I found my sister's pack

I don't know how to start, I'll tell you that I'm writing this because due to the nature of the facts I cannot talk about it with someone else. My name is José, I live in a suburban area, my small family is confirmed by my mother and sister. My mom's name is Fernanda, a 35-year-old woman, she married very young with my father, thinking it would be an escape from the abuse her parents gave her, but she was wrong, my father after years of deprivation left us abandoned. She, despite everything, maintains a very good figure, not spectacular and dazzling, but it attracts attention when seen. My sister's name is Laura, she has received very good genetic inheritance from my mother, her breasts are large, her buttocks are rounded, she is thin, tall, and has a childish face, making it a delight to look at her. Since my father left us, I have taken care of providing for the household, working in whatever possible job, my mother wanting to help me wanted to wash other people's laundry, even had already managed to get hired as a domestic worker, but knowing how snobbish and arrogant people with money can be, I told her not. Then she dedicated herself to selling products through catalogs. Since I reached the age of majority, I was able to employ myself at a factory warehouse, starting as a general helper, then becoming an auxiliary and rising through the ranks until I became supervisor and increasing my income. I had managed to cover household expenses, there was food, clothes, shoes, everything necessary, and it gave me the opportunity to finish high school and consider studying some university career even online. I lived, if that's what can be called ten hours of work, getting home, eating, connecting to the university network, doing tasks, studying, eating, sleeping, and the same routine the next day. Until... while browsing this page, I found a pack that left me speechless, it was my sister in underwear making erotic poses, in one of those photos A P appeared on her pubis, same place where there were quite a few public hairs at the bottom of the photo it read. 'My virgin pussy wants a cock'. I felt like screaming, slapping my palm in her face, doing a thousand things. What was left of the work schedule couldn't concentrate on performing my duties. Barely gave the hour to leave, assigned subordinate who would deliver the documentation that I had to deliver to the warehouse management within the industrial plant. I rushed out to my house. I wanted to order my thoughts to have something clear to say, but my mind didn't formulate any precise idea. The only thing I could do was look at the screen of my phone at my sister's photographs. The truth was that at 20 years old, I had only one sexual experience that had occurred before my father left us, after this I had dedicated my life to working and giving my family everything I could, no girlfriends for me, just going out with someone or eating, no time to work or study. Basically, I had deprived myself of the sexual realm and my sister very campantily showing her half-naked body to strangers or perhaps some acquaintances had already seen it. Besides, that wasn't the education she was given and that hurt me more. I arrived home with a loud knock. Who knocks like this? She said from inside. Barely opened the door and told her. Where's mom? She came out, went to pick up her orders. Give me your phone! I said loudly. What's wrong with you? Took her hand and led her to her room, when we got there, made her sit on her bed. I took my phone and turned on the screen where her photographs were, directing it towards her. Can you explain what this damn thing is girl slut. She stayed silent. What a damn mother! I asked again and she didn't answer again. Well, slut, do you like showing your underwear? I want you to undress. At that moment, I was wearing black jeans and a bandeau top blouse the wrinkled one I would give to her on request, and now I saw my mistake, since despite the blouse basically only covered her breasts and was proportional in the part of the back, it didn't bother me because I was interested in how happy she got when she put it on. Laura started taking off her pants, at the exact moment when she took off her jeans I saw a normal underwear, covering three quarters of her buttocks, beige color, in front of which there was a mound of aesthetic Venus, her vaginal lips were also marked, she continued with the blouse leaving me to see her breasts. It gave me more courage seeing what was probably already seen by many through a phone screen or monitor. How is it possible, damn mother! How is it possible that you're taking pictures like this, I'm breaking my back for you to have to swallow, so you can buy that phone and not be the only one without one and thus pay me, acting like a prostitute. Don't tell me that anymore. She answered. Well, that's what you are... Take off your underwear. I ordered. At first she didn't comply, but I ordered her again. While she was lowering the garment, I saw something strange, there was another garment under the underwear. A wrinkled lace edge looked at me. What is this? I asked while approaching and taking the second garment. She lowered the top one and in front of my gaze appeared a pink thong. I really didn't mind what kind of clothes she wore, if not for the end of doing it. Where did you get that damn thing from? She wasn't answering. Until she confessed. A friend gave it to her. I don't even try to lie saying I bought it. From now on I don't want you to leave this place and if you do, mom has to go with you, I'm not going to be splitting my back for you to be any slut, or much less for anyone to be screwing you. I want you to delete those damn pictures right now. She did it immediately. I took the phone away from her and left. room. I thought about what I should do, anyway I was out of the house for eleven or twelve hours a day and couldn't watch her all the time. I lay back on my bed, closed my eyes and soon heard the door open, it was her still naked. What do you want? I asked. It was impossible not to look at her breasts and pubic area full of beautiful hair, not like those who cover everything, no, hers allowed me to see her white skin. Sorry. She said on the verge of tears. You should have gone back to your room to get dressed. I replied. In the afternoon you could notice her nervousness and fear that she would tell my mother what she had discovered about her. This happened yesterday, I don't know what to do and I wish for your advice. I've thought about those images and that phrase. I know my sister is no longer a girl and is old enough to want, as we say around here. I wouldn't want someone to tell me one day that they got her pregnant. Also, I've thought about giving her some panties, I don't have anything against these garments, but if she shows them to whoever asks for them or takes pictures with them or gives them to friends.