Cosas de la cuarentena 3

Last night I masturbated thinking about those first times with my cousins, all that nervousness of knowing something was wrong, that curious innocence, that perverse curiosity. It really turns me on to remember those first times, especially considering what I turned into, because let's be frank, I'm quite a slut. Today I've already jacked off twice and will probably do it again when I finish writing this. The temptation of seeing my brother playing around, the thrill of believing he'd be willing and my desires, is very strong indeed. This morning I almost lost control. I have to think really well about what I'm going to do before doing it, because I'll send a mess and there won't be any turning back. I'm not the most athletic person in the world, I don't particularly like training, but I always did some exercise to keep my bad habits under control. The thing is that during quarantine, since I was lying down so much, I started doing yoga to calm my back pains. This morning I'm out in the patio doing my routine as always, taking advantage of everyone being asleep at this hour, and I catch myself thinking that it's a good time to train, just like when I sleep, wearing an old leggings and a big t-shirt, with the sleeves cut off - NOTHING UNDERNEATH. I usually train like this. Generally, no one sees me like this, so if my breast pops out of the shirt, I don't make a big deal about it, because unless I'm getting sniffed or licked by my dog while I'm in some position, there's no greater danger. But today, and there are many positions where the shirt can rise up, so the decision was to wait for him to leave or keep going at risk of being seen (putting on a bra wasn't an option, not that it matters). Honesty obliges, part of me wanted to know what he would do. I've caught myself looking at my brother more than once, checking out my cleavage or the nipples that show through the shirt. But good, they are two different situations. My brother, who we will call Roman from now on, was playing with the dog and looking at his cell phone, switching back and forth between things, without giving me much attention. I don't know if you guys know much about yoga, but the joke is to do a position and maintain it, regardless of what. He was lying face down, maintaining a bridge, when I realized that my breasts were hanging loose and beautiful just like they are, and that I could see them, so having cut the sleeves off Roman's shirt, he must have been able to see them too. I turned my head discreetly and saw him, sitting on the grass pointing at me, and I saw how quickly his head dropped when he realized he was being seen, I acted like I hadn't noticed anything and adjusted my arms so he could see better. I'm going to talk a little bit about my breasts because I love them. They're not big, they're not small, they're beautiful, they fit in the palm of your hand like they were born to be there, they're so soft that sometimes I can't stop touching them, my nipples are large and sensitive, and a pair of moles give each one just the right touch. One last peculiarity is that when I'm on my period, they swell up even more. I'm on my period, so the view couldn't be better for him. I changed positions to one where we make a kind of T with our arms, stretching them out as much as possible and rotating our torso. Even if that pose would have left me very exposed, it still helped a little bit, very discreetly with a movement of my arms I managed to get one sleeve to cross over my chest, showing one of my breasts halfway, you could see part of the aureola quietly. I could feel my heart racing from knowing I was so exposed in front of my younger brother, but when I saw that a bulge was forming in his pants, difficult to disguise, those heartbeats turned into heat that ran all over my body. Roman may have noticed something because suddenly he said something that gave me chills with emotion. What a lovely mole you have there, he said. pointing at my chest the bold guy. - what are you looking at boldly? - I said, faking a light annoyance. - and you were watching me train and exposing myself alone- he replied calmly, it really bothered me his calmness, his peace to speak to me in that moment, as if he knew everything about this. - cover up if it bothers you. - you're a piece of shit, if you weren't you I would have taken off my shirt and been putting them on your face. - don't joke, I can't leave the pose until they tell me to, if you bother you, look away. The girl in the video with whom I train told us to change positions and after a couple of movements we recovered our previous positioning but for the other side, obviously I would take advantage to show myself again with a curiosity that made my skin prickle. - ah you have the same mole on the other side- he said, not stopping looking at me - are you going to see my tits all day or do something more? - there's an hour until my class so... - I couldn't put into words how much his boldness heated me up, he's 18 years old and basically just told me he was going to look at my tits with a calm that some of the 40-year-old guys who screw me don't have. But faithful to my style, I couldn't let him win. - oh yeah, you've never seen one before. Be careful, it might be too much for you being so small. - little sister, I think the problem is with you- he signaled to my chest, making me notice how hard my nipples were after the remera. - my love, if you're going to point out that I have erect nipples, make sure you don't have anything else stuck up yourself- I said, pointing at his pants where his bulge already had more shape than a bulge. I knew I had won the round, but just in case I'd finish it off - what's wrong is the quarantine getting too tough? - the damage was already done, he'll be a piece of shit, but he had left me too hot to think clearly because despite Even though I hadn't won yet, I gave him a little show. Putting my Booty in his face basically, while doing different yoga poses until I started moaning at some point with the excuse of effort, to top it off with the biggest idiocy and the cause of already 2 jerks in the day and they're going to be 3, ended the session, excusing myself that I had to wipe the sweat from my forehead, grabbed my tank top from the bottom and pulled it up to my face leaving my tits completely exposed on his face, let him see for a few seconds and then went home to jerk off in the shower.