I thought, the mother who gave birth to a whore. We go to any corner and find out, or right here. Uffff!, My stepsister was that you shit, go fucking. As big as my desire to throw it; But I only dared to babble, almost stuttering, with all my shyness: “You are very pretty, Fiona.”
We exchange a superficial hug, infinitely more superficial than my wishes would have requested the goddess Fortuna, and we enter the house. We spent the afternoon and night the four together, as a family, as the situation required, remembering the past together and up to date on news of each one. Then let’s give. I remained half hypnotized, looking at Fiona all the time, amazed at how good it was. Sighing for having it a little closer and smelling its perfume. My hormones had declared San Patricio’s day and paraded all over my body disordering everything. From time to time, I caught her looking at her and smiled at me with the same diabolical look she had given me when she arrived.
My asshole, the most absolute asshole was only for her confirmation that her stepbrother was the right toy with which to practice diabolical games during the days she was going to spend in the cabin. The moron, the antidote child against his boredom. His body was also well loaded with morbid, but Fiona was more convoluted, he found pleasure in more psychological entertainments, who played with sex as if it were a roller coaster. Upload it, lower it, martyr it. All that and much more hid after the look of my muse, although a server only saw the succulent, incredible and appetizing wrapping.
That night I had a humid dream. It had not been one thousands of years. Maybe because I don’t give my testicles time to fill enough to need relief. But apparently, the vision of my sister and sharing those hours with Fiona had put the factory to work more intensity.
In my dream Fiona and I were in bed, I with a half thigh boxer and she in nightgown and without panties. It sounded, I don’t know why the song I’ve Seen That Face Before in Spanish “I have seen this face before”, the second single from the Grace Jones album. I have always liked the lyrics, I immerse me in a kind of melancholy:
Strange, I have seen that face before, like a hawk to steal the dam, just like the night waiting for the day, it is strange, shadows back home, steps resonate on the stones, rainy nights in Boulevard Haussmann, music from Paris, drifting from the bars, strange that is standing there alone, eyes looking at me, cold to my bones.
We hugged each other transported by music. How it smelled! His heat was so cozy and sensual that only with that my crotch would have reacted, but also, Fiona did not behave like his arrival. I pampered my hair. I kissed my mouth with such sweetness that meant at the same time that everything grew until it reached the greatest pressure, the lustrous swelling. I bite on my lips and in the lobes of my ears, as if we were boyfriends.
I dreamed of myself liabilities, letting her take the initiative. Enjoying, those yes, until I feel float in a different world. I had dropped my hand to his butt to suffer contractions in the hard wood because of the discovery of an incredible event. Fiona didn’t wear panties! My God!
I think that at that moment in my dream I was about to finish it, spilling the incontentment, but luckily I did not, since in the dream, after giving some slap in the buttocks, not without fear of being rebuked, my fingers slipped with dissimulation until you start skating because of the divine moods of that gorge of tender and pink meats. I even seemed to perceive his smell.
How delicious and supernatural sensation that of walking the yolks of my fingers through such lands, that of playing to slip, to deepen a little, to take out. From top to bottom it was a delight, vice versa was more. But when in one of the trips I arrived at the rear hole, Prieto, divine of his anus, I almost died right there. At one end the hole of the divine chasm, on the other the swollen button that Fiona responded with groans.
She wet a lot in my dream, scandalously and profusely. I don’t think any woman does it as my stepsister in my reverie. So hugged her and stroking that in that way a few seconds passed.
Wet dreams, at least mine, are urgent, the body knows that it has to ejaculate and seeks brevity. Suddenly I met two fingers from my hand inside her, clinging mimously with the palm of my hand the delicious bone covered by that layer of divine fat ‘Mons pubis’. Fiona shouted incontinent, as an injured animal and the screams encouraged me to give more strength and speed to the process. Finally, with the body of my stepsister twisting under the onslaught of my right hand, he first suffered a tension in the legs to give way to detonations of final pleasure amid the overflowing humidity of his spring.
The accumulation of seminal product in my spherical stores spilled in that very moment. But so profusely, that when I woke up euphoric for what I had just lived and for the immense pleasure I felt during my relief, I thought I had urinated
Sitting in bed, with my boxer ruined at all, I still had a hard time breathing. It had been so real! Undoubtedly, the very reality could not be greater or more details, or more sensations in the various senses, or provide more pleasure than that of my dream.
The morning after sudden dad said: “Mom and I have to go to the city to work during the rest of the week. It was Tuesday. We will return on Saturday, so you will be alone. It is what it is. We cannot avoid it.
So before we leave you leave you with the rules that you must comply with, yes or yes. ”
“Dad” complained Fiona “I am twenty -one years old. I don’t need rules to act with responsibility.”
“Since you are twenty -one years old, and you stay responsible. Do you understand me? “Dad said.
“I do have a problem,” he intervened. “Am eighteen years old; I don’t need my sister to take care of me. In any case, and being bigger and stronger than her, the one who could take care of Fiona would be me. Don’t you think?
“Enough, Gilipolleces,” Dad said severity. “These are my rules. I don’t want you to organize any kind of party in the cabin. I don’t want a group of careless teenaging and strange drunks breaking things. ”
“Is it out here, in the middle of nowhere, do you want us to mount a party? Maybe we could gather a group of wild boars, I understand that its population has shot up “my stepsister objected with a very typical sarcasm.” How do you want us to organize a party in this place? No one!”
“Fiona is enough. It is forbidden to swim, navigate or walk alone. You must take care of each other. ”
“Yes, Dad,” said Fiona with resignation. But he was bored with the sermon peñazo that was leaving us.
“Yes, dad,” I said.
We finished loading the bags in the car and left while Fiona and I greeted without much enthusiasm.
Fiona turned to me as they lost sight of. “Matthew, let’s swim,” said excitedly.
“Now? Are you crazy?” I questioned
“Yes, now,” he demanded. “Dad said we have to swim together, so or you’re going to put on the swimsuit or I’ll call it and tell him you don’t meet his rules.”
I shrugged when I realized that the week was beginning to be a certainly distressing experience for me. While undressed and put my swimsuit imagined her doing the same. I couldn’t help remembering the dream and seeing her again, without panties. What swimsuit would you wear? I had wide bermuda, I don’t like close men’s swimsuits. My natural is shy and that type of bathing suit lets the shape and volume of the whole set excessively noticed. I was expectant to see her.
You know what a soponcio is. According to the RAE, it is a passing passenger or indisposition that occurs after a very large anguish or scare situation. And that is what I was about to suffer when I saw her. He wore a tiny fluorescent orange bikini. It could be seen a kilometer away against the bottom of brown and green of the forests that surrounded the lake. I observed half dizzy the movement of his butt. She had ordered with a “follow me” and walked in front. The sway of his buttocks was killing me.
We arrive at the Lake jetty. A cover of wooden boards about thirty meters long that was admitted to the water by wooded pilasters on which it supported. How he moved his butt when walking on the floating cover. It was incredibly firm, as in my dream. But what really made me sick is that Fiona moved him for me, blatant to me, to enervate me to take me to a state close to madness. What a tremendous desire to shorten the meter and a half that separated me from the delicacy, remove the wrapper and put a mouth and nose between those delicious thighs!
Was. Of course, I was in a permanent state of anxiety and excitement. I threw my towel over the boards of the jetty and went to the edge to dive into the lush. Let’s see if cold water managed to calm my instincts and calm down.
Just when I was taking impulse, at the edge of the boards for my jump, Fiona grabbed my swimsuit by the waist and one pull down to my ankles. My body had already made the decision and impulse, I wanted to abort my leap in the middle of to turn and see what was happening, but it was already late, I fell flat to the water, the pain of the palmetazo of my epidermis was immediate. But Fiona had jumped just behind me and took advantage of my confusion to finish taking my bathing garment that I had the opportunity to recover.
“What the hell are you doing, Fiona?” I shouted when I took my head out of the water.
He turned my swimsuit over his head and threw it out of the water, to the wood on which the two towels had remained. “I wanted to see how you saw yourself,” he replied.
I spoiled water and said: “You’ve seen me naked before.”
“Yes, but you have become bigger since then, much bigger and wanted to see you have grown all equally.”
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