Cumandá knit her medium-thick natural eyebrows while she swallowed a bite of stuffed avocado. She was still trying to decide if he had been intentionally goosing her rear end in the elevator, or if it was just another consequence of the stupid muchacho’s tricks with the lift controls. “‘Jandro has never messed with me before,” she thought finally, as she believed the innocent look on his handsome manly face. After dabbing a napkin to her lips, she laid it on the tablecloth and answered, “Sure, why not?”
As they walked to the outside dance floor, Cumandá asked, “Why aren’t you here and dancing with Ana Diego, ‘Jandro? Surely you would enjoy that more than waltzing around your baby sister?”
Alejandro snorted, “Her parents took her with them when they moved back to Lima.” He made an exaggerated sad-face and added, “So, I am all alone in the world again… until I find another girlfriend! But, I could pry into your affairs, too. Why is my beautiful sister spending Carnival night with her parents and brother instead of in the arms of a dashing young man?” He paused, then swept her into a closed dance embrace and concluded, as he turned her lightly about, “Come to think of it, you are with ‘a dashing young man,’ aren’t you?”
Cumandá struggled, but only a little, as Alejandro’s proximity warmed her face and heart. She felt oddly flustered. He overcame her resistance with strong coiling arms and compressed her chest to his more tightly than the fox-trot required. She felt a familiar sensual queasiness in her tummy and reflexively clutched his back even as she replied, “Yes, but don’t forget, you are my brother and I am not a girlfriend.”
Alejandro grinned past Cumandá’s ear. Remembering how it had been due to his brotherly station that he earlier had innocently and fortuitously found himself in the hall outside her bedroom’s partly open door just as she was dressing, he lasciviously thought, “We live in the same house. That’s better than a girlfriend.” Aloud, he buzzed in her ear, “Oh absolutely, mijita! I am your big brother…”
The dance beat slowed, but Alejandro’s momentum did not. Drawing Cumandá as close as possible, he bent their extended arms upward and cupped her right shoulder with her own sandwiched hand. His right hand firmly guided her in a revolving hug while he deliberately wedged his right knee as deep between her legs as her ball gown’s front bow allowed. Her pulse quickened and she breathed only reluctantly as a unity she had never known consumed her consciousness.
Weakly, Cumandá protested, “‘Jandro, I feel… light-headed. Don’t let me fall in front of everyone… please. Perhaps we should stop.”
Instead of stopping, however, Alejandro slowly maneuvered his sister toward a dark corner. “No hay de que, mijita,” answered huskily. “I’ll hold you up. Just hang on to me.” The music was a virtual memory in her mind as she swayed gently in his grasp, hidden from the dance crowd by two large potted palm trees. Continuing forward into deeper shadow, he pinned her to the terrace wall as he brought his right hand from her bare back to her chin then squared her up-tilted cupid’s-bow lips to his.
“The best cure that I know for light-headedness is mouth-to-mouth resuscitation,” Alejandro said, sotto voce. Without waiting for agreement or permission, he kissed Cumandá and prised her teeth apart with his tongue. As he breathed gently into her open airway, she responded with more hunger than he was immediately prepared for. She pushed her own tongue past his gums, swabbed his palate and gnawed his lips.
Alejandro took full advantage of Cumandá’s eagerness. He let go her jaw and used both hands to fold her strapless top to her waist-sash. As her coconuts burst from gold lamé husks, he supported their weight in his palms while he indented her stiffened nipples back onto their dark areolae with his thumbs. She inhaled deeply through her nose and feasted more voraciously in his mouth as shocking bolts fired from her chest to her coño.
Breaking their kiss, Alejandro raised up Cumandá’s breasts as if on a salver and lowered his face to meet them. First left, then right, he popped the plumped blackberries into his mouth and drew hard upon the taut rubbery nubs alternately before settling to suckle the one closest to her heart. She collapsed her hands behind his head, laced her fingers into his hair and cradled him instinctively. As pressure built within her, she moaned, “Oh, ‘Jandro! No! Oh! Yes! Ohhhh! Don’t, no… I mean, No! Don’t stop!”
Cumandá’s mind may have been confused, but her body was bent on a single joyous purpose. Alejandro’s palping hands and torturing tongue twisted her spigots to full on. Her thighs squished as her lubricating pussy abundantly watered them through her tap pants. She sucked on her upper lip and rolled her eyes behind closed lids while a wave she only ever felt when she played with El Hombre crashed inside her heaving torso.
Abruptly, Alejandro abandoned Cumandá’s slobbered boob and growled, “Eso te gusta, ¿Eh? I’m glad for that mejita, but now it is your turn to suck me!” Pressing down on her bared shoulders, he forced his sister to kneel before his bulging crotch, then continued, while he unzipped his tuxedo trousers, “¡Mi carajo! Pull out my cock! Quick!”
Cumandá could not believe her ears. Agog, she wondered, “What does he mean? How can he say such a thing?” She could not deny her eyes, however, as Alejandro impatiently did the work for her and his fat bone’s engorged knob bobbed in front of her nose. She was sure that she did not mean to open her mouth, but her dismay required it. Before she knew it he had her head pushed to his groin and his thick heavy penis throbbed on her tongue.