My sister likes video games.

Hello, my name is Vicente, I'm eighteen years old, and I need to explain what happened to me last summer because otherwise I'll explode, it was mind-blowing! And I can't tell anyone about it. First of all, they wouldn't believe me, and secondly, I think it's something that can't be told around here, because my friends have a big mouth that flips out and you never know what might happen... Well, let's see if I calm down and can explain it to you so you understand. I'm an adolescent and certain things really upset me… So, my name is Vicente, I've already told you my age, and I live in Alicante. I like where I live very much, it's great. My family is a normal family, well... or at least that's what I thought. I mean, we're five: my father, my mother, my two sisters (one is my sister and the other is my half-sister), and me. The thing is that my father is only the natural father of my sister María and me, but he's stepfather to my older sister Melania, who is my mother's daughter from a previous marriage that ended in divorce and then she remarried my father, who was already a widower with me and my sister. So, our mother is actually our stepmother. I suppose it's a bit complicated but pretty normal these days, right? Anyway, what happened to me took place between the last week of June and September 2019. I think before going on, it would be good to give some details about where I live, like how I am, my family, and that sort of thing; that's what I'd like if someone told me something, you know... I'm very normal, my family is very normal, and we live in a four-room apartment in a very normal building in a very normal neighborhood; just one thing: we have a balcony with great views from which you can see the sea in the distance. I'm not especially good-looking, neither tall nor short, neither handsome nor ugly, I do okay in school but don't stand out, I know I'm clever and very observant, that's all because even though my hormones sometimes betray me, they're really revolting... normal for my age, sometimes I manage to make my understanding prevail over them and reason a bit, and the observer thing comes because I've discovered that if you focus a little, pay attention and listen, you can learn a lot of things and, honestly, I use it as much in studies as in life. I suppose the only thing left to say is that my parents are good people, honestly, and that for us to live well, they work a lot in a small fruit and vegetable shop where my sister Melania also works, and that allows us to live with some comfort. Yes, I know the most impatient reader will be waiting for a physical description of me and my sisters but, for now, only mine because the others don't come into play yet. For my age, I'm not bad, suppose (I've already said normal), I'm 1.70 meters tall and do a lot of exercise, although I'm not a muscular guy, yes, that's it, I'M NORMAL. Brown hair, brown eyes and pretty average build. With the girls from my class and the town where I usually go on vacation, which are the only ones I've treated in my life, I never stood out but could give some kisses and touch a bit, but I hadn't been able to do anything more; that is, if several erections fell at the health of the girl in question, but I never managed to succeed. I couldn't go any further. Well, it was a teenage boy. In short, classes were over and I had passed everything, but without spectacular grades. Just enough for my parents to be happy and let me take my summer vacation. It was the last days of June, with scorching heat and I was in my room giving it my all with my Play, specifically a game where you simulate being a Formula One pilot (come on, you're the bloody master), slumped on my imitation car seat sofa, wearing my casual shirt, my swimsuit (with the same one I would later wear to ' the beach in the afternoon), and my tacky sandals, and then, as always, without knocking on the door or saying a word, my sister María slipped into my room like a ghost, giving me a surprise and the corresponding fright, making my alter ego in the game crash against a scarecrow when it got out of a curve at over 250 km/h. Take the game by the balls. - What's up, shorty! - Jeez, María, what are you doing? - Ha ha ha, I gave you such a fright! - Hey, why don't you go with your friends and leave me alone? - Look, just as boring and stupid as always. After saying this, María pounced on me like she used to do since we were kids, especially since mom died, eleven years ago, and giving a small jump sat down beside me on my legs, in my lap, and continued giving me slaps and pinches galore. It had been a while since that game didn't make any sense to me, partly because I found it humiliating that a girl could always win and never let me get rid of her, and also...because María was already 18 years old and gave me the creeps with physical contact. Don't misunderstand me, I've never had a masturbation session or anything like it thinking about any of the women in my family, but María had become a real beauty, almost the same height as me, very pretty face, expression like she'd never broken a plate in her life, light brown hair, honey-colored eyes, plump and red lips that contrasted with white skin, perfect figure, and all this accompanied by a sensual voice, to which I had to add that she was also my parents' favorite child: good girl, loving, intelligent, good student, didn't like going out and never gave any trouble, well, the perfect daughter...and the perfect sister. She stopped her affectionate attack, stood up straight in front of me with her arms crossed and a serious expression, and said - Hey Vicen, (she calls me that affectionately), you've been really slow and boring lately, is something wrong with me? - No María, it's just... - What? - Nothing, you've ruined the game for me - Oh come on, you're starting another one, the kid has ruined it too...it can't be that complicated. Let's see: what are you playing? - Nothing, it's a kind of simulator like driving a Formula One monoplane. It's quite complicated. I said all this with my voice tone as serious and important as possible, as if she wouldn't understand and it was something only a few people could grasp, and of course, not suitable for her, who was also my sister. But instead of achieving what I intended, which was to get her out of my room, the effect obtained was exactly the opposite - It won't be that hard, or do you think I'm not capable because I'm a girl? - No, no, just let me play quietly - Well then, now explain how it's played. And with this, she pulled my arms and made me get up to take her place in front of my desk and screen, snatching the controller from my hands as well, sat down with a very serious expression while looking at me waiting for my explanations. I realized that the only way to recover my tranquility was to discover her clumsiness and get bored with the game as soon as possible or she wouldn't leave me alone. I gave her a few reluctant instructions and she proceeded to start the first match, which obviously showed her lack of practice, and kept confusing all the buttons and their corresponding functions, which translated faithfully onto the screen in the form of a real disaster. This began to exasperate me even more until something suddenly changed everything. After pressing the correct button, the monoplane of the screen started up again uncontrollably, which translated into corresponding reactions from the wireless controller in the form of vibrations, when colliding or passing through compromised areas of the circuit, producing an important surprise for my sister, who didn't expect it, causing her to release the controller unexpectedly, as if it were a burning ember, and I recovered it miraculously - What are you doing crazy! - But you're a jerk, do you want me to electrocute you? - But María, what pussy are you saying buzz? - This thing vibrates! - Of course, damn it, it's a cool controller and very expensive, and that makes it give realism to the game so stupid... besides it's wireless and not connected to the light... (I showed her), do you see? - Then... is it normal? - Of course - Damn it, that's announced, what a scare... can I try again? Anyone understands the girls; they get scared out of their wits and instead of leaving want to try again - Well, but pay attention, because if I have to be looking and you're hitting yourself all the time I'm going to get bored like an oyster... - Vicen, do you say this thing vibrates all the time? - Well, only when you leave the asphalted part of the circuit, you have an accident or something similar - Ah, how curious... okay... how do I start again? - Well, you can keep going, you're still in the game, but you're three laps behind, so you'll never win - Yeah, but what's important is that he learns first, right? - Well, as you want And I prepared to stay without Play for a good while. I decided to entertain myself. - Hey, I'm going to get a Coca-Booty, do you want something from the fridge? She didn't respond, she was like dazed - María, do you want to drink something! - Ah yes!, a Coca-Booty is fine Resigned, I spent the three minutes it took me to make my way from my room to the kitchen, get the cans from the fridge and return to my room dragging my feet, grumbling and cursing my luck for having to suffer that invasion by my sister, not only of my intimacy but also of my valuable time with my dear Play, time I had been waiting for so long during the entire course. It was the little moment when there was no one else at home and I had to ruin it. I returned to my room with the two cans in hand and, for a second, it seemed like my little sister had left my room because I didn't see her head or any trace of her on the couch when I entered my room, but that impression was wrong because there was movement on the screen and you could see the go-kart, which, by the way, looked like a lawn mower, always outside the asphalted part of the circuit. I was about to scold my sister or tease her (or both at once) when I found her very comfortable in my dear couch, since she had settled down leaving her body slightly leaning forward, with her legs apart, so that the controller rested on her thighs, more like her lower belly, without needing to hold it up with her hands not to fall. Goddamn how quickly the bitch settles -I thought-. But then, and after putting her Coca-Booty on the side of my desk, when I looked at her face I saw something in her expression that made me give up my intention of boycotting her game and kicking her out with a loud bang from my room. I put my left arm over the backrest of my gaming chair and stayed beside my sister; in this position I could see from above without being seen, unless she turned around. I observed it carefully and made myself a composition of the situation. María was still playing badly, making the controller vibrate almost all the time but it didn't seem to bother her, rather it seemed like she was directing the car premeditatedly towards the non-asphalted areas of the circuit and causing crashes on purpose, and she received the vibrations. From the command, (now I clearly saw it), just between the thighs, where her hands were resting, holding the command. Only wearing a minimalist sports pant of fine fabric in bright blue-marine color, trimmed with white edges and seams, and really seemed to be the only thing covering the lower part of her precious body, as there was no sign of underwear. Oh, what beautiful legs my sister has! The skin looks very smooth and they have an spectacular shape (I thought), never having seen them like that, like a girl's legs. For me, they were my sister's legs and didn't require more attention, but at that moment... I looked a little closer with this new perspective the situation was giving me, perhaps letting myself be carried away by hormones and heat. Without too much hesitation, I continued my quick inspection. Her beautiful face visible in her right profile from my position was acquiring an important blush tone that I hadn't seen on my sister before, except when she did some physical activity she was so fond of, or at the beach, and what caught my attention most were two details above all; the first one when looking at her mouth, I observed that she was biting her lower lip and squinting her eyes sometimes, and in second place, that her fitted shirt with fine horizontal stripes in multiple colors, round neckline, which only covered up to the top of her navel, rose and fell with a slightly accelerated breathing rhythm, making her hard breasts stand out, especially and what most troubled me, making her two nipples very noticeable. No more than two minutes had passed since I was observing my sister María with other eyes, and already I began to notice an important erection and crazy desires to discover what she was hiding under that clothing and enjoy the vision of that anatomy; but that was something that would never occur to me to do. María continued engrossed in her game for another couple of minutes, with a breathing more and more noticeably altered, pressing harder against the control with my lower belly until at one point I stood up, released the controller in a bad mood on my desk and without looking at me as I passed by my side said goodbye to me: - See you later Vicen, this game is a complete nonsense And left me perplexed while quickly entering her room next to mine and closing the door with a bang. I stood there, not knowing what to do, with an enormous erection and a tremendous urge to masturbate. But of course, how was I going to masturbate because I had gotten hard looking at my sister?, ¡but if I grew up with her! and what's worse, how was I going to do it thinking about her?. I felt so excited as confused. I decided to go to the bathroom to take a refreshing shower; yes, surely that would get rid of this nonsense and all this would forget with time. But nothing more than leaving my room, on the left next to my door was my sister's room, and I stopped, I don't know, maybe it would be good to ask her if she was okay, if she had gotten upset with me for some reason, maybe if I had been a little rough I approached... I heard what seemed like a lament. I got a bit closer to the door and listened again... but what lament, if that sounds like a whimper from movies -I thought-, and sent my conscience to hell in a second. I rushed to the kitchen, grabbed a glass, flew back to my room, knelt on my bed which was stuck to the wall separating my room from María's, got as close as I could to the wall, put the glass against the wall, applied my ear with force, listened carefully and then heard it clearly: my sister was whimpering, and how she did it must have been very horny. I couldn't take it anymore, I pulled out my tool and started a masturbation while imagining my sister's face and listening to her moans. She accelerated her moans and I, It was hot like a mandril, and fearing I'd lose such an auditory stimulus for free and live, I accelerated the pace and in less than two minutes I was coming abundantly onto the wall, almost at the same time as María's moans ceased. I lay down on the bed to try to calm myself and get my heart rate down, and also try to put my head in order. All this was new for me, especially with regards to my sister, and it was hard for me to assimilate it so suddenly. After five minutes had passed, I heard movement in my sister's room, like the door opening and her entering our shared bathroom (the other two brothers had their parents' room), I suppose she was going to take a restorative shower. I would do that later. But now, damn it! I had to clean up the mess on the wall. That's when María entered my room again without knocking - Sorry I left my Coca-Booty Vicen - and I remained frozen with my right hand and the piece of toilet paper stuck to the wall where my impacts were still visible (like any prudent teenager knows, you have a roll in your room for cleaning up corresponding messes), totally paralyzed, and in a tenth of a second all the blood rushed to my head. María looked at me with a serious face, quickly scanned her gaze until it reached the wall, saw the semen stains, the glass on my bed next to me, and with an expression I couldn't decipher, she approached the desk, grabbed the Coca-Booty, didn't say a word, and left my room slowly closing the door. Damn! I thought, she's realized... but calm down, it's okay, what's she going to say? That you've been masturbating? That you did it while listening to her moans in her room? I don't think so... it's all very confusing... very strange, nothing's going on... Little by little I convinced and calmed myself down. My fears were parked in my mind after a while. Although not the latest events. It was time to eat and my parents and sister Melania came from the store. We set the table and everything seemed normal, lunch went on normally, in fact, María acted as always, joking with me and there wasn't even the slightest hint that it would come up, all good, everything in its place. After lunch we all went to our respective rooms; we always take advantage of the heat to rest a bit: my parents took a short nap before opening the store again, María retreated to her room, (now my mind wouldn't stop thinking about what she was doing at the time), and Melania took advantage of taking sun on the balcony, sleeping, before going back to the store. That afternoon my brain wasn't functioning well, or maybe I should say that what happened with my sister in the morning, plus my revolutionary adolescent hormones, plus the heat and newly started vacations were liquefying my brain, but it's true that suddenly, for the first time in six years since my father got remarried and Melania lived with us, I thought of her as a woman. Never had I considered her anything other than a sister, and never as a woman, but that afternoon in late June my overheated brain gave in to my hormones and introduced me to the image of my sister taking sun on the balcony, who knows if she was naked. I must say in my favor, Melania is what they call a cannon of a woman. She has the best of my mother (who is very beautiful), and it seems from her father, originally from Tenerife. She's a dark-skinned girl with long, wavy hair, 175 centimeters tall, with curves that almost cause an infarct at 22 years old, who mimics in the gym several days a week. Her ass is spectacular and the rest of her feminine forms don't lag behind; in fact, my friends drool every time they see her pass or come to visit me at home and she approaches to greet with more effusiveness than usual as they undress her with their gaze, which doesn't seem to bother her too much, because the truth is that in those cases she says goodbye to me with parsimony and a wide smile, while she sashays away knowing she's the object of all gazes. The truth is that in zero comma seconds I decided I was going to approach the balcony with any excuse, and see if I could enjoy the view of Melania. At home there were three rooms that gave onto the balcony, either directly or through a window: the living room, my parents' bedroom, and more delayed, as if it were the final part of an uppercase letter lying on its side, the kitchen. The option of my parents' bedroom was dismissed, and the living room was too obvious and exposed, so I decided that the safest, although with worse viewing angle, was the kitchen. And towards there I went.

I left my room trying to make as little noise as possible, although going to the kitchen wasn't unusual, but if it took me a long time to get back from there; better go unnoticed. I arrived at the kitchen and, cautiously, I looked out as much as I could through the window, and there was Melania, but the ceramic vitro countertop and sink were preventing a closer approach and a better view. She was standing in an advanced position to my right, and was partially hidden by the left wall of our living room, at the right of the kitchen where I was. At first, all I could see were her magnificent and long legs, curved, with rounded thighs, the left one extended and the right one slightly bent. Stretching my neck further and standing on tiptoes, I managed to see a tiny white thong that, fastened with two laces on each side of her magnificent hips, was drawing an exquisite and pronounced guitar shape, which together with my heat was enough for me to get hard like a stone and instantly I would put my hand inside my bathtub. But I wanted more and, already out of control, decided to risk everything and climb onto the counter with my knees. And so I did. I climbed carefully, opened the left leaf of the aluminum window that gave onto the balcony, trying to make as little noise as possible and stuck my head through the window. I got a vision that seemed celestial to me: I could see all the way to my sister's magnificent belly and her magnificent breasts inside a tiny white bra, barely containing those wonders; that was where my vision ended. I decided it was more than enough to make myself have a good masturbation and went back to my room to do so, when the little common sense I had left disappeared and I concluded that I wouldn't be content with just an image in my mind if I had the original right in front of me... said and done. I pulled out my dick and started my masturbation with an excitement, unknown to me until then, I suppose because of the boldness of my incipient voyeurism, the taboo of doing it with my sister's image, or simply the thrill of having such a tremendous woman so close and the feeling of being surprised at any moment by her or some family member. The fact is that all this together made me come in just two minutes, with enormous pleasure and I ejaculated in an amount and intensity unknown to me until then. I had finished my copious ejaculation and my instrument was still spasming, just like my racing breath; my heartbeats were pounding so hard in my head that I feared they could be heard throughout the house. I calmed down a bit, got down from the counter, closed the window slowly and silently, and when I was about to clean up after the battle, it seemed to me that someone was standing in the kitchen doorway, facing the living room. I froze, almost in a state of catatonic, which allowed me to hear a door closing slowly in the hallway... it could only be María's, what a day I've had - I thought. I cleaned up the crime scene as best I could and slid into the bathroom at top speed to eliminate the copious sweat that was bathing me and cum to clean myself well of all the leftovers. I opened the cold water faucet and images of Melania and then María came to mind. Mother of God, what am I going to do from now on! I had to live under the same roof as them and wouldn't be able to look at them in the face again, good but now - I told myself - let them take away what they've taken away, these two bums have really screwed me over today for their own sake. I turned off the shower faucet, grabbed a towel and dried off thinking about the nap that was going to knock me out and then off to the beach with my friends! Just as I was putting on my bathrobe, slipping on my flip-flops and leaving the bathroom, I saw that the door was slightly open. Weird... I entered slowly and found my sister María sitting on my bed, looking at me with a strange smile. With an uncertain voice I asked - What are you doing here, María? - She couldn't sleep and thought it would be nice to play some games... doesn't bother you, right? I hesitated before responding - Well, but I was going to take a nap in bed... - Ah, don't worry, I'll connect the headphones and won't make any noise, okay? All of this seemed very strange to me and what was worse, it seemed like it was going to bring problems, but I didn't dare tell her to leave because she might get upset; she was really capable... I was getting scared. She got up from the bed and sat in front of my desk, looking at the screen and then at me; I understood. Trying to appear calm that I didn't have, I connected the Play, put the game on, without looking at my sister, waited for it to load. I connected the controller, headphones and prepared the game. While doing so, I observed her clothes out of the corner of my eye. She was wearing a summer pajama set from... Light blue color, composed of a small pantaloon and a matching bra top. He was really small and accentuated his magnificent forms, (¡uuuffffff!) - You can turn off the light if you want, Vicen said, saying this he put on his earphones and started playing. I turned off the switch and the room was only lit by the afternoon light that entered from the street through the slits of the window blind open in my room. I connected the ceiling fan and got into bed. To give you an idea, my bed was next to the right wall of my room, the same wall that separates me from my sister's room, as I have already explained. Once lying on my bed, if I turned towards my right, about a meter and a half away, my sister was sitting in front of the desk and, four meters further, past the closet, straight ahead was the window, so the light entering illuminated my sister, specifically her left profile. The door to the room was just behind her. I decided to try sleeping, although I knew it would be impossible with my sister in the room. It made me too nervous given the recent events... besides, I would have sworn that it was she who I thought I saw spying on me in the kitchen... had I seen her? and if so, why hadn't she said anything?. Too many questions for me, so I opted to pretend to be asleep, turning towards my right to control everything. After a few moments, I dared to open my eyes and what I saw. didn't make things any better and stirred up my head even more. María had slightly parted her legs, more than logical for being comfortable and was holding the controller with both hands while playing, but kept it between her thighs pressing clearly. I looked at her as discreetly as possible but sharpened my senses. Every time the controller vibrated, which happened very often, she pressed strongly towards her between her thighs and hips were moving slightly forward, pressing against the controller at the same time. Her mouth was half-open and her tongue was timidly poking out from the right corner of her lips. The light coming in through the window now gave me a more direct view, and to my surprise I discovered that my sister wasn't wearing a bra, because the effect of backlight started giving me the fantastic profile of my sister's breasts, round, firm and rounded, which began to move or tense up with each movement, becoming increasingly evident as she made them. Her dueña was starting to close her eyes at some moments, surely carried away by the pleasant sensations. My cock was getting hard again, so there was no way to calm down, and the worst part is that only in my swimsuit would it be very noticeable for María, the tent being set up and I was watching it. But she was somewhere else, or so I thought. The pressure movements with the controller when it vibrated, accompanied by her hips, were becoming increasingly evident, along with the silhouette of her breasts drawn by the light and the sensual movement of these as her dueña moved me were going crazy. But my torture could still be worse, and that's what happened when María started letting out small moans, which made my cock incredibly hard and some pre-seminal liquid droplets staining my glans. Uuumm, ooooh, ooooh! But the climax came when her right hand released the controller and very slowly slid into the front part of her panty, at the same time as she put her right foot on the armchair seat, bending her leg to avoid me seeing clearly. Then she guided her left hand holding the controller by sliding it inside her shirt, I suppose to caress her breasts. At this point I was going crazy, couldn't take it anymore and slowly lowered my swimsuit, until I could free my friend, and I started to caress myself without losing a single detail of the spectacle that my precious sister was giving me. Tempted to get closer to be able to contemplate everything even more closely, even touch that body that was driving me crazy with desire, I wanted more, needed more, but I didn't dare, I didn't want to take advantage of my luck and that moment of lucidity had its reward, because when Maria's hand movements accelerated inside her pants and her agitation and moans became more evident and continuous, - uuuuummmmm, ummmmm, ooooohhh at that moment I decided I needed to cum with my suffering, I needed to relieve myself even if I saw my sister, and just in that instant, as if we were connected, Maria turned her beautiful face towards me, opened her precious eyes, looked at my face contorted by desire, and then lowered her gaze to my member while I initiated my first orgasm and she tensed up, later closed her eyes again, and with her left hand, without letting go of the Play remote, raised her shirt just for a fleeting instant, long enough for my eyes almost to pop out of their sockets when I saw, almost completely, the marvelous right breast of my sister covered by the remote that seemed to please her so much. It was only a second, but that image tasted like glory and was seared into my teenage mind, marking me forever. It was a gift she was giving me; from the first moment I knew I would be looking at her, now I understood. I ended my copious third orgasm of the day (and in less than five hours, incredible!), and while she was calming down, before the situation became more uncomfortable (especially for me), all I could think to do was, just as I was, discreetly pull up my swimsuit and, in the same position I was in, with my head pressed against the pillow, close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. I could hear my sister moving smoothly, leaving behind Headphones and the controller on the desk, he was approaching me, then I felt like, slowly, giving a gentle kiss on my cheek and later leaving my room silently. I waited for a few seconds, and finally, I mustered up the courage to open my eyes. He had left. If it weren't for the remnants of semen staining my stomach, sheet, and bathing suit, I would think it was just a dream. I got up for some toilet paper, sat down on the armchair where María had been sitting just moments before me, and cleaned myself as best I could; picked up the video game controller and brought it to my nose: it smelled like her, her perfume, her skin, her sex. Things were changing too quickly between my sister and me...or was I the one who was changing and now I was aware of reality?...The truth is that my head was racing at a hundred miles per hour and what I also knew for sure was that I wanted more, I had started a difficult-to-return path; now I saw my sisters as they really were, two precious women. I reclined on the bed with the controller in my hands, put it next to my head on the pillow, near my nose, and fell asleep with a stupid smile on my face.