Nothing, we'll change the cover... so Mom thinks we've done something useful. After lunch, I managed to find some time alone with Anita in the afternoon. Fundamentally to talk, because even I thought it was risky to repeat another screw like before. But I hadn't expected her to tell me dirty things about Tara when we were fucking, and the truth is that it had awakened something inside me. Until now, I had assumed that my encounters with each sister would be something separate. But... well, Tara already knew there was something between Anita and me. In fact, it was envy that made her overcome her inhibitions and led me to escalate our sex. Probably thanks to that, I was going to fuck her on Saturday. And now, Anita, who had no shame, had admitted that it excited her to imagine me and Tara corrupting each other in a similar way. Could I exploit the rivalry between sisters for my benefit? So, do you like imagining me doing it with Tara? -I said, getting straight to the point. -Yes. Uff, yes. The truth is that I've masturbated thinking about that sometimes when I saw you spying on her –she said, blushing suddenly, and then lowered her voice–. Even before you came in my tits... Why? It's just... it's not that it bothers me, I'm just flipping out. With everything we've done, and I still get surprised at how promiscuous you are. My sister looked down at the ground, suddenly assailed by a certain shyness. It was incredible when it came to feeling each other up, she had no hang-ups, but now that we were talking about mere fantasies (at least for her), she became timid. -It's not the fact of you two having sex itself. Of course, it turns me on. I get turned on because you and I are so loose that incest doesn't bother us, and I get turned on by the fact that you're fucking our other sister... –she made a pause, searching for words or gathering courage–, but I think the key is to see her succumb to you. Me... makes me want you to punish Doña Perfecta, break her and dominate her like you do with me –she was so red that she had to fan herself with her hand to get some air–. I want you to leave her a mess, take revenge on how we've been treated all these years –Anita looked at me seriously–. I want Tara to suffer. - But... how is she supposed to suffer? Do you want her to... be violated? I don't know... - No, let her suffer from pleasure. Let you control the situation for once and not her. You decide when and how to screw her, and when she comes. You dominate her... She didn't finish the sentence. But suddenly, upon understanding my reasoning, I did it for her. - ...and in that way, you dominate her through me. Anita, as red as a tomato, nodded. I wasn't terribly empathetic, but I knew my sisters. My little sister had suffered humiliations and despises similar to mine from Tara, and she had that internal need to get back at her... like me. I started getting so turned on that I felt like I was going to pass out. How did this work? Was Anita really getting turned on thinking about Tara and me? I sensed something deeply Freudian in that fantasy that I couldn't even fully analyze. Of course, in our case, what difference did it make? We were already way beyond any label of depravity. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Anita was fantasizing about her two brothers together. Would Tara also fantasize with me and Anita? What did it all mean? For me, screwing each of my sisters separately seemed so wonderful that I hadn't even thought about the possibility that this could lead to... more. My body started shaking with emotion, and without being able to hold back, I started rubbing myself off. - Well, why are you talking about this now? Do you think there's any chance that Tara and I might end up like that? It seems you're enjoying getting yourself warmed up, and from there to something more... well, we don't have much left. Look at us, me and you... If we can get her to come down from her pedestal and let herself be carried away... or find out about the huge cock you have –she said, starting to rub herself over the panties–, you'll definitely succeed. And I want to be there to see it. My sister smiled with malice, delighting in that fantasy. Only she didn't know yet... though she wouldn't know it for a while. I decided it was time to come clean with Anita. I told her everything I'd done with Tara, how it had started that summer and what was really the origin of my obsessions with them two, which had resulted in such a happy outcome. She listened attentively, even getting turned on at times, but not surprised at all. She kept touching herself as I told her under her underwear. Although I was tempted to intervene and help her finish, I don't think I could have finished telling the whole story if I'd done that, so I kept a prudent distance thinking the reward would be greater this way. I'm sure she came twice: when I told her about the last incident at the well where I almost penetrated her, and then again when I told her how I had sucked her off in the kitchen shortly after we had sex, almost getting caught by our parents. - So... did you suck me off after I had screwed you... and you came in my mouth?! –she said, screaming with pleasure as she collapsed onto her bed, covering her face with a pillow to muffle her cries–. What a dirty pig! It seemed strange that those elements of the story were exactly what she'd focused on to reach her climax, but I let it go. With everything I'd done with them, I wasn't who could judge anyone. Anita sat up, her legs trembling after that orgasm. Her hair was disheveled and her face flushed. On the face, she looked at me with admiration. - You're a real stud, little brother. Are you really going to screw her this weekend? - Do you want to get wet? I replied, ironically. She got up and walked slowly towards me, seductively. She had taken off her panties before masturbating. - I don't know, but I'm definitely wet... look - she said, grabbing my hand and putting it on her little rabbit. Her vaginal juices had overflowed and were dripping down the inside of her legs. I tried to put in three or four fingers and found her very dilated, hot, and receptive to accept my cock... if that's what I wanted to do with her.
I want to be there when you screw her - announced my sister. It wasn't a request, but rather an order. Who was I to refuse? Together, we began to elaborate on the first phases of a plan to evolve those sexual incidents between us into something much more ambitious.
For the rest of the week, Anita and I didn't have many more opportunities to be together. Making it in front of our parents' noses was becoming risky, and besides, she had started her period shortly after our conversation about Tara. To make matters worse, classes began, and I barely tolerated that boredom, distracted and horny with fantasies about my sisters. I asked the phone number of my older sister's flat, leaving my parents to think I would visit her that weekend if I got picked up late from the city. When Carlota passed me the landline phone, I noticed Tara sounded nervous and didn't make any direct mention of what we had done or what we were going to do. I suppose she was shy since her roommate was in the same room. She told me to come over on Saturday at 11 am, as she would have returned from running by then. Her roommate had left earlier with her boyfriend and would be gone all weekend on a trip. She and I would have the entire day to ourselves, and perhaps part of the next one. My heart was pounding with force as I thought about what that meant. Images of my older sister and me entwined in various impossible sexual positions, both naked and sweaty, flashed through my head at lightning speed, and I couldn't help but get hard. - I have a lot of desire to see you... –she whispered suggestively. In my case, it was more than just 'desire' that I had, an animal impatience to devour her whole. But there was no way, I still had to wait. The rest of the days were hell, with my desires on the surface and no physical outlet except to jerk off. However, I discovered that I preferred to save my orgasms only for my sisters. What Anita and I planned for Saturday wasn't overly complicated; in fact, it was more like an improvisation than something really set in stone. Anyway, it seemed exciting to me. - Look what I have –my little sister said, holding up a empty urine bottle–. We'll do well this weekend. She had entered my room. She was wearing an orange top and short colorful pants. I took off the headphones and paused Tomb Raider on the computer. - Where did you get it? –I said, a bit surprised. - Mom took me to the doctor –she said, coming closer while swaying her hips and fantastic front, until she bent down to whisper in my ear–: When I'm done with my period, we won't need to put a condom on your gun anymore, cowboy. I furrowed my brow, too turned on suddenly to fully understand what she had just told me. - Why did you go to the doctor? - You're silly... I told Mom I wanted to start taking the pill. Her face was inches from mine, looking at me with those devilish green eyes and a smug smile. - Why? –I said, intuiting what she would say but wanting to hear it from her mouth. - Because when I... – You put it in without a condom, I like that more... –she whispered–. And I'm craving my older brother to fill me up with cum. Let's start this weekend... Gruaned with pleasure as a response. I couldn't resist grabbing her ass until we were mounted against each other for her to feel my package. Our parents weren't around on that floor, and we couldn't do more, but I needed to make it clear that I appreciated the gesture. - And what did Mom say? - She turned very red and told me to be careful... bla, bla, bla. She wasn't prepared to admit her little daughter was growing up. - I think Dad would have taken it worse –I said, putting my hand inside her shirt and bra. - You know that already… –she said, and came closer to give me a kiss. I hadn't expected it, but that act ended up evolving into a sensual makeout session, and I started feeling her up under the clothes, craving contact with that plump and fully developed flesh. - The truth is that... I already know we can't yet, but I'm still horny –she said blushing–. I can't stop thinking about this weekend... - Patience, Anita –I told her, squeezing her bare ass with both hands while she moaned softly–. Keep calm, and I think we can have a great time... Finally, Saturday arrived. Anita and I took the bus to the city early in the morning. We told our parents that we were meeting friends and would be out all day. Tara had told me to meet her at eleven, but we decided to go at nine. We knew she went for a run in the mornings now and it took her about an hour or an hour and a half to get back, so we decided to stake out outside her building to make sure she was out. Her apartment was on one of the busiest avenues, and it wasn't hard to keep watch from a bench across the street. We were both very nervous about what was going to happen in the next few hours, although I think I was the What more. After about ten or twenty minutes, we saw her coming out with her running outfit and her hair tied up in a ponytail. Since I had bought those fantastic short pants for running at the shopping mall, she was still using them to run, showing off her long and toned legs. A little after identifying her, I saw her walking away up the street, an imminent temptation. - What a beautiful woman... –I couldn't help but say out loud. Anita smiled mischievously and planted her hand on my package without any shame, even though we were in public, and started rubbing my erection with gentleness. - You're hooked on your older sister, huh? –she gave me a light squeeze that felt deliciously–. Let's see if I get jealous, Rami. - No, no –I hastened to gasp with excitement, but I knew it was a lie and my sister had hit the nail on the head–. She just looks really good and I don't believe this is going to happen... I was lost in my fantasies and Anita's caresses on my groin felt better and better. But then some snapping sounds of disapproval and an exclamation of disgust caught our attention. - Loose youth! –a woman around a thousand years old shouted, shaking her head incredulously and pointing at us with her finger–. These indecencies don't happen in the street, for the love of God! What would your mother say if she saw you? She'd take it much worse than that old lady thought; that's for sure. I couldn't help but groan with pleasure at that comment, remembering how badly we were behaving. Anita bit her lower lip and brought her hand to touch the necklace around her neck. She must have been thinking the same thing. However, that was our signal to move on. We didn't want to get caught for indecency; the city wasn't like the town, but if we gave it enough time, someone would recognize us anyway. I called the intercom, hoping that my sister's roommate would open up and So it was. Tara had warned me that I would be passing by there. What I didn't expect when she opened the door was for Anita to come with me, as was evident from her expression of surprise. However, when I introduced her as Tara's other sister, we were left to pass. It was the first time I saw Carlota in person. She was a redhead with some freckles and blue eyes, and had a piercing on one side of her nose. Her complexion was tall and slender, although less athletic than Tara and not as voluptuous as Anita. She had smaller breasts than my two sisters, but her wasp waist and ass were nothing to envy; the fact that her long hair reached down to her butt gave her a wild look, like she was a Greek nymph of love and nature. Besides, she had a beautiful smile, innocent enough to catch my attention and suggestive enough to ignite my lust with just an eyebrow raise. My sister didn't miss the good look I gave that girl, and took advantage when Carlota turned away for a few seconds to give me a nudge and point her out with her eyes while calling me Guarro with her lips. - What... do you do so early here? Tara told me you would probably come later... - But she didn't say anything about you... - We want to play a prank on her, my sister hurried to explain. And we wanted to make sure she wasn't preparing everything. Carlota seemed to think about that for a few seconds and finally shrugged. She smiled. - Ha ha, go ahead. Tara can be a bit uptight sometimes, it's good for her to bring her down a notch. What are you going to do? This was the potentially tricky part of the plan, so I made sure to intervene before my sister's impulsiveness could ruin everything. - You know she goes running frequently, don't you? And that normally you usually put it on before leaving the sun cream... - Yes, she's a maniac. Last year she even did it in winter... - Well, then we thought, eh... change what's in the sunscreen bottle for... something else. She made a soft approving gesture, but lacked the punchline of the joke. - And what are you going to put in? - Ah, she's going to rub on a good dollop of semen!! –my sister intervened excitedly, showing her the urine bottle from the other day... which contained a couple of fingers of white substance. Carlota put an expression of absolute surprise, indescribable. I covered my face with my hand. This wasn't what we had rehearsed! But it's true that now that we have my sister's roommate in front of us, none of the alternatives sounded particularly funny. Cum? Super Glue? What were we going to put in the sunscreen bottle that would really be fun, if not something scatological? - But good grief! Where did you get this from? –she asked with a smile from ear to ear. - Well... eh... I knew I'd have to take the bull by the horns and admit it was my own, because it was pretty obvious... but seeing her now, I intimidated a little. Admitting to a stranger that I had masturbated in a bottle for my older sister to then smear all over her body without knowing was too much for me. I felt embarrassed... but not Anita. - Whose is it? –she said winking at Carlota and smiling mischievously–. Our brother is a stud, everything here is his. I saw the girl's face light up almost to the color of her hair, but the truth is she didn't lose her smile at any moment. - Isn't it disgusting to do these things just to play a joke on your sister? - Not at all –Anita hastened to respond–. I think it's quite sexy that so much cum comes out. Besides, where else would we get it from? Are we going to ask some guy? Anyone? Carlota didn't seem very intimidated by that situation, more like discreetly entertained, although she couldn't help but feel a certain embarrassment due to how violent it all was. I suppose she thought my sister's behavior was inappropriate. - What do you think of a perversion? –I asked abruptly–. Is it okay if someone masturbates or if my sister rubs semen on her body? See if you'll be the prude... - None of those things seems bad to me –she said with great sweetness–. But if it's your semen that's being rubbed on her body, that does. You're brothers. - That's why. I'm sure she'll go crazy with rage –I said maliciously. I let it out seriously, although I wasn't very sure if that would be the case. Maybe before this summer, that would have been a fantastic and Machiavellian joke, but now... if everything goes well, Tara rubbing my semen on her body without knowing it will seem little to me. Maybe she'll even paint herself with fresh water from the fountain. - I never would have imagined that Tara had such cruel brothers! Glad I'm an only child... Cruel and out. I underestimated how bad we could be, and I underestimated how authentically perverse Tara was in reality beneath her good-girl facade. Anyway, Carlota seemed to be taking it well. This confirmed that many people would secretly enjoy seeing my sister humiliated after the airs of superiority she had. Her roommate wasn't an exception. In any case, the semen bottle had served its purpose, which was to get Anita into that house with a excuse. We could have chosen any other, but my sister couldn't resist how obscene it all was for everyone involved (especially someone completely foreign to our sexual games). Carlota even went so far as to point out Tara's sunscreen and we had to do that. operation of taking a little out and putting a little in... although it cost something, because it wasn't easy. It didn't go very far in, and I'm sure it would have been easier with a syringe or something like that, but it was enough for everyone to know what we had done and Tara not to find out.
Well, little ones... I'm leaving you here with your misdeeds. Your sister will be back in a bit –and before crossing the door, she asked as if thinking better of it–: What are you going to do exactly?
Eh... I suppose we'll take a walk around there, let her show us her faculty, and then go to the cinema or something like that –I said, although not very convinced. Anita looked at me like I was an idiot. Carlota looked at me with a scrunched-up face, as if she couldn't believe I had said such stupidity. Going to the faculty on a Saturday!
You're weird... well, see you later. After that, we were both so nervous about what had happened and what was going to happen, anticipating the moment, that we barely managed to hold back from getting our hands on each other. Anita and I were alone for the first time in quite a while, and although we did something, we knew we had to restrain ourselves. Tara could arrive at any moment, and in any case, I couldn't let myself come: my older sister would appear at the door expecting me to screw her wildly. I'd have to be well-loaded to give it to her. Although if there was some previous indication, the fact that they were my sisters with whom I was doing those things would be enough to make me come continuously, whether or not. Despite everything, I preferred to hold back. We found a perfect spot for Anita to hide: right in Tara's room, there was a door to the balcony and a great view of the courtyard that some very opaque curtains covered. If she stayed quiet and fairly still, it would be hard to detect her. One would have to look very closely at her feet from afar, but part of the furniture hid her from a distance, and from close up... well, the Idea was that we'd be too busy in bed for that. Tara had a fantastic marital bed and I was watering at the thought of it, caressing it like a sick fetishist. - It's coming! - whispered Anita, running to hide. - Are you sure? I thought she was pulling my leg, but Anita always had a finer ear than mine. A little later, I heard footsteps in the hallway and the door opened. Tara entered, with sweat glistening on her exposed skin in that sports outfit. She stopped for a second in the entrance hall and looked at me with surprise. - You're here pretty quickly, aren't you? - My compilation of clothes let me pass - I said, balancing on my feet - . I hardly slept tonight knowing she was coming... Tara slowly drew a malicious smile, looking at me with eager eyes. She came closer to me slowly, with a sinuous step and moving her hips. - Someone couldn't help but get excited and pay attention to their older sister, right?
I want to be there when you screw her - announced my sister. It wasn't a request, but rather an order. Who was I to refuse? Together, we began to elaborate on the first phases of a plan to evolve those sexual incidents between us into something much more ambitious.
For the rest of the week, Anita and I didn't have many more opportunities to be together. Making it in front of our parents' noses was becoming risky, and besides, she had started her period shortly after our conversation about Tara. To make matters worse, classes began, and I barely tolerated that boredom, distracted and horny with fantasies about my sisters. I asked the phone number of my older sister's flat, leaving my parents to think I would visit her that weekend if I got picked up late from the city. When Carlota passed me the landline phone, I noticed Tara sounded nervous and didn't make any direct mention of what we had done or what we were going to do. I suppose she was shy since her roommate was in the same room. She told me to come over on Saturday at 11 am, as she would have returned from running by then. Her roommate had left earlier with her boyfriend and would be gone all weekend on a trip. She and I would have the entire day to ourselves, and perhaps part of the next one. My heart was pounding with force as I thought about what that meant. Images of my older sister and me entwined in various impossible sexual positions, both naked and sweaty, flashed through my head at lightning speed, and I couldn't help but get hard. - I have a lot of desire to see you... –she whispered suggestively. In my case, it was more than just 'desire' that I had, an animal impatience to devour her whole. But there was no way, I still had to wait. The rest of the days were hell, with my desires on the surface and no physical outlet except to jerk off. However, I discovered that I preferred to save my orgasms only for my sisters. What Anita and I planned for Saturday wasn't overly complicated; in fact, it was more like an improvisation than something really set in stone. Anyway, it seemed exciting to me. - Look what I have –my little sister said, holding up a empty urine bottle–. We'll do well this weekend. She had entered my room. She was wearing an orange top and short colorful pants. I took off the headphones and paused Tomb Raider on the computer. - Where did you get it? –I said, a bit surprised. - Mom took me to the doctor –she said, coming closer while swaying her hips and fantastic front, until she bent down to whisper in my ear–: When I'm done with my period, we won't need to put a condom on your gun anymore, cowboy. I furrowed my brow, too turned on suddenly to fully understand what she had just told me. - Why did you go to the doctor? - You're silly... I told Mom I wanted to start taking the pill. Her face was inches from mine, looking at me with those devilish green eyes and a smug smile. - Why? –I said, intuiting what she would say but wanting to hear it from her mouth. - Because when I... – You put it in without a condom, I like that more... –she whispered–. And I'm craving my older brother to fill me up with cum. Let's start this weekend... Gruaned with pleasure as a response. I couldn't resist grabbing her ass until we were mounted against each other for her to feel my package. Our parents weren't around on that floor, and we couldn't do more, but I needed to make it clear that I appreciated the gesture. - And what did Mom say? - She turned very red and told me to be careful... bla, bla, bla. She wasn't prepared to admit her little daughter was growing up. - I think Dad would have taken it worse –I said, putting my hand inside her shirt and bra. - You know that already… –she said, and came closer to give me a kiss. I hadn't expected it, but that act ended up evolving into a sensual makeout session, and I started feeling her up under the clothes, craving contact with that plump and fully developed flesh. - The truth is that... I already know we can't yet, but I'm still horny –she said blushing–. I can't stop thinking about this weekend... - Patience, Anita –I told her, squeezing her bare ass with both hands while she moaned softly–. Keep calm, and I think we can have a great time... Finally, Saturday arrived. Anita and I took the bus to the city early in the morning. We told our parents that we were meeting friends and would be out all day. Tara had told me to meet her at eleven, but we decided to go at nine. We knew she went for a run in the mornings now and it took her about an hour or an hour and a half to get back, so we decided to stake out outside her building to make sure she was out. Her apartment was on one of the busiest avenues, and it wasn't hard to keep watch from a bench across the street. We were both very nervous about what was going to happen in the next few hours, although I think I was the What more. After about ten or twenty minutes, we saw her coming out with her running outfit and her hair tied up in a ponytail. Since I had bought those fantastic short pants for running at the shopping mall, she was still using them to run, showing off her long and toned legs. A little after identifying her, I saw her walking away up the street, an imminent temptation. - What a beautiful woman... –I couldn't help but say out loud. Anita smiled mischievously and planted her hand on my package without any shame, even though we were in public, and started rubbing my erection with gentleness. - You're hooked on your older sister, huh? –she gave me a light squeeze that felt deliciously–. Let's see if I get jealous, Rami. - No, no –I hastened to gasp with excitement, but I knew it was a lie and my sister had hit the nail on the head–. She just looks really good and I don't believe this is going to happen... I was lost in my fantasies and Anita's caresses on my groin felt better and better. But then some snapping sounds of disapproval and an exclamation of disgust caught our attention. - Loose youth! –a woman around a thousand years old shouted, shaking her head incredulously and pointing at us with her finger–. These indecencies don't happen in the street, for the love of God! What would your mother say if she saw you? She'd take it much worse than that old lady thought; that's for sure. I couldn't help but groan with pleasure at that comment, remembering how badly we were behaving. Anita bit her lower lip and brought her hand to touch the necklace around her neck. She must have been thinking the same thing. However, that was our signal to move on. We didn't want to get caught for indecency; the city wasn't like the town, but if we gave it enough time, someone would recognize us anyway. I called the intercom, hoping that my sister's roommate would open up and So it was. Tara had warned me that I would be passing by there. What I didn't expect when she opened the door was for Anita to come with me, as was evident from her expression of surprise. However, when I introduced her as Tara's other sister, we were left to pass. It was the first time I saw Carlota in person. She was a redhead with some freckles and blue eyes, and had a piercing on one side of her nose. Her complexion was tall and slender, although less athletic than Tara and not as voluptuous as Anita. She had smaller breasts than my two sisters, but her wasp waist and ass were nothing to envy; the fact that her long hair reached down to her butt gave her a wild look, like she was a Greek nymph of love and nature. Besides, she had a beautiful smile, innocent enough to catch my attention and suggestive enough to ignite my lust with just an eyebrow raise. My sister didn't miss the good look I gave that girl, and took advantage when Carlota turned away for a few seconds to give me a nudge and point her out with her eyes while calling me Guarro with her lips. - What... do you do so early here? Tara told me you would probably come later... - But she didn't say anything about you... - We want to play a prank on her, my sister hurried to explain. And we wanted to make sure she wasn't preparing everything. Carlota seemed to think about that for a few seconds and finally shrugged. She smiled. - Ha ha, go ahead. Tara can be a bit uptight sometimes, it's good for her to bring her down a notch. What are you going to do? This was the potentially tricky part of the plan, so I made sure to intervene before my sister's impulsiveness could ruin everything. - You know she goes running frequently, don't you? And that normally you usually put it on before leaving the sun cream... - Yes, she's a maniac. Last year she even did it in winter... - Well, then we thought, eh... change what's in the sunscreen bottle for... something else. She made a soft approving gesture, but lacked the punchline of the joke. - And what are you going to put in? - Ah, she's going to rub on a good dollop of semen!! –my sister intervened excitedly, showing her the urine bottle from the other day... which contained a couple of fingers of white substance. Carlota put an expression of absolute surprise, indescribable. I covered my face with my hand. This wasn't what we had rehearsed! But it's true that now that we have my sister's roommate in front of us, none of the alternatives sounded particularly funny. Cum? Super Glue? What were we going to put in the sunscreen bottle that would really be fun, if not something scatological? - But good grief! Where did you get this from? –she asked with a smile from ear to ear. - Well... eh... I knew I'd have to take the bull by the horns and admit it was my own, because it was pretty obvious... but seeing her now, I intimidated a little. Admitting to a stranger that I had masturbated in a bottle for my older sister to then smear all over her body without knowing was too much for me. I felt embarrassed... but not Anita. - Whose is it? –she said winking at Carlota and smiling mischievously–. Our brother is a stud, everything here is his. I saw the girl's face light up almost to the color of her hair, but the truth is she didn't lose her smile at any moment. - Isn't it disgusting to do these things just to play a joke on your sister? - Not at all –Anita hastened to respond–. I think it's quite sexy that so much cum comes out. Besides, where else would we get it from? Are we going to ask some guy? Anyone? Carlota didn't seem very intimidated by that situation, more like discreetly entertained, although she couldn't help but feel a certain embarrassment due to how violent it all was. I suppose she thought my sister's behavior was inappropriate. - What do you think of a perversion? –I asked abruptly–. Is it okay if someone masturbates or if my sister rubs semen on her body? See if you'll be the prude... - None of those things seems bad to me –she said with great sweetness–. But if it's your semen that's being rubbed on her body, that does. You're brothers. - That's why. I'm sure she'll go crazy with rage –I said maliciously. I let it out seriously, although I wasn't very sure if that would be the case. Maybe before this summer, that would have been a fantastic and Machiavellian joke, but now... if everything goes well, Tara rubbing my semen on her body without knowing it will seem little to me. Maybe she'll even paint herself with fresh water from the fountain. - I never would have imagined that Tara had such cruel brothers! Glad I'm an only child... Cruel and out. I underestimated how bad we could be, and I underestimated how authentically perverse Tara was in reality beneath her good-girl facade. Anyway, Carlota seemed to be taking it well. This confirmed that many people would secretly enjoy seeing my sister humiliated after the airs of superiority she had. Her roommate wasn't an exception. In any case, the semen bottle had served its purpose, which was to get Anita into that house with a excuse. We could have chosen any other, but my sister couldn't resist how obscene it all was for everyone involved (especially someone completely foreign to our sexual games). Carlota even went so far as to point out Tara's sunscreen and we had to do that. operation of taking a little out and putting a little in... although it cost something, because it wasn't easy. It didn't go very far in, and I'm sure it would have been easier with a syringe or something like that, but it was enough for everyone to know what we had done and Tara not to find out.
Well, little ones... I'm leaving you here with your misdeeds. Your sister will be back in a bit –and before crossing the door, she asked as if thinking better of it–: What are you going to do exactly?
Eh... I suppose we'll take a walk around there, let her show us her faculty, and then go to the cinema or something like that –I said, although not very convinced. Anita looked at me like I was an idiot. Carlota looked at me with a scrunched-up face, as if she couldn't believe I had said such stupidity. Going to the faculty on a Saturday!
You're weird... well, see you later. After that, we were both so nervous about what had happened and what was going to happen, anticipating the moment, that we barely managed to hold back from getting our hands on each other. Anita and I were alone for the first time in quite a while, and although we did something, we knew we had to restrain ourselves. Tara could arrive at any moment, and in any case, I couldn't let myself come: my older sister would appear at the door expecting me to screw her wildly. I'd have to be well-loaded to give it to her. Although if there was some previous indication, the fact that they were my sisters with whom I was doing those things would be enough to make me come continuously, whether or not. Despite everything, I preferred to hold back. We found a perfect spot for Anita to hide: right in Tara's room, there was a door to the balcony and a great view of the courtyard that some very opaque curtains covered. If she stayed quiet and fairly still, it would be hard to detect her. One would have to look very closely at her feet from afar, but part of the furniture hid her from a distance, and from close up... well, the Idea was that we'd be too busy in bed for that. Tara had a fantastic marital bed and I was watering at the thought of it, caressing it like a sick fetishist. - It's coming! - whispered Anita, running to hide. - Are you sure? I thought she was pulling my leg, but Anita always had a finer ear than mine. A little later, I heard footsteps in the hallway and the door opened. Tara entered, with sweat glistening on her exposed skin in that sports outfit. She stopped for a second in the entrance hall and looked at me with surprise. - You're here pretty quickly, aren't you? - My compilation of clothes let me pass - I said, balancing on my feet - . I hardly slept tonight knowing she was coming... Tara slowly drew a malicious smile, looking at me with eager eyes. She came closer to me slowly, with a sinuous step and moving her hips. - Someone couldn't help but get excited and pay attention to their older sister, right?
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