Siblings love

Everything starts with a story. You know, the kind of story where the pieces of a new reality slowly swirl together only to take shape when it collides with your own predictable life, making you see things differently than when you woke up that day?

That's how it all started for me. Lorena, and my little step-brother Beto. We were in a tangled web of lust and desire, having left the well-defined paths of good and evil behind. 

I arrived late at night on a night like any other, that night I'd been to a party. A party where my then-boyfriend had kissed another girl in front of me.

I mean, who does that? In our grand living room, filled with the echoes of laughter from earlier celebrations, I found myself alone, nursing a glass of wine that was no longer cold. The house, usually bustling with life, felt eerily quiet as everyone else had either gone home or passed out upstairs.

"Hey, Lorena," a soft voice called out from the doorway. It was Beto, my little step-brother, holding a tray of snacks he'd probably just brought down from the kitchen. His dark hair was disheveled, and his glasses reflected the dim light from the hallway, hiding his eyes.

But I could feel his gaze on me, curious and concerned. He was always the thoughtful one, the observer, while I was more of a doer, a reactor.

"Hey, Beto," I replied, forcing a smile. "Couldn't sleep?"

He shrugged, walking over to sit beside me on the plush couch. "You know me, always up late with a book or something." He gestured towards the tray. "Thought you might want some snacks after... well, after what happened."

I raised an eyebrow, surprised.

"You heard about that, huh?" I asked, taking a handful of chips from the tray. Beto nodded, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Yeah, Mom told Dad, and he told me. I'm sorry, Lorena."

I sighed, leaning back into the cushions. "It's fine, really. Just another chapter in the never-ending saga of Lorena's terrible taste in men." I tried to laugh it off, but the sound caught in my throat, turning into a sob instead. Beto looked at me, his expression softening.

"Lorena, you don't have to be tough all the time, you know. It's okay to feel hurt." He scooted closer, putting an arm around my shoulders. I leaned into him, grateful for the comfort.

"It's just... I thought we had something real," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "And now, I feel so stupid for believing him."

Beto squeezed my shoulder gently. "You're not stupid, Lorena. You trusted someone, and they betrayed that trust. That's not on you."

I looked up at him, our faces inches apart.

His dark eyes held a warmth I hadn't noticed before, a depth that made me feel seen, understood. I reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. His breath hitched slightly at my touch.

"You've grown up, Beto," I murmured, realizing it for the first time. He wasn't the lanky kid I used to tease anymore. He was a man, with a kindness that radiated from him like a beacon.

And suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in that kindness, if only for tonight.

"I'm glad you think so," he said softly, his voice barely audible. "I've always looked up to you, Lorena. You're brave, fierce, and unapologetically yourself."

I felt a flutter in my stomach at his words. No one had ever described me like that before. I was always the wild one, the troublemaker, the one who didn't fit into anyone's neat little boxes.

But coming from Beto, those words meant something different. They meant he saw me, truly saw me, not just as his older sister, but as a person worthy of admiration.

Our faces were still close, our breaths mingling in the space between us. I could feel the heat radiating from his body. 

By then I was already half drunk from the party and the many glasses of wine I'd had, I was about to lose control, Beto was too close to me.  

"Beto..." I whispered, my voice barely audible even to my own ears. "What are we doing?"

He looked at me, his expression serious. "I don't know, Lorena. But I know I don't want to stop."

I knew that since his puberty Beto had something for me, I don't know how many times I've caught him poking around in my panty drawer, since he started to become a man he showed signs of interest in me, romantic but mainly sexual.

Sometimes I'd catch him masturbating in the bathroom in the hallway, he'd moan my name over and over again, and I'd just pretend not to hear him. My coffee, which I always had in the morning, sometimes tasted very strange, like sperm...

At that time I was no longer the innocent little girl I had once been.

I had already lost my virginity and had several boyfriends, I was not a prude, but I had never been with a member of my family, I had never considered it, until that moment.

The air between us seemed to crackle with electricity, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. I knew I should pull away, put some distance between us, but I couldn't seem to make myself move. Instead, I found myself leaning in, my lips brushing against his in a soft, tentative kiss.

Maybe it was time to give my little brother a little present for his 18th birthday.

After all, he had been such a good boy, always helping me with my chores, always being there for me when I needed him.

We did it right there, on the sofa in the living room where we were sitting. Her cock was incredibly big, even more so for someone his age. Did I like it? Yes. Was it wrong? Maybe, but that might not be the ideal question for what most people are trying to understand in this context.

The taboo was part of our relationship, doing something wrong motivated us to do it even more.

After hours of good fucking on the living room, he finally came inside me.

I felt his warm seed filling me up, and I couldn't help but moan loudly, enjoying every second of it. We both collapsed onto the couch, panting and sweaty.

"Wow," Beto said, breaking the silence. "That was... intense."

I laughed softly, tracing patterns on his chest with my finger. "Yeah, it was."

We made a lot of noises, but our parents' room was far enough away not to hear us. Thankfully, the amount of loud moans I gave out was great, if anyone had heard us, I think our lives would have ended.

“Do you think Mom and Dad heard us?” Beto asked, genuninely worried , as we lay entwined on the couch, our bodies slick with sweat and the evidence of our passion. I chuckled, running my fingers through his damp hair.

“Nah, their room’s too far away. Besides, they’d have to be awake to hear anything,” I reassured him, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “And even if they did, they’re probably just happy I’m getting some action after that douchebag at the party.”

Beto snorted, a small smile playing on his lips. “Well, I’m definitely happy about it.” He paused, his expression turning serious.

“But with me? Would they like that?” Beto asked , his voice barely above a whisper. I could see the worry in his eyes, the fear of disappointing our parents, especially our dad, who had always been stricter with him than with me. I sighed, pulling him closer.

“Beto, listen to me,” I said, looking him straight in the eye. “Mom and Dad aren’t perfect. They’ve made mistakes too. And they love us, both of us, more than anything. They just want us to be happy.”

I hesitated for a moment, choosing my next words carefully.

I didn't want to promise Beto the world, but I also didn't want to dismiss his fears. "Look, I can't speak for Mom and Dad, but I know they love us. And yes, they might be shocked at first, hell, I was too. But they'll come around. They have to."

Beto nodded, but I could still see the doubt lingering in his eyes. I decided to change the subject, to lighten the mood. "So, little brother, what now?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively.

Beto chuckled, the tension in his shoulders easing.

“I'd love to make it public, you know?” Beto says as he visibly loses himself in his thoughts of lust with his old sis.

“I mean, I’d love to walk hand in hand with you downtown, go to the movies, maybe even introduce you to my friends.”

I laugh, a genuine sound that fills the room. “Slow down, tiger,” I tease, nudging him playfully. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We’ve got to keep this under wraps for now.”

Beto nods, his expression turning serious. “I know, I know. It’s just... hard. Keeping this a secret, I mean. I want to shout it from the rooftops, you know?”

I understand him completely.

“You always knew, didn't you?” Beto asks Lorena about her feelings "always knew that i wanted to fuck you".

Lorena laughs, "well, you certainly hid it well. I mean, I had my suspicions, but I never thought you'd actually act on it."

Beto blushes, "yeah, well, I guess I was just waiting for the right moment. Or the wrong moment, depending on how you look at it."

Lorena grins, "well, I'm glad you finally took the initiative. It was... interesting."

Beto looks at her, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear. "So, what now? Do we just...

keep going like this? Pretend like nothing happened?"

Lorena looks at him, her expression thoughtful. "I don't know, Beto. I honest to god don't. This isn't exactly a normal situation, you know?"

Beto nods, his gaze fixed on the floor. "I know. It's just... I don't want to lose you, Lorena. Not now, not ever."

She reaches out, tilting his chin up so he's looking at her. "You won't lose me, Beto. We're family, remember? And now...

Beto interrupts Lorena's speech with a low, sincere laugh. “It's funny to hear, you know, we've just... you know.” Beto says with a smile on his face “Quite a family, I'd say.” I chuckle, shaking my head. “Don't get used to it, little brother. This is... complicated.” Beto's smile fades, replaced by a look of determination. “I know it's complicated, Lorena. But I don't care. I want this, I want you. And I'm willing to fight for it, no matter what.” I stare at him, taken aback by the intensity in his voice. This isn't the shy, reserved Beto I've known all these years. This is a man, passionate and sure of what he wants.

And that man is my little brother. The realization sends a shiver down my spine, a mix of excitement and apprehension. I've always been the one calling the shots, the one in control. But here, with Beto, I find myself on unfamiliar territory. I'm not sure I like it, but I'm not ready to walk away either.

"We need rules," I say, my voice firm despite the turmoil inside me. "Ground rules to keep this... manageable."

Beto raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Manageable, huh?

Sounds like you're planning on this lasting a while," Beto teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement. I rolled mine in response, pushing him playfully.

"Very funny. I just mean we need boundaries, Beto. This isn't a game," I said, my tone serious. He sobered up, nodding.

"You're right. I'm sorry. What kind of rules are you thinking of?" he asked, his expression open and eager.

I thought for a moment, considering our situation. "First, we keep this between us. No telling anyone, not even our closest friends. Our parents can't know either, but I think that's obvious." Beto nodded, his expression somber. "Of course. I wouldn't want to hurt them like that."

"Second," I continued, "we keep this casual. No strings attached, no expectations. We're exploring this, but that doesn't mean we're in a serious relationship or something."

Beto's face fell slightly, but he nodded nonetheless. "I understand."

"And third," I added, "we're safe. Always. I'm not ready to be an auntie just yet, and I'm sure you're not ready to be an dad."

Beto chuckled, the sound warming my heart.

"Always the responsible one, aren't you, Lorena?"

I smiled, ruffling his hair. "Someone's gotta be. Now, rule number four - we don't let this affect our daily lives. We're still siblings, and we need to act like it."

Beto nodded, his expression turning thoughtful. "That might be the hardest part. I mean, it's not like we can just turn off our feelings, right?"

I sighed, knowing he was right. "No, we can't. But we can try to keep them separate."

“Keep separate? What exactly?” Beto asks , his curiosity piqued. “Separate what from what?”

“Our feelings, silly,” I reply, rolling my eyes playfully. “We can’t let this... thing between us cloud our judgment or affect our relationship as siblings.”

Beto nods, but I can see the wheels turning in his head. “So, we just... pretend it’s not happening when we’re not... you know, together?”

“Exactly,” I confirm, giving him a small smile. “It’ll be challenging, but I think it’s necessary. For both our sakes.”

Beto sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“I guess that makes sense. But it’s still gonna be weird, you know? Like, what if I see you with another guy? Or what if you see me with a girl?”

I shrug, trying to hide the pang of jealousy at the thought of Beto with someone else. “Then we deal with it. We’re adults, Beto. We can handle our feelings.”

He looks at me, his dark eyes searching. “Can we, though? I mean, this is uncharted territory for us, Lorena. There’s no roadmap for this.”

I reach out, squeezing his hand.

“We’ll figure it out as we go, okay? That’s all any of us can do.”

Beto nods, a small smile playing on his lips. “Okay. So, what now? Do we... start tomorrow?”

I laugh, shaking my head. “No, silly. We start now.” I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He responds immediately, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me closer.

When we finally break apart, both of us are breathing heavily. 

That was the moment where it all started, where I, Lorena, may have let things get a little out of control.

Control? I don't know what that is since that day. The next day we were already having sex again, I think we really liked it.

It was morning, I was taking a shower to go to school, I had forgotten to lock the door, and then Beto came into the bathroom. At first I covered myself up, but then I realized there was no need for it anymore, and I invited him to take a shower with me. We took showers and then we fucked hard.

My fall towards rock bottom was just beginning, there were no more barriers, nothing we could do to stop ourselves.

The next time was the same day before going to bed, but this time I was the one who took the initiative. I went into Beto's room, started talking, and then when I realized we were breathing the same air and feeling the same heat. We weren't brothers anymore, brothers don't do that. We were lovers, bound by ideals of blood that bound us and oppressed us against our most primitive feelings and desires. From then on, I don't remember how many or where. I only remember feeling his thick, fat cock inside me and loving every second of it.

Beto was insatiable, and so was I. We were like two addicts, constantly chasing our next high, our next fix. It was exhilarating, terrifying, and utterly consuming.

The concept of time and place no longer existed for us. We fucked anywhere, anytime. At first we tried to keep our games when there was no one at home or when our parents were sleeping, so they would be low risk, but it wasn't enough for us. Our first time when our parents were home awake was a Sunday. They were both in the backyard barbecuing. We took the opportunity to go in and fuck like crazy as quickly as possible before anyone noticed our long absence. It was quick but fun. Of course, all our fucks were fun, but it was a different kind of fun. It was fun because we had to be quick so no one would notice, moan softly, not make too much noise.

The taboo factor was starting to get even bigger. We didn't care about anything else anymore.

We were consumed by our desire, our hunger for each other. It was like a drug, a high that we couldn't get enough of. We were addicts, and each other was our fix.

One evening, as I was helping Mom prepare dinner, I felt Beto's eyes on me. I turned to look at him, standing in the doorway, his gaze intense. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the desire that was always simmering just beneath the surface. I bit my lip, trying to suppress a smile.

"What are you two cooking up?" Mom asked, breaking the spell.

Beto blinked, tearing his gaze away from me to look at her. "Uh, nothing, Mom. Just admiring Lorena's culinary skills," he said, flashing her a charming smile. I rolled my eyes, turning back to the stove. "Yeah, well, don't admire too much. You're supposed to be setting the table," I retorted, trying to keep my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach.

As Beto walked past me to grab the plates, he leaned in, his breath hot on my ear. "Later," he whispered, sending a shiver down my spine.

I nodded, unable to trust my voice. Throughout dinner, I could feel Beto's leg pressed against mine under the table, his foot occasionally brushing against mine. It was a struggle to focus on the conversation, my mind constantly drifting to what would happen later.

After dinner, we helped Mom clean up, our hands brushing against each other as we dried the dishes. Each accidental touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, making it harder to maintain my composure. Finally, with the kitchen spotless, Mom excused herself to watch her favorite TV show, leaving Beto and me alone.

The tension between us was palpable, the air thick with anticipation. Without a word, we both headed upstairs, our footsteps echoing in sync on the creaky stairs.

Once in the second floor, Beto didn't waste any time. He pushed me against the closed door, his mouth crashing onto mine in a hungry, desperate kiss. I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. His hands roamed my body, tracing the curves he had come to know so well.

"Beto," I gasped, breaking the kiss to catch my breath. "Not here.

Mom's downstairs," I reminded him, my voice barely above a whisper. Beto nodded, his eyes dark with desire. "Your room, then." I shook my head, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. "Not my room either. Too risky."

Beto raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "So, what do you propose, sis?"

I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, "The attic.

It's dusty, but it's empty. We can be as loud as we want."

Beto's eyes widened in surprise, but the desire in them never wavered. "You're serious," he stated, more than asked.

I nodded, biting my lower lip. "Deadly. But we have to be careful. If Mom finds out..."

Beto placed a finger on my lips, silencing me. "She won't. Now, lead the way."

I took his hand, pulling him towards the narrow staircase leading to the attic.

The wooden steps creaked under our weight, the sound echoing in the silent house. I could feel Beto's heart pounding against my back as we climbed, his breath hot on my neck. I pushed open the attic door, revealing the dimly lit space filled with forgotten memories and dusty relics.

Beto looked around, taking in the old furniture, the yellowed photographs, and the cobwebs hanging from the rafters. "Cozy," he commented, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

I laughed, pulling him further inside.

"It's not the Ritz, but it's private. And that's what matters, right?"

Beto nodded, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Right."

I turned to face him, my hands finding their way to his chest. "So, where were we?" I asked, my voice low and sultry.

Beto grinned, his hands gripping my hips. "I believe we were here," he said, leaning down to capture my lips in a searing kiss. I moaned, my body pressing against his, feeling the hardness already growing in his pants.

We fucked like two animals, being careful not to make too much noise but sometimes breaking this rule. But at that point breaking rules was already commonplace, the rules we initially agreed on no longer made sense, we still kept it a secret, but the amount of times I could feel my little brother's hot sperm inside my uterus were countless. Doing it safe was no longer our plan, it was practical, tasty, and quick. No time for paper or buying condoms every time we went to do it. My mouth and vagina became a semen pit as we began our sexual journey, especially my vagina. My mother was starting to get bothered by her credit card bill, I spent at least 50 dollars a week just on Morning-After Pills. She thought at the time that it had something to do with my boyfriend, that i was taking revenge on him by getting with as many guys as possible. Such a fool. It was almost a shame, while she was talking about how important it was for me not to catch some disease from so many guys, I was fucking her adorable little son, and sometimes even in his presence. I was starting to enjoy it the way it was, we fucked daily, casually and quickly, our relationship couldn't be better but my brother... he was going in another direction. He really thought we were building something, something beyond our sweats and our panting breaths.

I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through me at the thought of him caring for me, for us. I was falling for him, and I hated myself for it.

One afternoon, as I was coming out of the shower, I found Beto sitting on my bed, his head in his hands. He looked up as I entered, his eyes red and puffy. "What's wrong?" I asked, concern etched on my face. He looked at me, his expression a mix of sadness and frustration. "I can't keep doing this, Lorena.

Not like this," Beto said, his voice heavy with emotion. I froze, a towel wrapped around me, my hair dripping water onto the carpet. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Beto stood up, pacing the room like a caged animal. "This... this thing between us. It's not just... casual for me anymore. I can't keep pretending it is." I felt a chill run down my spine, a mixture of fear and excitement stirring in my gut. "Beto, we talked about this.

We agreed—" I started, but he cut me off, his voice firm.

"I know what we agreed, Lorena. But things change. Feelings change. I can't just turn mine off like a switch."

I sighed, sitting down on the bed beside him. "And what do you suggest we do, Beto? We can't just... be together. Not like that."

He turned to face me, his dark eyes filled with determination. "Why not? Why can't we give this a real shot? See where it goes?"

I shook my head, my heart pounding in my chest.

"You're my little brother, Beto" I said bravely , trying to hide the turmoil inside me. "People will talk. Mom will freak out. It's just... it's just not right."

Beto reached out, taking my hand in his. His thumb traced circles on my palm, sending shivers up my arm.

"Lorena, I don't care about people or Mom. All I care about is you. Us. What we have is real, and it's worth fighting for."

I looked down at our entwined hands, his skin contrasting with my pale fingers. I wanted to believe him, I did.

I of course had feelings for him, but probably not in the way he was saying.

"Beto, you're not my man, I hope you understand that beyond words, you're not someone I can feel romantically attracted to." I said as I tried to hide my feelings stirring frantically inside me.

"I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that this was something more than it is."

Beto's grip on my hand tightened, his eyes searching mine. "It is more, Lorena. I can't keep living like this, sneaking around, hiding what we have. I want to be with you, openly, honestly."

I sighed, pulling my hand away from his. "Beto, you're talking about something that's impossible. We're step-siblings. People would look at us differently.

Mom would disown us. It's just... it's just not feasible, Beto," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I could see the hurt in his eyes, but I also saw the resolve. He wasn't going to give up without a fight.

"Lorena, I've loved you since I was old enough to understand what love is. I can't just turn that off. And I think you feel the same way, deep down. You just won't admit it to yourself," Beto said, his voice steady and sure.

"Can't we at least try?" Beto asks , his voice barely above a whisper. "Try what, Beto?" I sigh, running a hand through my damp hair. "To be together. To see if this could work." He looks at me, his dark eyes filled with hope and desperation. I can see the sincerity in his gaze, and it scares me. Because I know I'm not immune to his charm, to the connection we share. But I also know the reality of our situation, the consequences of acting on these feelings. "Beto, it's not that simple," I say, my voice gentle yet firm. "We're siblings.

Half-siblings, yes, but still. It's not right, Beto. "  I know it's not conventional, Lorena. But who cares about convention when it comes to love?" Beto argued, his voice passionate. "Love?" I echoed, my heart skipping a beat. "Yes, love. I love you, Lorena. And I think you love me too, even if you're scared to admit it." I looked into his earnest eyes, seeing the truth reflected back at me. I did have feelings for him, stronger than I cared to acknowledge. But love? That was a whole other level. "Beto, I...

I don't know what to say," I stammered, my mind racing. "You don't have to say anything, Lorena. Just think about it. Think about us. About what we could be," Beto said, his voice soft yet insistent. I nodded, my eyes cast downwards, unable to meet his gaze. "I'll think about it," I promised, my voice barely above a whisper. Beto smiled, a small, hopeful smile that tugged at my heartstrings. "That's all I ask."

"But you know, we could go somewhere together." Beto said

, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Like where?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Somewhere far away from here." I stared at him, taken aback. "Beto, are you suggesting we run away together?" I ask him worried about what he might already be thinking in his mind.

"No Lorena, I'm talking about, you know... something like a date."  I blinked, surprised. "A date? Like, a proper date?" Beto nodded, a shy smile playing on his lips. "Yeah. You know, dinner, maybe a movie. Something normal couples do." I felt a flutter in my stomach at the thought. It sounded nice, too nice. Too dangerous. "Beto, we're not a normal couple," I reminded him gently. "We can't just go out in public like that." Beto's smile faded, but only slightly. "We could if we were careful. We could go to a city nearby, where no one knows us. Besides, we'll just be two siblings hanging out together, right? What's wrong with that?" Beto asked, his eyes searching mine. I sighed, looking away. "Nothing, I guess. complicated." Beto reached out, tilting my chin so I'd look at him. "Isn't everything worth having complicated, Lorena?" he asked, his voice soft yet insistent. I couldn't argue with that. Everything about us was complicated - our relationship, our feelings, our situation. But wasn't that part of what made it exciting? Part of what drew me to him? I took a deep breath, considering his proposal.

A date. With Beto. In public. It was risky, but the thrill of it sent a shiver down my spine.

"Alright," I heard myself say, surprising even myself. "But we have to be careful. Really careful."

Beto's face lit up, his eyes shining with excitement. "I promise, Lorena. I won't do anything to jeopardize this. Or us."

I believed him. I believed in us. Despite the complications, despite the risks, I wanted this. I wanted him. 

I was starting to feel something for him beyond what I had felt before, not as a man, as a husband, but as a super-little-brother. An improved and bigger version of the brother relationship that we normally see, something like shameless friends. Friendship with benefits? No, we are bigger than that, we are siblings.

"What about a movie?" I said at him , "I haven't seen one in ages, and I miss it." Beto looked at me, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yeah, that sounds great! There's a new theater opened in the next town. We could go there." I nodded, smiling. "Okay, but we need to be careful. We should go separately and meet there." Beto's face fell a little, but he nodded in agreement. "We can't risk anyone recognizing us together." I felt a pang of guilt at the disappointment in his voice, but I knew we had to be cautious.

On the agreed day, we went. He left the house before me and told our mother that he was going to spend some time at a friend's house. I left a few minutes after him and told my mother that I was going to a party at a friend's house.

That way, no one would suspect anything. That situation was not unusual for our parents. I took a taxi and then went to the cinema in the nearby city that Beto had mentioned.

I was smelling nice, I was dressed nicely, I had done my hair the best I could. I wanted to please my little brother.

I wanted him to see me as more than just his sister, more than just a fuck buddy. I wanted him to see me as a woman he could take out, a woman he could be proud to be seen with. So, I put extra effort into my appearance that day. I wore a simple yet elegant black dress that hugged my curves in all the right places. I left my long blonde hair cascading down my back in loose waves, and I painted my dark eyes with a smoky shadow that made them look even more mysterious.

I slipped on a pair of black heels that added a few inches to my height, making me feel confident and sexy.

As I approached the cinema, I spotted Beto waiting outside, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. He was wearing a crisp white shirt that brought out the darkness of his eyes, and his dark hair was styled messily, giving him a rugged, handsome look. He looked up as I approached, his eyes widening in appreciation as he took in my appearance.

"Wow, Lorena," he breathed, a slow smile spreading across his face. "You look...

amazing," Beto finished, his voice barely above a whisper. I felt a blush creep up my cheeks at his compliment, my heart fluttering in my chest. "Thank you," I replied, smiling back at him. "You don't look so bad yourself." Beto chuckled, running a hand through his hair. He placed a hand on the small of my back, guiding me towards the entrance. I tensed at the contact, but relaxed as we stepped into the cool, dimly lit lobby.

The familiar smell of popcorn and candy greeted us, and I felt a sense of normalcy wash over me. For a moment, we were just two people on a date, not step-siblings sneaking out to be together.

Beto bought our tickets and some snacks, his hand brushing against mine as he passed me my soda. I felt a spark at the innocent touch, a reminder of the electricity that always seemed to crackle between us. We made our way to the theater, finding our seats near the back.

The lights dimmed, and the previews began to play. I could feel Beto's thigh pressed against mine, his arm resting casually along the back of my seat. I tried to focus on the screen, but my mind was elsewhere, my senses heightened by his proximity.

Suddenly, Beto leaned in, his breath hot on my ear. "You know, I've never done this before," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the movie.

I turned to look at him, my eyebrows raised in surprise. "Done what?" I asked, my voice equally quiet.

Beto glanced at me, a sheepish grin on his face. "Gone on a date. Like this. With someone I actually care about."

My heart skipped a beat at his words, a warm sensation spreading through me. "Oh," I managed to reply, my voice barely above a whisper. "Well, neither have I. Not like this."

Beto's grin widened, his eyes twinkling in the dim light. "Really? Not even with your ex?"

I shook my head, looking back at the screen. "Nope. He was more of a 'let's grab a burger' kind of guy.

No candles, no fancy dinners. I never minded, though. Until now.

Now, I realized what I'd been missing. The anticipation, the build-up, the excitement of dressing up and being taken out. It was intoxicating, and I found myself craving more of it.

Beto must have sensed my thoughts because he leaned in again, his voice barely a whisper. "I want to do this right, Lorena. I want to take you out, treat you like you deserve to be treated."

I took my eyes off the screen and stared seriously into his dark eyes.

"Beto, you know we can't do this often. It's too risky. People might recognize us, and then..." I trailed off, not wanting to say the words aloud. Beto's expression softened, and he reached out to take my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I know, Lorena. I know it's risky. But isn't life worth living dangerously sometimes? Especially when it comes to love?" he asked, his voice filled with conviction.

I felt a lump form in my throat at his words. Love.

But I also knew the reality of our situation, the consequences of acting on these feelings. "Beto, it's not that simple, i think you know that already."

"I won't stop loving you, wanting you, liking you, let's just keep this between us. Can't you do this? For us? Keep us just between us?" I asked him passionately , my eyes locked with his. "Just between us," he confirmed, his voice steady and sure. I took a deep breath, considering his words. I wanted this, I wanted him, but I also knew the risks involved. "Alright," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. 

We continued watching the movie without, of course, me giving him a blowjob first. I think that when I mentioned going to the movies, he already knew that this was going to happen. And well, it did. As we were leaving, something unexpected happened, without any sign being given: there he was. My ex-boyfriend, the same one who had cheated on me.

He was standing by the exit, chatting with a group of friends. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. Beto noticed my sudden tension and followed my gaze. "Shit," he muttered under his breath. "What do we do?" I asked, panic rising in my voice. Beto thought quickly, his eyes scanning the crowd. "Act natural. We'll pretend we didn't see him. Let's just walk past him and get out of here." I nodded, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. We started walking towards the exit, our heads held high.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my palms growing sweaty. I could see my ex out of the corner of my eye, his laughter filling the air as he chatted with his friends. I prayed that he wouldn't notice us, that we could slip past unnoticed.

But luck was not on our side. As we approached the exit, my ex's eyes flicked up, landing on us. 

"Lorena?" He asks , squinting at me, recognition dawning on his face. I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest. Beto's hand tightens around mine, a silent show of support. "Hey, Alex," I manage to say, my voice surprisingly steady.  Alex's eyes flicker to Beto, taking in his presence. "Who's this?" he asks, a hint of suspicion in his voice. I hesitate, unsure of how to introduce Beto. Before I can answer, Beto steps in, extending his free hand towards Alex. "I'm Beto, Lorena's step brother". Beto said, his voice calm and collected.

"Are you on a date with your brother?" He asks scared with his eyes slightly in shock.

I can see the confusion in his eyes, the disbelief. I can't blame him, it's not everyday you see siblings on a date.

Alex looks at me, then at Beto, then back at me, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Stepbrother?" he echoes, his voice laced with skepticism. I can see the wheels turning in his head, the questions forming on his tongue. 

"What?! Of course not, I'm just hanging out with my brother. And honestly, I don't think I owe you anything in my life, right Alex?" I say before taking my brother's hand and leading him away from the cinema. It wasn't the best way out I could have done, but I believe it was the ideal one. He would be left in the dark, maybe confused, but nothing more. After all, he knows what he did to me, he knows that I really shouldn't have even spoken to him that day, I don't owe him anything.

I can hear Alex calling after us, asking for an explanation, but I ignore him, my focus solely on getting us out of there.

Beto and I walk briskly towards the parking lot, our hands still entwined. I can feel the tension radiating off him, his grip on my hand tightening with each step. Once we reach his car, he turns to face me, his dark eyes filled with worry.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. I nod, taking a deep breath to steady myself. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just...

that was close," I admitted, my voice shaking slightly. Beto pulled me into a tight hug, his arms wrapping around me protectively. "I'm sorry, Lorena. I shouldn't have suggested we come here. I didn't think about the possibility of running into him," he murmured, his voice filled with regret. I shook my head, pulling back to look at him. "It's not your fault, Beto. We couldn't have known he'd be here. Besides, it's not like we were doing anything wrong. We were just...

siblings hanging out," I said, trying to convince myself as much as him. Beto searched my face, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you sure you're okay? You look a little shaken." I took a deep breath, leaning against his car for support. "I am. I just... I didn't expect to see him again, especially not tonight. It caught me off guard." Beto's expression hardened, his jaw clenching as he looked back towards the cinema. "Do you want me to go talk to him?

Make sure he understands that we weren't on a date?" Beto asked, his voice low and dangerous. I could see the protective streak in him flaring up, ready to defend my honor. I shook my head, placing a hand on his arm to calm him down. "No, Beto. That's not necessary. He'll figure it out eventually. Besides, I don't care what he thinks anymore. He lost that privilege when he cheated on me." Beto's shoulders relaxed, his expression softening as he looked down at me. "You're right." He said. "Let's just go home, okay?" I suggested, my voice soft yet firm. Beto nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "Okay. Whatever you want, Lorena." 

We each took a different taxi so we could get home at different times. I even asked my taxi driver to take us a different route. On the way, I couldn't think about anything else other than what had happened.

I kept replaying the scene in my head, analyzing every detail, every word exchanged. I was angry at Alex for putting us in that position, for forcing us to lie. But I was also angry at myself for letting him get to me, for letting him see that he still had an effect on me.

When I got home, I found Beto already there, pacing nervously in the living room. He looked up as I entered, relief washing over his face. "You're home," he said, his voice filled with emotion.

"I was starting to worry."

I offered him a small smile, setting my purse down on the couch. "I'm fine, Beto. Just... processing."

He nodded, running a hand through his hair. "I can't stop thinking about what happened."

I sighed, sinking onto the couch. "Me neither. I hate that he still has this power over me. What about mom and dad?" I ask him trying to know if was safe to talk about these things

with him. "They're out for the night. Some charity event or something. They won't be back until late, the two was just waiting for me to arrive." Beto replied, sitting down beside me on the couch. I let out a sigh of relief, glad that we had the house to ourselves. "Good," I said, leaning back against the cushions. "I don't think I could handle any more surprises tonight." Beto chuckled softly, his shoulder brushing against mine. "Neither could I." He paused for a moment, then turned to face me. "Lorena, about earlier... do you think that... he could exposed us?" Beto's expression darkened, his jaw clenching as he considered"I don't think so. He seemed confused, but he didn't seem suspicious. And even if he did start putting two and two together, what could he do about it? He's not exactly in a position to judge, considering his own history," I pointed out. Alex had no grounds to expose us, not when he himself had cheated on me. "You're right," he admitted, with this body relaxing slightly.

"But I can't help feeling paranoid. We've been so careful up until now, and I don't want anything to jeopardize that."

I reached out, placing a comforting hand on his knee. "It won't, Beto. We'll be more careful, that's all. No more public dates for a while, at least not in that town."

He nodded, covering my hand with his own. "Agreed. But Lorena. I still want to be with you."

I smiled at him, my heart warming at his words. "And you will be."

"What a cute couple." A female voice echoed from the darkest corner of our room.

I jumped, startled, and so did Beto. Our mother stood there, her silhouette barely visible in the dim light. She had been listening to our conversation.

"Mom!" I exclaimed, my voice barely above a whisper. "How long have you been there?"

She stepped forward, her eyes adjusting to the light. "Long enough," she replied, her voice calm yet firm. "I heard enough to understand that there's something going on between you two."

Beto and I exchanged a glance, our hearts pounding in our chests. This was it. The moment of truth.

Beto and I sat frozen on the couch, our eyes fixed on our mother as she stepped further into the room. Her expression was unreadable, her posture stiff. I could feel Beto's tension beside me, his hand still covering mine on his knee.

"Mom, it's not what you think," I started, my voice shaking slightly. She raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting between Beto and me. "Oh, really? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you two are involved in something more than just sibling bonding."

Beto cleared his throat, sitting up straighter.

"Mom, we can explain—"

She held up a hand, silencing him. "I think I'd rather hear it from Lorena. Alone." Her gaze shifted to me, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern.

I felt Beto tense beside me, his hand squeezing mine briefly before releasing it. He stood up, casting me a reassuring glance before heading upstairs, leaving me alone with our mother.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation ahead. "Mom, I know this looks bad, but—"

She interrupted me, her voice gentle yet firm.

"Your ex-boyfriend texted me, he said he was worried because he saw you, clearly dressed for a date, with a supposed younger brother. Do you know how embarrassing it is to receive a text like that?" She said strongly as she stared at me like a predator stares at its prey.

I was speechless, I didn't know what to say or how to react. I was shocked that Alex had contacted her, and even more shocked that she had confronted me about it. I had always thought that my mother was oblivious to my life, that she was too wrapped up in her own world to notice what was happening around her. But now, I realized that I had underestimated her. She was sharper than I had given her credit for.

"Mom, I can explain," I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. She raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "Can you now?

Because I must admit, Lorena, I'm struggling to make sense of this. You and Beto? Your stepbrother?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before speaking. "Yes, Mom. Me and Beto. It's... She let out a humorless laugh, shaking her head. "Complicated? Lorena, this is incest. It's not supposed to be complicated. It's supposed to be wrong." I winced at the harsh word, but I knew I had to stand my ground.

"Mom, I know it sounds wrong, but it doesn't feel that way to us. We care about each other, deeply. And yes, it's complicated, but that doesn't mean it's not real."

She studied me for a moment, her expression softening slightly. "Real or not, it's still taboo, Lorena. You know that. Society doesn't accept this kind of relationship."

I nodded, understanding her concerns. "I know, Mom. And we're not naive, we know the risks. But we can't help how we feel."

"Are you being 100% honest right now Lorena?" She asks with her confident and clear voice as she looks me in the eyes.

I can see the determination in her eyes, she wants to know the truth. "I'm being completely honest with you. I love Beto, and he loves me. It's not just some fleeting infatuation or a rebound. It's real," I say, my voice steady and sure. I can feel the truth of my words resonating within me, a warmth spreading through me at the admission.

My mother takes a deep breath, her eyes searching mine for any sign of deceit. After a moment, she nods, her expression serious. "Alright, Lorena. I believe you."

"Good night then honey." she said while walking towards the stairscase.

She didn't seem to care at all about what she simply heard, she heard loud and clear, that I love my little brother, not as a brother but as a lover, and she simply accepted it? I was confused.

I had expected anger, disappointment, maybe even a lecture on morality. But acceptance? That was not something I had prepared for. I watched as my mother ascended the stairs, her silhouette disappearing into the shadows. I remained seated on the couch, my mind racing with a million thoughts.

"What was that?" Beto asks trying to see some sense in that reaction.

"I don't know. I really don't know, Beto." I said to Beto, just as confused as he was. "I'm genuinely not in the mood for this. I've been through a lot of shit today. I'm going to try to sleep. Good night, little brother." I said as I headed upstairs.

Beto followed me, his footsteps echoing behind me. I could feel his eyes on me, questioning, curious. I ignored him, pushing open the door to my bedroom and stepping inside.

Beto hesitated in the doorway, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans. "Lorena, what just happened downstairs? Your mom... she just... accepted it?" His voice was filled with disbelief, mirroring my own thoughts.

I sighed, sinking onto the edge of my bed. "I don't know, Beto. I really don't.

She didn't even bat an eye when I told her I loved you. It's... weird." I rubbed my temples, trying to make sense of it all. Beto stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind him. "Maybe she's just surprised. Or maybe she's in denial. Either way, we should be careful. We don't know how she'll react tomorrow." I nodded, knowing he was right. "You're right. We should keep our distance for now. At least until we know where we stand with her." Beto walked over to me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Ok sis." he said to me.

"I know it's been a long day, and I know you're probably tired, but... I need to talk to you. About what happened tonight." I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his.

"Beto, I'm being 100% serious right now. Let me sleep in peace and rest my head. That's non-negotiable." I said firmly, my eyes holding his gaze. Beto nodded, understanding my need for space and time to process everything that had happened. "Of course, Lorena. I'll leave you alone for now. But please, if you need to talk or if you just want company, you know where to find me." He gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze before turning and leaving the room, closing the door softly behind him.

The next day Beto and I talked in the morning before going to school, we were confused by our mother's reaction but also intrigued, she certainly wouldn't tell our father and that was a relief. We came to the conclusion that she would come to us at some point to have a more serious conversation, so we decided to wait for that conversation. I think that was the longest time we spent away from each other, almost a whole week. Physically we were there, sleeping next door to each other, but emotionally we were more distant than ever.

I missed him, his touch, his scent, his voice. I missed the way he made me feel alive, desired, seen. But I also understood why we needed this space, this time to process everything that had happened. Our relationship had been thrown into chaos, and we needed to find our footing again.

One evening, after a particularly long day at school, I found myself sitting alone in the kitchen, a steaming cup of tea in front of me. I was lost in thought, my mind wandering to places it shouldn't, when I heard footsteps approaching.

I looked up to see Beto entering the kitchen, his dark hair disheveled and his eyes tired. He offered me a small smile, grabbing a mug from the cabinet and pouring himself a cup of coffee.

We fell into a comfortable silence, each lost in our own thoughts.

I watched as Beto leaned against the counter, his eyes fixed on the swirling patterns in his coffee. He looked tired, worn down by the weight of our secret. I wanted to reach out, to comfort him, but I held back. We had agreed to keep our distance, at least for now.

“Do you really think Mom is going to talk to us? It's been almost a week.” I speak in a low, straight voice , not wanting to sound too hopeful or desperate. “You think she's forgotten?” Beto asks, his eyes still fixed on the coffee swirling in his mug. I shrug, taking another sip of my tea. “I don't know. Maybe. But I doubt it. She's not the type to forget things easily.” Beto nods, his expression thoughtful. “You're right. She's always been sharp as a tack.” I smile at the memory of our mother, her keen intellect and quick wit. “Yeah, she has.” I pause, then add "And honestly, who would forget something like that?" Beto looks up from his coffee, his eyes meeting mine. "It's just... strange. She hasn't mentioned it once since that night." I lean back in my chair, my eyes narrowing as I consider this. "Maybe she's waiting for us to bring it up. Maybe she wants us to initiate the conversation." Beto shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know, Lorena. Really don't know." Beto sighed

Just then, we heard footsteps approaching the kitchen. Was our mother entering the room. She was dressed in a silk robe, her hair pulled back into a loose bun. She looked tired, but her eyes were alert and focused.

“Why didn't you wake me up, I have things to do.” She said as she headed for the closet “You know I can't wake up this late.” Beto and I exchanged a puzzled look, wondering what she meant by that. She grabbed a bottle of wine from the closet and poured herself a glass, taking a sip before speaking again. “So, I've been thinking about what you told me, Lorena,” she began, her voice measured and calm. I felt a jolt of surprise, my eyes widening as I looked at her. “You have?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. She nodded, taking another sip of her wine. “Yes. tonight we will have a movie night as a family again!" she declared, her eyes sparkling with an unreadable emotion. Beto and I exchanged another puzzled glance, unsure of where this was going.

"Mom, are you okay?" Beto asked cautiously, his brow furrowed in concern. She waved a dismissive hand, smiling at us. "Oh, I'm fine, darlings. Just a bit tired.

I want us all to be comfortable and relaxed. How does that sound?" she asked, her tone light and casual, as if she hadn't just dropped a bombshell on us.

Beto and I exchanged another bewildered look. This was not the reaction we had been expecting. We had braced ourselves for anger, disgust, maybe even tears. But this? This was something else entirely.

"Mom, are you sure about this?" I asked, my voice hesitant. "I mean, don't you want to talk about...

what happened?" I pressed gently, trying to gauge her true feelings on the matter. She took another sip of her wine, her eyes meeting mine over the rim of her glass. When she set it down, she let out a soft sigh. "Lorena,  I think it's best if we leave that particular topic alone for now." Her voice was firm, brooking no argument. I glanced at Beto, who seemed just as taken aback as I was. "But Mom, we can't just ignore it.

It's not healthy," Beto interjected, his brow furrowed in concern. Our mother turned to him, her expression softening. "Beto, sweetheart, I'm not saying we should ignore it forever. I'm just saying that right now, it's better for all of us if we focus on something else." She paused, taking another sip of her wine. "Besides, I think it's important for us to spend some quality time together as a family. Your father will be home soon, and I want us to be able to enjoy each other's company without any...

complications," she finished, her eyes flicking briefly between Beto and me. I couldn't help but notice the slight emphasis she placed on the word 'complications,' and a shiver ran down my spine. What exactly did she mean by that?

Beto seemed to be wrestling with the same question, his brow furrowed in thought. "Mom, are you sure you're okay with this? With us... being together?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Our mother's expression softened, and she reached out to pat his cheek affectionately. "Beto, darling, I'm your mother.

I've known you both since you were babies. Do you really think I'm so naive that I wouldn't notice the way you two look at each other? The tension between you is palpable, and it's been growing for months now."

Beto and I exchanged a surprised glance. So, she had noticed. Of course, she had. She was our mother, after all.

"But I also know that you're both good people, with good hearts. And I trust you to handle this situation responsibly," she continued, her gaze shifting between us.

I cleared my throat, finding my voice. "Mom, are you saying...

that you have my blessing?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Our mother let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "Oh, Lorena, always so direct. No, I'm not saying that. What I am saying is that I understand that sometimes, things happen in life that are...unconventional. And while I may not fully understand or approve of your relationship, I do understand that it exists. And I want you both to be happy." "But that doesn't mean I won't be keeping an eye on you." She said before giving an amused little laugh. " 

"And please, my dears, specifically about this... don't do it in public, I know you really like each other but not in public, there could be consequences for that, you know.” She says as she stares at me like a hawk

“No, I don't understand,” Beto shouted.

“What do you mean, Mom? Are you saying you're okay with this? With us?” His voice was shaking, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Our mother sighed, setting her wine glass down on the counter with a soft clink. “Beto, I'm not saying I'm okay with it. I'm saying I understand it. There's a difference.”

"No, darling. I'm not mad at you. I'm worried, yes. Confused, yes."

“But you know we're... you know... doing that...” I say, trying to make it clear that Beto and I have already had sex.  “I know, Lorena. And I’m not judging you. I just want you to be careful. To think about the future, about what this could mean for all of us.” She pauses, taking another sip of her wine. “And besides, it’s not just about you two. There’s your father to think about. And Alex. How do you think they would react if they found out?” 

"We haven't thought about that yet," Beto admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked down at his hands, fidgeting with his fingers nervously. "And what about college applications? Scholarships? Have you thought about how this could affect your futures?" she asked, her voice gentle but firm. I felt a pang of guilt in my chest, realizing that we had indeed been reckless. "No, Mom, we haven't," I confessed, my voice heavy with regret.

Beto looked up from his hands, his eyes meeting mine. "I didn't think so. Look, I'm not here to judge you. I just want you both to be aware of the potential repercussions of your actions." She paused, her gaze shifting between us. "And I want you to promise me that you'll be more careful."

I stop for a moment to analyze the situation, "More careful, Mom? What do you mean?" I ask, my curiosity piqued. She takes a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. "I mean, I want you to be discreet. Don't flaunt your relationship in public. Don't give people a reason to talk. And most importantly, don't let it consume you. Remember, you're still young, you have your whole lives ahead of you. Don't let this... situation define you." Her voice is steady, her gaze unwavering. I nod, understanding her concerns.

"We will, Mom. We promise," I assure her, glancing at Beto who echoes my sentiment with a firm nod.

She smiles, relieved. "Good. Now, let's get ready for our movie night. I've already picked out a few films."

As she leaves the kitchen, Beto turns to me, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Did that just happen? Did Mom just give us... permission?"

I shake my head, still trying to process it myself. "I don't think she's giving us permission, exactly. More like... acceptance.

Understanding, perhaps. But definitely not approval. Not that we need it, I remind myself. We're adults, capable of making our own decisions. Still, it's a relief to know that she's not going to kick us out or disown us. At least, not yet."

Beto and I exchange a glance, a silent understanding passing between us. We'll take this one step at a time, navigate this new terrain together. For now, that's enough.

We had our movie night after our father got home from work, and I wondered how he would react to us having that conversation.

We watched a silly horror movie, it was fun. Our mother sat in the middle of us just to make sure we didn't try anything while our father was there.

Beto and I exchanged glances throughout the movie, trying to stifle our laughter whenever the heroine did something particularly stupid. Our father, engrossed in the film, didn't seem to notice our silent communication, much less the underlying tension between us.

The movie ended, and our father yawned, stretching his arms above his head. "Well, that was entertaining," he commented, standing up and turning on the lights. "I'm beat, though. I think I'm going to call it a night."

Our mother stood up as well, gathering the empty popcorn bowls and soda cans.

It was over, but for us it had only just begun.

The next day we went back to our normal routine, fucking in the morning during the shower and after we got home from school while Mom was busy. It was still fun, it was more than it had ever been. We were fucking, like sibilings with our mother's permission, that's just... exciting... the week went by and we continued fucking, no longer hidden, only in privacy.

Our mother kept her distance, but I could feel her eyes on us, watching, waiting. I couldn't tell if she was disappointed, angry, or just curious. Maybe all three. But she didn't say anything, and neither did we. We were walking on eggshells, tiptoeing around the elephant in the room. It was exhausting, but it was also exhilarating. Every stolen glance, every brush of skin, every whispered word felt charged with meaning. We were playing with fire, and we both knew it. But we couldn't stop.

We were addicted to each other, to the thrill of it all. We were dancing on the edge of a knife, and it was intoxicating. One evening, as we lay entwined in my bed, panting and sweaty from our latest encounter, I heard a soft knock at my door. Beto and I froze, our eyes wide with panic. "Who is it?" I called out, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's me," came our mother's muffled response. Beto's eyes widened even further, and he started to scramble for his clothes.

I put a hand on his arm, stopping him. "Wait," I whispered. "She knows." Beto hesitated, his eyes searching mine. Then, he nodded, understanding my meaning. If she knew, there was no point in hiding anymore. We'd just have to face the music.

"Come in," I called out, my voice steadier than I felt.

The door creaked open, revealing our mother standing in the doorway. She was still dressed in her work attire, her hair pulled back into a neat bun.

Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the rumpled sheets, the discarded clothes, the faint scent of sweat and sex that hung in the air. Beto and I held our breath, waiting for her reaction.

"You two have been busy," she observed, her voice neutral. Beto and I exchanged a glance, unsure of how to respond. "Um, yeah. Sorry about the mess," I mumbled, gesturing to the cluttered room. Our mother waved a dismissive hand, stepping further into the room. "Don't worry about that.

I didn't come here to clean," she said, her eyes flicking between Beto and me. "I came to talk." She paused, her gaze lingering on Beto for a moment before shifting back to me. "Alone."

Beto looked at me, uncertainty written all over his face. I gave him a small nod, reassuring him that it would be okay. He hesitated for a moment before grabbing his clothes and slipping out of the room, closing the door softly behind him.

Our mother waited until we heard Beto's footsteps retreating down the hallway before speaking again.

"Lorena, sit down," she said, gesturing to the spot beside her on the bed. I complied, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to anticipate what she might say next. She took a deep breath, her eyes searching mine as if trying to find the right words. 

"Your father has just left for a trip, I think you already know that. You two didn't even say goodbye to him, but it's okay, I gave him some excuse.” She said, trying to get somewhere that I didn't know until then. “I do a lot to hide you two, especially from your father, and I think it's time I asked for something in return.” She paused, her eyes holding mine captive. “I want you to listen to me, Lorena. I want you to hear what I have to say.”

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “Okay, Mom. I’m listening.”

She took another deep breath, her fingers twisting the hem of her blouse nervously. “I’ve been thinking a lot about this, about I and your father." She said with a sigh "Let's do an exchange, okay? You and your brother can fuck, however you want, wherever you want and whenever you want. Even in front of me if you want to be two perverts" she said with a smirk "But I want something in return."

I stared at her, shocked and confused. "What do you mean, Mom? What do you want in return?"

She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving mine. "I want you to help me spice up my marriage. Your father and I... we've grown apart. We've lost that spark, that passion we once had. And I want it back. I want to feel alive again."

I blinked, taken aback by her confession. "Mom, I... I don't know what to say.

I'm speechless. My mother wants me to help her spice up her marriage? The irony isn't lost on me, but I'm struggling to wrap my head around it. "I don't know what to say," I stammer, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment and discomfort. "I mean, I'm not sure I'm the best person to help with that."

Our mother lets out a soft sigh, her eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "I'm not asking you to do anything too much Lorena, just not to see or hear what I do next nights." She said with a mischievous smile. "What do you mean, Mom?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I mean, I don't want you to tell your father that I... well... had sex with other men while he was away." She paused, letting the words sink in. I stared at her, my eyes wide with shock. "Mom, are you serious? You want to cheat on Dad?" She nodded, her expression serious. "Yes, Lorena. I do. I want to feel desired, wanted. I want to feel alive again. And I think this is the only way to do it." I shook my head, still struggling to comprehend her words. "But Mom, what about Dad? Don't you love him anymore?" I asked, my voice filled with concern.

Our mother sighed, looking down at her hands folded in her lap. "Of course, I love your father, Lorena. I always have. But love isn't enough to keep a marriage alive, not when the passion has faded. I need more. I need excitement, danger even. Something to make me feel alive again."

I leaned back against the pillows, absorbing her words. I could understand where she was coming from, in a way. Beto and I had found our own kind of excitement, our own danger. But involving my father in her plan? That was a whole different level.

"What about Dad?

Does he know about this?" Our mother let out a soft sigh, her eyes meeting mine. "No, he doesn't. And I'd prefer to keep it that way, at least for now." She paused, her gaze intent. "Which brings me back to my original request. I need you and Beto to keep this to yourselves." I nodded, understanding her meaning. "And well... if you tell him anything... if you tell him my secret, I'll tell you yours... deal?" She said with a sad face but full of confidence . I looked at her, her eyes begging me to agree. I knew I couldn't refuse her, not after everything she had done for us. Not after she had accepted our relationship, even if it was reluctantly. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. "Okay, Mom. I won't tell Dad. But only if you promise to be careful. I don't want you getting hurt, either physically or emotionally." Our mother smiled, relief evident in her eyes. "Thank you, Lorena. I promise, I'll be careful."

"Beto will know about this?" I ask her wanting to make sure "Yes, of course. you talk to him, and make he understand the gravity of this situation and the importance of keeping it a secret." She paused, her gaze intense. "Can you do that for me, Lorena?"

I nodded, my resolve strengthening. "Yes, Mom. I'll talk to Beto. We'll keep your secret safe."

Our mother let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders slumping slightly. I appreciate it more than you know." She stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt. "Now, I should go. I have some... preparations to make."

I raised an eyebrow, curious. "Preparations?"

Our mother smiled mysteriously.

"Just some... arrangements to make. You'll see soon enough." She walked towards the door, pausing briefly to glance back at me. "Remember, Lorena. Discretion is key. For all our sakes." With that, she slipped out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I sat on my bed, staring at the closed door, trying to process the conversation that had just taken place. My mother wanted to spice up her marriage by cheating on my father, and she wanted Beto and I to keep it a secret. I shook my head, still struggling to wrap my head around it all.

I knew our mother had a wild side, but this was something else entirely. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the task ahead. I needed to talk to Beto, to explain everything that had just happened. I grabbed my robe, tying it tightly around my waist as I made my way downstairs to the kitchen.

Beto was sitting at the breakfast bar, a bowl of cereal in front of him, his eyes glued to his phone. He looked up as I entered, a small smile playing on his lips. "Hey, Lorena. Everything okay?" he asked, his eyes scanning my face.

I didn't know how to tell what I'd just heard, but I decided to do it the hard way. “Listen, our mother just went crazy. She wants us to keep her secret from our father, otherwise she'll tell him our secret.” I blurted out, still trying to grasp the enormity of what our mother had just proposed. Beto's spoon clattered into his bowl, his eyes widening in shock. "What? Lorena, what are you talking about?" I took a deep breath, leaning against the counter as I recounted the conversation I'd just had with our mother. Beto listened intently, his expression growing more and more incredulous with each passing moment. When I finished, he stared at me, speechless for several seconds. "She wants us to... to what?

Keep her secret? While she... while she..." Beto stammered, his face pale. I nodded, confirming his words. "Yeah. She wants us to pretend we don't know anything, while she... goes out and does whatever she plans to do." I paused, shaking my head in disbelief. "I can't believe this is happening. Our mother, cheating on Dad? And expecting us to cover for her?" Beto ran a hand through his hair, his eyes troubled. "This is messed up, Lorena. Really messed up." I sighed, agreeing with him.

It's insane. But she's our mom, and she's asking for our help. We can't just ignore her." I paused, considering our options.  "You're right, Beto. This is messed up. But she's our mom, and she's trusting us with this. We can't just turn our backs on her." Beto looked at me, his dark eyes filled with concern. "I know, Lorena. I just don't want us to get caught in the middle of this. It's not fair to us, or to Dad." I nodded, understanding his worry. "But we can't control what Mom does.

"Oh, and it's... in return she'll give us permission to... to have sex wherever we want. And I think she really means wherever we want." I say it trying not to sound happy about it even though I am . Beto looks at me, his eyes wide with surprise. "Are you serious? She said that?" I nod, a small smile playing on my lips. "Yeah, she did. She said we can fuck anywhere, anytime, as long as we keep her secret." Beto whistles softly, leaning back in his chair. "Wow. I didn't expect that." He pauses, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Do you think she's serious? About the sex part, I mean." I shrug, considering his question. "I don't know, Beto. She seemed pretty serious about the whole thing.

I mean, she's the one who brought it up, not us. And she seemed... eager, almost excited about it." Beto's eyes widened, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Eager, huh? Well, that changes things." I rolled my eyes, pushing off from the counter and heading towards the fridge. "Don't get any ideas, Beto. We still have to figure out how to handle this situation with Mom. We can't just go around fucking everywhere now that we have 'permission'." I said, trying to sound like the adult in the room

"Are you going to tell me that fucking your little brother is less important than playing the scooby doo gang?" Beto speaks in an attempt to provoke Lorena , but she just laughs.

"At least I'm not pretending to be someone I'm not. You're still the shy boy who hides behind his books, afraid to show his true self." Lorena retorts, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Beto smirks, "Maybe I am. But at least I'm honest about it. You, on the other hand, are hiding behind this tough girl act, trying to convince everyone, including yourself, that you don't care about anything."

Lorena raises an eyebrow, "Is that so? Well, maybe I don't.

“You know what?" I chuckle as i said "I was just going to take a shower... why don't you come with me?” I tease him , turning around and walking towards the bathroom. I can feel his eyes on me, following my every move. I know I'm playing with fire, but I can't help it. I love the thrill, the danger. And besides, I've never been one to back down from a challenge.

Beto hesitates for a moment before standing up and following me. I can hear his footsteps echoing behind me as I walk down the hallway, my heart pounding in my chest. I push open the bathroom door, stepping inside and turning on the shower.

The room fills with steam as I begin to undress, feeling Beto's eyes on me. I slip off my robe, letting it fall to the floor, and turn to face him. His eyes widen as he takes in my naked form, his breath hitching in his throat.

"Last chance to back out, little brother" I taunt, a wicked grin spreading across my face. Beto swallows hard, his eyes never leaving mine. "I told you, Lorena. I want to." Beto's voice was barely above a whisper, but the intensity in his eyes was unmistakable. I felt a shiver run down my spine, my body responding to his gaze. I stepped closer to him, our bodies almost touching. I could feel the heat radiating from him, could see the pulse throbbing in his neck.

"And what if I don't want you to?" I challenged, my voice low and husky. Beto's eyes darkened, his hands reaching up to grip my hips. "Then I guess we're both in trouble," he murmured, pulling me flush against him.

Our lips met in a hungry, desperate kiss, all pretenses of resistance forgotten. I moaned into his mouth, my hands tangling in his hair as I pressed myself against him, craving more contact, more friction.

We couldn't do anything else from then on, so we fucked in the bathroom while we showered. It was good, it was incredible, it was good to be back.

Over the next few days we fucked wherever we wanted and at whatever time we wanted. Mom was away most of the time anyway, probably doing the same thing as us. Fucking like rabbits.  That's what we were doing. Beto and I couldn't keep our hands off each other. We'd wake up in the morning, already hard and ready, and we'd start the day with a quickie in the shower. Sometimes we'd make it to school, but often we'd end up skipping classes, too consumed by our desire for each other.

We fucked in the yard, in the living room, in the kitchen, on the stairs leading up to our bedrooms. We fucked in broad daylight, in the dead of night, in every room of the house except for our mother's bedroom. That was off-limits, even with her blessing.

We respected that boundary, but it didn't stop us from exploring every other inch of the house. We became experts in finding new places to fuck, always seeking out the next thrill.

One afternoon, while Mom was out, we found ourselves in the attic. It was dusty and filled with old furniture and boxes, but it also had a certain charm. The slanted ceiling made it cozy, and the light filtering through the small window cast a warm glow over everything. 

We heard Mom coming house and her footsteps in the house, but we didn't stop. In fact, I started moaning even louder. It was exciting for her to know that we were doing it in the attic, and Beto liked the idea as much as I did.

We finished and went downstairs, straight to the shower, where we fucked again.

We were insatiable, driven by a hunger that neither of us could seem to satisfy.

After done we went straight to my room where we lay down on my bed to get some break.

"That was... intense," Beto gasped, his chest heaving.

I grinned, tracing patterns on his chest with my finger. "That's what happens when you can't keep your hands off each other."

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me close. "I guess we should be grateful for Mom's... understanding, then."

I snorted. "Understanding? She's enjoying this as much as we are.

Maybe even more," I mused, my eyes drifting towards the closed door. Beto followed my gaze, his brow furrowing in thought. "You think so? Why would she enjoy us fucking, though? It's not like she's... involved or anything." I shrugged, considering his words. "Maybe it's just a power trip for her. Knowing she has control over us, over our secret. Or maybe she gets off on the fact that we're doing something taboo, something forbidden." I paused, my eyes narrowing as I considered another possibility.

"Or maybe she's just lonely, Beto. Maybe she's looking for some excitement, some connection, and this is her way of finding it." Beto was silent for a moment, digesting my words. "You might be right" He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "

After that, we fucked again, this time in my bed. We didn't stop until it was late at night, I came more than three times just in that fuck, our mother hadn't come back yet, Beto, poor thing, was dry, he spent practically the whole day with his balls being emptied into my pussy.

We'd been separated for the first time all day, I was tired and then he... At least that day.

While he was showering, I was in my room, naked, lying there just waiting for life to pass before my eyes, and then I heard my mother coming home.

Her heels clicking on the wooden floor, her keys jingling as she dropped them on the table by the door. I could hear her humming to herself, a tune I recognized from her youth. She sounded happy, content even. I wondered if she had found what she was looking for, whatever it was that drove her to seek out these clandestine encounters.

I heard her footsteps pause outside my door, and then the soft knock that always preceded her entrance. "Lorena?" she called out, her voice muffled by the closed door.

I stirred, pushing myself up onto my elbows, my body still tingling from the day's activities. "Come in, Mom," I replied, my voice hoarse from sleep and exertion. The door creaked open, revealing our mother standing in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the dim light from the hallway. She was dressed in a simple black dress, her hair cascading down her shoulders in loose waves. She looked... different somehow, her eyes sparkling with a vitality I hadn't seen in years. "Hey, sweetheart," she said, her voice soft as she stepped into the room, closing the door behind her.

"How was your day?" I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "Well, it was certainly eventful," I replied, my eyes flicking towards the bathroom where Beto was still showering. Our mother followed my gaze, her eyes lingering on the closed door for a moment before returning to me. "I see," she said, a knowing smile spreading across her face. "And how was your day, Mom?" I asked, changing the subject. Her smile widened, her eyes taking on a distant, dreamy quality. "It was... interesting," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I hope you and your brother don't mind, there's a guy coming over. To do... you know..." She speaks trying to remain descriptive

"Play with your pussy? yes, I know, Mom. Your son also plays with my pussy, perfectly, I mean, I really love him.”

I said this to her just as a way of teasing her. It was exciting to let her know what her son was doing to her daughter . I saw her blush slightly, but she didn't seem upset.

Instead, she let out a soft laugh. "Well, I'm glad you're both enjoying yourselves. Just remember, discretion is key. "And Lorena, please, try to keep it down tonight. As I said before, I'll have a visit." She said as she walked out of my room towards hers

. I laid back on my bed, my mind racing with thoughts of what was about to happen under our roof. I knew Beto would be out of the shower soon, and I wanted to tell him about our mother's plans. I quickly threw on a robe and made my way to his room.

Beto was just stepping out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets still clinging to his skin. He looked up as I entered, a smile spreading across his face. "What's up?" he asked, running a hand through his damp hair.

I closed the door behind me, leaning against it as I spoke. "Mom's got a visitor coming over tonight. She wants us to keep it down, whatever that means." Beto's eyebrows shot up, surprise etched on his face. "A visitor? Like, a friend?" I shrugged, pushing off from the door and walking towards him. "But judging by the way she was acting, I'd say it's more than just a friendly visit." I paused, a wicked grin spreading across my face. 

"I hope she doesn't make too much noise,” Beto jokes "But that would be hot, wouldn't it?” I retort quickly

, my eyes gleaming with mischief. “To hear her, I mean. To know she's enjoying herself while we're... you know." Beto's eyes darken at my words, his gaze intensifying. "You really want to do that, don't you? Hear her, I mean." I bite my lip, considering his question. "I don't know. Maybe. It's just... exciting, isn't it? The thought of her, right here in the house, doing... that." I wave my hand vaguely, indicating the general idea of sexual activity. Beto nods, his expression thoughtful.

"I guess it is. Exciting, I mean. But it's also kind of weird, isn't it? Knowing that our mom is... active, I guess you could say." I snort, rolling my eyes. "Active? Beto, she's having an affair. She's sneaking around, cheating on Dad. That's not exactly 'active', that's... reckless." Beto's expression turns serious, his eyes searching mine. 

"Let's make a deal" I said to him , my voice low and sultry. "If we can hear her, really hear her, we'll join in. But quietly, of course. We don't want her to know we're listening." Beto's eyes widen, surprise and excitement warring in his gaze. "You mean... you want to... with her?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. I shrug, a nonchalant expression on my face. "While... see... if we hear she screaming or whatever, we fuck listeing to her moans." I pause, considering my next words carefully.  

"I mean... is hot... isnt?" Beto asked, his voice barely audible, as if he was afraid to speak the words aloud.

I smirked, leaning in closer to him. "exatcly, little brother."

Beto swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. "I... I think I am. But only if you're sure about this, Lorena. We can't just... we can't just go around sleeping with whoever we want, especially not our own mother."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "We only gonna listen to her relax." I reassure him, my voice softening. "And if we hear anything... well, we'll just see where the night takes us. No promises, no expectations." Beto nods, seeming to consider my words carefully. "Okay, Lorena. I trust you." I smile, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. Now, let's get ready for tonight. We need to be quiet, remember?" I wink at him, turning and heading towards the door. "Meet me in my room in an hour.

We'll set up there," I whispered, slipping out of Beto's room and making my way back to mine. I could feel the anticipation building inside me, a mix of excitement and nervousness churning in my stomach. I knew we were playing with fire, but I couldn't deny the thrill it gave me.

An hour later, Beto was in my room, and we were ready for anything that might happen.

We prepared ourselves by lying down on the floor in my room, using our pillows as a kind of bed.

Our bodies were close together, feeling each other's warmth, but waiting, just waiting. Anxiety coursed through our skin and bodies, waiting for the green light. Just as a runner waits for the referee to start the race. Which, in this case, was our mother moaning in her bedroom.

Then... She started. That was the referre starting the race. Was our green light. 

We then, listening to our mom getting fucked pretty hard, start to fuck right there on the floor. Our bodies moved synced up with each other, our hands intertwining as we fucked. With every thrust of my hips, I could feel both of my orgasms approaching rapidly. My head tossed back, my teeth biting down on my lower lip as I reached my climax, moaning loud enough for our mother in the next room to hear.

When I came down from my high, I noticed Beto's body still moving with mine, but slower now. He was clearly trying to hold back, but the sound of our mother seemed to be encouraging him.

I stroked his hair, whispering soothing words in his ear as he came with a loud groan, his free hand grasping at the carpet beside us.

We lay there together, panting and spent, listening to the sounds of pleasure coming from our mother's room. It was an odd moment, one that should have felt wrong or uncomfortable, but somehow didn't. Instead, it was a strange mix of thrill and excitement, a shared secret between the two of us.

But we didn't stop there. The night was still young, and we were eager for more.

As we lay there catch our breaths, we felt a strange sense of camaraderie, a bond that had been formed between us. We hadn't planned on this happening, but it had, and we couldn't deny the part of us that relished in the illicit nature of it all.

My mother, despite her age, was in the prime of her sexuality, and we couldn't help but be drawn to the sound of her cries of pleasure echoing through the walls.

Her lover seemed to be just as eager, his moans intermingling with hers in a symphony of passion. Beto and I lie there in silence, our hands still intertwined, waiting for the moments when the rush of our own orgasms would match the rhythm of our mother's.

We listened as the night wore on and the sounds from the next room grew more intimate, more brazen. Our own bodies moved in sync with theirs, Beto and I moving together steadily, our hearts racing at the thought of what was happening on the other side of the wall.

Every moan, every gasp made my own pleasure spike higher, until I couldn't hold back any longer. I came with a cry of ecstasy, my muscles clenched as I rode out the waves of my release.

Beto wasn't far behind me. With a shudder and a strangled moan, he came too, spilling his seed inside of me as we lay together on the floor, our hearts pounding in time with each other.

As we caught our breaths, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction wash over me. I had never felt closer to Beto, or to Mom, than I did in those moments.

In the hours that followed, our mom didn't stop moaning and groaning in pleasure, and neither did Beto and I. We would take breaks to rest, to recover, but we couldn't resist the temptation for long.

Each time we heard our mother's sounds, we would resume our lovemaking, our bodies moving in sync with each other, our breaths heavy and uneven.

It was a strange, surreal night, but it was also exhilarating. The thought of us all together, entwined in a web of passion, was almost too much to bear, and yet it was something we all seemed to crave.

Louder and louder, the more she moaned, the more we became aroused. i don't think we've ever had so much sex in one night before. It was like our bodies couldn't get enough of each other, fueled by the desires and passions of our mother. Each time she reached a climax, we would too, as if her pleasure was somehow connected to our own.

As the night wore on, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of longing and desire for our mother that went beyond just physical attraction. I knew that Beto must have felt the same way, as we lay there in silence, our hands still intertwined, listening to her moans subside as her lover finally reached his own release.

The sounds of their movements grew softer, more distant, until there was nothing but the sound of our own heavy breathing filling the room.

Beto and I looked at each other, our eyes shining with the afterglow of satisfaction. We didn't need to speak, as we both knew what had just happened between us. We had crossed a line we never thought we would, but it felt oddly right.

Slowly, we untangled our hands, each of us realizing that this was just the beginning of something new.

The next day we woke up, words weren't needed, it was abundantly clear to both my brother and I that we needed to fuck our mom.

After breakfast, Beto and I took a moment alone in our shared bedroom, strategizing the best way to approach our mom. We were both a nervous wreck, especially knowing that any misstep could result in our parents' divorce, or even worse consequences.

We decided it would be best to fuck around her. 

In order to somehow tempt her. And so we did.

It was one o'clock on a hot Sunday afternoon, and she was in the kitchen drinking wine, sitting at the table, when Beto and I came downstairs towards the living room. There, we started fucking madly, without caring about anything, and she was watching everything from the kitchen. Loud and clear.

She saw us.

Mom took a long sip of her wine before setting it down and walking slowly towards the living room. We didn't stop, even as we heard her footsteps nearing us. I looked up at her, saw the desire in her eyes, and knew that our plan had worked. She sat down on the nearby armchair, her eyes never leaving ours as we continued our dance of passion.

I could feel my body trembling with anticipation as I watched Mom get closer, her eyes dark with desire.

"Do you want to join in?” I said before laughing as continued to fuck my  little brother . Beto looked at me, surprised, but quickly understood what I meant. He nodded slightly, his eyes flickering towards our mother.

Mom hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting between the two of us. Then, she stood up and walked towards us, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She stopped in front of us, her gaze intense.

She remained quiet and then sat down next to us on the sofa, ignoring us as if we weren't fucking like animals next to her.

I could see her chest rising and falling faster, her breath hitching slightly. She was trying to hide it, but she was turned on. I smirked at Beto, who grinned back at me, understanding my plan perfectly.

"Mom," I whispered, "you know you can't resist us." I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear. "You want to join, don't you?"

She became quiet again and just went back to watching the television . But I could tell she was listening. Her eyes kept flickering towards us, her breath still ragged.

Beto and I exchanged a look, and I nodded slightly. We started to move again, our bodies pressing together, our hands exploring each other's skin. I could feel her eyes on us, burning into us, and it only served to heighten my arousal.

"Come on, Mom," I whispered, my voice low and husky. "You know you want to."

It was fun playing with her, we didn't stop having sex next to her and she didn't stop ignoring me when I teased her. When her show was over, she got up, turned off the TV and left the room. While Beto and I continued to have sex , we heard her footsteps going upstairs. We paused, looking at each other, wondering if she'd gone to her room.

Suddenly, the sound of her heels clicking on the wooden stairs echoed through the house. She was coming back down. Beto and I exchanged a glance, our hearts pounding in our chests. She entered the living room, carrying a bottle of wine and three glasses.

Without a word, she poured us each a glass and handed them to us. Then, she sat down on the couch next to us, her eyes still smoldering with desire.

She took a sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving ours. "So, what exactly are you two doing?" she asked, her voice steady and calm, as if she hadn't just witnessed us fucking like rabbits.

Beto and I exchanged a glance, both of us taken aback by her question. I cleared my throat, trying to find the right words. "Well, Mom, we were just... expressing ourselves," I said, hoping that sounded vague enough.

She raised an eyebrow. "Expressing yourselves?

Is that what you call it?" Mom took another sip of her wine, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Because it looked like you two were doing a lot more than just expressing yourselves."

Beto blushed, looking down at his lap, but I held her gaze, a smirk playing on my lips. "Maybe we were," I challenged. "What's it to you?"

She leaned back against the couch, crossing her legs. "Oh, nothing really. I'm just curious, that's all.

It's not every day you walk in on your stepchildren having sex in the living room." She took another sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving mine.

Beto shifted uncomfortably beside me, but I held my ground. "Well, Mom, maybe you should try walking in on us more often," I said, my voice laced with innuendo.

As we got up and changed our position, teasing our mother was good but fucking her was even better. I stopped caring about her for a moment, I just paid attention to my little brother's huge penis going in and out of my vagina. She stayed there, watching everything.

She didn't say a word, but her eyes spoke volumes. They were filled with a hunger that matched our own, a desire that was impossible to ignore.

Beto and I, lost in our own world, continued to explore each other's bodies. Our hands roamed, our lips met, and our breaths grew heavier. We were oblivious to everything else, except for the soft moans escaping our lips and the sound of our heartbeats echoing in our ears.

Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. I turned my head to see Mom standing there, her eyes locked onto mine.

She had removed her robe, revealing a black lace negligee that clung to her curves. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her lips were parted, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Mom," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Beto paused, following my gaze, and we both stared at her, our bodies still entwined.

She didn't say a word, just start to masturbating.

Slowly, she began to touch herself, her fingers tracing circles around her clit. Her eyes never left ours, and we couldn't look away, captivated by the sight of her pleasuring herself. We knew what we wanted, what we both needed.

We continued having sex while our mother masturbated watching her children having sex in front of her. As soon as Beto had come inside me, we went to the kitchen counter and started fuck again. Our mother followed us, just to continue what she was doing . She was enjoying it, and we could tell because she was moaning louder and louder.

I could see her fingers moving faster and faster, her breath coming in short gasps. She was close, and so were we. I could feel my orgasm building, my muscles tensing as Beto pounded into me from behind.

"Fuck, Lorena," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly. "I'm gonna come again."

"Me too," I gasped, my eyes locked onto our mother's. She was watching us, her eyes filled with lust.

"Are you sure you don't want to join us?” I asked my mother again, but without laughing this time" I was serious. I wanted her to join us, to feel her body pressed against mine, to taste her lips. I could see the hesitation in her eyes, but also the desire. She wanted it too, I could tell.

She looked at Beto, then back at me, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "I... I don't know,” she stammered. "This is all so... unexpected."

I reached out, taking her hand in mine. "It's okay, Mom," I said softly. "We won't hurt you."

Beto and I came, stopped moving for a second and stood next to each other, completely naked.

“Where do you want to go, mom?” I asked teasing her , knowing very well that she wouldn’t refuse us. She looked at us, her eyes filled with lust and indecision. I could see the wheels turning in her head, weighing the pros and cons of joining us. I stepped closer to her, my hand reaching out to touch her cheek gently. “Come on, mom. Don’t be scared. We just want to make you feel good.” Beto moved closer to her from behind, his hands resting on her hips. “Yeah, mom."

She couldn't refuse us, she didn't even want to. And I knew that.

“Let's go to my room.” she said monotonously, as if she was in a trance. Beto and I exchanged a satisfied smile, knowing that we had won her over.

As we ascended the grand staircase, our mother leading the way, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation mixed with apprehension. This was uncharted territory for all of us, and I had no idea what to expect. All I knew was that I wanted her, and I could tell that Beto did too.

Once in her room, Mom turned to face us, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and excitement.

Beto and I stood before her, our bodies still bare and glistening from our earlier encounters. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

"Mom," I began, my voice soft and reassuring, "we don't have to do anything you don't want to. If you're not ready, we can stop right now."

She looked at me, then at Beto, and back to me again. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling, before speaking. "No, I... I want this. I just...

I've never done anything like this before," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to mess things up between us."

Beto stepped forward, his dark eyes filled with sincerity. "Mom,

we won't let anything get messed up. We care about you too much for that. And if at any point you want to stop, just say the word, okay?"

She looked at him, then at me, and I could see the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. "Okay," she whispered. "I trust you both."

With that, the last of her reservations seemed to melt away. She reached out, placing a hand on each of our chests, her thumbs tracing small circles on our skin. "So, what do you want to do first?"

I glanced at Beto, a wicked grin spreading across my face.

"How about we show you how it's done, Mom?" I suggested, my voice laced with mischief. Before she could respond, I leaned in, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. I could feel her surprise, her initial stiffness, but it didn't take long for her to melt into me, her lips softening and parting to allow my tongue entry.

Beto, not wanting to be left out, pressed himself against her back, his hands roaming over her curves, tracing the lines of her body.

Mom shivered, her breath hitching as she became sandwiched between us. I could feel her heart racing, matching the rhythm of our own.

I pulled away from the kiss, my eyes searching hers. "Are you sure about this, Mom?" I asked, giving her one last chance to change her mind. Her eyes were filled with a mix of fear, excitement, and desire.

"Yes," she said at loud and clear as we start to lay down in her bed.

Our bodies were sharing the same heat and our lungs the same air.

Me, having sex with my own step mom. I could never have imagined that one day I would do this, but not for a single moment did I look down on it, it was good, and I liked it.

I liked it a lot.

As our bodies moved in sync, I could feel Beto's eyes on me, watching me as I enjoyed my mom like he'd never seen before.

His gaze was intense, filled with a mix of lust and admiration. It only served to fuel my desire, pushing me to give our mother even more pleasure.

Mom's moans filled the room, growing louder and more insistent with each passing moment. Her body writhed beneath mine, her hips bucking as she chased her release. I could feel her muscles tightening, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Lorena," she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm... I'm close."

I smiled, leaning down to capture her mouth in a passionate kiss.

Our tongues danced together, our breaths mingling as we lost ourselves in the moment. Behind me, Beto's hands roamed over my body, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin that sent shivers down my spine.

Mom's hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer, urging me on. I obliged, my hips moving in a steady rhythm, my body sliding against hers. I could feel her heat, her wetness, and it only served to drive me wilder.

Beto's hands moved to my breasts, his fingers pinching and rolling my nipples.

While he was taking his penis out and putting it back in his mother's vagina.

Home sweet home.

Beto was enjoying it, I could see it in his eyes . He was loving every minute of it, and so was I. Our mother was a goddess, and we were her worshippers. She was lying on her back, her head propped up on pillows, watching us with hooded eyes as we pleasured her.

I was straddling her, my hands planted on either side of her head, my hips moving in slow, sensuous circles. Beto was kneeling between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs, his mouth buried in her pussy.

Mom's moans filled the room, her body arching off the bed as she chased her orgasm. In a moment of impulse, my little brother stopped what he was doing just to fuck my mother's mouth like a pussy.

My mother was enjoying it, she was moaning and sucking his cock like it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. I could see her cheeks hollow out as she sucked him deep, her eyes watering slightly as he hit the back of her throat. Beto's hands fisted in her hair, guiding her head as he fucked her mouth, his hips moving in quick, sharp thrusts.

I watched, transfixed, as my little brother used our mother's mouth for his pleasure. It was a sight to behold, and it only served to turn me on even more.

I leaned down, capturing one of Mom's nipples in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hardened peak. She moaned around Beto's cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. He groaned, his grip on her hair tightening as he fought to maintain control.

"Fuck, Lorena," he panted, his eyes locked onto mine. "That feels so good."

I smirked, my tongue continuing its assault on Mom's breast. I could feel her body writhing beneath me, her hips bucking as she sought friction.

I obliged, grinding against her, my clit rubbing against hers in a delicious dance. Our moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that only served to heighten our arousal.

Beto, sensing our need, slipped a hand between us, his fingers finding our clits and rubbing in tandem. The added stimulation sent us both spiraling, our bodies tensing as we raced towards our releases.

"Oh god, yes!" Mom cried out, her head thrashing from side to side. "Don't stop! Please, don't stop!"

Beto and I exchanged a glance, our eyes filled with determination.

We weren't going to stop, not until we had given our mother the most explosive orgasm of her life. We wanted her to remember this night, to remember us, forever.

Our bodies moved in perfect synchronization, our hands and mouths working together to bring her to the brink of ecstasy. I could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She was close, so close.

"Come on, Mom," I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. "Let go.

Let yourself feel it," I urged, my voice barely above a whisper. Beto's fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing down on her clit, sending her spiraling over the edge.

"Ahh!" she screamed, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her nails dug into my back, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she rode out her orgasm. Beto and I watched, our eyes filled with awe and wonder, as our mother came undone beneath us.

Her body trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she slowly came back down to earth.

Beto and I exchanged a satisfied smile, our eyes shining with pride. We had done that, we had brought our mother to heights of pleasure she had never known before.

But we weren't done yet.

As her breathing returned to normal, I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear. "How was that, Mom?" I whispered, my voice low and sultry. She shivered, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine.

"Amazing," she breathed, a small smile playing on her lips. "I've never... I've never felt anything like that before."

I grinned, my heart swelling with happiness.

“Now rest and watch your own children have sex in your bed, in front of you.” I said pushing Beto to me and starting to kiss him passionately. My mother watched us, her eyes wide with surprise and excitement. She was enjoying the show, and I could see her hand creeping down towards her pussy, ready to pleasure herself again.

Beto and I started to fuck again, our bodies moving in sync, our hands exploring each other's skin. We were lost in our own world, oblivious to everything else, except for the soft moans escaping our lips and the sound of our heartbeats echoing in our ears.

Our mother was watching us, her eyes filled with lust and desire.

She was enjoying the show, and it only served to fuel our own arousal. Beto and I were lost in our own world, our bodies moving in sync, our hands exploring each other's skin.

We continued fucking in front of her, me moaning like a slut and my brother, my younger brother, fucking me like I was a slut. I was a slut, I'm a slut, a slut for my family.

I loved it, I loved being used by them, I loved using them. It was a cycle that I couldn't break, and I didn't want to. I was addicted to the feeling of their bodies against mine, to the sound of their moans, to the taste of their skin. I was addicted to them.

Beto and I continued to fuck, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust. I moaned, my fingers digging into his back, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

I wanted him deeper, harder, faster. I wanted to feel him everywhere. Beto obliged, his hips moving with renewed vigor, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

Mom watched us, her eyes dark with desire, her hand moving between her legs, pleasuring herself as she watched her children fuck. The sight of her, her head thrown back, her lips parted, her body writhing, only served to heighten my own arousal. I could feel my orgasm building, my muscles tensing, my breath coming in short gasps.

Beto's body was slick with sweat, his muscles taut as he chased his own release. Our mother's moans filled the room, her body writhing on the bed as she pleasured herself, her eyes locked onto ours.

"Fuck, Lorena," Beto panted, his voice hoarse with desire. "I'm gonna come."

"Me too," I gasped, my eyes locked onto his. "Come with me, Beto. Let's come together."

He nodded, his hips moving faster, his cock pistoning in and out of me with increasing urgency.

I could feel my orgasm building, my muscles tensing, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I was close, so close.

"Oh god, Lorena," Mom panted, her eyes locked onto ours. "You two look so... so beautiful together."

Her words spurred us on, our bodies moving in perfect synchronization, our hands and mouths working together to bring each other to the brink of ecstasy. I could feel Beto's body tensing, his cock swelling inside me. He was close too.

"Come on, baby," I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire.

"Let's come together." Beto's eyes locked onto mine, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. With a final thrust, we both tumbled over the edge, our bodies convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over us. we cried out in unison, our voices filling the room as we rode out our orgasms together. Mom watched us, her eyes wide with amazement, her hand still moving between her legs, bringing herself to her own release.

As our bodies finally stilled, Beto and I collapsed onto the bed beside her, our chests heaving, our skin glistening with sweat.

For a moment, none of us spoke, the only sound in the room the soft rustle of sheets and the distant hum of the house. Then, Mom turned to face us, her eyes filled with a mix of wonder and trepidation.

"That was..." she began, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words. "That was incredible," she finally settled on, a small smile playing on her lips.

"I've never experienced anything like that before." We had given our mother an experience she would never forget, and we were both proud of ourselves.

"Glad you enjoyed it, Mom," I said, my voice still husky from our exertions. "We certainly did."

She laughed, a soft, melodic sound that filled the room with warmth. "I could tell," she teased, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You two were quite... enthusiastic."

Beto blushed, looking down at his lap, but I just grinned.

I loved seeing him squirm, especially when it was because of something I'd said or done. I reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, my fingers lingering on his cheek. His eyes met mine, and I could see the desire burning in them, even after our marathon session.

"We should do this everyday" Beto said in a impulse .

Mom laughed, "I don't think I could handle that every day, sweetheart. But I'm definitely up for more of this," she added, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

I grinned, "Well, we'll just have to find a balance then. Maybe we can make it a weekly thing?"

Mom considered this for a moment before nodding, "I think that sounds fair. But only if we can keep it our little secret."

Beto and I exchanged a glance, both of us knowing that keeping this a secret would be easier said than done.

Especially considering the fact that we lived under the same roof, and our mother was now an active participant in our extracurricular activities. But we were willing to give it a shot, for her sake and ours.

We put our clothes on and then rested, it was the last day before Dad returned from his business trip. It was a good last day.

The next day our father came back, and so Beto and I had sex again in secret. In secret, from my just... my father...

Sometimes we invite our mother to do it, but she still only wants to do it once a week... silly...

But we respected her wishes, and we made the most of our weekly rendezvous. One evening, as we lay in bed together, our bodies still tingling from our latest encounter, I decided to bring up a topic that had been weighing on my mind.

"Mom," I began, my voice soft and hesitant. "Can I ask you something?"

She looked at me, her eyes filled with curiosity. "Of course, sweetheart. What's on your mind?"

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before speaking. "Why did you wait so long to join us? I mean, we've been... together...

for months now, and you never showed any interest until that night. Why?"

Mom sighed, her eyes taking on a faraway look as she considered her response. "Well, Lorena, it's complicated. When I first noticed the... tension... between you and Beto, I was taken aback. I mean, you're siblings, and I never expected you to have feelings for each other."

She paused, her fingers tracing patterns on the sheet covering us. "At first, I thought it was just a phase, something you'd both grow out of.

I didn't want to interfere, didn't want to make things awkward between us. So, I chose to ignore it, hoping it would fade away on its own."

She looked at us, her expression softening. "But as time went on, I saw how happy you both were when you were together. You'd sneak glances at each other, share secret smiles, and I could see the love in your eyes. It was... beautiful, in a way.

And I realized that I couldn't stand in the way of your happiness anymore. That's when I decided to join you, to be a part of it."

Beto and I exchanged a glance, our hearts swelling with emotion. We had never considered that our mother might have been struggling with her own feelings and guilt.

“I'm glad you've joined us” Beto said to her , his voice filled with sincerity. “It means a lot to us.”

Mom smiled, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “It means a lot to me too, sweetheart. More than you know.”

I reached out, taking her hand in mine and giving it a squeeze. “We love you, Mom. No matter what happens, please remember that.”

She nodded, her throat working as she swallowed back her emotions. “I love you both too. More than anything.”

We fell silent for a moment, each of us lost in our own thoughts.

The sun streamed through the large bay window, casting a golden glow over the family living room. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and toast wafted through the air, mingling with the faint aroma of last night's perfume still lingering on our skin. I stretched languidly, my body deliciously sore from the night before, as I padded downstairs in search of caffeine.

Mom was already in the kitchen, her back to me as she poured two steaming mugs of coffee.

She was dressed in a simple robe, her long hair cascading down her back in loose waves. I leaned against the doorframe, watching her for a moment, admiring the way the sunlight caught the highlights in her hair.

"You're up early," she commented without turning around, as if sensing my presence. "Couldn't sleep?"

I pushed off from the doorframe and crossed the kitchen, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind. "Not really," I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her neck. "Too many exciting dreams."

She shivered, setting the coffeepot down with a soft thud.

"Is that so?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. I could feel her heart beating rapidly against my arm, her breath hitching as I trailed my fingers along her collarbone.

"Mm-hmm," I confirmed, my lips still pressed against her neck. "Want to hear about them?"

She nodded, her head tilting to the side to grant me better access. I smiled, my fingers tracing a path down her arm as I began to describe my dream.

"It started with us here, in this very kitchen," I said, my voice low and sultry.

"You were making breakfast, just like you are now. But then, I walked in, and you looked at me differently."

Mom's breath hitched, her body tensing slightly in my arms. "Differently, how?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

"Like you wanted me," I whispered, my fingers tracing circles on her stomach. "Like you couldn't resist me any longer."

I felt her shiver, her body pressing back against mine. "And what happened next?" she asked, her voice hoarse with desire.

I smiled, my lips curving against her neck.

"I called Beto and he fucked us as usual" I said.

Mom gasped, her body tensing at the mention of her son.

"And you liked it, didn't you?" I whispered, my fingers slipping beneath the hem of her robe, tracing the curve of her hip. "You liked having both of us, using us for your pleasure."

She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I did."

I could feel her heart racing, her body trembling with anticipation. I knew she wanted more, needed more. And I was more than happy to oblige.

"is that why you told dad about the cheating? So you could have time away from him to fuck your kids? To fuck me and your step-son?” I asked, my voice laced with a mixture of surprise and amusement. Mom turned around to face me, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling with a combination of embarrassment and excitement.

“Well, maybe,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I mean, it’s not like I planned it or anything. It just sort of... happened.”

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. “Just sort of happened, huh? Sounds like you’ve been thinking about it for a while.”

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Maybe I have."

“Beto!” I shouted from the kitchen, waiting and calling for him to come down from his room and come into the kitchen where I was waiting for him. I heard footsteps descending the stairs and then he come.

For mom surprisa, already naked and hard. "Did you two plan this?" She ask us

, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of amusement. Beto and I exchange a glance, both of us trying to suppress our laughter.

"No, Mom," I say, shaking my head. "It's just... morning wood, I guess."

She raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Morning wood, huh? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"

Beto blushes, looking down at his lap, but I just grin. "Something like that," I tease, my eyes locked onto hers.

And then we started fucking.

Right there in the kitchen, on the countertop, surrounded by the remnants of breakfast. Mom watched, her eyes wide with surprise and excitement, as Beto and I lost ourselves in each other. Her robe fell open, revealing her naked body beneath, and she began to touch herself, her fingers sliding between her legs as she watched us.

"God, you two are so fucking sexy," she panted, her eyes locked onto ours. "The way you move together, the way you touch each other...

it's like nothing I've ever seen before."

Beto and I were lost in our own world, our bodies moving in perfect synchronization, our hands and mouths working together to bring each other to the brink of ecstasy. The sound of our moans filled the kitchen, mingling with the soft rustle of Mom's robe as she touched herself, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Suddenly, Beto's body tensed, his cock swelling inside me. "Lorena," he panted, his voice hoarse with desire.



I could feel it too, the building pressure in my core, the tightening of my muscles. I was right there with him, ready to tumble over the edge.

"Come with me, Beto," I gasped, my fingers digging into his back. I could feel the pleasure building, the waves crashing over me, pulling me under.

Beto's body tensed, his cock pulsing inside me as he came undone. I cried out, my own orgasm ripping through me, my body convulsing as I rode out the intense waves of pleasure.

Mom watched us, her eyes wide with amazement, her hand still moving between her legs. "That was... that was incredible," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Beto and I collapsed against each other, our chests heaving, our skin slick with sweat. I could feel his heart pounding in time with mine, our bodies still connected, still trembling with the aftermath of our shared release.

I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his, and I could see the love and devotion shining back at me. I smiled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips.

"Good morning," I whispered, my voice still husky from our exertions.

Beto grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Good morning indeed," he replied, his voice equally soft.

We stayed like that for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the glow of our lovemaking. But eventually, reality began to intrude, and I remembered that we weren't alone.

I glanced over at Mom, who was still watching us, her eyes filled with a mix of awe and hunger. She had stopped touching herself, but her hand was still resting between her legs, her fingers glistening with her arousal.

"Mom," I said, my voice soft but firm. "Wanna join us?"



I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Beto's eyes flicked to Mom, then back to me, a question in them. I nodded imperceptibly, letting him know it was okay.

Mom hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting between us. Then, she seemed to make up her mind. She stepped closer, her robe falling open completely, revealing her naked body. She was a vision, her curves accentuated by the soft morning light streaming in through the window.

"Only if you promise to go easy on me," she said, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

And then we started

fucking again.

This time, it was different. Slower, more intimate. Beto and I took turns exploring Mom's body, our hands and mouths leaving trails of fire wherever they touched. She moaned softly, her body arching into ours, her fingers tangling in our hair.

"God, you two are amazing," she panted, her eyes fluttering closed as Beto's tongue found that sweet spot between her legs. "No one has ever made me feel like this before."

I smiled, my fingers tracing a path up her stomach, cupping her breast.

"That's because no one else knows you like we do, Mom," I whispered, my thumb brushing against her nipple. She shivered, her breath hitching in her throat.

Beto looked up from between her legs, his eyes dark with desire. "She's right, Mom," he said, his voice low and husky. "We know every inch of your body, every sound you make, every place that makes you squirm."

He sat up, his fingers replacing his tongue, stroking her slowly, deliberately. Mom's hips bucked, her body seeking more friction.

"Please," she begged, her voice ragged with need. "More."

Beto and I exchanged a look, a silent conversation passing between us. We wanted to draw this out, to make it last, but we also wanted to give her what she needed.

I climbed onto the counter beside her, straddling her chest. "How about this, Mom?" I asked, guiding her head towards my center. She opened her mouth willingly, her tongue flicking out to taste me.

Meanwhile, Beto positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips.

I could feel his hardness pressing against my ass, and I knew he was just as eager as I was. I reached back, guiding him to my entrance, and he slid inside me with ease.

Mom moaned around my clit, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body. I gasped, my fingers tangling in her hair, holding her in place. Beto began to move, his hips thrusting in time with Mom's sucking, creating a delicious rhythm that had me teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

"Fuck, that feels good," I panted, my head thrown back, my eyes closed.

I could feel every inch of Beto's cock as he moved in and out of me, his pace steady and sure. Mom's tongue was magic, swirling and flicking, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

Suddenly, Beto's hands tightened on my hips, his movements becoming more urgent. "I'm close, Lorena," he grunted, his voice strained with effort.

I opened my eyes, looking down at Mom, her mouth still working feverishly between my legs. "Me too," I gasped, my fingers still tangled in her hair.

"Don't stop, Mom. Please don't stop."

She moaned again, the vibrations pushing me even closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure in my core growing with each passing second. Beto's grip on my hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more insistent.

"Together," he panted, his voice ragged with desire. "Come with me, Lorena."

I nodded, my eyes locked onto his, my body tensing in anticipation. "Yes," I hissed.

"Together."

Mom must have sensed our impending release, because she redoubled her efforts, her tongue and fingers working in tandem to push me over the edge. I cried out, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Beto's grip on my hips tightened, his cock pulsing inside me as he came undone, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

As we rode out the final waves of our orgasms, Mom pulled away, her breath coming in short gasps. She looked up at us, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and wonder.

"That was...

incredible," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never felt anything like that before."

Beto and I collapsed against each other, our bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of our shared release. I looked down at Mom, her eyes glazed over with pleasure, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

"Mom," I said, my voice soft and gentle. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "More than okay," she replied, her voice hoarse.

"I feel... alive. Like I've been asleep my whole life and you two just woke me up."

Beto chuckled, his fingers tracing patterns on my back. "Well, we aim to please," he said, his voice still heavy with satisfaction.

Mom laughed, a sound that was equal parts joy and disbelief. "Mission accomplished," she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

I shifted off of Mom, allowing Beto to slide out of me. We both helped her up from the counter, wrapping our arms around her as we led her upstairs to her bedroom.

Where we do the same thing over and over.

Ever since my mother separated from my father, it's been like this. We never stopped fucking, every day, sometimes more than once a day.

Beto and I always fucked more than her, of course, but we still fucked her. I fuck my mother and my little brother, and that turns me on.

I can't help it. They're both so damn sexy, and the way they look at me, like they want to devour me, it drives me wild. I've never felt this kind of passion, this kind of intensity, with anyone else. It's like we're all addicted to each other, unable to get enough.

But as much as I love fucking them, I also love the moments in between. The lazy mornings spent in bed, our limbs entwined, our bodies still buzzing from the night before. Mom also likes it when we cuddle, when we hold her and tell her how beautiful she is, how much we appreciate her. She's never had that before, not with my father, not with anyone. And it shows. She blooms under our attention, her confidence growing with each passing day.

I love fuck my mom...

I love to fuck my lil bro.

I love to fuck my mom. I love to fuck them together. I love to watch them fuck each other. I love to watch them fuck me. I love to watch them fuck each other while I'm fucking them. I love to watch them fuck each other while I'm fucking myself. I love to watch them fuck each other while I'm watching them fuck each other. I love to watch them fuck each other while I'm watching them fuck each other while I'm fucking myself.

I love to watch them fuck each other while I'm watching them fuck each other while I'm fucking myself while I'm watching them fuck each other. I love to watch them fuck each other while I'm watching them fuck each other while I'm fucking myself while I'm watching them fuck each other while I'm fucking myself while I'm watching them fuck each other.

Lorena mind was never the same again... she was lost and completely addicted.