INCOMODIDAD.

This is my story and contextualizing it differently from most I wasn't one of the men who had adventures or relationships without commitment, rather since adolescence I had long-term relationships while my friends told me about how they met cuties and cleaned up without any problem. Well, in one of these few lasting relationships was with a girl I knew through Facebook and well she was unbelievable because she's quite pretty and good at it so I concluded that I would go live with her. So I took the risk because I truly believed it would be best for me. I introduced myself to her family all calm, they received me moderately well, except for her sister who received me phenomenally and you could tell how happy she was -her sister who otherwise was a goddess with a sculpted body and very commendable with kids- a hug and kisses because she was truly happy for her sister. Time passed and since I had closeness with only her it was with her, as her family still didn't accept me and I didn't care, if I went to some event or something it was just courtesy being the boyfriend. Passing time we always went to her house as well as she came to ours, from those many times that we went it was a battle with the kids for how bad they behaved and especially a baby who cried for sport. Here's the title discomfort; since when we sat down to dinner she would take out her tit to try to stop the baby's crying -woooo I'll never forget those tits- and what's surreal about that is that where the baby wouldn't stop crying she would take out the other one, change its place but not keep the other and it was a spectacle looking at those two round lactating and beautiful tits while sitting in front of them -clearly from the side because I had my personal mark- but it was impossible not to do so, in my mind I imagined her saying: brother-in-law, serve the dinner These situations repeated many times which transformed my relationship with my now ex-girlfriend into A kind of monotony not having sexual relations with her, but killing myself with masturbation thinking about the sister and if we did it I would imagine doing it with her, which made me feel incredibly miserable and something I wouldn't wish on anyone. Among all those lunches and dinners with those spectacle-wearing people, going to her house pool was a torture seeing her without being able to do anything and having an erection before opening the door. It's worth noting that she never wore a swimsuit that would show off her sculptural body, but instead put on shorts maybe to be more relaxed, I don't know. As time passed, it became almost obsessive imagining her and licking or fondling those beautiful tits while eating that duck mouth, feeling miserable especially when it was the sister of the woman we had risked everything for a relationship with, but couldn't do anything. I always imagined what that ass would be like since, as I mentioned earlier, she always wore shorts but the stars aligned in my favor and one afternoon my ex-girlfriend told me to go to the pool, saying she'd pass by after work. Honestly, I didn't want to but I went, when I arrived the other son of hers opened the door and upon entering I saw that monumental ass with its feet hanging loose wearing clothes -I've seen beautiful boots, beautiful boots, incredible boots but this cutie's was meant to be framed in a picture and exhibited in a museum, it was immensely erotic and unignorable; big and proportionate with a thin tail that made me want to bite it- I managed to look at the sky and wink at the skinny guy giving thanks. She approached as if nothing had happened and kissed my cheek with a hello brother-in-law, didn't expect you and I responded mentally: yes, I already saw you weren't expecting me I went into the house and instantly came back out wearing those shorts realizing my eyes had popped out of their sockets. I continued locking myself in the bathroom and killing myself with masturbation again but not... She left me because she got unusually talkative, we sat down to take a juice and she asked me to go get cookies, I went and came back after her as she passed directly to the bathroom and came out with a towel saying 'there's no problem if it's like this, right?' - 'naaa everything's fine' We returned to take the juice and she was thinking that there wasn't anything down there, even though I tried to look sideways I couldn't see anything and had a kind of mastery in moving, standing and sitting so the towel wouldn't show anything, as usual I wanted to go to the bathroom to start with what always happens but with an ingredient that her underwear was lying on the floor, a crazy thing she had it in my hands, feeling its aroma drove me crazy. I think it was the best of all. From these agonizing situations I know she never thought about anything more than being cousins what speaks super well of her, now I only have memories of many similar situations to those told, memories of those big and beautiful breasts like honey, that duck mouth with a mean face and that monumental ass. Despite my disappointment I don't have photos of her in balls which would be a dream but if I keep an audio where she talks to the baby like a crazy person it really heats me up. I still look at her Facebook photos and dedicated my best jerks to her as those times.