The meal was, if anything, even more lavish than the previous night; Finn’s head swam at the number and variety of dishes served to them; some he’d only ever read about, some he’d never heard of, but all exquisite and all of them utterly delicious. Course after delicious course made its way to table, meats, fish and shellfish, rich, decadent desserts, dishes hot and cold, all served on the finest china by the team of smiling girls who’d met them on their arrival.
Conversation sparkled and flew up and down the table, Evan, Sylvie and Robyn making toasts to salute and honour their guests, and to Finn, at least, it felt like a special occasion; Evan and his sisters had gone to extraordinary lengths to mark this night as special, and everyone present seemed to have picked up on that. Plus, the feel of Lara’s hand on his lap as she lightly squeezed him every so often made sure he remembered her promise of earlier…
When dinner was done, Evan rose and spoke to the assembled couples.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special treat for you tonight; please, follow me!”
They all trooped out, along another corridor, and through into what felt like a large, airy space, although it was pitch black. As they stood in silence, wondering what was coming next, all the lights blazed at once, and they found themselves in a large room decked-out as a speakeasy nightclub, complete with neon signs, private booths, a dance-floor, bartenders with slicked-back, patent-leather Rudolf Valentino hair and pencil moustaches, and waitresses in tiny frilly skirts and seamed stockings.
As the lights flared, the latest sounds came blaring from the sound-system, and a podium with a pair of polished steel poles was highlighted by a set of spotlights. A pair of girls in brief glittery costumes spun and whirled on the poles, shedding their clothes as they did so. The guests stood enthralled as the girls spun acrobatically, their long hair splaying out as they whirled on the poles, their eyes flashing as brightly as the sequins dusting their bodies.
Other girls circulated through the crowd, handing an envelope to each couple. Finn opened his and stared at the wad of crisp banknotes inside, then he understood, and grinned. Lara grinned cheekily, took some of the notes, and was one of the first to push the folded banknotes into the skimpy thongs of the dancers, her expression showing how much she was enjoying the show.
The girls finished their act entirely naked, their shaved pussies and rouged nipples in plain view as they fondled each other while they kissed, then turned to wink lewdly and blow a kiss at the audience, who clapped and cheered, showering them with even more banknotes as they picked up the money already littering the podium.
There were other pretty girls in skimpy flapper costumes, complete with diamante headdresses, ostrich boa’s and foot-long cigarette-holders, circulating around the club, and it didn’t take Finn long to realize they were lap-dancers, especially when one of the girls shimmied in front of him, her breasts bouncing beneath her brief flapper dress as she smilingly offered him a lap-dance. He blushed as he started to refuse, but Lara cut him short.
“Yes, we’d love one, please! Me first!”
Finn watched in open-mouthed astonishment as the girl stripped as she writhed, her dress falling from her shoulders to reveal a magnificent body dusted with glitter, and wearing only a skimpy thong underneath. She began her dance by rubbing herself against Lara, pressing her breasts into his sister, who grinned with every indication of enjoying it very much indeed. Lara smiled sexily at Finn as she gently flicked and tugged on the girl’s nipples, making her giggle and shake her shoulders, causing her breasts to dance and toll.
The girl finished her dance by pulling Lara against her as she kissed her, Lara holding and squeezing her thong-clad bottom before letting go and nodding at the girl, who then pulled away and winked broadly at Finn.
“Your turn, Baby!” grinned Lara, nudging Finn, and before he could say anything the half-naked girl had gone back into her routine, only now it was even more sexually explicit. She held and squeezed her breasts as she pouted at him, tugging on her nipples as she swivelled and gyrated her hips at him, then turning and pulling her buttocks apart as she jiggled them, before sitting in his lap and grinding against him. Finn looked at Lara in helpless embarrassment, expecting to see anger, or at least annoyance, but she was grinning broadly, obviously enjoying the show.
For the big finish, the girl straddled him and thrust her large breasts into his face while she ran her fingers though his hair, rubbing and grinding her crotch into his, then slid off him, turned around and bent double, holding her ankles while jiggling and clenching her thong-clad behind in his face. Finn flushed scarlet, his eyes nearly popping from his head when the girl yanked her thong off, her shaved pussy lips and puckered, pink little anus clearly displayed for him.
Lara could barely contain her laughter as Finn flushed scarlet.
The girl straightened-up and grabbed her skimpy dress, then leaned in and planted a kiss right on his lips. She winked at Lara and giggled, then took the envelope Finn handed her and pulled out the money inside, her eyes widening at the amount, before once again kissing Finn lightly, and Lara once more, a little more seriously.
“He’s gorgeous, you’re a lucky girl!” she stage-whispered, grinning as Finn flushed again.
As she strutted away, her taut buttocks twinkling as her hips swayed, Lara leaned over and kissed him once, lightly.
“She’s right; I am a lucky girl!” she murmured.”Now, dance with me, Finny, I want to boogie!”
Finn led Lara out onto the dance floor and basically stood there while she danced around him, like most of the guys on the dance floor, but he enjoyed watching her move, and she obviously enjoyed it too, pausing every so often to teasingly kiss him then laugh and duck away as he tried to grab her.
As they danced, Lara clinging to him during the slow numbers, their lips met more than once in long, slow kisses, while around them the dance floor gradually emptied. Eventually Finn noticed they were nearly alone on the dance floor, and was about to mention it to Lara as she swayed against him, oblivious to the world, when he saw what was happening in some of the booths surrounding the dance floor. He nudged Lara, hearing her gasp and soft giggle as she saw what he was seeing.
Nearly every booth was occupied by a couple having a lap-dance, and not just lap-dances; in the booth nearest them it had gone further, much further; the lap-dancer was being enthusiastically pounded by a guy while his sister watched, her hand moving rapidly inside her panties as she and the dancer kissed and groped each other.
As they looked around, there were several more scenes echoing that, but different combinations or permutations; sometimes it was just the guy and his sister, sometimes the sister was watching while her brother hammered into one of the girls, and in at least two of the booths the brother looked on while his sister and one of the naked lap-dancers kissed, groped, and ground enthusiastically against each other.
“Finny, look…” she breathed, and “… I know…” was all he could murmur in reply, trying desperately to prevent his cock erecting at such an open and overt display of sexual gratification.
Somehow it seemed more intense, not like the scene earlier in the pool area; that had just felt like a raucous beach-party that had gotten a little out of hand; this felt altogether different, more planned and ‘adult’, and all he could think of was how much he needed to be alone with his sister right now…
“Finny…” murmured Lara, and as he turned to her, she pulled his head down, kissing him deeply while her hand lightly rubbed his swelling cock, feeling his girth though the material of his dress trousers.
Finn pulled her to him, his lips almost savage against hers as he kissed her with all his strength, holding her against him and grinding his bone-hard cock against her mons, hearing her gasp and mew as their sexes ground together, until he had to break for air.
“Sissy… our room… now…” he muttered thickly, lust and desire glowing in his eyes, matching the glow in hers.
As they left the ‘nightclub’, Evan and his two sisters grinned at each other in their booth as they nodded, Finn and Lara’s actions confirming yet again what they already knew or had surmised about them.
*
Back in their room, Finn wasted no time in stripping Lara, listening in satisfaction as she squeaked with surprise as he unzipped her dress and pulled it down and off her in one move, leaving her standing in just stockings and a wispy black thong.
As she turned to face him, he pulled her close, his hands clenching her buttocks tightly as he pulled her into his crotch. Lara moaned as her thong-clad pussy ground against his hardness, her fingers twining in his hair as she pulled him closer for a hot, needy kiss.
“Get naked, Finny, that’s an order!” she husked, and Finn jumped to obey, his eyes never leaving his sister’s naked perfection as he tore off his shirt and kicked his pants away, levered off his shoes and yanked his socks off, until only his tented shorts remained. Lara reached down and slowly stroked the front of his shorts, squeezing his turgid cock as she felt the solid girth.
“What shall we do now, Finny?” she teased, licking her lips as she smiled.
Finn hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts, but Lara stopped him.
“Uh-uh, mine!” she smiled, and knelt down in front of him, her face level with his crotch, and, slipping her fingers into his waistband, slowly peeled his tight shorts down, her eyes lighting up as his thick, angry-looking cock slipped out, almost falling into her waiting mouth.
“What shall I do with this, Finny? Please, tell me…” she asked softly, her expression a mixture of innocence and wanton lust.
Finn held his breath as he gently pushed forward with his hips. Lara’s eyes twinkled as she opened her lush lips and slowly engulfed the head of his cock, her lips stretched into an obscene scarlet ‘O’ as she slowly sucked the large pulsating head and thick shaft.
Finn’s eyes closed in ecstasy as Lara slowly sucked him, her tongue softly tracing the contours of his cock-head, licking at the frenulum and gently rubbing the furrowed tip as she slowly, deliberately fellated him. Finn knew he couldn’t take much of this, especially when she began to squeeze the shaft as her head slowly bobbed, never once letting up with the delicious suction.