Chapter 13

A second before Miguel's thrusting became almost a blur, she had felt the first jets of his pent up spunk work their way inside her. Shooting into her like a fire hose. She gagged. In horror she looked down to see Miguel slowly pulling out of her vagina, his small member dwindling and shrinking, coated with her juice and his just discharged load. Miguel slowly got up still giddy from his encounter. His body felt spent and empty. Completely drained.

'What a great way to start the day', he thought smiling to himself. He lewdly ran his eyes over Nena's body noting the look of shock on her face and as his eyes scanned lower, his cum, which was wetly congealing on her swollen cunt. With a satisfied look on his face he slowly hoisted up his overalls, "You have been such good customers, that the sandals are on me," he said beaming.

Nena looked up at him numbly, dimly aware of Miguel tucking in his soiled undershirt and flaccid penis back into his dirty, stained ovrealls.

"Well Miguel, thank you for the sandals and the bread" Constancia said in an exaggerated voice of thanks. Turning to Nena she said, "Come along little puta. Time to go home."

She reached down, grasped one of Nena's arms and slowly hoisted her to her feet. Nena slowly got up and felt Miguel's sperm work it way down the inside of her smooth, firm thighs like garden snails. Her stomach lurched. Constancia led her outside, waving bye to Miguel as she did so. Nena followed along behind her like a traumatized puppy.

As they walked towards her home, Nena said pleadingly, her voice soft and cracking, "Constancia ... we ... have been friends for such ... a long time ... please ... I beg of you ... stop this ... what more do you want to ... put me through."

Constancia pulled her towards her roughly, "I'm not done with you yet, you cheap little puta," she said cruelly. Almost as an afterthought she asked in a slightly, more neutral voice, "Who is at your house right now?" Nena not thinking replied, "Carlos and my stupid drunken father. Everyone else is at church."

Constancia just smiled.

Carlos was Nena's fifteen-year-old brother. Like most boys his age, he was totally preoccupied with girls. Often fantasizing about the girls in his class at school. Even when he was playing his favorite sport, soccer, he found himself thinking about some girl's boobs, or tight little butt. He was embarrassed to admit it, but he often fantasized about his older sister Mary Helen who had the best body he had ever seen on any girl.

Since their home was so little, they were often at close quarters and although he did his best to hide it, at every opportunity he would try to look up her skirt or take a quick peek down her blouse. On one occasion, Mary Helen had accidentally left her bedroom slightly ajar, and Carlos had stood there for a couple of minutes while she was getting her clothes organized after just finishing her shower. His eyes almost popped out of his head when she had taken off the towel to put on her bra. Her breasts were big, perfectly round, and capped with the darkest nipples. He almost began crying when she hefted her big tits into the bra cups.

He quickly went to his room, feeling guilty, but not being able to stop thinking about the sight of Mary Helen. He tried not to think about it, but his mind kept on going back. Not even watching the local soccer match on his little black and white T.V. set could unfreeze the sight of his sister in his mind. Feeling ashamed and guilty at his weakness he hurriedly took off his jeans, laid down on his bed and wrapped his hand eagerly around his stiff cock. He thought of Mary Helens tits as he started to pump himself ... god ... their size ... jeez ... their firmness ... what it would be like to...