My Sister and the Cowgurl Cantina

My Sister and the Cowgurl Cantina

The Dance of the Bull

This is my entry in the Literotica Summer Lovin 2024 contest. I hope you enjoy it.

Put on your Stetson. Put on your boots. Come join Colt and his sexy older sister, MK, at the Cowgurl Cantina, located just off campus at the University of Texas. But beware of the mechanical bull!

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The Cowgurl Cantina

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"If there is anything I can do fer ya, just holler." The sweet southern drawl of my older sister, MK, still rang in my ears. Mary Kay was going into her senior year at the University of Texas, had been elected a new officer at her sorority, and was heavily involved in campus activities. I was an incoming freshman struggling with the many new changes in my life.

I met up with my sister at 6:00 PM outside my dorm. It was the last Sunday before Fall classes started. I gave her a quick bro-sis kiss and a much longer hug. MK looked good, smelled good, and felt good. My intended major is Communications, and since she knew I had done a little acting in high school, she asked me to help at a sorority event tonight at someplace called the Cowgurl Cantina.

As I walked with her, I complained, "MK, you promised to help me settle in on campus, but I hardly saw you all week. I had to move in myself, find my books, and figure out where everything was. This is one giant campus."

"Sorry, Squirt. I didn't know Primary Recruitment Week would take so much of my time. Bid Day was yesterday, and we had the Pin Ceremony this morning. After tonight's mixer event, things should settle down for a while. I promise. I'll find a way to make it up to you."

I wasn't fond of her nickname for me, but whining wouldn't make her change. My sister is five foot ten with an athletic frame, while I am stuck at five foot six. She has called me Squirt for years, and I gave up hope of ever catching up to her. Despite our age and gender differences, we have always been close. She is a mentor to me, and we try to call each other every week.

She had dressed like a cowgirl, with a Stetson covering her long flowing blonde locks, tight-fitting T-shirt, short colorful cowgirl skirt, and of course, cowgirl boots. I was dressed like a typical UT freshman on a hot August Day, with a T-shirt, baggy shorts, and sandals. Hot, Hazy, and Humid. I could feel the sweat running down my back.

One block off campus, we approached what looked like a typical honky-tonk from the outside, except there were no pickup trucks parked out front. In fact, they didn't even have a parking lot. This was a college bar, for students willing to walk off campus to let their hair down and kick up their heels. Judging by the name, it catered to female students.

We passed clusters of young women waiting outside, chatting while they stood beneath shade trees. A sign read, "Closed for Special Event". My sister and I approached the door and two female doormen opened it to let us in.

As we passed a table my sister pointed and said, "I'll be sitting at this table to check IDs." In front of the table was a guest chair, and "Check-In Here First" on a sign. On top of the table was a large cowboy hat, nametags, pens, and a clipboard with papers. My sister wanted to re-create the Sorting Hat from Harry Potter but with a Western theme. "As I told you last night, I'm going to collect names and contact information, ask the candidates a few questions, and then, depending on their answers, refer them to one of the sorority sisters inside."

She wanted me to be the voice of the cowboy hat, sitting in a quiet, concealed location next to the bar. My sister would give me a hand signal, then, using my best western drawl, I would announce who the new member should go see. My sister would have her cell phone under the hat set to speaker.

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Lookin' Good in Pink

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We kept going and came to two sorority members, with four piles of pink T-shirts behind them. "Hi, Janet. Hi, Kate," said my sister.

"Welcome back, Mary Kay," said Kate.

After exchanging quick hugs, my sister introduced me. "This is Colt. He's a froshling Communications major and has agreed to help us out tonight."

"Let me get you a T-shirt, Mary Kay," said Janet. "It looks like you need a large."

"Thanks," said my sister. I don't know much about women's sizes, but at five foot ten, and possessing a fit, athletic frame, large seemed appropriate. I watched my sister's hands grab the bottom of the T-shirt she was wearing and begin lifting. I quickly turned away.

"Relax, Squirt, I'm wearing an athletic sports bra. I wear one every time I go out running. As my breasts got larger, they needed more support, otherwise, the nipples move around too much and get chafed and tender."

MK was doing this to purposely embarrass me. I glanced back and saw the stretchy fabric of her size 34C bra struggle to contain her well-rounded breasts. My sister slipped on a sleeveless pink T-shirt, revealing the stylized name of their sorority. I also noticed how hot my sister looked in pink.

Janet looked at my sister, "Do you want a T-shirt for Squirt?"

"Good idea," replied my sister.

Janet looked at me, "I think a small will work for you." As she turned around to grab a T-shirt from a different pile, I frowned at her use of the nickname my sister had given me. It was not a name I wanted to spread around campus. Janet handed me the T-shirt. I held it up for size and saw it had a tapered cut.

Janet must have noticed my hesitation, "It's a woman's cut, of course. A little larger around the bust line, then narrow at the waist. It should fit you really well."

Following my sister's lead, I removed my T-shirt. It took me a moment to realize I was standing bare-chested in front of three good-looking sorority women. Being a runner, I knew my core was solid, but it came at the expense of skinny arms and legs. I quickly slipped on the pink T-shirt which fit me perfectly.

"Nice," said Kate, though I wondered if her attention was solely on the fabric. Still, it felt good to be ogled by an upperclassman.

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Getting into Position

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My sister said, "OK, Squirt. Let's get you into position." She pointed to the end of the bar. "Go sit behind that curtain. Leave it open a crack and you should be able to see my hand signals."

"Got it!" I replied.

I entered the main part of the cantina and saw the long wooden bar with different beer taps. At each end of the bar was a stool fashioned from a real saddle. Behind the bar were bottles of hard liquor, and behind those was a large mirror. There were the usual lit-up beer signs scattered around, and a naked cowboy done in neon. As the lights flashed, his cock slowly rose and fell. Towards the back was a stage where a band was set up. Painted on the wall behind the stage was the name "Cowgurl Cantina" and a logo. Next to the stage, I saw a mechanical bull surrounded by a wooden railing. In the center of the bar was a large wooden dance floor, and around the outer walls were tables and chairs. Various women clad in pink T-shirts were busy setting things up.

Arriving at my perch, I watched my sister put her cell phone adjacent to the hat. I called her number but got a Not in Service message. Walking back to my sister's table, I tried again and got the same message. I said, "This isn't going to work, MK. I can't connect to your phone. The steel roof and ductwork must be blocking the signal."

"Damn!" she muttered under her breath. MK looked around as if hoping for an alternative. "They're going to open the doors in a few minutes. Quick, Squirt, get under the table. Your voice will still sound like it's coming from the cowboy hat."

"What?" I yelped. "People will see me!"

"Get under there. The tablecloth goes all the way to the floor. No one will see you. Just scrunch up."

I promised my sister I would do this hat thing for her. Although the plan had changed, I reluctantly agreed. Lifting the tablecloth, I crawled beneath it. Entering the translucent semi-darkness, I saw my sister's legs. Then the smell hit me. Leather cowgirl boots! You ain't been brung up right if you don't love the scent of leather when you walk into a boot store. And there is nothing sexier on a cowgirl's feet than a good pair of boots!

MK whispered, "Get between my legs and stay quiet." She spread her legs slightly. My eyes followed her thighs inward and I saw her red lace panties. I stared. I had to. I have always had a crush on my big sister and missed her these last 3 years. A cacophony of excited voices erupted as the doors opened, accompanied by approaching footsteps.

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Who's First

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"Single line, ladies!" yelled my sister. "Who's the first cowgirl."

I spun around to face the front of the table, sat down between my sister's legs, and pulled my knees against me. Then I nestled the back of my head between my sister's lean thighs. The guest chair scraped softly across the wooden floor and a pair of brand-new cowgirl boots appeared under the table. Two shapely well-tanned legs, spread slightly apart, rose above them. I stared into the sexy darkness, right at my eye level, but could see little.

I heard the shuffling of papers on the table above me and my sister requested to see an ID. My sister had told me this is an 18+ bar. Anyone between 18 and 21 could enter, but would not be served alcohol. All the seventy-nine new members coming tonight were over eighteen, so there shouldn't be any problems.

"There's a taco bar in the back. The bartenders will serve you soft drinks or juices, and if you want to drink beer, you can ask for a flight of four good non-alcoholic beers."

Every new member was thoroughly screened for Primary Recruitment by the sorority, still, my sister asked them a few questions anyway. Things wrapped up quickly with this first new member, but I couldn't see my sister's hand signal. Instead, she squeezed my head between her thighs two times. Using my best fake Western drawl, I broadcasted, "Y'all best be moseying on over to Barbara Boggs!"

"Wow," said a sexy disembodied female voice. "A talking hat! How did you guys do that? You guys rock! It's going to be a fun year!"

OK, she might not be that smart, but with a sexy voice and really hot legs, I expect she will do fine here at UT.

The processing continued, and based on the answers I overheard, I quickly figured out the new members were being split into four groups. Straight, Lesbian, Athletes, and International. I was getting a close-up look at their shoes, boots, and legs, but except for a glimpse of my sister's panties, my eyes never saw heaven. Rarely did a new member's knees make it completely under the tablecloth, and even when they did, the legs were either pressed together, crossed over one another, obscured by the tablecloth, or encased in blue jeans.

As more new members checked in and entered the bar, the noise level from that direction rose, and a live band began playing. MK and I were near the door, and the table was the first in its row. More than just new members were coming in through the open door. The lingering heat of a hot Texas summer day followed them in. There was no airflow under the tablecloth, and it was sweltering. Sweat leaked from every one of my pores.

After sending one of the new members back, my sister whispered, "Hey, Squirt. My feet are sweating inside my boots. Can you take them off for me?"

"Sure," I replied softly. MK lifted one of her feet, and I gripped the boot with both hands, sliding it off her foot. Then I did the other. What smells stronger than leather cowgirl boots? Sweaty cowgirl boots! I had no choice but to breathe in the heavily scented air. I lifted one of MK's feet and began massaging it. It was slick with the wetness of her sweat. Even in the subdued light, they were the most beautiful feet I had ever seen, in like, forever! I set one foot down and gave a quick massage to the other.

After the next new member left, MK whispered, "I need to shift my legs, Squirt."

My sister stretched her legs straight out over my shoulders, and slid forward on her chair, trapping my neck deeper and tighter between her thighs. As my sister's bare feet descended, I spread my knees apart and watched her bare feet settle right on my crotch. She flexed her toes and rubbed her feet against me as if trying to discover what they were resting on.

The heat on the back and sides of my neck got more intense. MK's thighs and pussy had to be sweating as much as I was. I wriggled my neck and felt the lacy trim of her panties gently rub against me. The band began playing a new song and MK started tapping her feet to the music. And she was tapping them right on my cock! My cock throbbed, it twitched, I fought it, I lost. MK had just given me a quickie foot job! I wondered if she even knew what she had done.

One of MK's hands slipped behind my neck and began rubbing. With her fingertips pointed towards her, it was not a mystery what she was rubbing. The smell of her sex reached my nostrils. Her thighs started flexing out and back in, and I felt small bucking movements against me. MK was humping my neck! Her thighs tensed for a moment, and I felt wetness against the back of my neck.

After we processed the next new member, MK whispered, "Damn you, Squirt. You made me cream my panties."

"Me? What did I do?"

"Having you between my legs made me really horny!"

I settled my neck back into position. The smell of my sister's leaking fluids added to the musky, sweaty, leathery, and erotic odors beneath the table. I wondered if the moisture dripping down my neck was merely sweat.

After the next new member left, my sister put her feet on either side of my hips and quickly pushed herself up from her chair. The tablecloth rippled behind me as MK lifted her thighs, and when everything settled, the creamed red panties were right in front of my face! The strong musky smell was overwhelming in the confined space.

"Slide my panties down my legs, Squirt. Then, lay them out to dry."

My hands reached up, my fingers searching for the best place to touch her wet panties. Her gusset was a dripping mess, with everywhere else thoroughly soaked with her sweat. Pulling on the thin stretchy bands on the outside of her thighs, I guided her panties over her knees and then lowered them down to her feet. MK lifted both feet at the same time, and her panties were free. It was tempting to bring them to my nose for a quick smell, but why bother? The same pervasive smell already filled every one of my breaths.

As the event wore on, beneath the sweltering table, an odd viscous liquid continued dribbling down my neck and back.

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Rush of the Rushers

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A pair of well-worn cowgirl boots appeared under the table. Since this was unlike the usual brand-new pairs of cowgirl boots, I perked up. The new member announced her name as Emma Davis. But the rest of the quick interview melted into all the others until I heard my sister ask, "You live on a ranch, don't you?"

"I do. Born and raised. I'm a bit of a wild and free spirit and I love to ride horses. Say, who's that guy I saw you walk in with?"

"His name is Colt. He's a freshman this year."

"I know a fair bit about breaking colts. He's cute. Kinda handsome and rugged-looking at the same time. Where'd he git off to?"

"Oh, I haven't seen hide nor hair of him since we walked in. Maybe he'll turn up underfoot sometime tonight."

I smirked at her pun, but this cowgirl sounded interesting.

"Do you know anything about his oral skills? Most guys aren't very good at it."

"I know what you mean," laughed my sister. "It's up to us to train them! Anyway, I've heard rumors he's a skilled linguist if you catch my drift."

"In that case, can you give a good word for me? I'd love to hook up with him sometime."

I heard papers shuffling on the table, and a moment later, MK said, "Here's his name and phone number."

"Thanks," said the cowgirl.

MK squeezed her thighs three times. Straight.

After the new member left, MK whispered. "She's a mighty pretty redhead, Squirt, and she's straight. You're gonna owe me for this."

Then, in a louder voice, MK said, "Next!"

I lost track of numbers and time. It felt like I had spent the entire evening inside a hot sweltering box, into which cowgirl boots were being inserted.

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Ice Cold Beer

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At last, my sister whispered, "That's it for tonight, Squirt. They'll be closing the doors now, so the A/C might be able to start catching up a bit."

"Thank goodness. It's dang hot under here, MK."

"Stay under there for now, Squirt. I'll be back for you when it's safe to come out. Hand me my boots and I'll bring you a beer."

About five minutes later, MK sat down again, putting a plastic cup of beer under the tablecloth.

"It's the real stuff, Squirt."

"There's lipstick on the rim," I complained.

"The bartender made me take a sip so I wouldn't pass it along to someone underage, like you. Hope you don't mind. I've got to run some events, but I'll be back."

I rotated the cup so the lipstick would be on the opposite rim, and took a sip. Damn, it tasted good. Hot Texas summer nights and ice-cold beer. Now I know why the combination is so popular. My mind drifted back to when MK put on her pink T-shirt. She was so fucking hot! I had spent the past hour with my head between her legs, even if pointed in the wrong direction. I looked at the lipstick again and wondered what it would be like to kiss someone as hot as my sister in a sexual way. I rotated the cup around and put my lips where MK's had just been.

I was in the show choir in high school, and I acted in a couple of school plays, so I knew how to visualize myself in various roles. I saw MK smile as I walked up to her. I wrapped my arms around her in a tight embrace. Her breasts pressed against me. "Kiss me like you mean it", she said. Her head tilted to the right. No, make that to the left. MK closed her eyes as our lips met. But my eyes remained open. I watched our lips come together. I looked closely at her flawless face, her eyelashes, and the freckles on her nose. I flicked my tongue across her lips. And I imagined my cock erupting inside my pants. It was great!

I looked at the cup of beer, and MK's lipstick was gone. Dreading what I would find, I glanced down and saw the wet spot on the front of my shorts had gotten larger!

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Two Pair Beats My Hand

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From the main part of the Cantina, I heard the band get people up for line dancing. Closer to my table, I heard small groups talking, their conversations melting together. I picked out a few words every now and then. Through the translucent tablecloth, I saw shadowy images moving past. It sounded like the ladies' restroom was close to the exit, which meant only one thing. There would be a steady stream of women passing by all night, keeping me trapped under the table. I nursed my beer, hoping to stretch out the precious fluid.

When the band took a break, excited shouts and laughter drifted my way, as everyone else was having fun playing games and contests. Closer to my table were the sounds of shuffling boots, clattering heels, and the crunching of dropped peanut shells on the floor being stepped on.

During a lull, I wondered if I could sneak out without MK's help. I lifted the bottom hem of the tablecloth. Two new members were walking right towards my table! Neither one was MK! I heard the scrape of both chairs and feared the worst. A moment later, two pairs of shapely legs entered my domain. I scrunched myself into the center of the table to avoid detection, managing to knock over my beer as I did so.