corset off, I was very impressed with her breasts. Even from nearly fifty feet away, I could clearly make out her ripe looking n*****s. She was a very tasty vixen to behold. Over the next half hour while she did a seductively sultry dance for the crowd, I kept stealing glances at my brother. He was most definitely getting worked up watching her. Another round of drinks arrived that Ava ordered, and our empty glasses were taken away.

For the first time ever in my life, the thought of my brother and I "sharing" a partner popped in my head. It was incredibly erotic to envision that scene. Without thinking, I reached out and placed my hand on his thigh. He didn't react at first but kept staring at the nude woman on stage. But as our second round of drinks were slowly imbibed, a mild buzz started to wash over me. Teddy, too. My hand was still on his leg and some uncanny force made me start rubbing him. Nothing "inappropriate". But physical, nonetheless. That got his attention and, when he glanced down at his lap, his head lifted until he was staring at me. With a feeling of mild chagrin, I smiled at him and shrugged but then slid my hand off his leg and placed it in my own lap.

Another round of drinks arrived just as the first girl departed the stage. I was oddly sad to see her go. Ava and Jamie were laughing as they chatted with each other. It was nice to see how happy they were together. They never seemed to fight. Even though the four of us were there "together", they mostly kept to themselves, while me and Teddy did the same in our little "world". That was probably good, considering what happened next.

The next performer to take the stage was also beautiful, if completely different in appearance than the previous one. This new girl was younger, for starters. I pegged her around twenty-five or so. And she came out wearing a schoolgirl "uniform". Complete with a black, pleated skirt that stopped just above her knees. Even from a distance, I could tell she wore a lot of makeup. But it looked really good on her.

She took her time stripping for us all. Her t**s were nicely shaped teardrops, but I spotted instantly that they were fake. I didn't really mind, though I definitely preferred all natural. Still, for a stripper, I suppose it made sense. She worked herself into a rhythmic sway of her body, undulating her hips as she spun around the stage while leaving a pile of garments in her wake. Finally, the only thing remaining was a pair of thigh-high white stockings and her skirt. She had her back to the crowd as she shimmied out of it, pulling it down her legs and leaving it crumpled on the stage.