Two weeks had passed since Elisa showed her brother what a kiss was, what a basic exchange of affection between two people who loved each other very much. The final university projects had gone to history. All that dark and absurd hysteria that was brewing in the hearts of desolate university students, shattered after the party organized by Elisa's friends.
Recently, Elisa went to parties more often than not. She avoided her brother as much as she could. Her mind kept spinning around the issue of the kiss. I let myself be carried away by the alcohol, she thought while exercising her leg at the gym. Or also, when she relapsed into those states of intoxication during somber gatherings organized by some of her friends, she would tell herself when returning home driving irresponsibly: I was a stupid one who let herself be carried away by the situation. But in the end, Elisa ended up convincing herself that what she did was to help her brother, there was no other alternative, and her little brother didn't blame her absolutely anything, for now.
That conviction was more intellectual than emotional, it fluctuated in the area of mere ideas. Her emotions dictated everything else, making her feel a tremendous guilt. It was then when she decided that she had to do the unthinkable: ask her parents for advice. It was night when she found them debating in the office they kept at home to work on their writing. Around a table, a long map was stretched out in all its width. When they became aware of Elisa's entry, they slowed down the conversation they were having and focused their attention on that daughter so full of grace who made them so proud.
They talked for nearly half an hour about the issue. Elisa told them that she had been going through a crossroads in her mind. That she understood she had done well, but a guilt tormented her constantly. The conversation was of refined abstract purity, the parents respected Elisa's mystery and reserve, understanding that she was within her right to maintain intimacy. Therefore, she did not explain what she had done with her brother, only referring to the situation as a matter of guilt that she did not discern whether it was acceptable or justifiable to feel. —I think if you know in your heart that what you've done is right, then guilt is an emotion you should let go of —Mara, Elisa's mother, exposed. —Forgiveness. Forgiving yourself is essential for letting go of any guilt. In the same way, if someone else incited you to do something that made you feel this way, it is necessary to also forgive that person because, in the end, you were not forced, you took the decision. Resentment, guilt, and shame have no place, they are useless constructions for our current society —Davin intervened, then took a sip of a strange green drink whose smell repelled Elisa—. Maybe they served in the jungle thousands of years ago, but now they don't. They chatted for some time longer. Elisa was much more tranquil and agreed to retire to her chamber to rest. The night was already quite advanced, and sleep began to invade her. —Well, thanks for listening, pussy —Elisa hugged her parents with love—, I'll go to bed now. —Don't forget that we're leaving at five in the morning. Take good care of your brother, he shouldn't be out too late, the city is very dangerous right now, so if you need to take him somewhere, do it. Don't let him walk alone around here —Mara said. —Of course, don't worry mom. —We've already said goodbye to your brother, and he knows he has to obey you, but it's not a bad idea to be firm with him if necessary. Are you in agreement? —the mother asked. —In agreement —Elisa confirmed. —Give money to your brother if he needs it for school and chores, manage the expenses on the card well, buy what's necessary for the house and take care of yourselves. Keep the doors and windows closed with key. We trust you, Elisa —said Davin. Then he gave his daughter a hug as a goodbye.
Elisa walked to her room. She passed in front of her brother's room trying not to make noise. Her brother was sleeping and, as usual, didn't close the door. Elisa didn't understand that nocturnal behavior, since it bothered her to leave it open due to various fears and sinister reasons including potential hooded violators who entered the house at night, annoying noises or the pale light of the hallway.
Already in bed, she kept changing sides every instant to see if sleep would suddenly appear. Elisa couldn't sleep. Energy prevented her from doing so again and again. It was like trying to cross an invisible but incredibly resistant wall, and failing.
It was easy to conceive closing one's eyes and falling asleep, but it wasn't. She closed her eyes, and her mind continued to be fierce, unbreakable, and voracious in its thoughts about the same matter over and over again. Her parents had probably calmed her down without a doubt, all that stuff about forgiveness, which had alleviated much of the guilt. But something remained to be broken, a kind of compassion towards herself, or recognition, or identification, I wouldn't know how to express it with exact words because I didn't understand the situation completely.
What she managed to clarify was that someone her age, someone intelligent, would tell her that everything she had done was fine. The reality was that Elisa only needed an external justification like many young people who, despite possessing some culture and correct intellectual perspective, are finally led by nothing more than simple social validation, although in this case it was special social validation - the validation of a friendship forged during years of trust.
Then Elisa sent a message to her friend María. Her friend didn't respond immediately, in fact she took a couple of hours. By then, Elisa was tired of thinking and looking at dark ceiling. Elisa didn't believe her friend would respond that night, but she was surprised when her phone lit up and vibrated due to the notification.
It turned out that María had just arrived home in the middle of the night after a party until her tired brain recovered from the synthetic drugs provided by her best friend Adrián.
Elisa called her on the phone. They talked for about an hour at midnight, while the city remained asleep, with little activity, numb due to the natural cycles of day and night.
María advised Elisa to be explicit like she was with her parents, but Elisa didn't tell María everything that had happened with Alex, making a vague allusion. This way, María knew it involved moral issues. To María, dogmatic morality without practical basis was annoying; she was a philosophy student who took these things seriously. But Elisa, studying psychology, never wondered about such things, and having her as an friend was a blessing.
Look, I can tell you that if you have to be pragmatic, then be one, said María on the phone.
What do you mean? asked Elisa.
Do what you have to do and stop being silly. I don't know what your issue is, but it's clear you're having trouble taking responsibility for something you know you should do, sentenced María.
Imagine we were in the middle of an alien invasion, and we needed to train the population in arms to avoid a massacre because of those creatures, well, damn it, we would have to do it. Yes or yes. I would do it even if I hate firearms, because I'd have the responsibility of doing so to defend myself.
I understand what you're saying, but my issue isn't that nature... It's like... You'd have to sacrifice yourself or something like that - said Elisa. -Ja, ja, ja, as you told me, it's not a matter in which I would die... Or would I? - said María. -No, but I would sacrifice part of what I believe. -It's the same old thing, just do it and stop being silly. I'm going to sleep, I'm extremely tired. My responsibility of having fun with drugs and men has devastated me. Let's talk tomorrow if you want. -Yes. See you tomorrow, friend. -Wait! Almost forgot. Next week is my birthday, I'll be throwing a party, the pool is already being cleaned because it was disgusting. Guess who's coming? -Oh no, don't tell me you're going to get back with your ex. Honestly María, if that happens... I don't want you to come crying on my shoulder again. And so they kept talking about men for another hour. In the room next door, the little brother was dreaming happily, waiting without wanting the last remnants of innocence that allowed his early adolescence, forgetting childhood. After talking with María, Elisa went to check on him, to make sure he was okay and snugly tucked in. He looked like an angel, imperturbable and beautiful, Elisa melted into unbelievable tenderness at the sight of him. The scene made Elisa nostalgic, her little brother had grown up so quickly that she even felt a kind of injustice executed by the harsh hand of time. She also grew up, of course, but for her it was normal to always be ahead, protecting the boy from all kinds of evils. Elisa didn't know anything other than the protection of her parents, but the one she gave her brother was different; this protection of a mother and father was solid, yes, much more fundamental and necessary in reality, but the protection of a sister was close, it was a matter of love, play, guiding by example, defending him. Elisa understood that on countless occasions her little brother imitated her actions, her ways, even learned many of the words she used to say and part of the interpretations that she was preaching about life, the little brother had almost internalized them to the point of exhaustion. Alex had also been very thoughtful those days. At first, an indescribable happiness overwhelmed him for several days without stopping. A smile from ear to ear would appear on him in unexpected occasions, as if a sun of beauty had taken root at the root of his soul, as if a beautiful flower were opening capriciously in his heart. Something had awakened in him thanks to the older sister, it was love, a great love for Elisa.
After that, as the days went by, he realized that his sister was avoiding him. When he tried to talk to her, she would walk away. He didn't understand why the little brother had done something wrong. The happiness disappeared then, and the great love that was awakening fell asleep. Now, he saw himself hated by the same sister who had taught and protected him for so long.
He needed to talk to her, and he tried more than once, but Elisa had changed too much in such a short time.
In his emotional confusion, Alex went from openly admiring and wanting his sister with all his heart to hiding those emotions inside a shell of coldness and indifference. He felt betrayed, and at night he would cry himself to sleep. It was unfair that she was now pulling away, even when he had forgiven her in his heart after kissing her so abusively with his tongue. When the kiss happened, it overwhelmed the little brother with a sense of invasion and impropriety, something he didn't consent to feel. He didn't want to kiss like that, he didn't express it to Elisa, but he had resisted and she practically forced him. 'My sister raped my mouth,' Alex reasoned. Despite this, Alex understood that it was because he needed to learn and his sister was simply teaching him, after all, he himself had asked for it. Thanks to that, he could realize that he liked softer kisses with more affection, not with so much aggression and a tongue tracing the entire length of The oral cavity without permission. I wouldn't let anyone do that again, not even my own sister. But next time it happens, I won't stay quiet, I'll tell my sister and she'll have to respect what doesn't please me. It's possible there will be another kissing lesson because who knows how many kissing classes exist and I know almost none of them.
On the nights when the little brother cried, I took one of his pillows and hugged it tightly, simulating that I was hugging my sister and giving her affection. On those occasions, not even a glimpse of Melissa appeared in my mind, it became a distant illusion belonging to the tedious classroom.
After crying and simulated hugs, Alex presented involuntary and inevitable erections. Night after night, I cried, masturbated thinking about my sister, and fell asleep after ejaculation. In the morning, I told myself that those secret masturbations were demonstrations of the courage I felt for my sister because we didn't speak, so I didn't have to respect her anymore and practiced it on purpose.
When I reached that climax in my cock, which caused the expulsion of my sperm, and my eyes turned white, I convinced myself that this was the perfect revenge against my sister for treating me so badly; it was a reprisal for kissing me that ugly way and ignoring me when I felt most alone. Now our parents would go to the desert and I'd be left to my fate like a miserable stray without an owner, abandoned in a dark situation.
Despite everything, the love I felt for my sister remained intact, hidden but intact, locked away. In the breasts, Elisa's ass or in the affectionate kisses she had given him nights before, he would do a hurtful damage to her sister. An invisible harm that was encouraged when he lacked respect not only during orgasm but also when thinking about her, like a voodoo wizard who has only his imagination as a tool. Those fantastic beliefs, perhaps were potentiated due to the parents' education. Reiki, chakras, meditation, shamanic chants, all those things had been present in the Zavaleta Temprado house at some point since Alex's childhood. Elisa remembered that her parents hadn't always been 'like this', when she was a child, she remembered a much more 'traditional' time, even remembering the masses inside the church that was just a few streets away. But something happened that changed their parents' temperament. It was a taboo to talk about it at home, never mentioned. Elisa kept quiet and Alex was too young to remember. Elisa had another younger brother. Not as small as Alex, who is nine years younger. Between Elisa and Miguel, there were six years of age difference, so he would be the middle one. What happened to that brother was a tragedy. Elisa at the time, twelve years old, remembered the event with bitterness. It was like a wound that left a scar that would never heal. Since she wasn't big enough to walk around hospital corridors all the time, her parents often left her at her aunt's house. In those days, she remembers little Alex, diminutive of Alejandro, crying for his mother or food. Then Elisa would carry him as if he were her son and feed him. Her aunt had encouraged her to take good care of her brother as best she could. 'You have to learn because when all this passes, your mom will need your help. Do you understand my girl?', the aunt would preach, firm but kind, with similar words from time to time. Now Elisa remembered it and gave the impression that Aunt, already deceased, wanted to convey the message as best possible on her shoulders.
Aunt's prediction became reality, since Miguel, that middle brother who suffered from a strange neurodegenerative disease, died in the hospital under circumstances that their parents never wanted to tell him. Perhaps they were protecting me from a painful image, Elisa thought in her recreations of the past. Mara, her mother, plunged into a deep depression after the mournful event; all her prayers and ardent supplications had been in vain. Since then, Elisa took care of her little brother almost like a mother. Elisa sweated with anxiety when the child wouldn't stop talking and his mother remained bedridden due to the pills she consumed daily. But Elisa also lost her brother Miguel, and suffered much, yet that same suffering gave her strength to care for her small brother Alejandro, realizing Elisa unintentionally an alchemy hidden in human spirit, a natural magic revealed in specific moments of life and instances outside any logical recognition patterns, providing energy and focus to the individual who stars in the scene, like when by adrenaline release, a mother can lift a car to save her trapped child, or a she-wolf that attacks with ten times more ferocity known to its cubs.
Davin, Elisa's father, did everything he could, working day and night. That was his only therapy; he couldn't allow himself to succumb to despair or depression, swallowing the pain through work and extravagant spiritual searches.
Soon, without knowing how it happened, Elisa remembered that they started attending a different church. And some time later, another different one. When Elisa turned sixteen, and her little brother was chattering and curious like any child, Mara and Davin began to attend a strange cult that Elisa didn't go with, then they stayed at home with the little brother. She never knew what kind of sect it was, but years later, their parents stopped going, just like they did with previous churches. After that, they started writing about their grief experiences and their books began to sell well enough to live a life without financial worries.
The last thing Elisa knew about that cult is that it dissolved, but some of its members still met up every now and then to share unknown things for her. That's how she met her best friend María. María's parents had gone to Elisa's house with that black-haired teenager who had an arrogant attitude. At first, they hated each other, but as they were the only two women around the same age, they soon became inseparable friends.
By the time Elisa reached adulthood, she was extremely aware of how important she was to her younger brother, and their parents didn't care much about certain things. Then Elisa developed a responsible personality due to the harsh circumstances. Now everything was much better, of course. Mara smiled, and Davin reflected peace on his face, Elisa no longer obsessed over her brother like she did in adolescence, but still protected him from anything that could happen as an instinct she couldn't escape, nor did she try because she loved her brother profusely.
Now they were at the moment when their parents left for the desert. The morning was cold. Elisa was determined, she couldn't keep acting towards her brother like this. She got up early, realizing Alex was getting ready for school from the particular noises he made. Elisa started making breakfast.
Alex ate the breakfast his sister had prepared. The food was hot, but Elisa was no longer in the kitchen. 'Will be doing other' things, his brother said. He finished eating and left for school. In the classroom everything was chaos. The professor was sweating profusely. It was strange how the climate was so changeable in that damn city, where at midnight the cold temperature was toxic, but only when the sun came out, the heat would take its turn torturing the inhabitants of the city. It must be due to the season, it always happens this time of year, thought the professor. Leaving off wasting time reviewing his social networks and pondering all sorts of frivolities, the professor decided it was finally time to leave. Not before leaving homework. This time he would group them together in teams, that way they would have to present the next classes and he would finally get a break.
Joel, Rodrigo, and Alex joined up instinctively. Totally, they were already used to it. Melissa went with her friend Paola. They were whispering, apparently planning who else to include in their team, Melissa's and Alex's eyes crossed for a few seconds.
The professor had been too clear, teams of four minimum or five maximum members. Joel and Rodrigo were also debating who else to trust in their team. Without consulting them, Alex got up and approached Melissa and Paola. He directed himself at his already considered friend Melissa. He asked if they three - Joel, Rodrigo, and he - could join the two girls. Melissa turned to look at Paola for an instant, as if she and Paola could send each other messages with their gaze, then said Okay.
Together the five of them decided in a chaotic manner that they could get together that same afternoon. Since Alex's parents wouldn't be home, everyone got excited instantly. When Alex declared in small letters that his sister could actually be at home, only the two girls slightly lowered their spirits, because for Joel and Rodrigo, Alex's sister was very good. Seeing Elisa from top to bottom without almost disimulate was one of Alex's favorite activities when his friends came over to his house. Besides, Elisa was always very nice to them and treated them well. Yet, Alex mentioned that Elisa would not interrupt their work. No one expressed the reason why being without adults seemed so attractive to this group of five teenagers.
They were leaving their backpacks in the living room when Alex went looking for his sister. He found her talking on the phone at the back of the house where there was a garden. Alex, partially interrupting his sister, asked her for money to order a pizza. Elisa made the questions she should make as the person in charge of the house about this request. Alex explained the situation and Elisa understood. She handed her brother a pair of bills and went back to her phone call.
I'll keep it for you, Elisa said, before her brother disappeared. Alex nodded and reunited with his friends.
It was surprising how, when teams were made up of responsible girls, the work got done faster. The three men on the team were delighted, as long as they only met together, they would procrastinate and leave the work for the last day. However, they knew that not all girls were like that, some were like them and left everything until the end, and it was the same case in reverse, boys from their own class who didn't have anything else to do but finish their tasks. At least that's what the three friends thought.
It wasn't getting dark yet when they had finished all their homework. Each one had a piece of information that would recite mechanically next week in that boring professor's class with the turtle face from the Galapagos Islands. Beyond that, it seemed like none of them wanted this gathering to end.
Meanwhile, Elisa was at the gym. She had left without the boys noticing too much, it was obvious that They were having a great time together. I was thrilled to eat a couple of pieces of pizza that the guys had ordered. I trusted that her little brother would remember her and save some for her. I hope that distance that had occurred between us over the past few days wouldn't make Alex feel sad.
When Elisa was on her way home, she sighed thinking about the idea that her brother might be hurt by their distance. At that moment, she decided to break down the wall that was insurmountable, no longer having strength left. Her love for her younger brother was stronger, she had to surrender. After all, things were already clear, she was obligated to teach him, and the fact of feeling something pleasant in the process didn't make it bad.
This last thing, therefore, was what had led her down this path of thoughts so full of pomp, because in theory, she shouldn't have liked that kiss at all.
The five team members entered Alex's room and closed the door. They were playing spin the bottle. In the first round, Melissa drew Joel. So, right in front of everyone, Melissa approached Alex's best friend and brought her mouth to Joel's. Alex shuddered at the scene; it was inevitable that jealousy would be boiling inside him. But he controlled himself with all his might so that these wouldn't come out into the light, creating a drama in the process. The most powerful reason why she repressed her impulses was that Melissa wasn't his girlfriend.
Alex's friend's kiss with Melissa ended and now it was his turn to spin the bottle. He spun it once, and the mouth pointed at his friend Rodrigo. Everyone froze, and then they burst into a joyful laughter that lasted for minutes. Then, they put the rule back in place of spinning again when something similar happened. So, he spun the bottle again, hoping deep down in his heart that Melissa would be next. It wasn't like that. Now it was Paola and Alex who would have that exchange of saliva. I saw Alex smiling and flirtatious. Alex was quiet without taking the initiative, but the girl didn't stay in her place, and decided to take the first step. She moved from her place to stand in front of Alex. She slowly brought her mouth close to Alex's mouth, and at that moment, the boy felt encouraged to give more in that situation. He suddenly remembered the lessons his sister had given him, took Paola by the waist, holding her tightly, and kissed her with all he knew about the subject. The kiss began to spread and everyone had to separate them because it was someone else's turn.
Paola returned to her place with a big smile on her face. Disguisingly, Melissa threw glances at Alex. She was very serious. It was then that they heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
It's my sister, announced Alex.
Better if we leave now, Pao. Remember you'll be picked up at eight at my house, said Melissa.
Yes, it doesn't matter to me. But as you wish, replied Paola.
The boys, especially Joel and Rodrigo, maintained their conviction of accompanying the two girls home to Melissa's house. Alex also harbored that internal pressure he wasn't aware of where it came from, and it wasn't like he cared much, but since he was at his own house, it gave him a bit of a lazy feeling having to go back, besides, his two friends would be there accompanying the girls, and it was evident that Melissa had enjoyed Joel's kiss. It was only the belief that being present would prevent her from kissing Joel again that finally led him to accompany the group, not so much out of chivalry.
When the group of classmates was leaving the house, Elisa spoke up. She offered to take the girls home. Joel and Rodrigo joined the trip, asking Elisa if she could take them to the bus stop after dropping off the girls. But she did something better, took them to their house instead. The only exceptions were Paola and her brother Alex.
On the way back home, Alex and Elisa was silent the whole way there. Elisa tried to get her brother to talk, but he only replied in monosyllables and quite curtly. Elisa was worried, something had broken between them and she couldn't resolve it while driving. Alex felt the coldness emanating from him, it was evident that a repulsion had taken root in his heart, making space among the feelings he had maintained with his sister over the years. That darkness was overshadowing the love for his beautiful and appreciated sister. She still loved her. She loved her too much, maybe more than ever. But it hurt deeply that his sister had distanced herself from him when she needed him most. However, the pain that turned into hatred clouded any glimpse of love he felt for his sister.
After in her room. Alone and thoughtful. Elisa developed the theory that those short silences her brother showed on the road were just tantrums caused by having let it go for more than a decade. She was the only one to blame.
The next day. Despite Melissa always sitting too close to Alex, she didn't speak to him all day. The same happened with Alex, he didn't want to talk to Melissa, it was a matter of pride.
During recess. Paola searched for Alex and in the midst of a chaotic crowd that's classic of preparatory schools, she kissed him with an unexpected and carefree ease. From afar, Melissa watched as her best friend kissed the boy she had only recently gone out with. But it wasn't the friend who was being disloyal, since Paola was unaware that Melissa might have any interest in him. The traitor was Alex, like all men.
By the time of departure, the rumor had spread throughout the school that Paola, one of the most decent girls from the preparatory school, was the girlfriend of a boy named Alex.
Paola and Alex were talking outside the school. Joel and Rodrigo. were close to them in a separate group. Then Melissa arrived, and as if challenging Alex and her best friend, she kissed Joel. Alex's friend didn't spare any kisses or taking the initiative in the kiss. He exchanged so much saliva with Melissa that they practically shared all the oral microbiota of a single assault, something as perfect as synchronizing documents that one can view in its entirety on another device.
That day Melissa arrived home a bit later than usual. The question of the kiss and talking outside school gave her an important delay, but it didn't matter. There were things that needed to be done even if they made small sacrifices.
On the way home, Melissa was thinking about everything that had happened on that unusual school day. Since yesterday, things had become too emotional and confusing. A few blocks away, Alex was walking quickly. He decided to shout at her with all his might for her to wait. The boy listened. When Melissa met up with him, Alex was sitting on the stairs of a law firm's office on the second floor of a café.
They walked together the rest of the way until their paths obligatorily had to separate. They talked a bit about school at that corner, the corner of division. Maybe, this is where our friendship will also divide, right now or maybe it already has and I haven't noticed, Melissa reflected.
Oh, I wanted to tell you something, Melissa announced cautiously.
Tell me.
Well... It turns out I'm with Joel now, the girl revealed.
I understand. I was expecting that, Alex said. And then he fell silent for a long time. The atmosphere wasn't uncomfortable at all; it just seemed like they were attending some kind of funeral.
And I see you like Paula, right? Am I wrong? Melissa said after that eternal minute of silence.
She's very beautiful, I'm not going to lie. And truth, the one I like is another, but if she doesn't want me, then I'll go with Paola. Total... —said Alex. —So you wouldn't fight for that one you like? —asked Melissa. —If she doesn't want me, no. Better with Paola. —Well, may they all do well —said Melissa as she began her walk home. —I say the same —released Alex without looking back. Melissa did look back to see that boy walking away step by step. Melissa sighed and went home because life continued and had to be faced with her head held high. Alex lay down on the couch. His sister wasn't there. He played video games. He called Rodrigo to come play with him, since they were free from chores. Rodrigo arrived. They ordered pizza, yes, again, they loved pizza and Booty soda. They talked about everything that had happened while distributing fantastic weapon shots without any pity inside the video game. It was night when Elisa got home. Elisa greeted Rodrigo. Rodrigo just stared at her breasts. Elisa noticed but didn't say anything, that boy always looked at her like that, and so did their other friend who sometimes came over. Rodrigo announced he had to leave, and Elisa proposed taking him home. Rodrigo accepted. Alex went along. Like a prophecy Elisa had imagined, the way back was silent while they were leaving Rodrigo, with Alex still not speaking. Elisa tried to make conversation. She made comments about this or that thing, but Alex didn't contribute anything. At some moments, Elisa asked her brother questions, but he only answered with monosyllables: yes and no. They arrived home and Alex locked himself in his room. So did Elisa. It took around an hour for something significant to happen at the Temprado's house. Elisa went to the bathroom. It was time for a good shower, a comforting moment when the warmth of the drops would give her body some kind of rest. Elisa liked... the hot water, very hot. This fixation contrasted with the rest of the family members who preferred it warm or cold plain. The girl while washing her breasts, used to remember that kind of trivial details. It was a hobby she liked to do while in the shower. Some people like singing, others don't do anything but the simple act of soaping up, others love peeing while bathing, others masturbate leaving the fluids mixed with shampoo foam to lose in the depths of the drain; she loved thinking about similarities and differences she had with different people. It was a quirk that secretly made her proud.
She finished showering. Elisa had a smile of satisfaction, she needed that bath a lot. Happiness filled each pore of her smooth skin.
She liked going to dress in her room and not in the bathroom like her little brother was used to. She covered herself elegantly with a short purple towel that hugged her body, opened the bathroom door with delicate ease and left.
It was in a fraction of a second when it happened, that her brother crashed into Elisa. Neither of them was paying attention to the possibility that they might collide at that specific point in the house. Apparently, her brother was going to pee in the second-floor bathroom, which shared with Elisa's.
The impact was harder for Alex than for Elisa. The boy stumbled and fell to the floor. Beyond that, he didn't suffer any severe damage to his body. Elisa wasn't affected by the collision of bodies in the same way; she didn't fall to the floor, but her towel did. And at the same time as Alex fell, Elisa's towel fell.
Elisa's instinct was superior to decency. The first thing she did was give her brother a hand to help him get up from the floor. In the process, she showed unintentionally that body of hers in all its splendor. Her younger brother didn't stop looking at her breasts. To her brother for just a second since he was getting up from the floor. After the event. Without making a drama out of the matter, Elisa took the towel and headed towards her room to get dressed. She turned back around and saw her little brother with his head bowed as he locked himself in the bathroom. Something was bothering him, noted the sister. Elisa got dressed in comfortable sleepwear. At no moment did she stop thinking about her brother's gloomy attitude. It was evident that he was suffering. But what could she do if she had already tried to make peace with him? She had taken an interest in him several times and only received indifference as payment. And now it seemed like Alex had fallen into a kind of depression. Elisa felt like the worst sister in all the galaxy. She decided that this nonsense was over now. As for the breasts... It wasn't a big deal, she was his sister, she had seen him naked when he was little, nothing happened. What mattered was focusing on fixing things with Alex and helping him with whatever he was dealing with at this moment in his life.
Already dressed in her nightwear, Elisa went to Alex's room. Upon arriving, she discovered that her brother was already deeply asleep. Elisa sighed. She approached him and gave him a loving kiss on the forehead.
The morning was splendid. A fortified energy squeezed positivity into Elisa's mood. She was singing and even dancing while leaving breakfast prepared for her brother. After that, she went shopping at the supermarket, as they were running out of supplies at home and it was time to buy the things her brother preferred. He loved being pleased by bringing him his favorite products, especially those that their parents repeatedly disapproved of: red meats, sugary drinks, and Choco Krispis.
Elisa agreed that her brother shouldn't abuse all these products, as they weren't beneficial for his health. But neither was it necessary to exaggerate, he loved those things and She wouldn't prevent him from doing anything in any way, at most she would limit them or use her confiscation as a punishment when he didn't obey her, because one of the things Elisa loved about her brother was his obedience, and the more blind that obedience was, the better she felt due to feeling respected. She also loved it when he asked for advice or asked her questions about life because she wanted to say that she trusted in her great intelligence as an older sister. And what was between the things that melted her with love was when Alex came to ask for help with some terrible problem instead of going to his parents, she would solve the issue no matter how complex or intricate it was.
It was at night when the two brothers coincided in the kitchen. Elisa filled a bottle with pure water that had run out. The little brother was sitting on the kitchen counter eating his chocolatey cereals in a full cup. He was silent, bowed down, thoughtful, and taciturn.
Then it occurred to Elisa something to break that unbearable distance.
—Alex—
—Yes?
—Do you want to watch a movie with me?
—Now?
—Yes. Come here to the living room and we can watch it.
—I don't know, it's late and I'm tired —said Alex, not convinced by his own words. He was dying to spend even a little time with his sister, but he still had that infectious resentment that hadn't left him yet.
—Come on. Come here, it's been a long time since we've seen anything together —the sister begged. Alex remained silent for an instant.
—I'm decided then, let me go get a blanket because it's getting a little cold —said Elisa without waiting for the brother's response. Then she gave him a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek. Alex remained motionless, unmoving in appearance.
The older sister went to her room for the famous blanket, and Alex stayed finishing his cereal. There was still some cum left at the bottom and then he poured himself bowl to drink it. His sister had hugged him. She gave him a kiss on the cheek. Maybe she has realized that I have been bad to me, Alex thought. If that wasn't enough, he clearly felt his sister's breasts against his back in that hug. The feeling of those two balls won't get out of my mind because she has to do these things, Alex said softly, knowing Elisa wouldn't listen. Alex touched himself and noticed with his hand the lump that had grown. He soon convinced himself that it didn't matter if he got hard due to his sister's hugs; he deserved it for being perverse and treating him so cruelly.
Alex waited for his sister sitting in the armchair. He turned on the TV and started watching the movies offered by the cable system. By the time Elisa was already watching a movie with Alex that they had chosen basically at random, the erection caused by the hug had gone down, those breasts had escaped from Alex's mind, everything was replaced momentarily by full and crystal attention.
Each one occupied an end of the armchair. Elisa wanted to have her brother hugged, but decided she had already taken a big step that night and didn't need to push the little brother away with her insistences and being so clingy.
There are generally two types of people who differ in how they enjoy movies. The first group includes those who like to watch the movie without distractions, only admitting the noise generated by the movie itself. The other group is composed of people who make comments in certain scenes that generate a certain impact. Elisa and Alex belonged to the second group. In this scenario, Alex didn't shut up. Elisa knew that weakness perfectly and seemed to be reconnecting their communication somehow while watching that movie. Elisa was euphoric.
Midway through the movie, a woman undressed on the screen's glow. turned to see his brother. The eyes of both connected.
—It seems they're going to do it —commented Elisa with a saucy tone. The little brother kept silence.
—Does it bother you that they're naked in the movie? —asked Elisa, surprised.
—No, it's just that it feels weird —responded Alex, insecure.
—Come on, like you haven't seen any girl's breasts yet —said Elisa, remembering that her little brother had looked at her tits just a day before.
—Well... In person, only... Only yours... —said Alex, a bit embarrassed.
—I understand. Is it a part of the body women like or not? —asked the older sister.
—Yes, I like that part, obviously haven't touched them —said Alex.
—I thought you'd at least kissed Melissa by now, ha ha ha.
—If I only kissed her on the mouth, remember, and it went badly.
—I remember, but lately you don't tell me anything...
—It's... Because of you...
—Why is it my fault? —asked Elisa.
—You, you made me feel bad, no, no you didn't listen to me, and you treated me poorly —tartly stuttered Alex while suddenly bursting into tears. The boy's sensitivity was so great that he couldn't resist any longer and his feelings overcame him.
—Oh brother. Forgive me. It's just... I didn't want to treat you like this, excuse me. I had things on my mind, but it's not your fault, really. Come here —manifested Elisa. Immediately she hugged her brother with all her strength. She pressed her breasts against the face of her little brother, a position that always calmed him down since he was younger.
They lasted for several minutes embracing. Alex calmed down and at that moment forgave his sister. After the hug, Elisa's blouse remained wet from her brother's tears in the area of her generous breasts.
They continued talking about Melissa. Alex told Elisa everything that had happened in the past few days, how it seemed like he was now with Paola, and the betrayal of his friend Joel. Elisa felt terrible, apart from being distant from the little brother, he was suffering for other reasons, he had left him alone when he needed him most. He was being a bad sister, if he continued like this, he would soon become a complete failure as an older sister. Elisa promised herself that she would never fail little Alex again. Now she would go out of her way for him, double, triple, or whatever it took.
—Forgive me, Alex. I hurt you when you needed me least. I'll never treat you badly again. Are you okay?
—Yes, sister, I forgive you. I love you very much.
—said Alex. And he, taking the initiative, hugged his sister with great affection.
On TV, the scene of the naked woman had been replaced by a scene of the same woman, still without any clothes, but now copulating with an individual. They were watching unwillingly an erotic movie. The lascivious moans of the woman in the movie had separated them from that second hug.
The brothers stayed for a few moments in silence, contemplating the sex scene with extraordinary attention. In the movie, the subject was passing from being underneath the woman to taking her with great force and putting her on all fours. Then he took her by the waist and put his penis in her anus again and again. Alex got an erection at seeing this, luckily, he could hide it because he was partially covered by the quilt from belly down. He hoped his sister wouldn't notice because they were now very close.
—Have you seen something like that before? Elisa asked suddenly.
—Don't you get angry if I tell you?
—No, of course not, assured the sister.
—I have. And more things, but on the computer, confessed Alex.
—I see. It's normal, I suppose. You're a man now after all, reasoned Elisa.
—Yes, he is moving those breasts on that woman. Isn't it true, little brother?
—Yes. But they're not that big, commented Alex.
—I think so too. They'll be more or less the same size as Melissa's.
—More or less. And don't get angry, but you have bigger ones, sister, said Alex, feeling fear because his sister was looking at him.
Did she say any cruelty for talking about her breasts. —Ja, ja, ja. What a fool you are little brother —Elisa joked —. But Melissa's aren't that bad, right? —No. They're very good. But since they already got me down, I won't touch anyone's breasts again in my life. Besides, she has them the way I like them —said Alex, emboldened by a growing heat that was dominating him due to the long sex scene. —Would you have liked to see Melissa's? —asked the older sister. —Honestly yes, and touch them —acknowledged the little brother—. Hey sister. Don't you think it's weird we're talking about these things? —Not at all. If I'm your sister. There's nothing wrong with talking about sex. It's perfectly natural to talk about sex. In fact, you already know you can talk about sex with me anytime you want, I thought we'd already talked about this —said Elisa. —It's true sister. But it's just that I needed to make sure. —Well now you know little brother, beautiful —expressed Elisa—. And you know you can ask me to teach you things about women, I want you to feel confident so you can be sincere without any fear. —Whatever? Anything you want? —asked the incredulous younger brother. In the background, the scene projected on the screen showed the actress putting her tits on the actor's penis who had just penetrated his anus mercilessly. Alex looked at the spectacle and his penis jerked, silently begging to be done the same. —Yes, little brother. Anything. I've thought about it and anything you want to learn about life and women, I'll teach you because you're my younger brother and I love you. You know I don't say it often, but you know it's like that —declared Elisa—. I won't leave you to your fate again. If you want to learn something, tell me. —Well... More than learning... It's... It's because a little while ago when you were talking about breasts... I didn't... It occurred to me that I've never touched any, and just seeing yours... But besides being a bit dark... And... —said Alex, but he didn't finish expressing what was in his head because it gave him too much pain. Alex suffered from great shyness and a series of insecurities that prevented him from being assertive when he needed to.
—So you want to know how some breasts look, is that correct? —said Elisa, knowing that Alex had trouble expressing himself. But it didn't matter, she was there for that, to make his life easier and simpler. Besides, today she was determined to treat him with greater gentleness than usual because she had been so cruel. She felt now a different guilt, excessive, for different reasons, and the only way to free herself from this feeling was to overcompensate those attitudes of distance with everything opposite: foster confidence, tenderness, and unconditional love for her little brother.
—Yes, that's it —confirmed Alex—. I would really like that.
The little brother was blushing. Yet his penis was terribly hard, Alex wasn't entirely sure what stimulus caused the strength of his erection: if the exciting scenes from the movie or because his sister was talking about sex with him right next to her.
Alex turned to look at the actress's breasts. Then he turned to look at Elisa's, believing that his sister wouldn't notice, his intention for anyone watching his little brother attentively was to buy the size of both women's breasts. Elisa saw how her little brother was looking at her tits sideways. Elisa narrowed her eyes momentarily and raised her eyebrows. She thought of something that probably her little brother desired but didn't express due to probable shyness.
—Alex...
—Yes?
—Do you like my breasts? —asked Elisa playfully.
—Why are you asking me something like that? You're my sister —said Alex nervously. His heart began to beat like the drum of a band...Black metal—So nothing more, just out of curiosity. Plus because you already looked at them. And now I see that you're looking at them again, even though the fabric is covering them up, ha ha ha.
Alex got up from the armchair, but then sat back down, regretting it. The boy needed to get away from this place and rush to his room immediately. His sister had discovered him gazing in the direction of her bust, and now she would probably scold him. But he couldn't escape, his erection was very hard.
Elisa saw Alex's act. Fortunately for her little brother, the blanket still covered him when he tried to get up.
—Do you want to see them? —asked Elisa.
—I won't get angry if I tell you, —asked the little brother.
—You already said that, little brother. Come on, don't make a big deal out of it. You're eager to see some breasts, and you've already seen them from before... What's the difference? If you want to see them, just say so and I'll show them to you —said Elisa, implying she was getting a bit impatient.
—Yes —said Alex.
—Yes, what?
—I want to see them —said Alex while looking at the floor.
—Was it that hard? Take it as a continuation of the previous lesson. I already taught you how to kiss girls and now I'll teach you about the area of the breasts in more detail. I know you must be suffering when all you can see is it on screen —said Elisa.
Alex remained silent. The little brother continued looking at the floor, embarrassed. He was waiting.
—Turn around —demanded Elisa with confidence in her voice.
Recently, Elisa went to parties more often than not. She avoided her brother as much as she could. Her mind kept spinning around the issue of the kiss. I let myself be carried away by the alcohol, she thought while exercising her leg at the gym. Or also, when she relapsed into those states of intoxication during somber gatherings organized by some of her friends, she would tell herself when returning home driving irresponsibly: I was a stupid one who let herself be carried away by the situation. But in the end, Elisa ended up convincing herself that what she did was to help her brother, there was no other alternative, and her little brother didn't blame her absolutely anything, for now.
That conviction was more intellectual than emotional, it fluctuated in the area of mere ideas. Her emotions dictated everything else, making her feel a tremendous guilt. It was then when she decided that she had to do the unthinkable: ask her parents for advice. It was night when she found them debating in the office they kept at home to work on their writing. Around a table, a long map was stretched out in all its width. When they became aware of Elisa's entry, they slowed down the conversation they were having and focused their attention on that daughter so full of grace who made them so proud.
They talked for nearly half an hour about the issue. Elisa told them that she had been going through a crossroads in her mind. That she understood she had done well, but a guilt tormented her constantly. The conversation was of refined abstract purity, the parents respected Elisa's mystery and reserve, understanding that she was within her right to maintain intimacy. Therefore, she did not explain what she had done with her brother, only referring to the situation as a matter of guilt that she did not discern whether it was acceptable or justifiable to feel. —I think if you know in your heart that what you've done is right, then guilt is an emotion you should let go of —Mara, Elisa's mother, exposed. —Forgiveness. Forgiving yourself is essential for letting go of any guilt. In the same way, if someone else incited you to do something that made you feel this way, it is necessary to also forgive that person because, in the end, you were not forced, you took the decision. Resentment, guilt, and shame have no place, they are useless constructions for our current society —Davin intervened, then took a sip of a strange green drink whose smell repelled Elisa—. Maybe they served in the jungle thousands of years ago, but now they don't. They chatted for some time longer. Elisa was much more tranquil and agreed to retire to her chamber to rest. The night was already quite advanced, and sleep began to invade her. —Well, thanks for listening, pussy —Elisa hugged her parents with love—, I'll go to bed now. —Don't forget that we're leaving at five in the morning. Take good care of your brother, he shouldn't be out too late, the city is very dangerous right now, so if you need to take him somewhere, do it. Don't let him walk alone around here —Mara said. —Of course, don't worry mom. —We've already said goodbye to your brother, and he knows he has to obey you, but it's not a bad idea to be firm with him if necessary. Are you in agreement? —the mother asked. —In agreement —Elisa confirmed. —Give money to your brother if he needs it for school and chores, manage the expenses on the card well, buy what's necessary for the house and take care of yourselves. Keep the doors and windows closed with key. We trust you, Elisa —said Davin. Then he gave his daughter a hug as a goodbye.
Elisa walked to her room. She passed in front of her brother's room trying not to make noise. Her brother was sleeping and, as usual, didn't close the door. Elisa didn't understand that nocturnal behavior, since it bothered her to leave it open due to various fears and sinister reasons including potential hooded violators who entered the house at night, annoying noises or the pale light of the hallway.
Already in bed, she kept changing sides every instant to see if sleep would suddenly appear. Elisa couldn't sleep. Energy prevented her from doing so again and again. It was like trying to cross an invisible but incredibly resistant wall, and failing.
It was easy to conceive closing one's eyes and falling asleep, but it wasn't. She closed her eyes, and her mind continued to be fierce, unbreakable, and voracious in its thoughts about the same matter over and over again. Her parents had probably calmed her down without a doubt, all that stuff about forgiveness, which had alleviated much of the guilt. But something remained to be broken, a kind of compassion towards herself, or recognition, or identification, I wouldn't know how to express it with exact words because I didn't understand the situation completely.
What she managed to clarify was that someone her age, someone intelligent, would tell her that everything she had done was fine. The reality was that Elisa only needed an external justification like many young people who, despite possessing some culture and correct intellectual perspective, are finally led by nothing more than simple social validation, although in this case it was special social validation - the validation of a friendship forged during years of trust.
Then Elisa sent a message to her friend María. Her friend didn't respond immediately, in fact she took a couple of hours. By then, Elisa was tired of thinking and looking at dark ceiling. Elisa didn't believe her friend would respond that night, but she was surprised when her phone lit up and vibrated due to the notification.
It turned out that María had just arrived home in the middle of the night after a party until her tired brain recovered from the synthetic drugs provided by her best friend Adrián.
Elisa called her on the phone. They talked for about an hour at midnight, while the city remained asleep, with little activity, numb due to the natural cycles of day and night.
María advised Elisa to be explicit like she was with her parents, but Elisa didn't tell María everything that had happened with Alex, making a vague allusion. This way, María knew it involved moral issues. To María, dogmatic morality without practical basis was annoying; she was a philosophy student who took these things seriously. But Elisa, studying psychology, never wondered about such things, and having her as an friend was a blessing.
Look, I can tell you that if you have to be pragmatic, then be one, said María on the phone.
What do you mean? asked Elisa.
Do what you have to do and stop being silly. I don't know what your issue is, but it's clear you're having trouble taking responsibility for something you know you should do, sentenced María.
Imagine we were in the middle of an alien invasion, and we needed to train the population in arms to avoid a massacre because of those creatures, well, damn it, we would have to do it. Yes or yes. I would do it even if I hate firearms, because I'd have the responsibility of doing so to defend myself.
I understand what you're saying, but my issue isn't that nature... It's like... You'd have to sacrifice yourself or something like that - said Elisa. -Ja, ja, ja, as you told me, it's not a matter in which I would die... Or would I? - said María. -No, but I would sacrifice part of what I believe. -It's the same old thing, just do it and stop being silly. I'm going to sleep, I'm extremely tired. My responsibility of having fun with drugs and men has devastated me. Let's talk tomorrow if you want. -Yes. See you tomorrow, friend. -Wait! Almost forgot. Next week is my birthday, I'll be throwing a party, the pool is already being cleaned because it was disgusting. Guess who's coming? -Oh no, don't tell me you're going to get back with your ex. Honestly María, if that happens... I don't want you to come crying on my shoulder again. And so they kept talking about men for another hour. In the room next door, the little brother was dreaming happily, waiting without wanting the last remnants of innocence that allowed his early adolescence, forgetting childhood. After talking with María, Elisa went to check on him, to make sure he was okay and snugly tucked in. He looked like an angel, imperturbable and beautiful, Elisa melted into unbelievable tenderness at the sight of him. The scene made Elisa nostalgic, her little brother had grown up so quickly that she even felt a kind of injustice executed by the harsh hand of time. She also grew up, of course, but for her it was normal to always be ahead, protecting the boy from all kinds of evils. Elisa didn't know anything other than the protection of her parents, but the one she gave her brother was different; this protection of a mother and father was solid, yes, much more fundamental and necessary in reality, but the protection of a sister was close, it was a matter of love, play, guiding by example, defending him. Elisa understood that on countless occasions her little brother imitated her actions, her ways, even learned many of the words she used to say and part of the interpretations that she was preaching about life, the little brother had almost internalized them to the point of exhaustion. Alex had also been very thoughtful those days. At first, an indescribable happiness overwhelmed him for several days without stopping. A smile from ear to ear would appear on him in unexpected occasions, as if a sun of beauty had taken root at the root of his soul, as if a beautiful flower were opening capriciously in his heart. Something had awakened in him thanks to the older sister, it was love, a great love for Elisa.
After that, as the days went by, he realized that his sister was avoiding him. When he tried to talk to her, she would walk away. He didn't understand why the little brother had done something wrong. The happiness disappeared then, and the great love that was awakening fell asleep. Now, he saw himself hated by the same sister who had taught and protected him for so long.
He needed to talk to her, and he tried more than once, but Elisa had changed too much in such a short time.
In his emotional confusion, Alex went from openly admiring and wanting his sister with all his heart to hiding those emotions inside a shell of coldness and indifference. He felt betrayed, and at night he would cry himself to sleep. It was unfair that she was now pulling away, even when he had forgiven her in his heart after kissing her so abusively with his tongue. When the kiss happened, it overwhelmed the little brother with a sense of invasion and impropriety, something he didn't consent to feel. He didn't want to kiss like that, he didn't express it to Elisa, but he had resisted and she practically forced him. 'My sister raped my mouth,' Alex reasoned. Despite this, Alex understood that it was because he needed to learn and his sister was simply teaching him, after all, he himself had asked for it. Thanks to that, he could realize that he liked softer kisses with more affection, not with so much aggression and a tongue tracing the entire length of The oral cavity without permission. I wouldn't let anyone do that again, not even my own sister. But next time it happens, I won't stay quiet, I'll tell my sister and she'll have to respect what doesn't please me. It's possible there will be another kissing lesson because who knows how many kissing classes exist and I know almost none of them.
On the nights when the little brother cried, I took one of his pillows and hugged it tightly, simulating that I was hugging my sister and giving her affection. On those occasions, not even a glimpse of Melissa appeared in my mind, it became a distant illusion belonging to the tedious classroom.
After crying and simulated hugs, Alex presented involuntary and inevitable erections. Night after night, I cried, masturbated thinking about my sister, and fell asleep after ejaculation. In the morning, I told myself that those secret masturbations were demonstrations of the courage I felt for my sister because we didn't speak, so I didn't have to respect her anymore and practiced it on purpose.
When I reached that climax in my cock, which caused the expulsion of my sperm, and my eyes turned white, I convinced myself that this was the perfect revenge against my sister for treating me so badly; it was a reprisal for kissing me that ugly way and ignoring me when I felt most alone. Now our parents would go to the desert and I'd be left to my fate like a miserable stray without an owner, abandoned in a dark situation.
Despite everything, the love I felt for my sister remained intact, hidden but intact, locked away. In the breasts, Elisa's ass or in the affectionate kisses she had given him nights before, he would do a hurtful damage to her sister. An invisible harm that was encouraged when he lacked respect not only during orgasm but also when thinking about her, like a voodoo wizard who has only his imagination as a tool. Those fantastic beliefs, perhaps were potentiated due to the parents' education. Reiki, chakras, meditation, shamanic chants, all those things had been present in the Zavaleta Temprado house at some point since Alex's childhood. Elisa remembered that her parents hadn't always been 'like this', when she was a child, she remembered a much more 'traditional' time, even remembering the masses inside the church that was just a few streets away. But something happened that changed their parents' temperament. It was a taboo to talk about it at home, never mentioned. Elisa kept quiet and Alex was too young to remember. Elisa had another younger brother. Not as small as Alex, who is nine years younger. Between Elisa and Miguel, there were six years of age difference, so he would be the middle one. What happened to that brother was a tragedy. Elisa at the time, twelve years old, remembered the event with bitterness. It was like a wound that left a scar that would never heal. Since she wasn't big enough to walk around hospital corridors all the time, her parents often left her at her aunt's house. In those days, she remembers little Alex, diminutive of Alejandro, crying for his mother or food. Then Elisa would carry him as if he were her son and feed him. Her aunt had encouraged her to take good care of her brother as best she could. 'You have to learn because when all this passes, your mom will need your help. Do you understand my girl?', the aunt would preach, firm but kind, with similar words from time to time. Now Elisa remembered it and gave the impression that Aunt, already deceased, wanted to convey the message as best possible on her shoulders.
Aunt's prediction became reality, since Miguel, that middle brother who suffered from a strange neurodegenerative disease, died in the hospital under circumstances that their parents never wanted to tell him. Perhaps they were protecting me from a painful image, Elisa thought in her recreations of the past. Mara, her mother, plunged into a deep depression after the mournful event; all her prayers and ardent supplications had been in vain. Since then, Elisa took care of her little brother almost like a mother. Elisa sweated with anxiety when the child wouldn't stop talking and his mother remained bedridden due to the pills she consumed daily. But Elisa also lost her brother Miguel, and suffered much, yet that same suffering gave her strength to care for her small brother Alejandro, realizing Elisa unintentionally an alchemy hidden in human spirit, a natural magic revealed in specific moments of life and instances outside any logical recognition patterns, providing energy and focus to the individual who stars in the scene, like when by adrenaline release, a mother can lift a car to save her trapped child, or a she-wolf that attacks with ten times more ferocity known to its cubs.
Davin, Elisa's father, did everything he could, working day and night. That was his only therapy; he couldn't allow himself to succumb to despair or depression, swallowing the pain through work and extravagant spiritual searches.
Soon, without knowing how it happened, Elisa remembered that they started attending a different church. And some time later, another different one. When Elisa turned sixteen, and her little brother was chattering and curious like any child, Mara and Davin began to attend a strange cult that Elisa didn't go with, then they stayed at home with the little brother. She never knew what kind of sect it was, but years later, their parents stopped going, just like they did with previous churches. After that, they started writing about their grief experiences and their books began to sell well enough to live a life without financial worries.
The last thing Elisa knew about that cult is that it dissolved, but some of its members still met up every now and then to share unknown things for her. That's how she met her best friend María. María's parents had gone to Elisa's house with that black-haired teenager who had an arrogant attitude. At first, they hated each other, but as they were the only two women around the same age, they soon became inseparable friends.
By the time Elisa reached adulthood, she was extremely aware of how important she was to her younger brother, and their parents didn't care much about certain things. Then Elisa developed a responsible personality due to the harsh circumstances. Now everything was much better, of course. Mara smiled, and Davin reflected peace on his face, Elisa no longer obsessed over her brother like she did in adolescence, but still protected him from anything that could happen as an instinct she couldn't escape, nor did she try because she loved her brother profusely.
Now they were at the moment when their parents left for the desert. The morning was cold. Elisa was determined, she couldn't keep acting towards her brother like this. She got up early, realizing Alex was getting ready for school from the particular noises he made. Elisa started making breakfast.
Alex ate the breakfast his sister had prepared. The food was hot, but Elisa was no longer in the kitchen. 'Will be doing other' things, his brother said. He finished eating and left for school. In the classroom everything was chaos. The professor was sweating profusely. It was strange how the climate was so changeable in that damn city, where at midnight the cold temperature was toxic, but only when the sun came out, the heat would take its turn torturing the inhabitants of the city. It must be due to the season, it always happens this time of year, thought the professor. Leaving off wasting time reviewing his social networks and pondering all sorts of frivolities, the professor decided it was finally time to leave. Not before leaving homework. This time he would group them together in teams, that way they would have to present the next classes and he would finally get a break.
Joel, Rodrigo, and Alex joined up instinctively. Totally, they were already used to it. Melissa went with her friend Paola. They were whispering, apparently planning who else to include in their team, Melissa's and Alex's eyes crossed for a few seconds.
The professor had been too clear, teams of four minimum or five maximum members. Joel and Rodrigo were also debating who else to trust in their team. Without consulting them, Alex got up and approached Melissa and Paola. He directed himself at his already considered friend Melissa. He asked if they three - Joel, Rodrigo, and he - could join the two girls. Melissa turned to look at Paola for an instant, as if she and Paola could send each other messages with their gaze, then said Okay.
Together the five of them decided in a chaotic manner that they could get together that same afternoon. Since Alex's parents wouldn't be home, everyone got excited instantly. When Alex declared in small letters that his sister could actually be at home, only the two girls slightly lowered their spirits, because for Joel and Rodrigo, Alex's sister was very good. Seeing Elisa from top to bottom without almost disimulate was one of Alex's favorite activities when his friends came over to his house. Besides, Elisa was always very nice to them and treated them well. Yet, Alex mentioned that Elisa would not interrupt their work. No one expressed the reason why being without adults seemed so attractive to this group of five teenagers.
They were leaving their backpacks in the living room when Alex went looking for his sister. He found her talking on the phone at the back of the house where there was a garden. Alex, partially interrupting his sister, asked her for money to order a pizza. Elisa made the questions she should make as the person in charge of the house about this request. Alex explained the situation and Elisa understood. She handed her brother a pair of bills and went back to her phone call.
I'll keep it for you, Elisa said, before her brother disappeared. Alex nodded and reunited with his friends.
It was surprising how, when teams were made up of responsible girls, the work got done faster. The three men on the team were delighted, as long as they only met together, they would procrastinate and leave the work for the last day. However, they knew that not all girls were like that, some were like them and left everything until the end, and it was the same case in reverse, boys from their own class who didn't have anything else to do but finish their tasks. At least that's what the three friends thought.
It wasn't getting dark yet when they had finished all their homework. Each one had a piece of information that would recite mechanically next week in that boring professor's class with the turtle face from the Galapagos Islands. Beyond that, it seemed like none of them wanted this gathering to end.
Meanwhile, Elisa was at the gym. She had left without the boys noticing too much, it was obvious that They were having a great time together. I was thrilled to eat a couple of pieces of pizza that the guys had ordered. I trusted that her little brother would remember her and save some for her. I hope that distance that had occurred between us over the past few days wouldn't make Alex feel sad.
When Elisa was on her way home, she sighed thinking about the idea that her brother might be hurt by their distance. At that moment, she decided to break down the wall that was insurmountable, no longer having strength left. Her love for her younger brother was stronger, she had to surrender. After all, things were already clear, she was obligated to teach him, and the fact of feeling something pleasant in the process didn't make it bad.
This last thing, therefore, was what had led her down this path of thoughts so full of pomp, because in theory, she shouldn't have liked that kiss at all.
The five team members entered Alex's room and closed the door. They were playing spin the bottle. In the first round, Melissa drew Joel. So, right in front of everyone, Melissa approached Alex's best friend and brought her mouth to Joel's. Alex shuddered at the scene; it was inevitable that jealousy would be boiling inside him. But he controlled himself with all his might so that these wouldn't come out into the light, creating a drama in the process. The most powerful reason why she repressed her impulses was that Melissa wasn't his girlfriend.
Alex's friend's kiss with Melissa ended and now it was his turn to spin the bottle. He spun it once, and the mouth pointed at his friend Rodrigo. Everyone froze, and then they burst into a joyful laughter that lasted for minutes. Then, they put the rule back in place of spinning again when something similar happened. So, he spun the bottle again, hoping deep down in his heart that Melissa would be next. It wasn't like that. Now it was Paola and Alex who would have that exchange of saliva. I saw Alex smiling and flirtatious. Alex was quiet without taking the initiative, but the girl didn't stay in her place, and decided to take the first step. She moved from her place to stand in front of Alex. She slowly brought her mouth close to Alex's mouth, and at that moment, the boy felt encouraged to give more in that situation. He suddenly remembered the lessons his sister had given him, took Paola by the waist, holding her tightly, and kissed her with all he knew about the subject. The kiss began to spread and everyone had to separate them because it was someone else's turn.
Paola returned to her place with a big smile on her face. Disguisingly, Melissa threw glances at Alex. She was very serious. It was then that they heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
It's my sister, announced Alex.
Better if we leave now, Pao. Remember you'll be picked up at eight at my house, said Melissa.
Yes, it doesn't matter to me. But as you wish, replied Paola.
The boys, especially Joel and Rodrigo, maintained their conviction of accompanying the two girls home to Melissa's house. Alex also harbored that internal pressure he wasn't aware of where it came from, and it wasn't like he cared much, but since he was at his own house, it gave him a bit of a lazy feeling having to go back, besides, his two friends would be there accompanying the girls, and it was evident that Melissa had enjoyed Joel's kiss. It was only the belief that being present would prevent her from kissing Joel again that finally led him to accompany the group, not so much out of chivalry.
When the group of classmates was leaving the house, Elisa spoke up. She offered to take the girls home. Joel and Rodrigo joined the trip, asking Elisa if she could take them to the bus stop after dropping off the girls. But she did something better, took them to their house instead. The only exceptions were Paola and her brother Alex.
On the way back home, Alex and Elisa was silent the whole way there. Elisa tried to get her brother to talk, but he only replied in monosyllables and quite curtly. Elisa was worried, something had broken between them and she couldn't resolve it while driving. Alex felt the coldness emanating from him, it was evident that a repulsion had taken root in his heart, making space among the feelings he had maintained with his sister over the years. That darkness was overshadowing the love for his beautiful and appreciated sister. She still loved her. She loved her too much, maybe more than ever. But it hurt deeply that his sister had distanced herself from him when she needed him most. However, the pain that turned into hatred clouded any glimpse of love he felt for his sister.
After in her room. Alone and thoughtful. Elisa developed the theory that those short silences her brother showed on the road were just tantrums caused by having let it go for more than a decade. She was the only one to blame.
The next day. Despite Melissa always sitting too close to Alex, she didn't speak to him all day. The same happened with Alex, he didn't want to talk to Melissa, it was a matter of pride.
During recess. Paola searched for Alex and in the midst of a chaotic crowd that's classic of preparatory schools, she kissed him with an unexpected and carefree ease. From afar, Melissa watched as her best friend kissed the boy she had only recently gone out with. But it wasn't the friend who was being disloyal, since Paola was unaware that Melissa might have any interest in him. The traitor was Alex, like all men.
By the time of departure, the rumor had spread throughout the school that Paola, one of the most decent girls from the preparatory school, was the girlfriend of a boy named Alex.
Paola and Alex were talking outside the school. Joel and Rodrigo. were close to them in a separate group. Then Melissa arrived, and as if challenging Alex and her best friend, she kissed Joel. Alex's friend didn't spare any kisses or taking the initiative in the kiss. He exchanged so much saliva with Melissa that they practically shared all the oral microbiota of a single assault, something as perfect as synchronizing documents that one can view in its entirety on another device.
That day Melissa arrived home a bit later than usual. The question of the kiss and talking outside school gave her an important delay, but it didn't matter. There were things that needed to be done even if they made small sacrifices.
On the way home, Melissa was thinking about everything that had happened on that unusual school day. Since yesterday, things had become too emotional and confusing. A few blocks away, Alex was walking quickly. He decided to shout at her with all his might for her to wait. The boy listened. When Melissa met up with him, Alex was sitting on the stairs of a law firm's office on the second floor of a café.
They walked together the rest of the way until their paths obligatorily had to separate. They talked a bit about school at that corner, the corner of division. Maybe, this is where our friendship will also divide, right now or maybe it already has and I haven't noticed, Melissa reflected.
Oh, I wanted to tell you something, Melissa announced cautiously.
Tell me.
Well... It turns out I'm with Joel now, the girl revealed.
I understand. I was expecting that, Alex said. And then he fell silent for a long time. The atmosphere wasn't uncomfortable at all; it just seemed like they were attending some kind of funeral.
And I see you like Paula, right? Am I wrong? Melissa said after that eternal minute of silence.
She's very beautiful, I'm not going to lie. And truth, the one I like is another, but if she doesn't want me, then I'll go with Paola. Total... —said Alex. —So you wouldn't fight for that one you like? —asked Melissa. —If she doesn't want me, no. Better with Paola. —Well, may they all do well —said Melissa as she began her walk home. —I say the same —released Alex without looking back. Melissa did look back to see that boy walking away step by step. Melissa sighed and went home because life continued and had to be faced with her head held high. Alex lay down on the couch. His sister wasn't there. He played video games. He called Rodrigo to come play with him, since they were free from chores. Rodrigo arrived. They ordered pizza, yes, again, they loved pizza and Booty soda. They talked about everything that had happened while distributing fantastic weapon shots without any pity inside the video game. It was night when Elisa got home. Elisa greeted Rodrigo. Rodrigo just stared at her breasts. Elisa noticed but didn't say anything, that boy always looked at her like that, and so did their other friend who sometimes came over. Rodrigo announced he had to leave, and Elisa proposed taking him home. Rodrigo accepted. Alex went along. Like a prophecy Elisa had imagined, the way back was silent while they were leaving Rodrigo, with Alex still not speaking. Elisa tried to make conversation. She made comments about this or that thing, but Alex didn't contribute anything. At some moments, Elisa asked her brother questions, but he only answered with monosyllables: yes and no. They arrived home and Alex locked himself in his room. So did Elisa. It took around an hour for something significant to happen at the Temprado's house. Elisa went to the bathroom. It was time for a good shower, a comforting moment when the warmth of the drops would give her body some kind of rest. Elisa liked... the hot water, very hot. This fixation contrasted with the rest of the family members who preferred it warm or cold plain. The girl while washing her breasts, used to remember that kind of trivial details. It was a hobby she liked to do while in the shower. Some people like singing, others don't do anything but the simple act of soaping up, others love peeing while bathing, others masturbate leaving the fluids mixed with shampoo foam to lose in the depths of the drain; she loved thinking about similarities and differences she had with different people. It was a quirk that secretly made her proud.
She finished showering. Elisa had a smile of satisfaction, she needed that bath a lot. Happiness filled each pore of her smooth skin.
She liked going to dress in her room and not in the bathroom like her little brother was used to. She covered herself elegantly with a short purple towel that hugged her body, opened the bathroom door with delicate ease and left.
It was in a fraction of a second when it happened, that her brother crashed into Elisa. Neither of them was paying attention to the possibility that they might collide at that specific point in the house. Apparently, her brother was going to pee in the second-floor bathroom, which shared with Elisa's.
The impact was harder for Alex than for Elisa. The boy stumbled and fell to the floor. Beyond that, he didn't suffer any severe damage to his body. Elisa wasn't affected by the collision of bodies in the same way; she didn't fall to the floor, but her towel did. And at the same time as Alex fell, Elisa's towel fell.
Elisa's instinct was superior to decency. The first thing she did was give her brother a hand to help him get up from the floor. In the process, she showed unintentionally that body of hers in all its splendor. Her younger brother didn't stop looking at her breasts. To her brother for just a second since he was getting up from the floor. After the event. Without making a drama out of the matter, Elisa took the towel and headed towards her room to get dressed. She turned back around and saw her little brother with his head bowed as he locked himself in the bathroom. Something was bothering him, noted the sister. Elisa got dressed in comfortable sleepwear. At no moment did she stop thinking about her brother's gloomy attitude. It was evident that he was suffering. But what could she do if she had already tried to make peace with him? She had taken an interest in him several times and only received indifference as payment. And now it seemed like Alex had fallen into a kind of depression. Elisa felt like the worst sister in all the galaxy. She decided that this nonsense was over now. As for the breasts... It wasn't a big deal, she was his sister, she had seen him naked when he was little, nothing happened. What mattered was focusing on fixing things with Alex and helping him with whatever he was dealing with at this moment in his life.
Already dressed in her nightwear, Elisa went to Alex's room. Upon arriving, she discovered that her brother was already deeply asleep. Elisa sighed. She approached him and gave him a loving kiss on the forehead.
The morning was splendid. A fortified energy squeezed positivity into Elisa's mood. She was singing and even dancing while leaving breakfast prepared for her brother. After that, she went shopping at the supermarket, as they were running out of supplies at home and it was time to buy the things her brother preferred. He loved being pleased by bringing him his favorite products, especially those that their parents repeatedly disapproved of: red meats, sugary drinks, and Choco Krispis.
Elisa agreed that her brother shouldn't abuse all these products, as they weren't beneficial for his health. But neither was it necessary to exaggerate, he loved those things and She wouldn't prevent him from doing anything in any way, at most she would limit them or use her confiscation as a punishment when he didn't obey her, because one of the things Elisa loved about her brother was his obedience, and the more blind that obedience was, the better she felt due to feeling respected. She also loved it when he asked for advice or asked her questions about life because she wanted to say that she trusted in her great intelligence as an older sister. And what was between the things that melted her with love was when Alex came to ask for help with some terrible problem instead of going to his parents, she would solve the issue no matter how complex or intricate it was.
It was at night when the two brothers coincided in the kitchen. Elisa filled a bottle with pure water that had run out. The little brother was sitting on the kitchen counter eating his chocolatey cereals in a full cup. He was silent, bowed down, thoughtful, and taciturn.
Then it occurred to Elisa something to break that unbearable distance.
—Alex—
—Yes?
—Do you want to watch a movie with me?
—Now?
—Yes. Come here to the living room and we can watch it.
—I don't know, it's late and I'm tired —said Alex, not convinced by his own words. He was dying to spend even a little time with his sister, but he still had that infectious resentment that hadn't left him yet.
—Come on. Come here, it's been a long time since we've seen anything together —the sister begged. Alex remained silent for an instant.
—I'm decided then, let me go get a blanket because it's getting a little cold —said Elisa without waiting for the brother's response. Then she gave him a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek. Alex remained motionless, unmoving in appearance.
The older sister went to her room for the famous blanket, and Alex stayed finishing his cereal. There was still some cum left at the bottom and then he poured himself bowl to drink it. His sister had hugged him. She gave him a kiss on the cheek. Maybe she has realized that I have been bad to me, Alex thought. If that wasn't enough, he clearly felt his sister's breasts against his back in that hug. The feeling of those two balls won't get out of my mind because she has to do these things, Alex said softly, knowing Elisa wouldn't listen. Alex touched himself and noticed with his hand the lump that had grown. He soon convinced himself that it didn't matter if he got hard due to his sister's hugs; he deserved it for being perverse and treating him so cruelly.
Alex waited for his sister sitting in the armchair. He turned on the TV and started watching the movies offered by the cable system. By the time Elisa was already watching a movie with Alex that they had chosen basically at random, the erection caused by the hug had gone down, those breasts had escaped from Alex's mind, everything was replaced momentarily by full and crystal attention.
Each one occupied an end of the armchair. Elisa wanted to have her brother hugged, but decided she had already taken a big step that night and didn't need to push the little brother away with her insistences and being so clingy.
There are generally two types of people who differ in how they enjoy movies. The first group includes those who like to watch the movie without distractions, only admitting the noise generated by the movie itself. The other group is composed of people who make comments in certain scenes that generate a certain impact. Elisa and Alex belonged to the second group. In this scenario, Alex didn't shut up. Elisa knew that weakness perfectly and seemed to be reconnecting their communication somehow while watching that movie. Elisa was euphoric.
Midway through the movie, a woman undressed on the screen's glow. turned to see his brother. The eyes of both connected.
—It seems they're going to do it —commented Elisa with a saucy tone. The little brother kept silence.
—Does it bother you that they're naked in the movie? —asked Elisa, surprised.
—No, it's just that it feels weird —responded Alex, insecure.
—Come on, like you haven't seen any girl's breasts yet —said Elisa, remembering that her little brother had looked at her tits just a day before.
—Well... In person, only... Only yours... —said Alex, a bit embarrassed.
—I understand. Is it a part of the body women like or not? —asked the older sister.
—Yes, I like that part, obviously haven't touched them —said Alex.
—I thought you'd at least kissed Melissa by now, ha ha ha.
—If I only kissed her on the mouth, remember, and it went badly.
—I remember, but lately you don't tell me anything...
—It's... Because of you...
—Why is it my fault? —asked Elisa.
—You, you made me feel bad, no, no you didn't listen to me, and you treated me poorly —tartly stuttered Alex while suddenly bursting into tears. The boy's sensitivity was so great that he couldn't resist any longer and his feelings overcame him.
—Oh brother. Forgive me. It's just... I didn't want to treat you like this, excuse me. I had things on my mind, but it's not your fault, really. Come here —manifested Elisa. Immediately she hugged her brother with all her strength. She pressed her breasts against the face of her little brother, a position that always calmed him down since he was younger.
They lasted for several minutes embracing. Alex calmed down and at that moment forgave his sister. After the hug, Elisa's blouse remained wet from her brother's tears in the area of her generous breasts.
They continued talking about Melissa. Alex told Elisa everything that had happened in the past few days, how it seemed like he was now with Paola, and the betrayal of his friend Joel. Elisa felt terrible, apart from being distant from the little brother, he was suffering for other reasons, he had left him alone when he needed him most. He was being a bad sister, if he continued like this, he would soon become a complete failure as an older sister. Elisa promised herself that she would never fail little Alex again. Now she would go out of her way for him, double, triple, or whatever it took.
—Forgive me, Alex. I hurt you when you needed me least. I'll never treat you badly again. Are you okay?
—Yes, sister, I forgive you. I love you very much.
—said Alex. And he, taking the initiative, hugged his sister with great affection.
On TV, the scene of the naked woman had been replaced by a scene of the same woman, still without any clothes, but now copulating with an individual. They were watching unwillingly an erotic movie. The lascivious moans of the woman in the movie had separated them from that second hug.
The brothers stayed for a few moments in silence, contemplating the sex scene with extraordinary attention. In the movie, the subject was passing from being underneath the woman to taking her with great force and putting her on all fours. Then he took her by the waist and put his penis in her anus again and again. Alex got an erection at seeing this, luckily, he could hide it because he was partially covered by the quilt from belly down. He hoped his sister wouldn't notice because they were now very close.
—Have you seen something like that before? Elisa asked suddenly.
—Don't you get angry if I tell you?
—No, of course not, assured the sister.
—I have. And more things, but on the computer, confessed Alex.
—I see. It's normal, I suppose. You're a man now after all, reasoned Elisa.
—Yes, he is moving those breasts on that woman. Isn't it true, little brother?
—Yes. But they're not that big, commented Alex.
—I think so too. They'll be more or less the same size as Melissa's.
—More or less. And don't get angry, but you have bigger ones, sister, said Alex, feeling fear because his sister was looking at him.
Did she say any cruelty for talking about her breasts. —Ja, ja, ja. What a fool you are little brother —Elisa joked —. But Melissa's aren't that bad, right? —No. They're very good. But since they already got me down, I won't touch anyone's breasts again in my life. Besides, she has them the way I like them —said Alex, emboldened by a growing heat that was dominating him due to the long sex scene. —Would you have liked to see Melissa's? —asked the older sister. —Honestly yes, and touch them —acknowledged the little brother—. Hey sister. Don't you think it's weird we're talking about these things? —Not at all. If I'm your sister. There's nothing wrong with talking about sex. It's perfectly natural to talk about sex. In fact, you already know you can talk about sex with me anytime you want, I thought we'd already talked about this —said Elisa. —It's true sister. But it's just that I needed to make sure. —Well now you know little brother, beautiful —expressed Elisa—. And you know you can ask me to teach you things about women, I want you to feel confident so you can be sincere without any fear. —Whatever? Anything you want? —asked the incredulous younger brother. In the background, the scene projected on the screen showed the actress putting her tits on the actor's penis who had just penetrated his anus mercilessly. Alex looked at the spectacle and his penis jerked, silently begging to be done the same. —Yes, little brother. Anything. I've thought about it and anything you want to learn about life and women, I'll teach you because you're my younger brother and I love you. You know I don't say it often, but you know it's like that —declared Elisa—. I won't leave you to your fate again. If you want to learn something, tell me. —Well... More than learning... It's... It's because a little while ago when you were talking about breasts... I didn't... It occurred to me that I've never touched any, and just seeing yours... But besides being a bit dark... And... —said Alex, but he didn't finish expressing what was in his head because it gave him too much pain. Alex suffered from great shyness and a series of insecurities that prevented him from being assertive when he needed to.
—So you want to know how some breasts look, is that correct? —said Elisa, knowing that Alex had trouble expressing himself. But it didn't matter, she was there for that, to make his life easier and simpler. Besides, today she was determined to treat him with greater gentleness than usual because she had been so cruel. She felt now a different guilt, excessive, for different reasons, and the only way to free herself from this feeling was to overcompensate those attitudes of distance with everything opposite: foster confidence, tenderness, and unconditional love for her little brother.
—Yes, that's it —confirmed Alex—. I would really like that.
The little brother was blushing. Yet his penis was terribly hard, Alex wasn't entirely sure what stimulus caused the strength of his erection: if the exciting scenes from the movie or because his sister was talking about sex with him right next to her.
Alex turned to look at the actress's breasts. Then he turned to look at Elisa's, believing that his sister wouldn't notice, his intention for anyone watching his little brother attentively was to buy the size of both women's breasts. Elisa saw how her little brother was looking at her tits sideways. Elisa narrowed her eyes momentarily and raised her eyebrows. She thought of something that probably her little brother desired but didn't express due to probable shyness.
—Alex...
—Yes?
—Do you like my breasts? —asked Elisa playfully.
—Why are you asking me something like that? You're my sister —said Alex nervously. His heart began to beat like the drum of a band...Black metal—So nothing more, just out of curiosity. Plus because you already looked at them. And now I see that you're looking at them again, even though the fabric is covering them up, ha ha ha.
Alex got up from the armchair, but then sat back down, regretting it. The boy needed to get away from this place and rush to his room immediately. His sister had discovered him gazing in the direction of her bust, and now she would probably scold him. But he couldn't escape, his erection was very hard.
Elisa saw Alex's act. Fortunately for her little brother, the blanket still covered him when he tried to get up.
—Do you want to see them? —asked Elisa.
—I won't get angry if I tell you, —asked the little brother.
—You already said that, little brother. Come on, don't make a big deal out of it. You're eager to see some breasts, and you've already seen them from before... What's the difference? If you want to see them, just say so and I'll show them to you —said Elisa, implying she was getting a bit impatient.
—Yes —said Alex.
—Yes, what?
—I want to see them —said Alex while looking at the floor.
—Was it that hard? Take it as a continuation of the previous lesson. I already taught you how to kiss girls and now I'll teach you about the area of the breasts in more detail. I know you must be suffering when all you can see is it on screen —said Elisa.
Alex remained silent. The little brother continued looking at the floor, embarrassed. He was waiting.
—Turn around —demanded Elisa with confidence in her voice.
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