“Please, Tonio, I need you. Make me come, Daddy,” she teases. Jesus, fuck, this girl is gonna make me blow my load before I touch her.
“Patience,Mariposa, patience. Lay back and open your legs for Daddy to see.” She opens her legs, displaying her beautiful wet pussy, and I get on my knees and lean forward, taking one of her breasts in my mouth, getting her nice and ready to take my fingers. The cut on my lip is still leaking blood as it paints her tit red, and I smile, taking two fingers and gathering as much blood as I can. Sliding my fingers down, I slowly tease her clit, and she whimpers and moans from the contact. I swipe her pussy one last time before carefully entering her waiting hole, mixing her essence with my blood. It does something primal to me, and I just want to say fuck it and fuck her right here right now, but my cock will destroy her, and I want her first time to be beautiful.
“Oh, Daddy, right there. I need more, please,” she pleads, closing her eyes with her head thrown back from the intrusion.
“That’s it. Look at me as I enter your pretty pussy. God, you’re so fucking tight.”
“Fuck me. Fuck me so good, Daddy.”
I slowly push further inside and settle, giving her time to adjust to my fingers, I then quicken my pace back and forth. Her moans are otherworldly, and I need to silence her before anybody spots us, so I move forward and capture her lips. She opens, allowing me to glide our tongues against each other, fighting for dominance. I don’t care if my lips are bruised after this, as long as I make this beautiful girl come; it’s my only priority. Coming up for air, I have the sudden urge to go faster and splay my hands along her throat and squeeze softly at first,then firmly for a moment, getting her used to the feel. Her eyes grow big, and I think I fucked up, but then she does something I didn’t think she’d do; she smiles eagerly, waiting for more.
“Do it again, Daddy. I love it,” she begs. Holy fuck. If I didn’t love my sister so much before, I’m in love with her even more now. I squeeze her throat once again, soft at first and then more firmly, and her eyes roll back. Hearing her wetness squelch louder, I curl my fingers up and hit her G-spot. Her walls tighten around my fingers, and I can tell she’s about to come. Letting go of my hold on her throat softly, her whimpers and moans are more powerful than the last, and she cums so fiercely, I think I might have broken her. She doesn’t move for a while as she tries to catch her breath. When she doesn’t say anything for a couple more minutes, I quickly sit up, cover her up first, slide her bottoms to their rightful spot, and move toward her face.
“Are you okay,Mariposa?” I ask. She doesn’t respond; she just lies there with her eyes shut. I grab her shoulders and shake her body, and she finally whimpers in response.
“Yes, don’t shake me. I’m okay. I’m more than okay,” she says, her eyes slowly opening. I smile and lift her head towards mine, our foreheads touching.
“Don’t scare me like that, baby. I thought I pushed you too far.”
“Nonsense. These orgasms keep getting better and more intense,” she breathes out. I smile and shake my head.
“Oh, what am I going to do with you,hermanita?”(little sister)
“Hopefully, do that again.”
“Naughty girl, recover from this one first, and then we’ll talk about doing it again.”
“Fine, only because I love you and what you did to me.” She smiles. She looks so beautiful like this, and I’m the one who brought it out of her. I don’t think we can ever go back to the wayit used to be because if we plan to do this all summer… I think I’ll be hooked.
6
Brissa
My time with Tonio was great, and although I wish we had gone further, I still loved our alone time. After he had made me come, it started to rain harder, so we all decided to get our bags and come back home in case our parents had plans for us to eat dinner. The guys decided to shower first since they don’t take long, and now Clara, Lena, and I are taking turns washing each other up before we get ready.
I lather up the shampoo in my hands and massage it into Lena’s scalp, as she does the same for Clara. I work my fingers in circular motions, making sure to get the shampoo in there really well. Lena moans from the massage and brings her hands down, letting Clara wash her hair first. I continue massaging her head and move closer so her back is pressed against my front. Gliding one of my hands up her front, I tease her nipple by pinching her bud. She moves her ass on my pussy, and I whimper near herear. I look up and notice Clara is done, so I let up, teasing Lena and patting her ass to get under the shower head for a rinse.
“You little tease. Mommy will make you pay for that later.”
“Looking forward to it, Mommy.” I smirk. Lena washes her hair, and Clara lathers shampoo in her hands and massages it into my hair. After Lena is finished, it’s my turn to rinse off, and we quickly run the same process with the conditioner. We step out of the shower, toweling off our wet, supple bodies, and pile on our lotions.
“Well, well, well, look what we have here, brother.” Joaquin grins as he high-fives Tonio. Looking up, I shake my head and roll my eyes.
“We’re almost done. Wait for us in the living room,” Lena commands.
“Yes, Mistress,” they both reply. They exit the bathroom, and we quickly finish up. I slide on a thin long-sleeve sweater and pair it with some short shorts and my signature checkered black-and-white Vans. Lena is wearing another band crop top; this time, it’s Ratt—an old-school band our dads love to jam out to—with some black athletic tights and her black-and-white Converse. She is such a beautiful woman with her athletic, ivory-toned body and a muscular ass that someone can bounce a coin off of. Clara has on this pretty baby pink sundress that flows toward her ankles with some cute jeweled strappy sandals. I leave my wet hair in a braid, and Clara does the same, hiding her light brown wavy hair. Making our way to the living room, the guys whistle when they see us. Rolling my eyes, I take my phone off the charger on the end table near the couch and toss it into my bag.
“Everyone ready? Mom just texted and said for us to meet downstairs,” Joaquin says.
“Did they say where we’re going? I’m kinda craving Whataburger,” Clara whines with her lip jutting out. Lena, Tonio, and I nod our heads in agreement.
“Oh, that sounds good,” I say.
“She didn’t say, but I’m sure that’s where we’re going. You know they’re not breaking tradition. The first night is always Whataburger for dinner,” Joaquin explains. After everyone gathers their stuff, we make our way downstairs, and I see my mom and dad waiting in their car as well as mytioandtia. We all look at each other, confused as to what’s happening; there’s no way we can all fit in one car. The SUV is big, but not that big. My mom slides her passenger window down and tosses my brother Tonio the keys to my Tio Matias’s Escalade.
“We thought y’all could drive to Whataburger together. We know you don’t want to seem like kids, but you better be responsible. No driving fasty ten cuidado,” Mama says.(and be careful)
“We will, we promise, Tia Ana. I’ll keep them in line.” Lena smirks, glancing at all of us. Clara and I giggle, and we wave to our parents as Tonio takes the driver’s seat. Lena takes the passenger seat, and Joaquin, Clara, and I sit in the back.
