Erica, my half-sister I

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CHAPTER 1 (advance)

Buenos Aires, full summer.

My old man was coming to live with his other partner and her daughter for a while in a top neighborhood of the city.

It had been a long time since he'd separated from my old lady and formed another family in Córdoba.

I wasn't distant from him, but I didn't see him very often since he'd gotten married again. In fact, I never even got to know his new daughter, that is, my half-sister.

Erica, that's her name, is 20 years old.

It's incredible that I've never met her, especially when her mom had been with my old man Carlos for almost 10 years.

We didn't even follow each other on Instagram or Facebook. It was as if we'd never been involved with each other.

Well, due to work-related reasons, a very important job opportunity of my dad's brought them here.

Who knows how long they'll stay?

I knew his mom Sandra and got along well with her. The few times I saw her, she was very nice to me.

My old lady Laura had also rebuilt her life, so the relationship with my old man wasn't bad at all. In fact, he told my old lady that his daughter wasn't too happy about coming back to Buenos Aires.

And it's understandable, since going back to her native San Isidro after having built a life in another province was something not very pleasant.

One afternoon, we were taking some mates with my old lady. I was enjoying my university vacation.

MA: Well, Julián, you're going to meet your sister!

ME: It seems like it, after almost 10 years, haha, but she's not really my sister MA: Don't be bad, kid... she's your father's daughter ME: Politics...

MA: Why are you so resistant?

ME: No, I just say... I don't know her, and she never wanted to get to know me either... why should I be excited? MA: Life things pass. Besides, according to your father, she's very nice.

ME: We'll see, haha

MA: He sends me photos sometimes. She's a doll.

It was true.

Sometimes... once, my curiosity led me to check out her social media. Not much was there, since I didn't follow her or have her as a friend, but it seemed she was pretty. She had green eyes and looked tall in the photos. She had a face that seemed anti. The kind of girl who walks by your side without even noticing you. In the images I saw, she had dark brown hair with a reddish tint. She wore a headband. Ultimately, she was like my grandma said - a doll. I'd lie if I said I wasn't nervous about meeting her. I imagined her having a strong personality. I don't know why. So much so that days later, when my grandma was hosting them at home, I woke up with a bit of stomach ache. I took a bath and changed for the occasion. My grandma looked at me and laughed. But I didn't want to make a bad impression on her first. Especially since I'm always a bit awkward. But I couldn't help myself, so I spent hours deciding what to wear. Finally, I put on a black t-shirt with the BACK TO THE FUTURE design and the DeLorean with flames. On the bottom, jeans. Whatever God wanted. I imagined her arriving dressed poorly. But good, I wasn't going to dress up as something I'm not, je. When the doorbell rang, I felt like it was a bell from hell. The nerves that came were stronger than those I felt when I lost my virginity. But why? My grandma went to receive them. Like I said, we had very good relations with them. When she opened the door, a light similar to the one at the entrance of paradise entered. I didn't see my old man and his wife. I saw her. She seemed like an angel. Stayed still, statue-like. She was tall, with a luciferine gaze. Very pretty. The truth is, she caught anyone's attention. Even mine. Why did I feel that? MA: Eiii aren't you going to greet me?-She said. I was totally stunned. Erica was in the reception area, with her hands clasped together in front of her. ME: Eh... yes... Hi! coming out of the trance.

I hadn't seen my old man in a while and barely registered him.

What a piece of an idiot.

I couldn't stop looking at her like a salami.

She was my half-sister, Erica.

But like a kind of magnet, my attention didn't let go.

I greeted my old man and Sandra.

Then I directed my gaze towards her.

I think she must have noticed me staring at her like an idiot.

Already looking at me from top to bottom with a weird face.

I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.

Hello, she said.

A smile came out from the depths of my soul when I greeted her.

What was happening to me?

She barely smiled about it.

She must have thought oh, what an idiot this guy is.

ME: Is everything okay??
ERI: I like your sweater.- Expressed and continued walking, looking at the house.
Obviously, I stayed there like a statue.
At least I hadn't messed up with the sweater.
Never had gotten me so nervous.
Even my mom noticed.
Her onda rebelde attitude, at least at first, seemed to be what I imagined.
She didn't give me too much trouble.
She was dressed normally too, no big deal that I made myself.
A jean with a short dress over it.
Her hair was quite red, just like in the photo.
There were some small pimples on her face.
Yes, she was hot.
A Bella Thorne or Jennifer Lawrence type would look good with the little mustache, but more beautiful, je.
Certainly, I had been impacted.
MA: Are you going to stay there?.- Expressed tempted
I kept walking ahead of them.
My mom was talking to Sandra and my dad to me.
Erica was walking in front.
She had a what am I doing here? face.
But more or less, I was catching up with him, even though we talked on the phone.
While listening to him, I looked at her and her tight jean.
It seemed she had very beautiful legs.
I knew I had to stop looking. But it did it automatically.
She was my old man's daughter and couldn't have those kinds of thoughts.
Well, by affinity, but his daughter in the end.
At one point, he said She spoke to my old lady and almost made me see her with my eyes on her Booty.

If I can't be more stupid.

Safe for a microsecond.

But it seemed to have a good attribute behind.

It's incredible, I continued talking about her in that way.

God.

We walked around the house like it was a museum.

It wasn't a mansion, but quite large yes. Besides, every 2 meters they would stop telling each other things from life and wouldn't finish anymore.

Erica's face said it all.

She wasn't going to behave with bad manners, but her few friends' face showed up.

When I looked at her to include her in the conversation with my old lady, she looked away and kept on hers.

This was going to be hard.

I wondered if she had a boyfriend.

Probably so given how beautiful she was.

It's more, it was probably that part of her frustration from being in Bs As, was due to that. But I was digressing. I didn't know if that was true.

I just tried to decipher her.

Another attribute that caught my attention a lot, was her front.

Sounds like masturbation, but really her body was a magnet.

I felt the worst. I tried to console my wretchedness by convincing myself it wasn't my blood sister.

But I didn't stop feeling bad.

I don't know.

Neither did I go self-judge.

She was a girl who called attention and the one who is free of sin...

Already in the depths (we have a big house), she came up to me.

I think after all, she was going to speak to me.

I swear that seeing her walking towards me intimidated me.

1.70 mts tall, I'm sure.

She looked at me with a face as if I had committed murder and said:

ERI: Do you like my jeans, don't you?.- And raised an eyebrow.

The slut mother.

She realized she had caught me looking at her.