MY BROTHER MAKES LOVE TO ME A little sister as beautiful as she is sensual tells how her brother bisexual started making

MY BROTHER MAKES LOVE TO ME A little sister as beautiful as she is sensual tells how her brother bisexual started making love to him My name is Karen. I am the youngest daughter, or rather, the girl pampered by a family that we could call complete and perfect: our father, our mother, my older sister, my brother Rafa and me. The truth is that our Life has developed between comfort, love and beauty. Our mother She is a beautiful woman, whom everyone in the family adores madly. mom is an angel from heaven, pure love without whose presence we could not imagine living. My older sister, Laura, is absolutely attached to her, even though she is now living in London. And my brother Rafa, why say: his Oedipus is from size of a cathedral. He is so dazed by her that, despite his beauty that drives women crazy, he doesn't look at any of them... until a few years ago months, as I will tell you. Rafa is a dream: I couldn't describe in all the space of the world the intense love I feel for him. He is the love of my life, my man, my adoration, my madness. It is so beautiful that just looking at it can lead to despair. Since he was little, he stood out for his impressive beauty. When was at school, the teacher in charge of the teaching regime summoned our parents to tell them how they should educate that child whose beauty could cause you more problems than benefits. And in the family there was a tendency to overprotect him, mainly mom, who has spoiled him without limits until now. It did not surprise us, then, that Rafa soon showed bisexual inclinations. Was inevitable: a mother of disturbing beauty, loving and affectionate without regards; our sister Laura, whom I adore, beautiful to say the least. The Mom's friends, many of them incredibly beautiful, couldn't stop tell our Rafa how beautiful he was. When I was older, many of They went further, and tried to enjoy our Adonis. But Rafa, withdrawn and focused on himself, he began to make a very strong friendship with a schoolmate, with whom I would later confess, started in the sexual relations. In order not to make such a long introduction, which I consider necessary In order to explain our history, I begin by saying that since I was little I was attached to my brother like a limpet. It was on his legs where he slept when We went on long rides in the car, and he was the one who pampered me when I did pouting after coming home from school, while mom arrived. In my house it was It was natural that I slept with Rafa when I had nightmares or when I was cold. My brother was never the repellent and hateful brother that they have had to suffer, without exception, all my friends. It wasn't strange at all, then, that all my friends They were in love with him. After puberty, with my body in full development and in time when all of dad's friends devoured me with their eyes and masturbated panting thinking about my peach buttocks, I didn't want to be except with my brother. Our affection was boundless. For some time, I got used to visit him when he was not yet out of bed, and under the pretext of tickle him, caressed his face, his hair, his ears, and from time to time when I ran my fingers over his lips. Rafa let himself be done and did not hide the pleasure my visits gave him. Until now, we did not go beyond skin-to-skin caresses, until it was clear to me that I needed the contact with him more than anything else. She was sick of love for me brother, and my fever did not calm down even with other possibilities, such as those Could you give me that handsome friend of my father who openly put his hand on me? during a visit to his country house, a few weeks ago, and which reached get excited; nor the continued caresses of my school psychologist, who with the pretext of talking to the penultimate year girls, like me, he invites us to his office and there he asks us to give free rein to our deepest fantasies. morbid and tell her our desires, to which she visibly listens disturbed Visits to Montse (that's what our "psycho" is called) are voluntary, but I like to visit her, although the last time I was hornier than usual custom, and by sitting on her lap and hugging her, as is traditional, He tried in every way to caress my legs under my little skirt. pictures, under the pretext of seeing how firm and smooth her thighs were. I I played with it a little. I like Montse, she is 45 years old and has been divorced twice. times, and it generates such trust in me that I have achieved a lot of intimacy with her. Was she who taught me how to kiss, and I can't hide that her soft, wet and pink almost made me addicted. I will not continue with Montse, because that will give room for another story. I finish by saying that she insists on teaching me how to make love, for which he invites me to his house repeatedly, under the maximum secret, yes. I saw my love for my brother Rafa as completely normal. My Friends hated their brothers, while I couldn't live without him. Every time my Visits to his room lasted longer, except when he locked himself in with his "boyfriend" Alvarito jerking off looking at the magazines that Alvarito's faggot took to see them together. I hated Alvarito, obviously, although not as much as to not recognize that he was a child as cute as he was queer, since many in the school they knew him for the contests he did in the men's bathroom to jerk off among your classmates and see who had the biggest cock. According to me Rafa said, Alvarito's was more developed than everyone else's. A The day Alvarito left, I went in to Rafa's with an angry face, to ask him my jealousy is evident. He tried to pamper me, which I refused, very dignified. But not I could stop smelling his hands: it was evident that there had been He had been masturbating Alvarito, and he still had that smell mixed with seafood, lubricating liquid and horse sweat so typical of men after of having had sex. Although I tried not to let myself be caressed by him, that smell did not It stopped attracting me, until I acceded to its feigned pleas and let it set. behind me and hugged my neck, telling me that I was still his baby cute I told him that it smelled like a horse, and he told me that that was the smell that I liked it, because I didn't know any better. I sat down, I hiked up my skirt paintings, and I told her, naughty: here there may be a better one. He, like the thing most natural thing in the world, he approached the end of my legs, up, and inhaled loudly two or three times, a little theatrically. At first it made me laugh, because I looked like a dog smelling his bitch in heat, but the laughter went away. turning into a chill in the stomach. Rafa didn't come out of there, and immediately He started to push my underwear aside, sticking out his tongue and starting to lick. I began to feel a kind of faintness, a new joy, a joy unnameable, an electricity at the peak of my sensitivity. that language It was incredibly soft and cool, that I had sometimes licked my fingers and earlobes, but now it went straight to the heart of my happiness. I would close my eyes and see colored lights flashing around me. Oh, what a feeling... Rafa finished once I squeezed my legs with all my strength. strength when the electric shock was so intense that I lost consciousness, He wiped his mouth, drank some water, and lay down next to me, squeezing me very close. strong. He was erect, and was rubbing against me rhythmically. He told me that He had had about three handjobs with Alvarito, and he didn't think he could do more. I I said show me the sperm whale. He took it out, and I stroked it for a while. It was still erect, although he told me he didn't want to jerk off anymore. I was going out, but he abruptly stopped me and threw me towards him. He kissed me on the lips, very long, and he told me that he was crazy about me. At that point I was still with the nipples swollen and firm like corozos, which did not go unnoticed, because He squeezed them with his fingers several times. I wanted him to bite them a little, but I left it for the morning of the next day. That morning, indeed, everyone had left early and I I went to Rafa. I got to his bed, got into it without asking, and noticed that only I had a little shirt and nothing else. He was in full erection, and his member throbbing and something sticky at the tip began to walk between my legs. I, with some difficulty, took off my thongs, and as I hugged him tightly I started kissing him. Rafa was very excited, but he told me to please do it. kiss slowly, as if I were kissing one of my friends. He asked me what if he seemed cute to me, and I quickly grasped the secret: so that he was totally mine, I would have to treat him like a spoiled and capricious baby. I started to tell her that for me she was the most beautiful girl in the world, the most beautiful, as who was giving him some loud kisses on his face. Rafa left transforming into a red and panting phenomenon, and I began to prepare for the penetration. It was not the first time that they penetrated me, since both of dad that I mentioned above, like Montse, the psychologist at my school, had already explored those areas inside, although not completely. Dad's friend could only put something on her finger, and Montse a small rubber penis with which she prepared me in one of his "therapy" sessions. Rafa began to make his way, but from then on my state was one of so much pleasure that I went into semi-consciousness, and I only remember that His member gently rubbed inside me, while we told each other how much We loved each other and I told him, "Oh, love, my beauty, oh, oh, my beauty, oh my beautiful doll, oh how delicious your beauty is inside me, oh... oh how delicious, my kitten, you are a playful kitten, oh..." I don't really know how long it was making love to me, but I do know that I have never felt greater joy, greater fullness. The strange thing is that in the middle of the ecstasy phase I thought about my mother and her beauty seemed clearer to me than ever, and I experienced indescribable joy as it imagine dad's erect fence. I felt all this within the framework of that supreme happiness that was making love with Rafa, my beautiful brother. From then on we continued making love often, especially when my strategies to scare away the faggot Alvarito de house give results. When he doesn't come, I take the opportunity to pamper my "baby" spoiled and start jerking him off and giving his beautiful pee several licks before to have it in me. The last few times Rafa has asked me to caress his anus, and that makes your erection much firmer. The last time we made love It lasted much longer inside, thanks to the fact that I have improved my anal massage technique, with the introduction of the middle finger. There Rafa becomes a crazy metelona who He loses self-awareness, to my joy and fortune. But this anal stage is not just for him: Rafa spends hours licking me from behind, first my buttocks, which He kisses and licks me non-stop, telling me they are his favorite peaches, and then tickles deeper with the tongue, which at first did not cause me greater pleasure but as the days go by I am getting more pleasure out of it. AND Not to mention what happens when I wear very thin cotton skirts without underwear, just so that he can grope to his liking wherever he catches me: in the kitchen washing dishes, on the couch watching television or in the elevator. Rafa He has become a fool of fear, crazy about my buttocks and my thighs. I love him, definitely, and I couldn't finish it in words. description of what I feel when he devours my lips with his mouth. His kisses are desperate love bites that seem to want to tear off my lips, that They end up red like cherries and palpitating like my racing heart. I don't know if You will always feel the same pleasure, but I do know that what I feel when I do The love with my brother Rafa is the best that can be achieved. Hinnde Sehnte W. morbosete71@terra.com