My sister and I and my brother-in-law

I'm not going to be average: I love cockroaches. I was born to suck ass and suck dicks. I love men. They're everything! And I love cockroaches and cats! I started sucking ass very early. Several boys would tear me up right in my street and I would drink "little milk" in my throat every day. That was around my sixteenth year. Good time! I moved out of my place, and I lost the guys who would eat me alive, and I moved into a little place with a lot of gossiping people, so I was as low-key as I could be, and I just kept my ass out of the house, and I also had my dad, and if he found out what a "liver" I was, he'd beat the shit out of me, 'cause he's very conservative. I have a beautiful little sister named Jamile. She is very beautiful and very flirtatious. She always appeared with handsome boys. My father was a beast, because she changed boyfriends all the time. The poor man believed that his little daughter was still a virgin. That's right! Jamile told me every time she gave her kiss. She didn't tell me details, but she told me that she had sex. I was dying of envy! Her boyfriends were always boys from eighteen to twenty-two years old. Funny! For a period of time she managed to stay for a few months without dating. She did this mostly for my father, because he tore her purse. But this "regime" did not last long either. I was twenty-four and Jamile was nineteen when she appeared with her new boyfriend. What a wonderful macho! This time it was really a macho, a real man. A brunette with black hair and short, stocky, thick legs and the most wonderful of all: the immense volume of cock that stood out in the jeans he was always wearing. I was shocked at how much cat man was and handsome. I gave it to him! His name was Gilberto and he was twenty-nine. Incredibly, my father quickly accepted him. I think because he was already a man with a fixed job. He was a security guard at a furniture and appliances store very well known in the market, he had his own house, and he lived alone. How jealous I was of my sister Jamile. The guy was cat-like and deliciously delicious! He had a charming smile and a macho face and very, very good in bed. It seemed to be stamped on his face how good he was in bed and how virile he was. He had the face and manner of those males who do not stop giving you a roll until you ask "excuse me". I couldn't get Gilberto out of my head, let alone the enormous volume he had between his legs. When he came home, I would be on fire and wouldn't stop looking at the middle of his legs. And I was constantly dying of jealousy of Jamile. As the days went by, the male became more and more intimate with the family. He had a very serious mouth and demonstrated firmness in what he said. This certainly filled my father and mother with confidence. But my parents didn't allow Jamile to come home late when they both went out and demanded that she arrive before midnight. It didn't take long and my little sister told me something that was like a knife in my heart: she gave her kiss to that macho man. It was easy for them. He was off every week on alternate days. Then it was just her saying that she was going to school and to the course and instead she went to his house and gave her kiss all afternoon. How envious! I was amazed at my sister for how she endured that man. She was very happy and lived only smiling or laughing. Also, receiving a wonderful role like that ... Once, to my utter despair, Jamile made up a plan to go visit him at his workplace and called me to go with her. She kept insisting that I get a girlfriend so we could all go out. I didn't talk. I wanted to be her fucking man. When we got to the store where Gilberto was a security guard, I almost had a "piripaque" and fainted right there. He was delicious in plain clothes, but in a work uniform... I have no words. He was wearing navy-blue tergal trousers that fit snugly to the body, a blue blouse with the logos of the security company, a black hat firmly embroidered on his head, black boots and a black belt with a gun on his waist. But the gun I looked at wasn't the one on his waist. I looked at the huge gun between the legs of that spectacular male. It was fucking huge! A volume that looked like a pointy mountain. I thought, "Does Jamile get inside it?!" My cock was winking from wanting to swallow that member and my mouth was watering. I couldn't look away. He realized everything for an hour. He froze when I realized that my eyes were hungry. That night I couldn't sleep. The volume of Gilberto's cock dominated my thoughts. My ass was very hungry. I went to the refrigerator and took a very large, thick calabrese spoon and threw it on the wall with anger. I ended up in the bed and stretched my legs, I spit in the ass and began to shove the spoon inside. I was so eager to give the ass that I didn't feel any pain. My ass swallowed the calabrese spoon with ease. I began to punch the spoon thinking of Gilberto, thinking of Gilberto punching the cock inside me. I punched hard and, unintentionally, I felt the spoon breaking. I liked it a little bit, I took the spoon from the carrot and threw it on the wall with anger. I didn't feel satisfied, I went back to the refrigerator and then I was quiet and spit in the ass and started to shove the spoon inside. I was so eager to give the ass that I didn't feel any pain. My ass swallowed the calabrese spoon easily. I started punching the spoon thinking of Gilberto, punching the cock inside me. I punched hard and, and, unintentionally, I felt the spoon breaking of the spoon. One Saturday night, for the first time, Gilberto was invited to sleep in my house. My father and mother insisted. They offered a mattress for him to sleep in my room. I trembled. It had never crossed my mind to have Gilberto sleeping so close to me. But that's exactly what happened. Before sleeping, the male took a bath and came to the room without a shirt. For the first time I saw his chest completely naked. What a beautiful chest! A chest covered with hair, along with his belly. He was strong. I offered a shorts to the male and he accepted. My friend, when the ?bofe? took off his pants to wear the shorts almost a piece. What volume I had inside that huge white cotton hanger! His sleeve? He was all to the left of me and his entire sleeve was rolled up on the side. I saw the male hanging so close to my mouth with his shirt and shirtless. I was so hungry that when I looked at him all night, he was trying to pull me out of my sleep with a smile on his face. Gilberto's new hip was stretched so tight that I could not sleep with a smile on his face. From then on he was always asking me if I was going to get a girlfriend. I was getting all unfunny. His sleeping at home became constant and I was seeing that one day I was going to do something crazy and put my hand in that fuck. One night, I woke up and realized that he was not in the mattress. I got up puzzled and when I got to the room, I noticed that the door was half open. I went very slowly to the door and saw him and Jamile in the dark corner of the balcony fucking. He was sitting on a wooden bench that was on the balcony and Jamile with his skirt up to his waist galloping on his roller. I didn't see his stick, but it was clear that the box was being swallowed whole by my little sister's bucket. I got out of there eventually. I was dying of envy. I turned to the bed too quickly and now I had to go back to the room to see the milk. After a few minutes of consolation, I had my finger full and I went back to sleep. I couldn't get that image out of my head, and every day that went by, I dreamt more and more of Gilberto's break, and I would cry, wanting to suck that dick. One night when he again went to sleep at home, it happened. He was sleeping. I sat very slowly near his roll. He was sleeping upside down. Even in the dark I could glimpse the huge package. I sat there wondering whether or not I was doing what I intended. Suddenly, I heard Gilberto's voice. - What are you doing there, man? I almost had a piece, but I didn't move. - In the... nothing! We were silent for a moment. I was unable to move. Suddenly he spoke with a changed voice. - Get the fuck out of there! It was all or nothing, and I'd already been there, and I'd go all the way now, and I put my hand on his dick, and I could barely feel the touch, because he jumped off the mat and stood up. "Oh, fuck", he said in astonishment. I got up almost at the same time as him, and when I stood up, I got a slap on the face that was so hard that I rolled over and went to the ground. As soon as I had fallen to the ground, I took a "bico" on my thigh. I walked away from him and stood up. I felt a terrible pain in my thigh. He came over to me and put his finger on my face and said loudly: You son of a bitch, you think I'm gay? - Shut up, keep your voice down. - Why do you keep your voice down, you vicious bastard? He pushed me against the wall and stuck his finger in my face. Don't you ever do that again. I'm sorry, it won't happen again. I got out of there quietly and went back to my bed. I turned my face to the wall and hoped that no one had heard anything. My face was on fire because of the cap and my thigh hurt like hell. I didn't sleep. I waited for him to leave the next day to wake up. My thigh hurt and I had a purple mark. When I looked in the mirror, the surprise: my face was also purple. I left the house and I didn't come back until late at night. The stain was already very clear, imperceptible. After that day, Gilberto didn't come home for two weeks. My parents were surprised and Jamile said that he didn't want to come home, but didn't know why. He just told her that he was busy and tired. He certainly didn't say anything to Jamile about what happened, otherwise she would talk to me. Of course, he didn't stop eating my sister's kiss. She kept giving it to him almost every day. My sister went into a trial period and then one day she asked me to go to Gilberto's house to get some money from him. I refused, but she insisted that it was urgent and she couldn't miss the trial. Even reluctantly, I attended my sister. I was dying of fear of Gilberto. But I'm such a "mega-devil", every time I remembered the slap and the kick I had taken, I got excited. It's soft! He met me at the door of his house without a blouse and with a striped shorts of fine fabric that left his thick, hairy thighs exposed and the volume of his cock was incredibly huge. He wore sunga, because the volume was very graphic. My ass began to blink. He looked at me very seriously and said: - What is it? I was fascinated by the volume of fucking that stood out in the shorts. He told me to sit down for a while, but I said I had to leave right away. He went to get the money. When he handed me the money I wanted to leave right away, but he spoke. - Calm down there, boy! He locked the door and kept talking. I'm sorry I hit you that day. Forget it, I'm the one who should apologize, it won't happen again. "No", he said with a grin, a face of a damned bastard. It was only then that I began to notice that the volume of his cock was growing, he was getting hard. Did you know that ever since that day I've been wondering what it would be like to kidnap you? My ass started blinking too much and I knew at that moment that I was going to be fucked by that male. - I can't stop thinking about your dick. He stuffed his hand with his stick over his shorts and spoke: But you've never even seen it! But I don't even need to see it to know it's a huge, tasty dick! When I said that, the son of a bitch pulled down his shorts and showed me the biggest dick on the planet! What a huge, fat dick! Full of veins all over the trunk and with a juicy red head, it was half crooked to the left, all hairy and with a huge dick. The tip of his dick was all molasses. He swung the dick and spoke with a smile. - Are you just gonna stand there and watch? I ran and got down on my knees and stuffed that manly member into my mouth. I wanted to swallow it all at once, but it was just impossible to put that whole trunk in my mouth. While I was sucking his dick, I was massaging his balls. I was drooling over that dick that was so delicious I didn't want to take it out of my mouth ever again. The head was delicious! He started to fuck my mouth slowly and every now and then he would push the dick to the bottom of my throat. It took an hour for him to push hard and I would suffocate. I started coughing and he started laughing. He slapped the dick on my face insistently while I coughed. - I want ass! The time had come. The time when I was going to carry the stick of my dreams on my ass. He put me back on the couch and pulled my bermuda and swing at once, slapped my ass very hard and called me a wimp. He slammed my ass with both hands and started to push the stick in. He wasn't going to slow down, he was going to bury everything at once and did so. I screamed, because his cock was colossal. He clawed everything until he got to the bag. His stick pulled inside me. He started to punch and eat hard and said that he was going to break me. And I believed him, because his was bigger and thicker than any lingüi calabresa or carrot that had ever sunk into my ass. He would suck my cock without stopping for a few minutes. He pulled my cock into a frenzied rhythm. I had never tasted it before! He pulled me up in a good way and put me in the bottom of the stick at once and did so. I screamed, because his cock was colossal. He clawed everything into the bag. His cock pulled inside of the bag. He pulled me out of his milk and sweated me with a stick. He started to suck me with his own milk. And I felt like a pearl. He was still very hot. Little by little he came back to my house again, and when he came into the room, it was time for me to be eaten. Sometimes he ate me once before he went to sleep and again as soon as he woke up. Other times he ate me all night, and didn't sleep. Jamile and my parents had no idea that I was being enraged directly by Gilbert. And that's how my delicious brother-in-law began to eat me constantly.