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Chapter 5
Stress
A strong slam of the door accompanied the firm footsteps that crossed the room to the bedroom. She threw her backpack with violence and rage, making it bounce off the bed and crash against the wall. She pulled out her cell phone from the back pocket of her jeans and noticed she had no message notifications. She grunted and left it with brusqueness on the desk.
She started quickly undoing her clothes as if desperate, and walked firmly to the bathroom, ready to take a cold shower.
She wasn't angry, but rather something else. And the worst part was that she didn't even know if she had reason or right to be so. But she was furious and couldn't hide it.
Her day, since it started, had gone badly. The night before she had woken up to finish a stupid job that was supposed to be delivered during the day and which had been eating her head for two weeks! Two weeks! When she finally understood what she had to do, she rushed to complete it and when she finished, it was already 3:00 am. She resigned herself, knowing she would only sleep for a couple of hours. Unfortunately, she was so exhausted that barely touching the comfort of her bed, she fell asleep without setting the alarm on her phone.
To make matters worse, Ana Lucía didn't even bother to wake her up.
She arrived late at university and didn't even have time to attend the first class of the day. To worsen the situation, the professor who was supposed to receive her work, which she had burned the midnight oil over until 3:00 am, wasn't there and didn't even have the decency to notify his absence.
When it was lunchtime, So's mood was as dry as a bloodthirsty gargoyle... but it was still going to get worse. She was about to order her lunch, but realized she had left her wallet. She growled, desperate.
She was furious, hungry, and without money. The stress of the stupid job had affected her mood and the sum of unfortunate factors had made her feel like managed to make it deteriorate even more. The first solution that crossed her mind was the most obvious one; calling Lu. She could pay for his lunch that day and, if she didn't have money, she could take him quickly to the apartment on the motorcycle so he could look for his wallet, since she didn't give him time to prepare something. But it was obvious that nothing would go as she wanted that day, not even something as routine as her sister responding. She called three times in a row and every time the answering machine picked up. She left more than ten messages and didn't receive a response on any of them. Ana Lucía wasn't training that day, neither did she have classes at noon, so there was nothing she knew that could keep her as busy as not responding to a damn message.He's ignoring me. Concluded.
If this was part of one of her games of Ama and Sumisa, she felt bad about it, but she wasn't in the mood for it and didn't care about any implicit rules or whatever existed in their relationship at that moment. It was Mount Vesuvius on the verge of eruption, ready to take everyone with her. After all, she hadn't signed any contract, nor had she accepted conditions or anything, so she didn't have to put up with that kind of behavior... especially not at a time when she really needed it.
When classes ended, So had to walk all the way back to the residential area. Although the distance between the university campus and the apartments was relatively short by car, it was really heavy when walking, especially on such hot days like this one, with the dry and warm summer breeze hitting mercilessly. Her feet moved quickly and her brow never stopped being furrowed at any moment. It seemed like she was pushing herself to the limit to walk as fast as possible, as if she were a marathon runner.
Luckily, or because fate is an ironic devil, she ran into a classmate who offered to drive her the last two blocks to get to her residence. The air-conditioned vehicle was an immediate placebo that caressed her sweaty and flushed face, but it didn't calm her bad mood.
As soon as she entered the apartment, she looked around in all directions and tuned her ear. She didn't hear anything, looked at the kitchen and living room, and there was no sign of her sister. The house was completely silent, which indicated that she was alone, something that, for some reason, made her angrier. She slammed the door with all her rage and headed to her room.
So spent over an hour under the cold shower's waterfall. When she got out, she felt her muscles had gone numb and was tired. She looked at the clock on her phone and it was past five in the afternoon Ana Lucia still didn't give any signs of life. She sighed loudly and tried to clear her mind, she would know when she would dignify appearing and bothering herself would be pointless but she couldn't help it.
At that moment she discovered that she was more annoyed, she was hurt; being ignored by her sister was the worst feeling she could feel, which made her evoke past moments. Those when Lu had decided to leave.
With a painful oppression in her chest, she decided it would be best to distract herself and her best option was, as not, Twitter.
At least she would pass the hours reading how other people were more miserable than her.
It was almost eight o'clock at night when she heard the familiar metallic sound of the lock opening. She knew immediately that it was her sister but she didn't move. She forced herself not to go receive her and furrowed her brow, anchoring her gaze on the cell phone screen, although she knew concentration had faded.
The steps of the older sister were heard perfectly in the silent hallway. So noticed the shadow of her sister when she passed in front of the open door of the room until she reached hers. Minutes later, she came out wrapped in a towel heading towards the bathroom where she locked herself away for more than half an hour.
During all that time Lu didn't say a word; she didn't greet her, she didn't explain her sudden disappearance, she did nothing. And that attitude began to ignite the flame of anger again.
— Is there nothing to eat? I'm starving
So turned with a slow and mechanical movement, looking at her withPoker faceHe maintained the stare-off for a few seconds, re-reading the enormous monologue full of complaints and insults he wanted to throw in her face... but didn't say anything, it was best. He turned his gaze back to his phone, not really seeing anything. — So? — There are eggs and flour, make yourself an arepa or something — finally responded with a brusque and venomous tone. He knew perfectly well that his sister couldn't cook very well, but he didn't care at the moment. — Eh... ok — said. Made the gesture of retreating, but didn't do it and turned back towards So again. — Is something happening? — Absolutely not. — Another sharp response. Ana Lucía looked at her seriously now. — Why are you talking to me like that? — At least I'm talking to you... — ironized. — What? — Nothing, okay. Go prepare dinner, you can't go to bed without eating. — No — said, entering the room and stopping in front of her. — What's going on? — Do you want to know what's going on? — Asked ironically and showed her his cell phone. — This is happening,Doña EstrellaI wrote you ten messages and called you more than once during the day and not a single message. Not one, not even to let me know you wouldn't see my face all day. — Are you mad because I didn't write? — I'm mad because I didn't know where in the world you were, if you were good or bad, if you were at university or some other godforsaken state — she almost shouted. — And don't think... I know you don't have to tell me anything — her voice tone became strange, softer. But quickly increased in decibels. — But did you know I fell asleep and didn't even consider waking me up? Did you know that's why I forgot my purse and spent the whole day without eating anything? I was calling to see if you could lend me something to eat. But no,Miss IndependenceNo has got to notify anyone about anything, right? Only she has the right to ask and demand. You're the Dom and I'm the Sub, aren't you?
She breathed deeply, realizing she hadn't done so during the torrent of words that had spilled out of her in anger. She was eager to hear the excuses Lu would give her, but seconds passed and she didn't hear anything. Lu simply stood there, looking at her without expression. She couldn't read her, didn't know what she was thinking or if she even was. All she saw were Lu's cold eyes piercing through her like ice picks.
Lu turned around and walked towards the kitchen. She hated cooking, detested it, which is why she had agreed to do it only on Sundays. But her sister was right about one thing; tomorrow she had an early morning training session and going to bed without eating properly would leave her with too little energy.
She took a reluctant apron and tied up her red hair in a high ponytail, ready to cook... or at least try. After all, it was just an arepa with fried eggs, her limited culinary skills should be enough.
The sounds of pans and plates ceased. Minutes later, the lights in the living room went out and, for the first time in a long time, they fell asleep without saying goodnight.
It was 1:31 am and So hadn't slept a wink.
Her head was a rollercoaster of emotions. Sometimes she felt like she had every right to say what she did, her annoyance was more than justified, but the look Lu gave her at the end destroyed all her schemes. Was it annoyance? Disappointment? Pain? A desire to hit her? What did her sister mean by that expression? So realized for the first time that she couldn't understand her.
She got up trying not to make too much noise and walked to the bathroom. She sat down on the toilet ready to pee, but a distant sound caught her attention. She fine-tuned her hearing and perceived it was coming from Lu's room. Lu wasn't asleep either. He cleaned and lowered the chain. He got out of the bathroom and headed to the kitchen, finding a small streak from a pan and some dirty utensils. He smiled, it was funny that his sister, who was 23 years old, still couldn't cook decently.But that's why I'm hereHe thought with pride. And with that feeling, he walked to his sister's room.
He knocked softly on the door before opening it, knowing she never locked it. Sure enough, Lu was watching videos on her phone. He made a face. She needed to sleep so she could perform well in tomorrow's training.
— Hello...
— Hello.
— Can't you sleep?
— Uh...
— I can't either — he said and walked to the foot of the bed. He sat on the floor and leaned his back against the mattress.
They were silent for several minutes that seemed like years. At the point where the discomfort was palpable in the air. So sighed loudly, without knowing her sister had also done so discreetly.
— There was a job I was supposed to deliver today, but the professor didn't show up. That work has me stressed... well, you know I wasn't in good humor last week — he joked, but when he saw his sister wasn't making any noise, he continued — In short, a series of circumstances destroyed my mood and your silence ruined everything. I'm sorry...
Lu had put her phone aside and looked at the ceiling for an instant before speaking: — I was having a meeting with the dean.
— Explained So, furrowing her brow in surprise. — We were talking about a possibility of getting a scholarship. The money is enough to pay the apartment rent, at least, that would help alleviate Dad's burden... — he tried to joke, but his voice sounded strange. — We discussed several issues so they could give it to me and couldn't answer. I'm sorry, I was a bit nervous and didn't pay attention to anything.
Both sisters felt sad about their behavior and how it had led to something that rarely happened between them; tension. At that moment, they realized something curious: what normal brothers don't fight with each other? Well, their relationship couldn't be defined as normal...
The silence enveloped them again, but for some reason, neither... I wanted the other one to move away from her. Only the cold wind that slipped in through the open window of the room and the small rays of light coming from the moon barely lit up the place. But after a few minutes of uncertainty, it was Lu who broke the silence.
— Are you still stressed?
I laughed ironically. — You have no idea.
— Well... — he coughed. — I knew a girl who, when she was stressed... would say that the best solution was to feel sensations that overwhelmed your senses. But it wasn't a normal sensation, it had to start at the most superficial part of your body and penetrate every fiber of your being until it reached your mind and swept everything away like a hurricane. The only thing that should be in your head was what you felt in that precise moment.
A small silence formed again. I had listened to each word, but I didn't dare say anything until I could fully absorb them. Suddenly, a torrent of desire began to flow from the inside of my chest, running through my veins, filling me completely. My chest felt tight and started rising and falling dramatically. The heat rose from my stomach to my face, reddening it.
Scared and anxious in equal parts, I swallowed saliva and asked: — What kind of sensations? What... what was she doing?
— You saw it. On my computer. Brunette, curls, short...
I didn't respond. I felt like my heart stopped and my blood turned to ice, only to start pumping like a locomotive and boiling the stream that flowed through my arteries. I had seen many things on my computer, some quite strong and even dangerous, or simply beyond my limit. At least for now... but there were others that, without a doubt, could be done. The description of the woman flashed in my mind, and then I knew.
I got up without saying a word, my chest burning and my heart racing out of control. Lu looked at me fixedly with a serious expression, But sure, although she was just as nervous inside with her sister. She watched as the younger one brought her hands to her hips and hooked the elastic of her underwear, pulling them down until the tiny cotton garment fell to the floor, leaving her bare from the waist down.
So she climbed onto the bed and Lu sat down, giving her space and observing more clearly. The head of the smaller one was a hurricane of emotions, just as the older one had commented. And they hadn't even done anything yet, but being aware that she was exposing not only her ass, but also her completely naked pussy, transmitted to her a modesty that could only be compared to the imperative need to convey that she understood what she had said and needed with urgency for her to make her feel those sensations that would rip the damn stress from her chest.
She crawled onto the mattress until she was positioned beside Lu and lay down smoothly. Her stomach rested on Lu's lap, and the golden eyes didn't miss the opportunity to admire the soft rear at their disposal. The sinister hand rose smoothly and came close to the smooth skin; the tip of the fingers caressed, barely with a perceptible touch that had meant a shock for both women. Immediately, lust and pleasure began to ignite in their sexes.
Lu didn't rush the moment, outlining each curve as if she were drawing it on her mind, engraving it in fire so she would never forget it. She passed her index and middle fingers over the back of the thighs, tracing along the skin, feeling how it burned at the touch. She scaled the voluptuousness of her sister, caressed the sexysVenusian holesuntil she reached her other butt. When she was on top of it, she used the entire palm of her hand to squeeze the soft and voluptuous muscles, enjoying the sensation. She couldn't deny it, her sister was ridiculously good-looking and not made of steel; she liked women, it wasn't a secret to anyone, least of all So. She even thought that this was some kind of test to make her lose her temper. But she remained firm.
She stopped fondling her and lifted her left hand, leaving it suspended over her head. The muscles in her arm tensed before letting it fall with violence. A sound similar to a splashing explosion erupted in the room's silence, combined with a loud muffled scream. So jumped up in the same spot at the surprise, and immediately felt a warm embracing sensation on her right butt cheek. Same warmth she felt Lu had in the palm of her hand.
A second explosion and another scream resonated in the room, this time crossing her left gluteus. It was burning, producing itching, scorching... but still she arched her back and lifted her ass higher, giving him better access, a third butt-cheek blow fell with almost cruel ferocity. This time the scream was muffled by the disheveled bedspread. So had pressed her face to the bed and anchored herself with both hands to the sheet, wrinkling it. Lu looked at her from above, hand raised, but before continuing her punishment, she bent down enough to whisper in her ear with a hoarse and loaded-with-desire voice:I want to hear youA quarter trashed the skin of the youngest Menotti, ripping out a scream that vibrated in her throat and echoed throughout the room. She clutched the sheets even tighter, feeling tears begin to slide down her cheeks. Her face burned and her crotch contracted with each slap - Had she lost her mind? It was quite probable... but that was her intention from the start. She understood the risks and assumed them gladly with total responsibility.
The whippings continued until they reached the tenth. Lu could feel her hand burning in fire, constantly scorching her, red and slightly swollen, but that was the price to pay to create a work of art like that. Her amber eyes relived the bruised and almost violet ass of So, who sobbed barely audibly, trembling on her lap.
So felt humiliated, having been whipped by her own will, but her mind was in ecstasy, blank, without stress, fear, or the resentment and anxiety that had accompanied her until an hour ago.
Without removing her sister from her lap, the older one leaned over to the mouse table and stretched as far as she could to reach a small round and wide bottle. She opened it and took a good portion of moisturizing cream. She stroked her sister's hair softly and let the cold and greasy substance fall on her buttocks, causing a surprise jolt.
So felt the ointment spreading over the bruised skin and a tremendous relief washed over her. The suffocating pain she perceived from her rear slowly transformed into a warm and pleasant sensation that overwhelmed her, numbing her senses until her body was no longer hers.
And thus an exhalation escaped.
A soft and humid sigh left So's lips when she clutched the sheets tightly, dragging them and wrinkling them. Her back arched in a spasm of pleasure as an asphyxiating climax seized her naked pussy. finalizing with a warm liquid bathing Lu's thighs and leaving her totally exhausted and delighted.
A few minutes of necessary recovery time allowed for breathing to recover. Lu held onto her by the waist and let her body relax on the softness of the bed and sheets, which meant immediate relief from the heat in her ass. Immediately she positioned herself at a 45-degree angle and closed her legs as much as possible, not wanting to show her sister a close-up of her swollen, dilated, and wet pussy, although she was sure her sister could infer it by her state.
Still, she didn't do anything, stayed in that position, feeling light and the fatigue wrapping around her like Morpheus himself was snuggling up with her. She stretched out her hand to touch her sister's left side, knowing that extremity had been used to whip her until she came. She kissed her softly before whispering a barely audible something.Can I sleep here?But she couldn't hear the response; she fell exhausted into sleep at that very instant.Author's Notes:
A new chapter that's building the relationship of these perverted ones XD Little by little it'll be unfolding more, don't get impatient. Remember you can follow me on my Twitter: @andy_relatos ♥ This week will be a double chapter!
Chapter 5
Stress
A strong slam of the door accompanied the firm footsteps that crossed the room to the bedroom. She threw her backpack with violence and rage, making it bounce off the bed and crash against the wall. She pulled out her cell phone from the back pocket of her jeans and noticed she had no message notifications. She grunted and left it with brusqueness on the desk.
She started quickly undoing her clothes as if desperate, and walked firmly to the bathroom, ready to take a cold shower.
She wasn't angry, but rather something else. And the worst part was that she didn't even know if she had reason or right to be so. But she was furious and couldn't hide it.
Her day, since it started, had gone badly. The night before she had woken up to finish a stupid job that was supposed to be delivered during the day and which had been eating her head for two weeks! Two weeks! When she finally understood what she had to do, she rushed to complete it and when she finished, it was already 3:00 am. She resigned herself, knowing she would only sleep for a couple of hours. Unfortunately, she was so exhausted that barely touching the comfort of her bed, she fell asleep without setting the alarm on her phone.
To make matters worse, Ana Lucía didn't even bother to wake her up.
She arrived late at university and didn't even have time to attend the first class of the day. To worsen the situation, the professor who was supposed to receive her work, which she had burned the midnight oil over until 3:00 am, wasn't there and didn't even have the decency to notify his absence.
When it was lunchtime, So's mood was as dry as a bloodthirsty gargoyle... but it was still going to get worse. She was about to order her lunch, but realized she had left her wallet. She growled, desperate.
She was furious, hungry, and without money. The stress of the stupid job had affected her mood and the sum of unfortunate factors had made her feel like managed to make it deteriorate even more. The first solution that crossed her mind was the most obvious one; calling Lu. She could pay for his lunch that day and, if she didn't have money, she could take him quickly to the apartment on the motorcycle so he could look for his wallet, since she didn't give him time to prepare something. But it was obvious that nothing would go as she wanted that day, not even something as routine as her sister responding. She called three times in a row and every time the answering machine picked up. She left more than ten messages and didn't receive a response on any of them. Ana Lucía wasn't training that day, neither did she have classes at noon, so there was nothing she knew that could keep her as busy as not responding to a damn message.He's ignoring me. Concluded.
If this was part of one of her games of Ama and Sumisa, she felt bad about it, but she wasn't in the mood for it and didn't care about any implicit rules or whatever existed in their relationship at that moment. It was Mount Vesuvius on the verge of eruption, ready to take everyone with her. After all, she hadn't signed any contract, nor had she accepted conditions or anything, so she didn't have to put up with that kind of behavior... especially not at a time when she really needed it.
When classes ended, So had to walk all the way back to the residential area. Although the distance between the university campus and the apartments was relatively short by car, it was really heavy when walking, especially on such hot days like this one, with the dry and warm summer breeze hitting mercilessly. Her feet moved quickly and her brow never stopped being furrowed at any moment. It seemed like she was pushing herself to the limit to walk as fast as possible, as if she were a marathon runner.
Luckily, or because fate is an ironic devil, she ran into a classmate who offered to drive her the last two blocks to get to her residence. The air-conditioned vehicle was an immediate placebo that caressed her sweaty and flushed face, but it didn't calm her bad mood.
As soon as she entered the apartment, she looked around in all directions and tuned her ear. She didn't hear anything, looked at the kitchen and living room, and there was no sign of her sister. The house was completely silent, which indicated that she was alone, something that, for some reason, made her angrier. She slammed the door with all her rage and headed to her room.
So spent over an hour under the cold shower's waterfall. When she got out, she felt her muscles had gone numb and was tired. She looked at the clock on her phone and it was past five in the afternoon Ana Lucia still didn't give any signs of life. She sighed loudly and tried to clear her mind, she would know when she would dignify appearing and bothering herself would be pointless but she couldn't help it.
At that moment she discovered that she was more annoyed, she was hurt; being ignored by her sister was the worst feeling she could feel, which made her evoke past moments. Those when Lu had decided to leave.
With a painful oppression in her chest, she decided it would be best to distract herself and her best option was, as not, Twitter.
At least she would pass the hours reading how other people were more miserable than her.
It was almost eight o'clock at night when she heard the familiar metallic sound of the lock opening. She knew immediately that it was her sister but she didn't move. She forced herself not to go receive her and furrowed her brow, anchoring her gaze on the cell phone screen, although she knew concentration had faded.
The steps of the older sister were heard perfectly in the silent hallway. So noticed the shadow of her sister when she passed in front of the open door of the room until she reached hers. Minutes later, she came out wrapped in a towel heading towards the bathroom where she locked herself away for more than half an hour.
During all that time Lu didn't say a word; she didn't greet her, she didn't explain her sudden disappearance, she did nothing. And that attitude began to ignite the flame of anger again.
— Is there nothing to eat? I'm starving
So turned with a slow and mechanical movement, looking at her withPoker faceHe maintained the stare-off for a few seconds, re-reading the enormous monologue full of complaints and insults he wanted to throw in her face... but didn't say anything, it was best. He turned his gaze back to his phone, not really seeing anything. — So? — There are eggs and flour, make yourself an arepa or something — finally responded with a brusque and venomous tone. He knew perfectly well that his sister couldn't cook very well, but he didn't care at the moment. — Eh... ok — said. Made the gesture of retreating, but didn't do it and turned back towards So again. — Is something happening? — Absolutely not. — Another sharp response. Ana Lucía looked at her seriously now. — Why are you talking to me like that? — At least I'm talking to you... — ironized. — What? — Nothing, okay. Go prepare dinner, you can't go to bed without eating. — No — said, entering the room and stopping in front of her. — What's going on? — Do you want to know what's going on? — Asked ironically and showed her his cell phone. — This is happening,Doña EstrellaI wrote you ten messages and called you more than once during the day and not a single message. Not one, not even to let me know you wouldn't see my face all day. — Are you mad because I didn't write? — I'm mad because I didn't know where in the world you were, if you were good or bad, if you were at university or some other godforsaken state — she almost shouted. — And don't think... I know you don't have to tell me anything — her voice tone became strange, softer. But quickly increased in decibels. — But did you know I fell asleep and didn't even consider waking me up? Did you know that's why I forgot my purse and spent the whole day without eating anything? I was calling to see if you could lend me something to eat. But no,Miss IndependenceNo has got to notify anyone about anything, right? Only she has the right to ask and demand. You're the Dom and I'm the Sub, aren't you?
She breathed deeply, realizing she hadn't done so during the torrent of words that had spilled out of her in anger. She was eager to hear the excuses Lu would give her, but seconds passed and she didn't hear anything. Lu simply stood there, looking at her without expression. She couldn't read her, didn't know what she was thinking or if she even was. All she saw were Lu's cold eyes piercing through her like ice picks.
Lu turned around and walked towards the kitchen. She hated cooking, detested it, which is why she had agreed to do it only on Sundays. But her sister was right about one thing; tomorrow she had an early morning training session and going to bed without eating properly would leave her with too little energy.
She took a reluctant apron and tied up her red hair in a high ponytail, ready to cook... or at least try. After all, it was just an arepa with fried eggs, her limited culinary skills should be enough.
The sounds of pans and plates ceased. Minutes later, the lights in the living room went out and, for the first time in a long time, they fell asleep without saying goodnight.
It was 1:31 am and So hadn't slept a wink.
Her head was a rollercoaster of emotions. Sometimes she felt like she had every right to say what she did, her annoyance was more than justified, but the look Lu gave her at the end destroyed all her schemes. Was it annoyance? Disappointment? Pain? A desire to hit her? What did her sister mean by that expression? So realized for the first time that she couldn't understand her.
She got up trying not to make too much noise and walked to the bathroom. She sat down on the toilet ready to pee, but a distant sound caught her attention. She fine-tuned her hearing and perceived it was coming from Lu's room. Lu wasn't asleep either. He cleaned and lowered the chain. He got out of the bathroom and headed to the kitchen, finding a small streak from a pan and some dirty utensils. He smiled, it was funny that his sister, who was 23 years old, still couldn't cook decently.But that's why I'm hereHe thought with pride. And with that feeling, he walked to his sister's room.
He knocked softly on the door before opening it, knowing she never locked it. Sure enough, Lu was watching videos on her phone. He made a face. She needed to sleep so she could perform well in tomorrow's training.
— Hello...
— Hello.
— Can't you sleep?
— Uh...
— I can't either — he said and walked to the foot of the bed. He sat on the floor and leaned his back against the mattress.
They were silent for several minutes that seemed like years. At the point where the discomfort was palpable in the air. So sighed loudly, without knowing her sister had also done so discreetly.
— There was a job I was supposed to deliver today, but the professor didn't show up. That work has me stressed... well, you know I wasn't in good humor last week — he joked, but when he saw his sister wasn't making any noise, he continued — In short, a series of circumstances destroyed my mood and your silence ruined everything. I'm sorry...
Lu had put her phone aside and looked at the ceiling for an instant before speaking: — I was having a meeting with the dean.
— Explained So, furrowing her brow in surprise. — We were talking about a possibility of getting a scholarship. The money is enough to pay the apartment rent, at least, that would help alleviate Dad's burden... — he tried to joke, but his voice sounded strange. — We discussed several issues so they could give it to me and couldn't answer. I'm sorry, I was a bit nervous and didn't pay attention to anything.
Both sisters felt sad about their behavior and how it had led to something that rarely happened between them; tension. At that moment, they realized something curious: what normal brothers don't fight with each other? Well, their relationship couldn't be defined as normal...
The silence enveloped them again, but for some reason, neither... I wanted the other one to move away from her. Only the cold wind that slipped in through the open window of the room and the small rays of light coming from the moon barely lit up the place. But after a few minutes of uncertainty, it was Lu who broke the silence.
— Are you still stressed?
I laughed ironically. — You have no idea.
— Well... — he coughed. — I knew a girl who, when she was stressed... would say that the best solution was to feel sensations that overwhelmed your senses. But it wasn't a normal sensation, it had to start at the most superficial part of your body and penetrate every fiber of your being until it reached your mind and swept everything away like a hurricane. The only thing that should be in your head was what you felt in that precise moment.
A small silence formed again. I had listened to each word, but I didn't dare say anything until I could fully absorb them. Suddenly, a torrent of desire began to flow from the inside of my chest, running through my veins, filling me completely. My chest felt tight and started rising and falling dramatically. The heat rose from my stomach to my face, reddening it.
Scared and anxious in equal parts, I swallowed saliva and asked: — What kind of sensations? What... what was she doing?
— You saw it. On my computer. Brunette, curls, short...
I didn't respond. I felt like my heart stopped and my blood turned to ice, only to start pumping like a locomotive and boiling the stream that flowed through my arteries. I had seen many things on my computer, some quite strong and even dangerous, or simply beyond my limit. At least for now... but there were others that, without a doubt, could be done. The description of the woman flashed in my mind, and then I knew.
I got up without saying a word, my chest burning and my heart racing out of control. Lu looked at me fixedly with a serious expression, But sure, although she was just as nervous inside with her sister. She watched as the younger one brought her hands to her hips and hooked the elastic of her underwear, pulling them down until the tiny cotton garment fell to the floor, leaving her bare from the waist down.
So she climbed onto the bed and Lu sat down, giving her space and observing more clearly. The head of the smaller one was a hurricane of emotions, just as the older one had commented. And they hadn't even done anything yet, but being aware that she was exposing not only her ass, but also her completely naked pussy, transmitted to her a modesty that could only be compared to the imperative need to convey that she understood what she had said and needed with urgency for her to make her feel those sensations that would rip the damn stress from her chest.
She crawled onto the mattress until she was positioned beside Lu and lay down smoothly. Her stomach rested on Lu's lap, and the golden eyes didn't miss the opportunity to admire the soft rear at their disposal. The sinister hand rose smoothly and came close to the smooth skin; the tip of the fingers caressed, barely with a perceptible touch that had meant a shock for both women. Immediately, lust and pleasure began to ignite in their sexes.
Lu didn't rush the moment, outlining each curve as if she were drawing it on her mind, engraving it in fire so she would never forget it. She passed her index and middle fingers over the back of the thighs, tracing along the skin, feeling how it burned at the touch. She scaled the voluptuousness of her sister, caressed the sexysVenusian holesuntil she reached her other butt. When she was on top of it, she used the entire palm of her hand to squeeze the soft and voluptuous muscles, enjoying the sensation. She couldn't deny it, her sister was ridiculously good-looking and not made of steel; she liked women, it wasn't a secret to anyone, least of all So. She even thought that this was some kind of test to make her lose her temper. But she remained firm.
She stopped fondling her and lifted her left hand, leaving it suspended over her head. The muscles in her arm tensed before letting it fall with violence. A sound similar to a splashing explosion erupted in the room's silence, combined with a loud muffled scream. So jumped up in the same spot at the surprise, and immediately felt a warm embracing sensation on her right butt cheek. Same warmth she felt Lu had in the palm of her hand.
A second explosion and another scream resonated in the room, this time crossing her left gluteus. It was burning, producing itching, scorching... but still she arched her back and lifted her ass higher, giving him better access, a third butt-cheek blow fell with almost cruel ferocity. This time the scream was muffled by the disheveled bedspread. So had pressed her face to the bed and anchored herself with both hands to the sheet, wrinkling it. Lu looked at her from above, hand raised, but before continuing her punishment, she bent down enough to whisper in her ear with a hoarse and loaded-with-desire voice:I want to hear youA quarter trashed the skin of the youngest Menotti, ripping out a scream that vibrated in her throat and echoed throughout the room. She clutched the sheets even tighter, feeling tears begin to slide down her cheeks. Her face burned and her crotch contracted with each slap - Had she lost her mind? It was quite probable... but that was her intention from the start. She understood the risks and assumed them gladly with total responsibility.
The whippings continued until they reached the tenth. Lu could feel her hand burning in fire, constantly scorching her, red and slightly swollen, but that was the price to pay to create a work of art like that. Her amber eyes relived the bruised and almost violet ass of So, who sobbed barely audibly, trembling on her lap.
So felt humiliated, having been whipped by her own will, but her mind was in ecstasy, blank, without stress, fear, or the resentment and anxiety that had accompanied her until an hour ago.
Without removing her sister from her lap, the older one leaned over to the mouse table and stretched as far as she could to reach a small round and wide bottle. She opened it and took a good portion of moisturizing cream. She stroked her sister's hair softly and let the cold and greasy substance fall on her buttocks, causing a surprise jolt.
So felt the ointment spreading over the bruised skin and a tremendous relief washed over her. The suffocating pain she perceived from her rear slowly transformed into a warm and pleasant sensation that overwhelmed her, numbing her senses until her body was no longer hers.
And thus an exhalation escaped.
A soft and humid sigh left So's lips when she clutched the sheets tightly, dragging them and wrinkling them. Her back arched in a spasm of pleasure as an asphyxiating climax seized her naked pussy. finalizing with a warm liquid bathing Lu's thighs and leaving her totally exhausted and delighted.
A few minutes of necessary recovery time allowed for breathing to recover. Lu held onto her by the waist and let her body relax on the softness of the bed and sheets, which meant immediate relief from the heat in her ass. Immediately she positioned herself at a 45-degree angle and closed her legs as much as possible, not wanting to show her sister a close-up of her swollen, dilated, and wet pussy, although she was sure her sister could infer it by her state.
Still, she didn't do anything, stayed in that position, feeling light and the fatigue wrapping around her like Morpheus himself was snuggling up with her. She stretched out her hand to touch her sister's left side, knowing that extremity had been used to whip her until she came. She kissed her softly before whispering a barely audible something.Can I sleep here?But she couldn't hear the response; she fell exhausted into sleep at that very instant.Author's Notes:
A new chapter that's building the relationship of these perverted ones XD Little by little it'll be unfolding more, don't get impatient. Remember you can follow me on my Twitter: @andy_relatos ♥ This week will be a double chapter!
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