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If you want to know more about me, or post your opinion off the story, go to http://www.facebook.com/pages/Badpinguin/112126058934846 ...................................................................... ...................................................................... ...................................................................... ...................................................................... ...................................................................... ...................................................................... Bloodline, part 1. The sound off a thousand voices flooded my head, as I got the suitcase from the arrival zone, at Lisbon International Airport. It had been two years since the last time I had heard my native language, and that made my mind swim on a sea off confusion, I had missed that, but after a couple of years living and working in Barcelona, had made me feel almost as Spanish as the guy next door, talking, reading and even dreaming in that language. Now, the fact of hearing Portuguese talked by so many, made my head spin, and feel almost like a foreigner. As I walked thru the corridors filled with all kind of people, families and loners, business men and common workers, locals and travelers from around the world, my mind drifted to the last couple of days, since my uncle Carlos called, and invited me to go spend a couple of days on his house, in Porto, to attend the marriage off my older cousin Maria, that just turned twenty one, last month. I still couldn't believe that sweet and skinny Maria was getting married, and couldn't wait to see who was the piece off crap off her so to be husband. Memories off the last summer they spent together rushed to him, the cool nights with her in his arms, on the beach on front of her parent house, the thrill off roaming hands, thumping hearts waiting to be cached by her parents, and the wonderful feel off being plunged deep on that hot furnace off hers. It was only a couple of years ago that he had taken her cherry, but it still felt like only yesterday, and the stirring on his loin's started to get a little too uncomfortable. He got to the gate out off the airport, and scanned around, trying to find her, since it was supposed for her to be waiting for him there, and travel together on the train, up north. He could have taken the commute plane to the city, but the thought off a few hours travel with her, all alone, was much more appealing to him. Maybe he would be lucky enough to taste her sweet body one last time, and give her as a wedding present, a chubby baby nine month from now, that would make his day. And besides that, as people say around here, the lamb that is born in your neighbors' farm is always his. He kept glancing around, feeling kind like a dork, both hands holding heavy suitcases, standing around on the spot, with a hard on that wouldn't go down, and the feel that every women eyes where bellow his waist, and worse than that was the giggling off a couple of teens that walked by, with reddish faces and sparkling eyes kept down, with hungry gaze. He felt like his ears where going to fall down, the way they were burning hot, with the embarrassing pole with in his pants, and wishing with all his might, that the damned thing would wilt down, even bringing the images off his great aunt Celeste to his head, and that was a scary thought, the old fart was fat as a whale and with a face that would scare the head off the bravest off men. "Where the fucking hell is she?"- He thought to himself, starting to get annoyed with the waiting. "Pedro, you are here!"- A crony voice yelled from behind him, and has he turned to see from whom, he was nearly knocked down by the lithe and squirming figure that rapped itself on his neck, flooding his face with sloppy kisses. Pedro dropped his bags, and hold the young girl by her waist, as she tried to crawl up his body, trying to figure out who the hell she was. As soon as he was able to snatch her off him, his eyes nearly popped out of his head, and his mouth hang open in disbelief. "Holly sheet..., Sandra, is that you?"- He asked not believing the sight on front of him. Right in front of him was a sight to behold, the once little sister off Maria, the small, pimpled and plane as a board, twelve year old Sandra, had turned into an stunning fourteen year old teen, with a body that would put her in the wet dreams off every boy in a ten mile radius. Her once short and straight mousy hair, was now shoulder length, wavy and with a shade more like light brown, her green eyes looked much more bright and with a animal like gaze to them, her once flat chest, held now a healthy B cup, running fast to a C, and the straight hips and bony ass changed into flared hips and a butt that would drive a blind men nuts. Standing no more than five feet four, and around one hundred and ten pounds, with not an inch off fat in it, she took his breath away, and once more the stirring came back to his loins, and his mouth dried off like he was in the middle off a desert. She got a devilish smile on her face at his reaction, and with a twirl, she showed off her gods to her cousins hungry eyes, enjoying the surprise on his face. "Not bad..., hum..., your little cousin is no longer a kid, right?"- She asked, putting her small hands on those lovely hips. "Yeah..., you have really grown up, I never thought you would become such a fox, you always looked like a tomboy when you where young!"- He answered, never being able to take his eyes from her breast, they were so damn good looking. "But wasn't supposed to be Maria here..., and did you come alone?"- Asked Pedro, still surprised with the changes off his kid cousin. "She is overwhelmed with the plans of the wedding, and dad is stuck at the store, so I've volunteered to get you..., are you disappointed, cousin?"- She asked, pouting her lips, and crooning her head to the side. "No, just surprised..., I never thought Uncle Carlos would let you travel two hundred miles alone!"- He answered sincerely, even forgetting all about the plans he had for her sister. "I'm fourteen now..., I can take care of myself ...,and besides, you now dad is a sucker for his little girl..., all I needed to do was whine a little and he would had let me go to China, if needed."- She chirped, again with a devilish smile on her face. "Right..., girls will be girls.., you little tart!"- Pedro joked, laughing. "Come, the Oriente Station is right around the corner, and the train will be leaving soon, we have to hurry!"- She said, grabbing his arm, and dragging him, almost not letting him get his bags. "We will eat in it..., and I want to tell you all about the news around here!"- She continued talking, as she dragged him to the train station, just a few meters away. Pedro fallowed his young cousin, not hearing her, since his mind was focused on the twin mounds off flesh that where wiggling in front of his eyes, tugged under a pair of tight jeans, begging to be freed and properly revered. "Jesus..., I would fuck the brains out of this piece of ass, if she was a couple of years older..., she is even better than her sister at nineteen..., what a jailbait!"- He thought to himself, with images off his hands roaming her sweet body arousing him, and making his member twitch like it was getting choked. "Men..., I'm such a fucking pervert..., she's just fourteen, get a grip you asshole!"- He chided himself. Before he could clear his head off the lust that was feeling it, they already were on the platform, where the last passengers off the Intercity were getting in. They hastily got on their wagon, and in to their seats, and with a bit off effort, put the suitcases, on the booth above their heads. Pedro let a sigh of relief escape his lips, has his body merged with the soft feeling off the chair, but gave a little jump, as he felt something landing with a thud in his lap. He looked down to see the smiling face off his cousin looking up at him, with the rest of her lithe body sprawled on the seat. "So..., who have you been screwing on Barcelona, cousin?"- She asked bluntly, again with that damn devilish smile on her full lips, and now with her green eyes twinkling. "WHAT???"- He asked, dumbfounded with her question, and looking around, to see if anyone heard that little chimp off his cousin. "Oh boy..., I'm up to a hell of a ride, today!"- He thought to him, as the train started moving, to go to the ride of his life. ...................................................................... ......................................................................