Before I reached the Theater there was probable a dozen men that enjoyed what I was showing. When I arrived at the location I slipped my dress back o..., purchased a ticket, and went inside. I took several minutes for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I counted the number of patrons that were there and it was 14 men. I knew I was in for a good time. I sat down several rows from the back and opened my dress. I guess a couple of them noticed me and came and sat down near me. I then stood. I pulled back from her lips and lowered the zipper, a small playful smile coming to her mouth as I realized she was only wearing a bra underneath. I pulled the zipper down completely and pushed the front of her sweater to the sides, my lips trailing a path down the slope of her neck to the red skin of her shoulders…she took in a quick breath as traced my tongue across her sunburned shoulders and exhaled it slowly. I paused…asking her if it hurt, and in an almost breathless voice she told me it. “I know if we get undressed we’re done for the day,” she said.“Probably,” I agreed.“I want to go somewhere,” Liz said. “I ... I want to go to the beach and ... be normal some more.”“That’s not really possible,” I said.“I think we can,” Liz said. “Uh, do you remember one of the guys from backstage here? He was the only one that wasn’t a total prick.”“I remember his face but I don’t know his name,” I admitted. “I think Eric knows him.”“He does,” Liz said. “The guy’s name is Scott Van Winkle. Uh,. I set her on the sink. We rubbed up against each other.My shorts were off, hers were off. She was begging me to fuck her. My sister?There was no stopping now.She guided me. I was inside her.“Harder. Harder.” She yelled at me. We were one in each other’s arms.I pulled her as tight as I could, I was as deep as I could.She was squeezing tight on my cock. I could feel it.We left the toilet building and I saw a couple with their kids walking toward us.Wow, what a look. “Nice Day, Huh?” I said.