CHAPTER II
I was ending my previous chapter by saying that it was impossible for me to fall asleep on that night and, therefore, my head did not stop turning over what had happened. I never thought, nor even imagined, that my first sexual experience would take place with my own mother; but once it had been so, it no longer seemed so absurd that my older sister, Viki, would be next. Having tasted the love elixir, my desires to continue savoring it had already taken off and did not recognize borders.
Believing I was not mistaken and acting in accordance with what was instilled in me, the fact of desiring my older sister seemed to me as something perfectly logical and elementary. Viki was almost a woman, she was very good-looking, and when she would pass naked beside me or get into the shower while I was occupied with other things in our own bathroom, it's true that, no matter how much she was my sister, my cock would stiffen and I would have to resort to the familiar manual remedy to calm down my unleashed libido.
Before making love to my mother, and lacking precedents of such magnitude, I wasn't very sure if screwing a sister went against natural laws. To be honest, I hadn't even formally posed this question to myself, although I had thought about it from time to time.
My first attempts with Viki did not yield the desired results. Touching her ass or breasts was nothing extraordinary and I had done it many times before, but not with the same intention as now. Before, it was just innocent joking around; now things were taking a much more serious turn. She didn't have to look at how my cock stood up to realize the new change of attitude operating in me. At first, she would act stupidly, but eventually, after my persistence, she finally clarified that her boyfriend gave her what she needed and she did not want anything from anyone else.
With the consequent frustration, I decided to approach my father.
—I have a problem, Dad.
—What's it about?
—Since I did what I did with Mom, I've got enormous desires to do it again with Viki. But she won't let me.
—She has every right not to, don't you think?
—She says she has enough with her boyfriend, but I think that's just an excuse. I've never seen her go out with anyone as a couple.
—Maybe it's like you say or maybe it isn't. In any case, it's not right to try to force someone to do something they don't want to. If she doesn't satisfy your desires, the only remedy left is to give up on your expectations or try to convince her peacefully.
—I thought if you talked to her about the matter...
—It wouldn't be good for me to intervene. Viki might think I'm trying to influence you in some way and that wouldn't be good for either of us. If a woman doesn't give herself to a man out of conviction, the result is always unpleasant.
—Did Mom give herself to me out of conviction?
—Of course she did.
—You didn't have anything to do with it then?
—I just consulted her about it and I told her I was okay with it. The decision was hers.
—Do you think she'd do it again if I asked her?
—You'll have to ask her that.
—Wouldn't you mind?
—Her desires will always be my desires.
—The truth is, this time my father didn't help me much. I suppose he had his reasons for taking that attitude. I was convinced he never made a mistake, even when I couldn't understand it. In this case what became clear to me is that I'd have to fight this war alone and what seemed like child's play just a few days before turned out to be a hard nut to crack because Viki wouldn't change her mind and my desire kept growing. My older sister became my obsession and most of the day I spent with my tail between my legs, supplying with imagination what reality wasn't giving me. denied. Of course, my mother could have served as great relief; but since I didn't see any detail that would show the slightest interest on her part in repeating the experience, it seemed too much to propose it to her. More than once I was about to do so, but I always ended up backing down.
I was so obsessed with Viki that at no point did I think of trying something with my other three sisters. And I don't know if this is something that often happens, but what really wants me seems elusive and yet it's offered to me on a platter when I'm not particularly interested in it. That would be, roughly speaking, what happened to me that day.
It had been almost a month since my loud birthday and summer was starting to make its presence felt. It was that tedious and boring hour of siesta and, as usual, we all had retreated to our respective rooms to pass the time as best we could during those dull moments.
One of my favorite resources was lying naked on the bed, putting on my MP3 player headphones and listening to the latest pirated music through the internet. That's where I was that afternoon when my sister Dori appeared. She had just taken a shower and came in with two towels: one wrapped around her body and the other forming a kind of turban on her head.
She sat down at the edge of the bed and, as if she didn't want to, started stroking my thigh closest to her and ended up playing with my cock, which at that moment, infected by the sluggishness of the hour, was far from presenting its best appearance and more resembled a worm.
Dori (20 years old) was the most beautiful of my sisters, although everything seemed to suggest that cumming and turning into a dark-skinned girl of the kind that makes an era, until now she was the one showing the greatest delay in her development. Her nipples were already starting to protrude, but they were still no more than a pair of swellings, in which, yes, some prominent nipples stood out almost as much as the actual breasts themselves. Even Barbie and Cathy had already surpassed her in this regard. With Viki, of course, I had no point of comparison.
Although something unusual in her reactions, at least with me, she was generally the most affectionate one and, above all, the most generous. My feelings for her were very special and, perhaps because of that and her slow progress as a woman, she would have been the first one I would have saved from a fire and the last one I would have thought of to let my instincts run wild.
—Viki has told me you're constantly pestering her.
I had to repeat the phrase because the first time, with earphones plugged into my ears, I didn't hear anything she said.
—I don't think it's that big a deal—tried to downplay the situation and, feigning indifference that was far from how I felt, added—: It's not something that keeps me up at night.
—You know she's more attractive than I am—whispered as she rained caresses over my cock, which was slowly starting to react—and it's natural you prefer her... The only thing I want to say is that if you need me, you can count on me for whatever you want.
—Is it true Viki has a boyfriend?
—Boyfriend? She's the one chasing after some guy named Luis who doesn't even notice her.
—Then why did she tell me she has a boyfriend?
—Did she really say that?—my cock had taken on a more presentable appearance and Dori wrapped her hand around it, starting a somewhat slow but regular masturbation—. She's probably just trying to make herself important. You know how pretentious she is.
It seemed like an ingratitude to keep talking about Viki while she was giving me such intimate and gratifying caresses. You're worth much more than Viki —I launched my compliment, starting to caress her thighs as well—. You must have more suitors than she does.
—Don't mock me —she frowned.
—It's the truth —I insisted in my lie, moving my hand until my fingertips reached the first folds of her most sensitive area.
Casually or intentionally, the towel that covered her body began to slide down, increasing her nudity with each movement she made.
—Do you suppose I'm still a virgin, don't you?
—You're wrong. There are no virgins left in this house.
—Not even Barbie and Cati?
—Not even them.
—Damn it! —I couldn't help but exclaim—. And I thought I was the first!
—Well, now you see: you've been the last.
—And who was lucky enough with you?
—It's said that sin is not named, but the sinner.
Dori's hand moved with increasing speed and the towel soon stopped doing its job, forming a lump on her thighs as I finally pushed it to the floor.
Her pussy and pelvis remained almost as hairless as a newborn's, not because she waxed them, but because they hadn't yet grown hair, which formed only a soft, barely visible fuzz.
—What do you like most about what people do to you? —I asked, while my fingers already began a determined journey through the interior of her vagina, still too dry for anything more.
—I don't know. What you're doing to me is very enjoyable.
—And I also enjoy very much what you're doing to me. So much that, if you keep going at this pace, I won't be responsible for myself.
Certainly, my cock was already more than ready for whatever needed to happen. And, whether to surprise or impress me, she leaned over me and the massage turned from manual to oral, making me relive the unforgettable moments with my mother.
—You do it better than Mom —in this case, not A compliment. Or I was feeling much more relaxed, or Dori really surpassed my mother in the art of sucking cocks. In any case, my sensations were more pleasant.
And it was then, between licks and licks, when Dori let slip what didn't seem to have intended to discover.
—Dad loves this.
She stood there for a few seconds, immediately repentant of what she had just said.
—So Dad was the first one.
She resumed her sucking with the determined purpose of leaving my doubt suspended; but I was too interested in the question and wanted to clarify it as soon as possible. I grabbed her head with both hands and forced her to look at me.
—Was Dad the first? —I insisted.
I had to repeat the same question a couple of times. Now unable to do so with her mouth, she put her diabolical hand back into operation, which I also had to immobilize so that things wouldn't get out of hand.
—Yes, she finally replied. We all received the same gift as you when we turned 18.
—Did Barbie and Cati too?
—Barbie and Cati received it by double portion; first separately and then together.
—And how come I didn't find out until now?
—She always works that way. The younger ones never found out when she did it with the older ones. Dad thinks we shouldn't know too much about these things until we're 19. That's why, when it was your turn, it wasn't a secret anymore.
Thinking of the possibilities this might offer me regarding my mother, the next question burst forth from my lips:
—Has she only done it once with each of you?
—Of course not. When Mom is on her period, she usually turns to one of us to replace her.
—Even if we don't feel like it?
—It's a lie that you're asking me that. You know Dad would never force us to do it if we didn't want to. If he has taken care of all of us, it's because... For our well-being. The first time usually is painful and he has managed to make that pain minimal and for all of us to feel pleasure.
Dori had also undone her turban and was positioned astride me, rhythmically rubbing her sex against mine without penetration. Judging by the expression on her face, this friction was at least as satisfying to her as it was to me.
I'm warning you, I don't have condoms, I said when I noticed things were getting hot.
And I'm telling you, she replied with a smile, that there's an unopened box on your nightstand. I put it there myself this morning.
I breathed a sigh of relief upon verifying the truth and hastened to put on the condom before it was too late.
Already properly protected, without changing position and giving signs of an experience that left me confused, Dori slowly began to accommodate the good plug that my cock had become in her hollow. She took her time absorbing it all, not letting me take the initiative. At least in theory, she was the expert and I the inexperienced beginner, so my duty was to watch, feel, and learn.
Placing her hands on my chest and I grasping hers with mine, from that moment on she initiated a kind of belly dance, drawing hypothetical circles with her hips that soon plunged me into a state of general amnesia, as I forgot about Viki, her wonderful breasts, and all the bad times past due to her intransigence, cursing my tardiness in finding what was so close to me.
Does it feel good?
A pointless question from hers, since I don't think my continuous pleasure groans would leave any room for doubt. I'm not sure if it was due to the condom or a studied technique, but it's true that I maintained an excitement level that I'd dare call stationary, at that very point where the enjoyment roza its peak but didn't quite reach it. I had the impression that, the one who considered herself as inexperienced as I was, knew how to dominate the situation like no one else and control my impulses with mathematical precision. The classes received from my father must have been numerous and productive, judging by the results operating on me. Sometimes I felt like her vagina was narrowing, increasing pressure on the lucky guest who lodged in it, and even seemed to exert a certain suction effect. When this happened, her eyes emitted a special glow and she bit her lower lip with force. If Dori had wanted, I think she could have prolonged that situation for all eternity. Totally surrendered to evidence, I limited myself to looking at her without losing any detail. Despite her still-wet hair sticking to her face, giving her a certain wild look, I thought she was more beautiful than ever and burned with the desire for my teeth to bite that lower lip; but it was clear that on that first time Dori had decided to take total control of the scene, and any attempt by me to be more participatory would quickly be neutralized. I couldn't say how long it lasted. I think the trigger was listening to my father's loud yawn, a clear indication that he had already woken up. Almost coinciding with him, Dori's breathing became more labored, her movements more hurried, and when I realized it, we were tightly entwined and acutely affected by an avalanche of shudders that left us both speechless, while my vital sap accumulated at the tip of the condom. It was something truly incredible, unlike anything lived with my mother. I wouldn't know if better or worse, but definitely different. Of what I had no doubt is that in Dori, my preferred sister by the way, I had found an excellent teacher who made me She would make me come a lot and well. When, with her two towels hanging from her arm, she left my room swaying her body like an authentic queen of luxury, the question immediately came to my mind: Would Viki, Barbi or Cati be able to surpass such a high bar?NEXT STORYhttp://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/2600636/Una-peculiar-familia-3.html
I was ending my previous chapter by saying that it was impossible for me to fall asleep on that night and, therefore, my head did not stop turning over what had happened. I never thought, nor even imagined, that my first sexual experience would take place with my own mother; but once it had been so, it no longer seemed so absurd that my older sister, Viki, would be next. Having tasted the love elixir, my desires to continue savoring it had already taken off and did not recognize borders.
Believing I was not mistaken and acting in accordance with what was instilled in me, the fact of desiring my older sister seemed to me as something perfectly logical and elementary. Viki was almost a woman, she was very good-looking, and when she would pass naked beside me or get into the shower while I was occupied with other things in our own bathroom, it's true that, no matter how much she was my sister, my cock would stiffen and I would have to resort to the familiar manual remedy to calm down my unleashed libido.
Before making love to my mother, and lacking precedents of such magnitude, I wasn't very sure if screwing a sister went against natural laws. To be honest, I hadn't even formally posed this question to myself, although I had thought about it from time to time.
My first attempts with Viki did not yield the desired results. Touching her ass or breasts was nothing extraordinary and I had done it many times before, but not with the same intention as now. Before, it was just innocent joking around; now things were taking a much more serious turn. She didn't have to look at how my cock stood up to realize the new change of attitude operating in me. At first, she would act stupidly, but eventually, after my persistence, she finally clarified that her boyfriend gave her what she needed and she did not want anything from anyone else.
With the consequent frustration, I decided to approach my father.
—I have a problem, Dad.
—What's it about?
—Since I did what I did with Mom, I've got enormous desires to do it again with Viki. But she won't let me.
—She has every right not to, don't you think?
—She says she has enough with her boyfriend, but I think that's just an excuse. I've never seen her go out with anyone as a couple.
—Maybe it's like you say or maybe it isn't. In any case, it's not right to try to force someone to do something they don't want to. If she doesn't satisfy your desires, the only remedy left is to give up on your expectations or try to convince her peacefully.
—I thought if you talked to her about the matter...
—It wouldn't be good for me to intervene. Viki might think I'm trying to influence you in some way and that wouldn't be good for either of us. If a woman doesn't give herself to a man out of conviction, the result is always unpleasant.
—Did Mom give herself to me out of conviction?
—Of course she did.
—You didn't have anything to do with it then?
—I just consulted her about it and I told her I was okay with it. The decision was hers.
—Do you think she'd do it again if I asked her?
—You'll have to ask her that.
—Wouldn't you mind?
—Her desires will always be my desires.
—The truth is, this time my father didn't help me much. I suppose he had his reasons for taking that attitude. I was convinced he never made a mistake, even when I couldn't understand it. In this case what became clear to me is that I'd have to fight this war alone and what seemed like child's play just a few days before turned out to be a hard nut to crack because Viki wouldn't change her mind and my desire kept growing. My older sister became my obsession and most of the day I spent with my tail between my legs, supplying with imagination what reality wasn't giving me. denied. Of course, my mother could have served as great relief; but since I didn't see any detail that would show the slightest interest on her part in repeating the experience, it seemed too much to propose it to her. More than once I was about to do so, but I always ended up backing down.
I was so obsessed with Viki that at no point did I think of trying something with my other three sisters. And I don't know if this is something that often happens, but what really wants me seems elusive and yet it's offered to me on a platter when I'm not particularly interested in it. That would be, roughly speaking, what happened to me that day.
It had been almost a month since my loud birthday and summer was starting to make its presence felt. It was that tedious and boring hour of siesta and, as usual, we all had retreated to our respective rooms to pass the time as best we could during those dull moments.
One of my favorite resources was lying naked on the bed, putting on my MP3 player headphones and listening to the latest pirated music through the internet. That's where I was that afternoon when my sister Dori appeared. She had just taken a shower and came in with two towels: one wrapped around her body and the other forming a kind of turban on her head.
She sat down at the edge of the bed and, as if she didn't want to, started stroking my thigh closest to her and ended up playing with my cock, which at that moment, infected by the sluggishness of the hour, was far from presenting its best appearance and more resembled a worm.
Dori (20 years old) was the most beautiful of my sisters, although everything seemed to suggest that cumming and turning into a dark-skinned girl of the kind that makes an era, until now she was the one showing the greatest delay in her development. Her nipples were already starting to protrude, but they were still no more than a pair of swellings, in which, yes, some prominent nipples stood out almost as much as the actual breasts themselves. Even Barbie and Cathy had already surpassed her in this regard. With Viki, of course, I had no point of comparison.
Although something unusual in her reactions, at least with me, she was generally the most affectionate one and, above all, the most generous. My feelings for her were very special and, perhaps because of that and her slow progress as a woman, she would have been the first one I would have saved from a fire and the last one I would have thought of to let my instincts run wild.
—Viki has told me you're constantly pestering her.
I had to repeat the phrase because the first time, with earphones plugged into my ears, I didn't hear anything she said.
—I don't think it's that big a deal—tried to downplay the situation and, feigning indifference that was far from how I felt, added—: It's not something that keeps me up at night.
—You know she's more attractive than I am—whispered as she rained caresses over my cock, which was slowly starting to react—and it's natural you prefer her... The only thing I want to say is that if you need me, you can count on me for whatever you want.
—Is it true Viki has a boyfriend?
—Boyfriend? She's the one chasing after some guy named Luis who doesn't even notice her.
—Then why did she tell me she has a boyfriend?
—Did she really say that?—my cock had taken on a more presentable appearance and Dori wrapped her hand around it, starting a somewhat slow but regular masturbation—. She's probably just trying to make herself important. You know how pretentious she is.
It seemed like an ingratitude to keep talking about Viki while she was giving me such intimate and gratifying caresses. You're worth much more than Viki —I launched my compliment, starting to caress her thighs as well—. You must have more suitors than she does.
—Don't mock me —she frowned.
—It's the truth —I insisted in my lie, moving my hand until my fingertips reached the first folds of her most sensitive area.
Casually or intentionally, the towel that covered her body began to slide down, increasing her nudity with each movement she made.
—Do you suppose I'm still a virgin, don't you?
—You're wrong. There are no virgins left in this house.
—Not even Barbie and Cati?
—Not even them.
—Damn it! —I couldn't help but exclaim—. And I thought I was the first!
—Well, now you see: you've been the last.
—And who was lucky enough with you?
—It's said that sin is not named, but the sinner.
Dori's hand moved with increasing speed and the towel soon stopped doing its job, forming a lump on her thighs as I finally pushed it to the floor.
Her pussy and pelvis remained almost as hairless as a newborn's, not because she waxed them, but because they hadn't yet grown hair, which formed only a soft, barely visible fuzz.
—What do you like most about what people do to you? —I asked, while my fingers already began a determined journey through the interior of her vagina, still too dry for anything more.
—I don't know. What you're doing to me is very enjoyable.
—And I also enjoy very much what you're doing to me. So much that, if you keep going at this pace, I won't be responsible for myself.
Certainly, my cock was already more than ready for whatever needed to happen. And, whether to surprise or impress me, she leaned over me and the massage turned from manual to oral, making me relive the unforgettable moments with my mother.
—You do it better than Mom —in this case, not A compliment. Or I was feeling much more relaxed, or Dori really surpassed my mother in the art of sucking cocks. In any case, my sensations were more pleasant.
And it was then, between licks and licks, when Dori let slip what didn't seem to have intended to discover.
—Dad loves this.
She stood there for a few seconds, immediately repentant of what she had just said.
—So Dad was the first one.
She resumed her sucking with the determined purpose of leaving my doubt suspended; but I was too interested in the question and wanted to clarify it as soon as possible. I grabbed her head with both hands and forced her to look at me.
—Was Dad the first? —I insisted.
I had to repeat the same question a couple of times. Now unable to do so with her mouth, she put her diabolical hand back into operation, which I also had to immobilize so that things wouldn't get out of hand.
—Yes, she finally replied. We all received the same gift as you when we turned 18.
—Did Barbie and Cati too?
—Barbie and Cati received it by double portion; first separately and then together.
—And how come I didn't find out until now?
—She always works that way. The younger ones never found out when she did it with the older ones. Dad thinks we shouldn't know too much about these things until we're 19. That's why, when it was your turn, it wasn't a secret anymore.
Thinking of the possibilities this might offer me regarding my mother, the next question burst forth from my lips:
—Has she only done it once with each of you?
—Of course not. When Mom is on her period, she usually turns to one of us to replace her.
—Even if we don't feel like it?
—It's a lie that you're asking me that. You know Dad would never force us to do it if we didn't want to. If he has taken care of all of us, it's because... For our well-being. The first time usually is painful and he has managed to make that pain minimal and for all of us to feel pleasure.
Dori had also undone her turban and was positioned astride me, rhythmically rubbing her sex against mine without penetration. Judging by the expression on her face, this friction was at least as satisfying to her as it was to me.
I'm warning you, I don't have condoms, I said when I noticed things were getting hot.
And I'm telling you, she replied with a smile, that there's an unopened box on your nightstand. I put it there myself this morning.
I breathed a sigh of relief upon verifying the truth and hastened to put on the condom before it was too late.
Already properly protected, without changing position and giving signs of an experience that left me confused, Dori slowly began to accommodate the good plug that my cock had become in her hollow. She took her time absorbing it all, not letting me take the initiative. At least in theory, she was the expert and I the inexperienced beginner, so my duty was to watch, feel, and learn.
Placing her hands on my chest and I grasping hers with mine, from that moment on she initiated a kind of belly dance, drawing hypothetical circles with her hips that soon plunged me into a state of general amnesia, as I forgot about Viki, her wonderful breasts, and all the bad times past due to her intransigence, cursing my tardiness in finding what was so close to me.
Does it feel good?
A pointless question from hers, since I don't think my continuous pleasure groans would leave any room for doubt. I'm not sure if it was due to the condom or a studied technique, but it's true that I maintained an excitement level that I'd dare call stationary, at that very point where the enjoyment roza its peak but didn't quite reach it. I had the impression that, the one who considered herself as inexperienced as I was, knew how to dominate the situation like no one else and control my impulses with mathematical precision. The classes received from my father must have been numerous and productive, judging by the results operating on me. Sometimes I felt like her vagina was narrowing, increasing pressure on the lucky guest who lodged in it, and even seemed to exert a certain suction effect. When this happened, her eyes emitted a special glow and she bit her lower lip with force. If Dori had wanted, I think she could have prolonged that situation for all eternity. Totally surrendered to evidence, I limited myself to looking at her without losing any detail. Despite her still-wet hair sticking to her face, giving her a certain wild look, I thought she was more beautiful than ever and burned with the desire for my teeth to bite that lower lip; but it was clear that on that first time Dori had decided to take total control of the scene, and any attempt by me to be more participatory would quickly be neutralized. I couldn't say how long it lasted. I think the trigger was listening to my father's loud yawn, a clear indication that he had already woken up. Almost coinciding with him, Dori's breathing became more labored, her movements more hurried, and when I realized it, we were tightly entwined and acutely affected by an avalanche of shudders that left us both speechless, while my vital sap accumulated at the tip of the condom. It was something truly incredible, unlike anything lived with my mother. I wouldn't know if better or worse, but definitely different. Of what I had no doubt is that in Dori, my preferred sister by the way, I had found an excellent teacher who made me She would make me come a lot and well. When, with her two towels hanging from her arm, she left my room swaying her body like an authentic queen of luxury, the question immediately came to my mind: Would Viki, Barbi or Cati be able to surpass such a high bar?NEXT STORYhttp://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/2600636/Una-peculiar-familia-3.html
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