My sister bid me farewell before going to the strip club wit

I was incorporated into military service on January 2nd, 1994, at the age of 18, in the final stages of what would be the last period of existence of this institutional service with my homeland. I began the new year, at midnight on the same day, already being the first working day after, I would leave for at least a year, and left her to her fate, my blood, my flesh, my women, my sister, to my misfortune. Anyway, in my mind I imagined a farewell between us, a see you soon, full of orgasms, as we were both accustomed to receive from one another.Thus, as is fitting, we bid each other farewell carnally, I would yearn for her throughout the time I was away from her being but fundamentally from her body. She however, what she would miss of me, would be the comfort of my proximity and my vocation to serve her whenever she pleased, that is to say my sexual obedience.After the New Year's toasts, our family retired to rest, and my sister and I went to the room we shared as our bedroom, since our family's economy couldn't afford the comfort of both of us enjoying mutual privacy with separate rooms needed. She, as was her habit, undressed to sleep or slipped into tiny panties, this time opting to do so without any clothes. After a while of lounging and rolling around on her bed, she got up and left the room without turning on the light. I remained vigilant for her return, but it took a while, my waiting produced uncertainty, so I sat up in my bed and stayed awake. It seemed like I heard something, I got up and slightly opened the door to confirm, and it sounded like a whimper.The lament was coming from the main living room of our house, where my sister, seated on the three-seater sofa, was imploring me to go there so she could give me her gift. The same one I had known how to get from her and in turn make her acquire that vice a long time ago, which I couldn't conquer was her exclusive property, although both of us pretended to ensure or ignore it, I the first and she the second. Her heart was never mine. It was totally opposite to what happened between my mother and me, with her I had the certainty of unconditional love, but with my sister only through her words.In the facts she didn't have exclusivity with anyone. There wasn't at least until that moment a mortal with that privilege or acquired right. She desired absolute freedom to do everything considered private in something possible, and what was prohibited was executed by her with others, unknowns, it seemed they still enthralled her even more.

She excluded no one in her genital desires, from the total stranger to the most familiar, passing through all the friends and/or acquaintances of both.This is how it was, that after dawn, as if it had been the last time, and as if for both of us the world was ending, my sister accompanied me to the station, the two of us still half-asleep, from where empty buses left, which was the head of most microbus lines, she bid me farewell in a very sentimental way, promising and swearing to behave like a lady, honoring our loving pact with her loyalty, remaining unchanged before gallantries and pretensions of courtship. This is how I went to fulfill my obligation to the homeland.For minutes more, after I left and was alone at the station, to get on the first car that beeped and suck the neighbor's cock as soon as she found him and took her back to our house. And not content with that, accept that he persuaded me to accompany him to his place, a poor dwelling in a dangerous neighborhood. Felina, without noticing or taking consciousness of how risky it was, went in a hurry and disheveled without fear of any serious consequence.The place and the neighbor both pleased her, which made her double down on the bet, go for more, and this one noticing her venereal avidity, like a disease that transmitted it through her sex, proposed getting to know his friends without commitment or obligations.

My sister accepted timidly, although she was urged by necessity, grew anxious, transforming herself from the next pleasure to experience. Without any remorse, she counted the minutes to receive them and let the events unfold that she considered irreparable to know and couldn't help but imagine her enjoyment.And so it was, he loved it even more when he found out that those who came, all of them, or most of them, were my brother's friends, I, the soldier guardian for these, whom I threatened to not mess with her or look for her, all traitors, who assured me they wouldn't do so, were there, like animals in heat, to penetrate her, violating her perfect body, my temple of pleasure, without restraint, with morbidness of the extreme, with the sensation that produced something that could be unpleasant for another, in this case personally, something cruel, forbidden, or against established moral, our friendship's.This group of sick and shit types characterized the state of that place. And she, my sister, perhaps due to my fault, maintained an obsessive tendency towards the unpleasant, cruel, prohibited, a twisted disturbance that affected her, disrupting her discernment, maintaining the attitude of someone with unclear or malicious intentions.

I always felt responsible for my sister's pathology, the possessed one, when she was invaded in massive form, I used both hands' fingers to burst into her genital openings, no doubt preferring to be assailed by cocks of greater dimension than that of my phalanges.Despite having been together, both of us, the two of us, all night until dawn screwing, she still had a desire to do it. No doubt, it wasn't the same doing it with me, her brother, because there was nothing better at hand than making it happen again with strangers unknown, which weren't that great either. There, there was no Brad Pitt, but yes, another skin, other smells, another risk, a whole adventure with different body sizes and rhythms.But, even worse, it was when the blacks arrived. A whole collective of Cape Verdeans from Africa had arrived in the neighborhood over the past few years, and a couple of them, the most talkative ones who barely dominated the language, made good friends with some of my friends and neighbors... And bingo... They showed up, and the snack they found wasn't bad at all, not to be wasted. So they let loose their outrageous, deformed, monstrous ones in my sister Felina's cajeta, they perforated her from that moment on.It was a delirium, a frenzy, the extreme exaltation of the senses, of an inexplicable passion from her to the gang. These guys were like furious, rabid, with violence seeking the genital orifices of my sister, wanting to introduce their ballocks into every access to the interior of her. With unbridled disorder, one took it away from another, she was like a leaf in the wind, amidst a storm. She also seemed possessed by a scandalous lust, with an excessive sexual appetite, which for the eyes of any stranger, seemed even fake. But no, she was that way.Voluptuous, obscene, with hysterical sexual impulses, she suffered convulsions of desire and genital pleasure. She shook violently with involuntary contractions of all her body's muscles and limbs, shaking so much that she entered a trance-like state when it happened, which was a critical and decisive moment for her companions, many were frightened, most of them thought she might be about to die. She manifested this abnormal phenomenon, in which she seemed to enter a state of suspension of the senses during ecstasy.I still remember how happy I was and how content I felt for a long time when receiving this photograph sent by my sister at the barracks. I thought she was missing me and that's why she was sending her vulva to keep it present, and that it was only mine. However, after leaving mandatory military service, having been discharged and becoming a reserve artilleryman, I learned the cruel truth through comments from some acquaintances who participated in that event... So they had left her pussy inflamed after the blacks went through her.