This series that begins with this story is, let's say, the retrospective continuation of what would be a series. The doo

This series that begins with this story is, let's say, the retrospective continuation of what would be a series. The doorman screwed my sister http://todorelatos.com/relato/84853/ http://todorelatos.com/relato/84903/ http://todorelatos.com/relato/84982/ You can read this series before or after, but know that it is related My parents are from the peninsula, but they came to live in the Canary Islands many years ago (before my sister and I were born) in search of work. In the Canary Islands we lived in a small apartment, in an apartment block in the center of the capital. And although the Canary Islands are divided into islands, city life does not differ too much from the rest of the large cities in Spain. When we were little, my sister Marta and I shared a room in the apartment where we lived. But there came a day when my parents moved to another, slightly larger apartment, where we each had our own room. Growing up together in the same room, my sister and I were very close, and we had no secrets from each other. Especially her, who, being five years older than me, was always the first to have new experiences. Many of which I witnessed firsthand, since I followed her everywhere as if she were my shadow. That's how with the passage of time, we became best friends. Every summer, when school finished, our parents sent us to the peninsula to my grandparents' house. We went by plane from the Canary Islands to Madrid, where we have an aunt, we stayed with her for a few days (also seeing my cousins), then we went by train from Madrid to Jaén, and my grandfather would pick us up at the station. My grandparents lived in a small town in the province of Jaén, located at the top of a hill, surrounded by olive groves, fruit trees and vegetable gardens. And they lived in a very large house on the outskirts of town. My sister and I loved going to town, because since it was quiet, my grandparents let us enter and leave the house as we pleased. My sister had a fairly extroverted character, and was always inventing things we could do to not get bored in town. But I was never bored, the fact of being there, without our parents (my grandparents worked in the fields), and having the freedom to do whatever we wanted (as long as we didn't get into trouble and they had to call us out...if they caught us hehehe), made our summer vacation quite an adventure. One morning, after having breakfast, my sister had the brilliant idea of going to explore the countryside a little, because according to her, in the vegetable garden pools we could find frogs in the water. So after cleaning up the kitchen a bit and making our beds, we closed the door to my grandparents' house, put the key under the doormat (where my grandmother always left it), and we headed out to the countryside in search of frogs. On the way, we passed a couple of cow farms where they produced the milk that was consumed in the town. My sister stopped to pee several times, and since she was wearing a little sundress with summer straps, she just had to raise it to her waist, pull down the white panties she was wearing, and crouch behind a tree, while I watched in case anyone was coming. While my sister was pissing, I could hear the “pisssshhhhhhhhhhh, pisshhh, pissshhhhhhhhh” of the stream of urine that came out of her pussy…which always made me smile hehehe), we also passed an old used car junkyard, and finally, after passing the old cemetery, my sister and I arrived at the first orchards, where you could see tomatoes, lettuce, cucumbers, and several fig trees separating one orchard from the other. another. Just at that moment, my sister felt like using the bathroom again, and I thought: "Damn...he must have been drinking this morning, he's pissing himself all the time." But I was wrong...this time it wasn't just urinating hehe. And since we didn't have anything with us (at that time Klinex packages were not yet very fashionable), my sister told me: "Now what do I clean myself with? You don't have any handkerchiefs?" I told her that I hadn't brought anything with me, and while my sister was squatting, with her dress gathered around her waist, her white panties around her ankles, and with her entire pussy in the air, while she looked at me with a worried face...I stared at her panties for a moment, and suddenly it occurred to me: "Look, take off your panties, and clean yourself with them...and when we get to the first pool, wash them there." My sister thought about it for a while, and seeing that she didn't have many other options, she stood up (with her dress still rolled up at her waist), took off her panties, taking out first one foot and then the other, and wiped her butt with them hehe. After cleaning herself, she folded them and put them in one of the front pockets of the dress she was wearing. And with that, we continued walking in search of the first pool. After a while, we arrived at the first pool, which was located between two orchards, in the shade of a large fig tree. The pool was not very big. It had an elongated, shallow rectangular shape, and with a small fountain at one end. I started drinking water from the fountain, while my sister stood at the other end to wash her white panties. After hitting the rocks a couple of times and rubbing them a little in the water, my sister wrung her panties well and hung them to dry from one of the lowest branches of the fig tree. Since it had been a couple of hours since we left my grandparents' house, my sister and I picked several ripe figs that were hanging from the fig tree, washed them a little under the cool stream of the fountain, and sat in the sun to eat them. My sister sat on top of a large flat stone, with her legs crossed Indian-style, and I sat right in front, from where, not wearing panties, I could perfectly see the slit of her pussy in the sun, while she savored the figs we had picked as if it were nothing hehehe. My sister surprised me a couple of times with my eyes focused on the slit of that pussy half open from the posture, crowned by a bunch of black hair, and she started laughing telling me: “What are you looking at?” I turned very red, and defensively I responded: “I wasn't looking at the list…well, all the little hairs you already have down there caught my attention.” My sister laughed again and told me: “Did that just catch your attention?” I turned red like a tomato again. But my sister continued: "You will get them too, you know? When you get to my age you will see how they will come out too." And while she was saying that, my sister left the figs on top of the rock, on which we were both sitting, and opening her legs wider, she began to run her hand through her pubic hair, revealing her pussy in all its splendor. “Would you like to touch it?” my sister suddenly said to me. I froze, not knowing what to say, and she continued saying: "It feels very soft to the touch. Come closer." I moved closer to her side, and continued watching as she ran her fingers through her pubic hair, at the same time opening the outer lips of her slit. I stood there not knowing very well what to do. “Here, give me your hand,” my sister said. He took my hand and placed it on top of his carpeted pubes. “Isn't it soft?” my sister asked me, laughing, moving my little hand in circles over her pussy. That's what we were doing, when suddenly we heard the sound of a car approaching the pool where my sister and I were sitting. We were so distracted by what we had in hand, that we jumped up, and barely hid ourselves behind the large trunk of the fig tree, when a car stopped just in front of the pool, and two men got out of it, a paunchy old man with white hair and a straw hat, and a younger man in a plaid shirt. Then my sister and I heard the younger man say: “Dad, get the bottles out of the car, I'm going to take a piss.” My sister and I looked at each other with worried faces since we were convinced that the younger man would come to pee behind the fig tree, and we didn't want him to surprise us hiding there, because they would surely think we were doing something bad. But to our surprise, instead of heading towards where my sister and I were crouching, the man headed towards the rocks where my sister and I had been sitting a few moments ago. He opened the fly of his pants, and lowering his underpants a little, he took out his cock, which after giving it a couple of shakes became half morcillon, and pushing the skin back, he let out the largest cocoon that I had ever seen in my life, shaped like a mushroom and with a prominent hole at the tip, from which a copious stream of urine began to flow. My sister and I could see him perfectly from where we were crouching (my sister's eyes grew wide when she saw that piece of meat, and I covered my mouth to prevent a laugh from escaping hehe), but he couldn't see us, since he was on his side, focused on the big piss he was throwing between the rocks. After pissing, the man pulled up his fly and returned to where the old man was with the plastic jugs. They filled them one by one at the fountain of the pool, and after putting them back in the trunk of the car, the two men got into it, and they left along the same road they had come from. When the sound of the car disappeared in the distance, my sister looked at me and said, “Come on, let's go quickly before someone else comes.” And disappearing into the bushes, we continued our path in search of the next pool. After crossing some barbed wire fences, which limited and separated one orchard from the other, my sister Marta and I arrived at a field of cucumbers and zucchini surrounded by cane fields, of considerable height, on each side of the field, giving it an aspect of tranquility and privacy, since inside we could not see anything of the other fields, through the reeds. At one end of the garden there was a small pool with water, which was used for irrigation, and at the other end there was a small gate made of wire mesh (I suppose to prevent the entry of rabbits and other rodents that could damage the crops). My sister and I headed towards the pool, which did not have any fig tree nearby to give it shade, meaning the garden was completely exposed to the elements and very sunny on that summer day. We started looking into the pool to see if there were frogs. The water was calm, it had a bottle green color, due to the algae that had formed at the bottom of it. My sister took a small stick and began to stir the algae at the bottom to see if anything would come out. Since nothing came out, and the water was beginning to darken after having removed the mud from the bottom, my sister, with a bored expression, gave me the stick and said: "You keep going for a while... let's see if you see something." While I stirred the water with the stick, my sister crouched in front of a bush of cucumbers that was very close to the pool. And picking up a medium-sized one, he looked at me and said: “look Oscar…it looks like the cock of the man who was pissing before hahaha.” I looked at her, laughing at the comment she had just made, and I said: “And what do you know?...she wasn't big while she was pissing!” And she answered: “yeah, but I'm sure that when she grows up she will be more or less like this cucumber.” While I was saying that, my sister was squatting down looking at me, and from where I was I could see her entire pussy, while she continued talking to me and touching the cucumber with her hand. “When you grow up, you will get this fat too,” he continued telling me. “Liar,” I replied with an embarrassed face, since I still had quite a small hair, and completely hairless… not a hair on my eggs or on my turnip, hehe. “Seriously,” my sister continued, “I've seen it in magazines.” “What magazines?” I said. “In the dirty magazines that dad has on top of his closet.” We both started laughing, because we knew very well that my father hid a couple of porn magazines on top of the closet in his room (I guess one of his friends had left them hehe). “In the photos they always start with the cock limp, but when the woman approaches and touches it, the man's cock rises until it becomes that hard,” my sister said while continuing to caress the cucumber with one hand. Then I realized that with his other hand he had begun to rub his chichi, I told him: "Look, you're a hottie, huh?...if someone comes and sees you, you'll see!!" “What's wrong, if no one sees us here…especially crouching behind the reeds,” my sister answered while she continued caressing the slit of her pussy with her fingers. Then, he tore the cucumber from the bush where it was stuck, took it with both hands, and while with one hand he grabbed it by one end, with the other he slowly went up and down the fleshy body of the cucumber, and he told me: "look Oscar...this is called making a handjob hehe." “And how do you know?” I answered, letting the stick fall into the water, in the pool, and getting closer to where my sister was crouching. “Rafael, the carpenter's son, showed it to me,” she told me, looking at the fat cucumber, while her eyes became bright remembering the moments spent with the carpenter's son. “And what else can I teach you?” I said with a curious look. “He also taught me what a man's cock is for,” and saying that, she sat on the floor, legs open (her pussy was already shining with the sunlight, which indicated that it had to be quite wet), and leaning her back slightly, she began to pass the fat cucumber through her pussy slit. He rubbed his pipe with that vegetable for quite some time, while he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. I had sat next to her, and I did not miss any detail of the movements she made. Suddenly, she took the cucumber with both hands, placed the tip at the entrance of her vagina, and pushing lightly, her wet pussy began to engulf that fat, hard cucumber, inch by inch, until she put it entirely inside her pussy. The cucumber came and went on its own, as if it had a life of its own, it was amazing. And my sister's pussy looked like a big mouth, opening and closing as that cucumber passed by! Then we heard someone cough... and when we realized it, an old man with white hair, a paunch, and a straw hat, came out from among the reeds that were right next to us. My sister and I jumped up, letting the cucumber fall to the ground. We remained speechless, our minds did not react, we did not know what to do or what to say, since we had no idea how long that old man had been hiding behind the cane fields, but from the smile he had on his face, it seemed that he had seen enough. And the old man, smiling, told us: “it's okay, don't be scared…continue with what you were doing.” But when he saw that neither my sister nor I were moving, he changed the smile he had on his face for a more severe gesture, and raising his voice he began to shout: "Vicente...come here, look at what's there in the bushes...a couple of rats." Then, another man poked his head through the gate at the other end of the garden (they were the two men from the car who had been filling jugs of water in the neighboring pool), and seeing my sister and me next to the old man, he approached with a light step. He was a tall, rugged man, with broad shoulders, with a large black mustache. When he got to where we were, he told the old man: “Dad, your eyesight is getting worse every day… these aren't rats, they're a couple of little field mice hahaha,” the two men began to laugh out loud. “But what are you doing here?” said the man with the mustache, “I know you…aren't you the grandchildren of Antonio, the Pole?” Upon hearing that, my sister and I looked at each other with panicked faces (my grandfather was a very proud man, just like my father, and he let himself be carried away by what others would say. In the town they knew him as “the Pole”, because when he was young he used the Vodka bottle a lot. And he had warned us that he didn't care exactly what my sister and I did out there, as long as no one called him out for having caught us doing some prank). My sister and I didn't say a word, it was as if the cat had eaten our tongues. Then the old man told my sister: “Come on, beautiful… show my son what you were doing before.” The man with the mustache looked my sister up and down, with a puzzled face, standing as she was, with the little strapless dress she was wearing, her face red as a tomato, and a rather fat cucumber at her feet, full of dirt from the garden floor, due to the humidity it seemed to have. My sister stood there, hands behind her back, looking at her shoes. Then the old man approached her, and with a very quick hand he told her: “lift your dress, pussy,” while he himself lifted my sister's dress up to her waist, leaving her hairy pussy in the air. The man with the mustache opened his eyes wide and said in a surprised tone: “damn…but this little whore isn't wearing panties!!!”, seeming to instantly understand what my sister had been doing with that cucumber that was now lying on the floor. And the old man continued saying to my sister: “Now you're shy, bitch?”, pinching one of her nipples with one hand with fat fingers, while with the other he grabbed her dress tightly so that my sister couldn't pull it down. Then, with one pull and almost without effort, the old man pulled my sister's dress over her head, leaving her naked right there in the middle of the orchard. “Look at this little slut… she barely resists hahaha,” said the man with the mustache, grabbing my sister's tit. The man crouched down at my sister's feet, and after picking up the cucumber that was still on the ground, he gave it to me, and with vicious eyes he said: "Here, wash it a little there in the pool...and be careful not to run away, hey, I'll let the dog out of the corral so that it can go after you and bite your ass." The two men laughed quite loudly again, while they rubbed my sister all over. The old man took her by the arm, leading her to a pile of cloth bags that were on one side of the pool, and with a push he made her sit on top of them. I approached with the already washed cucumber, and handed it to the tall man with the mustache. Then he gave it to my sister, and pinching her nipple, he said, looking straight into her eyes: “Now I want you to show us what you know how to do with this… you've probably already done it many times.” My sister spread her legs wide open as she was, and leaning back on the pile of sacks, she began to pass the cucumber through the slit of her pussy, while looking at me with a scared face. But soon, the expression on his face changed, turning into a gesture of enjoyment and enjoyment. “Look at this slut…it seems like she's getting horny hahaha,” the old man said to the man with the mustache, and the two started laughing. My sister continued rubbing her pussy pipe with the cucumber, until suddenly she put it entirely inside her pussy. The two men began to clap their hands and laugh while they encouraged my sister, “come on, little bitch… very good, that's how it's done”, “open that little pussy wide, we're going to put some meat in your mouth hahaha”. My sister continued shoving the cucumber into her pussy at full speed, while her eyes rolled back in her head and she threw her head back, reclining as she was on the pile of sacks, raising her beautiful tits to the sun, which were already like pythons. Then my sister grabbed her knees with both hands, letting the cucumber shoot out of her pussy like an underwater torpedo, followed by several jets of yellowish liquid (my sister was cumming like a pig in a brutal orgasm...I had never seen her like that before). The men applauded again, laughing: “ouch your pussy… you slut hahaha.” Then, the man with the mustache stood in front of my sister with his cock already stiff out of his fly (it was much fatter than a cucumber, veiny, and with a very swollen lilac-colored cocoon), and grabbing her by both ankles, he spread her legs wide open, and with a single push he rammed her into her entire cunt... right up to his balls. My sister only made a long moan of pleasure: “aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”. The guy started fucking her with animal force and at full speed. The old man approached my sister's head, lowered his pants to his ankles, and tying his shirt over his big belly, he brought a plump cock to my sister's mouth, and pinching her nipple, he said: "Open up, little whore... it's bottle time." The two men laughed out loud again. They were fucking my sister for a long time, on the pile of sacks, one through the mouth and the other through the pussy, until the old man began to moan like a bull: "ahhhhh...like that, baby like that. There goes the cum...ahhhhh." And with that, he began to release stream after stream of cum into my sister's mouth, grabbing her tightly by the hair to make sure she swallowed every last drop of cum. I saw how my sister swallowed and swallowed with great effort, but it had to be too much for her, since it came out in spurts from the corner of her mouth and landed on her tits. The man with the mustache, upon seeing that, couldn't take it any longer, and taking out his stiff cock from my sister's pussy, he began to release long jets of cum that ended up on my sister's pubis, navel, tits and even my sister's face...it was amazing, like a hose hehe! After putting on her clothes, my sister washed her face in the pool, while the men talked and laughed among themselves. The old man looked at us, and taking something out of his pocket, he said to my sister: “here…don't lose them again.” They were my sister's white panties, which she had washed herself in the other pool, and had dried on one of the branches of the fig tree...we had completely forgotten about them haha! As we left the orchard passing the metal gate, the man with the mustache said from the pool: “come back whenever you want beautiful… you know, if you get itchy we'll scratch it for a while hahaha”, and the two men went back to their business laughing. My sister and I continued on our way in silence and without looking back. But on the way back to my grandparents' house, I asked my sister: "But hadn't we come to look for frogs?" My sister looked at me with an angry face and answered: “Frogs??...look, screw the frogs...I've had enough for today!!!”. And I saw how he lowered his gaze to the ground with a sad expression, but immediately a wide smile appeared on his face, in an expression of mischief and complicity.