Chapter 14

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The days go by and I'm lying on the couch, tired after a long week of work. Suddenly, I hear footsteps approaching. I open my eyes to see Tamara bouncing in happily, her huge breasts swaying with each step.

Hello Little Brother I want you to take me to dinner tonight! "It'll be fun," he says enthusiastically, sitting next to me on the couch: Please say yes.

He looks at me with those big, seductive eyes, his bottom lip between his teeth. I know it will be difficult for me to say no.

But the truth is that I am exhausted:

I'm sorry Sister but I'm very tired today. How about we order takeout and stay here?

I respond, trying to hide my fatigue.

She frowns slightly, crossing her arms under her breasts, lifting them even higher: Oh come on, do it for me! I want to go out and have fun with you. appeal

caressing my thigh: Please..."

I sit up on the couch: Okay, we'll go to dinner the way you want. But if I'm going to take you out, I hope you wear something really sexy tonight. I want all men to be speechless seeing your figure.

Tamara looks at me maliciously, biting her lower lip: Oh, don't worry Little Brother. I have the perfect dress that will make everyone horny. He responds, giving my cheek a playful pat before getting up from the couch: I'm going to get ready. Wait till you see me!

After getting ready I wait for half an hour Tamara emerges from the bathroom wearing a tight black dress that leaves little to the imagination. The fabric clings to her generous curves like a second skin, the deep neckline showing the valley between her large breasts. The skirt is short, barely covering her rounded buttocks.

Tamara: Well? How do I look, little brother? she asks, slowly turning around to show me her entire outfit from different angles.

I get up from the couch and walk towards her, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her towards me. My eyes roam over his body with lust:

You look like a fucking slut, Tamara. But my bitch. And you don't know how much I'll enjoy watching all the assholes drooling over you tonight.

She laughs flirtatiously and presses her body against mine: Ooh, how tough you are. I love it. Now let's go before you decide to keep me locked in the house all night, and in bed! She winks at me, grabbing her purse and heading towards the door, shaking her butt exaggeratedly.

I get into the car, admiring Tamara as she sits next to me.

Her dress has ridden up so much that you can almost see her underwear.

I start the engine and go out into the street, feeling his hand slide down my thigh:

"So where do you want to go to dinner?"

I ask, keeping my eyes on the road.

Tamara thinks for a moment, her index finger absentmindedly running up and down my leg: I know this little place downtown, El Rincón del Diablo. It's nothing fancy, but they have good food and the atmosphere is very interesting. He responds with a chuckle: Plus, I heard the guys who go there are really hot. Wouldn't that be fun? Maybe you could get someone else to call me a bitch...

I look at her out of the corner of my eye, feeling a mixture of excitement and jealousy at her words. I know that place - it's a dive bar full of drunks and suspicious people.

But the thought of seeing her provoke them all, exposing her body outrageously, sends a wave of heat to my crotch: Okay, let's go to Devil's Corner then. We'll see what happens.

During the ride we come across a red light and a homeless man approaches the car window, begging for some coins.

I watch with curiosity as Tamara takes a few bills out of her purse, folds it carefully and places it inside her neckline, pressing it between her large breasts. She leans forward, lowering her cleavage so the man has a full view, letting out a sigh at her action.

If you want the money, you'll have to look for it here, handsome. Tamara says with a flirtatious smile, moving her shoulders to make the bill slide between her breasts:

Go rescue him. I promise not to bite... too much

The homeless man looks surprised for a moment, but quickly shoves his hand into Tamara's cleavage, rummaging between her breasts to find the money.

Tamara moans softly, with pleasure:

Ooh, what big hands you have... I bet you have other big parts too, right?

I watch the scene with a mixture of amazement and excitement, my member supporting my Sister's shameless display.

The homeless man finally finds the bill and pulls it out, looking confused and excited: "Thank you miss..." he stutters, walking away quickly.

Tamara laughs and sits up straight in her seat, turning to me with a mischievous smile: What? I was just being nice to the poor boy...

I look back at her with a raised eyebrow, clearly impressed by her boldness: Kind, you say. I'd rather say that you were shamelessly flirting with that tramp in front of me. And you enjoyed it, didn't you?

I ask him, driving through the streets

She shrugs innocently, but there's a mischievous glint in her eyes:

I was just being nice. Besides, what does it matter if I flirt a little? At the end of the day, I'm yours, Little Brother, there's no problem if I have a little fun.

Tamara slid her hand up my thigh, squeezing gently: Although I guess it doesn't bother you too much that I show a little skin, right? You know men love...

His touch sends shivers of desire down my spine. Tamara is right, in part it excites me to see her being so provocative, although it also annoys me that she flirts with others. I decided not to care about it and focused on getting to the restaurant. I'll have time to punish her for her behavior later...

As I drive toward our destination I find myself reflecting on the dynamics of our relationship. Originally, I was much more submissive, always eager to please them and satisfy their desires.

But lately, something has changed inside me. As they continue shamelessly flirting with other men right in front of me, a new feeling of begins to take over me.

In my mind, I imagine all the ways I could punish them later for their shameless behavior: spanking her voluptuous bottom until it turns bright red, tying her hands behind her back and teasing her mercilessly, making her beg... Part of me knows that this side of me might surprise or even shock them. But another party doesn't care. It's like something or someone has brought out these impulses in me, and I'm ready to release them completely. Let's see how Tamara reacts when I show her who's really in charge tonight. Although maybe I spoke to the system, it's been a long time without having any contact with it.

We arrive at El Rincón del Diablo, which looks more like a dive bar than a restaurant. Outside, there are tough-looking customers, many with bottles of beer in their hands. Tamara jumps with excitement in her seat as we park.

Tamara: This place is perfect, don't you think? She says with a smile: All these cute boys to play with... She winks at me before getting out of the car, her short dress riding dangerously up to her thighs.

Inside, the atmosphere is dimly lit and full of smoke.

Music blares from old speakers. We take a booth near the bar, Tamara approaches me and presses her chest against my arm.

Tamara: Can you bring us a couple of margaritas, honey? he asks sweetly: Then maybe I'll put on a little show for you...

Her foot finds its way up my leg under the table, rubbing suggestively.

Nodding, I leave the booth and head to the bar to order our drinks.

As I wait, I see Tamara in the reflection of the mirror behind the liquor shelves. She's sitting there, leaning forward deliberately, giving the men around her a generous view of her cleavage. Several pairs of eyes are glued to her, staring at her hungrily.

With our margaritas in hand, I return to the booth. Tamara takes hers with a grateful smile, her foot still caressing my thigh. I put my drink down firmly and stare at her, my gaze darkening.

Be careful what you wish for, Tamara. You know I won't tolerate too much provocation without consequences. Maybe you want me to punish you.

My hand slides possessively up her bare thigh.

She bites her lip, meeting my intense gaze with a defiance of her own.

Promises, promises. Tamara purrs, taking a long sip of her drink. "We'll see if you can back up that big talk later, handsome."

His hand finds my crotch under the table and squeezes it gently.

I shoot Tamara a predatory smile, squeezing her hand tightly as I drag her towards the small dance floor.

She staggers a little, surprised by my sudden movement, but quickly regains her composure. I press her body against mine, one hand on the small of her back, the other gripping her hip.

As we start moving to the beat, I lean in closer, my lips brushing against her ear: You wanted to put on a show, didn't you? Well, let's give them something they really want to see.

My hand slides lower, grabbing a handful of her ass and pulling her harder against me.

I grind my hips against hers, letting her feel the evidence of my arousal.

Tamara gasps softly, her eyes widening with a mix of surprise and excitement:

Mmm, someone's feeling frisky tonight. He purrs, wrapping his arms around my neck: Watch out, baby. If you keep this up, I might forget where we are and start undressing you right here on the dance floor.

Despite her playful words, I can feel her trembling slightly against me, excited.

I smile at the breathless comment coming incredibly closer to me:

You'd like that, wouldn't you? Get naked and ride me right here in front of everyone. Prove to all the sluts that I am.

My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her ass, kneading hard.

Tamara moans softly, her face flushed and her eyes glassy with lust.

I spin her around suddenly, pressing her against my chest, and start grinding against her from behind: Look at them looking at you, desperate to fuck this tight little body.

My hand snakes up to grope her heavy breast while the other moves between her legs, cupping her mound through her thin panties.

Tamara shudders and moans, trying to maintain her composure despite the overwhelming stimulation.

I give him a hard slap on his round butt.

Come on, sister. Give them a real show. I growl. She smiles mischievously and turns to face the crowd, swaying her hips seductively as she dances alone.

His hands roam over her curves, groping her breasts and butt, making a vulgar display.

The men scream and howl, some even moving closer to get a better view of her exposed skin.

Tamara seems to devour the attention, loving every second of his hungry gazes. She pulls her blouse down even further, exposing the bottom half of her big tits. Then she turns around and bends over, moving her butt just inches from several faces.

Tamara looks at me with anticipation in her eyes as she drags me onto the dance floor again.

This time, instead of letting her put on a solo show, I join her in running my hands freely over her body in front of everyone.

I cup her heavy breasts, squeezing them tightly as I rub against her ass. She lets out a loud moan, not caring who sees or hears her. I slide my hand under her short skirt, pushing aside her damp panties to caress her slick folds.

Tamara shakes her hips at my touch, her juices covering my fingers:

That's it, sister. Take it. Let everyone see how dirty and slutty you are.

I growl in his ear. Lose your lust, she shamelessly rubs herself against my hand, her screams of pleasure echoing through the packed bar.

While Tamara lets herself go, others begin to join the dance floor, attracted by the lewd spectacle. Two burly men stand on either side of her, their hands immediately going to her waist and butt, groping her hungrily.

Tamara's eyes open briefly, but then close in pleasure, clearly enjoying the attention.

Seeing this sends a wave of dark possession through me. I want to completely degrade and humiliate her, to show that no matter how many men touch her, she is mine alone.

I pull her away from the strangers, spin her around and bend her over, hiking up her skirt to expose her dripping core to the entire room.

Look at you, sister. What a dirty slut, letting anyone fondle this greedy pussy. I mock, giving him a hard spank on his reddened buttock.

Emboldened by her lack of protest, I slide two fingers up to her knuckles and begin pumping hard, using the heel of my palm to rub against her swollen clit. Cindy's loud, shameless moans fill the air as I finger fuck her mercilessly, her juices running down her thighs. The entire bar watches, some openly touching each other, but all eyes are fixed on my depraved sister.

Tamara writhes and moans uncontrollably as I continue my relentless assault on her pussy, my fingers sinking deep inside her tight channel.

Her walls clench desperately around his fingers, trying to milk them to the limit:

Yes, yes, oh God, yes. he shouts, not caring who hears his depravity: Fuck me, brother! Use me like the whore toy I am! "I want everyone to see what a cock-hungry slut!"

His words turn me on.

I remove my soaked fingers from his hole and slap his ass hard, leaving a red imprint on his skin.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I pull her head back and growl in her ear: Is that what you want, sister? Share your holes with every man in this room? That they let you go completely broke?

Tamara moans and nods enthusiastically, too deep in her lust to care about anything other than chasing her next high.

Please, I need it so much! Fuck me, fill me, make me your dirty cum dump! I am yours, all yours!

She begs shamelessly, presenting her ass to me like a bitch in heat.

I drag Tamara towards the bathroom, her legs barely able to support themselves in their state of lust.

Just before I walk in, I see a lonely, disheveled man sitting at the bar, sipping his drink and looking out at the crowd.

On a whim, I catch his eye and nod my head toward the bathrooms in a clear signal. Without saying a word, I push Tamara into the dimly lit bathroom.

It's empty except for a few dirty cubicles. He pushed her against the wall, holding her wrists above her head.

I saw it, Little Sister. That sad sack on the bar, desperate for a woman's touch. And you are going to give it to him, right?

she growled, ripping her dress to expose her breasts. "You will be my personal whore, servicing any loser I choose."

Before she can respond, the door creaks open and the man enters cautiously.

His eyes widen at the scene before him: me holding my half-naked sister, my face flushed with embarrassment and excitement.

I take a step back and nod: There you go, buddy. Use my sister's holes. She's a cum hungry slut who needs to be reminded of her place. With that, I cross my arms and watch, eager to see how this pathetic excuse of a man will desecrate my own blood.

The stranger approaches her cautiously, his eyes glued to her exposed breasts. Without hesitation, he lunges forward, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth and sucking hungrily.

Tamara moans loudly, arching her back to press more of his soft flesh against her face. Meanwhile, I grab her wide hips and spread her cheeks, revealing her pink, dripping slit.

Look at you, sister. Offering your body to the first pervert you come across. What kind of shameless whore are you? I hiss, rubbing her tight hole with the tip of my middle finger.

Tamara only meows in response, too lost in the pleasure to form coherent words.

The stranger switches to her other breast, biting and sucking on the sensitive bud. He reaches down to palm her pussy, feeling the wetness pooling there.

I push two fingers knuckle-deep into Tamara's needy pussy, pumping them rapidly: This is what you want, right? Having strange men use you as a cheap fuck doll? Admit it, sister. Tell him you're a dirty whore for his cock.

The stranger roughly caresses Tamara's breasts, pinching and pulling at her stiff nipples. Her cries of ecstasy fill the gloomy bathroom

Louder, moan dirty whore! I order him, adding a third finger to stretch his greedy hole: Let everyone hear how desperate you are for cock.

Tamara screams in ecstasy, her juices gushing around my fingers that move like pistons: Yes, yes! I'm your cock hungry sister, a cum dumping slut for any man who wants me! Please, I need it so much!

She rubs her hips against my hand, fucking herself on my fingers like a bitch in heat I take out my fingers to attack her breasts. The stranger falls to his knees, burying his face between her thighs to lap up her flowing nectar.

I'm going to make you choke on his cock, you dirty girl. I promise darkly.

I unzip my pants, free my stiff member, and slowly stroke it as I watch the stranger lower his pants and watch his own thick cock rise to the surface.

Tamara kneels before us, her eyes glassy with lust as she watches the two displays of male power.

Pray, sister. Beg for the chance to service these cocks. I order harshly, slapping my member on her cheek.

The stranger does the same, smearing the pre-cum all over his face. Tears of humiliation and excitement stream down Tamara's face as she pathetically pleads.

Please, please let me suck your cocks! I am your obedient whore! Use my mouth, fill it with hot cum.

He opens his mouth wide, with his tongue extended in supplication, I grab his hair with a fist and force the tip to pass through his lips: Go ahead, swallow it whole. Show the lord how good you suck sister.

With a moan, I plunge into Tamara's warm, wet mouth, the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat instantly.

She gags and splutters at my thickness, but I don't give in and fuck her face with deep, brutal thrusts. Tears and saliva run down her chin as she submits to my rough use, just as I knew she would.

I pull out of her throat with a wet pop, my cock covered in her saliva: Your turn, buddy. Fill that mouth with your cock. Make him worship her like the desperate cock sheath she is.

The stranger eagerly advances, slamming his meaty member against Tamara's face before pushing it past her lips. She moans around his girth as he begins to pump, gagging and choking as he forces himself deeper. I reach down to roughly grope her tits while he uses her face, pinching and twisting her nipples until she screams in pain-pleasure. After a minute, I push him aside.

Grabbing her hips, I align my throbbing cock with her puckered ass and thrust hard, burying myself balls deep in her tight anal passage with one violent thrust.

Tamara screams in a mix of agony and ecstasy as I begin to pound her ass mercilessly. At the same time, the stranger dives back into her open pussy, stretching her incredibly full.

Damn, your ass feels amazing squeezing my cock, you dirty sister! I growl, moving in and out of her oiled sphincter.

You love being used as a sex toy, don't you? A couple of useless holes for men to abuse!

I punctuate each degrading word with a hard thrust into her quivering bottom.

Tamara can only babble incoherently, amazed by the intense double penetration.

Drool runs down her chin as the men pound her into oblivion, grunting and sweating from the effort.

The stranger grunts and moans as he thrusts into Tamara's soaked pussy clearly enjoying her tight heat: God, your sister's pussy is amazing! So wet and tight like it was made for milking cocks dry!

Noticing my curious expression, he adds: It's easily the best pussy I've ever had. Better than that of any prostitute or girlfriend. Your sister is a sex toy.

I smile evilly and lean in to whisper in Tamara's ear: Did you hear that, you dirty whore? The lucky bastard thinks your pussy is the best. Maybe we should let you stay as his personal cum dump after this. Would you like that, sister? "Be the sex toy this man lives with, available to him 24/7 for a full fuck whenever he wants?"

Tamara's eyes roll back in happiness as we continue with a brutal rhythm, stretching her and filling her beyond her capacity: YES, YES! OH GOD I WANT IT! I WANT TO BE YOUR PERSONAL COCK WARMER AND YOUR SEX TOY! He screams delirious: Use me however you want, fill me with cocks day and night! I WILL BE YOUR DIRTY WHORE, FULFILLING ALL YOUR DEPRAVED FANTASIES! "NEVER STOP FUCKING ME!"

The stranger moans deeply as her words drive him crazy: Fuck yes, I'll keep this pussy covered at all times. I will train her to be a whore.

I thrust into her with animal ferocity, my cock throbbing as it prepares to erupt. The combined sensation of my brother's degradation and impending release proved too much for her. With a guttural scream, she burst into a mind-blowing orgasm, spilling her juices all over the stranger's penis.

Thank you, thank you for using me so well! Fill me with your precious semen, mark me as your property! Tamara moans, shaking violently as her own explosive climax crashes into her.

Their eager holes close rhythmically, milking our cocks to the limit. With a roar, I ram Tamara's ass one last time, my cock exploding deep inside her insides. Thick ropes of boiling cum paint her inner walls as I fill her to overflowing.

The stranger growls loudly, doing the same a second later, his seed flooding Tamara's convulsing pussy. My sister collapses forward, impaled on both shafts as we empty ourselves inside her.

We pulled out, leaving Tamara dripping copious amounts of our mixed essences from both of her stretched holes.

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After returning home, I leave Tamara in her room to clean up and recover.

Exhausted from the intense night, I sit on my bed, my mind reeling with the depravity we engaged in.

As I sit there processing, a sudden chill runs down my spine out of nowhere.

Before I can react, soft feminine arms wrap around my neck from behind, startling me. Panic surges through my veins while.

A familiar voice purrs in my ear, sending icy terror to my heart.

You have done well, dear. He purrs, with his voice like velvet: Watching you degrade that lecherous slut of your sister has been absolutely delicious. You have truly accepted your dark nature.

He snuggles into my neck, inhaling deeply. I must say that I am quite impressed. Maybe you and I can participate in some... private activities. With a growl and the lingering smell of sulfur fills the room.

I swallowed, trying to find my voice as my body seemed frozen by his presence: L-Lady Venus...

he murmured at last, breaking the silence that seemed eternal.

She laughed softly, a musical sound but laden with dangerous mockery. "Little Evan" She responded with a playful, almost motherly tone. "we have to talk"

To be continued.....

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