This has turned into a real story, so be sure you catch all the drama and hot action from the beginning, starting with Taming my Hated Sister 1!

This is from Luke's POV, right after his sister was blackmailed into doing a blowjob circle and facials. His stepfather, Paul, is planning with his friends to blackmail her into being a prostitute...

“I’m scared, Luke,” Jordan moaned quietly in my ear.

“Don’t be, baby. I won’t let it happen. I’ll never turn over those vids,” I whispered back.

“Any of them could have hidden a camera while it was going on. I… I have to leave.”

“Leave?”

“Los Angeles. Maybe… yes, definitely the state.”

“Where would we go? What would we do?”

She teared up with happiness. “We. You said we! Would you really go with me?”

I kissed her deeply. “Where you go, I go. But where?”

She kissed me back. “I have some ideas, darling.”

We left at midnight after Dad got drunk and passed out. We packed the essentials, got into her Mustang, and headed for an acquaintance of hers up in the Valley, who knew a forger. Jordan had plans that included changing our identities. We hit every ATM we could until we’d maxed out all of our cards so we could pay the forger. We had no idea how badly we’d need new IDs.

* * *

Luke looked at his new driver’s license with amazement as we headed up the I-5. The $2500 we scraped together in cash was nowhere near enough, but the forger—an Armenian print shop owner—was happy to take a $5000 gold necklace Mom bought me for my 18^th birthday. With what we had left on our credit limits, this left us with more than enough for a cheap motel room and a few weeks expenses until I got a job.

“Calvin Cochran,” he marveled. Then he took my hand, almost giggling. “And Cassandra, my wife! I still wish I came up with that idea... Cassie.”

I’d pointed out that if we presented as married, we’d have a lot few hassles, especially checking into a motel. Secretly, I loved the idea of being married to Luke, I’d come to love him that much. Together we headed toward the high desert, the back route to Las Vegas from LA…

And all the “honeymoon” fucking we could do!

We’d just turned onto the 14 freeway to the high desert when he asked what we’d do for jobs when we got to Las Vegas. “I don’t have any kind of resume. I hope you do.”

“Nope. The job I have in mind doesn’t require a resume, just grace and willingness. I’m going to strip at one of the full-nude clubs. I heard the tips are better there.”

The shocked look on his face almost made me laugh. “Really? You want to do that?”

“Want doesn’t enter into it, my love. We’re going to need a lot of money to establish ourselves, and waiting tables won’t do it.”

“Maybe if I got a job too you could make enough being a waitress,” he urged.

“Are you jealous, baby brother? Don’t want all those guys seeing your sister? You were going to upload that video of me with the gardeners.”

“That was before…”

How could I explain that when Paul brought the gardeners back into my room, that something in me had crossed over? I’d embraced my sexual hunger and the freedom that came along with it. As long as I could say how and when and with whom, I was no longer ashamed to be a slut. My liberation from being a proper upper-class girl was complete.

“I’m my own woman now and nobody has the power to make me ashamed. If horny guys want to shower me with money while they gawk at my pussy, I’m glad to take it from them!” I took my attention from road long enough to fix him a smoldering gaze. “Aren’t you thrilled to be the one true love of the hottest girl you’ve ever seen?”

He gulped audibly and nodded. A moment later he discreetly rubbed his crotch. I had just given him a boner! I told him to take it out and I’d give it my full attention. Or…

“Or how’d you like to drive for a while? Maybe get a blowjob while you drive?”

This time the look on his face did make me laugh. I pulled off at the next exit and let my brother get behind the wheel. No sooner had we taken the onramp and continued the climb up to the high desert, I unbuckled my seatbelt and undid the button on his jeans. I tugged down the waistband of his boxers to reveal his throbbing dick.

“Oh god, Jordan. This is so fucking hot!” he husked.

He groaned as I took him in my mouth. I savored the feel of the helmet-shaped head on my tongue and the roof of my mouth. The faint flavor of his pee mixed with sweet precum filled my mouth. My brother moaned softly as my head bobbed up and down, taking him further in as he drove us through the dark, eastbound on the mountain freeway.

His deepest groan came when I took him all the way down my throat. During all the blowjobs I’d given yesterday, I’d purposefully held off. Luis and Miguel had benefitted from my practicing to take a cock all the way in. Now, Luke was the third man for whom my lips pressed all the way into his pubes. His groans grew when I started swallowing.

“Oh fuck, Sis! Nobody can give head like you! I fucking love you so much!”

My fingers slipped into my panties to worry my clit as I sucked my brother’s cock on the open highway. Part of me wished it was daylight so truckers could see what a slut I was. The impulse surprised me… in a good way. Ever since I’d decided to run away, I somehow knew I could do the job of a stripper. Thanks to what my stepdad made me do, I was ready for my new life.

“I’m going to cum, Jordan,” he moaned. “Here it comes, babe!”

I sighed as he pumped his semen into my sucking mouth. I loved the flavor of my brother’s jism, the sweaty taste of his cock and the feel of it in my mouth. I sucked every drop I could from his slowly deflating erection. I was so grateful he wasn’t my blood brother, because the way I felt about him I couldn’t stop fucking him.

As we topped the last mountain rise and descended into the Antelope Valley, I leaned over and rested my head on his shoulder. I melted as his arm went easily around me. The future was so uncertain but I wasn’t anxious, because my brother and I had each other, and I knew we could get through anything together!

On and on we sped up the lonely highway, headed to the highway that crossed to Barstow, midway on the I-15 between LA and Las Vegas.

Our luck ran halfway to Las Vegas. Something electrical broke on my Mustang’s engine, which at least waited until we were filling up at a truckstop. That was when the good-bad news started: fixing it required an automotive part, but they had one on hand; it came to only $499, but a bombshell of bad news came right after I handed him my main Visa card.

“This card’s been canceled, little miss,” the mechanic said. His name was Elvis.

“Try this one,” I said, pushing across a Mastercard.

Same problem. It seemed both Luke’s and my credit cards had been canceled. My stepdad had been busy. We barely had that in cash and we needed every penny to get established. I decided to play the siblings angle instead of being married. I had an instinct about him…

“My brother and I are in a bit of a jam,” I confessed. “I have some jewelry I could trade.”

“How do I know it isn’t stolen?”

“I swear to you it isn’t. My mother gave it to me for my eighteenth birthday… two months ago.”

The fortyish desert hick looked me up and down and licked his lips. “Well, maybe we can come to some sort of… barter. How old is your brother, honey?”

I hesitated. “He doesn’t like saying.”

Now I had his interest. I knew right away “barter” meant something sexual. And my hesitancy to say Luke’s age was sure to make him think Luke wasn’t quite legal. His quickening breath said that got him hotter. I only hoped he didn’t want to have sex with my brother.

“So…” he grinned lewdly. “Are you and your brother… close?”

He wants to see us fuck! This is too funny!

“What do you mean?”

“Have you ever fucked?”

“How dare you!” Luke spouted. He winked at me so Elvis couldn’t see.

“You want your car fixed or not?”

I went over to Luke and had harshly whispered conversation, pretending to argue. “I figured he’d want to have sex with me, but if he wants to jack off to watching us…”

“I’ll make it good, Sis. Oscar-quality.”

I turned to face him. “What do you want, Elvis?”

His leer turned up full blast. “I wanna see you do it with your brother. And I wanna fuck you.”

“No fucking way!” Luke yelped with the right amount of panic. And he blushed!

I went to Luke and pretended to console him for a minute. With turning I asked, “Where?”

“Come into my office, kids!”

He made us strip bare-ass naked and sit on the old leather sofa in his office, telling us to make out while he jacked off. We kissed hesitantly, like we were scared and embarrassed, and only picked it up when he threatened to back out of the deal. Finally, he pulled a bottle out of his desk: a liter of Southern Comfort, sweet and powerful, bourbon-like liquor.

“C’mon, have a few gulps, you two! Loosen up!”

This was the perfect excuse to fuck Luke the way I normally would, but make it seem extra taboo to the mechanic. I snatched the bottle from his hand and took a big hit, then playacted coughing like it was too strong. I shook my head and took another big gulp, then handed the bottle to Luke, who repeated my performance.

Now I was able to suck my brother’s cock in front of this guy with abandon and let him start fucking me. Only after we started coupling did we act like we were ashamed. I turned to Elvis and begged him to not make us keep doing this—what if my brother made me pregnant?!

“You don’t gotta worry about that,” he muttered. “Boy, lay your ass back on the sofa and let your sis in there to suck your dick. Honey, I’m gonna fuck that sweet ass of yours!”

“Please! I’ve never had that! I’m afraid it’ll hurt!”

He whipped on six hard inches. “Don’t worry, baby. I got some lotion over on that desk. Ol’ Elvis is gonna take real good care of your ass!”

I whined like it hurt when he finally pushed into my asshole, but it was so easy after the good ass-fucking I’d gotten the last few days. Still, I played it to the hilt, whimpering and moaning how much it hurt, which seemed to get him hotter. Two minutes later he came.

“Whew!” he chortled, pulling his dick out. “That was fucking amazing! You should work in a brothel, honey—you’d make a fortune! Well, okay then. Give me a minute and I’ll start on your car. You can chill here.”

Luke and I cuddled after he sauntered out into his shop, asking if the other was okay. I told him it was okay—it was a hell of a lot better than that blowjob circle and whatever else Paul and his cronies had planned for me in some cheap motel.

“After all, I’m in charge,” I finished. “I got to say yes or no. We could have waited, sold some more jewelry tomorrow, but I want to get to Las Vegas right away.”

“Technically this makes us prostitutes,” he said. “You, at the least.”

I considered this and shrugged. “I’m cool with it. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep us independent and free of your dad and my mom.”

He nodded and held me closer.

The feel of my loving brother’s arms on my naked body made everything a lot better.

* * *

We’d just taken a few small sips from his bottle when a trucker-looking guy wandered in. I was was mostly dressed but Jordan was still in bra and panties. This new guy grinned ear-to-ear at seeing her, and he said Elvis said there was a willing girl in his office.

My sexpot sister didn’t hesitate, now that she’d crossed the line. “Willing for a price,” she cooed. “A hundred for ten minutes. Two for twenty, which includes fucking my pussy—four if you want to fuck my ass.”

“You talk like you’re a pro,” the newcomer said as his grin faded.

“Your pal Elvis pretty much said that’s all I was good for, now that he busted my hooker cherry. I’m eighteen and a white girl from a rich suburb. Tell me where you’re going to find that around here at any price?” she said slyly. “You want some of this or not, mister?”

“Call me Don. I’m thinking about it.”

“If you want a bargain, you can jack off while my brother and I fuck. A hundred for fifteen and you can shoot your load on my tits.”

His grin returned. “He said he saw y’all fucking. Sounds real hot!”

“Make up your mind. When our car is fixed, we’re on our way,” Sis said coolly.

His leer got bigger. “How about one-fifty? I watch you fuck for ten minutes and you give me head for the last five minutes.”

“You shoot your load on my tits instead of in my mouth, you got a deal. Cash up front.”

“Guess I’m getting undressed again,” I said.

After she’d tucked three fifties into her pants on the floor, she spread my legs for me. Don gasped as I slid back into her hot, moist twat, and started beating his meat. I smiled and whispered to Jordan that she was the baddest girl I ever saw.

Fifteen minutes later, Don splattered a full load all over her erect nipples. It amazed me how her sudden plunge into prostitution turned her on so much, but it seemed a huge relief to her. After he’d gone, she confided in me that, whatever else happened, she was glad to know she’d be able to take care of me and herself for the foreseeable future—as a stripper and even as a hooker.

Jordan drove us the rest of the way to Sin City.

Jordan and I got settled quickly into a cheap motel well off the glitzy Vegas strip; our marriage front smoothed the way for it. Our next stop was a full-nudity strip club off the north end of the strip. I’d decided to apply to join security at the club, the Roadrunner Theater. I was a bit shorter than the average bouncer, but my surfer physique qualified me. When the manager noticed we had the same last name, I played the “married” card, rather than brother-sister.

The manager looked at me slyly. “You going to be able to watch dudes get all hot for her, watch her give lap dances, take them into one of the back rooms? Most dudes can’t handle it.”

“I’ve watched her shoot porn, including a blowjob circle and big facial,” I said, telling a half-truth. “I can separate sexwork from cheating. I trust her.”

The manager, Jerry, shot me an ironic smile. “I don’t know if I can trust you to work here and see her do all that night after night. I don’t want domestic shit in here.”

“How can I prove it? Let you fuck her in front of me?”

“You’d let me do that?” he smirked, leaning back in his chair.

“You make all your strippers fuck you for a job?” I snapped.

He stayed cool, almost amused. “Only the ones whose husbands want to work as bouncers.”

I was so flustered, I fucked up. “Go ahead. Run a train on her if it’ll make you happy.”

He leaned forward suddenly, grinning hugely. “Tempted to take you up on that. What about it ‘Cassie?’ How bad do you want him working here with you?”

“We just got married, so we like to be together a lot.”

“I figured that, doll. I’m ready to hire you no matter what. I just need to be sure of him.” He patted my hand. “It’d just be me and my head of security, if ol’ Calvin there can take it.”

I nodded tightly. “I can.”

“Last conditions. She has to put on a good show of it, porn actress quality. And you have to beat your meat while you watch us DP her.”

I was ashamed at how hard I got from watching Jordan suck our new boss’ cock so eagerly while she thrust her ass back at Zed, the thirtyish, blond, muscled biker who fucked her pussy with his nine-inch kickstand of a cock. Her moans and whimpers didn’t sound like acting at all, but no way could I blame her for it. Really, I was so proud of her!

My sister exuded sexual heat as she slurped, gagged and teased Jerry’s cock with her tongue. The aroma of her juicing pussy made me curious enough to get in for a close look. She was so horny her vaginal fluids dripped all over the office sofa. My sister was so beautiful when she was slutty, this exquisite girl who was meant for me as I was meant for her.

“This turns you on, doesn’t it, Calvin?” Jerry asked me.

“Call me Luke,” I said. “I don’t want anyone here knowing my real name.”

“Answer the question… Luke!” he insisted, actively fucking my sister’s mouth.

“Yes, it does.”

“It turns you on too, doesn’t it Cassie?”

“Mmm-hmm! Mmm-hmm!”

“You have a sexy slut for a wife, Luke. Loves fucking and showing off. You’re a lucky man, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Yes! Oh, damn, I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum in her face, Luke! You too, Zed.”

I shot my wad first, a huge squirt of sticky white that splattered on her parted lips and tongue. Jerry and Zed followed soon after. Hot globs of cums dripped off her cheeks and chin. If the ecstatic look on her face wasn’t proof of how excited she was, her fingers mashing her clit was. My sister, the sexy whore and soon-to-be stripper was a delicious slut, and I loved her for it!

“Looks like you got the job, Luke.”

That very night we started our new jobs at the strip club. What we didn’t know was her mother had gotten home, found out what happened, and hired a private investigator to track us down

* * *

I need to figure out what happens next and write it, but there will be MORE!