Archive-name: Family/mfuent1.txt Archive-author: Mr. Velvet Archive-title: Marie Fuentes - 1 Chapter 1 From the heating ducts in Maria's bedroom, the cameras rolled silently. She was getting ready for school and had just a pair of pink bikini panties on. Her firm, smooth 16- year-old body was well-toned and well-tanned as she stood before the large mirror on her dresser brushing her long brown hair. Her breasts were of medium size, and her dark brown nipples pointed softly straight out, maybe even up a little. With each stroke of her hairbrush, her teenaged breasts jiggled deliciously. In the next room, her brother Raul was slowly undoing the belt in his Levis as he watched his nearly naked older sister on the color TV in his bedroom brush her hair. He may be only 15, but he was an electronics whiz. He was failing English and History at school, but electronics and computers and math came to him like he was born to them. Now, with his jeans and underwear already down at his ankles, his teenaged cock already surging with the excitement of seeing his older sister naked for the first time, Raul gripped his young cock firmly and began to pump the length of it. The soft sound of light rock was drifting in Maria's bedroom as she brushed her wavy brown hair. She was studying her hair as she brushed it, wondering if it was time to change the style. Or does it look better this way, she asked herself. Then her mind drifted to the school play that was coming up ("Our Town") and if she should audition for it. She had never been in a play and wondered if she could handle it, performing before hundreds of people. Would she get too embarrassed? Would she forget her lines? Would she . . . Then her eyes drifted to the picture of her father as a boy picking artichokes in a field somewhere with his parents. She didn't know why, but it was her favorite photograph. She stuck it in the frame of her dresser mirror so she'd see it everyday. "Boy, dad," she thought to herself, "You've sure come a long way." She couldn't even remotely imagine living in the squalid shack her father grew up in; not with a red Ferrari sitting in the garage right now. Raul's young cock was about to explode when he took his hand away from it. He moved closer to the TV and pushed his cock forward, flexing the firm muscles of his smooth young ass. He let the surging tip of his reddened cock touch his sister's image on the screen, then began to move it up on down as if caressing her with it. "Do you like that, Maria?" he breathed. "Do you like my dick?" KNOCK! KNOCK! "Raul, hurry up!" his mother yelled outside his bedroom door. "You'll be late for school again." His cock immediately went soft at the rude interruption. He stuffed it back into his jeans as he answered, "Yeah, o-okay, mom. I-I'll be right down." He wondered if she could hear the zipper of his pants closing up. "I've left your lunch on the counter." As he watched his sister's nearly naked image on the screen and listened to his mother's voice, he thought of how all strange and new it was to him. It was something secret, something exciting, something only he knew existed. "Raul?" He quickly switched off the TV. "Yes, mom?" "Your lunch is on the counter." "Okay, thanks!" he answered, then pressed the button that turned off the cameras in the heating ducts. He put on his jacket, grabbed his books, then headed out his bedroom, expecting to find his mother there, but finding she'd already gone back downstairs. As he walked by Maria's closed bedroom door, he paused there a moment, thinking of his nearly naked older sister just beyond the door. Oh, well, time for more of that later, he thought to himself, then ran down to the kitchen, grabbed his brown bad lunch, and headed out the door. . . ******************* This first seemingly innocent act of a younger brother spying on his older sister in the Fuentes family was only the beginning of a long and intertwined series of events that would come to test the love they had for each other and each one's individual capacity for embarrassment and humiliation. But their story really begins in the artichoke fields of the Salinas Valley, so we must begin there if we are to give this true story its just due. ******************* The Fuentes family was an American dream come true. The father of the family, Francisco, was the son of farm workers who had labored all their lives in the Salinas Valley in California to provide for their large family. They had come from Mexico with no skills and speaking little English, but chose the hard life in America to the even harder life in Mexico. Francisco was exceptionally bright as a boy. He had done very well in school, winning several scholarships to college. His strongest area was science, so it was natural for him to choose medicine as a career. After earning his B.S in Chemistry at San Francisco State University, he went on to graduate with honors from the Medical School at UCLA. Now, several years later, he's developed his surgical practice into a thriving clinic in Los Altos Hills. Money, he is proud to say, is no longer a worry for him. His house is custom-built and overlooks the valley below. His four-car garage houses two world-class sports cars, a Limited Edition Jeep Cherokee, and a used Toyota Celica that his oldest daughter, Maria, had pleaded for: "But, dad, it's so CUTE!" But his greatest treasure was his family. Francisco was reared to believe that family comes first above all else -- above career, above pleasure, above everything. Without your family, his parents had taught him, you have nothing. You must love your family, respect your family, and be loyal to your family, they had told him. And he believed them. He knew deep down that they were right. They may be immigrants with little skill and even less comprehension of English, but they knew what the secret of life is. And they had lived by it. Francisco's wife Lupe was 8 years younger than him. She had met her future husband at UCLA when she was working on her MBA and he was struggling in medical school. His good looks, intelligence, and simple charm had captivated Lupe and swept her away with him. Loving each other was easy for him and her, so easy that it seemed almost natural that they get married, which they did. Sixteen year later, the Fuentes family has become very successful -- and very large! Maria, 16, is their oldest daughter. They have only one son, Raul. He's 15. Their other two daughters are Jessica, 13, and Christine, 10. Each of the children is very bright, and they have all inherited the good looks of their parents. Exceptional looks, in fact. --