Vaginismus 1

We're part of a traditional family, religious and so on.
At home, there are five people who know:
My father, an austere Spanish, traditionalist and full of old-fashioned manners and customs.
My mother, the typical Italian matron, religious and all moralist.
Me, Mario, at the time of this event, recently graduated in telecommunications engineering. Typically Latin, from the Mediterranean. Black eyes and hair like everyone at home.
My two younger sisters than me, our one-year differences.
The youngest got married early and moved to Barcelona.
Carmen the middle sister, seemed never to enter into a firm and consistent relationship. She always lived with unhappy appearance.
The subject of home sex is forbidden and sinful, repelled to slaps and slaps.
We lived as in cloister, each in his corner and without many intimacy, until one day our parents went to Barcelona to meet the grandson.
For the first time we were alone at home, I was 28 and Carmen was 27. I'm close to a good party, I invited Carmen to a barbecue at some friends' house. Something rare to happen. It was a Saturday afternoon, full winter, a cold to freeze any unsuspecting. We exceeded a little in the wine we were served.
In this pack we returned home talking about amenities, there arriving I began an interrogation about her relationships, because she did not date anyone etc. She timidly responds to me that relating to someone never worked out very well, that the rare boyfriends she had always ended when things went to greater intimacy. Perplexed, I asked: When you go to bed, is that it?
Very embarrassed replied: - That's right, it ends before anything happens.
Hold on, sis, let's put aside polite words and talk about popular, okay? I want to understand all this better, okay?
With black eyes dipped in tears, he replied: - Please, I am ashamed to talk about it, especially with you. It's a subject that really hurts me and makes me unhappy.
- It's okay. I'm your brother. I just want to see her happy and blameless. What's going on? Why are my little jabuticabs plunging in tears?
The ambient cold was increasing, I ascended the fireplace while Carmen went to his room to put on a more comfortable and warm outfit. I did the same. I got a bottle of cognac from the old man's cellar. We snuggled under a blanket in front of the fireplace, tasting the cognac, then she grew courage and started talking.
- Remember, bro, when you were dating your friend Flavio? We were in love on that trip we took to the coast, I wanted to give myself to him. That's when my torment began.
- It's okay. What do you mean, I don't understand? It didn't happen?
- What? No bro, it didn't happen at all, I couldn't give myself to him.
- Why? Were you scared? Wasn't he kind? Or what?
- Oh, brother; I'm ashamed of what happened and it's been chasing me to this day.
- It's okay. Wait a minute, cut the crap and tell me, it's been over 10 years. Boy, you're beautiful and hot and from what I can imagine, what really happened?
- Yeah! I'll tell you, but please don't judge me. I've had enough of this, okay?
- Sister, I told you by hugging tenderly, I would never judge you. If I can just help you be happy, that's all. And you're sure of that, aren't you?
- Yes, of course I do, but I never told anyone. Maybe that's why I'm so distant.
- Come on, tell me. I said it energetically.
We were already a little high, the heat from the fireplace warmed up quite a bit, pulling us out of the blanket. She was wearing a wool truck, I was wearing shorts and a robe. We sit across from each other with crossed legs. In this position, she displayed her brunette, well-turned thighs and her tiny panties. So she started her sad story.
- It's okay. It was for Flavius that I was naked for the first time, she got her eyes glazed in my naked body. Very affectionate he kissed me and touched me, provoking sensations that I had never even imagined feeling. When we were too excited, I asked him to make me a woman. How awful, trying to penetrate me, you couldn't do it at all.
I started laughing, playing. - Did he blow it? Rsrsrsrs
- It's okay. She's already looser, answered, nothing. I had a tougher dick than you now.
I hadn't even realized my limb was stiff and out of shorts. Kind of embarrassed and excited by the look and the report, I tried to hide it.
- Bobo, your dick is beautiful, I don't mind seeing it, quite the contrary.
- Cool, I said, continue what happened then?
- My pussy got stuck, my finger wouldn't go in. And so it has been to this day.
Crying copiously, he said, "I'll never be able to feel a limb inside me."
I tenderly hugged her, trying to comfort her tears, kneeling as she was, my stiff limb was almost the height of her face. Feeling his hot, gasping breath, he pulsated.
At that moment, my mind was in a desperate conflict, all the strict education was charging me, when I found out, I felt your lips touching my limb over my shorts.
The climate between us was of extreme sensuality and horny, without me having or taking any attitude she exclaims: - Bro, makes me woman!
- Are you crazy? We're brothers, it's wrong.
She continues: - I know, do not think I am also in conflict and ashamed, but I am also full of horny and will. And who else could you ask to help me resolve this conflict that exists in me? I have to enjoy this rare moment when we're drunk, close and horny. Or aren't you?
Full of courage and determination he took off before my eyes, revealing a sculptural body, full breasts and firm. A Latin goddess!
- It's okay. Well, I did. Let's try. I kissed her burningly felt her body shivering.
She finished undressing me, throwing me on the carpet and came over me. He knelt by fitting the delicious pussy in my limb, which could barely penetrate his vaginal lips.
I let her do what she understood best. Caringly rubbed my limb in his grill, his excitement escalating rapidly. So much so that her honey would run down her brunette thighs and sometimes she would try to penetrate unsuccessfully. My limb doubled with every fruitless attempt. At one point she began to mock, at that moment when the spasms of pleasure took her body she sat down at once. Success, it went to the stalk of a single shot. As the tunnel of pleasure was cramped, it caused much pain. The contractions of his spasms of pleasure were so intense that my member felt compressed by a very strong hand; causing much more discomfort than pleasure.
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