My sister's breasts

FALSE HISTORY
It was one of the many summers past in my grandmother's house in northern Argentina, my native country. The reunion of cousins was the best part of those months spent under the scorching heat of Jujuy province. Eight cousins from different provinces, united under the roof of the enormous mansion near the center. At that age, I lived with the furious manifestations of my developing libido and an unsatisfied hunger for women. Paliated barely by Manuela's always-present tremors, the girlfriend who never abandoned any man. Now that I think about it, I must have broken some quantitative record at that time, because I brought a daily record of three orgasms during weeks. However, nothing was enough and as many nude magazines fell into my hands, or suggestive photos in some newspaper, or lingerie catalog, or the sight of a female statue naked in San Martín Park, or anything similar to a woman would motivate me greatly.
There were no real limits to my heat, and my cousins and sister were not an exception, but especially my sister. Sonia had attracted me since always, since her body started developing early, at 12 years old. I must clarify that she is three years younger than me, so at the time of this story, she was 18 beautiful years old.
There were plenty of reasons for my enthusiasm. Sonia had breasts to take your breath away, a front that from childhood always attracted the glances of even the most distracted passerby. Whistles, chases, and unsaintly invitations were a constant during her adolescence, because what lay ahead was not her only strong point. Her narrow waist and her giant, rocky ass finished shaping the erotic dream of almost any man on earth, and many women too, of course. Big, round, and well-set buttocks, most of the time barely covered by the small gym shorts I used to run in, which, when sweating, stuck much more tightly to her luscious body.

Pale skin, 1.70 m tall, dark brown hair long down to the waist, small and delicate hands, and a mouth with thick lips, formed the frame that made Sonia simply a patent and expressed reality of many nocturnal masculine sighs.

I was just a 15-year-old skinny guy who hadn't finished developing yet. My physical growth in height and thickness only started at 17 years old, so at that time I barely reached 1.60 m. Adding to this, Sonia would often use high heels and platforms, which meant she usually towered over me by almost a head. I've always liked women taller than me, maybe since then.

It's sad to say, but in Jujuy there aren't many attractive women during the summer, when many families emigrate in search of golden beaches and refreshing waters. That's why Sonia was one of the few opportunities to see and analyze a woman who was made for it, with everything she should have. And I mean one of the few, because my 14-year-old cousin was very thin, like me, which didn't make her a candidate for my voyeuristic experiments.

Yes, voyeur, because I started sneaking up on Sonia in secret to learn about her moments near the shower or room, to discover when she changed and try to catch her with her naked body.

At the risk of seeming exaggerated, it's one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen naked. At 15 years old, besides, the only one I could see live and in person.

A wasp waist, flat stomach, and breasts like few times I've seen even today. Enormous, firm, laughing at gravity, a pair of meat masses that They suggested sin and made me dream of leaving my head between them to never lift it up again. Small, rosy nipples, inviting degustation. When I turned around, I saw the rest. Oh God, that ass looked chiseled... hard, fleshy buttocks. The size of that youthful ass is something that can hardly be erased from memory. A miracle, something a 15-year-old mind could barely assimilate. Something that deserved to be grabbed, handled, bitten, enjoyed, but couldn't be there, washing impudently and shamelessly under the shower, without enjoying the sensual pleasures of a male body. And her legs like a runner... long, infinite, with rounded thighs and lightly bronzed by the intense sun, just like the rest of her body.

A few days later I saw Sonia returning from running. She always does it in the mornings, very early, to maintain her shape, but that day she fell asleep, so her trot had to wait until noon. I saw her, with that short cotton pants all sweaty and stuck to her body, on that wonderful ass, and her white shirt, completely transparent, showing off her massive chest. That was enough - and more - for me to feel my member growing out of control. I let go of the ball I was playing with and came up with a stupid excuse to separate from my cousins, who didn't pay much attention to me and kept playing among themselves.

Discreetly, I followed Sonia upstairs, waiting on the landing until I heard the water running in the shower. The oppressive heat made me leave the bathroom door barely ajar, which I took advantage of to open it fully and spy inside. Again, I admired that body designed for visual pleasure, surrendering to the most base imaginable fantasies: me leaning my cock upright against Sonia's ass; me capturing those pulsating globes of flesh from behind and massaging them as if my life depended on it, me... but the scream pulled me out of my delirium when I opened the eyes, there was Sonia, with her eyes open like plates, her teeth clenched and her two hands trying to cover her breasts, without succeeding, while she looked at me as if disgusted. I was trembling between the terror of having been discovered with my shorts down low, my penis well erected in my hand, and the excitement that produced seeing my sister's struggle to cover those beautiful and enormous soap-covered tits with her small hands.

After dessert, we went out onto the street to see how, from the elevated part of a bridge that is just a few meters away from my grandmother's house, a group of boys were throwing water-filled balloons at cars passing underneath, causing the drivers to honk in impotent rage. I approached Sonia, who was a little apart, to try to explain and make amends, but she cut me off mid-sentence:

That's why I was so surprised when, that night, I felt the door open. It was Sonia, dressed in a tiny, white, ethereal nightgown that seemed to be moving to the rhythm of the breeze that managed to get into the old mansion and barely covered half her golden thighs. I couldn't have imagined her sexier even in my most furious mental adventures. With a conciliatory gesture, she sat discreetly on the edge of the bed and started talking.

- I didn't want to be mean to you, Dany, but understand that you scared me and it really upset me to see you naked. No man has seen me like this before, do you understand? And it gave me so much shame that I wanted to cry.

- But... why shame? I don't understand that. And no man has seen you naked before? Like what? Oh, so... but I thought you already...-

- No, no, no, nothing with anyone yet. And shame because I have a horrible body, deformed, or you didn't notice... since you have atrophied taste. Or never saw a woman naked before and everything is fine for you.

I didn't know where I got the courage to say:

Sonia, forgive me, but I saw... Many, many magazines with women in balls, and none have a body as, as... so lovely as yours... - the words stuck in my throat.

You're driving me crazy, did you see the size of this ass? – she said, stopping and giving herself a loud slap on the backside that echoed in the room - It's not normal!

Of course it's fine, because it's true, and because your body is anyone's fantasy. That's why I was spying on you, that's why I was like that when you caught me.

Were you like that for me?

Of course, who else?

Enough, let's not talk about this anymore.

As you wish, but if I'm being honest, I'd love to spy on you in the shower again, but since I know you'll get upset, I won't do it.

But Daniel, you're my brother, this is wrong!

Who says? I know that I see you without clothes and I go crazy... look how I am now, and even though you're dressed. - With an air of bravado, I undressed to show her the bulge in my pajamas, unbuttoned the fly and showed her my erect member. I couldn't take it anymore, the conversation had twisted my brain and without thinking, I removed the foreskin, leaving the glans shiny for my sister's view.

Sonia looks at me, takes a deep breath and rushes to her room without saying a word. Almost. She only managed to say:

I was ecstatic. I hadn't even been able to touch her hand, but I knew that I had provoked a profound impression in her. This hand had been all mine, and unintentionally.

The next day passed normally, except for one small detail. In the middle of lunch, I had to go get a soda from my grandmother's enormous kitchen. When I closed the fridge door with the bottle in my hand, I saw Sonia entering the kitchen.

I'm looking for mayonnaise – she said.

I didn't respond, but since the space near the fridge is small, I ran against one of the tables so that Sonia could pass. When I saw her turn her back to pass, I couldn't resist the temptation and caught up with her. a little and pressed my ingle against her culo. I was already hard just from having seen her enter the kitchen (actually, at that time I lived with Bonner all day) so she could feel my desire rubbing against her butt. Seeing her walk slowly, I pressed with force against her body and, with my free arm holding a soda, held her by the waist, wrapping around her. Strangely, she didn't say anything or make any noise. She opened the fridge and started looking for mayonnaise. When she found it, I let go of her and we separated. I couldn't contain my happiness. It was complicated to get through the rest of lunch with the cock like a stake until we finished and I could go relax in the bathroom. That night, I had a completely wet dream. In it, I had Sonia's long legs wrapped around my waist, while I pumped away without stopping. I even felt our sweat mixing together, and Sonia's teeth biting down on my shoulder with fury during her orgasm, mutual orgasm, and the vital liquid pouring into her depths. The subsequent rest began with my head resting on the soft pillows of her breasts. But the breasts were merely real pillows. When I woke up, with natural anxiety in my throat to check if everything had been just a dream, I decided to do something about it. I could earn my sister's enmity for life, but I had to find out if what I had sensed in the kitchen the day before was true. I didn't want more talk, I wanted contact, more contact. During the following days, I took advantage of every opportunity to touch Sonia somehow. If we coincided leaving the mansion, I'd run towards her, make myself stumble and press my ingle against her culo. I tried to sit next to her always at the table and, holding something harmless (salt, sugar, etc.) help her clean... since she frequently wore short skirts or mini shorts, my hands quickly went toward her bare leg flesh. If I found her reading in bed, I'd pull pillows off, to simulate playing with her, to quickly switch to hand games and joke fight, trying to touch her tits, rub against her waist, lean on her fabulous ass, feel her legs... I discovered that her resistance was getting weaker by the minute. Any idiot would have realized my games weren't what they seemed, but she only managed to turn red and, in the most obvious cases, run her hand away. But she wouldn't stop smiling, and that gave me more and more value.

One afternoon when the family was out for a walk and Sonia was studying for her next university entrance exam, I pretended to be sick so I could stay alone with her. When I made sure everyone had left, I prepared a complete snack and brought it in a tray to Sonia's room, who, upon seeing me, got very happy about the thoughtful gesture.

She was enchanting, wearing a short jean panty and a lightweight cotton shirt with thin straps, well-cut so that the union of those breasts that didn't let me sleep was perfectly visible.

We ate together and, after leaving the tray on the floor, we started talking a bit about everything: family, the enormous mansion that seemed like a medieval castle more than a house, cousins... I started making her one joke after another, really my humor produced a great effect on Sonia. When I started telling dirty jokes, she laughed even harder and threw pillows at me while saying pig, filthy, things like that. But she wasn't serious.

I started throwing pillows back in response to hers. A few seconds later, I was pinning her hands down to stop playing and with one of my legs immobilizing her two legs. She, playfully, made a lot of effort to free herself, but from moving around, between escaping her hands and my subsequent conquest, she only managed to... One of the straps of her muscular white top would come undone and let me see most of her right breast. When I saw the pink nipple pointing directly at my face, just less than ten centimeters away, I couldn't help myself. Even holding Sonia's hands, I brought my mouth to the nipple and caught it with my lips, savoring for the first time in my life a woman's body, and oh God, what a woman.

Sonia started shaking more violently, no longer laughing, but instead screaming: Let me go, Daniel, let me go, don't be an animal, let me go!

I couldn't hear her, I didn't want to hear her, so I plugged my ears to her complaints and kept working on her nipple, while with my free right hand (only holding her thin wrists with my left), I began to feel that incredible ass.

Please, leave me alone, leave me – Sonia was crying – I don't want it, I don't like it.

I was going crazy, now I was lightly biting, delicately each part of Sonia's chest, I couldn't believe the size of that globe, which was already completely uncovered. But I wanted more, much more.

With my right hand holding her strap and tearing off her shirt completely, both breasts were exposed to the air. I couldn't believe the beauty of this spectacle. I looked at her face in that moment, and Sonia was looking at me, between startled and amazed, but no longer crying. She didn't have a face of anger, she seemed more like expectant, waiting for my next move. This one didn't make her wait, I plunged my tongue into those dreamed globes, put my face between them, licked the skin between the breasts, bit each piece of them, sucked her nipples with fury, until I started to hear weak moans. It was my victory, it was Sonia, experiencing sensations of pleasure. Without letting go of her hands, I began to kiss her belly button, ran my tongue over her small navel, licked her ribs, really adored all her torso.

Now that I remember, by then I had already stopped holding her legs with mine, so easily could have given me a kick in the face with those runner who had and knocked me out almost effortlessly. But she didn't do it. After recognizing her body, I looked up to look at her, and she had half-closed eyes and open lips. I couldn't help but get up a little and throw myself onto her pink lips, kiss her with passion, force, and she, who opened her surprised eyes, couldn't respond to my kiss. But my mouth didn't admit discussion, pressed, bit those full lips, put my tongue deep until I started finding her tongue too, and saw her eyes again closed. And I heard her moans, accentuated by the caresses of my two hands on her breasts. She was mine, I couldn't believe it, Sonia was mine, and I was completely crazy with pleasure, pride, adrenaline, furious excitement. I squeezed those breasts very tightly until I felt like I was milking them, but incredibly Sonia never complained.

I felt a huge pain in my pelvis: it was my member, totally hard, begging to be released. I took off my pants without stopping kissing her and, taking one of her hands, I placed it on my juicy member. Sonia kept her eyes closed, obviously she wanted to imagine that everything was against her will. She started moving rhythmically with her hand over my cock, so I had to stop kissing her to start moaning. I kissed her neck, licked her ears, in a sequence of acts that I can't remember because my libido was so great that I don't know how I didn't finish in those first moments. I stopped thinking, separated from her neck and directed myself towards her jean pants. When I wanted to unbutton it, I felt Sonia's two hands stopping me no, no, no... no, but she wasn't saying it to me. Her negative was so weak that I ignored it from the first moment, pushed her hands away and unbuttoned the buttons of her pants. I pulled them down with force, ripped off her delicate pink underwear and in a few seconds I was facing the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen... thick and pink... perfectly depilated. When I started kissing her thighs again, I felt her hands on my head this time, pushing me away, wanting to get rid of me.

I put two fingers in my mouth and directed them towards her vagina. I penetrated her with one finger first, caressing her lips with the other. Her resistance vanished like magic. I put two fingers, three fingers, going in and out, while biting her knees, the inner surface of her thighs, until I started licking her vaginal lips without taking my fingers out of her interior. The taste fascinated me, so I took out my fingers and began to insert my tongue more deeply into her cave. I found her clitoris (I didn't know what it was called back then) and, as I licked it, I heard Sonia's explosion.

Sonia had had her first orgasm, at least with a man, and I was feeling it by noticing the intense humidity of her cave, so I intuited that something good had happened. I redoubled my tongue-lashings on her clitoris, while putting three fingers back in her already dilated vagina. Sonia exploded in five consecutive orgasms immediately. I couldn't go any further. As I was like that, I lifted my torso, so her legs, resting on my shoulders, followed my movement. When I stood up over her body, I was totally exposed, with her heels on my shoulders and my cock hard, juicy, just a few centimeters from her pussy. I didn't look at her, didn't ask, didn't think. I penetrated her, pressing my head into the entrance of her vagina and applying force. The dilation was complete, my wide-headed passed tightly through the entrance, and I pressed much harder to try to finish burying it, but her hymen stopped me. Until that moment, I really hadn't believed she was a virgin, because I had known several boyfriends, but here was the proof, and I just wanted to break that proof. Sonia moaned louder each time, but when I reached halfway, I had to stop, because it was costing me a lot, and my sister was accusing pain. I withdrew a little. and I came again, tearing her virgin little tail apart forever. Another withdrawal, and a hard posterior attack. In a few jolts, I had my 18 centimeters inside, but by then I was already seeing it coming and accelerated the movements. I didn't know if she took pills or not, but it wasn't the time to consider it. I poured myself entirely into her interior, feeling her bites on my shoulder. It was my dream, like in my wet dreams, and I was simply living it.

I didn't back down an inch, almost immediately started pumping again, and she was moaning loudly, loudly. By that moment, she had her arms around my neck and was kissing me desperately. I had my hands on her ass and was penetrating her with authority, with force, now feeling much more secure not to cum quickly, with the hard penis like a rock...

I wanted to change positions and have her on top. We rolled over, and she, now like an Amazonian warrior above me, pushed her hair out of her face and I could see her face... she was smiling, had her eyes half-open like someone waking up from a long sleep, sweat dripping down her cheeks and forehead, her white teeth, and below, those two pieces of art, those enormous, hard, gigantic breasts, inviting to be touched. When the up-and-down started, I grabbed onto her tits like someone holding onto a life jacket in the middle of a stormy sea. The dance began and Sonia moved marvelously, circularly, up and down, but quickly, with incredible agility. I couldn't believe that this lioness had been a virgin like me just minutes before. I felt my cock reaching the bottom, all the way to the top, and almost completely disappearing inside her again.

A few minutes later, I came again, after several more of hers. When she felt my cum inside her, she poured herself over me, exhausted. You're a son of a slut, you've had it twice inside me. You should warn me, I don't take anything... -. No, not at all - she recognized - I liked it. I really enjoyed it -. She got up and went to the bathroom. I heard the sound of the shower. I remembered the times I had spied on her bathing and it seemed like a dream sequence to have ended two times inside her just moments before. The memory of the immediate past made me hard again, so I stopped and went to the bathroom door, which was open. There she was, wet, with her hair flattened by the water, and her body as smooth as new, with no signs of what had passed except for the intense red color of her nipples, which I had dedicated a lot to.

I felt an enormous excitement when she turned around and saw that ass of fantasies inviting me... I got into the shower with her and pressed my cock against her backside, making force while holding onto her huge breasts with one arm and her hands with the other. I bit her neck, she was laughing.

Oh God, Daniel, you never get tired, do you?
No, I never get tired, I'll never get tired of you.
The pressure on her ass increased, I was poking around like looking for a place to enter.
Okay, let me try, if it hurts, I'll take it out, eh? Nothing but the tip! (the oldest phrase in the world from the mouth of a near-virgin)
Well, well, you let me do it.
I pressed again, finding her back hole once more, and made force. I felt the miracle of the pressure giving way, but without losing tension. I felt my cock's tip trapped by rigid rings that gave me more pleasure than imagined. When I had all my head inside, I couldn't contain myself, and grabbing onto my sister's breasts, I started pushing like a madman, amidst Sonia's cries of pain. I pushed, pushed, holding her around the waist to make more force, she was scratching my arms from the pain she felt, but in a few minutes I had all my length fully inside her ass, inside that incredible ass, which pressed her soft cheeks against my groin. I didn't stop, started pumping quickly. Once the canal was open, everything seemed easier, and I started entering and leaving quickly, while with A hand was touching her nipples and holding onto her waist with the other because it seemed like she was about to fall. During the following years our passion did not cease to grow, enjoying forbidden sex in all possible forms. I will never want someone as much as my sister, and I never enjoyed sex as much with anyone else.