Sandy ‘n Candy by nowhereman
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“Fuck, I can feel your hot cum in my pussy. That feels so good.” , When I first saw my sister I was completely stunned by her beauty. The second time I saw her, she showed me her full D cup tits. Then, on our first date, we kissed. Okay, perhaps I should explain.
Growing up, my father was always in and out of my life. He would be around for six to 12 months and then disappear for around the same amount of time.
I never knew where he went. He would be gone then simply appear one day out to the blue. He and mom would talk for hours and all would be forgiven. As a little boy, I was simply happy that my family was back together and that my dad was home. Life would be good for several months and then the arguing would start up again and dad would go out for walk, supposedly to cool off, and not be back for several months.
That was his pattern for most of my life until he left us.
I was still at a very young age. He left on one of his “cool off” walks and never returned. I always enjoyed when he was home, but I had also learned not to expect him to always be home. I supposed I was always waiting for the other shoe drop, so to speak. After a year and a half, I asked mom when was dad coming back and she told me she didn’t know, but promised to call around and see if she could find him.
I didn’t bother asking again and she never told me if she had found him or not.
Life went on for mom and me. I was her only offspring and she spent most of her time and energy watching after me and giving me everything I needed. She had a good paying job, so I was well taken care of growing up. Because of his absence, mom and I were closer than most mothers and sons. We visited mother’s family, but they were fours hours away. So, most of the time, it was just us two.
When we were home, we felt comfortable walking around in our underwear. Mom in a shirt and panties and me in my boxers. When I hit puberty, I started noticing mom and the nice body that she had, but nothing ever happened between us.
After high school, my plan was to work full-time for several years, be very frugal, save my money and take a year off to travel around the world. Going to college was going to be put on hold.
However, a couple of years into my plan, life threw a wonderful curve at me.
On my 21st birthday, I ended up going out with several of my friends and did not get home until well past four the next morning. We all had a good time and only returned home because all the bars were closed and we had nowhere else to go. When I got home, I was very surprised to find mom still awake. I found her in the backyard, enjoying one too many glasses of wine.
She asked me to join her and me not being as tired as I should be for it being 4am, grabbed a glass for myself and joined her. That was the moment I got the shock of my life.
When I grabbed my seat, mom had a pensive look on her face.
I asked what was on her mind and she simply looked at me and asked “Did you know you have a sister?”
“What?!?”
“Did you know you have a sister?”
“What do you mean I have a sister?”
“Her name is Sandra and she is 19 years old”
We stayed silent for several minutes before I asked her to start from the beginning.
She explained that the last fight she and dad had was over her finding out that the reason he would disappear for several months when I was younger to be with his other family, two towns over. He had started an affair a year before he and mom got married and he continued the affair until the day he left for good. The day I had asked her about when was dad returning, is the day she went looking for the other woman, assuming she would also find dad.
Instead, she only found the lady and her daughter. She too had not seen dad in over a year.
They both chose to be civil with each other and promised to inform the other if either of them ever found dad. Also, they made plans to stay in touch and get together for the kids sake. Of course, that never happened. They called each other for a few months after their meeting, but after a while, everything just faded.
I asked why had she told me now.
She was tired of keeping a secret that no longer needed to be a secret. She never meant for it to be a secret, she was just trying to protect me. How that would hurt me I would never know. Growing up, I always wanted a little brother or sister. She gave me the phone number she had for my sister’s mother and the last known address. It was weird using the phrase “my sister”.
I held on to that info for several weeks, trying to decide what I should do.
It was a Friday when I drove out to the address she gave me. I was not sure what I was going to say or do, but I would think of something by the time I got there. As I sat in my car, parked directly across the street from their home, gathering the courage necessary to go knock on the door, the hottest, most beautiful gir I had ever seen in my life walked out from the front door and jumped in Mini Coop as she drove off.
Not sure why, I suppose it was my little brain doing the thinking, I put my car in gear and followed her. I ended up following her to a strip club on the other side of town. She got off her car, threw a backpack over her shoulder, and walked in through the back door. Right away, I jumped out of my car, paid the cover and walked in. I grabbed a chair at an empty table and ordered a beer.
Either she was my sister or perhaps she knew her. I was hoping it was the latter.
I waited around hoping she would eventually walk out and start making her rounds. That would give a me a chance to talk to her. As I sat there, other girls came by, asking if I needed company and I politely declined. Soon, it was announced that Candy would be dancing next. I noticed that the place was getting full.
Candy came out onto the stage to AC+DC’s Thunderstruck. The same girl I had followed here was now on display.
She walked down the long stage, like she owned the place, and when she reached the end she reached up and grabbed both sides of her buttoned up blouse and ripped it open, exposing her full tits to everyone in the club. It got the whole room going and she certainly made a killing by the time the song was over. My gosh, this girl was perfect. About 5’9” with long toned legs, flared hips, slim waist and perfectly round full D tits with dark nipples.
The face of an angel with beautiful auburn loose hair down to her waist. Perfection.
She started making her rounds after coming out from backstage in a silk robe that barely covered her ass. She finally made it to my table. She asked if I enjoyed her performance and if I was enjoying myself. I told her I definitely did and asked if she could help me. I explained I was looking for Sandra Green and wondering if she knew her. She asked what she looked like.
I told her I really wasn’t sure, but I needed to talk to her about a private matter. The way she was asking me questions told me knew more than what she was trying to make me believe. She finally admitted that she might know her.