Bastard love. Part 1: Birth

Bastard love. Part 1: Birth

Prologue.


- Dad, can I become a soldier?


- Of course, son.


- And the colonel?


- Yes, no problem, I'm a colonel ...


- And the general?


- With this, it is more difficult ... The general has the same son ...


Joke.


And do not take me for a "bad guy", I do not have a general father. And generally no. It's just that I've adapted too well to live. I am ready to achieve my goals in any way, even if people consider them immoral and vile: teeth, hands; legs; other parts of your body. If only for the benefit of "my beloved"! I like “my piece of the pie”, but if a neighbor has a better piece and has the opportunity, I see no reason to “swap” or “take away” with him, well, in extreme cases, “get into companions or comrades-in-arms” ...


1. Beginning.


It so happened that at the age of fifteen I was left without a father. One fine day he came, packed his things, and left in an unknown direction for me. Mother kept silent and he never appeared in our lives. We were left alone. Although it is strange to use this word for three people: mom; an older sister and me. We didn’t stay on "beans" in a four-room apartment. Sad as it may seem, I didn’t want to be the head of the “clan”. The youngest. My sister had already entered the university then. Mother, “having taken a bite of the bit,” gave all her strength to work, and I remained in the care of my sister. We didn’t live in poverty, but we didn’t skate like cheese in butter either.


After a few years, her labors bore fruit. Mom took the position of commercial director in one of the large firms and our business "went uphill." Later I found out that she "paid" for this position not only with knowledge and diligence but also with something else. She had to become the mistress of the general and not only that. A woman-mother, protecting and caring for her children, can do a lot! She did not talk to me on this topic, but she had a conversation with her sister, which I overheard. The knowledge gained during this conversation formed the basis of my self-education. Now the credo of my life has received justification and perspectives. And you can express it with simple quotes:


• All means are good to achieve the goal;


• Deceive your neighbor, do not forget about the distant one, for the distant one will approach and deceive you;


• The best defense attacks, for which you need to be strong;


• And, in the end - man is a wolf to man.


I began to go to the sambo and athletics section, but not in order to become an athlete but to be able to defend myself if necessary.


By the age of fifteen, it became clear that he went to his father. Tall, slender, with a good face. Blond hair, once gray eyes turned to steel. In addition, I got a sports figure, pumped up by training, and I could boast of a sharp mind from birth.


As befits in due time began to stare at girls. It was easier for me there were already two living in my house! Life is life ... At times, it happened by chance that I entered the room at the wrong time or stumbled upon half-naked figures of my sister or mother in the wrong places. Yes and clothes. You yourself know what they wear at home ... Usually what is comfortable on the body. Well, if you take into account the heat in the apartment in winter, then this is usually something light, translucent or tight-fitting, without unnecessary items such as a bra and the like. So if you look "correctly", you can see every irregularity, every bend of the body.


And then there was something to see! Despite her forty, Mom looked great. One hundred and seventy-five centimeters in height, a decent bust of the fourth size, slender. Perfectly with an eye-catching waist, well-built. Even wide hips did not spoil the picture, but gave it some piquancy, fueling desire. Yes, and my sister went into it. Younger, but just as slender, breasts are slightly smaller, but with age, I think, they will increase. Their height is almost the same, the same wide hips and slender legs.


More than once, after looking at their bodies, I had to seek solitude in a room or toilet and dump the accumulated excitement in any known way. Jerking off until tired, splashing out the accumulated sperm is far from intended. And doing this, I have repeatedly presented them as an application object for my "friend".


Most likely my organ also had hereditary qualities. Everything is relative. I did not consider him big but comparing my "wealth" in my soul after training, I was convinced of the opposite. No, of course, he did not pull at a monster, but the size was clearly larger than average! then my cock tensed so much that it even squeezed in the groin.


And it was so! I returned from school early, the teacher became ill, and therefore two lessons were canceled. When I opened the door to the apartment, I heard loud groans, screams, and groans. They were distributed from my mother's room. Quietly throwing off his sneakers, he tiptoed to the slightly open door and peered through the crack. Not to say that what I saw made me happy, but life is life, and “for sausage with lard” you have to pay!


Mommy stood on all fours, her full buttocks lifted high. Even though the slit, looked appetizing and aroused desire. Behind her, my mother's boss in Adam's costume stood with his back to me. And at that moment he licked her pussy and even, it seems, fucking with a finger. Mom's body arched, and she moaned loudly and rubbed her big breasts against the sheet. Then he pulled away from her and, straightening up, put a member to her bosom, planting it on the move, at the very "I do not want". And at a fast pace, working with his hips, he began to plant his penis in it. Moreover, he processed not only the pussy, but also the anus.


She raised herself, resting on her hands, and with each "blow", her breasts dangled merrily in a single impulse, swaying back and forth. And this hog also spanked her on the ass, which was already red from the previous "pleasures". When he fucked her in the ass, I could clearly see how her thick rollers of the labia were stretched, opening a dark irregularly shaped opening, the entrance to the vagina. She is energetically waved his movements, moaning loudly and twisting her buttocks. And this goat hairy to the ass with some kind of dull hoot and the subsequent slap of his hips on her buttocks drove and drove his dick into her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a black strip of curls on her pubis, although, to be honest, I was looking elsewhere ...


They were so carried away by this action that even if I walked through and sat down in a chair in this room, they most likely did not pay any attention to me. Within the first seconds, my penis became stone, forming a huge bump on my jeans. With difficulty unbuttoning them and lowering my panties, I began looking with all my eyes at the process of masturbating, through the force of holding back the groans of pleasure. And he finished pretty soon, so violently that a stream of semen hit the wall, spreading out in a shiny whitish blot, followed by the second and third.


Frightened, I frantically pulled on my panties, and, without buttoning my jeans, began to erase the traces of my "activity" with a handkerchief. After the procedure of "putting things in order," the handkerchief turned out to be wet through and through and dirty. I, having crumpled it, threw it into a corner and, holding back heavy breathing, quietly went out into the entrance. Having gone down, he began to wait for them to leave the "nest of paradise".


Half an hour later, mother and gentleman left the entrance. I am ready to lay my heart that when the couple walked to the car, my mother looked out at me in the yard, and she looked calm and contented. I was sitting, hiding in the bushes, not showing up in plain sight. Then they left and I went upstairs.


A short inspection showed that the handkerchief was not in the corner. He was found among the dirty laundry, prepared for washing. There was nowhere to go, all that was left was to wait for a reaction to my act. And in the head of excitement of lust, what he saw was spinning. In the evening, without waiting for my mother to come, I sneaked out into the street where I "walked" until dark.


Then I had to go home. Oddly enough, but they greeted me warmly, my mother did not say a word about the scarf and everything else. I was at a loss, but I kept silent myself. And only when I went to bed, she came to my room, sat in the darkness on the edge of the sofa, and, after a pause, gathering her strength, said:


- I know that you were at home this afternoon and saw me with my boss. Shut up. I saw the handkerchief and wiped the wall myself. Of course, I don't blame you either. The normal reaction of a teenager to what he sees. I just don't want to think badly of me.


She paused, gathering her thoughts, and continued:


- I have to do this, otherwise, I will lose my job. You mustn't judge me.


And as if answering my dumb question:


- It's my fault. Shouldn't have gone home. And it won't happen again. Forgive me, honey.


She bent down and kissed my forehead.


I hugged her and whispered:


- I accidentally saw everything, we were released from lessons. I will no longer ... - and then added, marveling at his courage, - you are so beautiful ...


- Mal still talk to mom like that, - she joked, - okay sleep! Let's forget everything!


“Yeah,” I said, for the first time acutely perceiving my mother as a woman. Desired, kind, and necessary to me ...


Immediately before my eyes, there was a picture seen during the day, from which my penis got up, and a shiver ran through my body. Mom sighed again and, straightening the blanket, left the room. And I got down to business, caressing my excited nature ... For a week I had to walk on my guard, as the half-naked bodies of my ladies caused an instant boner, which had to be hidden from them by all available means.


2. Sister.


Gradually, the impressions of what he saw smoothed out, although they were not forgotten. I graduated from high school, applied to the university, and successfully passed the exams. And in October my mother went on a business trip, and we were left with my sister alone. She had already entered the last year, and still tried to command me like a little one, sometimes driving me "to white heat." I, of course, snapped, but she did not take my arguments seriously, considering herself my "guardian". In fact, we lived together defending and "otmazyvaya" each other. If necessary, I also used force against her offenders, although I was younger. We didn't have "taboo" in our conversations, but it didn't go further than conversations, no matter how hard I tried.


I was sitting at the computer in the evening, crawling on XXX sites, when there was loud drumming at the door, and I had just found an interesting video and watched it with pleasure, jerking off along the way. Reluctantly, he got up, pulled on his pants and went out into the corridor, and opened the door. Behind her stood a deeply buried, drunk miracle - my sister. I have never seen her like this before. Out of surprise, I could only say:


- Fuck ... Jackdaw! Where did you get so much, and for what occasion?


- Fuck you, Gray! He left me! All of you guys are goats! - she said pompously and burst into tears bitterly.


I calmed her down as best I could, led her into the kitchen, and put water on for coffee. Then he took out an open bottle of cognac from the refrigerator and put it on the table. He arranged the glasses, and sat down opposite the little sister, said:


- Tell me: who ... whom ... when did you leave?


- He ... a bastard, - choking with tears, Galya excitedly began, - he used me, played around and threw ... And I, like a fool ... believed him!


- Is that the one with the muzzle? - I specified.


—... - she nodded and after waiting for a little, asked, - mold me too.


I poured two glasses, one full and the other splashed on the bottom. He handed her a full glass and said:


- I'll break his face tomorrow! He will not come up to you anymore! I promise!


- Come on ... Don't mess with it. I'll deal with him myself. Better let's drink: "To love!" ... - she added.


- Are you even pregnant? I asked cautiously.


She looked at me with a piercing, almost sober look and, reaching out her hand, stroked my hair and, without addressing me, said:


- And when did you grow up ... Gray? You think like a man ... - continued, - no. I am not pregnant, I was using contraception. We need to finish the university.


I felt relieved.


- Well, fuck him! Forget it ... You will find a new admirer ... I will 

I told you a long time ago that he is a goat ... And you ... He is good ...


She roared again, muttering something. I silently took her hand in mine, squeezed it, slightly stroking the palm with my thumb. From my touch, her palm clenched, firmly grabbing my hand, and Galya still continued to sob. Although my moving finger seemed to have a calming effect. Plus, I said all sorts of gentle nonsense, not at all caring about the meaning. The main thing was the number of words and intonation and even this stroking. She froze as if listening to something. She stopped crying, although she was still sobbing. Gradually she relaxed, and I took her brush with my other hand. Now my two fingers were stroking my relaxed palm. To be honest, I spoke to her like a little girl who broke her beloved doll.

Seeing that she was calming down, he suggested:


- Galya, let's go, I will take you to the room, and you will go to bed?


The sister, as if breaking out of a trance, looked at me strangely and silently nodded. When I started helping her up, I roused myself and, grabbing a glass, drank it in one gulp. And then looking at me she muttered:


- Drink too ... Good toast ...


By the time we got to the bunk, she was completely unhappy. Her legs did not obey, and she still strove to fall on me, giggling drunkenly. When I brought her to the room and put her on the bed, she fell on her back, arms outstretched. Her blouse was pulled up to her neck, her bra was in the same place. Soft white breasts spread to the sides. Gradually looking at her beautiful body, I could not take my eyes off.


- Can I help you spread out? - panting, I said, heading for the door.


- Yes! - With a drunken laugh, she squeezed out of herself, - and change the same. I know that you sometimes spy on me when I change ...


“You didn’t close the door yourself then,” I began to make excuses, recalling the incident.


- Come on, - she tried to wave her hand, but she just twitched.


I silently returned and began to straighten the bunk. Galya, pretending to help, interfered with me, giggling stupidly. In spite of everything, he straightened the blanket, took out a nightgown from under the pillow, and put it on her hips.


- Change clothes, - and left the room.


I needed a drink. This journey "from St. Petersburg to Moscow" morally tired me. Not only did I have to keep her from falling, for everything that I came across, I also, pulling her onto the bed, lifted her up to her neck and almost pulled off her blouse and bra. I still felt the soft softness of her breasts under my hand.


Having topped me up to the brim with brandy in a glass, I drank and ate some candy. Only now I remembered about the water put on the stove and turned off the gas. Almost all the water boiled away, dully splashing with the bubbles remaining from it. I waited a few more minutes and went to see how my little sister settled down there.


Entering the room, he got a little fucking. She pulled off her already almost removed blouse with a bra and tried to unbutton her jeans. I've always wondered


about legs - like that! Now the second one.


A similar operation and jeans with panties entangled in them fly into the corner. Right there, as a magician, I literally "jump" out of my leotard, and at the same time my swimming trunks. Galya has already bent her legs, spreading them wide apart, and with one hand strokes her smacking wet gleaming pussy, and with the other, she torments her plump breasts. As I stare at this, dumbfounded, she begins to moan. Without stopping from his occupation, he demandingly says:


- Come on! - Her palm rests on the pubis, and her fingers spread the rollers of the outer lips, wet and swollen, to the sides.


Then she, funny fingering with her fingers, grabs and spreads to the sides the pink double "comb" of the inner ones that have appeared between them. Recovering myself, I put my hands on her round knees, pressing, trying to part them even more. At the same time I bend over, and my tongue goes from top to bottom, and then back along the pink slippery from the juices of the flesh. She moans:

- Stronger...


I tighten my tongue and, pressing it, I repeat the maneuver, only starting from the bottom, and when it touches a small "pea" at the very top, Galina sobs, her abdominal muscles tighten and her buttocks "jump" up, and the perineum is pressed against her face.


- Yes! So! She moans.


Having understood how and what to do, I begin to diligently lick her charms, not forgetting to pull the clitoris with the tip of my tongue from time to time. Tense abdominal muscles literally throw her up to my face. From below I see a dark hole and, realizing that this is the entrance to the vagina, I immediately bump into it with a tense tongue rolled into a tube. He falls quietly inward until my mouth rests on my crotch. I twist them to the sides. Moans turn into howling, and she again grabs my head, pressing with all her might to the pussy.


- Yet! Stronger ... Please, Seryozhechka ... - Galya sobs. My nose rested against the head of the clitoris, and I twitch my head almost imperceptibly. Spasms again. Galya screams. It's some kind of strange gurgling scream like she's out of breath. Her arms are lifted from my head, making strange passes, as if pushing me away. But even liberated, I do not try to leave the "front line" by continuing to move my tongue to bring it to "condition".


- Enough ... - she screams, - come on into me.


I slowly tear myself away from her bosom, wiping my swollen wet lips, and slightly bothering direct my cock, trembling with excitement, into her vagina. I move forward, and my tense rod freely enters into a cozy hot "nest". She moves towards me, and I lean on her body. Further, it seems, gene memory is triggered, and I begin to move, accelerating. Within a minute we hit the rhythm. Our bodies slap into each other with loud slaps, and the scrotum dangling below gently hits the buttocks.


- Faster ... Deeper ... - her lips whisper, spreading into a "grin".


- How much deeper? - I think, - “they don’t let the eggs go any further”!


She suddenly shudders. I feel how the body pressed against me is straining. And it starts to vibrate.


“Just don’t cum inside me,” Galya whispers on the verge of audibility and immediately begins to twist her in an attack of orgasm. Spasms rolling in waves. The vagina pulsates, squeezing the penis, then loosening the grip. My scrotum suddenly contracts, pulling my testicles to my groin. I abruptly push myself away from the bed, leaving the hospitable bosom, and as soon as the head is shown "in the wild" I "shoot" with a whitish stream of semen flooding Galin's stomach. A few drops fall on her chest, but she does not pay attention to it, twitching spasmodically on the bed. So we are for a while. I was on my knees leaning against her, and she was lying on her back with my eyes closed. Satisfaction plays on the faces, and the lips stretch in a silly smile.


Without opening her eyes, the sister says, disconnecting:


- Now sleep ...


With difficulty I get up, on shaking legs, I touch her shoulder. She is sleeping! Legs are hanging off the bed, the whole belly is covered with sperm. Sighing, I go to the bathroom with a towel and when I come back, I begin to wipe it off. Sweaty face, hands, sweat, and semen starting to thicken. Having put her in order a little, I pull out the blanket from under her, with difficulty putting it on the bed and, covering it, go to wash.


But before getting into the shower in the kitchen I drank another glass. Here comes the shower! Hot water washes away sweat and fatigue. Lathering my organ, I catch myself thinking that I want more! Immediately I feel my organ swelling from touches and seditious thoughts ...


I quickly dried myself off, and in a minute I was settling down next to my sister on the bed. She lies on her side with her back to me. I lift her left leg and easily slip inside. It's still wet and hot there. I begin to slowly move my buttocks back and forth. The second time is easier. I do not hurry. Nobody rushes me. Galina moves forward a little in a dream, bending and muttering something. The second time I finish very quickly. There is little sperm and it flows in a lonely trickle down her buttocks.


I get up again, pick up the towel thrown to the floor. Wiping off my sister's soft relaxed ass. I spread my buttocks to the sides and take my time looking at her anus. A slightly opened star of light brown color, and in everything, it is far from virgin. There was a desire to try there too, but I was tired. Deciding that this would not go anywhere from me, he threw the towel on the floor. I stretch out my hand, turn off the light and, ducking under the covers, clinging to the hot soft body, I fall asleep.

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