Typically I would wait tables, cause I didnt know shit about a mixed drink—unless it was 2 words, lol like rum and coke. I was a beer man—you know...“real man” lol. May work stock, or even dance some in one of the elevated cages above the dance floor. I wasn't all that great, but they didn't care—they were just checking out that hairy ass or those amazing 8 pac of abs, or the biggest fucking bulge any of them had ever seen on a white boy stuffed into a pair of Speedo's. Back at “the house” as we. Starting with my first. After those dreams, I started imagining my sister a lot, which ultimately led a passion in me. I craved for the day, she would come home, and fulfill my desires and my sexual fantasies. One lucky day, when she was home for the holidays, I experimented my well planned move. We have a single bedroom, and my sister used to sleep beside me, as usual. But after that dream, I always made attempts to touch her boobs. On that particular day, when she was fast asleep, I gently. I chose a chase and lay on my front, her fingers were surprisingly firm and she was massaging my muscles as she went. She spent extra time on my glutes and pulled my Speedo into my crack to apply the oil. Not surprisingly I had a hard cock the moment she touched my balls as she rubbed my upper thighs. After this happened ten to twenty times I knew it was no accident then when she asked me to roll over I knew this was payback.I sighed and rolled onto my back. My cock was at attention and poking. Our rules were simple. Rule 1 is we do not talk about Incest Club. Rule 2 is we do not talk about Incest Club. Rule 3 is that what happens in Incest Club stays in Incest Club. Rule 4 is no joining other clubs (AKA no cheating. To this day, fortunately, we’ve never brought this rule up again, since it was never a concern for either of us). Rule 5 is that people either know we’re boyfriend and girlfriend or brother and sister, never both, unless Mom gives us the go-ahead. Rule 6 is that we must.