The Attic

the attic

My parents separated when I was 5, then we went to live in house of our grandmother, who by then already had a new partner and whose relationship, my mother had 3 half brothers, two men and a woman.

The house was located on the fifth a popular neighborhood, it was not very large, had 2 bedrooms, dining room, a very comfortable bathroom, a courtyard with a large and ancient solar pipe; this yard had a small bathroom, where only we used the health situations emergency, the shower space was occupied by a large basket where we threw the laundry.

Above that bathroom had an attic that had no door or stairs, we used deposit, mostly the things used at Christmas, had a Murphy bed and Chaide Chaide, a stool and a beach umbrella with its own bucket; to get up there, we had to use a ladder painter, that we placed in the court against the bathroom wall.

Finally on the opposite side of the courtyard was the kitchen.

Since we already spend my young age I realized that my aunt did not want us, as the years passed I could tell she felt displaced; to stay in that house, she had to move to the room of his brothers; Aunt had lost certain amenities and status “Princess” was over.

The room of the house was his domain, we could not touch the stereo, turn on the TV, let alone play the piano it was his worship, she practiced often and did very well.

The years passed, I grew up with all those limitations that created in me a sense of insecurity; in the state school where I studied, I mingled with people of all kinds and the lower class abounded.

When I turned 12 my colleagues and especially the most uninhibited, they played openly and bluntly own issues of sexual arousal; It made me vergü embarrassment and chose to remain silent.

The first stories appeared, stole some of his brothers magazines as Playboy, Hustler and Pingü ino; who he had his pants down to show how much hair had appeared to them, if they had grown its member; others told if they had wet dreams and the most experienced boasted of knowing what was ejaculating.

No shortage of those taking advantage of the hours of recreation, met in secret in the same room, closed the door and masturbated competing to show who came first or who did more abundantly. I got to surprise them once and I was stunned.

This concern was keeping me and involuntarily took her home with me; there, the ogre of my aunt took me out of my abstraction with a different claim every day; if it was not for me, it was for one of my brothers and that was a declaration of war, I hated it.

On weekends, she used to take for long hours in the room, the dining room and the back yard; cleanliness was an excellent reason to keep us: out in the fifth, in the backyard, or bored in our room

. Aunt had a body very well kept, she liked to wax the floor by hand and then polished for not using the machine; she preferred to do it with his feet, with banners that acondicionaba cases as if they were their slippers; that routine allowed him to have a very sexy legs, no sagging.

For that time I began to have erotic dreams and sometimes coincided with one of those days cleaning the house; while eating breakfast my aunt who was beginning to gather some of his vessels, tuned a radio station; then he repaired on your clothes, tight shorts, well pegadito pole evidencing fitness that she had; I was intrigued to know if her nipples were the same as those he had seen in Playboy that they shared in the classroom.

The antipathy to my aunt and the rough affairs of my companions were mixing very subtly and in my thoughts I made a victim of my desire to be disrespectful to those who do not respect us, it seemed to me to be spoiled with her, but the truth is that I I feared it had a very strong character.

Once, after I had stopped for more than two hours the entrance to the house, that I “will not stain the floor wax”, I decided to do something bold as I could get; I felt like I would feel compensated.

I used to, like all my friends in the neighborhood, a comprehensive sports wear short, nothing set. Back in the house, I went to the small bathroom was in the yard and I pulled my underwear, put in the basket of dirty clothes and put on my short again, immediately afterwards I went out to give the match to my aunt.

She almost got ready for bathing, she returned to her some of the chairs were moved during the waxed floor instead, I offered to help her and she accepted; for a change, while putting in place the chairs in the dining room from her without looking at me, gave me a new reproach, “Look mark those fingers on the couch, you do that every time they return to play on the street and go rubbing on furniture “.

Without her to see me and protest against this injustice, I slid my shorts down and I let out my spirited snake; deep inside me, I thought “take this, to me rightly demand it!”; she did not even notice my audacity, I for my part I felt vindicated, but the truth is that he also left me very excited; I moved a chair to another, trying to cover my erection, she spent more than once beside me and did not even notice.

When I finished with chairs, I went to my room somewhat embarrassed; It was still unknown feeling for me, I looked at my shorts inside, it was damp, had a slimy appearance and exuded a peculiar odor, something smells like bleach.

From that day, I found a fondness for walking alone in increasingly short weekend it was, I liked that feeling of doing something forbidden in the face of my aunt and that she had no idea of ??my revenge.

My boldness was growing older, I sat in the dining room pretending to do my homework, while she was cooking something very close to the machine; I separated my knees and picked up my shorts to my crotch, then there under the table, a caterpillar rookie is quickly transformed into a viper coming out to see my aunt who was still concentrating on her sewing.

She had no idea of ??my feat; mine was a mixture of satisfaction and fear about the possible arrival of another person in the room.

Any other time, showing my nerve, and gulped I approached her as she could wearing the up short in an attitude of giving with my bare saber a stab in the buttocks, emulating the matador facing a bull .

The time passed and came a month of December, I was 13 and that aunt was about to turn 24; It happened at home, my mother and grandmother had to go find a midwife to accompany each other in various steps.

The thing would require a long time because buses were mobilized in several places and end up with Bingo house gossip.

Before leaving, the grandmother who exclaims:

“Black, to see if they are given time to make things attic Christmas”, which immediately accepted my aunt.

Like every Saturday at home, the aunt wore a light blue short that matched one pole of the same color; I was in mine, to my work of the College and from the dining room from time to time, gave a glimpse of the sullen my aunt, obviously being summer I also wore one of my favorite shorts, long baggy.

At some point I got out of my room in the kitchen for chopping, pencils with which to a drawing sheet. Some time had passed before heading to the bathroom and being without underwear, he had done to one of my aunt classical past with which I was satisfied.

I returned from the kitchen with my crayons ready to return to my job, when suddenly the aunt who comes to me and tells me:

“We go to court to get things birth!” I did not hit upon anything; she was almost on my shoulder pointing at me the way to the attic, I headed over there now and my aunt came after me.

That tank was accessible only by a ladder painter and aunt definitely would not be the first to rise, since she would not give me any chance to stay down looking legs on the stairs; I was then already discovered, I would be the first to climb those stairs and she notary then I was not wearing underwear.

I began to climb, she fell down making sure that the ladder does not slip, took me forever to this escalation, I tried to gather my knees as I could and so, gradually reached the edge of the attic.

I had no other, must be separated from the ladder and that meant extending my leg to reach the attic; at that moment I felt a chill between my legs and my primariosa anaconda was compressed to a minimum, I was scared.

Already in the attic, feeling the movement that my aunt was with the ladder when climbing, nervous attitude I pretended to look around the room; suddenly his head appeared in the doorway, then saw his hand appear; I did not want to see his expression ogre to the lecture, so I pretended to look in the opposite sense threshold.

I felt his footsteps in the attic, my eyes half closed only waited as awaits the prisoner on death row, then she said: “How gadget is here,” I opened my eyes and relieved replied simply “Yes”.

She went to the back of the attic where they were Christmas items, next was the bench which he covered with the scarf she wore, sat on it and began to open bags with the play of light; “You put to gather the decoration for the crib and the hill,” he said.

As I stood each of the bags, she connected the lights electrical outlets to change the burnt light bulbs, suddenly said, “Look, how you clothes!” I just noticed how dusty it was the place, had whitish shorts and knee.

“Shake,” he said, instinctively I did with my hands and things did not change much because my hands were also taken from the dust, then she got up from his chair, pulled the scarf and I reach it; I did what I could, things improved very little, which, she said:

“Your short is still dirty, and start disease,” then, without saying a word and without leaving the bench took my scarf and frowning began to shake with some rudeness, I was holding the sleeve of my pole, so he could turn around and whip my buttocks for a moment that made me very nervous.

Then I turn again now had it before me; his head slightly reclined, like making sure I had removed all the dust of my legs; then the unbelievable happened from their position and trying to finish by cleaning, took a careful breath under my short, there in the groin, that caused my incipient vellitos stand on end taste and I did not know what to do.

He looked into my eyes and said, “Do not you put underwear, no?”, I was cold, alone I managed to move my head, like rejecting its complaint, I was speechless

<.p> She held me back my sleeve polo and I turn again in opposite sense, was now behind me; still hold me, she shook my buttocks again with some toughness, impact on each scarf against my buttocks that she made me a different question:

“Why are you dressed like that?” And zaaaas a pañuelazo

“Why are you spoiled?” And zaaas another pañuelazo

“Like you show off?” Zaaas, another one

“Who taught you to do that?” Zaaas the last.

Then he stopped and still holding sleeve, he turned to her, the scarf became provocatively my thighs and leaned slightly to go for my knees; to do his lips began to breathe provocatively between my legs, with the difference that this time my aunt touched his nose against the bulge that had risen there, he paused and inhaled from the smell.

“Something smells here, what is it?” I asked without departing from there and looking into my eyes; I was petrified.

There was no response, she smiled, finally let go of my sleeve and I raise my other short little then happened what I never could have imagined, she pulled slightly tongue and licked my balls rhythmically, that drove me crazy, I despaired.

He licked another bit more, from time to time I looked, to see my reaction, then he slid my shorts down and left me alone the pole position; she exclaimed, “you are growing hairs, which are rich” I was tremendously excited; watching me, his tongue ran my thighs, my testicles and from there, as if it were ice cream, came to the head where he had a lot of moisture, including, she noticing a thick drop fell slowly, opened his mouth, extended his tongue and he received before it fell to the ground.

Then he took that drop to the head of my cock and asked “Are you masturbate?” Shook my head negatively, Ever have you done? He insisted, “never”, I answered.

“At your age the kids are beginning to do so,” he said, “I know,” I replied, “I have seen as some boys in my classroom”.

“And you, because you have not imitated then,” I asked, “is that I fear and vergü embarrassment,” I replied, “? Fear” she asked.

“If I get vergü embarrassment ask and therefore, I stay with the fear that I will leave blood if I do,” she laughed and said, “Silly, by masturbating you will not leave blood, look , I’ll show ‘.

Then she peeled my cock very gently for a few moments, he asked, did you liked ?, “yeah,” I replied, what you came out blood? “No,” I answer again.

He stared at me and insisted, “will not you do it by yourself?” I did not answer, I just froze, then she said, “look, we women also masturbate and so we no blood; if I teach you how to do it, will you let me see how you do it, “I shook my head in acceptance

She then his shorts pulled, he was in his underwear for a moment, moved into a totally erotic way, he put his hand inside her underwear and in a more evident way introduced the middle finger inside her vulva.

He closed his eyes slightly, extended his hand to me and let me smell of that naughty finger, “do you like the smell?” he asked, “if” nodded I.

As I said, her bra and panties pulled; I did smell it and as I did I could see a mucus that had formed in his trousers, she had a delicious smell and I had never noticed before.

I also could see that her breasts were as beautiful as those I had seen in Penthouse, with the difference that the nipples of my aunt had a huge halos.

Saw he admired the way my aunt’s fingers played between her legs, first the index, middle finger and then finally the ring finger; all of them coming in and out of that delicious corner; “Would you like my vellitos it” he asked, “Sure,” I said immediately, “I shaved a little” confessed; she suddenly turned to me and said, “And your’m waiting to masturbate for me!”.

Then I began a ritual I had ever experienced; wield my cock and peeled again and again, he was lubricadísimo as it had never been, it was a delicious feeling I had never experienced; watch while my aunt was fiddling that way a show by other lustful.

She looked up at me and said, “that you do is delicious, but stop for a moment,” It took me do it, it was as if my hand had been possessed, could not stop !!.

As I did so, she took my hair and turned my head to his legs, they were totally mellow, first was my nose, then my lips and finally was my language, they all enjoyed the delicious feast, but it was that last in charge of quench the thirst I had my aunt.

She moaned with pleasure, I repeated again and again, “So, so, put all your tongue as if you were a dog, you’re my dog ??now, lick me nonstop,” and referring to my licks, he said, “I love the noise it makes, I love; your tongue does wonders in my pussy, I love you “” Sure, “I answered

“I’m behaving badly,” he said, “no”, I immediately replied, then she surprised me, “punish me now,” he said; He rose from the bench but not before giving me a delicious blowjob, “these calmer already?” I asked, to which I nodded.

Then put both hands sobe the bank and offered me his buttocks, “Lamelas!” He told me, was totally impossible to despise offering.

I started licking her and as she did, she would say. “Punish me with the scarf,” he wields and began to imitate what she had done to me, my aunt enjoyed feeling those sharp stripes bandanna on his buttocks

Among complaints and noise, she reached to whisper: “lick me again,” and then demanded: “Lick my ass, my ass!” Then, my tongue went over and over in that little hole, causing incredible moans in my aunt She glowed with pleasure.

After a while to enjoy my anxious and debutante language, my aunt took a short break, turned around and asked me, “Do you like my tits?”, Of course, replied, “Would you like to suck them?” He asked again without waiting for a response and had her huge nipples in front of my nose.

“Muérdelos a little,” he asked me, which I did very inch, but not before kissing for a moment; lick those toes was a delight, I felt that it was a delicious dream, was completely wet, the attic had these once very different impregnating smell which we found to get there.

While I was sucking her tits, she still sitting on his bench, he grabbed my cock from time to time and stroked, later understood that my aunt was dosing the intensity of my pleasure to take me to the point that she felt sated.

“I think we’re ready,” he said, then with both hands brought me all the way to her, and exchanged positions, I sat on the bench and she settled for a few on my legs, “do not be anxious, just relax because you’re going to penetrate; you’ll like, just relax, “he said.

I kept licking her nipples and she jerked toward fingers searching my cock will connect when it came, she paused, looked me in the eye and said, “it is already there, just get used to the heat, your thingy going to move forward little by little, do not worry “

So it was, it was inside her and my aunt got up and slowly sat down, a rate that increased speed gradually, almost unnoticed; After a while she rode me faster and I enjoyed a good time, he paused for a moment, whispering wondering, are you okay ?, if you feel a very pleasant hincó ncito, let me know right away, eh ?, “good” I replied.

She kept riding me for a while, listening to his moaning and swearing prey to lust uttered that excited me more and more, “is not yet, not yet,” I said aloud; suddenly pulled away and placed in front of the bank, there almost under her buttocks, beach bucket we kept in the attic.

He climbed again, shook like crazy on his ride; screamed and clung to my thick hair, suddenly she gave a terrible cry, he pulled away from me and placed his buttocks above that bucket.

What followed was amazing, she said, “look, that rich!” I started masturbating frantically biting her breasts, then he came what I least expected; He separated her tits in my mouth and scream “look, look!” again; immediately came a discharge of your urine which apparently increased the pleasure in it; It was a sight to see as prey to an emotion was shaking I had ever seen.

His hands even with my cock piss went, it was as if possessed, he masturbated me for a moment and then went on to mamármela; I looked from time to time and I was wondering, did you ?, and? Do you feel something

I, between excited and ecstatic about the show, I felt like drunk; that suddenly arrived, it was an indescribable feeling, became like knot between my balls and that shook me completely, instinctively groaned and she noticed.

“It’s coming, it’s coming,” he said, kneeling in front of me and gave me a peladita over a rushing stream out of me for the first time and she wanted to meet him with his mouth, was simply delicious.

After that volcanic event, we were silent; my aunt made me promise to never tell anyone, she said she would do the same.

The relationship between us improved somewhat, but always appeared tantrums at home; while an airman girlfriend was and fell in love, which made her forget that encounter in the attic