The Sister's Revenge

The story begins 15 years ago. I met Elena in elementary school. We immediately became inseparable. Many things united us: common interests, common friends, same class, same neighborhood. And most importantly, we were both tomboys, AND ugly ducklings.

In high school, our friendship grew and was tested by many situations. We reached the point of living at each other's houses, not even sleep could separate us. We continued to be the same wild girls we were before, with one difference: Elena liked boys. And one problem: her older sister, Evie. Every time Elena liked a boy, Evie made sure to find out (what can't you hear behind closed doors in the same house) and somehow "get together" with him. Don't think Evie was some kind of man-eater. Short and skinny, she exuded an air of both slut and innocence and constantly gave you the impression of a helpless baby asking for protection. As she confessed to me later, she "got off" on taking her sister's boyfriends, it boosted her ego. Elena was desperate. I didn't understand her.

I left that situation behind me at 17 and went away to study. I came back for the first time at 20. I found Elena as I had left her, Evie looking even more helpless and innocent, and the situation between them worse than ever. Elena had fallen in love a year ago with Andreas, a swimmer with gorgeous eyes, a perfect body, and an excellent ass. Evie had "gotten together" with him 9 months ago.

Something that had changed, however, was me. My curly hair had for the first time formed blonde-chestnut curls down to my waist, my constant exercise had gifted me a slender waist and beautiful legs, and most importantly, my way of dressing showed all that and in no way resembled the Yolanda who had left 3 years ago. I had a summer ahead of me to see my friend again.

I never liked Andreas. He was selfish, a show-off, thought he was God's gift to women. I watched Elena melt every night she saw him and wondered what she saw in him. Many times she told me she knew she would never have him, but she wanted her sister to feel at least once the way she made her feel. Until one night, half-drunk, she told me straight out. "I want you to do me a favor, I know you'll get angry, but I want it. I've lost Andreas and I know it, but I want Evie to feel what it's like and for this torture to stop." "I didn't catch exactly what you want me to do." Elena smiled with the devilish smile that followed the mischief of our childhood years: "As if you didn't catch it."

I never managed to resist that smile. "Let's say I understood and that I'm not crazy with what I'm hearing. Andreas is with Evie, what am I supposed to do, throw myself at him?" The smile grew bigger. "I think you don't have a grasp of reality, baby, you never did. Just say yes." The conversation ended there.

The next weekend we had organized an outing with our group. Eight people with our tents in an idyllic location: at the edge of a cliff. Next to us, a path led to the most wonderfully virgin beach I had ever seen.

For the first time, I was observing Andreas. He was looking at me in a way that made me feel uncomfortable, he touched me accidentally and the application of sunscreen evolved into a ritualistic massage when he touched me. I saw his swimsuit bulge just from him looking at me and wondered why I, the idiot, hadn't understood anything. The issue was what I would do now. I decided to wait for the first move and… whatever happens, happens.

Which move didn't take long to happen. That same evening the classic "game" of such outings was played (at least ours). From very early on, the abundant consumption of everything alcoholic (and not only) and the profound conversation started. One after the other, we surrendered our weapons. First to leave was Evie. The last ones remaining were the three of us: Andreas, Elena, Yolanda.

The truth is I chickened out, I chickened out incredibly. I was ready to disappear into the tent when Evie looked at me smiling and announced she was going to sleep. I never managed to resist that smile…

The atmosphere became so suffocating you thought you could cut it with a knife. "Shall we go to the beach?" I didn't even recognize my own voice when I whispered yes.

We lay on our backs and started talking about this and that. My awkwardness obvious, but my fear even greater. I almost started trembling when he said, "you have the tightest muscles I've ever seen. Turn over, let me give you a little massage."

I couldn't believe it. I was in the middle of nowhere, lying face down with a man kneeling over me giving me a massage. A man I didn't know until yesterday, a man I didn't even like. But what I couldn't believe at all was that I liked what he was doing to me. He started strongly, without a trace of romance, grabbing and relaxing my muscles. He worked on the muscles of my legs for a long time, passed over the "critical" area and started working on my back and arms. He continued for quite a while without making any other move, and just when I started to think I had probably made a mistake, he changed tactics. His movements became slow, his touch stopped hurting me, it had turned into a caress. I felt his fingertips exploring my back, my nipples hardening to the point of pain and my pussy getting wet to an incredible degree and I wanted to scream. A specific spot low on my back is so sensitive that every time he touched it, electricity shot through me (and he didn't fail to do it constantly).

"You know, usually in sex I always take and get bored when I give. But the way your body is reacting has turned me on incredibly." With these words, he filled his palms with coarse sand and with it began to caress my sensitive spots. My lower back, my neck. When he turned me over on my back and suddenly cupped my breasts, I thought I would die from the pain, a pain I liked like nothing else. He played with my nipples slowly, when he pulled them sharply I felt ultimate arousal. I knew the reasons that led me there weren't the best but I was enjoying it like nothing else.

"I'll only go further if you want it, baby." I looked at him with my most devilish smile and cupped the very obvious bulge in his swimsuit. "I think that's not an option."

I stood in front of him and slowly removed my tiny swimsuit. He jumped to his feet, kissing and groping me wherever he could reach like a madman. I gently pushed him to lie back down and wanted to reciprocate the previous massage. "Touch me baby, take me in your hands, play with my dick, do something damn it, don't torture me any longer." Now I had a problem. I had no idea how to hold him or what to do to please him or at least not hurt him. I cautiously looked at his erect penis, which was magnificent. Long, pink with a red, beautiful glans. Perfect! Completely instinctively, I put my tongue on the glans and gently played with it. His moan let me understand that I was doing well, and I proceeded. Slowly but steadily, I began to move my tongue up and down, enjoying the sensation of his skin that tingled, the spasms of his dick when I touched it in certain spots, and his moans. He shouted and groaned like a wild animal, and when I finally put his entire penis in my mouth, I stopped immediately because from his moans, I thought he would come any moment.

"No, baby, no, my turn-on, don't stop, don't stop, damn it." I abruptly put his penis back in my mouth, felt the glans at my throat, and started to swallow. I returned to the glans, played with it using my lips, and repeated the same process while Andreas had definitely awakened the entire group with his shouts. He finished amid groans, and I swallowed his cream down to the last drop.

And, of course... he stayed hard. Without stopping at all, he grabbed me in the most violent way and threw me onto my back. He played with my clitoris for a very short time, just long enough for him to put on a condom (which he found right where we were...), and entered me so abruptly that my breath was taken away. The pain I felt was unprecedented; for a moment, everything went black, and I felt nothing. He stayed inside me motionless for a few minutes, holding me embraced until I got used to him. He held me and kissed me in such a way that I couldn't believe that someone who hugs you so tenderly could cause such pain. He kept looking into my eyes and started moving gently until he saw on my face that I no longer felt pain. It had disappeared, and the only thing left was my desire. My desire to feel him moving, hard, wildly, to feel him hitting me. My desire for him to continue fucking me until I would faint from exhaustion. I started to moan this time and beg him in a hoarse voice never to stop. When he abruptly turned me around and reversed our roles by putting me on top, I began to lose control of my body, to bounce, to feel waves shaking my body, and to scream with passion in a voice so hoarse you wouldn't recognize it as my own. The sensation of my pussy opening and closing on Andreas's dick made him follow me. I felt his dick trembling inside me; I truly felt him coming, and immediately his spasms were transmitted like a chain reaction to my pussy, giving me yet another orgasm that I will never forget.

I fell almost fainting onto him, feeling as if my legs wouldn't hold me. He hugged me tightly with such tenderness that I will never forget it and stayed with his face in my hair to rest.

"Are you sure you don't want to tell me something?" I raised my eyebrow in puzzlement. "You almost fainted from the pain, and now you're covered in blood. Obviously, you were a virgin, and it's impossible that you went with me out of revenge; you want me too, tell me damn it." I went into the sea to wash without answering.

The next day, Andreas announced to Eva that he was in love with me, Eva told me that she hates me, and Elena looked at me with that smile that could no longer affect me.