We continue with the story of Pedro and his sisters. I hope readers are impatient for the next chapters. No more, just enjoy. Well, it's that I've been running terribly late. Look, I'm going to throw myself home now. Total, you already know what route is. Take your time to rest, and we'll see each other at dinner. See you later. And suddenly, he got up and was already running. I had the opportunity to see how his breasts, which were generally quite immobile behind that sports bra, gave a small jig when they landed on the floor. But it was fleeting, and by the time I could catch my breath, it had already disappeared. I looked around. It had been a while since it started getting dark. I was exhausted, almost at my limit. Tara would tell me she used to rest here for a couple of minutes or two, but that was completely insufficient for me. I needed to lie down for a bit before embarking on the return journey, and that's what I did. I tried not to delay too much because if I delayed any more it would be night, and in the countryside darkness is a great hindrance. When I found the asphalt again, the streetlights were already lit, and I faced a bigger problem: the way there had been downhill, but now it was uphill. Although I tried to maintain some semblance of exercise and jog every time I could, the truth is that I was completely exhausted and my energy had abandoned me. I found myself doing most of the return journey on foot, more than running. I entered the house through the front door covered in sweat and stench. My parents and sisters were already seated at dinner and the clock on the wall marked 22:15. What for my sister was usually a running hour had tripled for me. I saw that Tara had had time to shower and put on pajamas, and she was looking at me with mockery from her salad plate. - authentic thrashing, but that way of teasing me in front of everyone seriously got to my balls, so that thing lit a fire inside me. The truth is that after all the exercise I felt... satisfied, I suppose. Happy to have achieved something like this, which I had such aversion to. It showed that I had some discipline, despite everything. I was going to ride that wave of pride until it was possible and accompany her to all her runs from now on. Plus... my sister's ass in tights had completely bewitched me. How could I miss an opportunity to see it again? The next day I was done for, with the soreness leaving me practically useless for any physical activity. According to Tara, it wasn't good to run every day, so at least I didn't have to face that titanic task again. But the truth is that I was so tired I couldn't even muster up the energy to jerk off thinking about my sister's ass. Almost better; once the heat had passed, I started feeling a little guilty for thinking this way about Tara. It was wrong, my sister shouldn't make me this horny. But it was as if a switch had been turned on and there was no way to turn it off: I found myself gazing at her entire body while she was watching TV stretched out on the sofa or reading in bed on her back. Mother of God, what a body. I couldn't get it out of my head. Normally I didn't wear very revealing clothes at home, but now that it was summer sometimes she felt comfortable wearing shorts or a mini skirt that with a small flutter let me catch a fleeting glimpse of her panties. On one occasion I was on my way to the bathroom when I could see her like that, lying on her back in bed with a magazine in front of her. She had earbuds in, so I don't think she heard my steps. The moment was ideal, since it seemed that the elastic of her panties was digging into the cleft from the butt, because it had lifted its skirt enough to pull those striped white and red underwear up again and put them back on properly. I could also see a quite respectable cheek of my right buttock that immediately accelerated my pulse and breathing. - What are you doing? Give me a start, completely startled by having been caught in the act. My little sister Anita had appeared from behind without me noticing. Although I don't know how long she had been there, it must have been enough time for her to notice the direction of my gaze, which had put a face between amused and mischievous on hers. Anita was two years younger than me. Although it doesn't seem like much, it is when you're an adolescent. Normally being the younger one would make them more innocent than us... but she wasn't stupid. Her look now told me that she knew where my attention was focused and guessed the reason. The truth is that, unlike my relationship with Tara, I had never gotten along particularly badly with her. Yes, we would tease each other here and there, but we understood each other. The two years she was younger than me must have seemed closer and more comprehensible to her than the four years between Tara, and when we were little, we would get into more mischief together just to make our older sister angry. That had united us. But now my lecherous glances at our older sister weren't going unnoticed. I coughed and got out of it as best I could. - Nothing, nothing... I was looking at Tara's bookshelves, in case she had that book I lent her a few months ago... - Yeah... –Anita replied without conviction, maintaining that self-sufficient smile–. A bit far to see the books on the shelf from here, don't you think? –she said raising her eyebrows and emphasizing the words with a gesture that put me in evidence. She bit her lip, clearly entertained by seeing me suffer and twist trying to excuse myself–. Besides, why not ask Tara directly? She'll know for sure – she said as she slowly approached our older sister, studying my reaction. - What's up? – Tara said, taking off her headphones and turning her head. I should have heard them say her name. - Nonononadanada, look at me better – I hurried to shout at him quickly while disappearing from there. Damn, that wasn't good. Anita had caught me looking at Tara's ass and didn't know what could happen after that. In the best case, my sisters calling me a jerk and a pervert (and they would be right) and in the worst, blackmail material if they threatened to tell our parents. Luckily, nothing else happened for the rest of the day. During dinner, Tara and Anita behaved normally, although Anita occasionally gave me a sly look. Something like I know you were looking at Tara's ass to make me understand that she had the power to screw me over. Less good that Anita wasn't a bad or cruel girl, and I didn't think she would go further than implying it. Probably for her that was enough. Although uncertainty still lingered, I felt somewhat relieved.
The next day was running again. The knots were still there, I'd say almost identical to the previous day. I was going to be a torture running today, much worse than the other day, but I was determined to face it.
- It's better that you get used to not interrupt your routine just because you have knots the first days – Tara explained while balancing her trunk from side to side, stretching her legs –. That way, your mind and body will tolerate exercise faster. Those responses to my initial complaints entered one ear and left the other because I was already busy contemplating how that ass moved from side to side. Tara was still behind me without paying attention and swayed those buttocks with force. She attracted my eyes in a completely magnetic way, pim, pam... Are you listening, tontolava? The sponginess of those roundnesses formed a perfect pump, which continued with completely muscular and fat-free thighs that were moving... moving... - Hey, are you looking at my ass? That comment pulled me out of my reverie. Tara was looking at me, very serious, over her shoulder. Obviously, my eyes had been fixed on something for a while. I started to sweat and noticed my face getting red. Quickly, I had to come up with something... - No way, what's going on? I was paying attention to what you were doing, wanted to copy it well... Tara narrowed her eyes and slightly opened her mouth, in an expression of incredulity. Of outrage. She couldn't believe that her little brother was a perverted guy who wouldn't stop fantasizing about that tremendous ass. - But if you've been standing there for a while like a blockhead, idiot. What do you think, don't you notice? I opened my mouth to try to protest, but the words didn't come out. Damn it, I was going blank. Shit... - And what's this? –Tara sat up definitively and turned around to face me, with her eyes very open in an expression of complete shock–. But what pussy...? Have you gotten hard, Ramón?? I wished the earth would open up on that porch and swallow me whole. I didn't need to look down to know I had a horse-sized erection, sticking out like an ancestral monster from my pants. Tara was looking at me with so much surprise it was hard to see the repulsion or aversion in her expression, although I wasn't sure they weren't there somewhere. Rather, she had also gone mute due to the awkward and violent nature of the situation, unsure what to say or do to get out of it. It would have been logical for her to call me a jerk, pervert, some nice insult like that, but as if even those words were escaping her in the face of the unexpected moment. Despite everything, I didn't miss that between all that inner crisis her gaze was drifting... every two out of three to my package. I decided to break that blockage in some way and take it easy. They had caught me, so I didn't have much left to lose. - Yeah, what's up, Tarada... is that you're wiggling that ass right there in front of me and... What do you want, I'm not made of stone. It's normal, I'd pass with any girl – I said, clearly red as a tomato and avoiding her gaze, but giving her a quick glance to see how she reacted. Now it was her turn to open her mouth without knowing what to say. I could see her starting to blush and blink rapidly, like trying to get back to reality because what was happening was so abnormal that it didn't fit into her organized records of how I should behave. It seemed like she was confused by what she clearly considered a pickup line (it was) and the fact that it came from me, who usually showered her with so many compliments. Even though I had launched it with very little subtlety, it seemed to have made an impact. She was very pretty, all flushed (much more than when she ran, by the way) and trying to regain control. She moistened her lips while trying to tear her gaze away from the package my cock formed in my pants before giving me a sudden headshake and slapping me hard on the arm. - You'll... you'll... be a real man! If I know it, I won't screw you over. She made a face that tried to be reprimanding. But I knew my older sister; there was some part of her gaze that seemed to find this scene... entertaining? Like she had some inner nervousness caused by the situation, which normally would release as a loose laugh... but she was holding back, because she needed to be Perfecta and scold me for being so obscene with her. But there was a glimpse in her mouth, a sparkle in her gaze that announced it hadn't seemed as grave as it seemed at first. The truth is that it helped relax the situation a bit, maybe that was the turning point. I felt It's not that comfortable as to grab my crotch with one hand in an even more evident way: - Yes, better, don't crash into this! –and I proceeded to try to chase her down the porch with my package in hand. She let out a few shrill screams while running away from me and couldn't contain her smile as she yelled Sick!, Bastard!, Filthy!. - Oh dear, Mamoncete, you're acting like a kid, huh? –she said after a couple of minutes of this, when she stopped to catch her breath. I shrugged my shoulders. She had called me worse names on other occasions. - Well, do we get into trouble or not? You'll be later than the other day at this rate. In fact... since you know the way, I'm going to let you go quietly and try to catch up as best you can. - But good grief, it's not the same! I don't want to be left behind, being alone is a drag! –I protested. - Yeah, but if I go with you... well, considering your problem is already so big –she said gesturing to my pantaloons' bundle, playfully–, I don't want to make it harder for you. Okay? We'll meet up on the way back. I was left stunned. Was Tara just making a joke about my package and getting me to get along with her? This was new. In fact, I had never seen Tara so eager to tease me before. It was strange, for a moment it seemed like she was flirting with me. Generally, we avoided talking about sex at all between us, and even I would say that I repressed some playful jokes knowing they'd be uncomfortable for her to hear. But it seemed she didn't have that problem with me. In fact, it looked refreshing to her. I saw her much more lively than the previous time. Finally, when Tara had left, I managed to get my erection down to a manageable level and set off. It was an authentic torture, but at least this time I didn't have the distraction or pain of my sister's ass, only the pain of The prickles were exacerbated. I collided with her again when I was arriving at the roundabout; Tara put on a face seeing me, as if laughing at my lamentable physical state, but at least I didn't detect malice in her. In fact, when she passed by me she gave me a playful push with her hip. - Come on, fat ass! One would say that it was said on purpose. She really had a fat ass. A celestial culmen, I realized while watching her walk away observing how she swayed in a proportionate and suggestive way. Was it my imagination or was she moving her hips much more than necessary for the pace at which she was running? I noticed I was getting hard again. So many years with her at home and I hadn't realized that wonderful attribute of hers, one of the things I finally didn't detest about her. However, fatigue and sweat snapped me out of my daydream, whose origin had disappeared. I felt so exhausted that I was shivering from pain and couldn't take another step. My motivation had disappeared along with my sister. At first, I tried to follow the dirt path, but then I told myself it was useless and decided to turn around directly. My pace was painful, but I still managed to get home a little after sunset. Tara was getting out of the shower when I climbed the stairs gasping towards my room. She was wearing a towel that covered her from the chest to the thighs and was drying her wet hair with another one. She stayed looking at me in surprise when she saw me arrive, but didn't say anything. That night, I couldn't help myself; I jerked off thinking about my sister's ass and how if it were mine I would have squeezed and filled it with cum until it was completely covered. I didn't feel guilty at all; on the contrary, after coming, the idea still made me hard. My older sister's foxy, who could be an unbearable slut sometimes... was really good, and now that I had realized it, I couldn't stop thinking about it. It was like a fever, and I didn't look like it was going to stop soon. The next day we also rested. I was getting worse every day and my whole body was stiff almost unable to move from the effort, but I tried not to complain too much. I didn't want to draw attention so I could eat with my eyes the body of Tara every time I could. I saw her walking around the house with a short t-shirt on hot days that many times left her navel and toned abdomen exposed when she stretched, and short pajama pants that only highlighted her implacable ass, which had perfect proportions and forms. I tried to make my parents not notice, but I'm relatively sure Anita noticed me staring at our sister with a slobbery perverted face on one occasion. I remember when it was her turn to do the dishes and she wore that lightweight outfit, every time she bent down I got a direct view of my object of desire. - What? Do you like the view, eh? –Anita said, giving me a nudge and smiling at me while raising her eyebrows. - I don't know, I don't know what you're saying –I defended weakly while struggling to avoid getting red in the face. - Look, if it's because of butts, I also have an excellent one... My little sister took my hand and dragged me to the living room, which was stuck to the kitchen. She turned her back on me and pulled down her short Supernenas pajama pants, showing me her ass framed by orange panties. My heart started racing! The butt of Anita was tremendous too; my little sister had that exact amount of baby fat that made her buttocks very round, a result of still developing. Ballet helped them to be very well placed and swing softly when the elastic of the pants revealed them. I noticed myself getting hard not only because of Anita's ass but also because my little sister was being so fresh with me. It seemed like she was enjoying making me hard and catching me off guard like that. While I was swallowing saliva and thinking about how to react, she turned her head to look at me while holding onto both breasts. She winked at me and gave herself a small slap on the butt. - What? What do you think of mine? - Muy bonito... –I managed to stutter, completely dazed. Anita laughed, clearly proud of receiving the compliment, and turned back to cover her ass with her pajamas. She sat down on the sofa and slapped the seat next to her. - Come, I want to ask you something. I shook my head. My erection hadn't fully gone away, but it wasn't very noticeable because I was slouching a bit. In these few days, I had gotten used to desiring my older sister's body, but... damn, Anita too? The truth is that the bitch had a young and fresh body, appetizing... plump flesh... damn. I sat down next to her, somewhat altered internally, by all the things that were going through my head that I wanted to do with hers. To be continued if you want.
The next day was running again. The knots were still there, I'd say almost identical to the previous day. I was going to be a torture running today, much worse than the other day, but I was determined to face it.
- It's better that you get used to not interrupt your routine just because you have knots the first days – Tara explained while balancing her trunk from side to side, stretching her legs –. That way, your mind and body will tolerate exercise faster. Those responses to my initial complaints entered one ear and left the other because I was already busy contemplating how that ass moved from side to side. Tara was still behind me without paying attention and swayed those buttocks with force. She attracted my eyes in a completely magnetic way, pim, pam... Are you listening, tontolava? The sponginess of those roundnesses formed a perfect pump, which continued with completely muscular and fat-free thighs that were moving... moving... - Hey, are you looking at my ass? That comment pulled me out of my reverie. Tara was looking at me, very serious, over her shoulder. Obviously, my eyes had been fixed on something for a while. I started to sweat and noticed my face getting red. Quickly, I had to come up with something... - No way, what's going on? I was paying attention to what you were doing, wanted to copy it well... Tara narrowed her eyes and slightly opened her mouth, in an expression of incredulity. Of outrage. She couldn't believe that her little brother was a perverted guy who wouldn't stop fantasizing about that tremendous ass. - But if you've been standing there for a while like a blockhead, idiot. What do you think, don't you notice? I opened my mouth to try to protest, but the words didn't come out. Damn it, I was going blank. Shit... - And what's this? –Tara sat up definitively and turned around to face me, with her eyes very open in an expression of complete shock–. But what pussy...? Have you gotten hard, Ramón?? I wished the earth would open up on that porch and swallow me whole. I didn't need to look down to know I had a horse-sized erection, sticking out like an ancestral monster from my pants. Tara was looking at me with so much surprise it was hard to see the repulsion or aversion in her expression, although I wasn't sure they weren't there somewhere. Rather, she had also gone mute due to the awkward and violent nature of the situation, unsure what to say or do to get out of it. It would have been logical for her to call me a jerk, pervert, some nice insult like that, but as if even those words were escaping her in the face of the unexpected moment. Despite everything, I didn't miss that between all that inner crisis her gaze was drifting... every two out of three to my package. I decided to break that blockage in some way and take it easy. They had caught me, so I didn't have much left to lose. - Yeah, what's up, Tarada... is that you're wiggling that ass right there in front of me and... What do you want, I'm not made of stone. It's normal, I'd pass with any girl – I said, clearly red as a tomato and avoiding her gaze, but giving her a quick glance to see how she reacted. Now it was her turn to open her mouth without knowing what to say. I could see her starting to blush and blink rapidly, like trying to get back to reality because what was happening was so abnormal that it didn't fit into her organized records of how I should behave. It seemed like she was confused by what she clearly considered a pickup line (it was) and the fact that it came from me, who usually showered her with so many compliments. Even though I had launched it with very little subtlety, it seemed to have made an impact. She was very pretty, all flushed (much more than when she ran, by the way) and trying to regain control. She moistened her lips while trying to tear her gaze away from the package my cock formed in my pants before giving me a sudden headshake and slapping me hard on the arm. - You'll... you'll... be a real man! If I know it, I won't screw you over. She made a face that tried to be reprimanding. But I knew my older sister; there was some part of her gaze that seemed to find this scene... entertaining? Like she had some inner nervousness caused by the situation, which normally would release as a loose laugh... but she was holding back, because she needed to be Perfecta and scold me for being so obscene with her. But there was a glimpse in her mouth, a sparkle in her gaze that announced it hadn't seemed as grave as it seemed at first. The truth is that it helped relax the situation a bit, maybe that was the turning point. I felt It's not that comfortable as to grab my crotch with one hand in an even more evident way: - Yes, better, don't crash into this! –and I proceeded to try to chase her down the porch with my package in hand. She let out a few shrill screams while running away from me and couldn't contain her smile as she yelled Sick!, Bastard!, Filthy!. - Oh dear, Mamoncete, you're acting like a kid, huh? –she said after a couple of minutes of this, when she stopped to catch her breath. I shrugged my shoulders. She had called me worse names on other occasions. - Well, do we get into trouble or not? You'll be later than the other day at this rate. In fact... since you know the way, I'm going to let you go quietly and try to catch up as best you can. - But good grief, it's not the same! I don't want to be left behind, being alone is a drag! –I protested. - Yeah, but if I go with you... well, considering your problem is already so big –she said gesturing to my pantaloons' bundle, playfully–, I don't want to make it harder for you. Okay? We'll meet up on the way back. I was left stunned. Was Tara just making a joke about my package and getting me to get along with her? This was new. In fact, I had never seen Tara so eager to tease me before. It was strange, for a moment it seemed like she was flirting with me. Generally, we avoided talking about sex at all between us, and even I would say that I repressed some playful jokes knowing they'd be uncomfortable for her to hear. But it seemed she didn't have that problem with me. In fact, it looked refreshing to her. I saw her much more lively than the previous time. Finally, when Tara had left, I managed to get my erection down to a manageable level and set off. It was an authentic torture, but at least this time I didn't have the distraction or pain of my sister's ass, only the pain of The prickles were exacerbated. I collided with her again when I was arriving at the roundabout; Tara put on a face seeing me, as if laughing at my lamentable physical state, but at least I didn't detect malice in her. In fact, when she passed by me she gave me a playful push with her hip. - Come on, fat ass! One would say that it was said on purpose. She really had a fat ass. A celestial culmen, I realized while watching her walk away observing how she swayed in a proportionate and suggestive way. Was it my imagination or was she moving her hips much more than necessary for the pace at which she was running? I noticed I was getting hard again. So many years with her at home and I hadn't realized that wonderful attribute of hers, one of the things I finally didn't detest about her. However, fatigue and sweat snapped me out of my daydream, whose origin had disappeared. I felt so exhausted that I was shivering from pain and couldn't take another step. My motivation had disappeared along with my sister. At first, I tried to follow the dirt path, but then I told myself it was useless and decided to turn around directly. My pace was painful, but I still managed to get home a little after sunset. Tara was getting out of the shower when I climbed the stairs gasping towards my room. She was wearing a towel that covered her from the chest to the thighs and was drying her wet hair with another one. She stayed looking at me in surprise when she saw me arrive, but didn't say anything. That night, I couldn't help myself; I jerked off thinking about my sister's ass and how if it were mine I would have squeezed and filled it with cum until it was completely covered. I didn't feel guilty at all; on the contrary, after coming, the idea still made me hard. My older sister's foxy, who could be an unbearable slut sometimes... was really good, and now that I had realized it, I couldn't stop thinking about it. It was like a fever, and I didn't look like it was going to stop soon. The next day we also rested. I was getting worse every day and my whole body was stiff almost unable to move from the effort, but I tried not to complain too much. I didn't want to draw attention so I could eat with my eyes the body of Tara every time I could. I saw her walking around the house with a short t-shirt on hot days that many times left her navel and toned abdomen exposed when she stretched, and short pajama pants that only highlighted her implacable ass, which had perfect proportions and forms. I tried to make my parents not notice, but I'm relatively sure Anita noticed me staring at our sister with a slobbery perverted face on one occasion. I remember when it was her turn to do the dishes and she wore that lightweight outfit, every time she bent down I got a direct view of my object of desire. - What? Do you like the view, eh? –Anita said, giving me a nudge and smiling at me while raising her eyebrows. - I don't know, I don't know what you're saying –I defended weakly while struggling to avoid getting red in the face. - Look, if it's because of butts, I also have an excellent one... My little sister took my hand and dragged me to the living room, which was stuck to the kitchen. She turned her back on me and pulled down her short Supernenas pajama pants, showing me her ass framed by orange panties. My heart started racing! The butt of Anita was tremendous too; my little sister had that exact amount of baby fat that made her buttocks very round, a result of still developing. Ballet helped them to be very well placed and swing softly when the elastic of the pants revealed them. I noticed myself getting hard not only because of Anita's ass but also because my little sister was being so fresh with me. It seemed like she was enjoying making me hard and catching me off guard like that. While I was swallowing saliva and thinking about how to react, she turned her head to look at me while holding onto both breasts. She winked at me and gave herself a small slap on the butt. - What? What do you think of mine? - Muy bonito... –I managed to stutter, completely dazed. Anita laughed, clearly proud of receiving the compliment, and turned back to cover her ass with her pajamas. She sat down on the sofa and slapped the seat next to her. - Come, I want to ask you something. I shook my head. My erection hadn't fully gone away, but it wasn't very noticeable because I was slouching a bit. In these few days, I had gotten used to desiring my older sister's body, but... damn, Anita too? The truth is that the bitch had a young and fresh body, appetizing... plump flesh... damn. I sat down next to her, somewhat altered internally, by all the things that were going through my head that I wanted to do with hers. To be continued if you want.
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