Confession of a meddlesome sister

The phone buzzed in my hands, startling me. “Show me something else”, Mateo demanded confidently. Innocent as I am, I was unsure how to proceed, so I stalled for time. “Like what?” I asked naïvely, not sure what I was expecting in reply. It didn’t really matter, because Mateo didn’t waste any time. “Your pussy”, he simply demanded. I felt my heart skip a beat. “No way!”, I replied instantly. I could never send a guy a photo of my pussy. I’m not that kind of girl, and I don’t need that reputation.

“I’ll send you something good in return, Luciana”, he promised. I quickly repeated my refusal, but right before I hit send, it hit me. “Luciana…” I whispered breathlessly, repeating Mateo’s words. For all he knew, that was who he was talking to. It wasn’t my reputation on the line, it was my high-and-mighty sister’s. My heart started to beat faster as my mouth must have twisted into an evil grin; if I had a moustache I would have twirled it as I considered the possibility. I still heard the distant sound of water pouring from of the shower in the bathroom next door. I figured I had some time to play the part of Luciana.

I quickly pulled my jeans and panties down to my ankles, and was faced with a dilemma. Let me tell you, because it was quite surprising to me at the time, that taking a flattering picture of your girly bits by yourself is much more difficult than it sounds. If you don’t believe me, I suggest you try it for yourself, and come back to my story once you’re convinced. To fulfill the request, I had to take off my jeans and panties completely. I sat down on the floor in front of my sister’s mirror, leaning back against her bed, as I spread my legs wide to reveal my pink slit. I used my fingers to spread myself open. Feeling exposed and self-conscious, I quickly photographed myself through the mirror, then put my panties and jeans back on (if anyone had caught me before then, I would have died from acute embarrassment).

I drew a deep breath, and examined the result. In all honesty, I was quite pleased with how I looked, and I already started to wonder if Mateo would agree, feeling irrationally eager to earn his approval. My face was hidden out of frame, and after checking that there were no obvious birthmarks or other points of identification to betray me, I put my fate in the hands of the internet gods, and tapped “Send”. I held my breath as I stared at the screen, waiting for his reply. Would he like it? Would he start to laugh at me? Would he know it wasn’t her?

It must have been only a minute but it felt like an hour to me, until I got the message. “New picture from Mateo. Tap to view.” I hesitated for a second, then tapped anxiously, and my mouth fell open as I stared in awe at the chiseled body in front of me. Mateo was still sitting in his chair, the camera a little further away this time, giving me a wider view of his sexy body. Just barely in frame was that dazzling hint of a smile, then below the muscular arms and chest, but the attention-grabbing centerpiece of the photo was his manhood, long and straight, standing up proudly, casting a delicate shadow against his chiseled abs.

My god, it was glorious. I could barely believe my eyes. I mean, I’m not naïeve. I’ve seen pictures before, and I have fantasized more than I care to admit here, but what I saw now surpassed my wildest dreams. My eyes followed Mateo’s forearm, his hand, the graceful fingers loosely wrapped around the base of the thick shaft, smooth skin with subtle veins running up the sides, terminating in a round, purple tip glistening with moisture. Did I tell you he could be an underwear model? I take it back. He should have been a porn star.

I was still in awe, imagining what I would let a guy like that do to me, when my thoughts were interrupted by a vibration as another message popped up. My eyes darted down to read it. “You like it?”, he asked. I smiled as I nodded to myself. “Yes” I replied, and immediately realized how lame that sounded. That one word didn’t cover how I felt at all. “I love it. You look amazing.” I added quite sincerely.

The screen went dark for a minute. I wondered if Mateo was pleasuring himself to my photo. If so, he must have really liked it, I thought, pleased with myself, as the screen lit up, interrupting my thoughts. My eyes grew wide as I read his message. My breath was taken away, and I started to panic. Just to be sure, I read the message again, but his words were the same: “Give me your address, and I’ll be right over.”