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