The brothers have some ups and downs, but after so many encounters and misunderstandings, Gabriel's dreamed-of session begins with an unexpected ingredient: music. A certain band they used to listen to and play when they were up to mischief (so they wouldn't be heard) is going to make a surprise appearance with their lyrics to accompany the moment.
The photographs Gabriel takes are shown intermediately, along with some occasional surprises like it was a photo-novel. If in the previous chapter I focused on a movie they saw (I like telling stories within the story) to tell how it all started, in this one we'll explore another episode from their past, although decorated by music. Each time we get closer to the point where not a single stone will be left unturned and only the present of these two brothers will remain.
The muse of this story is Ukrainian Alexandra KrohaI work for various companies such as Met-Art, Teen Funs, 18 Only Girls or Fleexy Teens, under the pseudonyms ofIsabella Kalinka, Isabella A, Grace, Mary... was born in 1988, 1.65 meters tall and measures 87-64-90.
Scars
Once the lights went out and our bodies eager for sensations came together under the sheets, I prepared to sleep by wrapping my body around my own sister, making a sweet little cake against the tiny ass of María José, which received my arm over her with a kiss on my wrist. Next to her warmth, I found an unusual sensation of tranquility that I didn't find with anyone else; she, despite being my sister, seemed to have been born with the enchantment to calm down that lustful beast within me and at the same time, to awaken it.
The wrongness of my actions was proportional to the pleasure it gave me, like an addiction to the forbidden or a weakness for her adolescent charm superior to any moral or decency I had been inculcated with.
However, we weren't alone and played with the fire of inquisition every time we slept together.
- Oh, sleeping with your sister again, degenerate donkey! - My mother burst into our paradise with her surprise entrance and despite being twenty years old, didn't tremble to agitate her belt with buckles like an Egyptian slave owner. She had a heavy copper buckle like a horseshoe, I knew it well and would never forget it.
- AahhhWhat's going on?! – Majo startled herself, jumping almost to the point of falling off the bed. Unfortunately for my poor luck, I had nothing on from the waist up and that only added to our mother's anger when she noticed we were sleeping together, making a mess, with my developing breasts exposed in the air. Back then, I had more nipple than anything else.
- By all the heavens, take me away, you're sick, you undressed her again!
- She told me I had a nightmare! We were just sleeping! - I excused myself horrified by her fiery eyes and hair, trying to dodge the belt without success, receiving the beating with the buckle several times until I could escape the room.
- You'll give me degenerate nightmare of shit! Come here, it's the last time you sleep with your sister! – She chased me down the hallway, trying to beat me until the stairs, where, in my stumble, I tripped and fell without being able to stop myself, interminably until I crashed. The stairs seemed to stretch out, adding steps as I was falling...
- Just when I surprised the wooden floor, I woke up startled, opening my eyes in my dark room. As if it were a ghost capable of traveling between dimensions to torment me in dreams, my mother beat me with a nightmare that reproached my lifestyle in all its rules. Majo slept like a queen beside me.
- Smiling at having gotten away with it, I finally clung to my sister and caressed her flat, naked belly while leaning my body against hers to sleep together after so long. Unlike mine, her body had no scars from my mother's physical punishment. Instead, that demonic buckle had left some marks on my body that I still kept: two on my back, one on the flank of my torso under the armpit and one on my left buttock.
- Not a hundred nightmares will make me deny this, little sister... - I whispered, kissing her neck repeatedly. - MmmmnnnLet me sleep Gabo... that's it or I'll leave. – She threatened me pitifully when I raised my hand, caressing her breasts over the pajamas, although instead of threatening to leave, she pushed her body against mine to embed herself even more in me. I could have buried my nose in her hair and breathed in the perfume of her hair, so exquisite.
- It's not my fault if you've become so beautiful, little boy. – I whispered.
- Enough Gabo, sleep for a bit longer.
Touched, trusting my biological clock whose hands should be pointing to 3 or 4 am, I gave in and was surprised that it didn't cost me anything to fall back asleep again. Although I could trust my biological clock, I couldn't trust my biological erection. Three hours later, I was like a lead pipe and on top of that, stuck to Majó's pompous Booty.
- Well, this wouldn't be the first time I do this.
With my sister still asleep, I opened her pajamas a bit to see her voluminous Booty, still under the childish and worn-out pajama. It looked like a delicacy. With just the right delicacy not to wake her up, I pulled it back out to leave her in underwear. As I had seen during the previous session, she had delicious gymnast's buttocks, hard on the inside and in good shape, I had noticed all those characteristics during the night with my almost continuous support.
My left arm was almost numb but my right one was ready for action, and seeing that precious familiar delicacy, I started to play with myself over the underwear. It wasn't necessary; I already had a hard-on like Booty of a dinosaur. Still, to indulge myself, I stretched out to catch my cell phone and take a picture of those buttocks that were screaming for the most immoral actions.
- This one's going straight toOnlyfans... by God that good ass, how I would like to see it naked.Knock, knock, knock, knock, knockI started masturbating without hurry or pause after spitting on my hand, moistening the venous trunk while watching my sister perform her first movements after several minutes of being motionless. Something told me she was starting to realize what was happening.
I had never masturbated before with my sister asleep beside me, but it had been a different story when she was awake: letting her see me adjust myself was part of our first erotic games. She loved it and that morning wasn't an exception. She got up all disheveled, with her pajamas stuck to her body and wrinkled like a discarded notebook page.
You've grown quite a bit.
It wasn't a question; she noticed at the first glance after brushing her hair out of her face and didn't stop making me feel more confident. It seemed that morning we would both be pulling the rope of perversion together until it broke.
Well, I think since the last time you saw it, there are two or three years left before it reaches its full stretch. I said without stopping to tease her in front of her, opening myself up for her to see. The window light illuminated her perfectly, maybe better than ever before, since she had always shown it to me with scarce lighting.
How long does it exactly measure? she asked very interested.
I don't remember the last time I measured it; measuring yourself every now and then is for insecure people.
You thought you were going to say you needed a metric tape or couldn't count miles.
Leave the jokes to Noah, love.
Can I measure it for you? she asked, provoking me into a spin. Almost with my heart stopped, I nodded like those toy dogs in taxis. Majo got up and left my room in her pajamas to look for a ruler. I took advantage of her momentary absence to pull down my pants and take off my shirt... my heart was beating like a hummingbird's with the sole idea that my sister would leave her voyeuristic position.
See, you've gotten comfortable. She said, looking at me with my whole tail erect. without touching it.
- I had to stop or the tears would have been streaming down my face. – I apologized. - Do you want to join me?
- Don't get your hopes up, I just want to know how long it is, that's all.
María José approached me, crawling across the bed, bringing my cock within a few centimeters of her face. Before she could put the ruler away, I realized she had one long enough not to fit in her mouth, and quite large for her face. Before we started, she looked at me without missing a detail and let out a little laugh.
- What are you waiting for? You can touch it to measure it.
- I don't want to touch it, it's too bold.
- Okay, I'll put it in place and you can measure it. – I accepted without pressuring her, wanting everything to happen naturally, without forcing her. If Majo wanted something to happen, it wouldn't be by bullying me, I wanted to seduce her with all my might, and the size of my member and my naked body were my heavy artillery.
- 17, no, 18 and a half. It's very good, I suppose. – I dictated while supporting the ruler from the base of my cock and seeing how far the inflamed glans extended. – I read on a Facebook publication that the average in our country is 14 and a half, although you know how those Facebook publications are.
- Neither do I think I'm overgifted nor do I think anyone would find it too small. – I expressed without analyzing the surreal situation of being naked under my sister and holding a school ruler. – If they don't feel like it or think it's too small, that's not my fault, after all, they're supposed to have a vagina, not a witch's cauldron.
Majo laughed and, distracted, slipped over my cock, getting stuck between my belly and her body.
- It isn't. It's no mania. – She confirmed, reincorporating herself without any shame. – I'm not an expert, I've always seen yours, and some in models and internet photos, it seems very good to me.
- Thanks, you're a love. – Retuming to masturbation. - Do you mind if I keep going? It's very uncomfortable walking around with my anaconda vertical.
- Of course, you have to put the beast to sleep or you'll run out of blood in brain. – It followed the current with all its charm.
- Don't mock your younger brother, I mean Gabito Jr, he's so big he has his own ID. The doctors consider him almost a Siamese twin.
- That's why we never travel, you have to pay for the monster of Loch Ness separately.
- If you keep making me laugh, I won't finish.
– I warned without stopping to caress the featherless goose, holding it up so close to me that I felt like rubbing it against her and giving a header.
– Then I'll have to give you a little help. – To my surprise, Majo took off his pajamas, releasing his tits, which I devoured with my gaze immediately, and she lay down beside me again once more.
- Don't touch or I'm leaving, pervert.
It was the third consecutive day I'd seen her tits, no doubt the old times had returned in all their glory, knowing her strong character (although never going further than what she wanted) wasn't going to force it, one of the secrets to being the pervert of the year, conforming to scraps and valuing them as banquets, even if they're just scraps, knowing that tomorrow I'll get more...
- Do you know I'm not a stalker? I mean, I can take your naked pictures, jerk off in front of you, tell you dirty things all day, tell you everything I know about sex... But touch one of your tits? No, that's going too far!
– Let me think, first make yourself masturbate and then see if I let you touch or not.
- You used to leave before. – I insisted without realizing I might be breaking one of my golden rules: don't overdo it.
- Before you didn't even have tits, pervert of my...Well, there's not much left before it ends, now that those breasts are out in the open I can't contain myself. – I interrupted him before he started getting angry. My gaze kept moving from his eyes to his pointed nipples. - Do you like seeing your older brother masturbating? You're just as perverted as me, even if you don't admit it...- I set up the situation so that he would talk to me and increase my excitement.
- I have to admit, I missed it, seeing my older brother with such an... attribute, touching himself while looking at me.
- Don't you want to join in before it's over?
- I don't know... not yet. – Except for our whispers, all that could be heard was my hand slapping my groin as if it were a rapid heartbeat:Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock...And a kiss for your brother isn't there? It wouldn't be anything new, a nice kiss between siblings.Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock...My heartbeats joined the drumming of my hand as my sweet sister settled in, aligning her mouth to mine and stretching out to kiss me. It wasn't like the previous goodnight peaks, that was a genuine kiss, lip to lip, tongue to tongue, saliva to saliva, stuck together and breathing each other's air. I savored myself with her mouth again, just as I used to, although it didn't have that little chocolatey flavor, the thrill of that kiss drove me wild to the point where I almost drowned in my lust. I wanted to prolong the kiss, a kiss she was also enjoying, given that she was exploring me with the same intensity with which I explored her. Sometimes my tongue would get tangled up like a viper against hers, sometimes it was hers that repeated the action with me, it must have been an obscene act to see our wet mouth, yet we always did it that way, with much sentiment just like those actors in that movie that so impacted us years ago. - I'm leaving, I'm leaving,Mmmhh, uh. – I was rubbing my lips against hers, drunk on the perfume of our mixed saliva while ejaculating with all possible force onto myself and everywhere. Even felt a thick and viscous drop fall heavily onto one breast as if it had been a projectile and the semen flowing out between my fingers like magma emerging from a volcanic eruption leaving me feeling miserable.
- I'll have to ask you for a little favor. – I said panting slightly, detecting the white and semi-transparent stains all over my body, feeling very dirty. A especially thick stream had fallen onto my groin and looked like melted pizza cheese. It would have been logical to go straight to the shower, but I had a better idea for stretching out the moment.
Majo, without needing me to tell him what it was about, got up and went back with the paper towel roll. – You won't clean me up, you're more experienced in that. – He said throwing the roll at me with a devilish smile, staying to watch me as I cleaned myself up.
- I don't have as much experience as you think, I always had somewhere to dump my... love fruit. – I explained after using about 3 towels and tossing them into the trash can next to my bed (missing the last one). - Is there anything left?
To my surprise, he lifted it and sniffed it timidly before the trash.
- What a little smell, it's like chlorine and something weird that I know what it might be.
Majo approached me (still looking at me with his four eyes, the pair on either side of his nose and the pair on his chest) and scrutinized my naked body with great attention. My semiflaccid penis still had some life left in it, and my sister couldn't help but look at it. Although she wasn't the only thing she noticed.
- I never knew why you used to get punished by Mom if you were already big enough to stop her belt or defend yourself. – She surprised me with her question when she saw a scar on my Ribs, small, horseshoe-shaped. – It tore my soul apart seeing you receive the blows and I felt guilty.
– Very simple. Because I felt that I deserved it, instead you didn't deserve any punishment.
Majo looked at me with a tender expression, turning her head slightly like a puppy trying to manipulate its master.
– What crazy person isn't? She wanted to raise saints and demons came out of them.
I couldn't agree more, whether I started it or she did, always one of us would invoke that feverish lust that characterized us so much and now, for the first time, we could let go without any obstacles. My sister went back to bed, not next to me, but slightly on top of me (with care not to touch my private parts) starting a second round of morning kisses, kissing me in a very sweet way.
There was no one who could see us, interrupt or punish us.
Loving Sister
We had lunch later than expected due to our morning romp-a-thon that stretched the morning until I was grateful I didn't have a job or schedules. Although I felt like kissing her freely, I ended up with the desire to see her magical fingers in action or another one of her interventionsDirectNevertheless, while we were cooking, we didn't stop adding fuel to the wild locomotive. - Have you taken some photos for them yet? Noe messaged me, says that subscribers are like 4-year-olds in a nursery, they get bored easily. – Mention her from behind, this time, without bad intentions, just to squeeze her skeleton. - Don't you see I'm cutting potatoes?! You're going to make me cut off my finger. – Yelled without offering resistance while lifting her up in the air with my bear hug. – And already saw that you took a photo of my butt and posted it without my permission, very bold of yours.
I think I did worse things. - Minimizing the conflict. - Capable if we take several photos today and with a complete nude, they'll be happy and we can take some days to rest, besides it could boost your account.
- Aren't we already resting enough? I mean, you forget that we're unemployed.
- I'm referring to sleeping together, waking up together, and very late. - I whispered in her ear. - Capable instead of looking at what I do, you want to join me.
Majo turned around still embracing me, facing my body with a face full of few friends.
- I already accepted this photo thing, we went back to kissing each other, doing our games, don't ask me to go from 1 to 100 in one day, brother, it's enough that you left me a whole bombshell all tangled up. - She replied with much reason. - Besides, it's like you forget that we're siblings, not even what happened this morning should have passed.
- Ah yes, post-morbid regrets, if I had those episodes. - I kept throwing cold towels at the issue. - I don't know why you resist so much if once I start triggering the camera or including you in my perversions you love it.
My hands embracing her back released her, to descend towards her buttocks, which were savory to the touch. Under a soft layer of breast tissue, there were flexible and worked muscles impossible to ignore.
- You know, just as you like my kisses, caresses, and ideas, you'll like all the things I'd do for you, beautiful girl.
With the excuse that the food was burning, she released herself from my close incestuous contact.
- I repeated with me: S-O-M-O-S-H-E-R-M-A-N-O-S... we're siblings. Don't mess around. - She finished with a disapproving look that I usually saw when I went too far. Despite knowing I was marking the limit, I decided to cross it.
- What does it matter, Majito? If we get along so well and love each other so much. - I said in a whisper looking at her eyes. - Believe me, I tried to resist as much as I could until imprisonment made me think of... new, I thought for a time that these things were part of the past, that it could be a kind of male nymphomania or something like that, those desires only lay hidden, waiting inside me to jump out again, taking control. - It's enough with the kisses, cuddles and photos, we shouldn't take it further, you know how it ends. Think about the scars. - How are we going to deprive ourselves of experiencing beautiful things if we're meant for that? You'd do so many things and all would be lovely… Tired, she took her food and left the kitchen, annoyed rolling her eyes, tried to apologize without doing it, it was very late, I had pulled the string so hard it snapped. I knew some words don't have take-backs, they're etched on the hard drive like stoneYou're going to like all the things I'd do for youandI'd do so many things and all lovely for youwere those kinds of words that are like tattoos in the mind; for life. During lunch I remained silent, shouting with my friend Noe aboutWhatatsappWithout my sister, who was pretending to watch TV, noticing my conversation. Majo was eating lunch without hurry and looked like she still had a good appetite, so I knew she wasn't as affected as she wanted to seem.
Before anything else, she praised me for using my professional camera and taking the time to introduce our account logos and website on the site, showing that we took it seriously and weren't casual or irregular exhibitionists. The site was full of girls who abused filters and selfie sticks, and I appreciated the natural and clear touch of my photos without any filter or forced position.
On the other hand...
- I can't believe you did it, you're one step away from becoming a Jaime Lannister. – She warned me as if she knew the truth. Until now, I only knew about the topless photo shoot, and I lied to her by saying it was the most uncomfortable experience of my life.
I had also seen the photos in underwear and pajamas that I had uploaded to her social media, obviously taken by someone else.
After getting upset for decorum's sake, as if to stay on the right side of the law, she encouraged me to keep taking photos with my characteristic quality not to lose subscribers and gain new ones. She talked about strategies that could help us, such as making direct videos and sending gift photos to new subscribers.
- One thing I always do at the beginning is celebrate the round numbers of subscribers by uploading a slightly hotter photo than normal, the first 10, the first 20, I'm almost there for 50.
- How many subscribers do you have?
- 42, with 50, I think I'll give them all a video of me doing a tremendous self-masturbation. – She confessed without vaseline. – With the first 10, I was so happy that it was the first time I sent an open photo of shrimp showing everything, then a little I regretted... Hasta that I pay haha. - Devils sir! – I said sending her a photo of the black guy from the movieAnd Where Are the Blondes?One of my most used memes with my friend Noelia, who usually gets it wrong somehow.
- You always answer with memes, if you were another type of friend I'd send something else. – She said leaving me hanging in the air without understanding what she wanted to say.
- I'll comment on your proposal. It's really invested in this after seeing the plate come out of the cash register. We're going to make a new session today.
- Take advantage whenever you can. You have to be ready, by the time they get to 10 you should have the gift ready... it's different for you, I don't know if you'll dare to photograph her pussy or open asshole to your sister, she might do it herself.If I knew we're getting closer and closer to a complete nakedness and making it delicious.I thought without writing it down. Although I had a lot of confidence in my friend, I only knew that we were two siblings raised together who got along very well and that in the roulette of life we hadn't been lucky with our parents. I never mentioned either our prohibited escapades or my sinful ideas. I didn't want to check how permissive she was or how much she could resist our friendship.
- Do you think if he gets bold enough to upload a complete nude can prices go up?
- Relax, it's like Schumacher in Formula 1! You made the count a few days ago and now you want to raise the price, don't steal the work from amateur girls who don't have Canon cameras and do what we can with...
- Come on, answer. – I cut her off abruptly without realizing I was laughing at the conversation in the chat. Majo gave me a look from few friends. - I'm serious.
- You can raise it a bit, not now, when you have more subscribers and as long as you don't lower the quality, I don't see it badly. I already told you that the quality of your photos adds many points, it's not asking for crazy things. Without offending, but Majito isn't Belle Delphine, Erica North, Hidori Rose or Blac Chyna... – I defended her without knowing who the ones she mentioned were (yes, excuse this boomer) and left myself exposed to ridicule.
- ApaI defend you like my girlfriend, you're so bold, degenerate! Does it seem to me or do you have genes from Santiago? It's better for you that you don't get lost or we'll give you a canceled one that the mirror won't even return your reflection to….
I was starting to fear that through my mistakes Noe would realize my true intentions and I decided to end the conversation by saying it was my turn to clean up and that his bad jokes were going to give me cancer. Call me macho, but humor seems to be a faculty almost exclusively of the male gender.
When we finished the conversation, we ate and took a nap before moving on to our third session, wondering if he would dare to go all the way naked. For this production, we had an element of surprise: a hula hoop that we bought at the sports store, as well as an item that was almost like a divine sign (as if some God blessed our actions).
- I'm already ready Gabo, does it look good on me?
- It looks like we made it for the account. Thinking you invented your ÁngeLolita nick in a rush and then we ran into that shirt...
- It was a sign, everything closes. The nickname, the muscular one, the color.
Before getting trapped in the elevator, we had bought the hula hoop and a very tight black muscle shirt from the same sports store that said Angeland it fit like a ring on her finger. Not just because of the coincidence with the nickname, but also because she had black shorts, tights, and socks that matched very well.
- It brought back memories when I did artistic gymnastics, I used to dress similarly. Hope I don't get embarrassed.
- Yesterday you did poses on one leg that gave me cramps just from watching them, you won't have problems.
- Don't forget that now I have company. – Twirling the hula hoop around her waist. - Shall we start?
- Of course, just let me put some music...
Low, so it wouldn't interfere but fill the silence in the room, I put my compilation of Rata Blanca's romantic themes, one of my favorite bands, a band I started listening to during my adolescence and whose love revived almost at the same time as my sister became a muse before my eyes. Although with Majo we were like oil and water when it came to music (one of the few issues that divided us from the start) we found common ground in Rata Blanca: they were a metal and heavy rock band that played in different intensities and usually had commercial tints and melodic themes just right for anyone, including my sister, who like many others fell under the charm of their ballads. My ex-girlfriends also liked Barilari's band and Walter Giardino, and I could listen to them with them without being criticized.
- Do you still have those records? – Surprised when I put my compilations on the old record player that I couldn't sell. - In the end, pirate records hold up a band.
- I take care of them like they're originals, they're the survivors of those surprise cleaning afternoons with mom. – Reminiscing without much charm when I would enter my room and discover that my heavy metal records and even Marvel comics were still therePunisherandGhost RiderThey had disappeared. - Don't worry, I'll put it low. - You know they don't bother me. – Okay. – At least the quietest ones. Describing the start of the session would be repetitive. I'm not a literature teacher to keep describing my sister's body without getting annoying. She was sexy, flexible, and her angelic face with a Lolita expression were absent for no second. The lunch fight was buried and nobody visited her funeral, Majo didn't seem to retain even a hint of that anger caused by my verbal outburst. On the team, song soundedLoving WomanThe theme that catapulted the group to fame and knew that Majo loved it.At dawn, your image disappears mysterious woman... You left in me total luxury, beautiful and sensual. Heart without God, give me a place in that warm, almost unreal world...While the photographer was taking our picture, we looked at each other's eyes and knew exactly what we were thinking.
- Do you remember that day, Gabo?
- Of course I do... although it was a night.
I had put on the same record and when I was listening to it for the second time, around midnight, a lustful lover came to visit me in her bare feet and pajamas, wrapping herself around me with a hug and almost kissing me immediately in bed. I whispered in her ear while caressing her brown hair that one day she would be my loving sister.
By then, it wasn't our first time sneaking around and we had so much experience doing it in secret as well as in silence. It was no longer just a game, a simple secret between siblings that broke the monotony of our lives by injecting addictive adrenaline into our forbidden kisses and caresses, which intensified with each passing moment at the rhythm of the music.
While the music transported our minds to the past, our bodies remained present, focused on the session. It was like two or three songs from Rata y Majo had already demonstrated their characteristic balance combined with hula-hoop management. I held it in the air with one leg lifted, above me like a gigantic angelic aura. Silencing that moment helped us energize the session and avoid both instructions and uncomfortable moments.
Without stopping and almost forgetting that I had to start undressing at some point, Majo anticipated my commands by taking off her leggings and short, leaving her in white underwear, generating a lot of contrast with the other clothes... as everyone knows, a smooth and white thong is an invitation to discover virginity, to make matters worse, she slipped into the ring like crossing a divine portal.
In the team it was ringing When the light darkensA theme that, although it wasn't a hit, was one of their best ballads, much slower and more melancholic than others, evoked an impossible love, a distance, a tragic relationship and fitted us perfectly (or at least we always believed so, since the true meaning of the song is unknown to us), as we always knew that our games would never go beyond that no matter how much we wanted.I wish today to turn back time to find that winter. And stop that moment where our bodies melted. But it's useless, you're so far awaywas my favorite part, and it was impossible for me to remember when we would snuggle up in the winter to keep warm or when we felt like we wouldn't be able to leave home so easily.
Our oppressive mother always slid into our house like a shadow, always on the lookout to scold us, reprimand us, and keep us busy with some irrelevant task. Over time, those moments alone made us feel free and we could deceive the eye that sees everything.
- I had forgotten that song. Why did you stop listening to them? They have very good songs. - She reproached me tenderly.
- Those things happen, it loses sense if I listen to them all the time. Even the most delicious chocolate gets old, with music it's the same, I prefer to bring them in lovely moments like this to bring some memories.
- Does this seem like a lovely moment to you? - She asked distracted and out of place for the first time (she stumbled a bit while spinning the hula hoop on her foot with one leg lifted).
- All my moments with you are the most lovely. Each song brings me a memory with you, and now, this theme is rewriting itself in my memory and will make me remember this session.
- For a moment I thought about depriving myself of this moment, then I thought it was a waste because late or soon this moment would come anyway.
- I realized I should have cut her off in the morning. It's not cool when I say that being locked up for so long didn't do me any good.
- Well, you could invite your friend Noe since we get along so well.
I noticed with ease a hint of jealousy in his tone, surely my laughter produced by our private conversation was passing through his head, no doubt he didn't like having secrets or whispers with someone else.
- I'm with who I want to be with, let's focus on us. - I said sincerely.
Noe would have burst out laughing at my poetical outbursts, Majo instead melted. She knew several weak points and knew when to exploit them. All those themes were a time machine to the past ready to make us travel once again, combined with the session, nudity, and our bodies so close, I knew that would be the sparks necessary for the fire.
- Then if you're going to rewrite your memory by this one as you said, let's make it special? Do you think?
- I'm listening. What do you have in mind? – I asked holding my breath, swallowing saliva, not knowing if I was mentally prepared.
- Calm down, it's nothing serious, I was just thinking about undressing. – And after staying there (I swear that no matter how often I saw her like this daily, the silly grin on my face wouldn't fade) she didn't stay there.
- Are you going to take everything off? I'm dying. – I whispered lowering the camera as she started to lower her underwear. – My God, I can't believe it.
- Aren't you forgetting something? And the photos? – She challenged me while standing sideways, with her legs closed and a ring spinning under one hand. – In the end, I took off my clothes like you wanted and didn't take any pictures.
- Sorry... I got... paralyzed. – I reacted seeing her from top to bottom three times. Although I had seen her naked years ago, it wasn't the same, not at all.
- What poses do you want me to make? – She asked with astonishing naturalness. – The only thing I ask is that you don't... expose me too much, try not to show me too much, let's keep it subtle for now.
Flat stomach, uniform skin tone that exuded sensuality, turned legs like those sculpted by a Renaissance artist and the unbeatable detail, impossible to ignore, the fruit of the dessert in any sculpture or painting of a naked body, her bare sex, with soft lips that, like that time when she saw it for the first time, still seemed like a neat cut of velvet ending in two gentle and small butterfly wings that were just starting to take flight and discreetly poking out in the center of her vagina.
And to top it off, without me telling her, she turned around showing me her beautiful gymnast's butt, hard, stuck, caramel point like I liked them. It was noticeable that he kept it erect and tight to reveal no more than necessary, yet his curved trench was a wonder of the modern world.
- And? Did you hear me? Try to make it so that the word pussy and asshole don't show up too quickly, let's go softcore, we'll keep adding detail photo by photo.
- Sorry, I got stuck... like... I think I suffered a mini-stroke. – I excused myself, turning my head as if bees were bothering me. – Whatever you say, Majito, let's take it slow. I know a full nude isn't easy; you took a big step.
- Big hope that's the number of subscribers. If I get like this for nothing, I'll die.
- The only one who can die at any moment is me, I can't believe how beautiful you are, sister.
- Don't start... already know you.
- I'm saying it, nothing more, you have a body that I don't know if the holy spirit didn't convive with. I don't know where you got your figure and metabolism from.
- It wasn't going to take much time until my groin decided to betray me and the cavernous body irrigated with my blood, ultimately, under my pants, my third leg was sliding under the fabric, everything was hard, it started getting stiff like a pirate's leg. A sign that I lacked a percentage of blood in my brain and it redistributed to my member was that I couldn't help but say silly things.
- The devil sculpted you, momma. – I said. – I'm going to have to buy a shotgun to chase away the vultures.
- You're going to hit yourself, I think. – He joked, making me laugh.
- With my hand trembling and my body's pulse out of control as if I were suffering an earthquake under my skin, I photographed my sister's naked body, seeing her in all her glory with the right lighting, both through the camera lens and with my own eyes. Every now and then, I'd lower the camera as if it were trying to deceive me, it was hard for me to understand such perfection.
- I suggested she go back to posing like at the beginning, only now that she's naked, her subscribers could go from a photo of her dressed to one of her undressed without interruptions, as if they had obtained the power of... X-ray vision. The leg of Majo conquered the air and without shame, revealed its totally exposed vagina before me like a flower opening its petals, making me relish... it could be my sister but with the morbidness coursing through my veins and the abstinence from confinement I wouldn't be able to control myself for much longer.
While I saw her lift her leg with the hoop, it was hard for me to stop focusing on her clean and exposed sex, drawing my eyes like a magnet draws metal spheres. On the radio, Barilari was singing:I want to drink from your essence so different, and understand what mine doesn't have. I'll break the night shouting your name until my voice reaches your heartAt least I felt like I wasn't the only one who wanted to dive into that forbidden cave. Like a satellite, I moved around her taking pictures of her body without exposing too much. For now, no close-ups, I wanted her to feel comfortable with her bold session. So she could enjoy her nudity and have her vagina on display, it had to be more than enough... for now.
In a moment I started photographing her delicious bulging backside and Majo reminded me: - Look, I don't want them to see what you know. At least not now, if they want to see the little hole, let them pay for it. - Don't worry, in that pose you're casting a shadow and it's not visible. – I said without stopping to trigger and really annoyed by my erection. Speaking clearly, I had never seen her asshole open before and just imagining it was blowing my head.
I apologize in advance, but you have a precious tiny ass. – I expressed myself without being able to contain it.
- And with diminutives. Dogs have tiny asses, I have an ass. – She corrected me.
- Tremendous ass? Do you like that?
- Don't talk to me like a peasant... - She retorted, shaking her head.
Although we always fell into that hysterical state in which María José would reprimand me if I said something rough, but she also took the initiative and undressed, or reminded me that she was my sister and I had to behave like one, only to visit me in bed, that afternoon my sister seemed to enjoy tempting me like never before.
A sparkle in her gaze that, as if challenging me, did not stop scrutinizing me, a picaresque smile and a bodily language that screamedCatch me like a crazy personThey kept telling me I was putting myself to the test, and it seemed like I would be delaying.
- Do you know how hard it's costing me to take pictures in this state? – I said, taking the erect bundle roughly and shaking it a bit. – It's costing me too much concentration with such an erection.
- Want to take a break to go to the bathroom? – She got all sulky and lowered her gaze.
- I have another idea.
I left the camera and approached her without stopping looking at her, and once in front of her, Majo was the one who wrapped me up in the hula hula, passing it over me. At that distance, our bodies almost connected. Looking down, I saw my erection almost brushing against hers, as well as her wonderful nipples. After she said we were protected inside the hula hula, she kissed me with passion.
When our lips and my hands met her bare hip on the radio, the chorus of ... played.Nothing is easy without your lovewhat was saying:Never forget, fragile woman, that I carry your perfume on my skin. Sweet traveler, suffocate me again on your chest...and after savoring her lips wrapped around her, feeling the friction of the ring on my body when she wrapped herself around me in her arms, I descended to taste her nipples.AhBrother, don't... don't do it. – She whispered after a gasp when my mouth connected to her tit for kissing. I felt the softness of her breast as I sank into it and squeezed it with my lips in a kiss that didn't take long to turn into suction.Ah, ah, ah, ah...I sucked her precious nipples with my lips and licked them as I always wanted, like a kid doing regression, stretching her small mastoids and leaving them erect and shiny after the passage of my lustful lips.
After taking care of one, I went to the other, always under her attentive and maternal gaze, which watched me suckle her nipple with great attention, occasionally closing my eyes to let myself be carried away by the sensation of her brother sucking her tit.
- Beautiful breasts, I love them. - I said before returning to kiss her mouth in an obscene tongue kiss that had as its final goal avoiding her from reacting to what I was going to do. - Now your older brother is going to make you feel things yummy? Do you let him?
My hands, firm on her hip, rubbing against her skin with movements that followed her circumference but didn't go up or down, anxiously ran along until my skilled hand stopped at about a few centimeters from her vulva, and her flat and firm belly, like a fierce beast ready to leap into glory before it.
- Do you know this has no return? Don't?
- Listen and you'll have your answer:
As if everything were a Soviet precision choreography, the dwarf Barilari sang justly:Leave thinking about dark things alone, surrender, without looking at what will happen. You can leave fear of failure far behind and only then enjoy what's to come...Majo didn't say yes or no, instead she put her heels on and kissed me while my hand, digging grooves into her skin with the pads, descended until it reached her exquisite vagina.
Continues...Thanks for reading, I'm leaving on the best note, I know it does, but that means one thing: The next chapter is going to start off really high. Chapter by chapter we're leaving behind anecdotes from the past and hysterics to dive headfirst into their new adventures. If you like it, I'd appreciate points, comments or any detail that shows you're interested in the story. Also, I listen to ideas or suggestions.
Previous chapters: Chapter 1:http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/4020235/El-Onlyfans-de-mi-Hermana.htmlChapter 2:http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/4027496/El-Onlyfans-de-mi-Hermana-Parte-2.htmlChapter 3:http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/4041501/El-Onlyfans-de-mi-Hermana-Parte-3.html
The photographs Gabriel takes are shown intermediately, along with some occasional surprises like it was a photo-novel. If in the previous chapter I focused on a movie they saw (I like telling stories within the story) to tell how it all started, in this one we'll explore another episode from their past, although decorated by music. Each time we get closer to the point where not a single stone will be left unturned and only the present of these two brothers will remain.
The muse of this story is Ukrainian Alexandra KrohaI work for various companies such as Met-Art, Teen Funs, 18 Only Girls or Fleexy Teens, under the pseudonyms ofIsabella Kalinka, Isabella A, Grace, Mary... was born in 1988, 1.65 meters tall and measures 87-64-90.
Scars
Once the lights went out and our bodies eager for sensations came together under the sheets, I prepared to sleep by wrapping my body around my own sister, making a sweet little cake against the tiny ass of María José, which received my arm over her with a kiss on my wrist. Next to her warmth, I found an unusual sensation of tranquility that I didn't find with anyone else; she, despite being my sister, seemed to have been born with the enchantment to calm down that lustful beast within me and at the same time, to awaken it.
The wrongness of my actions was proportional to the pleasure it gave me, like an addiction to the forbidden or a weakness for her adolescent charm superior to any moral or decency I had been inculcated with.
However, we weren't alone and played with the fire of inquisition every time we slept together.
- Oh, sleeping with your sister again, degenerate donkey! - My mother burst into our paradise with her surprise entrance and despite being twenty years old, didn't tremble to agitate her belt with buckles like an Egyptian slave owner. She had a heavy copper buckle like a horseshoe, I knew it well and would never forget it.
- AahhhWhat's going on?! – Majo startled herself, jumping almost to the point of falling off the bed. Unfortunately for my poor luck, I had nothing on from the waist up and that only added to our mother's anger when she noticed we were sleeping together, making a mess, with my developing breasts exposed in the air. Back then, I had more nipple than anything else.
- By all the heavens, take me away, you're sick, you undressed her again!
- She told me I had a nightmare! We were just sleeping! - I excused myself horrified by her fiery eyes and hair, trying to dodge the belt without success, receiving the beating with the buckle several times until I could escape the room.
- You'll give me degenerate nightmare of shit! Come here, it's the last time you sleep with your sister! – She chased me down the hallway, trying to beat me until the stairs, where, in my stumble, I tripped and fell without being able to stop myself, interminably until I crashed. The stairs seemed to stretch out, adding steps as I was falling...
- Just when I surprised the wooden floor, I woke up startled, opening my eyes in my dark room. As if it were a ghost capable of traveling between dimensions to torment me in dreams, my mother beat me with a nightmare that reproached my lifestyle in all its rules. Majo slept like a queen beside me.
- Smiling at having gotten away with it, I finally clung to my sister and caressed her flat, naked belly while leaning my body against hers to sleep together after so long. Unlike mine, her body had no scars from my mother's physical punishment. Instead, that demonic buckle had left some marks on my body that I still kept: two on my back, one on the flank of my torso under the armpit and one on my left buttock.
- Not a hundred nightmares will make me deny this, little sister... - I whispered, kissing her neck repeatedly. - MmmmnnnLet me sleep Gabo... that's it or I'll leave. – She threatened me pitifully when I raised my hand, caressing her breasts over the pajamas, although instead of threatening to leave, she pushed her body against mine to embed herself even more in me. I could have buried my nose in her hair and breathed in the perfume of her hair, so exquisite.
- It's not my fault if you've become so beautiful, little boy. – I whispered.
- Enough Gabo, sleep for a bit longer.
Touched, trusting my biological clock whose hands should be pointing to 3 or 4 am, I gave in and was surprised that it didn't cost me anything to fall back asleep again. Although I could trust my biological clock, I couldn't trust my biological erection. Three hours later, I was like a lead pipe and on top of that, stuck to Majó's pompous Booty.
- Well, this wouldn't be the first time I do this.
With my sister still asleep, I opened her pajamas a bit to see her voluminous Booty, still under the childish and worn-out pajama. It looked like a delicacy. With just the right delicacy not to wake her up, I pulled it back out to leave her in underwear. As I had seen during the previous session, she had delicious gymnast's buttocks, hard on the inside and in good shape, I had noticed all those characteristics during the night with my almost continuous support.
My left arm was almost numb but my right one was ready for action, and seeing that precious familiar delicacy, I started to play with myself over the underwear. It wasn't necessary; I already had a hard-on like Booty of a dinosaur. Still, to indulge myself, I stretched out to catch my cell phone and take a picture of those buttocks that were screaming for the most immoral actions.
- This one's going straight toOnlyfans... by God that good ass, how I would like to see it naked.Knock, knock, knock, knock, knockI started masturbating without hurry or pause after spitting on my hand, moistening the venous trunk while watching my sister perform her first movements after several minutes of being motionless. Something told me she was starting to realize what was happening.
I had never masturbated before with my sister asleep beside me, but it had been a different story when she was awake: letting her see me adjust myself was part of our first erotic games. She loved it and that morning wasn't an exception. She got up all disheveled, with her pajamas stuck to her body and wrinkled like a discarded notebook page.
You've grown quite a bit.
It wasn't a question; she noticed at the first glance after brushing her hair out of her face and didn't stop making me feel more confident. It seemed that morning we would both be pulling the rope of perversion together until it broke.
Well, I think since the last time you saw it, there are two or three years left before it reaches its full stretch. I said without stopping to tease her in front of her, opening myself up for her to see. The window light illuminated her perfectly, maybe better than ever before, since she had always shown it to me with scarce lighting.
How long does it exactly measure? she asked very interested.
I don't remember the last time I measured it; measuring yourself every now and then is for insecure people.
You thought you were going to say you needed a metric tape or couldn't count miles.
Leave the jokes to Noah, love.
Can I measure it for you? she asked, provoking me into a spin. Almost with my heart stopped, I nodded like those toy dogs in taxis. Majo got up and left my room in her pajamas to look for a ruler. I took advantage of her momentary absence to pull down my pants and take off my shirt... my heart was beating like a hummingbird's with the sole idea that my sister would leave her voyeuristic position.
See, you've gotten comfortable. She said, looking at me with my whole tail erect. without touching it.
- I had to stop or the tears would have been streaming down my face. – I apologized. - Do you want to join me?
- Don't get your hopes up, I just want to know how long it is, that's all.
María José approached me, crawling across the bed, bringing my cock within a few centimeters of her face. Before she could put the ruler away, I realized she had one long enough not to fit in her mouth, and quite large for her face. Before we started, she looked at me without missing a detail and let out a little laugh.
- What are you waiting for? You can touch it to measure it.
- I don't want to touch it, it's too bold.
- Okay, I'll put it in place and you can measure it. – I accepted without pressuring her, wanting everything to happen naturally, without forcing her. If Majo wanted something to happen, it wouldn't be by bullying me, I wanted to seduce her with all my might, and the size of my member and my naked body were my heavy artillery.
- 17, no, 18 and a half. It's very good, I suppose. – I dictated while supporting the ruler from the base of my cock and seeing how far the inflamed glans extended. – I read on a Facebook publication that the average in our country is 14 and a half, although you know how those Facebook publications are.
- Neither do I think I'm overgifted nor do I think anyone would find it too small. – I expressed without analyzing the surreal situation of being naked under my sister and holding a school ruler. – If they don't feel like it or think it's too small, that's not my fault, after all, they're supposed to have a vagina, not a witch's cauldron.
Majo laughed and, distracted, slipped over my cock, getting stuck between my belly and her body.
- It isn't. It's no mania. – She confirmed, reincorporating herself without any shame. – I'm not an expert, I've always seen yours, and some in models and internet photos, it seems very good to me.
- Thanks, you're a love. – Retuming to masturbation. - Do you mind if I keep going? It's very uncomfortable walking around with my anaconda vertical.
- Of course, you have to put the beast to sleep or you'll run out of blood in brain. – It followed the current with all its charm.
- Don't mock your younger brother, I mean Gabito Jr, he's so big he has his own ID. The doctors consider him almost a Siamese twin.
- That's why we never travel, you have to pay for the monster of Loch Ness separately.
- If you keep making me laugh, I won't finish.
– I warned without stopping to caress the featherless goose, holding it up so close to me that I felt like rubbing it against her and giving a header.
– Then I'll have to give you a little help. – To my surprise, Majo took off his pajamas, releasing his tits, which I devoured with my gaze immediately, and she lay down beside me again once more.
- Don't touch or I'm leaving, pervert.
It was the third consecutive day I'd seen her tits, no doubt the old times had returned in all their glory, knowing her strong character (although never going further than what she wanted) wasn't going to force it, one of the secrets to being the pervert of the year, conforming to scraps and valuing them as banquets, even if they're just scraps, knowing that tomorrow I'll get more...
- Do you know I'm not a stalker? I mean, I can take your naked pictures, jerk off in front of you, tell you dirty things all day, tell you everything I know about sex... But touch one of your tits? No, that's going too far!
– Let me think, first make yourself masturbate and then see if I let you touch or not.
- You used to leave before. – I insisted without realizing I might be breaking one of my golden rules: don't overdo it.
- Before you didn't even have tits, pervert of my...Well, there's not much left before it ends, now that those breasts are out in the open I can't contain myself. – I interrupted him before he started getting angry. My gaze kept moving from his eyes to his pointed nipples. - Do you like seeing your older brother masturbating? You're just as perverted as me, even if you don't admit it...- I set up the situation so that he would talk to me and increase my excitement.
- I have to admit, I missed it, seeing my older brother with such an... attribute, touching himself while looking at me.
- Don't you want to join in before it's over?
- I don't know... not yet. – Except for our whispers, all that could be heard was my hand slapping my groin as if it were a rapid heartbeat:Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock...And a kiss for your brother isn't there? It wouldn't be anything new, a nice kiss between siblings.Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock...My heartbeats joined the drumming of my hand as my sweet sister settled in, aligning her mouth to mine and stretching out to kiss me. It wasn't like the previous goodnight peaks, that was a genuine kiss, lip to lip, tongue to tongue, saliva to saliva, stuck together and breathing each other's air. I savored myself with her mouth again, just as I used to, although it didn't have that little chocolatey flavor, the thrill of that kiss drove me wild to the point where I almost drowned in my lust. I wanted to prolong the kiss, a kiss she was also enjoying, given that she was exploring me with the same intensity with which I explored her. Sometimes my tongue would get tangled up like a viper against hers, sometimes it was hers that repeated the action with me, it must have been an obscene act to see our wet mouth, yet we always did it that way, with much sentiment just like those actors in that movie that so impacted us years ago. - I'm leaving, I'm leaving,Mmmhh, uh. – I was rubbing my lips against hers, drunk on the perfume of our mixed saliva while ejaculating with all possible force onto myself and everywhere. Even felt a thick and viscous drop fall heavily onto one breast as if it had been a projectile and the semen flowing out between my fingers like magma emerging from a volcanic eruption leaving me feeling miserable.
- I'll have to ask you for a little favor. – I said panting slightly, detecting the white and semi-transparent stains all over my body, feeling very dirty. A especially thick stream had fallen onto my groin and looked like melted pizza cheese. It would have been logical to go straight to the shower, but I had a better idea for stretching out the moment.
Majo, without needing me to tell him what it was about, got up and went back with the paper towel roll. – You won't clean me up, you're more experienced in that. – He said throwing the roll at me with a devilish smile, staying to watch me as I cleaned myself up.
- I don't have as much experience as you think, I always had somewhere to dump my... love fruit. – I explained after using about 3 towels and tossing them into the trash can next to my bed (missing the last one). - Is there anything left?
To my surprise, he lifted it and sniffed it timidly before the trash.
- What a little smell, it's like chlorine and something weird that I know what it might be.
Majo approached me (still looking at me with his four eyes, the pair on either side of his nose and the pair on his chest) and scrutinized my naked body with great attention. My semiflaccid penis still had some life left in it, and my sister couldn't help but look at it. Although she wasn't the only thing she noticed.
- I never knew why you used to get punished by Mom if you were already big enough to stop her belt or defend yourself. – She surprised me with her question when she saw a scar on my Ribs, small, horseshoe-shaped. – It tore my soul apart seeing you receive the blows and I felt guilty.
– Very simple. Because I felt that I deserved it, instead you didn't deserve any punishment.
Majo looked at me with a tender expression, turning her head slightly like a puppy trying to manipulate its master.
– What crazy person isn't? She wanted to raise saints and demons came out of them.
I couldn't agree more, whether I started it or she did, always one of us would invoke that feverish lust that characterized us so much and now, for the first time, we could let go without any obstacles. My sister went back to bed, not next to me, but slightly on top of me (with care not to touch my private parts) starting a second round of morning kisses, kissing me in a very sweet way.
There was no one who could see us, interrupt or punish us.
Loving Sister
We had lunch later than expected due to our morning romp-a-thon that stretched the morning until I was grateful I didn't have a job or schedules. Although I felt like kissing her freely, I ended up with the desire to see her magical fingers in action or another one of her interventionsDirectNevertheless, while we were cooking, we didn't stop adding fuel to the wild locomotive. - Have you taken some photos for them yet? Noe messaged me, says that subscribers are like 4-year-olds in a nursery, they get bored easily. – Mention her from behind, this time, without bad intentions, just to squeeze her skeleton. - Don't you see I'm cutting potatoes?! You're going to make me cut off my finger. – Yelled without offering resistance while lifting her up in the air with my bear hug. – And already saw that you took a photo of my butt and posted it without my permission, very bold of yours.
I think I did worse things. - Minimizing the conflict. - Capable if we take several photos today and with a complete nude, they'll be happy and we can take some days to rest, besides it could boost your account.- Aren't we already resting enough? I mean, you forget that we're unemployed.
- I'm referring to sleeping together, waking up together, and very late. - I whispered in her ear. - Capable instead of looking at what I do, you want to join me.
Majo turned around still embracing me, facing my body with a face full of few friends.
- I already accepted this photo thing, we went back to kissing each other, doing our games, don't ask me to go from 1 to 100 in one day, brother, it's enough that you left me a whole bombshell all tangled up. - She replied with much reason. - Besides, it's like you forget that we're siblings, not even what happened this morning should have passed.
- Ah yes, post-morbid regrets, if I had those episodes. - I kept throwing cold towels at the issue. - I don't know why you resist so much if once I start triggering the camera or including you in my perversions you love it.
My hands embracing her back released her, to descend towards her buttocks, which were savory to the touch. Under a soft layer of breast tissue, there were flexible and worked muscles impossible to ignore.
- You know, just as you like my kisses, caresses, and ideas, you'll like all the things I'd do for you, beautiful girl.
With the excuse that the food was burning, she released herself from my close incestuous contact.
- I repeated with me: S-O-M-O-S-H-E-R-M-A-N-O-S... we're siblings. Don't mess around. - She finished with a disapproving look that I usually saw when I went too far. Despite knowing I was marking the limit, I decided to cross it.
- What does it matter, Majito? If we get along so well and love each other so much. - I said in a whisper looking at her eyes. - Believe me, I tried to resist as much as I could until imprisonment made me think of... new, I thought for a time that these things were part of the past, that it could be a kind of male nymphomania or something like that, those desires only lay hidden, waiting inside me to jump out again, taking control. - It's enough with the kisses, cuddles and photos, we shouldn't take it further, you know how it ends. Think about the scars. - How are we going to deprive ourselves of experiencing beautiful things if we're meant for that? You'd do so many things and all would be lovely… Tired, she took her food and left the kitchen, annoyed rolling her eyes, tried to apologize without doing it, it was very late, I had pulled the string so hard it snapped. I knew some words don't have take-backs, they're etched on the hard drive like stoneYou're going to like all the things I'd do for youandI'd do so many things and all lovely for youwere those kinds of words that are like tattoos in the mind; for life. During lunch I remained silent, shouting with my friend Noe aboutWhatatsappWithout my sister, who was pretending to watch TV, noticing my conversation. Majo was eating lunch without hurry and looked like she still had a good appetite, so I knew she wasn't as affected as she wanted to seem.
Before anything else, she praised me for using my professional camera and taking the time to introduce our account logos and website on the site, showing that we took it seriously and weren't casual or irregular exhibitionists. The site was full of girls who abused filters and selfie sticks, and I appreciated the natural and clear touch of my photos without any filter or forced position.
On the other hand...
- I can't believe you did it, you're one step away from becoming a Jaime Lannister. – She warned me as if she knew the truth. Until now, I only knew about the topless photo shoot, and I lied to her by saying it was the most uncomfortable experience of my life.
I had also seen the photos in underwear and pajamas that I had uploaded to her social media, obviously taken by someone else.
After getting upset for decorum's sake, as if to stay on the right side of the law, she encouraged me to keep taking photos with my characteristic quality not to lose subscribers and gain new ones. She talked about strategies that could help us, such as making direct videos and sending gift photos to new subscribers.
- One thing I always do at the beginning is celebrate the round numbers of subscribers by uploading a slightly hotter photo than normal, the first 10, the first 20, I'm almost there for 50.
- How many subscribers do you have?
- 42, with 50, I think I'll give them all a video of me doing a tremendous self-masturbation. – She confessed without vaseline. – With the first 10, I was so happy that it was the first time I sent an open photo of shrimp showing everything, then a little I regretted... Hasta that I pay haha. - Devils sir! – I said sending her a photo of the black guy from the movieAnd Where Are the Blondes?One of my most used memes with my friend Noelia, who usually gets it wrong somehow.
- You always answer with memes, if you were another type of friend I'd send something else. – She said leaving me hanging in the air without understanding what she wanted to say.
- I'll comment on your proposal. It's really invested in this after seeing the plate come out of the cash register. We're going to make a new session today.
- Take advantage whenever you can. You have to be ready, by the time they get to 10 you should have the gift ready... it's different for you, I don't know if you'll dare to photograph her pussy or open asshole to your sister, she might do it herself.If I knew we're getting closer and closer to a complete nakedness and making it delicious.I thought without writing it down. Although I had a lot of confidence in my friend, I only knew that we were two siblings raised together who got along very well and that in the roulette of life we hadn't been lucky with our parents. I never mentioned either our prohibited escapades or my sinful ideas. I didn't want to check how permissive she was or how much she could resist our friendship.
- Do you think if he gets bold enough to upload a complete nude can prices go up?
- Relax, it's like Schumacher in Formula 1! You made the count a few days ago and now you want to raise the price, don't steal the work from amateur girls who don't have Canon cameras and do what we can with...
- Come on, answer. – I cut her off abruptly without realizing I was laughing at the conversation in the chat. Majo gave me a look from few friends. - I'm serious.
- You can raise it a bit, not now, when you have more subscribers and as long as you don't lower the quality, I don't see it badly. I already told you that the quality of your photos adds many points, it's not asking for crazy things. Without offending, but Majito isn't Belle Delphine, Erica North, Hidori Rose or Blac Chyna... – I defended her without knowing who the ones she mentioned were (yes, excuse this boomer) and left myself exposed to ridicule.
- ApaI defend you like my girlfriend, you're so bold, degenerate! Does it seem to me or do you have genes from Santiago? It's better for you that you don't get lost or we'll give you a canceled one that the mirror won't even return your reflection to….
I was starting to fear that through my mistakes Noe would realize my true intentions and I decided to end the conversation by saying it was my turn to clean up and that his bad jokes were going to give me cancer. Call me macho, but humor seems to be a faculty almost exclusively of the male gender.
When we finished the conversation, we ate and took a nap before moving on to our third session, wondering if he would dare to go all the way naked. For this production, we had an element of surprise: a hula hoop that we bought at the sports store, as well as an item that was almost like a divine sign (as if some God blessed our actions).
- I'm already ready Gabo, does it look good on me?
- It looks like we made it for the account. Thinking you invented your ÁngeLolita nick in a rush and then we ran into that shirt...
- It was a sign, everything closes. The nickname, the muscular one, the color.
Before getting trapped in the elevator, we had bought the hula hoop and a very tight black muscle shirt from the same sports store that said Angeland it fit like a ring on her finger. Not just because of the coincidence with the nickname, but also because she had black shorts, tights, and socks that matched very well.
- It brought back memories when I did artistic gymnastics, I used to dress similarly. Hope I don't get embarrassed.
- Yesterday you did poses on one leg that gave me cramps just from watching them, you won't have problems.
- Don't forget that now I have company. – Twirling the hula hoop around her waist. - Shall we start?
- Of course, just let me put some music...
Low, so it wouldn't interfere but fill the silence in the room, I put my compilation of Rata Blanca's romantic themes, one of my favorite bands, a band I started listening to during my adolescence and whose love revived almost at the same time as my sister became a muse before my eyes. Although with Majo we were like oil and water when it came to music (one of the few issues that divided us from the start) we found common ground in Rata Blanca: they were a metal and heavy rock band that played in different intensities and usually had commercial tints and melodic themes just right for anyone, including my sister, who like many others fell under the charm of their ballads. My ex-girlfriends also liked Barilari's band and Walter Giardino, and I could listen to them with them without being criticized.
- Do you still have those records? – Surprised when I put my compilations on the old record player that I couldn't sell. - In the end, pirate records hold up a band.
- I take care of them like they're originals, they're the survivors of those surprise cleaning afternoons with mom. – Reminiscing without much charm when I would enter my room and discover that my heavy metal records and even Marvel comics were still therePunisherandGhost RiderThey had disappeared. - Don't worry, I'll put it low. - You know they don't bother me. – Okay. – At least the quietest ones. Describing the start of the session would be repetitive. I'm not a literature teacher to keep describing my sister's body without getting annoying. She was sexy, flexible, and her angelic face with a Lolita expression were absent for no second. The lunch fight was buried and nobody visited her funeral, Majo didn't seem to retain even a hint of that anger caused by my verbal outburst. On the team, song soundedLoving WomanThe theme that catapulted the group to fame and knew that Majo loved it.At dawn, your image disappears mysterious woman... You left in me total luxury, beautiful and sensual. Heart without God, give me a place in that warm, almost unreal world...While the photographer was taking our picture, we looked at each other's eyes and knew exactly what we were thinking.
- Do you remember that day, Gabo?
- Of course I do... although it was a night.
I had put on the same record and when I was listening to it for the second time, around midnight, a lustful lover came to visit me in her bare feet and pajamas, wrapping herself around me with a hug and almost kissing me immediately in bed. I whispered in her ear while caressing her brown hair that one day she would be my loving sister.
By then, it wasn't our first time sneaking around and we had so much experience doing it in secret as well as in silence. It was no longer just a game, a simple secret between siblings that broke the monotony of our lives by injecting addictive adrenaline into our forbidden kisses and caresses, which intensified with each passing moment at the rhythm of the music.
While the music transported our minds to the past, our bodies remained present, focused on the session. It was like two or three songs from Rata y Majo had already demonstrated their characteristic balance combined with hula-hoop management. I held it in the air with one leg lifted, above me like a gigantic angelic aura. Silencing that moment helped us energize the session and avoid both instructions and uncomfortable moments.
Without stopping and almost forgetting that I had to start undressing at some point, Majo anticipated my commands by taking off her leggings and short, leaving her in white underwear, generating a lot of contrast with the other clothes... as everyone knows, a smooth and white thong is an invitation to discover virginity, to make matters worse, she slipped into the ring like crossing a divine portal.In the team it was ringing When the light darkensA theme that, although it wasn't a hit, was one of their best ballads, much slower and more melancholic than others, evoked an impossible love, a distance, a tragic relationship and fitted us perfectly (or at least we always believed so, since the true meaning of the song is unknown to us), as we always knew that our games would never go beyond that no matter how much we wanted.I wish today to turn back time to find that winter. And stop that moment where our bodies melted. But it's useless, you're so far awaywas my favorite part, and it was impossible for me to remember when we would snuggle up in the winter to keep warm or when we felt like we wouldn't be able to leave home so easily.Our oppressive mother always slid into our house like a shadow, always on the lookout to scold us, reprimand us, and keep us busy with some irrelevant task. Over time, those moments alone made us feel free and we could deceive the eye that sees everything.
- I had forgotten that song. Why did you stop listening to them? They have very good songs. - She reproached me tenderly.
- Those things happen, it loses sense if I listen to them all the time. Even the most delicious chocolate gets old, with music it's the same, I prefer to bring them in lovely moments like this to bring some memories.
- Does this seem like a lovely moment to you? - She asked distracted and out of place for the first time (she stumbled a bit while spinning the hula hoop on her foot with one leg lifted).
- All my moments with you are the most lovely. Each song brings me a memory with you, and now, this theme is rewriting itself in my memory and will make me remember this session.
- For a moment I thought about depriving myself of this moment, then I thought it was a waste because late or soon this moment would come anyway.
- I realized I should have cut her off in the morning. It's not cool when I say that being locked up for so long didn't do me any good.
- Well, you could invite your friend Noe since we get along so well.
I noticed with ease a hint of jealousy in his tone, surely my laughter produced by our private conversation was passing through his head, no doubt he didn't like having secrets or whispers with someone else.
- I'm with who I want to be with, let's focus on us. - I said sincerely.
Noe would have burst out laughing at my poetical outbursts, Majo instead melted. She knew several weak points and knew when to exploit them. All those themes were a time machine to the past ready to make us travel once again, combined with the session, nudity, and our bodies so close, I knew that would be the sparks necessary for the fire.
- Then if you're going to rewrite your memory by this one as you said, let's make it special? Do you think?
- I'm listening. What do you have in mind? – I asked holding my breath, swallowing saliva, not knowing if I was mentally prepared.
- Calm down, it's nothing serious, I was just thinking about undressing. – And after staying there (I swear that no matter how often I saw her like this daily, the silly grin on my face wouldn't fade) she didn't stay there.
- Are you going to take everything off? I'm dying. – I whispered lowering the camera as she started to lower her underwear. – My God, I can't believe it.
- Aren't you forgetting something? And the photos? – She challenged me while standing sideways, with her legs closed and a ring spinning under one hand. – In the end, I took off my clothes like you wanted and didn't take any pictures.
- Sorry... I got... paralyzed. – I reacted seeing her from top to bottom three times. Although I had seen her naked years ago, it wasn't the same, not at all.
- What poses do you want me to make? – She asked with astonishing naturalness. – The only thing I ask is that you don't... expose me too much, try not to show me too much, let's keep it subtle for now.
Flat stomach, uniform skin tone that exuded sensuality, turned legs like those sculpted by a Renaissance artist and the unbeatable detail, impossible to ignore, the fruit of the dessert in any sculpture or painting of a naked body, her bare sex, with soft lips that, like that time when she saw it for the first time, still seemed like a neat cut of velvet ending in two gentle and small butterfly wings that were just starting to take flight and discreetly poking out in the center of her vagina.
And to top it off, without me telling her, she turned around showing me her beautiful gymnast's butt, hard, stuck, caramel point like I liked them. It was noticeable that he kept it erect and tight to reveal no more than necessary, yet his curved trench was a wonder of the modern world.
- And? Did you hear me? Try to make it so that the word pussy and asshole don't show up too quickly, let's go softcore, we'll keep adding detail photo by photo.- Sorry, I got stuck... like... I think I suffered a mini-stroke. – I excused myself, turning my head as if bees were bothering me. – Whatever you say, Majito, let's take it slow. I know a full nude isn't easy; you took a big step.
- Big hope that's the number of subscribers. If I get like this for nothing, I'll die.
- The only one who can die at any moment is me, I can't believe how beautiful you are, sister.
- Don't start... already know you.
- I'm saying it, nothing more, you have a body that I don't know if the holy spirit didn't convive with. I don't know where you got your figure and metabolism from.
- It wasn't going to take much time until my groin decided to betray me and the cavernous body irrigated with my blood, ultimately, under my pants, my third leg was sliding under the fabric, everything was hard, it started getting stiff like a pirate's leg. A sign that I lacked a percentage of blood in my brain and it redistributed to my member was that I couldn't help but say silly things.
- The devil sculpted you, momma. – I said. – I'm going to have to buy a shotgun to chase away the vultures.
- You're going to hit yourself, I think. – He joked, making me laugh.
- With my hand trembling and my body's pulse out of control as if I were suffering an earthquake under my skin, I photographed my sister's naked body, seeing her in all her glory with the right lighting, both through the camera lens and with my own eyes. Every now and then, I'd lower the camera as if it were trying to deceive me, it was hard for me to understand such perfection.
- I suggested she go back to posing like at the beginning, only now that she's naked, her subscribers could go from a photo of her dressed to one of her undressed without interruptions, as if they had obtained the power of... X-ray vision. The leg of Majo conquered the air and without shame, revealed its totally exposed vagina before me like a flower opening its petals, making me relish... it could be my sister but with the morbidness coursing through my veins and the abstinence from confinement I wouldn't be able to control myself for much longer.
While I saw her lift her leg with the hoop, it was hard for me to stop focusing on her clean and exposed sex, drawing my eyes like a magnet draws metal spheres. On the radio, Barilari was singing:I want to drink from your essence so different, and understand what mine doesn't have. I'll break the night shouting your name until my voice reaches your heartAt least I felt like I wasn't the only one who wanted to dive into that forbidden cave. Like a satellite, I moved around her taking pictures of her body without exposing too much. For now, no close-ups, I wanted her to feel comfortable with her bold session. So she could enjoy her nudity and have her vagina on display, it had to be more than enough... for now.In a moment I started photographing her delicious bulging backside and Majo reminded me: - Look, I don't want them to see what you know. At least not now, if they want to see the little hole, let them pay for it. - Don't worry, in that pose you're casting a shadow and it's not visible. – I said without stopping to trigger and really annoyed by my erection. Speaking clearly, I had never seen her asshole open before and just imagining it was blowing my head.I apologize in advance, but you have a precious tiny ass. – I expressed myself without being able to contain it.- And with diminutives. Dogs have tiny asses, I have an ass. – She corrected me.
- Tremendous ass? Do you like that?
- Don't talk to me like a peasant... - She retorted, shaking her head.
Although we always fell into that hysterical state in which María José would reprimand me if I said something rough, but she also took the initiative and undressed, or reminded me that she was my sister and I had to behave like one, only to visit me in bed, that afternoon my sister seemed to enjoy tempting me like never before.
A sparkle in her gaze that, as if challenging me, did not stop scrutinizing me, a picaresque smile and a bodily language that screamedCatch me like a crazy personThey kept telling me I was putting myself to the test, and it seemed like I would be delaying.
- Do you know how hard it's costing me to take pictures in this state? – I said, taking the erect bundle roughly and shaking it a bit. – It's costing me too much concentration with such an erection.
- Want to take a break to go to the bathroom? – She got all sulky and lowered her gaze.
- I have another idea.
I left the camera and approached her without stopping looking at her, and once in front of her, Majo was the one who wrapped me up in the hula hula, passing it over me. At that distance, our bodies almost connected. Looking down, I saw my erection almost brushing against hers, as well as her wonderful nipples. After she said we were protected inside the hula hula, she kissed me with passion.
When our lips and my hands met her bare hip on the radio, the chorus of ... played.Nothing is easy without your lovewhat was saying:Never forget, fragile woman, that I carry your perfume on my skin. Sweet traveler, suffocate me again on your chest...and after savoring her lips wrapped around her, feeling the friction of the ring on my body when she wrapped herself around me in her arms, I descended to taste her nipples.AhBrother, don't... don't do it. – She whispered after a gasp when my mouth connected to her tit for kissing. I felt the softness of her breast as I sank into it and squeezed it with my lips in a kiss that didn't take long to turn into suction.Ah, ah, ah, ah...I sucked her precious nipples with my lips and licked them as I always wanted, like a kid doing regression, stretching her small mastoids and leaving them erect and shiny after the passage of my lustful lips.
After taking care of one, I went to the other, always under her attentive and maternal gaze, which watched me suckle her nipple with great attention, occasionally closing my eyes to let myself be carried away by the sensation of her brother sucking her tit.
- Beautiful breasts, I love them. - I said before returning to kiss her mouth in an obscene tongue kiss that had as its final goal avoiding her from reacting to what I was going to do. - Now your older brother is going to make you feel things yummy? Do you let him?
My hands, firm on her hip, rubbing against her skin with movements that followed her circumference but didn't go up or down, anxiously ran along until my skilled hand stopped at about a few centimeters from her vulva, and her flat and firm belly, like a fierce beast ready to leap into glory before it.
- Do you know this has no return? Don't?
- Listen and you'll have your answer:
As if everything were a Soviet precision choreography, the dwarf Barilari sang justly:Leave thinking about dark things alone, surrender, without looking at what will happen. You can leave fear of failure far behind and only then enjoy what's to come...Majo didn't say yes or no, instead she put her heels on and kissed me while my hand, digging grooves into her skin with the pads, descended until it reached her exquisite vagina.
Continues...
Thanks for reading, I'm leaving on the best note, I know it does, but that means one thing: The next chapter is going to start off really high. Chapter by chapter we're leaving behind anecdotes from the past and hysterics to dive headfirst into their new adventures. If you like it, I'd appreciate points, comments or any detail that shows you're interested in the story. Also, I listen to ideas or suggestions.Previous chapters: Chapter 1:http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/4020235/El-Onlyfans-de-mi-Hermana.htmlChapter 2:http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/4027496/El-Onlyfans-de-mi-Hermana-Parte-2.htmlChapter 3:http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/4041501/El-Onlyfans-de-mi-Hermana-Parte-3.html
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