MASSAGE FOR A BROTHER
My brother came in after my first customer had left and asked me:
– Anita, how did it go?
She was referring to my first massage session, which I had just finished with my foreign client at the massage parlor owned by my brother Carlos.
A few days earlier I had explained to Carlos that we were going through a horrible economic situation at home.
“We need cash no matter what,” she had said desperately. “The bills are piling up and we don’t know what to do. They could seize our car, or our house, or who knows, even our salary,” and I couldn’t help but burst into tears.
I must clarify that despite being married and having two children, my relationship with my brother Carlos is not just that of siblings. We have been secret lovers since childhood. So my little brother took me in his powerful and welcoming arms to comfort my crying.
–Don’t cry, silly girl. Why am I here, Anita? –he consoled me with his deep voice that inspires so much confidence in me. During the embrace, he pulled up my skirt with his right hand and kissed me on the mouth, for a long time, making me feel his tongue while his hand moved my thong aside and with a finger he searched for the separation of the lips of my pussy.
“I’m not in the mood, Carlos,” I said affectionately. But without moving away, I let him make the decision of leaving me alone or continuing. In a few seconds I had a finger of his hand lodged between the nubs of my sex, and that always, always, is pleasurable for me.
He didn’t pull out his finger, but he didn’t insist on going much further either. He spoke to me affectionately between kisses.
–With that spectacular body of yours, beautiful little sister, the last thing you need to worry about is money. Come work at my massage parlor.
“I’m not one of your bitches, Carlos. I’ve already told you a thousand times that I refuse to do that,” I said angrily while his finger delicately played with sliding and penetrating a little more each time. Carlos was extremely turned on by imagining me with other men, apart from my husband Tomás. So ever since he opened the massage parlour, he had always insisted on counting on me as a professional, even if it was only occasionally.
–Other times you weren’t in the situation you’re in now, Anita. Aren’t you going to do it even for the girls? I don’t think you can afford to keep turning down the opportunity to earn your own money. You know you’d keep all of what you make. I’m your brother and I’d never charge you a commission. I’ve also told you what you could make. There are girls who do up to four massages a night. At two hundred and fifty that’s a thousand bucks. And you wouldn’t have to give me the fifty euro commission, the three hundred would be yours.
Now, six days after that conversation with Carlos, I found myself sitting on top of that man of Slavic origin who had come to the massage parlour and become my first client. I was pouring the oil, spreading it over his back. I had finally said yes to my brother’s job offer.
–I will come to your massage parlor, but only as a trial, for one night. But you must tell Tomas that I am working as a waitress. You know how jealous my husband Tomas is.
I tipped the bowl of oil all over my white work shirt. I could see my nipples showing through the shirt, the oil sticking to my skin. I could feel the Slav’s ass under my own ass. And I began to spread the oil over a muscular back. I had actually been lucky with my first client, I thought, “at least I didn’t get one of those dirty old men.” The man, about thirty-five years old, was very handsome, there, naked, lying face down, with my body on top of him, straddling his firm, hard ass.
I smiled at the thought that my brother would be looking forward to me telling him the details of the massage when it was over. Carlos finds it especially kinky when I tell him, in great detail, about my sexual experiences while we are having sex.
Now I had become a real slut. Ready to fuck that Slav, my third occasional lover, for three hundred euros.
The truth is that I didn’t feel anything, not at all bad. The temperature of the room where I was having the massage was very pleasant, thirty or thirty-two degrees. I thought that, since I had to do it, even if it was only once, it was better to do it with pleasure than with discomfort.
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At the end of the session, Carlos came into my room and said: –Tell me, tell me, Anita.
I couldn’t believe it, my brother had closed the door and was coming in fully erect. How was that possible?
– Are you coming back from having your cock sucked by one of your bitches? – I asked, pointing with my eyes at his huge bulge under his pants.
–What the fuck. I’ve been like this ever since I saw you come in with that hunk, imagining everything you’ve been doing to him. It’s seemed like an eternity. You’re going to tell me about it while you repeat it exactly with me – she said, undressing and lying down on the massage table.
– Fuck Carlos! I’m working – I protested. I’m supposed to come here to earn money, not to fuck you.
My brother took three hundred euros out of his wallet.
–And… Who said you’re not going to win it?
I straddled my brother, sitting on his ass, like I had done with the previous client.
“Tell me,” he insisted.
I started to speak:
-Her back was covered in oil and my breasts were transparent under the white mesh stuck to them.
– He didn’t see you, did he?
“No,” I replied. “I was exactly as you are now.”
–Feeling your pussy on your buttocks, right?
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– And what did you do afterwards? – he asked with the same urgency. I peeked between his thighs, the exact spot where his urgency came from. And I continued with my story of the massage to the soldier.
–I took off my uniform shirt, leaving my breasts bare, and began to rub them gently. Like this. On his back, so he could feel my nipples and the warmth of my tits relieve his female desire.
– Wow! You tell it so well, sister! And you do it so well! If you stay working in this massage parlor for any length of time, the clients will line up. Keep going, Anita, keep doing and telling, don’t stop.
–I reached my tits up to his cheek and rubbed them against his ear and neck.
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My brother moaned slightly as he felt my nipples playing on his neck and earlobe. I had come out of the massage session with that stranger very horny, but I hadn’t reached orgasm, so my fever remained intact and every contact of my breasts with my brother’s ear, his back and his cheek, made my nipples harder and my pussy wetter.
– Did you feel like a whore working your body on that client? –Carlos asked.
I know all too well what turns my little brother on. It’s not the first time we’ve had sex while I tell him about one of my adventures.
–I felt very slutty, Carlos. I imagined Tomás’s cuckold at home, sleeping, and the girls. And I saw myself as a housewife with a double life. Dirty and filthy. And the morbidness took over me with my open cunt on that guy’s buttocks.
–Anita, you’ve always been hot – Carlos told me. –Since you were a little girl, when you were so curious about my erections. Do you remember? – he asked, his voice altered by the excitement of feeling my breasts slipping through the oil.
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– What else did you do with that guy? – Carlos asked urgently.
I loved his rush to know and to experience, repeated in his own flesh, my attentions to the body of the client, a Slavic soldier, he told me, with a few hours free, who had come to spend, along with the dollars earned in his pay, on my massage table.
–I turned him over onto the support, laying him face up, and took off my work pants, leaving me completely naked – I said to Carlos, inviting him to turn around and stripping. –Then I got on top of him, with my back to his face, leaving my pussy very close to his face, so he could see it well, and I continued massaging his belly and chest with my tits. Up and down until I reached his cock and balls with my nipples.
“Was it already hard?” my little brother asked with morbid curiosity.
“Yes,” I replied. “But not completely.” I grabbed her to center her so that my tits would pass on either side of his cock.
–You liked your first experience in the massage parlor. I can tell – Carlos said. –I knew how slutty you are and I also knew that this job would bring out the slut inside you.
Carlos’ words encouraged me to continue playing my games with the client. To repeat, this time with more excitement, the excitement I had just experienced, because of my little brother’s vulgar comments. He always makes them in our moments of intimacy, knowing that they make my libido quicker.
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–The client saw my pussy coming and going until it almost touched his mouth. He grabbed my buttocks.
– How? Like this? –said Carlos, caressing my buttocks.
–Just like that, darling. All the while I was massaging his penis and balls with my hand, rubbing the whole package against my breasts.
“Has it gotten hard at all?” my brother asked.
“More or less like you, my life,” I replied, weighing with my hands the state of enjoyment in which his cock was.
Carlos moaned under my caresses. His morbidness was increased a hundred percent knowing that his little sister had just done that with a client.
–I want you to give Tomás this same massage. The cuckold deserves to have his slut do it to him too. He doesn’t know how slutty you are with others. The poor guy imagines you serving drinks instead of massaging cocks. At least let him experience how horny you are.
–I will do it Carlos. I swear.
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I began to slide the head of my brother’s already hard cock over my nipples.
– Have you touched yourself like that with the client’s cock too? – She asked between gasps.
–Yes, my love – I answered. –And then I grabbed his cock with both hands before putting it in my mouth – I said, imitating the previous session.
– Fuck, Anita! You are such a slut! And you do it so well! – he said to me. – Ahhh, he screamed when he felt the contact of my mouth on his foreskin.
–The client started licking my pussy, Carlos. I don’t know if you want to do it too – I said, putting my little slit over my little brother’s mouth.
I moaned too, feeling his greedy tongue playing between my pussy lips. I sucked him harder, while simultaneously masturbating him with my hand.
“You’ve been eating cock for so many years that no one does it better than you,” said Carlos. “The first cock you ate was mine, remember?”
–Yes, darling – I said, stopping the blowjob for a moment. –When I was thirteen. You were fifteen.
–I remember it perfectly, as if it happened yesterday. It was in the shower.
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My brother’s cock had reached that final, almost painful rigor. His tongue vibrated in quick movements over my clitoris while the lips of my mouth caressed the smooth skin of the swollen bud.
– Did you and the client stay in this position for a long time? –Carlos asked.
“No,” I answered. “I immediately started masturbating him with my pussy,” I said, placing Carlos’s cock between the nipples of my open pussy.
I was sitting with my back to him and he watched his cock poke out and hide between the cheeks of my ass.
–I think this is your thing, sis – my brother moaned. –You do it…ugh…you do it…ahhh fuck how you turn me on! You’ll be coming to work more days, I think. Right?
I had earned six hundred euros in less than two hours. At this rate our family debts would disappear in less than a month. I positioned my brother’s cock as I had positioned the client’s, with the tip pointing right at the entrance to my pussy, between my lips.
–I will come to your salon until I settle the family debts.
–I knew it. I know you, Anita. Don’t take it the wrong way. Just as a compliment. But it’s the truth – he said, interrupting his sentence with a moan as he felt him enter my pussy. –You were born to be a luxury whore – he said, grabbing my hips and raising my head to watch his cock enter me.
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My brother’s words really made me feel like that, just like he had said: a “luxury whore.” The six hundred euros in my purse confirmed it. I had fucked the Slavic soldier’s cock gently, penetrating slowly at first, feeling every millimeter of the phallus and moving my hips held by him, to make him feel it.
“I told the client not to move,” I told my brother. “I told him to let it happen, close his eyes and concentrate on feeling me.”
Now it was his, Carlos’s cock that didn’t move, that let my pussy do everything. I must admit that I am quite an artist when it comes to fucking. Tomás, my husband, is addicted to this way of having sex, motionless, enjoying the creativity that invades me when I am the one who takes the initiative.
– Fuck Anita! You are unique. Your husband doesn’t know how lucky he is to have you in his bed every night and fuck you whenever he feels like it – she said without stopping moaning. I was moaning too, but not outrageously, rather with that kind of sweet moan that reveals how horny a woman can be with a phallus inside her.
When I had it all inside and my pubis was hitting Carlos’s balls, I made light trips rubbing it against the pubic hair of his testicles, which were fully loaded and about to burst.
A long silence followed, during which only our moans of joy could be heard.
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During that silence, the only sound that could be heard was the sliding of his cock and the clashing of our bodies. I offered him the vision of my anus, of my separated thighs, of my work with my hips, up and down, down and up. Leaning on his thighs, I leaned forward to fuck him better. He fantasized about the idea that just a few minutes ago I had been like this with the client.
“Don’t lie to me,” said Carlos, “did you really fuck him like that?”
–I told you I was going to do exactly everything I did, reproducing every detail.
–Anita, you are deliciously dirty.
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I sped up my hips as I thrust, playing with just my head in, but much faster. Then I shoved it all the way in and began to rub my buttocks lengthwise against my brother’s pubis.
– You’re killing me, Anita! – shouted Carlos. You’re killing me! What a delicious whore you are!
The oil made it easier for our bodies to penetrate and slide, but I could feel my slit dripping with fluid. I felt like a goddess and a whore at the same time. I concentrated on giving my brother all the pleasure I could muster. I thought about what to say to increase his enjoyment.
–Carlos, there is no other cock like yours. No penis makes me feel so dirty. Am I your slut?
–You are, love. You have been since you were a child and you continue to be as a married woman. Ufffff how you make me a slut! Having a slut sister like you, fucking you like that, telling you how dirty you are and that you even like it. You are the best thing in my life Anita.
–Yessssssss. I like it. I love it when you tell me that while you fuck me. Hearing from your lips that I’m a slut is the most exciting part of my day.
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I leaned forward and fucked him faster, giving him a more visible view of my buttocks and pussy fucking him.
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Carlos looked at me as he had looked at the Slavic client before, the muscular soldier. He raised his head from the massage table. He grabbed my buttocks, letting me do it.
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Carlos, I want you to know that I leaned back like this,” I said, letting my back fall against his chest. And then I asked him for something.
– What did you ask for? Tell me, look how you’ve got me, Anita.
–I asked him to touch my tits and grab my neck tightly, as if he were forcing me.
– And he did it like that? – my brother said, repeating the same gestures. – Take that, bitch! Fuck me like the whore you are.
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“Let’s change positions,” I said to my brother.
“You did it with him,” he asked again.
“I already told you yes,” I answered as we lay on our right sides, with my brother behind me and my left foot on his thigh. “Touch my clitoris.”
My brother began to caress me with his fingers between my lips, that little button that swells up. As he did so he asked me:
– Did he touch you on his own initiative or did you ask him to?
–It was him, although I was grateful for it. I needed those fingers as well as his cock inside me. I was so slutty, Carlos!
– How about with me now? – he asked between moans as he felt the walls of my pussy squeezing his erection again.
–No bro – I answered. –I’m about to cum now – I replied, clenching my pussy.
Within seconds Carlos’s cock was still pumping as his fingers teased my clit between my open pussy lips. Now it was he who was doing the fucking.
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– Did it take much longer to cum? I’ll leave when you say so, Anita.
“He held on a little longer,” I replied, proud of having brought my little brother to the brink of ejaculation.
– Fuck! My balls hurt and my milk is gushing out.
–Stop for a minute and get off the table – I said, taking his cock out of me.
I positioned myself with my butt in the corner of the stretcher, almost out, on my side, my legs drawn up.
–He fucked me standing up.
–Anita, you can’t imagine how turned on I get by sticking my cock in the same place that guy stuck it in you a few minutes ago and seeing how you like it.
–Tell me, bitch, Carlos.
“You’re the queen of whores. The biggest and most artistic whore there is,” he obeyed as he fucked me again with a cock as hard as I’d never seen in my little brother. I was on my side and he had both hands resting on my hips.
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“My balls hurt, babe,” Carlos repeated again.
“Don’t cum yet,” I ordered him, “but you must lick my foot. Put your tongue between my toes while still fucking me.”
– Fuck Anita! This is the best fuck of my life. I swear.
And he began to lick my foot with relish. He thought that there were still traces of the other guy’s drool between my toes. And that made him even hornier. After licking it, he placed my calf on his shoulder and continued pumping but slowly so as not to leave before time.
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–Carlos, after this position my client placed me in the final position in which he gave me all his milk.
– Has your client finished yet?
“Yes. Look,” I said, positioning myself with my head out, bending my neck and opening my mouth. “I positioned myself like this and he entered me until the tip hit my throat. He came so deep that I couldn’t let out a single drop of his sperm.”
–Anita, I’m going to do it anyway. Okay?
–But don’t hurt my throat. You have a nicer, harder and bigger one than him.
–Here, eat it, I’m about to cum –he said as his cock began to fuck my mouth. It was the second cumshot in my mouth in a few minutes, but this time I had had my orgasm.
