As everyone knows, we're in quarantine. In my case, I'm clinging to a very particular situation, since just a week before my sister moved in with me. Let me explain. I live in a three-room apartment, owned by my parents, who have several houses and when I became independent, they let me live in one of their properties for a rent that's more than accessible. Eventually, they stopped accepting my money, so basically they gave me a house. It's a PH department of three rooms, located in a peripheral neighborhood of the Buenos Aires conurbation (Argentina). To be honest, I couldn't ask for more, I have plenty of space, I'm quite far from the city center and since I work from home, almost never leave my neighborhood. The thing is that my sister Laura, who's two years younger than me (by the way, my name is Alejandro and I'm 28), was left without a place to live for reasons I'll explain later, and given my privileged situation, my parents asked me to make room for her until she could find another place to live. Of course, I couldn't refuse. The thing is that Laura had been in a relationship with the same guy for about ten years, my brother-in-law, let's say. And like four or five months ago, they had a very strong fight and separated from one day to the next. Laura moved into an apartment in the center because she worked just a few blocks away and it suited her well. I know she earned quite a bit because she had a very good standard of living, but with this quarantine, she lost her job and couldn't afford the rent anymore. Since my parents had the rest of their houses rented out, which were big houses, not apartments, they couldn't offer her anything, so they asked me to make room for her. I basically set up a room that used to be like a gym and well, she moved in here. The first days everything started off fine, She respected my space. Although the apartment was just as much hers as mine, in reality she was the guest, asking permission to open the refrigerator, repositioning it. I had to be telling her to help herself and stop asking permission for everything. Everything was fine, but little by little I started realizing that things weren't the same anymore, I couldn't be naked if I felt hot, or masturbate on the living room couch, or even watch TV in my room without worrying about the volume, because whether she was a guest or not, there was now another person living with me and certain respect had to be shown. The thing is that the fact of cohabiting with someone else started to show. I had to give up certain things, for example the TV. I have a 28-inch smart TV that until then I had in my room, where I spent most of my time. There wasn't another TV in the house and my sister told me she didn't have one at her place, in fact she said don't worry about it, leave it in my room, but I couldn't be so selfish, so one afternoon I brought it to the living room, so she could also watch. I didn't know how used I was to falling asleep watching TV... And thus some habits started changing. I took great care of respecting her space, we were trapped here and didn't know (we still don't) how much more time we would have to spend together, so it's better to create the conditions for us to get along. I found that now I had to put something on when going from my room to the bathroom and there were certain videos and movies that I could only watch when Laura was sleeping. And besides, I had to be careful not to make too much noise so she wouldn't hear it. I was surprised one morning when I was watching TV and having a coffee and Laura came out of her room in a thong and bra, said 'hello', went to the bathroom, heard the sound of running water as she washed her face and brushed her teeth, came back and went into her room. But then... She came out again just like she was and sat down on the sofa next to me as if nothing had happened. -Is there coffee? Yes, but it might have gone cold, look. -OK. I mean, it caught my attention, since in general cuties are modest about that. She got up and went to the kitchen, wait till she turned her back and I'd check her out just by instinct. I knew Laura was in shape, but we hadn't spent a summer together since we were kids, and it had been ages since I last saw her naked or anything. That made it even less difficult to ignore: she had well-defined curves and her body was quite something. So, I think it's time for me to tell you a bit about what she's like. Laura is a brunette with wavy hair, not quite curly, I don't know if I'm explaining myself. Not quite short, but pretty petite. She has big eyes, always considered not that ugly of a face. Her hair barely reaches below her shoulders, very risque, copada we say in Argentina, always happy. She's thin and now I'm finding out she has a booty more than decent and bigger tits than I ever thought seeing her dressed. Like it wasn't enough, the lingerie she wears is that semi-transparent stuff, you can see a bit of her skin and get a very precise idea of how it must be... While walking towards the kitchen, I notice how feminine she is when she walks, like one butt cheek asks permission from the other before taking a step. I look at her until she stops in front of the counter and turns sideways, then I turn my gaze back to the TV. -What are you looking at? (I pretend not to care) -Don't mind it, what's up? -This. I don't know, it's fine, I guess. -You know what's going on, I'm used to walking around comfortable, it's something I can't change, the first days I tried to get used to it, but I can't. Hope it's not a problem for you. No, it's fine. -You too, like I'm not even here. The last thing I want is for you to give me a hand, it would be uncomfortable in your own home. This house belongs to The two. -No, it's your house. It's for the two of us, you know. -It's your house Ale, and I came to invade you. As soon as this is all over, stay calm, I'm leaving. You can take whatever you need. Besides, you're without work... -Don't worry about that, once we get out of this, I'll find a job easily. But things are going to be tough now... -I'll find one right away, stay calm. (I was surprised by your confidence) Good joy. But relax, you can take whatever you want. And well, let's see how we can do what's best so that the two of us feel comfortable. -Thanks, I appreciate it. You too, act like nothing is happening here. Look, I'm not used to drama with anything. Besides, I'm used to living with men, I know how they are... Do you mean my ex brother-in-law? -Of course... -I mean, thanks for the TV, because if not, I'd die of boredom. But you too, do your life like you did before, don't change anything for me. Seriously, I'm telling you, I'm not scared or surprised by anything. Ok, ok. So the days went by and after that conversation, I started to relax a bit more, obviously I couldn't be in my underwear beyond what I would have said... but I wasn't dressing up to go to the bathroom anymore than with just a boxer. First we crossed paths once, then twice, and finally, except for when it was really cold, I spent the day in my underwear watching TV and she did too. After that, it became simply normal. But, but, but... one has needs. And without being able to see any of my friends (or go to prostitutes) I started accumulating heat. I would jerk off in the room late at night, so she wouldn't hear a groan or the rebound of my balls when I came. Thing that made me start missing TV, I could watch videos on the cell phone, but it wasn't the same not even close. So one morning, I couldn't take it anymore and with my boxer shorts on, but my cock about to explode, I went to the living room, sat down in the armchair, put the TV on mute and a pendrive in between, prepared to watch some... good porn videos at home, which are my favorites. With a lot of care I took out the cock and started touching myself. The heat, plus the nervousness that generated being just one door away from my sister, who could get up to go to the bathroom or look for something in the kitchen, made me finish quickly and end with all the cum on top. I got up all bent over with the cock in my hand, so nothing would fall, and went to the bathroom to wash myself. I felt relieved, literally I had taken a weight off my shoulders. But that relief wasn't going to last long. Given the circumstances: confinement, little space, and above all boredom, like many other people, Laura decided to do some exercise to stay in shape. So we combined for an hour a day, leaving her alone in the living room so she could have space and do some kind of gymnastics watching YouTube on TV. I went to my room or stayed jerking off next to it. To do gymnastics Laura put on leggings and a top, but this didn't quite hide her figure, and the movement made her tits and that Booty of hers pass less unnoticed yet. I started noticing that at different times of the day, I would remember her doing gymnastics, but there was something worse: when we talked and joked around and occasionally pushed each other or played with our hands, it would stop for me. First it happened once and I didn't associate it with her, but then it happened every time and I couldn't help but notice. I had to discreetly cover myself up and come up with some excuse to go to the bathroom or my room. One day I thought it's over, I had given in too much for her to feel comfortable, but she was still an intruder. So I came up with putting a big porn movie on TV, and well, if she got upset, I would take it off. So that's what I did, but first, I had to warn her, I couldn't help it, it seemed very rude to just do that. Hey Laura, don't get mad if you get mad, tell me, but I have many urges to Watch a porn. -Ok, no problem. If you want go to your room and I'll let you know when I'm done. -It's not necessary, relax, I'll stay with my things. Does it really bother you? -Not at all, relax. I put something that had downloaded from xvideos, quite normal would say, but considering my sister was there just a few centimeters away, normal wasn't strong enough. It was one of those videos where they don't even have dialogue, they just go to the papers... And then a tremendous brunette was sticking a huge cock in her mouth. My sister like nothing. At one point I stopped doing what I was doing, she sat down next to me and started watching the video. The brunette in question had beautiful breasts, and as if to say something, I said: Tremendous tits... Laura stayed quiet, didn't know if it had bothered her, if it had seemed stupid or if she was going to get up and leave, but far from it, she spoke: -Do you think they're big breasts? They're not that great. Her comment surprised me. What do you say? Tremendous tits have. -There are bigger ones... As long as they're like that, just looking at her makes me hard. -Well... She got up a bit uncomfortable and left. My comment had been unnecessary. Another evening we were both really drunk, we'd spent hours with our phones each, we'd seen movies on Netflix, we were already really drunk from everything. So I thought of doing something different. Want to grab some beers? -Sure thing! It would be good. To relax a bit, come on, I'm really drunk from being cooped up. -Bad, bank that fuck you platinum. Naaaaa, let me buy them myself. -Pass that I only drink Stella, the others don't taste good to me, they're too bitter. Tell me what's available and I'll pay for them, seriously. Ah, hell, the little one! Stop messing around, lend me the money now or I'm going to go to the Chinese place and come back. Well, I went to the Chinese place, luckily Booty wasn't there, I brought some cold cans with me. That day the weather was nice and we had the TV on but weren't paying much attention, started drinking and putting ourselves in... day a little with our lives, because until the beginning of the quarantine, we didn't usually see each other except on some birthdays or family reunions. The beer was making an effect on both of us... both in underwear and after two cans, any inhibition had already been left behind. -I, and tell me, how do you handle confinement? And don't you see me? -No, buddy, I mean, it's been a while since we've seen anyone... Are you dating someone? Not now, not then. -But do you have something with someone, I mean, normally? No, honestly, it's been a while since I haven't. -Ah, and how do you put up with it? I mean, because Uds are quite hot (laughing) I don't put up with it. -But do you make yourself masturbate? That too... (I replied with a bit of embarrassment) -Ah but then you have something... No, I told you no. (It was surreal to be happy on the sofa, with my sister just a few centimeters away in underwear, asking me if I was masturbating...) -I don't understand, you don't put up with it, you're not dating anyone, you don't have anything, what's going on, explain it to me. I'm going to prostitutes. That's it. Did I say that? Is that what you wanted to hear? -Hahaha, I imagined! I saw your face like a slut ñero on you, and of that and masturbating, which is good, it's more or less the same. (That made me uncomfortable, so I asked) And how do you know what faces sluts ñeros have? (She smiled again, which made it impossible for me to notice the enormous beauty of my sister, she made a face and I suppose the alcohol led her to speak) -Ah, see that my bad luck doesn't go away? Yes. -You once came to my apartment. I didn't lack anything, and I had everything good, until now clear. Yes. -Never asked why I fought with Maxi? (Maxi was my brother-in-law) I don't know, it's your business. -Think: I work in the center, as a secretary, nobody knows the name of the company, I change the schedule often, when I don't feel like it, I don't go, but I work on holy week and several holidays, never has anyone seen a paycheck... I don't understand anything, and that's what I have? -That I'm a slut. (I really got frozen) You're messing with me. (she laughs) -No, jerk, in serious. I'm a slut. (I stayed mute...) -Oh God! It feels so good telling someone about it! You can't explain it to me! No, you're messing with me. -Not stupid, do you want to see? What's the matter? -For... -Look, that's why I fought with Maxi: (He gives me his cell phone, and on the screen I see a photo of her in lingerie but with her breasts exposed... I was left stunned.) -She's having fun. Is this you? (It was obvious it was her, but I couldn't get out of my amazement. Photo after photo, one hotter than the other, my sister's tits, with a face that was impossible to avoid getting hard right there) -Of course it's me. Did you see I wasn't as saintly as you thought? (laughing) Noooooo, you're going crazy. I can't believe... Did Maxi know? -No fool, how would he know?! Well, now he knows, that's why we fought. One day I got careless, forgot to delete these photos, and he saw them. Now it's too late (He laughs again and takes a sip of beer). And what did he say? -He wanted to kill me, almost beat me up. I'm so angry. But well, it was already over. Anyway, I wasn't going out with him anymore, I was bored. It didn't even serve the idiot that way. And are these photos published on a website? -Not like that, they're with my face blurred. These are the originals. You're crazy, Laura, really, you can't believe it. (He laughs again and makes a gesture as if to say you're so obvious) -Did you see? You thought you were the crazy one in the family... I, cover that up, it's showing. (At all this, my cock was about to explode, but I was so shocked I hadn't realized. I died of shame, it was impossible not to notice the trunk and head of my cock wanting to break through the fabric of my boxer shorts and show its full force) Sorry, silly! No, what shame...! I want to die. (I wanted the earth to swallow me up) -It's okay (smiling) you can't imagine how used to seeing porn I am. (I couldn't help but pass from shame to laughter) Hahahaha, you're crazy! No, seriously, I never would have imagined it... -Well, now you know. Did you see? That's why I realize when I see a little guy like you, I take your file out.
Next thing I knew, they were all the same. Did we ever cross paths? -No, I'm the one who's dying here. Have you ever crossed paths with an acquaintance? -Yes, it happened to me. That's why I had to change departments a couple of times. It's a mess. Well, now you know why I needed your help. With this virus and quarantine, I have no way of making a living, I have some savings, but we don't know how much longer this will last, and at some point the money will run out. Of course... By then it was already late, I wasn't finished getting out of my shock and couldn't believe she was still talking to me about this with the utmost normality in the world. Then suddenly she stopped and said: -Well... it's too late, and if I keep drinking I'll end up badly. Better we stop here for now? But before I could respond... -And does something with this (gives two slaps on my cock, above the boxer briefs, smiling) that makes me look like I'm loaded and if not, I won't be able to sleep. See you tomorrow. I was dying, at 28 years old I had never felt such excitement before. I thought I wouldn't make it to the bathroom. Between, get in there, give me two shakes, fill the tub with cum. Finish so strong that I leave exhalating intensely for several seconds. I went to bed but couldn't stop imagining my sister, the same one who had grown up with me, whom I knew since childhood, but now older, kneeling down, sucking cocks, being fucked in a thousand and one ways by her clients. Would they make her do anal? Would she let them? Or would she be one of those who don't give it up? I imagined all the things I had done to dozens of whores in my life, being done to Laura by heaps of guys, old men, humiliating her, submitting her, putting her in all sorts of submissive positions and making denigrating requests, and she would comply for the money... I imagined her with her mouth full of cum, just like I had left so many, for a few more pesos. Plus now I had seen her tits, in photos, but I had seen them, I didn't need to imagine them, I knew what they looked like. That night... I slept, I must have jerked off like ten times until I was completely empty. The next morning, well... I actually woke up at 5 pm. When I got up, she was in the living room doing exercises. -Did the gentleman wake up? (with a huge smile on her mouth) I made a gesture of don't talk to me, I'm destroyed. -Could you sleep? I responded with a guttural sound. I went into the bathroom and while peeing, felt like they stopped the music and it stopped. I came out and headed to the living room. She was standing there, waiting for me. -We drank a lot last night. More or less, not that much (I said in a tired voice) -I wanted to talk to you. Last night I let something slip, it was something that had been weighing heavily on me and I never told anyone about it. I'm sorry, maybe it wasn't the right moment. Just at this point when we have to keep seeing each other every day. I want to apologize, being drunk is not an excuse, I wanted to do it. It's been a long time since I needed to tell someone, but I didn't have anyone who could digest it. And it came out last night, I didn't plan it, but I didn't do anything to avoid it. (Continued...) Never felt like telling anyone, we talk with the girls, but they're also whores (I'm talking about my girlfriends, do you understand?) and that's not enough because we're all in the same boat, but I couldn't tell Maxi obviously, my friends and much less to anyone in the family. (I didn't know what to say, so I stayed silent, so she continued) -I don't know how to apologize, I let a bomb go off and now we have to keep seeing each other, who knows for how long. I'm willing to do whatever it takes for you to forgive me, but I think we need to talk so this situation isn't worse than it already is. I don't know, maybe we should clear the air, establish some rules, do what you say and I'll do it. But we're going to have to keep seeing each other's faces, so something has to be done so neither of us feels uncomfortable. Until finally I could speak: Don't worry, I'm not angry. If I'm surprised, extremely surprised, still... I fall. But beyond that, I don't feel anything else. Relax. I have no reason to be angry, it's your life and you do yours. What the hell is it to me? If you're going to get it up, then... (we both laugh) Besides, believe me: if there's someone who won't scare off a slut, that's me. -Do you mean it seriously? Yes, I repeat, I'm still in shock, and even in a thousand years I wouldn't have imagined you were a slut. But well, I'll go on digesting it, I suppose. And outside of that, I've known tons of cuties who work, with some of them I even established a bond. I know it's a job, different, but a job in the end. They all have brothers, kids, family. They're people, like any other. -Thanks Ale, you don't know what this means to me. Relax, I already told you... That is, now you'll have to listen to anecdotes from me (winking) Smile relieved, thanks again and responds -Okay, but another time? Yes, okay. -Thanks (I hug her) I notice the aroma resulting from the mixture between the perfume she uses and her skin. I start feeling like an erection is forming again, she doesn't let go of me and it's obvious she feels my erection, can't help it, still hugs me tight. Sorry... Continues hugging me without saying a word. -Thanks... (consciously ignoring my erect penis that presses against her stomach, she kisses my cheek and then breaks the hug to head to the bathroom. I'm left in an impossible situation to avoid, so I go to the room and do what I can...) Days pass, we try to return to normality. We don't touch on the subject, but the subject is there. It's even felt in silence. Anyway, our relationship remains as before, with a little shame from both of us, but good. My shame was joined by a new feeling: guilt. I feel GUILT, because I can no longer pretend to be distracted, every night I touch myself thinking about her. Imagining her with her clients, going through the infinite situations that must have happened and should HAVE PENIS. Recreating my own experiences with prostitutes but in Laura's flesh and her clients. Sometimes I get disgusted... But I can't stop thinking about it, and even less stop touching myself. Otherwise, the dynamics of cohabitation remain unchanged, we both walk around in our underwear, share at least one meal a day. We watch TV together, laugh, but that's it, we haven't gone back to drinking or talking about it. My imagination starts flying with the days, I think it was only a matter of time, now when I think about her, she's no longer with her clients, now she's with me, and I'm the client. The thrill consumes me and I can't get the idea out of my head: 'what if I say this to her... will she respond yes or tell me off? Will she get angry or not care?' Excitement started winning over guilt. One morning I couldn't take it anymore and decided something was going to happen, I didn't know what, but something was going to happen. I got up earlier than usual to be there before her. I made myself some coffee, sat on the sofa, turned on porn on TV, lowered my pants just enough, and called her over. I started touching myself, very slowly, almost without wanting to. Because I didn't want to cum, the plan was for her to see me, and that's what happened... She opened her door and clearly saw me, she couldn't help but do so. -Good! (she said, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing) She continued on to the bathroom, stayed a moment, came out, headed to the kitchen, and did something for breakfast. Then clearly uncomfortable, but without saying anything, sat at the end of the sofa and ate her breakfast while checking her phone. At all times I kept touching myself without hiding, with my legs open and my cock well exposed. I knew that even if she didn't look at me straight on, it was impossible for her not to see me. The frenzy consumed me, I reached a climax I didn't even know existed, continued until cum, right next to her. Each shot of cum was an orgasm that couldn't be compared to any other It would have never made sense, don't silence the strong moans that pleasure provoked in me. I remained lying on the sofa for a few seconds, completely relaxed, with my cock and belly full of cum, knowing she was watching me. When the pleasure finally went away, I got up and went to the bathroom to wash myself. On returning, I sat back down beside her. Perdon… -It's okay, it's your house. (said with a certainly uncomfortable voice) I had to do it, I couldn't help it... -I know. Forgive me, Lau. Since you arrived, I've been holding on, that is, of course, I touched myself in the bathroom or room, but it wasn't the same, I felt invaded, already before the other day I couldn't take it anymore and then we had that conversation... -Yes, I know. Forgive me, seriously... -Don't worry, actually I knew this was going to happen sooner or later, you can't help it. Sometimes I myself have a desire for someone to put me against the wall and take me hard, with all this locking up... In any case, as I said before, I'm used to it. I always see it. Yes, but I am... -I'm a slut Alejandro, I won't die because you're making yourself come next to me. If yes, you are my brother, but you are a man, you have needs and can't be so selfish as to ask me to hold back in your own house. When you want to make yourself come, you do it and that's it. If I don't feel like being near, I get up and leave. Period. Don't ask for forgiveness again. Okay. If she took it that well, I wouldn't be the one who would put an end to the situation. Far from it, I turned it into a routine, every morning I'd wake up before her and make sure I didn't cum until she sat down beside me or at least passed by me twice. Sometimes she'd go to breakfast in the room and wait for a bit before leaving, so that I could already be done. But as soon as she knew, as soon as she saw me going back and forth from the bathroom, it was enough for me to cum like I was possessed. Then I'd wash up and spend the rest of the day with relative normality. I continued observing her. When I was in my gym class, watching her breasts shake was an impossible spectacle to ignore. Slowly, we returned to normality, a normality that now included Laura being present in the mornings when I masturbated, a situation already accepted by both of us. However, a new image had taken over my mind: the image of Laura taking a shower after her exercise session. She was just meters away, I could hear the sound of the water from the shower falling, I knew she was there, naked, with those perfect breasts (and by the way, 100% natural) that I had seen once in photos. I died to touch them, I yearned to feel her skin. Her morning glances were no longer enough, I wanted to feel her and have her feel me. I wanted to know if she was hairy or depilated, my curiosity consumed me. The guilt was getting smaller, the excitement eclipsed it. So one afternoon I proposed a night out with beers again, and she accepted. That night I took advantage of asking her about her job and telling her about my own experiences. To my surprise, she agreed without problems, I realized that this also made her feel liberated, I had become the only person who knew her secret, the only one to whom she could tell what she did and get it out of her. The things she had done, what she had seen... I couldn't stop being amazed, not just because she was my younger sister, but because that line of work lends itself to the most morbid situations imaginable. Yet, nothing, absolutely nothing she told me, prevented my excitement from growing minute by minute. We talked about the fantasies they had asked for, her own, we started sharing the craziest things we had done, it surprised me more than before... The alcohol was still flowing and wiping out any inhibition we might have left, which at that point were few. In a moment I got bold and made a move: Boluda, let's do something. -And laughing- Nobody is going to... Never tell me what happened here during this quarantine. Right? -Of course... I need to see what your clients saw, you can't deny it. -If you want to see my tits, I have no problem. (I was dying to see her tits, but given the circumstances, I went for more) I want to see everything. -No, not everything. The breasts are fine, but that's far enough. Well, it's okay. (By no means would I miss that spectacle) In less than a second and with the greatest naturalness in the world, Laura took off her bra right in front of me and stood there. Her tits shook for a moment before stopping, leaving her beautiful shape like two drops of water, with dark nipples that made them look even more attractive. Oh God. (I left out of breath) -Is this what you were expecting? It's much more... Can I touch it? -Don't be an idiot, it's much... Dale, I'm me, who has it? -Leave it alone, that would be going crazy. Do you want to touch your sister? Because we're still siblings, the quarantine doesn't change that. Let them touch me, please, you can't leave me with the suspense. (I tried to act stupid, as if it were a matter of curiosity and not the heat that was consuming me) -Suspense about what? Suspense about knowing how they feel, if they're soft, if they weigh or are light, suspense about everything... -You're a masturbator. Are you light, baby, see? (She lifts her tits with her hands and lets them fall again) Oh, damn it, please let me touch you once. (I hesitated for a moment and then nodded) -Okay, fine, don't make me wait any longer. (With an impatient tone, as if I wanted to get rid of the situation) But don't come near me like that, or I'll kill you! (By this point my cock couldn't take it anymore and was hard as a rock, a state that no piece of cloth would hide) I extended my arm and then touched heaven, her skin was the embodiment of the perfume she used, her tit was surprisingly light, soft, something that no breast I had ever touched before had caused in me. She lifted it, just like she had done before, but this time with great slowness and Softly I squeezed it until the tip of my fingers sank into her. They weren't the largest I had seen, but at that moment they felt like giants. Without asking permission, I also took hold of her other breast and pressed it gently. I couldn't take it anymore, this was overwhelming me. Everything was one thing: her aroma, her body, her smile, her tits. I didn't know how, but when I realized it, she had hugged me and her precious pair of tits had gotten stuck against my bare chest. Meanwhile, I found myself smelling her neck in a state of pure frenzy. -What are you doing? When I reacted, Laura was pushing me away with her hands on my chest and taking a step back. She turned to the side, took a can of beer from the living room table, sat down, and took a sip. I was standing there, it seemed like at any moment my underwear was going to explode, revealing my erect cock. But she put the bra back on and said: -It's over, Alejandro, sit down. Already... -I did what you asked me to do, cut it off. Okay. Let's do something. -What? Let's take a bath together, like when we were kids, remember? -You're crazy? Don't you want to? -How am I going to want to bathe with you, you're my brother, you're a jerk. Give it up, Lau, it's going to be really wild. Total freedom. Remember that this stays between us forever. What is it? Look down and see my boxer briefs about to burst. -What a masturbator you are... Then? Do we take a bath? Suddenly Laura's attitude changed abruptly, as if she had rescued herself from one moment to the next and turned back time to the last day before the quarantine began, when none of this had happened. -For Alejandro, you're already going crazy, it's anyone's business, you're a jerk. We're brothers. She got up in a hurry and went off towards her room. It was as if she were reading my mind: -And don't follow me... I had been my first impulse, to follow her and insist until she gave in. I was sure she would give in and I would get what I wanted. If I let myself into her room, little by little I would be leading the situation to a point of no return. But I cut myself short by less than ten, it was clear that she knew men. That night there was nothing left for me but to screw myself in the piece, resorting to my imagination. Now it was less what I needed to imagine, now it was more like remembering, what I had seen, what I had touched, what I had felt. Now more than ever, I was far from giving up, very far away. I realized that it wouldn't be as easy or fast as I had believed, but it didn't matter. I had time on my side, we were locked together. What I did was let the atmosphere dissipate, forget the issue (apparently) for a while. I had to ensure her confidence and at the same time make it seem like nothing had happened, I couldn't change too much my attitude. So what I did was lower a gear, act as if it didn't matter. So with great effort, I stopped touching myself in front of her, kept walking in boxers, but that's where it ended. It was like going back a little to the first days of cohabitation. We started talking about typical and more normal conversation topics again. Soon we were acting as if nothing had ever happened. But inside me, I had the fixed idea... she would be mine. Then an idea occurred to me, I had to manage to involve her in some kind of game or exercise for couples that required physical contact, there I could direct the situation towards where I wanted. But I needed to be very careful, I had already told her not very clearly while semi-drunk, now the response could still be worse. I needed to take her along, make one thing follow another. One afternoon, when she finished her exercise routine, I said it would be good to do something too, so as not to lose the state. I asked her for a hand, she said yes and I asked what I had planned. I had a pair of boxing gloves that I had bought a thousand years ago and never used, I told her we could look at some YouTube tutorials and copy some movement sets, in order to make something physical, but it was really turned on. He told me he was fine, that it was a good idea because she would also change and not always do the same thing. He told me that at that moment he was very tired and didn't feel like it, but we could try again the next day. My plan was in motion. That night I dedicated myself to searching for some hot videos on the internet, like to hook her up. The next day, when the time came, I already had half of what we were going to do memorized, it was quite calm and easy to copy. I tried to keep a serious face as much as possible, and so we started practicing some punch and dodge combos. As usual when trying something new, one of us starts laughing, and the other gets infected. That's what happened, in this case it was her, and in five minutes we had stopped training and were playing fight. She couldn't reach me most of the time because of her height, so she started cheating and trying to kick me. Ah yes eh?! That's when I hugged her in the middle of both our laughter and threw her to the ground. -Let go! You're not going anywhere now, you little cheating tramp! -It doesn't count, you're stronger. Have you seen? Then why did you start... It wasn't worth kicking. -Hahaha, let go! I'm not letting you go, now you'll pay for it! -Hahaha, seriously, let go. I promise I won't do anything to you. Do you promise me that seriously? -Yes yes. I let her go, she took off her gloves, and then she launched herself at me, making me tickle. ¡For the daughter of a slut! -Hahaha... (she was dying laughing, it was going well for her, made me remember when we were kids) I hugged her and could control her arms, she wasn't stopping laughing. You're a liar, you cheated again. She responded with a gesture like saying it doesn't matter and a pillowy smile. Then I felt her aroma again, that one of hers that couldn't get out of my head. I let her go, we got up from the floor and sat down, recovering our breath. We always ended up the same way in the end, do you remember when we were kids? -Yes, I always got beaten to a pulp... I'm the older one. -“The older one” says... don't forget how you ended last time. How could I forget... That day almost left me impotent, daughter of a slut… -“The older one” stayed lying on the floor for half an hour, holding his balls, haha. That time you left me in a rage, we were playing. -You were playing, I wasn't. Yes, I realized that when you put them in my throat. -And well, you provoked me, besides we were already grown up. We weren’t grown up! -I remember because I was getting ready for my party. You always used to tease and hit me. Plus when it happened, you would slap me on the booty and that made me feel really uncomfortable, I wasn't a kid anymore. A friend told me “if he does it again, give him a punch in the middle of his balls, you'll see your brother won’t bother you again”. And she was right, you never bothered me again after that... You left me once, and now you owe me one... -I don't owe you anything, behave yourself or else I'll screw you again, look who knows me... (I grabbed myself over the boxer shorts and made a movement as if I was shaking them. It was surprising how I could do something like that with such naturalness without any sexual connotation, at least for her, because I already had an erection again.) I need a little time to myself, will you leave me? -If so... You do your thing and I'll go take a shower. Fine. Laura went into the bathroom, and I stayed there like that. I wonder if she knew that every second of that masturbation was thinking about her and I couldn’t stop imagining the water falling on her breasts and her wet body. I suppose she did. Suddenly the door opens and she comes out running, covering herself only with her hands. -Oh! I forgot my towel! And as I enter the room, she comes out again, this time covering herself in a hurry with the towel. But that image was enough to revolutionize my head again, if before I was hot, now I couldn’t take it anymore. I started feeling the cum rising and then the explosions, one, two, three, and I ended up light on the sofa. If only I had to wait for her to come out so I could wash myself, that way... What was going to make sure I saw it. I stayed with the cock half-stopped and my head back in the armchair, in a state between relaxation and expectation. When she came out, I knew she looked at me, I could feel it. But she didn't say anything, just that she already had the bathroom for me. Then I went and washed myself. Anyway, I'm sure she did it on purpose. A few days later, I realized that every time I went to take a bath, my sister forgot the towel while I was in the living room (obligatory passage from the bathroom to her room) but no longer covered herself with such care, just passed quickly and that was all. It's like she didn't care if I saw her or even wanted me to. I couldn't be sure if it was one thing or the other, the only certain thing is that it gave me a chance to relax completely again. Anyway, I was going to keep being smart, I needed to go slow. One afternoon, I decided to put on a porn movie where a very powerful guy gives it to some girl so hard she seems like he's about to break her. So I connected the pendrive with the selected material and in a few minutes there was a black muscular guy pumping into a blond girl with a slut face who couldn't take it anymore. Don't you get annoyed? -No, everything is fine. Watch calmly. And I add: -Besides, it's been so long since I've seen one that I already feel nostalgic (laughing) I made like it was also funny and forced a small laugh. While the black guy was sticking his cock in and out of the blonde girl's body, I could tell Laura was looking too. -The guy is well-endowed... He's an animal. -And she's very pretty. Yes. -Her cock is tremendous... It looks like someone needs it... -If you're a fool, I won't do it anymore, since this started I haven't gotten hard. (I can't explain what gets me excited to hear her talk like that) I'd die to switch places with her, have a strong black guy break me... Do you like blacks? -Not particularly, but with the heat I'm in right now I don't mind anything. Plus look at her cock, God... I was clearly excited, never had seen her like that) You must have dated some gifted guys in your job... -Yes, I wish I had one now here. I swear I would pay him. Many times you get to attend a big cock? -Yes, always comes with someone. So, she had the typical face of desire that they have just before getting it on, her eyes half-closed, relaxed gaze, her body held on the sofa, staring at the screen. I kept asking questions: And do you like them more, obvious. (She replied without taking her eyes off the TV, directing her attention only in the background) -No, it hurts. Is that serious? -Yes, but now I don't care. Let them come, I'm dying to have a cock inside and get caught all. (Laura had no idea what she was doing by saying those words. Then I look slowly towards where she was and notice that with little subtlety, she was rubbing her underwear. My younger sister, the confessed slut, was touching herself just inches from me! This time I wasn't going to apologize... I let myself fall onto the sofa backrest, and started stroking my cock through the fabric of my pants. I love it when they get off on a cutie like that, so tiny she seems about to split. -I do too... Followed by... -What I'd give to sit five minutes above a cock that doesn't do anything, just stays quiet and lets me sit on top of him and move around. Ay.... Slutty, you'll get it in with a black guy like that and he'll kill you. He'll break you all. -Let him break me, I'm letting myself go today. (I exploded inside hearing that) Gently, gentle moans began to be heard. It was Laura. I realized we had just crossed a line. How much would you pay to get caught now? -Whatever it takes. What is whatever it takes? -What I ask for. And if they ask for your ass? -I'll give it (she replied between her moans) A black guy like that will hurt you all. -Let him make me shit, let him split me in two, that's what I want... Is he really going to give it to a type like that? -Yes... Let him catch me all. But he can seriously hurt you. -Let him The whole goal, and I hit my eggs hard while I'm limping... (almost whispering, while rubbing her lips, which are now clearly noticeable, with the thong inserted very deeply) Would you suck it up? -Of course, I'll eat it all... Then stop asking questions for a moment, I turned my head towards the front, closed my eyes and pulled out. I knew she wouldn't say anything to me at this point, what could she tell me? It was hard as nails, I couldn't take it anymore, so I started to jerk off almost next to her. While on the screen, the black guy kept giving it to the blonde, changing poses every now and then. I knew she was looking at me, it was impossible for her not to do so. She was too excited. She wanted this. And she didn't say a word. What if you didn't have to pay her? -Ah, I'd love it... Even if he's not black? -Even if he's not black... What if the guy you like is? -I'll eat it all up, I love it. I couldn't take it anymore, so I started jerking off frenetically. -Let me go, do whatever you want. If I'm well screwed, everything is fine. -Finish this quarantine, I can't take it... For a second we looked at each other, while both of us were touching ourselves, at opposite ends of the sofa, with the blonde's moans as she was being penetrated by the black guy in the movie. I turned my gaze back to the TV. But she spoke to me: -Just like you have it, it would be perfect... Do you think so? -Yes, it's perfect, neither too big nor too small. Those are the best. If I weren't your brother, if anyone else were here in my place, would you suck it up? -If you weren't my brother, you already had me on top of you, sitting on that beautiful hole that you have, going up and down until you fill me all up. Ah, and you'd be sucking those round eggs of yours well... Do you really mean it? -Yes, I'm dying for a cock like this buried deep inside. I turned towards her direction, lifting my left leg over the sofa and resting it on the backrest, leaving my cock fully exposed to her eyes, then letting go so she can see it all. Would you be satisfied with one like this? -Satisfied? You'd give me... salary of a year... Look how that vein marks you, for God's sake... And what would you do? -What would I do? First, I'd suck it all out of you to make you crazy. But I'm already crazy, don't you see? (bites his lip) Would you suck me like a VIP client? -Better. I'd do it like I do with my VIP clients. How do you suck a VIP? (answers with a provocative look) I get up and take two steps until I'm pressed against her, standing upright, with the friend's whole hard-on, head well-exposed, just centimeters from her delicate mouth. Like this or in another way? -Like this... I saw it in her eyes, in the state she was in, she wouldn't be able to rescue herself like last time, she had me in her power. Of course you'd suck me if the guy had you like I have her? -Yes... Very sure. And would you let yourself get caught? -I wouldn't let myself get caught. Would you let yourself get caught? -Yes, I'd let myself get caught all over. Like this with clothes on? -As long as he asks me to. -You've got really big balls Ale... See? -Yes... Ah, then you wouldn't let yourself get caught if the guy has big balls. -If I let myself get caught, let him catch me all over. And what if he asks for your ass? -What's the problem? I'll give it to him. Words were no longer necessary. She knew I was also committed. I take my balls in her delicate hand, lift them up and began to suck me off with her other hand. I couldn't keep teasing her anymore. I gave myself over completely and let her guide me. Closed my eyes and caressed her soft head. And when I thought it couldn't feel any better, I felt the humidity of her compressed lips on the tip of my cock. I couldn't help but let out a groan. Ahhhjjjjjjjj. Because you're violating me. -Do what you want to me, she replied in a whisper, to go back to putting my cock head in her mouth and this time, swallow it all the way down. She started sucking my cock with a fierceness but at the same time a softness that formed a combination I had never known before. No doubt, my sister was a professional, a slut, but a professional after all. Oh, you crazy woman! I couldn't hold back anything, she started to... Bursting, and soon my sister had her mouth overflowing with thick cum of mine. Like a good slut that she was, she opened her mouth and showed me before swallowing it. To let me know that I liked it with a smile. -Do you like me? I replied with a gesture, unable to speak. -Now we're going to the room and I'll take you. She took my hand and led me to her room, me completely naked and with my cock half-hard. Still big, but already half-soft. She still had on her underwear. Turned off the light but ordered me to leave it on. -No, leave it like that. Good. She took off her clothes, and I saw again how those pair of tits bounced when the bra was removed. They seemed bigger than before. It was dark, but I could still appreciate that hair in her pubis, so finally taken care of. There hadn't been a return to that room since she had moved in, there were very delicate aromas, very feminine, perfumes, the smell of creams and some makeup. That mix of unmistakable scents from where a girl sleeps. I could also appreciate that there were many changes, small details that she had modified. It was like entering a different place. I got short, it was like entering another dimension! I had a professional slut living with me! More than that, I had entered the private room of a slut, and it turned out that that slut, was my own sister! -Come here. (She said calmly) I approached her, and in the darkness, we kissed on the mouth. Now I understood, the darkness helped to make what wasn't so sinful, at least for a moment, at least until we allowed ourselves to do what was forbidden. We could pretend to be others, pretend that we didn't know each other, or that I was just another client, or she, just another slut for whom I was paying, or whatever. Anything, less than what in truth we were: brother and sister. While kissing her, I went back to touch that breast that had driven me crazy all the past days. It really seemed bigger than before. Her nipples were very hard. Her mouth was... I could only think of one word: magic. Her mouth was magic. The multitude of sensations I was experiencing, never had I known them before, I don't know if it was because she was, or because she was my sister, or because her body was special, or what. But it was at another level. While holding her with one hand around her marked woman's waist, with the other I released her exquisite tit and directed my hand further down until her pelvis. It was there that I found heaven. The hair of her pubis was not like mine, delicate like everything about her, softer, different. I kept going down, then I could feel her lips, they were literally soaked. Her lips were very thick, I felt pleasure just by touching them. I started rubbing them, then her mouth left mine and her chin rested on my shoulder. She began to moan more intensely and pronounce a yes between moans. I kept masturbating her, and the moans grew louder and more frequent. Then she had her first orgasm, followed by the second and third. I kept going until I got two more out of her. I still hadn't penetrated her, I withdrew my hand, and separating myself enough so she could see me, I licked my fingers which still retained some of her own flow. That really turned me on. We kissed again, this time more passionately. She grabbed my cock and started slowly sucking me, then suddenly said in a whisper but firm voice: -Put it in. Ok- She turned around and got onto the bed, got into the doggy position and insisted. -Put it in. I got up on my knees on the bed, took her by the waist, suddenly she seemed so small of body... and that's it, I did what she asked. I put it all in her. She was so wet that there was no resistance, her pussy let me pass with total ease. Yet I could still feel every millimeter of her being. We both moaned. behind, almost until I pulled her out, and pushed her forward again with more force. I started putting it in and taking it out, my sister was moaning nonstop. The sound of my pelvis and balls hitting her body was very loud. Luckily, there was no one who could hear us, and we could let go of our pleasure without holding back at all. Laura's tits were shaking just like any other pair of tits, but different from all the others because they were hers. I had her by the waist and was giving her a good whipping without measuring the force. I could hear my sister's moans getting more intense, took her hair and pulled it back without too much force, enough to see her face, observe the expression of satisfaction and desire at the same time. I pulled a bit harder and drew out a faint moan, understood that I had permission, so I pulled with sufficient force to make her hurt, she moaned louder but didn't complain. Now I had her by the hair with one hand and the waist with the other. My cock was experiencing all kinds of sensations it didn't know until then and my mind, my mind was somewhere else... Lau, I can't take it anymore... (I was about to cum again) -Give it to Ale, give it to the sister. My sister finished pronouncing those words and powerful jets of semen burst out of my member, but this time inside her warm body. I moaned with such force that were more screams than moans. It didn't matter, no one could hear me. Only she. Laura also finished, I realized that the intensity of my movements and moans was exciting her even more. When I emptied everything inside my sister, I let my torso fall onto hers and hugged her with my head on her back. -I'm coming, I'm going to wash up. Good. I fell onto a side, she got up and left the room. I stayed resting, lost in absolute pleasure. I grabbed a bit of sleep, the experience had been so intense. I was starting to fall asleep, but something suddenly woke me up. I had the cock totally engulfed, my sister was in the bathroom, but good, now what gave more? I got up and went to wash myself too. She was standing in front of the mirror. -What are you doing? I'm going to wash myself. I placed myself behind her, looked at her through the mirror, and said: You're so beautiful. She smiled. Yes, after finishing inside me, she smiled. -Thanks. I took her like it wasn't her, like it was one of my ex-girlfriends, and kissed her mouth without asking permission. She responded to the kiss. Then we hugged, she let her head fall on my shoulder. A minute later, I separated us so she could look at herself in the mirror again. -We're crazy... Yes. But I love it. She laughed. I love your tits. I grabbed them like they were mine, again without asking permission, and started to squeeze, move, play with them, they were precious. She started laughing again. -You're tickling me! You're very beautiful... -Oh, thanks... (she said accompanying her words with a tone and gesture that demonstrated tenderness towards me) I kissed her again, she reaffirmed her consent by allowing it and wrapping my back in her arms. I already had her hard again. She whispers in my ear: -Make love to me like you just fucked me... It's because you're beautiful, I love you. -I love you too, you've grown up well... I love how you have them, they're very pretty. What do you like? -Everything. They're beautiful. I like how the vein marks on you. I like the taste, your flavor. I like the color. I like your eggs, how they grew... Make love to me like when you were banging into me. We melted into another kiss, while she was caressing my member to then close her hand and start masturbating me. She got down on her knees and started sucking me off. If it had been your client, would you have enjoyed it? -Yes, I'm sure any of the girls would have enjoyed it. But not me, I say anyone, I say you. Would you have enjoyed me? -Yes. You would have driven me crazy. We continued talking a bit more, and a few minutes later we went back to bed, to to take and talk until we exhausted the last drop of energy left in us. Several hours later, having finished accepting the new reality we started living, we dedicated ourselves to some final words before falling asleep in each other's arms. -Hey, aren't we going a bit crazy? The crazy is already far behind Laura. At this moment she's still sleeping. Of course it doesn't call itself Laura, nor do I Alejandro.
Next thing I knew, they were all the same. Did we ever cross paths? -No, I'm the one who's dying here. Have you ever crossed paths with an acquaintance? -Yes, it happened to me. That's why I had to change departments a couple of times. It's a mess. Well, now you know why I needed your help. With this virus and quarantine, I have no way of making a living, I have some savings, but we don't know how much longer this will last, and at some point the money will run out. Of course... By then it was already late, I wasn't finished getting out of my shock and couldn't believe she was still talking to me about this with the utmost normality in the world. Then suddenly she stopped and said: -Well... it's too late, and if I keep drinking I'll end up badly. Better we stop here for now? But before I could respond... -And does something with this (gives two slaps on my cock, above the boxer briefs, smiling) that makes me look like I'm loaded and if not, I won't be able to sleep. See you tomorrow. I was dying, at 28 years old I had never felt such excitement before. I thought I wouldn't make it to the bathroom. Between, get in there, give me two shakes, fill the tub with cum. Finish so strong that I leave exhalating intensely for several seconds. I went to bed but couldn't stop imagining my sister, the same one who had grown up with me, whom I knew since childhood, but now older, kneeling down, sucking cocks, being fucked in a thousand and one ways by her clients. Would they make her do anal? Would she let them? Or would she be one of those who don't give it up? I imagined all the things I had done to dozens of whores in my life, being done to Laura by heaps of guys, old men, humiliating her, submitting her, putting her in all sorts of submissive positions and making denigrating requests, and she would comply for the money... I imagined her with her mouth full of cum, just like I had left so many, for a few more pesos. Plus now I had seen her tits, in photos, but I had seen them, I didn't need to imagine them, I knew what they looked like. That night... I slept, I must have jerked off like ten times until I was completely empty. The next morning, well... I actually woke up at 5 pm. When I got up, she was in the living room doing exercises. -Did the gentleman wake up? (with a huge smile on her mouth) I made a gesture of don't talk to me, I'm destroyed. -Could you sleep? I responded with a guttural sound. I went into the bathroom and while peeing, felt like they stopped the music and it stopped. I came out and headed to the living room. She was standing there, waiting for me. -We drank a lot last night. More or less, not that much (I said in a tired voice) -I wanted to talk to you. Last night I let something slip, it was something that had been weighing heavily on me and I never told anyone about it. I'm sorry, maybe it wasn't the right moment. Just at this point when we have to keep seeing each other every day. I want to apologize, being drunk is not an excuse, I wanted to do it. It's been a long time since I needed to tell someone, but I didn't have anyone who could digest it. And it came out last night, I didn't plan it, but I didn't do anything to avoid it. (Continued...) Never felt like telling anyone, we talk with the girls, but they're also whores (I'm talking about my girlfriends, do you understand?) and that's not enough because we're all in the same boat, but I couldn't tell Maxi obviously, my friends and much less to anyone in the family. (I didn't know what to say, so I stayed silent, so she continued) -I don't know how to apologize, I let a bomb go off and now we have to keep seeing each other, who knows for how long. I'm willing to do whatever it takes for you to forgive me, but I think we need to talk so this situation isn't worse than it already is. I don't know, maybe we should clear the air, establish some rules, do what you say and I'll do it. But we're going to have to keep seeing each other's faces, so something has to be done so neither of us feels uncomfortable. Until finally I could speak: Don't worry, I'm not angry. If I'm surprised, extremely surprised, still... I fall. But beyond that, I don't feel anything else. Relax. I have no reason to be angry, it's your life and you do yours. What the hell is it to me? If you're going to get it up, then... (we both laugh) Besides, believe me: if there's someone who won't scare off a slut, that's me. -Do you mean it seriously? Yes, I repeat, I'm still in shock, and even in a thousand years I wouldn't have imagined you were a slut. But well, I'll go on digesting it, I suppose. And outside of that, I've known tons of cuties who work, with some of them I even established a bond. I know it's a job, different, but a job in the end. They all have brothers, kids, family. They're people, like any other. -Thanks Ale, you don't know what this means to me. Relax, I already told you... That is, now you'll have to listen to anecdotes from me (winking) Smile relieved, thanks again and responds -Okay, but another time? Yes, okay. -Thanks (I hug her) I notice the aroma resulting from the mixture between the perfume she uses and her skin. I start feeling like an erection is forming again, she doesn't let go of me and it's obvious she feels my erection, can't help it, still hugs me tight. Sorry... Continues hugging me without saying a word. -Thanks... (consciously ignoring my erect penis that presses against her stomach, she kisses my cheek and then breaks the hug to head to the bathroom. I'm left in an impossible situation to avoid, so I go to the room and do what I can...) Days pass, we try to return to normality. We don't touch on the subject, but the subject is there. It's even felt in silence. Anyway, our relationship remains as before, with a little shame from both of us, but good. My shame was joined by a new feeling: guilt. I feel GUILT, because I can no longer pretend to be distracted, every night I touch myself thinking about her. Imagining her with her clients, going through the infinite situations that must have happened and should HAVE PENIS. Recreating my own experiences with prostitutes but in Laura's flesh and her clients. Sometimes I get disgusted... But I can't stop thinking about it, and even less stop touching myself. Otherwise, the dynamics of cohabitation remain unchanged, we both walk around in our underwear, share at least one meal a day. We watch TV together, laugh, but that's it, we haven't gone back to drinking or talking about it. My imagination starts flying with the days, I think it was only a matter of time, now when I think about her, she's no longer with her clients, now she's with me, and I'm the client. The thrill consumes me and I can't get the idea out of my head: 'what if I say this to her... will she respond yes or tell me off? Will she get angry or not care?' Excitement started winning over guilt. One morning I couldn't take it anymore and decided something was going to happen, I didn't know what, but something was going to happen. I got up earlier than usual to be there before her. I made myself some coffee, sat on the sofa, turned on porn on TV, lowered my pants just enough, and called her over. I started touching myself, very slowly, almost without wanting to. Because I didn't want to cum, the plan was for her to see me, and that's what happened... She opened her door and clearly saw me, she couldn't help but do so. -Good! (she said, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing) She continued on to the bathroom, stayed a moment, came out, headed to the kitchen, and did something for breakfast. Then clearly uncomfortable, but without saying anything, sat at the end of the sofa and ate her breakfast while checking her phone. At all times I kept touching myself without hiding, with my legs open and my cock well exposed. I knew that even if she didn't look at me straight on, it was impossible for her not to see me. The frenzy consumed me, I reached a climax I didn't even know existed, continued until cum, right next to her. Each shot of cum was an orgasm that couldn't be compared to any other It would have never made sense, don't silence the strong moans that pleasure provoked in me. I remained lying on the sofa for a few seconds, completely relaxed, with my cock and belly full of cum, knowing she was watching me. When the pleasure finally went away, I got up and went to the bathroom to wash myself. On returning, I sat back down beside her. Perdon… -It's okay, it's your house. (said with a certainly uncomfortable voice) I had to do it, I couldn't help it... -I know. Forgive me, Lau. Since you arrived, I've been holding on, that is, of course, I touched myself in the bathroom or room, but it wasn't the same, I felt invaded, already before the other day I couldn't take it anymore and then we had that conversation... -Yes, I know. Forgive me, seriously... -Don't worry, actually I knew this was going to happen sooner or later, you can't help it. Sometimes I myself have a desire for someone to put me against the wall and take me hard, with all this locking up... In any case, as I said before, I'm used to it. I always see it. Yes, but I am... -I'm a slut Alejandro, I won't die because you're making yourself come next to me. If yes, you are my brother, but you are a man, you have needs and can't be so selfish as to ask me to hold back in your own house. When you want to make yourself come, you do it and that's it. If I don't feel like being near, I get up and leave. Period. Don't ask for forgiveness again. Okay. If she took it that well, I wouldn't be the one who would put an end to the situation. Far from it, I turned it into a routine, every morning I'd wake up before her and make sure I didn't cum until she sat down beside me or at least passed by me twice. Sometimes she'd go to breakfast in the room and wait for a bit before leaving, so that I could already be done. But as soon as she knew, as soon as she saw me going back and forth from the bathroom, it was enough for me to cum like I was possessed. Then I'd wash up and spend the rest of the day with relative normality. I continued observing her. When I was in my gym class, watching her breasts shake was an impossible spectacle to ignore. Slowly, we returned to normality, a normality that now included Laura being present in the mornings when I masturbated, a situation already accepted by both of us. However, a new image had taken over my mind: the image of Laura taking a shower after her exercise session. She was just meters away, I could hear the sound of the water from the shower falling, I knew she was there, naked, with those perfect breasts (and by the way, 100% natural) that I had seen once in photos. I died to touch them, I yearned to feel her skin. Her morning glances were no longer enough, I wanted to feel her and have her feel me. I wanted to know if she was hairy or depilated, my curiosity consumed me. The guilt was getting smaller, the excitement eclipsed it. So one afternoon I proposed a night out with beers again, and she accepted. That night I took advantage of asking her about her job and telling her about my own experiences. To my surprise, she agreed without problems, I realized that this also made her feel liberated, I had become the only person who knew her secret, the only one to whom she could tell what she did and get it out of her. The things she had done, what she had seen... I couldn't stop being amazed, not just because she was my younger sister, but because that line of work lends itself to the most morbid situations imaginable. Yet, nothing, absolutely nothing she told me, prevented my excitement from growing minute by minute. We talked about the fantasies they had asked for, her own, we started sharing the craziest things we had done, it surprised me more than before... The alcohol was still flowing and wiping out any inhibition we might have left, which at that point were few. In a moment I got bold and made a move: Boluda, let's do something. -And laughing- Nobody is going to... Never tell me what happened here during this quarantine. Right? -Of course... I need to see what your clients saw, you can't deny it. -If you want to see my tits, I have no problem. (I was dying to see her tits, but given the circumstances, I went for more) I want to see everything. -No, not everything. The breasts are fine, but that's far enough. Well, it's okay. (By no means would I miss that spectacle) In less than a second and with the greatest naturalness in the world, Laura took off her bra right in front of me and stood there. Her tits shook for a moment before stopping, leaving her beautiful shape like two drops of water, with dark nipples that made them look even more attractive. Oh God. (I left out of breath) -Is this what you were expecting? It's much more... Can I touch it? -Don't be an idiot, it's much... Dale, I'm me, who has it? -Leave it alone, that would be going crazy. Do you want to touch your sister? Because we're still siblings, the quarantine doesn't change that. Let them touch me, please, you can't leave me with the suspense. (I tried to act stupid, as if it were a matter of curiosity and not the heat that was consuming me) -Suspense about what? Suspense about knowing how they feel, if they're soft, if they weigh or are light, suspense about everything... -You're a masturbator. Are you light, baby, see? (She lifts her tits with her hands and lets them fall again) Oh, damn it, please let me touch you once. (I hesitated for a moment and then nodded) -Okay, fine, don't make me wait any longer. (With an impatient tone, as if I wanted to get rid of the situation) But don't come near me like that, or I'll kill you! (By this point my cock couldn't take it anymore and was hard as a rock, a state that no piece of cloth would hide) I extended my arm and then touched heaven, her skin was the embodiment of the perfume she used, her tit was surprisingly light, soft, something that no breast I had ever touched before had caused in me. She lifted it, just like she had done before, but this time with great slowness and Softly I squeezed it until the tip of my fingers sank into her. They weren't the largest I had seen, but at that moment they felt like giants. Without asking permission, I also took hold of her other breast and pressed it gently. I couldn't take it anymore, this was overwhelming me. Everything was one thing: her aroma, her body, her smile, her tits. I didn't know how, but when I realized it, she had hugged me and her precious pair of tits had gotten stuck against my bare chest. Meanwhile, I found myself smelling her neck in a state of pure frenzy. -What are you doing? When I reacted, Laura was pushing me away with her hands on my chest and taking a step back. She turned to the side, took a can of beer from the living room table, sat down, and took a sip. I was standing there, it seemed like at any moment my underwear was going to explode, revealing my erect cock. But she put the bra back on and said: -It's over, Alejandro, sit down. Already... -I did what you asked me to do, cut it off. Okay. Let's do something. -What? Let's take a bath together, like when we were kids, remember? -You're crazy? Don't you want to? -How am I going to want to bathe with you, you're my brother, you're a jerk. Give it up, Lau, it's going to be really wild. Total freedom. Remember that this stays between us forever. What is it? Look down and see my boxer briefs about to burst. -What a masturbator you are... Then? Do we take a bath? Suddenly Laura's attitude changed abruptly, as if she had rescued herself from one moment to the next and turned back time to the last day before the quarantine began, when none of this had happened. -For Alejandro, you're already going crazy, it's anyone's business, you're a jerk. We're brothers. She got up in a hurry and went off towards her room. It was as if she were reading my mind: -And don't follow me... I had been my first impulse, to follow her and insist until she gave in. I was sure she would give in and I would get what I wanted. If I let myself into her room, little by little I would be leading the situation to a point of no return. But I cut myself short by less than ten, it was clear that she knew men. That night there was nothing left for me but to screw myself in the piece, resorting to my imagination. Now it was less what I needed to imagine, now it was more like remembering, what I had seen, what I had touched, what I had felt. Now more than ever, I was far from giving up, very far away. I realized that it wouldn't be as easy or fast as I had believed, but it didn't matter. I had time on my side, we were locked together. What I did was let the atmosphere dissipate, forget the issue (apparently) for a while. I had to ensure her confidence and at the same time make it seem like nothing had happened, I couldn't change too much my attitude. So what I did was lower a gear, act as if it didn't matter. So with great effort, I stopped touching myself in front of her, kept walking in boxers, but that's where it ended. It was like going back a little to the first days of cohabitation. We started talking about typical and more normal conversation topics again. Soon we were acting as if nothing had ever happened. But inside me, I had the fixed idea... she would be mine. Then an idea occurred to me, I had to manage to involve her in some kind of game or exercise for couples that required physical contact, there I could direct the situation towards where I wanted. But I needed to be very careful, I had already told her not very clearly while semi-drunk, now the response could still be worse. I needed to take her along, make one thing follow another. One afternoon, when she finished her exercise routine, I said it would be good to do something too, so as not to lose the state. I asked her for a hand, she said yes and I asked what I had planned. I had a pair of boxing gloves that I had bought a thousand years ago and never used, I told her we could look at some YouTube tutorials and copy some movement sets, in order to make something physical, but it was really turned on. He told me he was fine, that it was a good idea because she would also change and not always do the same thing. He told me that at that moment he was very tired and didn't feel like it, but we could try again the next day. My plan was in motion. That night I dedicated myself to searching for some hot videos on the internet, like to hook her up. The next day, when the time came, I already had half of what we were going to do memorized, it was quite calm and easy to copy. I tried to keep a serious face as much as possible, and so we started practicing some punch and dodge combos. As usual when trying something new, one of us starts laughing, and the other gets infected. That's what happened, in this case it was her, and in five minutes we had stopped training and were playing fight. She couldn't reach me most of the time because of her height, so she started cheating and trying to kick me. Ah yes eh?! That's when I hugged her in the middle of both our laughter and threw her to the ground. -Let go! You're not going anywhere now, you little cheating tramp! -It doesn't count, you're stronger. Have you seen? Then why did you start... It wasn't worth kicking. -Hahaha, let go! I'm not letting you go, now you'll pay for it! -Hahaha, seriously, let go. I promise I won't do anything to you. Do you promise me that seriously? -Yes yes. I let her go, she took off her gloves, and then she launched herself at me, making me tickle. ¡For the daughter of a slut! -Hahaha... (she was dying laughing, it was going well for her, made me remember when we were kids) I hugged her and could control her arms, she wasn't stopping laughing. You're a liar, you cheated again. She responded with a gesture like saying it doesn't matter and a pillowy smile. Then I felt her aroma again, that one of hers that couldn't get out of my head. I let her go, we got up from the floor and sat down, recovering our breath. We always ended up the same way in the end, do you remember when we were kids? -Yes, I always got beaten to a pulp... I'm the older one. -“The older one” says... don't forget how you ended last time. How could I forget... That day almost left me impotent, daughter of a slut… -“The older one” stayed lying on the floor for half an hour, holding his balls, haha. That time you left me in a rage, we were playing. -You were playing, I wasn't. Yes, I realized that when you put them in my throat. -And well, you provoked me, besides we were already grown up. We weren’t grown up! -I remember because I was getting ready for my party. You always used to tease and hit me. Plus when it happened, you would slap me on the booty and that made me feel really uncomfortable, I wasn't a kid anymore. A friend told me “if he does it again, give him a punch in the middle of his balls, you'll see your brother won’t bother you again”. And she was right, you never bothered me again after that... You left me once, and now you owe me one... -I don't owe you anything, behave yourself or else I'll screw you again, look who knows me... (I grabbed myself over the boxer shorts and made a movement as if I was shaking them. It was surprising how I could do something like that with such naturalness without any sexual connotation, at least for her, because I already had an erection again.) I need a little time to myself, will you leave me? -If so... You do your thing and I'll go take a shower. Fine. Laura went into the bathroom, and I stayed there like that. I wonder if she knew that every second of that masturbation was thinking about her and I couldn’t stop imagining the water falling on her breasts and her wet body. I suppose she did. Suddenly the door opens and she comes out running, covering herself only with her hands. -Oh! I forgot my towel! And as I enter the room, she comes out again, this time covering herself in a hurry with the towel. But that image was enough to revolutionize my head again, if before I was hot, now I couldn’t take it anymore. I started feeling the cum rising and then the explosions, one, two, three, and I ended up light on the sofa. If only I had to wait for her to come out so I could wash myself, that way... What was going to make sure I saw it. I stayed with the cock half-stopped and my head back in the armchair, in a state between relaxation and expectation. When she came out, I knew she looked at me, I could feel it. But she didn't say anything, just that she already had the bathroom for me. Then I went and washed myself. Anyway, I'm sure she did it on purpose. A few days later, I realized that every time I went to take a bath, my sister forgot the towel while I was in the living room (obligatory passage from the bathroom to her room) but no longer covered herself with such care, just passed quickly and that was all. It's like she didn't care if I saw her or even wanted me to. I couldn't be sure if it was one thing or the other, the only certain thing is that it gave me a chance to relax completely again. Anyway, I was going to keep being smart, I needed to go slow. One afternoon, I decided to put on a porn movie where a very powerful guy gives it to some girl so hard she seems like he's about to break her. So I connected the pendrive with the selected material and in a few minutes there was a black muscular guy pumping into a blond girl with a slut face who couldn't take it anymore. Don't you get annoyed? -No, everything is fine. Watch calmly. And I add: -Besides, it's been so long since I've seen one that I already feel nostalgic (laughing) I made like it was also funny and forced a small laugh. While the black guy was sticking his cock in and out of the blonde girl's body, I could tell Laura was looking too. -The guy is well-endowed... He's an animal. -And she's very pretty. Yes. -Her cock is tremendous... It looks like someone needs it... -If you're a fool, I won't do it anymore, since this started I haven't gotten hard. (I can't explain what gets me excited to hear her talk like that) I'd die to switch places with her, have a strong black guy break me... Do you like blacks? -Not particularly, but with the heat I'm in right now I don't mind anything. Plus look at her cock, God... I was clearly excited, never had seen her like that) You must have dated some gifted guys in your job... -Yes, I wish I had one now here. I swear I would pay him. Many times you get to attend a big cock? -Yes, always comes with someone. So, she had the typical face of desire that they have just before getting it on, her eyes half-closed, relaxed gaze, her body held on the sofa, staring at the screen. I kept asking questions: And do you like them more, obvious. (She replied without taking her eyes off the TV, directing her attention only in the background) -No, it hurts. Is that serious? -Yes, but now I don't care. Let them come, I'm dying to have a cock inside and get caught all. (Laura had no idea what she was doing by saying those words. Then I look slowly towards where she was and notice that with little subtlety, she was rubbing her underwear. My younger sister, the confessed slut, was touching herself just inches from me! This time I wasn't going to apologize... I let myself fall onto the sofa backrest, and started stroking my cock through the fabric of my pants. I love it when they get off on a cutie like that, so tiny she seems about to split. -I do too... Followed by... -What I'd give to sit five minutes above a cock that doesn't do anything, just stays quiet and lets me sit on top of him and move around. Ay.... Slutty, you'll get it in with a black guy like that and he'll kill you. He'll break you all. -Let him break me, I'm letting myself go today. (I exploded inside hearing that) Gently, gentle moans began to be heard. It was Laura. I realized we had just crossed a line. How much would you pay to get caught now? -Whatever it takes. What is whatever it takes? -What I ask for. And if they ask for your ass? -I'll give it (she replied between her moans) A black guy like that will hurt you all. -Let him make me shit, let him split me in two, that's what I want... Is he really going to give it to a type like that? -Yes... Let him catch me all. But he can seriously hurt you. -Let him The whole goal, and I hit my eggs hard while I'm limping... (almost whispering, while rubbing her lips, which are now clearly noticeable, with the thong inserted very deeply) Would you suck it up? -Of course, I'll eat it all... Then stop asking questions for a moment, I turned my head towards the front, closed my eyes and pulled out. I knew she wouldn't say anything to me at this point, what could she tell me? It was hard as nails, I couldn't take it anymore, so I started to jerk off almost next to her. While on the screen, the black guy kept giving it to the blonde, changing poses every now and then. I knew she was looking at me, it was impossible for her not to do so. She was too excited. She wanted this. And she didn't say a word. What if you didn't have to pay her? -Ah, I'd love it... Even if he's not black? -Even if he's not black... What if the guy you like is? -I'll eat it all up, I love it. I couldn't take it anymore, so I started jerking off frenetically. -Let me go, do whatever you want. If I'm well screwed, everything is fine. -Finish this quarantine, I can't take it... For a second we looked at each other, while both of us were touching ourselves, at opposite ends of the sofa, with the blonde's moans as she was being penetrated by the black guy in the movie. I turned my gaze back to the TV. But she spoke to me: -Just like you have it, it would be perfect... Do you think so? -Yes, it's perfect, neither too big nor too small. Those are the best. If I weren't your brother, if anyone else were here in my place, would you suck it up? -If you weren't my brother, you already had me on top of you, sitting on that beautiful hole that you have, going up and down until you fill me all up. Ah, and you'd be sucking those round eggs of yours well... Do you really mean it? -Yes, I'm dying for a cock like this buried deep inside. I turned towards her direction, lifting my left leg over the sofa and resting it on the backrest, leaving my cock fully exposed to her eyes, then letting go so she can see it all. Would you be satisfied with one like this? -Satisfied? You'd give me... salary of a year... Look how that vein marks you, for God's sake... And what would you do? -What would I do? First, I'd suck it all out of you to make you crazy. But I'm already crazy, don't you see? (bites his lip) Would you suck me like a VIP client? -Better. I'd do it like I do with my VIP clients. How do you suck a VIP? (answers with a provocative look) I get up and take two steps until I'm pressed against her, standing upright, with the friend's whole hard-on, head well-exposed, just centimeters from her delicate mouth. Like this or in another way? -Like this... I saw it in her eyes, in the state she was in, she wouldn't be able to rescue herself like last time, she had me in her power. Of course you'd suck me if the guy had you like I have her? -Yes... Very sure. And would you let yourself get caught? -I wouldn't let myself get caught. Would you let yourself get caught? -Yes, I'd let myself get caught all over. Like this with clothes on? -As long as he asks me to. -You've got really big balls Ale... See? -Yes... Ah, then you wouldn't let yourself get caught if the guy has big balls. -If I let myself get caught, let him catch me all over. And what if he asks for your ass? -What's the problem? I'll give it to him. Words were no longer necessary. She knew I was also committed. I take my balls in her delicate hand, lift them up and began to suck me off with her other hand. I couldn't keep teasing her anymore. I gave myself over completely and let her guide me. Closed my eyes and caressed her soft head. And when I thought it couldn't feel any better, I felt the humidity of her compressed lips on the tip of my cock. I couldn't help but let out a groan. Ahhhjjjjjjjj. Because you're violating me. -Do what you want to me, she replied in a whisper, to go back to putting my cock head in her mouth and this time, swallow it all the way down. She started sucking my cock with a fierceness but at the same time a softness that formed a combination I had never known before. No doubt, my sister was a professional, a slut, but a professional after all. Oh, you crazy woman! I couldn't hold back anything, she started to... Bursting, and soon my sister had her mouth overflowing with thick cum of mine. Like a good slut that she was, she opened her mouth and showed me before swallowing it. To let me know that I liked it with a smile. -Do you like me? I replied with a gesture, unable to speak. -Now we're going to the room and I'll take you. She took my hand and led me to her room, me completely naked and with my cock half-hard. Still big, but already half-soft. She still had on her underwear. Turned off the light but ordered me to leave it on. -No, leave it like that. Good. She took off her clothes, and I saw again how those pair of tits bounced when the bra was removed. They seemed bigger than before. It was dark, but I could still appreciate that hair in her pubis, so finally taken care of. There hadn't been a return to that room since she had moved in, there were very delicate aromas, very feminine, perfumes, the smell of creams and some makeup. That mix of unmistakable scents from where a girl sleeps. I could also appreciate that there were many changes, small details that she had modified. It was like entering a different place. I got short, it was like entering another dimension! I had a professional slut living with me! More than that, I had entered the private room of a slut, and it turned out that that slut, was my own sister! -Come here. (She said calmly) I approached her, and in the darkness, we kissed on the mouth. Now I understood, the darkness helped to make what wasn't so sinful, at least for a moment, at least until we allowed ourselves to do what was forbidden. We could pretend to be others, pretend that we didn't know each other, or that I was just another client, or she, just another slut for whom I was paying, or whatever. Anything, less than what in truth we were: brother and sister. While kissing her, I went back to touch that breast that had driven me crazy all the past days. It really seemed bigger than before. Her nipples were very hard. Her mouth was... I could only think of one word: magic. Her mouth was magic. The multitude of sensations I was experiencing, never had I known them before, I don't know if it was because she was, or because she was my sister, or because her body was special, or what. But it was at another level. While holding her with one hand around her marked woman's waist, with the other I released her exquisite tit and directed my hand further down until her pelvis. It was there that I found heaven. The hair of her pubis was not like mine, delicate like everything about her, softer, different. I kept going down, then I could feel her lips, they were literally soaked. Her lips were very thick, I felt pleasure just by touching them. I started rubbing them, then her mouth left mine and her chin rested on my shoulder. She began to moan more intensely and pronounce a yes between moans. I kept masturbating her, and the moans grew louder and more frequent. Then she had her first orgasm, followed by the second and third. I kept going until I got two more out of her. I still hadn't penetrated her, I withdrew my hand, and separating myself enough so she could see me, I licked my fingers which still retained some of her own flow. That really turned me on. We kissed again, this time more passionately. She grabbed my cock and started slowly sucking me, then suddenly said in a whisper but firm voice: -Put it in. Ok- She turned around and got onto the bed, got into the doggy position and insisted. -Put it in. I got up on my knees on the bed, took her by the waist, suddenly she seemed so small of body... and that's it, I did what she asked. I put it all in her. She was so wet that there was no resistance, her pussy let me pass with total ease. Yet I could still feel every millimeter of her being. We both moaned. behind, almost until I pulled her out, and pushed her forward again with more force. I started putting it in and taking it out, my sister was moaning nonstop. The sound of my pelvis and balls hitting her body was very loud. Luckily, there was no one who could hear us, and we could let go of our pleasure without holding back at all. Laura's tits were shaking just like any other pair of tits, but different from all the others because they were hers. I had her by the waist and was giving her a good whipping without measuring the force. I could hear my sister's moans getting more intense, took her hair and pulled it back without too much force, enough to see her face, observe the expression of satisfaction and desire at the same time. I pulled a bit harder and drew out a faint moan, understood that I had permission, so I pulled with sufficient force to make her hurt, she moaned louder but didn't complain. Now I had her by the hair with one hand and the waist with the other. My cock was experiencing all kinds of sensations it didn't know until then and my mind, my mind was somewhere else... Lau, I can't take it anymore... (I was about to cum again) -Give it to Ale, give it to the sister. My sister finished pronouncing those words and powerful jets of semen burst out of my member, but this time inside her warm body. I moaned with such force that were more screams than moans. It didn't matter, no one could hear me. Only she. Laura also finished, I realized that the intensity of my movements and moans was exciting her even more. When I emptied everything inside my sister, I let my torso fall onto hers and hugged her with my head on her back. -I'm coming, I'm going to wash up. Good. I fell onto a side, she got up and left the room. I stayed resting, lost in absolute pleasure. I grabbed a bit of sleep, the experience had been so intense. I was starting to fall asleep, but something suddenly woke me up. I had the cock totally engulfed, my sister was in the bathroom, but good, now what gave more? I got up and went to wash myself too. She was standing in front of the mirror. -What are you doing? I'm going to wash myself. I placed myself behind her, looked at her through the mirror, and said: You're so beautiful. She smiled. Yes, after finishing inside me, she smiled. -Thanks. I took her like it wasn't her, like it was one of my ex-girlfriends, and kissed her mouth without asking permission. She responded to the kiss. Then we hugged, she let her head fall on my shoulder. A minute later, I separated us so she could look at herself in the mirror again. -We're crazy... Yes. But I love it. She laughed. I love your tits. I grabbed them like they were mine, again without asking permission, and started to squeeze, move, play with them, they were precious. She started laughing again. -You're tickling me! You're very beautiful... -Oh, thanks... (she said accompanying her words with a tone and gesture that demonstrated tenderness towards me) I kissed her again, she reaffirmed her consent by allowing it and wrapping my back in her arms. I already had her hard again. She whispers in my ear: -Make love to me like you just fucked me... It's because you're beautiful, I love you. -I love you too, you've grown up well... I love how you have them, they're very pretty. What do you like? -Everything. They're beautiful. I like how the vein marks on you. I like the taste, your flavor. I like the color. I like your eggs, how they grew... Make love to me like when you were banging into me. We melted into another kiss, while she was caressing my member to then close her hand and start masturbating me. She got down on her knees and started sucking me off. If it had been your client, would you have enjoyed it? -Yes, I'm sure any of the girls would have enjoyed it. But not me, I say anyone, I say you. Would you have enjoyed me? -Yes. You would have driven me crazy. We continued talking a bit more, and a few minutes later we went back to bed, to to take and talk until we exhausted the last drop of energy left in us. Several hours later, having finished accepting the new reality we started living, we dedicated ourselves to some final words before falling asleep in each other's arms. -Hey, aren't we going a bit crazy? The crazy is already far behind Laura. At this moment she's still sleeping. Of course it doesn't call itself Laura, nor do I Alejandro.
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