Chapter 35

After my recent excursion into Latina womanhood, I decided it was time for me to take a trip to Mexico to expand my use of the Spanish language which had long suffered from lack of practice.

I know the first question you want to ask me is “Are you taking your sister with you?”

My answer is “of course I am!”

I couldn’t bear to think of leaving Princess behind on such an exciting trip and I knew deep down that she would be extremely pissed off if I neglected to ask her to join me.

She was so happy at the thought of a vacation south of the border that she curled up next to me on the sofa and showed me her newest pair of open crotch panties that clung to her nicely sun-tanned skin like a custom glove. Her pussy was slick with her juices as she contemplated the sexual fun and games waiting for us in Cancun. She had a lively imagination and she whispered in my ear that she wanted it in her rosebud with lots of scented lubrication to disguise the odor of her dirt filled rectum. I didn’t mind doing her that way because I loved her musky scent from her bottom when she hadn’t been properly cleaned with a double enema.

Her anus looked pristine, but I knew the stuff was still inside her gut and she would be embarrassed without the strawberry lotion I crammed up her brown eye to get her slick and ready for anal sex.

I remembered how she had paid me back in turn for my anal attention with her flexible tongue. I was not one much for enemas and I appreciated her departure from her prim and proper approach to sex in all its forms. The sound of my dick squishing past her sphincter and her involuntary shouts of penetrated shock was music to my ears.

My Princess had been well-trained by yours truly in her early years and she never disappointed me when push came to shove.

We were well down that familiar road to perdition when she went into her anal orgasm. I knew from experience that she was addicted to the anal games, and she truly loved taking it all the way up disregarding any sense of humiliation or discomfort from the rough stretching of her rectal passageway.

Suddenly, she was making strange noises deep in her throat and her legs were threshing about in weird angles with her ankles up high in the air.

I looked down and saw my dick was buried all the way to the hilt inside her bottom and she was leaking her juices profusely from her feminine folds watering my legs and the sheets with a steady sprinkle of female joy-juice I spanked her harshly telling her, “Don’t move, I am not finished with you.”

My little sister ever totally obedient lay motionless as I drained my copious load into her paused writhing torso.

After that, we shared a shower and she talked to her boyfriend on the phone telling him she was going to Mexico with her best brother ever.

In all honesty, I didn’t like her boyfriend that much because I knew he treated her badly sometimes just to show her he was the boss. It was totally unnecessary because she was beautifully trained in submission in all regards.

We didn’t take the subway to the airport because there was a lot of rampant violent crime lately. I hired one of those limo company cars because I wanted Princess to be safe on the journey to the plane. It felt strange to me to be more concerned about our in-country travel than the usual worries about danger in a foreign country.

The plane was painted with garish designs of tropical birds and pretty girls drinking flower laden mixed fruit-filled drinks. I knew it appealed to my sister’s hedonistic side and I could see the lust building in her eyes as she scanned the waiting passengers for possible hook-ups.

Unfortunately, most of the travelers were couples. There were a few groups of same sex couples both male and female and these days one never really knew it they were merely friends or the gay and lesbian variety. I had a few experiences with trying to convince a dedicated lesbian into some interesting experiments with a real live cock but seldom achieved even a modicum of success. So few of them were truly Bi like my sister who enjoyed a good tingle with little regard as to the gender of her partner.

We sat together with no middle seat and my sister lost no time in pulling my hand under her shawl to rub her sensitive clitoris underneath. She was already in seventh heaven before we even made it to the first cloud.

I suspected the sharp-eyed dark-skinned hostess had us figured out as soon as we were seated. I had the aisle seat, and she made a point of bouncing her yielding hip into my shoulder repeatedly before we took off. I must admit, I generally avoided such familiarity with dark-skinned females because I felt uncomfortable with their speech patterns or the use of thickly scented perfume. In this case, I found her British style of talking and her French perfume was the sort of thing that really turned me on.

The fact that her backside was the picture of perfection was not lost on me and I saw that Princess was aware enough to admire it as well. I wondered that sort of undies she had on under her short skirt uniform. Her lust-filled eyes showed me she must have been reading my mind because she pushed her hair back from her forehead with a sexy motion that set my dick up to attention immediately.