I went to suck my brother's dick in the car, and he made me come out to play the campaign for the house next door.

My name is Marina. Today, I am 25 years old, 1.60 meters tall, 55 kilograms, white skin, dark brown hair and medium breasts and buttocks. Anyone who's read my last stories knows that I became my brother's naked slave, giving him wherever he wanted and with whomever he wanted. I'd been living with him for over a month, naked the whole time. I don't deny that I lived in constant fear of our parents finding out, and it would be bad enough if they knew that I was showing off in public or that I had sex with strangers, but that my brother was involved in eating me or watching me, and that would be too much for them. I noticed in living with my brother that I was his chance to get out of the slump. He had money and it wasn't little. He could go out, travel, shop and so on, only I was something different. I was something that money couldn't buy. A slave and an exhibitionist sister. All our outings were adventures to him, not just the fear of being caught, but the fear of being caught with. I think he needed each adventure to be unique, he needed excitement. And I just did what he told me to do, one fueling the other's addiction. One night we went out again, going in the direction of a Carrefour, if I'm not mistaken, there was a school or college next door. I never knew where or what was in store for me. We then entered a residential area. The area was of the very messy type, up and down, streets that fit two and others only one car. It was quiet where we stopped, it was a T-junction, where the street behind the car was a dead end. Again my brother put his stick out and I was sucking, while he smoked a cigarette with the glass open. My brother was almost making fun of me when he asked me to stop. He looked back and then with a childish smile said: - You want to play a joke? - What's that? - You see the house with the blue metal gate? - Yes, you did. - Go ring the bell or knock on the door. - But, brother, look at the distance. - You want to move back in with Dad? The idea of him leaving me and going back to my old life moved me. I got out of the car and headed for the place. From what I noticed in the garbage place, it should have some appliance maintenance in place, and the house that was supposed to ring the bell was in that cul-de-sac that was a little turnpike. I was afraid because I felt like I was entering a coliseum. When I saw the button, I tapped it twice. Running out, getting back in the car. My brother's had it and he's sucking again. I sucked it back with difficulty, because after the race and the scare the breathing didn't help. I heard the sound of the gate opening and scraping the floor. My brother began to narrate. - I think he's a gentleman, grey, about our father's age, and he just put the glasses in his pocket. He's looking around, looking for who rang the bell. He must've said a dirty word and walked in. From the type of terrain that was barren, my brother later saw you appear, climbing the outer stairs and going towards the door of his house. There you go again, sister. - What do you mean? - The joke gets more fun when you go out a second time. He goes out again, the point was that he could see in the back of the house a light. He knew that after ringing the bell he should be faster. Again I played and ran. As soon as I got in the car, my brother said, - Humm, suck it up, it's more fun. It took me a while to suck, I was out of air. - He came down the stairs fast. - Now he's coming out of the gate. - He's looking at the parked cars and behind the pole. - It's almost here. - Let's get out of here. - Shh, suck it and leave it to me. - You could hear the old man's footsteps and his grumbling. That 's when: - You saw who, God, I'm sorry. - Don't apologize, we're not doing it exactly in the right place. Instead of my brother letting you come back, he called you closer. - Get in here. - Sure, I was... - Come on, it's not worth it. I felt you were near the window. - The person responsible for ringing your doorbell is gone. - That bitch doesn't even respect a pensioner. - And you guys, don't be afraid to do it here with the window open. - I'm sorry, but it has to be in a hidden place, family issues. You should go to a motel. Yeah, well, you know, I can't leave a card trail. The old man laughed. - If I had a nice, safe place, I'd pay good money. - You'd have that seat. At that hour I looked up and saw the old man half smiling. - I do, for what it's worth. I think my brother pulled a couple of hundred out of his wallet. - Well, I think we have a deal. I'll open the garage and you guys can park. I think in less than five minutes, I was walking down a path that's in the back of the house so the neighbors wouldn't see us. You asked if you could have dressed to go in, but my brother said I loved going out naked, so I had nothing. The old man was looking at me. - It doesn't matter that I see your girl the way she came into this world. Actually, we'd love for you to come, because this beautiful little whore loves to be seen. Back in the living room, my brother sat on the couch, just dropping his pants. I got down on my knees and started sucking him off with you watching. Boy, this girl of yours is new, she's got a nice piece of meat. - Yeah and how you can see tasty suck. Looks like it. - Sit on the side, you'll see better. The old man sat next to my brother, his eyes didn't twinkle when he said, - It's true, it's not like I'm all eaten up. - She has experience. She's a whore you hired. She's not a girl I take care of. - You got it? - Yes, she's my sister. The old half who didn't believe it. Ever since she came home, she's been this naked. - You're gonna tell me that if I had a sister as slutty as mine I wouldn't eat. - I didn't have to be a whore, but then every little thing like yours would be. - Do you want to eat? - Wait, he's trying to whore me. Of course, she loves to feel a new roll every time she goes out. Come on, little sister, show me what you got. I got up and walked towards the gentleman, not a moment did he object when I pulled on his trousers, letting the stick jump. He wasn't completely hard when he fell on his face. My blow job made the boy really hard. - What a mouth. I was sucking on that stick with gusto, and my brother was watching with a smile. - Go sister, sit on his lap. I felt like my brother's little puppy, ordering sucking, sitting, etc. I did it without making any objections. Actually, the old man didn't know my voice, not a peep had I spoken and I was already sitting on his lap and feeling the dick. I was getting hot for that old man when I heard a door slam open. Then I saw a boy, I think about five years younger than me, stopping and watching a girl in the room give it to two men. - Take it easy, girl, this is my grandson. - Next wire, go to sleep or stay and watch Grandpa give the whore a treat. I think if you don't refuse to let my little sister stay and pray with that little mouth on our sticks, your grandson can enjoy the kiss. The old man laughed and agreed. When I went to see it, it was all about sucking and hitting each other. The boy would like to fuck me. I was noticing that I hadn't been startled by the appearance of the owner's grandson, I was losing my fear of being seen, or surprised. I noticed that when I saw the boy, I just got wetter. I felt the sun coming through the window. So I accelerated. I started moving my body back and forth. Soon the grandson began to joke with gusto. The old man began to suck with great desire. He sucked the head and touched the rest of the body with a pair of fingers. He couldn't take much of that sucking and he exploded in my mouth. I swallowed it so fast, the couch was intact. Then the three of them cleaned up. My brother thanked me and we left. All that time you didn't say a word. I'm sure if I ever went back there, the grandson and the owner would recognize me, but knowing my brother, he'd be preparing me for a new adventure, with different people.