todo queda en familia

My mother played hockey her whole life, even after having me, it was her life, her passion. Frustrated by not being able to continue due to the responsibility of being a single mother and all that comes with it, she decided one day, when I was 6 years old, to pass on her madness and enroll me in the same club she went to. Unfailingly, it became my passion too. It seemed like it ran very deep in my blood, and from that first training day, I worked hard to be the best player.

The years passed and my body changed. This sport, without a doubt, contributed to my formation. My legs and Booty were my best attributes, and some rolls decorated my abdomen.

At 18, I had finished high school and was preparing to continue at university. Law seemed to call my attention most. My mother didn't want me to enroll in the state school, as it requires many study hours and she didn't want to prevent me from continuing with hockey. And so it was that I found myself studying at a private university. My grades weren't the best, but at least I was advancing in my career.

It was a winter night, prior to finals, when Maite and I decided to go study at her house. She lived with her mother, a 12-year-old sister, and a 24-year-old brother. The living room table was entirely and uniquely available to us. Luckily, their house is big and we didn't disturb the rest of the family too much.

It was approximately 1 am when her brother appeared to ask for something, he looked at me, smiled, greeted me with a hello from afar and left. I knew that smile would be responsible for my distraction for the rest of the night.

The hours passed, we had an overdose of sheets, books, highlighters, and coffee. Maite's eyelids were half-closed.

I can't take it anymore... shall we sleep? she asks between yawns.

No, I'm still fine, the coffee really wakes me up and speeds me along. If I go to bed now, it will be a waste of time in bed. You go if you want, I'll stay Reading for a bit longer. If I fall asleep, I'll go up.
-Okay, I'll set the alarm clock for 10... I need at least four hours to recover – he says, as he's leaving with a kiss.
-Give it a rest... until tomorrow Mai...
I went to the kitchen to heat some water to refill my thermos for the mate, and took advantage of going to the bathroom to wash my face and try to wake up a bit. While I was waiting for the water, I heard the front door opening, a noise of keys. It must be the brother who just arrived, I told myself. And indeed it was him. I'm being silly and keep preparing the mate equipment.
-Ey, are you guys still awake? – he asks, with his tongue slightly tangled. Apparently, he was a bit drunk.
-Yes, I'm just me, Mai went to sleep a little while ago because she was tired. I wanted to stay up for a bit longer to read... – I said somewhat timidly.
-You were going to take mates, that's what I see.
-Yes, let's see if they help me wake up a bit... do you want? –
-Bueno, go ahead… let's see if my hangover goes away.
We went to the living room, I wanted to put things on the table, but he indicated we should go to the couch. It was enormous, so he reclined on it. I managed to sit down on the individual one, but he stretched his legs to give me some space and invited me to sit next to him.
Between chats, he would get closer to me, sometimes a hand would touch my leg, caress my hair, with excuses like your hair is so nice. I don't know exactly when, we were kissing. His hands continued to caress me in various areas. My body started to take temperature, and lose control, or maybe let myself go.
Reclining on the couch, he on top of me, while continuing to kiss me, his hand descended down my neck, my chest, unbuttoned the buttons of my white cotton shirt and parted the fabrics one side each. The nipples of my small breasts erected due to the touch of his palm, which continued to slide south, caressing now... My waist. It continued its course. I flexed one of my legs, as if giving permission and almost asking to be touched. He remained on my waist, my breasts... my sex, while it burned with flames. His tongue drew the outline of my lips with the tip. I couldn't take it anymore, so I took his hand with mine to make it cross the barrier of my jogging pants and then my underwear. His finger reached the end of my sex.

-Ah... what warmth is doing here - he said, looking at the area between my legs.

-Mhmm... touch me... touch me... - I responded, bringing him back to my mouth with my tongue again.

Without delay, his fingers passed over my upper lips, outside. The moisture had already reached that area, even reaching my thighs. It crossed that barrier and arrived at the smaller ones. He took them, giving soft pinches, like rubs, without squeezing too hard. My body was very ecstatic. At times I got desperate and let it be known with my mouth. He kept playing, entering between my smaller lips and caressing the entrance of my vagina. He moved my hips up, trying to make him enter. He made me desire for a few seconds and then plunged them into my interior. My body relaxed for a moment, but then started trembling again. My back arched and I began to moan loudly, losing control over the movement of my legs. I was almost whimpering. I couldn't stay still. My hip moved at his hand's rhythm, letting him enter deeper into my interior.

When I felt I couldn't take it anymore, I grabbed him with both arms, dug my fingers into his back and pulled him closer to me. With the other, I held his wrist, pressing it harder, while I exploded with pleasure. He introduced his tongue into my mouth at that same moment, preventing me from freeing my lips, forcing me to moan against his.

Overwhelmed by the discomfort and heat, we remained reclined on each other in the armchair for a few minutes.