It was a fall morning. The grayish tone that reigned in the sky forced one to suppose that nothing important would happen; except for lying in bed, watching TV intermittently, knowing that movies would start and never finish due to sleep lapses contaminated by context.
It was the second day of a long week, during which my parents would not be at home, since they had allowed themselves that trip that seemed like it would never arrive.
The household economy was not lush, which allowed us to have only one TV (with VCR) in the kitchen. But, with my parents away, my sister and I took advantage of moving it to our shared bedroom.
It was the first time we had been left alone for so long.
At 20 years old, it was up to me to take care of the house and, if that wasn't enough, also my sister, who was two years younger than me.
Our relationship was a constant up-and-down, going from love to hate, with an oscillation that, at times, became incomprehensible.
The night before, given the low temperatures, we had opted for turning on an electric stove that was in the house. That's why when we woke up, the panes were fogged, corrupting the view of the outside.
On the other hand, the interior of the room had acquired the typical orange tone of the described stove.
My sister got up to go to the bathroom, and I was lying down, wearing a long-sleeved shirt and loose elastic pants that served as pajamas.
She returned running to her bed after being occupied in the bathroom, which was cold. She wore a white nightgown that allowed me to see what the temperature shock had caused on her adolescent chest. It was an instant, but it lasted long enough in my mind to corrupt it.
Next, I went to the bathroom. I knew that at that moment, I was carrying an unmistakable erection. But It's true that I didn't intend to hide her. My sister, unaware of my thoughts, couldn't conceal her gaze, which impulsively directed itself towards my groin. I was aware that the looseness of my slip exposed not only the hardness of my member but also, on the side, allowed a glimpse of my testicles. When my sister lifted her gaze, she found herself facing my eyes, which looked at her almost disinterestedly. More, she couldn't hide a certain quota of curiosity and astonishment. Without more, I went to the bathroom. She remained in the room and preferred to turn on the TV. I attended to my needs and, while washing my face, my gaze met my own eyes, which returned an inquisitive look, like a mirror. A strange sensation ran through my body. Something of fear, guilt, unconsciousness, but with total and absolute certainty: when I crossed the door of the room, I would do everything possible to possess my sister. It wasn't in my calculations that fate would help me. The previous evening I had been watching a conditioned movie, which had remained inside the video player. From the bathroom door, I could hear the unmistakable audio of the same. By the time I returned to my room, the landscape couldn't be more promising. The atmosphere was tinged with the orange color mentioned earlier, now confusing it with the faint light coming from the TV. Foggy glasses. The moans emerging from the speakers and, in front of these, my sister attentive (although strange), before the panorama returned by the screen. I don't know if it was the heat of the stove or the images that produced it, but she was no longer covered with her blankets. She only found herself wrapped in her nightgown. Without saying absolutely anything, I returned to my bed, observing her closely. Her fixed eyes, her open mouth. Her breasts... those voluminous, turgid breasts, her abdomen, her hips, and her... interminable legs.
I accommodated myself deliberately, although with an uninterested gesture, in such a way that it would be impossible for her not to see me. I adjusted my underwear as if to feed her intrigue, and I abandoned myself to chance.
The position and gestures of her face changed accordingly as the scenes progressed. I supposed that, if I didn't take advantage of the favor destiny was granting me, my opportunity would have disappeared.
Calculating each of my movements, I chose to start touching myself above my underwear. Since my sister wasn't taking her eyes off the screen, I opted to sketch a tiny, almost inaudible whimper.
She turned her head, and it was impossible for her not to see what was happening.
I looked up at her from below.
I met her gaze without stopping touching myself.
I said: Don't repress yourself if you feel like it, touch yourself too
Without a certain amount of shame, she hid her body under the sheets and began to masturbate. I knew what was happening, and I felt like I was about to explode.
In a strategic move, I told her I would leave her alone for a bit so she could be more comfortable.
I did that.
I went to the bathroom and, to avoid unwanted incidents, I quickly washed my genitals and surrounding area with cold water. This helped calm my anxiety.
When I came out, I didn't do anything but stand next to the bedroom door.
My sister was biting her lower lip and had closed her eyes, emitting a captivating gasp.
I imperceptibly approached her bed, lowered my underwear, and started masturbating too.
Immediately, I placed my right hand warmly on her shoulder and sat down beside her.
She opened her eyes, looking completely disheveled, as I'd never seen her before. But she didn't stop satisfying herself.
With a single movement, I slipped between the sheets. In her eyes, I perceived some indecision; so, before she could do anything, I started masturbating her with my right hand. It seemed to explode. Meanwhile, I began to lick her ear, and that knocked down the last barriers that seemed to be standing in my way. She looked at me straight in the eye, and narrowed hers, as if inviting me to kiss her. I didn't hesitate for a single instant. Our lips fused, then our tongues followed. With my remaining hand, I began to caress her neck, back, abdomen, ending on her breasts... those voluminous, tumescent breasts, plagued by adolescence.
I suddenly separated myself from her. She looked at me, startled and amazed. I told her it was one of the most wonderful situations in my life, and she simply nodded with her head, too exhausted to say a word.
I helped her lie back down, and began kissing her. Her lips, neck, and I stopped on her breasts. Her nipples seemed to want to escape from her body. One and the other were subjected to the vehemence of my tongue.
As if without wanting it, I began descending along her abdomen, navel. And that's when she placed both hands on my head, demanding that I kiss her sex. I couldn't resist.
I directed myself first to her thighs, inner thighs. With my hands, I gently forced her to separate her legs and, without any gesture, captured her clitoris with my lips. I sucked it, licked it. I ran my tongue along her vaginal lips while fricating her with my fingers.
I introduced all of my tongue into the depths of her juices, and she felt herself exploding in the most impressive contractions she had ever experienced, as if she had never felt extreme pleasure before. She was lying on the sheets, exhausted.
The smile on her face expressed her gratitude. I was still caressing her clitoris, now more softly.
Immediately, I helped her sit up on the bed, with her legs crossed. I did exactly the same thing, so that we were facing each other. Looking at each other. Naked both of us. She copied my gesture. stopping at my member. Without saying a word, with my right hand I began to caress her breasts, stomach, until I died again in her pubic hair and then in her clitoris. Both of our breathing increased the rhythm again.
Knowing what was about to happen, with my left hand I took hers and slowly brought it towards me. I noticed some resistance. Then I started caressing her more vigorously, and my lips approached hers. It was decisive.
She clung to my cock like a castaway clinging to a trunk in the vastness of the ocean, and began to masturbate me frenetically. I felt indescribable.
I hugged her, scratched her back, and took hold of her buttocks. In one movement, I lifted her so that our genitals could rub against each other. We seemed about to explode. I stopped and very gently placed my glans at the entrance of her vagina. I began to penetrate her very slowly with almost imperceptible movements. I couldn't believe it... I was on the verge of coming inside my sister.
Before she realized it, I was already fully inside her. We took a second, and then we started moving fiercely. It seemed like our lives were slipping away.
With both legs, she began to press against me at the waist, and I could feel her second orgasm. She started screaming as if she were being killed, and that made me heat up to unimaginable levels.
I separated from her, and made her get down on all fours. I could see the reddish color of her vagina, typical of women in heat. I penetrated her with one thrust, and started moving like a madman. With both hands, I held onto her hips to attract her towards me every time. Until I felt my orgasm would be irreversible.
She asked me to finish inside her, but I refused. I sat on the edge of the bed and invited her to kneel down on the floor.
My recurring dream...
There was my cock, trapped between her two enormous breasts. She caught it between them and began to sway. Up and down. Up and down.
I don't give up more, I screamed.
He pulled my cock out from between his breasts and put it in his mouth, like a thirsty person seeing a hose of water in the middle of the desert.
At the same time, I was masturbating with both hands.
He managed to say; Give it baby. And he couldn't say anything more.
My cum flooded his mouth, covering his palate and tongue, which didn't stop moving. And they didn't stop until they extracted the last drop.
We remained exhausted, both of us, lying on the bed. Without saying anything. It was all said.
Knowing that there were still several days left in that long week...
It was the second day of a long week, during which my parents would not be at home, since they had allowed themselves that trip that seemed like it would never arrive.
The household economy was not lush, which allowed us to have only one TV (with VCR) in the kitchen. But, with my parents away, my sister and I took advantage of moving it to our shared bedroom.
It was the first time we had been left alone for so long.
At 20 years old, it was up to me to take care of the house and, if that wasn't enough, also my sister, who was two years younger than me.
Our relationship was a constant up-and-down, going from love to hate, with an oscillation that, at times, became incomprehensible.
The night before, given the low temperatures, we had opted for turning on an electric stove that was in the house. That's why when we woke up, the panes were fogged, corrupting the view of the outside.
On the other hand, the interior of the room had acquired the typical orange tone of the described stove.
My sister got up to go to the bathroom, and I was lying down, wearing a long-sleeved shirt and loose elastic pants that served as pajamas.
She returned running to her bed after being occupied in the bathroom, which was cold. She wore a white nightgown that allowed me to see what the temperature shock had caused on her adolescent chest. It was an instant, but it lasted long enough in my mind to corrupt it.
Next, I went to the bathroom. I knew that at that moment, I was carrying an unmistakable erection. But It's true that I didn't intend to hide her. My sister, unaware of my thoughts, couldn't conceal her gaze, which impulsively directed itself towards my groin. I was aware that the looseness of my slip exposed not only the hardness of my member but also, on the side, allowed a glimpse of my testicles. When my sister lifted her gaze, she found herself facing my eyes, which looked at her almost disinterestedly. More, she couldn't hide a certain quota of curiosity and astonishment. Without more, I went to the bathroom. She remained in the room and preferred to turn on the TV. I attended to my needs and, while washing my face, my gaze met my own eyes, which returned an inquisitive look, like a mirror. A strange sensation ran through my body. Something of fear, guilt, unconsciousness, but with total and absolute certainty: when I crossed the door of the room, I would do everything possible to possess my sister. It wasn't in my calculations that fate would help me. The previous evening I had been watching a conditioned movie, which had remained inside the video player. From the bathroom door, I could hear the unmistakable audio of the same. By the time I returned to my room, the landscape couldn't be more promising. The atmosphere was tinged with the orange color mentioned earlier, now confusing it with the faint light coming from the TV. Foggy glasses. The moans emerging from the speakers and, in front of these, my sister attentive (although strange), before the panorama returned by the screen. I don't know if it was the heat of the stove or the images that produced it, but she was no longer covered with her blankets. She only found herself wrapped in her nightgown. Without saying absolutely anything, I returned to my bed, observing her closely. Her fixed eyes, her open mouth. Her breasts... those voluminous, turgid breasts, her abdomen, her hips, and her... interminable legs.
I accommodated myself deliberately, although with an uninterested gesture, in such a way that it would be impossible for her not to see me. I adjusted my underwear as if to feed her intrigue, and I abandoned myself to chance.
The position and gestures of her face changed accordingly as the scenes progressed. I supposed that, if I didn't take advantage of the favor destiny was granting me, my opportunity would have disappeared.
Calculating each of my movements, I chose to start touching myself above my underwear. Since my sister wasn't taking her eyes off the screen, I opted to sketch a tiny, almost inaudible whimper.
She turned her head, and it was impossible for her not to see what was happening.
I looked up at her from below.
I met her gaze without stopping touching myself.
I said: Don't repress yourself if you feel like it, touch yourself too
Without a certain amount of shame, she hid her body under the sheets and began to masturbate. I knew what was happening, and I felt like I was about to explode.
In a strategic move, I told her I would leave her alone for a bit so she could be more comfortable.
I did that.
I went to the bathroom and, to avoid unwanted incidents, I quickly washed my genitals and surrounding area with cold water. This helped calm my anxiety.
When I came out, I didn't do anything but stand next to the bedroom door.
My sister was biting her lower lip and had closed her eyes, emitting a captivating gasp.
I imperceptibly approached her bed, lowered my underwear, and started masturbating too.
Immediately, I placed my right hand warmly on her shoulder and sat down beside her.
She opened her eyes, looking completely disheveled, as I'd never seen her before. But she didn't stop satisfying herself.
With a single movement, I slipped between the sheets. In her eyes, I perceived some indecision; so, before she could do anything, I started masturbating her with my right hand. It seemed to explode. Meanwhile, I began to lick her ear, and that knocked down the last barriers that seemed to be standing in my way. She looked at me straight in the eye, and narrowed hers, as if inviting me to kiss her. I didn't hesitate for a single instant. Our lips fused, then our tongues followed. With my remaining hand, I began to caress her neck, back, abdomen, ending on her breasts... those voluminous, tumescent breasts, plagued by adolescence.
I suddenly separated myself from her. She looked at me, startled and amazed. I told her it was one of the most wonderful situations in my life, and she simply nodded with her head, too exhausted to say a word.
I helped her lie back down, and began kissing her. Her lips, neck, and I stopped on her breasts. Her nipples seemed to want to escape from her body. One and the other were subjected to the vehemence of my tongue.
As if without wanting it, I began descending along her abdomen, navel. And that's when she placed both hands on my head, demanding that I kiss her sex. I couldn't resist.
I directed myself first to her thighs, inner thighs. With my hands, I gently forced her to separate her legs and, without any gesture, captured her clitoris with my lips. I sucked it, licked it. I ran my tongue along her vaginal lips while fricating her with my fingers.
I introduced all of my tongue into the depths of her juices, and she felt herself exploding in the most impressive contractions she had ever experienced, as if she had never felt extreme pleasure before. She was lying on the sheets, exhausted.
The smile on her face expressed her gratitude. I was still caressing her clitoris, now more softly.
Immediately, I helped her sit up on the bed, with her legs crossed. I did exactly the same thing, so that we were facing each other. Looking at each other. Naked both of us. She copied my gesture. stopping at my member. Without saying a word, with my right hand I began to caress her breasts, stomach, until I died again in her pubic hair and then in her clitoris. Both of our breathing increased the rhythm again.
Knowing what was about to happen, with my left hand I took hers and slowly brought it towards me. I noticed some resistance. Then I started caressing her more vigorously, and my lips approached hers. It was decisive.
She clung to my cock like a castaway clinging to a trunk in the vastness of the ocean, and began to masturbate me frenetically. I felt indescribable.
I hugged her, scratched her back, and took hold of her buttocks. In one movement, I lifted her so that our genitals could rub against each other. We seemed about to explode. I stopped and very gently placed my glans at the entrance of her vagina. I began to penetrate her very slowly with almost imperceptible movements. I couldn't believe it... I was on the verge of coming inside my sister.
Before she realized it, I was already fully inside her. We took a second, and then we started moving fiercely. It seemed like our lives were slipping away.
With both legs, she began to press against me at the waist, and I could feel her second orgasm. She started screaming as if she were being killed, and that made me heat up to unimaginable levels.
I separated from her, and made her get down on all fours. I could see the reddish color of her vagina, typical of women in heat. I penetrated her with one thrust, and started moving like a madman. With both hands, I held onto her hips to attract her towards me every time. Until I felt my orgasm would be irreversible.
She asked me to finish inside her, but I refused. I sat on the edge of the bed and invited her to kneel down on the floor.
My recurring dream...
There was my cock, trapped between her two enormous breasts. She caught it between them and began to sway. Up and down. Up and down.
I don't give up more, I screamed.
He pulled my cock out from between his breasts and put it in his mouth, like a thirsty person seeing a hose of water in the middle of the desert.
At the same time, I was masturbating with both hands.
He managed to say; Give it baby. And he couldn't say anything more.
My cum flooded his mouth, covering his palate and tongue, which didn't stop moving. And they didn't stop until they extracted the last drop.
We remained exhausted, both of us, lying on the bed. Without saying anything. It was all said.
Knowing that there were still several days left in that long week...
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