A Dance

Chapter 50

"Oh god no!" you cry out. "It's getting worse." You admit that when it comes to music, you have a different taste than the rest of humanity, or at least your friends. But Megan seems to want to **** you.

"I'll take care of you, Biggie, promise," she calls out loudly over the - you can only call it noise - then she turns it up even louder. As she prepares and starts the first few bars, she looks at you with a smile. The Music is hell, yes. But your sister moves like a madman, which makes you laugh heartily and makes you wonder whether she isn't having a fit right now.

"What's that?" Karen exclaims with a laugh and it's good to see her happy again.

“The best way to draw the boys' attention in the clubs,” calls your sister, swinging her body from side to side.

"Are you sure that will work?" Carrie calls and joins Megan. She also starts to dance, but more sensually, but just as quickly as Megan. Her breasts swing alongside her movements and you notice how your eyes wander between the girls to absorb every movement.

"That's why you always go out empty" Rachel laughs and climbs into the circle in front of the box with the others. The room is large enough to accommodate your sister's dance style. But she only shakes her head at the argument.

"I'm not interested in the boys in the clubs," she calls and looks at you for a long second. The three girls shake, laugh out loud and are happy again. Megan gives you a look that clearly expresses what she thinks. She helps you get the situation under control after complicating it. She loves you and that's enough for you. Your eyes meet for another second and you nod to her satisfied. Megan winks at you and you don't understand what she means.

But then you notice that Emma is standing next to you. You look at her and she looks back. You don't talk to each other about the music, it's too loud for that. You can only endure this in one way, you think about the music. Then you take her hand and pull her out of the chair to the dancers. Even over the noise you can hear her surprised whine and grin at the thought. You turn around and pull her towards you. You stand next to Megan, who hugs Emma and whirls her around. While Emma hangs in your sister's arms like a wet sack of rice, you put everything on one card and start to 'dance'. It looks like a live execution, but nobody cares. The music is almost irrelevant and the **** helps you a little to let yourself go.

From the corner of your eye you can see how Emma and Megan get used to each other and soon dance a little more relaxed. Emma even laughs when Megan whirls her around. Then you feel Karen by your side. She says something, but it is too quiet to hear about the noise and you get lost in her neckline and do not pay attention to her lips. But the news also becomes clear as soon as Karen grabs your hands, wraps them around her waist and hugs you. It's actually too wild for you to be able to dance properly, but you're doing your best. That seems to be working out because Karen seems very satisfied. Then you feel a hand on your butt, then another. As you turn around, your eyes slide to Megan, who looks at you encouragingly. You raise your eyebrows. Did she notice? Your question is answered with a slight nod, then you and your partner have completed the turn and you are on your own again. You gave Karen a hard night to tie Megan to you. It's worked out. And she gave you the okay to get closer to the girls. As long as she realizes that only she and Millie have a place in my heart... Then your hands also cover the butt of Karen and she grins at you cheekily. What are you doing here? She hugs you tightly, her tits pressing clearly against your chest. Her nipples are hard and you can feel them through your shirt. Then she bends very close to you and puts her chin on your shoulder.

"Even if that means nothing, it's a great feeling." She presses your butt tight and you giggle and return the gesture. "Thank you for not thinking of me as a bitch." Under the shield of terrible music, she confides in you, which you appreciate very much. "Even if that comes across strange, but you can always have this ass, is that clear honey?" You look her in the eyes for a long time and her smile doesn't break. But her hands, which are now resting on your shoulders again, are trembling, and that's pretty bad. Interesting... You nod and Karen lets you go. She dances wildly, turns and shrieks deafening what everyone can hear now. Then she pushes between Emma and Megan and pushes your sister in your direction. You catch her in your arms and you both laugh.

"Good evening?" you call to her. Is everything okay with you?

"Great evening!" It comes back happily. Yes it is, because I love you. Then you grab her and twirl her around like a tornado. Her legs fly around, she screeches in your ear and struggles like crazy. You put her down under the laughter of the other girls. When she tries to get back to Emma, she becomes dizzy and ends up in the arms of Carrie, who catches her and turns her the other way around a few times.

At some point the song is over. It's one of those disgusting remixes you hate so much. The original is much better. The mood calms down a bit and when the music stops you hear the collective heavy breathing of everyone in the room, including yourself.

"I need a break," you moan. "And something cold to drink. Can the next song please not be **** for my ears?” You only get laughter, but it is friendly laughter.

"Okay, it's my turn," Megan finally says and hops past you into the circle of chairs. She taps on the cell phone.

"But I don't want to stop," Rachel grumbles and Karen agrees.

"Don't worry girls. I already have an idea. And... Rachel will help me with that." The young Latina looks at Megan, but says nothing. She's a little out of breath from the dance, but she seems to be fine as far as you can see. It is a good sign. Megan looks at you from the side as she describes the task for Rachel.

"I always wondered if we shouldn't learn other dances in the dance club than just samba and such things too.

"Oh yes? And which ones?” Megan seems to be quite sure of her cause, which makes you swallow hard. The **** starts to affect the girls and you feel lighter too.

"Well, something that's sexy, for example." You have to snort, imagine what will happen soon. But Rachel is not so sure.

"I don't really know," she says and doesn't sound as cheeky as you know her. "There is a reason why we don't do this."

"Oh come on. What should happen?" Rachel looks over at you and you avoid her eyes. You don't want to put pressure on her, but you have to admit that you are very excited to experience the girl in her element. Megan does not like to dance, but for Rachel it is a religion and her body is dedicated to it. Hardly a gram of fat too much and the right amount of muscles to make her body very attractive to the male sex. She is also a member of the sports club that Megan also belongs to. Your school friends and acquaintances often talk about Rachel and her open nature. You always stay out of it, but look at her body like everyone else when you drive her and Megan to their training sessions. Meanwhile, Megan points to you.

"Are you worried about Finn? Did you see how he danced?"

"You can hardly call that dancing" Karen agrees and you nod embarrassed. But that doesn't seem to convince Rachel.

"Come on," Megan says, looks at you briefly and stands next to her friend. "We do it together. Doesn't have to be a real dance either. I just want you to show Finn how a real professional does it.” Rachel can't do much about that and you don't do anything to reinforce her shyness. You hold back and watch how the others turn on the music again. For a moment you put your face in your hands, the music gets worse. But Rachel seems to find it funny and laughs loud enough that you can hear her. You look at her pitifully.

"Let's help him get through this ****," Megan says, wrapping her friend around her. It takes Rachel a while to warm up before the two of them wiggle in front of you like a drunk couple.

But soon the beat takes hold of Rachel and the audience gossip happily as she separates from Megan and begins to move more skillfully. And how she does it. Your mouth is open at the sight. Megan sometimes dances when she enjoys it and wants to relieve pressure. Rachel, on the other hand, is a true artist and moves her body like flowing water. As the beat of the song gets faster, Rachel follows and almost goes into a trance. Megan has joined you in the meantime, you have all turned the chairs around and you are watching the girl sink into her own world. With her eyes closed she shows you her skills. She swings her hips more and more, moves her legs slightly and prances across the stage, only to suddenly dislocate and do a turn that would have broken all your ribs.

When the song ends it is very quiet in the room for a short time, then you all start clapping. Rachel smiles contentedly and waves the others onto the stage. Megan hugs her again and Carrie and Karen pat her shoulder admiringly.

"So how did you like it?" Rachel asks out of breath but apparently happy.

"Darling, that was incredible," Karen calls, and Carrie adds, "It's just fantastic." You find it reassuring that the two get together after the turmoil you caused. Finally Megan turns to you, grabs Rachel with one arm and asks your opinion.

"Rachel, that almost killed me," you state. She doesn't seem to understand at first.

"I mean how you move is from a different star. You can see that you really take it seriously. Lonely top class."

"Oh, that was nothing. In my class, some are much better than me, ”she waves shyly, but Megan shakes her head.

"Don't put your light under the carpet dear." She grins devilishly. "Finn liked that too." She points to you and your huge bulge. You have to admit, you hardly noticed. Rachel and Emma turn bright red, Carrie twists her eyes and Megan and Karen whistle approvingly.

"Hey, that's an honest compliment," you try to defend yourself, but you quickly realize that nobody in the room says anything against you. On the contrary, the girls often look at you. They often organize their parties at your home. But this is your first time of being a part of it and apparently it has an effect on the girls too, who also cannot deny it. Megan watches you for a while and then says firmly, "I'm going to try that too."

"What...?" You ask weakly, still the performance of Rachel in your head and too little blood up there and too much down there. But Megan doesn't answer. Instead she giggles her friends back to their seats. Carrie grins knowingly and fetches a third bottle of wine. This time the girls drink like a hole and you hold back a little. You want to have all your senses together for what is coming now. And you will need all your control not to fall upon your sister like a savage barbarian.

You're already a bit confused about your feelings. If Megan is dancing now, it will give you the rest. You actually want to keep control of yourself and the situation, since you have invested so much in the coup. But you want to see even more how your horny sister dances for all of you - no, you know it - just for you. Even if Rachel raised the bar quite a bit. Megan seems to know that too and uses a nasty trick to be sure of your favor: The Roling Stones, You Can’t always get what you want. A song that you can finally listen to without getting scabies. Rachel also recognizes the song and luckily takes the compliments and whistles for you so that you can't be labeled unfairly. You look at Rachel and she smiles at you. You almost want to linger with your eyes on her face, which is swirled around by her wavy strands of hair, but Emma moves with her chair next to you and grabs your hand in confidence. Megan smiles at you and begins to move. Rachel is good. She has skills to the brim...

But your sister... heavens above. Her movements make your heart beat up to your neck. There's a grace in the things she does that you can hardly describe. You haven't seen Megan dance often. Partly because she doesn't like to do it. She only does it if you are alone or if she feels particularly well.

You remember Christmas last year. She was already in love with you and you with her without admitting it. But that created a tension between you that you can hardly describe. Your father would have said that the sparks fly between you. Now it’s like that. You watch Megan move to the music, slightly bending her knees and sliding her hips. She stays in place, her movements slow and yet fast. Your eyes wander over her body and just admire her. Her arms slide up over her hips on the sides and then to the head. Then she lifts it even higher and moves like a flame that reaches at you. Then you notice it. It is not an imagination. Megan looks at you all the time and you have to swallow. She dances for you. The music is immediately forgotten and you sink into the movements and looks of your sister in pure disbelieve.

In your imagination, her clothes dissolve in smoke and you realize that you don't know her well enough to be able to see her naked in front of you. You still imagine her, her eyes on you, her movements carry her closer to you. Then she touches you. Your beast in your pants almost hurts from excitement and you get a little dizzy when Emma starts to stroke your arm. Your vision blurs and only your sister still enters your field of vision. Almost... You can almost no longer hold on. Fortunately, Karen saves you.

"You seem to like it, honey. Tell us where you are right now?” You turn your head to at least keep the appearance of not being fully focused on your sister. But Megan can't help it.

"I thought just one question" and draws the attention back to you. You travel away from the godlike sight and clear your throat.

"So you don't have to be considerate of me. I don't have enough blood in my legs to run away anyway.” Karen laughs and Emma and Rachel giggle. But you recognize your mistake, because Megan is spurred on to burst your cock. As the song continues and the sound shuts down a bit, she closes her eyes like Rachel.

"Hmmm," she moans softly. "I'm in my room. It's night. I had a wonderful day and I'm in a good mood for more.” Then she pulls a pout and speaks like a small child. "I don't want to go to bed yet. I'm not sleepy at all. I want to do things." Then her face relaxes and she says: "But there is someone in the bed." She moves on, slowly and sensually. Her hands slide along her body and caress her hips and stomach. She pulls her shirt up a little and you can see the white skin under her fingers. The waistband of her skirt stands out from her skin and her belly button is just above it. You have to do something with this before you leave the house. The way the skin tightens around the movements. The muscles that deform it very easily. "He says I should go to him and I obey him. He is always right. I lie down in bed with him. It's warm and cool at the same time.” She grimaces almost painfully as her thoughts become more intense. "He kisses and caresses me. We are getting closer and closer. He knows exactly what I want and need. He knows me. He is affectionate but determined. He knows exactly how to put his hands on me.” She smiles comfortably, as if she remembers something. "He is a good kisser, a very good kisser. He brings me to the boil very quickly. I would do anything to him, do anything for him. He knows that, but uses it only to excite me. Ohhh, he's doing it sooo well. I'm already wet with the thought of what will happen that night. He lies down on me. And then...” She opens her eyes and looks at her audience. It's not just your mouth that's open. “Then we have hot, long-lasting and wild sex until dawn. The End."

You can't believe it. Did she just give me an instruction or what? The song is coming to an end and Megan is concentrating on dancing again. But the mood in the room has changed.

You all manage to pretend that you are not totally horny for about an hour. At some point you are all exhausted and sit down in the chair again. You don't care that your cock tightens your pants so much that it has to look almost funny. The girls have also got used to the sight and Emma can hardly let you go, which makes you happy for two reasons. On the one hand because it maintains the facade that you do not pester Megan, and on the other hand because Emma is an incredibly beautiful and valuable person. You've known each other as long as she's been friends with Megan. You have done a lot together, always in a group. Sometimes you talked to each other. It was always nice for you to be able to talk about your hobbies. And you have always been interested in her opinion of events in the world. It was a level that seemed made for you two. You admit it feels good to have Emma by your side. A little too good, you think and grit your teeth. Not so quickly after Megan and Millie. Just wait a bit...

The reactions to your suggestion to end the party are pretty clear. None of the girls want to let you go. Feels good somehow doesn't it? You are sitting in your chair, Emma right next to you. She has a bottle of water in her hand, which she occasionally gives you when you are thirsty. Too much **** would not be good in this situation. It's also just an excuse so Emma can keep her head on your shoulder. It was Megan that suggested Emma - in public - to do that. Both girls are testing their limits today and after Megan made it clear to you that she was on your side... and because it felt good to feel Emma, you allowed it.

"Guys, I'm really done," you moan after a while and look at the clock. 1:30 a.m.

"The evening is still young," Karen grumbles. "Let's do something else." The lust in her voice can be heard clearly. No wonder.

"And what?" You ask a little desperately. It's very 'hard' for you to look at the girls. But you also realize that you are not the only one who cannot take your eyes off the genitals of the opposite sex. "Hey, Miss Jackson." You lightly poke Emma in the side. Absent-mindedly, her gaze wandered down your body. "My eyes are up here!"

"Oh. Sorry Finn.” She lets her hair fall back over her face. Megan knows about her feelings well.

"Are you tired?" You ask Emma. She nods slowly and looks back at your crotch. You look at her and realize how much you want her. Everyone has their thing that makes them weak. For many of your schoolmates, that's the slutty kind of girls at the parties. The dancing, the lots of skin, the drinks and the flirts that always promise the same thing. And at the end of the evening drunk, mediocre sex and then sneaking out of the bedroom in the early morning. You have enough buddies who tell you about their adventures regularly and you also remember one or the other story of Karen.

But for you the most beautiful thing that can happen to you is a girl who snuggles up to you knowing that she is safe with you. Does that make you a macho? Does that mean you respect women less? You do not know. But you know it feels good and based on what you know about Emma, she wouldn't want you to change your behavior. And hell, you have two other women who want to sleep with you. What do you want more?

"I think we should end the evening here," Megan says, giggling when Karen looks at her reproachfully.

"It's just so nice at the moment," she says, and looks briefly at you.

"Yes that's it. But should I tell you something? Tomorrow it will be so too. You girls can stay awake, but I have to say, I'm not made for this kind of life. I need my beauty sleep.” You also know you have to wake Millie in the morning if she doesn't come to bed with you. And that you can't afford not to be there for her. You have been doing your morning routine for months and you don't want to let it tear down. And yes, you are really tired. And horny like two bulls on steroids! Either you climb Megan right away, or your balls burst. Megan seems to be reading your mind.

"We tortured Finn enough today. You whores can adore him again tomorrow."

"You just want him for yourself," Karen teases, but her smile is not mean. To your surprise, your sister nods.

"Right baby. He's my brother. And I think I'll save him for a change today from a swarm of harpies. Come on Biggie.” She extends her hand theatrically and you are glad to be able to take it. One last time four pairs of eyes wander to your dick, then the friends also rise. Together you go into the living room. Cleaning up tomorrow's turn... maybe. Carrie leads the girls upstairs, but Karen turns around again.

"Do you want to see how we sleep crammed up there while you and your sister share the largest room?" Again there is a little sharpness in her voice but not enough to sound hurtful. It seems as if she would find herself again, which makes you happy.

"We'd rather save the poor one today darling," Megan counters, and in her voice you hear an urgency that you rarely hear from her.

"I have to check on Millie again anyway," you apologize and the girls roll their eyes artificially. Before you get to the door, Emma comes up to you. You face each other for a few seconds, then the little girl spreads her arms and puts them around you.

"Good night," she whispers in your chest and you look at the others. Carrie seems satisfied, Karen and Rachel... jealous? And Megan bounces from foot to foot. You put a hand on the head of Emma.

"Good night. I'm looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow morning.” Then you split up and Emma is the last one whose legs you see disappearing on the stairs.

"They really live crammed up there," Megan says, looking at you.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Only that the division of the rooms is really a strange thing."

"Should we trade?"

"And give up the bed? No way, ” she giggles, but then gets serious again. "But we could have someone else in our room."

"Megan..." you moan. "I'm really too horny to have such conversations right now."

"I just mean."

"Can we talk about it if I'm not almost bursting with lust?" She looks at you and nibbles on her lower lip.

"What you do not say. Did you see how the girls looked at you?" Now its your turn to giggle.

"Who could miss that?"

"Definitely not me," Megan says, her eyes sparkling conspiratorially. Then she turns to you, stands on tiptoe and puts her arms on your shoulders. She gives you a long and intense kiss that almost drives you over the edge. "Don't stay away too long," she says, clasping her breasts, squeezing them for you, and then going upstairs. She quickly turns around and whispers: "I'm waiting for you." Then she disappeared.

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