Chapter 1

My name is Juan.

I am not one of those "Illegal" people that all the American reporters on television talk about all the time. It makes me mad to think they are talking about my parents and even my oldest sister Maria. My three youngest sisters are born in the U.S.A. just like in the song.

This story is not about me.

It is about my beloved Maria and the problems she had with the agents at "ICE" and how they humiliated her something terrible.

Maria was sort of different than the rest of us Cordero youngsters because she was tall with long, flowing black hair and her skin tone was a lot lighter than the rest of us. I suspected that my daddy was convinced my mama had only decided to marry him because one of her boyfriend's back home had already hit a home run when they were out on a date one hot summer night.

My parents still didn't speak English that easily and we all generally spoke their native Spanish at home because it made them more comfortable. Maria spoke better than the rest of us because she had spent more than a few years in the school system back home. She was quick to learn English because we all could see her drive to be as American as the regular citizens and she knew she was the only one of us children that was not a valid citizen by birth. None of us ever mentioned it to anyone because we kept hearing stories about how the "Illegals" were being deported back home even if they had nowhere to go any longer. It didn't seem very fair but the law was the law and Maria was the only one of us that was in real danger of being rooted up and shipped out.

The main thing she had in her favor was the fact she spoke English so well that most people figured she was an American just like almost everyone else. She was also probably one of the most striking females in the neighborhood with her perfect figure and her stylish manner of dress that always had the newest fad in mind. The boys in the neighborhood were all gaga about Maria and they constantly pestered her to give them some of her "honey" but she vowed she would marry an American and insure that they couldn't deport her for being an "Illegal" alien.

I knew that Maria was not as well-behaved as my other sisters and less modest than the American girls because of the stuff in her bottom drawer. She had fancy undies that the guys loved to look at in the magazines and I could imagine them on her underneath her normal "going to work" clothes. None of my other sisters had anything like that and only wore the plain white stuff that didn't make a fellow think about sex at all.

It was my good friend Tommy Jones that told me all about my sister Maria's reputation down at the candy factory where she worked with his mama and two of his sisters. For the first time ever, I heard the words,

"She is one "Boy Crazy" girl!"

I had just assumed my Maria didn't like boys because of the way she treated the neighborhood boys but now I realized she was planning on landing some American boy for a husband to anchor her in the country permanent.

I started to watch Maria more closely and even peeked at her inside the bathroom when she was taking a shower or a bath. I saw her full rounded breasts that looked like they were ready to explode because they were so big and juicy. I saw her neatly trimmed triangle of a black bush on her pussy mound and watched her use papa's razor to shave the edges. It seemed so strange to see a girl shave her pussy that I got real excited and started to tug on my dick right there in the hallway.

My sister Angela's girlfriend Lucy saw me in my shameless frenzy and giggled right behind me.

I put my other hand on my lips to tell her to keep quiet because I didn't want Maria to discover me jerking off at the sight of her perfectly rounded heart-shaped buttocks and pretty little landing strip in the front.

Lucy was a good girl for an American and she even spoke a few words of Spanish because she was studying it in school. She was in the same grade as my other sister only a year behind me. I knew she had to be the same age as my sister at sixteen and I had already passed my seventeenth birthday the previous summer.

Of course, she was wearing her pajamas because my sister demanded it for her pajama parties. She bent over in front of me to peek in the keyhole and her sexy little backside just gravitated to my groin like a magnet and I held her hips steady as my quickly rising cock fit into her crack with happy abandon.

I couldn't see my sister Maria any longer but I imagined it was her perfect ass that was rubbing on my horny shaft and I pushed Lucy's thin pajama fabric right up against her brown eye even getting a little bit inside but still keeping me from actually penetrating her from behind. It was all the benefits of ass-fucking but with none of the dirty aspects. Lucy's pretty boobs were swinging nicely and she had a generous pair with exciting dark shaded nipples that peeked out at me with flirty perky invitations. I grabbed hold of them and pulled the girl back toward me like she was a horse I had just mounted for a nice ride down the hallway. It didn't take but a few minutes for me to cream her pajamas with huge gobs of semen making us both laugh at the sight.

Lucy wasn't much to look at face-wise but she sure did have a nice bottom that was built for speed and lots of under the covers action in the horizontal position. We could hear Maria getting ready to leave the bathroom and we scampered back to my other sister's bedroom. I begged Lucy not to expose my bad behavior with her backside and she promised me she would keep our secret but I had to do it again when she told me she wanted to do another "bend-over".

I was really surprised at the American girl's attitude to such matters because I had just assumed she didn't know much about sex because of her age and the fact that she didn't have much going for her in the face department. It allowed me to realize that it didn't matter how pretty a girl was above the neck, it was far more important how she looked below the waistline.