My sister asked me to pick her up from the bar where she was a waitress. When I parked outside, the

My sister asked me to pick her up from the bar where she was a waitress. When I parked outside, the lights were off and I couldn’t see her. I was a little annoyed when she texted, saying, “door’s open.” I wanted to get home. Inside, the air was hot and smelled faintly of beer. As my eyes adjusted to the dark and I walked toward the back counter, I could see my sister standing there in a white bra and matching panties. I ground to a halt, looking around the empty bar for sign of someone else, someone who my could be dressed this way for. My mouth hung open unbidden. My sister leaned her beautiful body against the country in a sultry stance, grinning at the obvious effect she was having. I knew she was pretty, but I had no idea how beautiful her body had become. It seemed that my sister knew as she smiled at me.

I’d always kind of wondered if my little sister had a crush on me, but it seemed weird to think about and I never did for long.

“What do you think?” she asked, as I walked up to the counter and took in the thigh high stockings garnishing her sculpted legs. I nodded, not knowing quite what to say. The store’s front wall was a giant window, but we were cloaked in shadow, and the lot was emptying when I pulled up.

“Are you?” I tried to form a question but it dissolved on my tongue.

“You want to know what I’m doing, big brother.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m showing you how much I want to fuck you.”

“Are you, you’re serious?”

“Do you find me attractive?”

I’d been having a hard time keeping my eyes off of her breasts and those little panties. She turned for a second showing me the sliver of thong that divided her ass cheeks. I was raging hard and it felt so weird and exciting to be yearning for my sister despite myself.

Again, I nodded.

“Then what are you going to do about it?”