How I discovered my sister loves my cock

Una vez más, gracias a la comunidad por sus comentarios y sus puntos.

Si todavía no leyeron los capítulos anteriores, acá se los dejo para que los revisen:
http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/3664815/Como-descubri-que-mi-hermana-adora-mi-pija-parte-I.html
http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/3667785/Como-descubri-que-mi-hermana-adora-mi-pija-parte-II.html
http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/3671217/Como-descubri-que-mi-hermana-adora-mi-pija-Parte-III.html

Sin más vueltas, les dejo el capítulo IV:

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Capítulo 4

Miré el papel durante un largo rato sin saber qué hacer. Barajé mis opciones con cuidado. Por un lado podría hacer de cuenta que no me habían dejado nada, romper el papel y seguir con mi vida. Por el otro lado, podría ponerme en contacto con ellas por primera vez fuera de la cabina, algo que realmente me interesaba, y más después de hoy. Pero eso estaba estrictamente prohibido por Erica y no había forma de que no me rajara si llegaba a romper esa regla.

If she finds outA voice said in my head, I had to make a decision, but it wasn't the best moment to do so. There were many risks to consider, and losing a job as well paid as this one for a whim, no matter how strong, I didn't know if it was worth it.

I finally decided to put the phone in my contacts on my cell, tear up the paper, and throw it away as soon as I had the chance. I wasn't going to leave Erica any evidence. She wouldn't hesitate for a second to prohibit them from entering if she found out that they had left me a phone number, and that was something I wasn't going to allow.

When I got back to my apartment, I had already thought of a plan in my head. After taking a bath and changing, I went back out onto the street and passed by a cell phone store. I bought a cheap but good enough phone to know I could use it without problems, and signed up for a prepaid basic line. I was going to use that phone as much as possible at home, so I didn't need internet on the street, with Wi-Fi it would be fine.

It was around 11 pm when I finally mustered the courage to load the number onto my new cell while lying in bed. I already knew it wasn't anyone I knew, or at least not someone who had me in their contacts. It was a very remote possibility, but you never know.

The idea that some woman I knew every now and then might have sucked my cock crossed my head. Maybe some neighbor from the neighborhood who I'd crossed paths with several times at the supermarket without knowing it had savored my member on more than one occasion. But at least it wasn't the case this time.

The profile picture on WhatsApp didn't say anything at all, just a beach landscape. It seemed like they weren't going to give me much information about who they were. I would have to work hard to steal some data, so it was better to start as soon as possible.At the end it turns out that I liked today's thing!!!I thought I was going to get an immediate response, but it wasn't the case. Some minutes passed and there was still no notification. I opened the app and saw the blue double tilde, announcing that the message had already been read, but the response was desired.

I continued with my things and was about to go to sleep when the cell phone finally broke the silence filling my room. I immediately took it and opened the chat. No message, or at least no text. There were three videos. Once again there were three hearts as a signature. It seemed to me that communication would only be this way, without words. Slightly frustrated with the conclusion I had reached, I opened the first video.

More than a tingle, I felt like they had connected two cables to my groin and passed 20,000 volts through them. A smiling mouth appeared on my screen, simply made up but with sensual lips that opened to show what was inside. A white liquid was located exactly in the center of the image, and I could make out its tongue in the middle of this small lake.

Still smiling, the mouth closed, and I could see a movement that suggested the person had swallowed the contents. The mouth opened again, but now the tongue was bare, freely poking around those lips, licking them like someone who has just taken their favorite drink after a long time without tasting it. Finally, those lips closed, and dedicated a kiss to the camera before the video ended.

The screen went black, and I could see my surprised face reflected in it. Struggling against the temptation to repeat the video for the rest of my life, I closed it and opened the other two that had been sent to me. I felt strong pressure against my pants, but I could only focus on what I was seeing on my cell phone's screen.

The images were similar to those in the first video, but not because of that did they have a less intense effect on me. It absorbed all possible details, every mark on the lips, the way they curved differently when smiling, their tongues enjoying playing with my semen and swallowing with delight, to bid farewell with kisses.

I stayed for a few moments looking at the phone's screen, but without really paying attention. I was impacted by the videos I had just reviewed.Ufffff... They blew my head off!!!Once again the two blue tilde appeared, but none of them responded, despite my waiting for several minutes. My suspicions were starting to confirm. I wasn't going to receive anything from them, at least not words.

I unwrapped and freed my cock, which poked out like someone coming up for air after holding their breath underwater for a long time. I took it with my left hand while pulling out two photos with my right on my cell phone. I sent them and waited a few minutes. All I received were three red hearts as a response.

What daughters of sluts! Only three videos, enough to get me hot and leave me wanting more. My ego was eating a couple of steaks that I hadn't expected. Resigned to the fact that there wouldn't be any more communication that night, I masturbated watching the gifts received over and over until I came in a rather intense way.

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-I'm talking to you... -My old man said from the head of the table.
-What's up? -I was staring at the TV, watching the Barcelona game, but my mind wasn't really on it. It was still thinking about my three favorite clients.
After that time when they left me their cell number, they hadn't come back to the local, and I was getting impatient. Where had they gone?
The only news I'd received from them were those three videos. I was convinced I would receive another video or at least some photos, but no matter how hard I tried to establish contact with them a couple of times, all I managed to get was the cold shoulder.

Oh, if only I could turn the tables on them! When they gave me that role, in my head I felt like I had total control over my clients, but I'd been forced to recognize that they really had me eating out of their hands. A few days ago, I seriously thought about calling them from another phone, hoping to hear their voices, but that would have been really stupid on my part.

If they wanted me... supiera algo of them, they would have told me a while ago. Instead, I only had those three videos to which I returned every now and then without being able to avoid it. With so little, they had managed to obsess me with them and I wasn't going to calm down until I knew she would be attending again on Wednesday at noon.

To make matters worse, during the weekend I barely worked a shift on Friday night, so I felt like my balls were about to burst. I needed to release myself, but it didn't seem like a good idea to do it at my old folks' place. I'd have to wait until I got back to my apartment.

-'How are you doing with your studies?' -My old man took me out of my thoughts with the usual Sunday afternoon habit.
-'I've got my midterms coming up in a few weeks, like I told you last week.' -I rolled my eyes impatiently.
-'Don't get discouraged. You're going to be late and won't sleep because you can't keep up with the time. Have you started studying? Are you reading?' -My mom looked at me fixedly, almost as if those questions were saying in reality that I hadn't touched a note.
-'Of course! I'm starting to make summaries.' -I replied with an indignant face. It was a lie, I hadn't touched anything, but I wasn't going to give my old man the satisfaction of knowing he was right about his suspicions.

'Well...' -It seemed like he hadn't been entirely convinced and was about to start one of his sermons when I got up from my chair.
-'Yeah, yeah... I know. I'm going to the bathroom.' -I said as an excuse to get away.

I found myself in the hallway on the top floor, on my way to my room, when I saw that my sister's door was slightly ajar. She was lying on her bed, facing down, looking at something on her phone. She was moving her legs slowly, barely covered by a very short pant that ended just where the curve of her Booty began.

I still hadn't spoken to her beyond the good-natured pantomime she showed during lunches, and I was already tired of her anger. One thing was... It will last for a couple of weeks, but this situation had stretched almost two months. It was too much. I entered and closed the door behind me.

What are you doing in here? my sister asked, glaring at me with her eyes. She was wearing glasses that were supposed to be used regularly, but she didn't because she said she wasn't accustomed to it. In my opinion, they gave her a sexy office look, which I loved. Leave.

No. I sat down on the edge of her bed. We need to talk.

I don't want to talk to you about anything. She sat crossed-legged at the other end of the bed. Leave. She repeated.

I'm not leaving until we talk. I crossed my arms to reinforce my stance.

What do you want to talk about? How you abandoned us at the party to hook up with Charly's girlfriend on her birthday? Her eyes were fixed on me. If looks could kill, I would have been reduced to ashes by now.

Yes, that. And it's almost two months since then. It wasn't a very comfortable situation, but if I left there, I was sure I wouldn't be speaking to her for another two months.

Don't you think it's too much?

No. She was so sharp that at any moment I thought a cat would open up on my skin. She pointed to the door of her room. Leave now.

Can you stop telling me to leave? I was already getting impatient. I said I'm not leaving until we talk.

Furious, she got up from her bed and seemed determined to leave, but just as she did, I stopped her and grabbed her hand to restrain her. I wrapped my arms around her to immobilize her. She ended up with her back to me, her butt resting on the height of my thighs. In another moment it would have seemed exciting, but I was too annoyed with my sister's attitude to notice.

Let go, stupid! She started moving between my arms, trying to free herself.

That's enough, please. And don't speak so loudly that Mom or Dad might come up at any moment. I said in a low voice, trying to calm her down. I really messed up, you know. I was a ' jerk. I shouldn't have left with Diana and left you two alone. -More like that, jerk! –I was still struggling a bit, but being careful not to raise my tone. -Just now did you realize? -No, I realized much earlier. But if you didn't let me talk to her, how the hell were you going to know? -I'm angry with you, jerk. –Finally stopped fighting, so I let go of her. -Seriously? I couldn't even notice... –I commented, with a hint of sarcasm. -You're a jerk, didn't you know? –She said, while getting back into bed. -Yes, I already knew. –I accepted, sitting back down, this time closer to her. -Don't you know any other insult? What do you want me to say? I'm so tired of being angry with you. You're my brother. -Yes, and it's been a thousand years since we last spent some time together! –She let out immediately. –We were having a great time, there at Charly's, and then you went to the bathroom, and we stayed waiting for you like half an hour. And when we saw that you weren't coming back, we went home to see what had happened to you. We went ahead and didn't see you, then we went back in and listened to the noises in the bathroom. It sounded like someone had been killed, we didn't know what to think. Then we opened the bathroom door and found you with your cock out and her licking herself! And besides, it made me laugh on my face saying how well you were doing it! She stopped to take a breath and continued her monologue. I was stunned, I didn't dare interrupt her for fear of getting hit with something. -You! –She poked me in the chest with force. -My brother! F**king my girlfriend! And then you'd stay looking at me with a jerk's smile that made me want to knock out all your teeth! And after Charly comes and tells us everything is fine, that there's no problem! Claaaaaro! No problem! You were f**ing your girlfriend, we found ourselves there in our underwear, and the jerk tells us it's okay! There's a problem! I almost took out all his teeth too! All of them are a bunch of jerks! -She concluded by waving her arms in the air to emphasize the whole tantrum she felt at that moment. Her eyes were shining as if she was holding back tears.

I didn't know what to say to everything he had just told me. Jessica had mentioned something to me that night when I took them home, but I really hadn't stopped to think about how my little sister would have lived it.

-You're right... -I said softly. –I was a tremendous jerk. –I hugged her again and took it as a good sign that this time she didn't struggle to get free. –I didn't think about it at the moment.

-Also! With what you have down there, I'm sure you wouldn't even get blood to your brain... Although it's not like you'd notice much of a difference. –She added maliciously.

-Well, me! –I said, trying to laugh, although that comment about my member had caught me off guard.

Before we could say anything else, some knocks sounded on the door of my sister's room.

-What's all this noise? Has something happened? –It was my mom, with a hint of concern in her voice. –They're not fighting... aren't they?

My sister approached the door, opened it a few inches to talk to her, and I had a good view of her barely covered butt. Now that things had calmed down between us, my cock seemed to have come back to life and was starting to feel that familiar tingling.

-The stupid little brother made me a bad joke and almost killed him, but it's over. –She said, turning around to face me with her pants barely covering her butt.

-Well, but see if they make less noise next time. –My mom poked her head in to talk to me. –And you, stop bothering your sister. You're old enough for that nonsense! –She said, looking at me reproachfully before leaving.

I got up from the bed and went to the door to go back to my room, when my sister turned around and hugged me tightly. I could feel her head resting on... on my chest and a little lower down I also felt the contact with her tits. I was making an effort to control myself, I didn't want her to feel like blood was starting to accumulate below.

-No send me crap like that again, okay? -She spoke in a low voice, still had her head pressed against mine.

-Don't worry, sister, it's not going to happen again. -I gave her a loving kiss on the head.

-More likely you'll behave or I won't invite you to my birthday! -She told me half-jokingly, already separating from me.

-And what about losing the gift I have prepared for you? -We were going to celebrate it in family next Sunday and I had everything ready, sure she would like the surprise.

-What gift? Did you buy it? What is it? -She couldn't hide her curiosity. Almost seemed to have forgotten she was angry with me.

-I don't know... Surprise. -I said, making myself mysterious, enjoying leaving her with suspense.

-If you're not going to tell me anything, better be a good gift or I'll forget that the anger passed. -She threatened in jest, or maybe not so much.

-Now can you finally leave my room? -She opened the door of her bedroom wide open, as if to leave no doubt.

-I love you too, sister! -I grabbed her waist and lifted her up to hug her tightly again. I didn't want to let pass the opportunity to feel her tits pressing against my body again.

-I lowered her carefully and left her room. By chance I hadn't brushed against my erection, which was already threatening to burst through my pants.

-And see when you'll expand your list of insults! -I said, mocking her and leaving before she could respond.

-I arrived at my room and threw myself on the bed. I started messing around with my cell phone, reviewing Facebook, trying to calm my head, until Erica's message arrived.Wednesday afternoon. You know what to do.Full carton. Now I realized there was no way to calm down. I got up again to check that the door was well closed, threw myself back onto the bed, and freed my pants.

I grabbed the cell phone with the intention of searching for something to stimulate me and noticed a photo of Jessica on the screen. It wasn't the first time she had done something like this, but since my teenage years, when my hormones were much more unruly, I didn't think about dedicating a masturbation session to my sister's friends.

I opened her profile and started reviewing her photos. Many selfies and even more meme images, but the best was when full-body photos appeared. She always posted pictures of herself well-dressed, showing off her long legs and worked body from years of gym.

In one of those, I found a photo she had uploaded at the gym. She was slightly sideways in front of a mirror, allowing me to appreciate her curves. How well that tight-fitting clothing suited her! She wore orange leggings that clung to her body and accentuated her ass in an spectacular way. A top of the same color left her stomach flat and held up her breasts firmly. It made me want to rip off her clothes with my teeth.

I kept reviewing the photos and suddenly found an album from a vacation she had taken with my sister and Betty a couple of years ago. I started feeling guilty when I saw the photos of the three of them in bikinis, but I couldn't help it. I was seeing Jessica's tiny bathing suit, the fabric so thin that I could see her nipples protruding slightly. It seemed like with just a sigh, the straps would come undone and she'd be naked at any moment.

Betty wore one that covered up a bit more, but with her enormous breasts, it was impossible for her to wear anything smaller without something escaping. She was hugging Jessica from the side, and her breasts were squishing against her arm.

My sister appeared on the other side, also hugging... force to her friend. A clear green bikini barely covered her body. She was slightly turned away from the camera, so I could see her firm booty again. That ass was a siren's song that attracted unsuspecting people without anyone being able to resist. It could have been molded by some Renaissance artist and adorn a classical art museum without any problem. What a butt worthy of being painted by Da Vinci!

Guilt and excitement were fighting for first place in my thoughts. This was my sister's booty, her friends. I knew it was wrong, but they were too beautiful, and they looked so sexy in the photos...

I increased the intensity when I opened up photos from one of their nights out at a coastal bowling alley. They wore miniskirts and tank tops that barely covered their skin. They looked like goddesses, and I got more excited every time. I was about to come, then I came across a photo of them together, giving each other a sensual kiss to the camera.

I let my imagination run wild and thought about how it would be to feel Jessi's lips on my cock. I knew she had had several partners, but none had lasted long (until I find the right one, I'll have fun with the wrong one she'd say whenever the topic came up). I didn't know why, but I was sure she'd suck me off well.

Then I thought about Betty and those beautiful breasts that caught everyone's attention. I would give anything to feel her tits moving up and down my torso while she looked at me with mischievous eyes. I remembered the cleavage she showed on Charly's birthday and increased the pace of my hand.

Finally, I fixed my gaze on my sister's image, her sensual lips, that angelic face. She was so small and light, she wouldn't have any trouble lifting her up and putting her against the wall while holding her with my arms, pushing my cock all the way in again and again. What? What would I look like when I reached orgasm? Would I close my eyes and throw my head back? Would I stare at me while gasping with pleasure? It's sure to be glory to see that expression live and direct.

I closed my eyes and the videos of my favorite clients came to mind, imagining Betty swallowing my semen, then Jessica, and finally my mind was possessed by the image of my sister savoring my discharge. That's when I reached orgasm and let it all go without worrying where it would end up.

What the hell had I just done? Now that the excitement had subsided, I felt guilty for dedicating a masturbation to my sister. But it had been so pleasurable at the same time, I couldn't help but let out a relaxed groan. I was wrong, I knew very well, and if she found out what I'd just done, it would be worse than when I got caught with Charly's girlfriend.

I opened my eyes and just as that moment the door to my room burst open.

-Hey little brother, can I ask you something?

I looked towards the entrance of my room and found myself face to face with a pair of green eyes wide open in surprise at the scene they were witnessing. At the end, I couldn't hear what my sister wanted, who was staring at me with her mouth agape and still holding onto the doorknob, while I held onto my... thing. Thick semen droplets were glistening as they dripped down the trunk at that moment.

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That's it for chapter 4. I'll try to upload the next one during the next week, but it will depend on how busy I am. Hope you enjoyed it. Thanks in advance for your points and comments. See you next time.