I Was Taken To A Brothel, But My Sister Beckoned For Me

First of all I grew up in a country where prostitution is legal and brothels are common. There are upper end brothels, often with imported whores, and lower end brothels with women missing their front teeth. Boys are taken to their first brothel at fourteen. I was taken to my first brothel at fourteen.

The brothel I went to was high end, with a nice bar and a dance stage and the whores were imported, mostly from Europe or the US, and some were local but very beautiful. For a new boy going to brothel a new girl was selected, one that like him would lose her virginity on that night. My whore was beautiful, she came from a family that had lost their father at sea and was never heard from again. She was sold to the brothel a few weeks earlier and was saved for a night like this.

I thought that my first time in a brothel would be with a tall foreign whore with big tits. At least that was my fantasy, not a girl that looked like my sister, small with small tits and a boyish ass. The only reason she wasn't a boy was because of what she had between her legs. She had been shaved clean and neat, and a small rose had been tattooed above her cleft. She took her position on the bed as she had been shown to do, laid back with her back arched and her legs far apart, the better to enjoy the view of her virgin womanhood. My only experience was my sister, and she looked alike to me.

I approached her and when I got beside her she reached and took my penis in her hand and stroked it, like a woman kneading. I touched her small tit, her nipple was hard and dark brown, I leaned over and kissed it like my sister liked and she lay back enjoying it. She arched her back again, spreading herself open, letting me see deep inside. She was already engorged with blood and her insides were dark and glistening in the light, unlike my sister who's insides became blood red and her wetness shone bright inviting me to kiss her there.

My penis hard I mounted over her and in one thrust she was taken and no longer could be sold as a virgin, she was mine for the night. It was over and I lay thinking of my sister ignoring the whore by my side. I had done my part and she had done hers, she had earned her fee and I asked her to leave. I got dressed and went downstairs to my uncle who was waiting and I said we should go. We went straight home and I went to my sister who embraced me with her arms and I entered her, and remained inside as long as I could, until I exploded and let her know that I had not released myself inside the whore. I belonged to my sister not some whore.