Fresh or chilled

I was already a typical male despite my eighteen years of age. I lived thinking about sex and masturbating ferociously with every erection. My eighteen-year-old sister Esther, already knowing of my sexual appetite, only received her classmates in her room behind closed doors, especially when our parents were not there.
I can't stand to see this dirty look on my friends.
Her two best friends were beautiful:
Marcinha was exuberant despite her name. Blonde with long straight hair, thick thighs, always covered with a shorter skirt She had fleshy lips. When she sat down, I imagined where those beautiful legs would end. She was cultured and worked in the library of the university campus where they studied. She had a beautiful pair of breasts. She was already going there at the age of twenty-five. I'm sure there was already food.
Beth was much younger, her breasts were small, but I was enraptured by her nipples marking the fine knit blouses and her oriental beauty. She had slender but well-groomed legs. Her hair was dark brown and long. She must have been about twenty-two years old. I thought she was a virgin, because she had a more modest manner.
Esther was very pretty, with a decided lower lip, a well-made bundle, small, ripped nipples, but I didn't feel jealous of her. In our games I would put my hand on her ass and she would push me: "What a disgust!"
That day our parents had traveled for two days to visit my sick grandmother. I as usual stood outside listening to their laughter. It sounded like nice music, stirred something inside me. I got stuck.
Lying for a long time on the couch in the living room, I tried to listen to the noises coming from my sister's room, and I began to fantasize: I imagined that they were all sitting on the bed, reading some college book, and then they accidentally touched each other and got angry with each other.
I remembered the sleeping pills in the bathroom cabinet in my mother's room. I made a nice mango juice and, along with it, four pills. Surely they would be asleep for the rest of the afternoon. I put the three glasses on a tray and went into the room. Esther gave me an angry look. "I told you...! "
They were sitting on the bed, but they were innocently leafing through the books. Marcinha had her legs indiscriminately open, but she closed them when she noticed my gaze. "It's all right Esther. I drank too much juice and came to see if you wanted it". "That's smart, you can leave the tray there and fall off".
Within the next half hour, the laughter grew weaker, the conversations more spaced out, until absolute silence reigned.
I walked into the room with my dick about to explode. Esther slept more to the corner of the bed, Marcinha more at the foot snuggled, with her hair spread on a pillow and Beth more on the edge of the bed still held a glass. I went to the window and closed the curtains, leaving the room in the shade.
I looked at these women with a different feeling: power mixed with fear; Marcinha's hair and the butt of her white panties under her shrunken thighs; Beth's angelic face; Esther's butt well marked in her jeans. At that moment I realized that it didn't matter at all that she was my sister.
I got to the Marcinha and I smelled the bottom of her panties. The scent that invaded my nose invaded my whole being. I began to smooth her muzzle, on top of the panties and she gave a weak moan and stretched her legs. Taking advantage of the new position, I turned her body upwards. Her breasts were close to my face. I opened her blouse, I pulled off her bra and I began to massage her nipples with the tip of her fingers. She was naked and her nipples became numb. I fell from sucking and spitting. I took off all her clothes, I shrunk and opened her legs, leaving her belly exposed. She was loquacious and fucked her feathers, I could only leave some on the mountain of Vênus. She kissed her thick red lips and completely turned her lips to the small ones, I pulled her head upwards, and I began to rub her nipples with the tips of her fingers. I felt that her face was flattened by the sunlight. I thought that she was sleeping with a little drop of flesh on the bottom of my lips. I felt that she was sleeping with a little bit of her own skin, and I began to cry.
Beth resounded in her angelic beauty. I brushed her hair and gently kissed her lips. I took off her dress, leaving her with her underwear. I reached for the base of her tiny breasts and took off her bra with my mouth. Her nipples were a delight. I sucked them eagerly and my dick throbbed again. Lying on her side, she made the beautiful curvature of her almost childish ass more apparent. I put my hand under her panties and smoothed the little bundle until I put my finger tip on her tiny cube. When I tried to reach the ball, a cauliflower ran across my spine: there was a pin.
I lowered my panties. There was a small penis, like a little boy's penis. Surprise gave way to curiosity. What a pity. She was beautiful! I put my panties back on, but I couldn't resist. I kept kissing her, sucking her nipples and smoothing out her little bundle. She also moaned softly. I brought my hand back to her volume, but now I found a hard stick of full size.
I pulled Beth down and carefully laid her on the carpet in the room My sister was snoring. Seeing her now as a woman, I couldn't associate her with that implicit but beloved sister. I took off all of her clothes, licking every inch of her soft, warm skin. I didn't touch her cheek, but I turned her upside down on the bed, leaving her knees on the floor. Her little bundle was beautiful. I opened it and I stared at that beautiful pink ass. I pinched the tip of her tongue and he blinked. I filled her joy with saliva and I forced her neck with one finger and then with two. I pressed my head against her and I pushed it. I felt the ring open on her. I felt the whole bag go up on her ass.
At this point, she let out a whimper. The pressure on my dick was great, but I was able to initiate a back-and-forth motion. I smoothed her belly and back as she fucked. I felt my legs sway and all the unbounded joy exploded in my sister's ass. I pulled the stick and the ass blinking, let go of the fucking blow.
I looked for a towel in my room to clean them and unclutter them, trying to leave them the way I found them.
As I was preparing to leave the room, I heard laughter... "Do you think we fell for yours?" The intention was to catch you in the "flag", but Marcinha's groans made us let go of the "roll".
Beware of this sleeping pill business, you idiot!
Two months later, my grandmother recovered from her illness and decided to have a family celebration.
That afternoon Marcinha and Beth went back to study, and Beth, in her short, light skirt, walked past me on the living room couch and blinked.
So, will you prepare a mango juice for us?