I found my sister stripping Ch 7

Let me start by saying that there is a LOT more story in this chapter, and a bit less sex. For those after only the sex, I’m sorry, but I hope you like the 3-4 page sex scene that is in here. Also, there is no actual incest in this chapter, but it is referenced, hence the reason for the ‘incest’ tag. As always, comments are deeply & truly appreciated. I hope you enjoy, but if not, lemme know why.
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I hung up the phone in frustration. The agency I had worked with to buy our new place refused to give me Betty’s number, and would only tell me that she was absent, and would return my calls when she got back from her vacation time. I haven’t seen her since that afternoon she had given me that great titty-fucking, and then screwed me to a great ejaculation. I’d worried about her, when she hadn’t shown up to the housewarming party, but she refused to get back in touch with me. That had been a few weeks ago

I heard a knock on my office door, and yelled for whomever it was to enter. Dixie walked in, and smiled at me. She must have sensed my mood. “What’s wrong?” She asked as she sauntered over to my desk. She had on one of her stripper outfits, a short black leather dress that barely covered her ass, and occasionally offered glimpses of her black thong underneath as she walked.

“Just business,” I lied, not wanting to tell her the truth. I felt bad about lying, but I usually kept my occasional dalliances to myself, except when they joined into the fun with my girlfriends and me. “But things are looking up, now that I am looking at you,” I complimented her.

She laughed at my corniness, and sitting on the edge of my desk flashing her black thong at me, she leaned forward to give me a peck on the lips.