The security would give a few warnings, before ejecting patrons.On this night I sat along the bar, bored.You see after a month of the new attitude of ...he security, some patrons took offence and stayed away.I was one who was thinking, that this place is slowly turning into a dive.After a few shots of bourbon I decided to join the handful of people on the dancefloor.I was strutting my ass around, in a hippy trance.A few strangers joined me briefly, before they left.I reckon “Buckley’s” was lucky. She wasn’t breathing. Time had stopped and she was immobile. What she was feeling for her brother was clearly shared by him for her. Could they do this? Should they? God, what if their parents found out? Thank God they were gone for the weekend! All those thoughts and more scurried through her mind in less than a second. And in that second she decided. This was what she wanted. She closed the distance, her lips meeting his. It was a feather light touch, barely a whisper. Both were trembling. I came up with a crazy idea. I told her to put a raw egg between her teeth and then masturbate until she came. After having raw eggs splashed over her face a few times she learned how to control her jaw muscles, even during an orgasm. The third step was to work on her wardrobe. Tamara loved wearing sports pants and similar sporting garments, but that did not work if you wanted to pick up men. I used some of my savings and took her shopping. I didn’t bother about panties and bras they always. She would hand deliver the work in the morning, and I would not see her for at least a month; she and her husband had a cabin in the mountains. My tongue went down her throat as we said our adieus. I needed some sleep.It was noon before Ilse woke me, carrying in a tray with coffee, juice and The Times. As always, my blanket covered me only to my waist. She stared openly at my exposed tits, and when I noticed where her eyes had gone, my nipples grew firm in reaction. I saw her eyes blink at the.