*** 13 ***

A second before Miguel's thrusting became almost a blur, she had felt the jets of his pent up spunk work their way inside her. Shooting into her like a fire hose. She gagged. In horror she looked down to see Miguel slowly pulling out of her vagina, his small member dwindling and shrinking, coated with her juice and his just discharged load. Miguel slowly got up still giddy from his encounter. His body felt spent and empty. Completely drained.

What a great way to start the day, he thought smiling to himself. He lewdly ran his eyes over Nena's body noting the look of shock on her face and as his eyes scanned lower, his come, which was wetly congealing on her swollen cunt. With a satisfied look on his face he slowly hoisted up his overalls, "You have been such good customers, that the sandals are on me," he said beaming.

Nena looked up at him numbly, dimly aware of Miguel tucking in his soiled undershirt and flaccid penis.

"Well Miguel, thank you for the sandals and the bread" Constancia said in an exaggerated voice of thanks. Turning to Nena she said, "Come along little puta. Time to go home."

She reached down, grasped one of Nena's arms and slowly hoisted her to her feet. Nena slowly got up and felt some of Miguel's sperm work their way down the inside of her smooth, firm thighs like garden snails. Her stomach lurched. Constancia led her outside, waving bye to Miguel as she did so. Nena followed along behind her.

As they walked towards her home, Nena said pleadingly, her voice soft and cracking, "Constancia...we...have been friends for such ...a long time... please...I beg of you...stop this...what more do you want to...put me through."

Constancia pulled her towards her roughly, "I'm not done with you yet, you cheap little puta," she said cruelly. Almost as an afterthought she asked in a slightly, more neutral voice, "Who is at your house right now?" Nena not thinking replied, "Carlos and my stupid drunken father. Everyone else is at church."

Constancia just smiled.

Carlos was Nena's fifteen-year-old brother. Like most boys his age, he was totally preoccupied with girls. Often fantasizing about the girls in his class at school. Even when he was playing his favorite sport, soccer, he found himself thinking about some girl's boobs, or tight little butt. He was embarrassed to admit it, but he often fantasized about his older sister Mary Helen who had the best body he had ever seen on any girl.

Since their home was so little, they were often at close quarters and although he did his best to hide it, at every opportunity he would try to look up her skirt or take a quick peek down her blouse. On one occasion, Mary Helen had accidentally left her bedroom slightly ajar, and Carlos had stood there for a couple of minutes while she was getting dressed. His eyes almost popped out of his head when she had taken off the towel to put on her bra. Her breasts were big, perfectly round, and capped with the darkest nipples. He almost began crying when she hefted her big tits into the bra cups.

He quickly went to his room, feeling guilty, but not being able to stop thinking about the sight of Mary Helen. He tried not to think about it, but his mind kept on going back. Not even watching the local soccer match on his little black and white T.V. set could unfreeze the sight of his sister in his mind. Feeling ashamed and guilty at his weakness he hurriedly took off his jeans, laid down on his bed and wrapped his hand eagerly around his stiff cock. He thought of Mary Helens tits as he started to pump himself...God...their size...Jesus...their firmness...what it would be like to...

He pictured himself sucking them, sucking those sweet nipples and exploded his sperm coating his hand and stomach. He lay back on the Bedspread eagled with a contented smile, the image of his naked sibling simmering away from him like a mirage.

A block from her Nena's home, Constancia casually asked, "Nena, have your parents ever talked to Carlos about sex?"

Nena having regained some of her energy, but still aware of Constancia's control over her replied haltingly, "Of course not. He's only fifteen"

"Well," Constancia said, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "You know Nena maybe you should talk to him about it."

Nena's eyes widened. "It's not good for young boys to be unknowledgeable about sex at his age." Nena replied in a tight voice, "Constancia, what is the matter with you? I can't talk to him about sex, he's my brother."

"Would you rather that I show your entire family the tape of you having sex with a bunch of gringos?" Constancia said, her voice hard.

Nena's eyes dropped to the ground. She blinked back the tears that were poised to run down her cheeks. In a voice soft and halting, she asked, "What do you want me to tell him?" She let out a long breath. "You are turning me into a cheap whore...why...why?" She started to lose her composure.

Constancia gripped her arm like a talon, "Stop your complaining. All you have to do is tell him that you're his sister and because...you love him so much...you want him to learn about sex...make sure that he knows that...he can ask you anything he wants...ANYTHING." She accented the last word. "Do you understand?"

Nena bit her lip nervously, the anxiety leaving a pit in her stomach the size of watermelon. "Yes, yes...I...understand," she said in a voice that was barely audible.

As they reached Nena's house, they saw Carlos in the front yard, sweeping the porch. He looked up shyly as they approached. 'God, Mary Helen looks tired,' he thought to himself.

Constancia greeted him cheerfully, giving him a quick hug. Mary Helen hung back. "Greet your brother," she said indignantly. She pushed Nena forward. Carlos gave her a quick hug, suddenly aware of her firm tits pressed hard against his chest. It lasted only an instant, but he felt himself stiffen immediately. He quickly sat down, trying to hide the tent in his old jeans.

After a few moments of small talk and pleasantries, Constancia excused herself telling Nena that she was going to go home and change and that she'd be back in a couple of hours. As she walked back down the path, she casually struck her purse making the videotape rattle.

"Where's papa?" Nena asked with a forced voice.

"He's drunk and asleep as always," he replied shaking his head. "That's all he ever does." Carlos looked up at his sister. His eyes unconsciously went to her breasts, which he noticed were not encased in a bra. He quickly pulled his head up. Not wanting his sister to see him peeping.

Nena caught his eyes scanning her top, the anxiety making her heart flutter. She tried not to show it.

*** 14 ***

Nena shuffled her foot nervously. She desperately wanted to go to sleep, but knew that if Constancia discovered that she hadn't followed through with her command, that sleep would never come. She would humiliate Nena again and again and again. She clenched her fists in frustration. How did I get into this so deep? she thought to herself. When will this horror stop?

Nena was broken out of her daydreaming by her brother's concerned voice, "Mary Helen, are you okay? You don't look so good."

Nena nodded her head, "Yes, I'm fine, really." But her voice betrayed her deep fatigue. Carlos gently took her by her arm and led her into the house. He took her to the living room, so as to not wake up their useless father, who was slumbering loudly in one of the small back rooms.

Nena sat down on the sofa, leaning her head back. Then Carlos left to get her some coffee, he made it extra strong. When he returned, Nena took the steaming mug from him gratefully. "Thank you, my sweet brother."

Carlos sat down opposite her, smiling. When she reached for the cup, his eyes quickly scanned her beautiful legs. He made himself look away, the sight of them causing him to think bad thoughts about her. He stole another quick peek, this time at her firm thighs that were half hidden by her peasant skirt. He pulled his eyes away from her, making himself look into her face, angry at himself for his lack of respect.

The coffee was not overly hot, but extremely strong. Nena gulped down half of it quickly, the warmth and caffeine taking the edge off her fatigue and making her feel more alert. Nena asked Carlos questions about school, his future plans and his friends. Carlos was a little surprised as his sister had always been kind to him, but had never been this curious about his life. He was enjoying, however, their conversation, and when she wasn't looking, taking quick peeks at her legs and breasts.

He couldn't believe that she wasn't wearing a bra. Their father would have a fit if he saw her like that. He stole another peek at her nipples that were almost visible under the thin material of her peasant blouse, when Nena took another sip of her coffee. He adjusted himself, his semi-hard cock, causing him discomfort. He felt warm.

Nena knew that she only had about an hour and a half until Constancia came back. If she kept things simple, maybe she could get out of this unscathed.

She asked Carlos in a very matter of fact way, "Has papa or mama ever spoken to you about sex?"

Carlos looked at her, his eyes wide, his face turning a bright crimson. With as much bravado as he could muster he replied, "No, and I don't need them to tell me anything, I already know everything there is to know about it."

Nena looked at her little brother and gave him a sisterly smile. Well, she thought to herself, I tried, "Okay Carlos, I was just curious," Nena replied gratefully, taking another sip of her coffee.

"Carlos, are you sure you know everything about sex?"

Nena spilled her coffee on her lap, burning herself, at the sound of Constancia's voice. She looked up to see her standing in the foyer, her face a mask of disappointment.

Slowly Constancia walked into the living room facing Nena and Carlos. Carlos looked up at her in surprise, "What do you mean?" he stammered.

"You're only fifteen, have you ever even seen a girl naked?" Constancia asked, looking down at him. Nena sat on the sofa petrified, not believing that Constancia was here in her own house doing this to her. She felt a buzz in her ears and all the sounds in the room seemed to come from a great distance. A cold sliver of fear worked its way up her back, causing the hairs at the back of her neck to stand on end.

"No, No, I haven't," he said stuttering.

"Do you want to?" Constancia asked him slyly, slightly smiling.

Carlos looked back at her uncomprehending.

"Look at your sister, don't you think she's pretty?"

Carlos nodded slowly, his eyes traveling up his sister's body.

"She really wants you to know about sex. Is there something you would like to ask her?"

He gulped, he couldn't believe this was really happening.

"Go ahead, ask her. Ask her anything you want. All the things that you've never had the chance to until now," Constancia pressed.

Nena looked back at Carlos desperately. She thought to herself, please Carlos run, get away from here, this girl is evil, I'm your sister, respect me and my position in this house.

Carlos could read his sisters eyes. He could see the desperation in them and in the set of her mouth. He also was aware of his stomach that felt empty and hollow and the hard stiffness in his pants. He looked up at Constancia. "I've never seen a pair of breasts close up before he said," his voice shaky.

Nena felt like someone had punched her stomach. She became dizzy and saw small stars in front of her eyes. She shook herself violently to clear her head, this can't be happening to me. It can't be happening, she thought to herself desperately.

"Well Nena, you heard your brother, he's never seen a girls breasts. Maybe you should take off your blouse and show him? Do it Nena, take off your blouse and show your brother those big tits of yours."

Nena looked up at Constancia, her eyes brimming with tears, "This is my brother, my brother for Gods sake, why?"

"DO IT NOW!" Constanica interrupted her, her voice rising. "Do it now dammit, or I am going to be showing a neighborhood movie in a few minutes that sure as hell won't be starring Vicente Fernandez. Now show Carlos your tits!"

Nena sat petrified. Stiffly, she extended her arms, reached up and slowly unclasped the buttons holding the front of her blouse together, containing her big, firm breasts. Carlos' eyes widened as Nena reached the last button, the full curves visible through the exposed crack in the material of her blouse. His entire body was shaking like an electric wire. Nena reached towards her soft shoulders and pulled the top away, the large globes came into view little by little as the material settled down her slim arms and torso.

Carlos gasped. He remembered how her tits looked from the time when he has seen his sister through her door. Close up though...it was something else. Her breasts sat on her chest proudly, like two big, round scoops of ice cream. The skin impossibly smooth, without a blemish or a sag, they were capped by large, dark nipples that were slightly extended. On her petite frame, the effect was breathtaking. Better then the porn magazines under his bed. He could hardly swallow.