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CHAPTER 1 (SECOND EXTENSION)
Buenos Aires, full summer.
My old man was coming to live with his other partner and her daughter in a top neighborhood of the city.
It had been a while since he'd separated from my mom 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 got the chance to meet his new daughter, that is, my half-sister Erica. She's 20 years old, just like me.
It's incredible that I've never met her, especially when her mom had been with my dad Carlos for almost 10 years. We didn't even follow each other on Instagram or Facebook. It was as if we'd never gotten involved with each other. laboral very important of my dad, they were coming here.
Who knows for how long.
To his mother, Sandra, if I knew her and I got along very well.
The two or three times I saw her, she was very attentive to me.
My old lady, Laura, had also reformed her life, so the relationship with my old man wasn't bad at all.
So much so that he told my old lady that his stepdaughter wasn't very happy about returning to Buenos Aires.
And it's understandable, since returning to her native San Isidro after having formed her life in another province was something not very pleasant.
One afternoon, we were taking some mates with my old lady. I was enjoying some vacation time from college.
MA: Well, Julian, you're going to meet your sister!
ME: It seems like it, almost 10 years later haha, but she's not my sister
MA: Don't be bad, kid... she's the daughter of your father
ME: Politics...
MA: Why are you so resistant?
ME: No, I just say... I don't know her, never wanted to get to know me... why would I be excited?
MA: Things in life. Pass. Besides, according to your father, she's very good.
ME: We'll see haha
MA: He sends me pictures sometimes. She's a doll.
It was true.
Some other time, my curiosity led me to look at her social media.
There wasn't much, since I didn't follow her or have her as a friend, but it seemed like she was pretty.
She had green eyes and looked tall in the photos.
She had a face that seemed to be against something.
Those girls who walk by your side without even registering you.
In the images I saw, she had brown hair, slightly reddish. She wore bangs.
In short, she was like my old lady said. She was a doll.
I'd lie if I said I wasn't nervous about meeting her.
I imagine her with a strong personality. I don't know why.
So much so that days later, when my old lady was going to receive them at home, I got up with a bit of stomach pain.
I bathed and changed for the occasion.
My old lady looked at me and laughed.
But I didn't want to give her a bad impression on first sight. Especially since I was always quite awkward. But since I couldn't handle my genius, I spent hours deciding. Finally, I put on a black shirt with the drawing of BACK TO THE FUTURE and the DeLorean with fire. Below it was a jean. Whatever God wanted. I imagined myself arriving poorly dressed. But well, I wasn't going to disguise myself as something I'm not, je. When the bell rang, I felt like it had been like a tolling of hell's bells. The nerves that came were stronger than those I felt that time I lost my virginity. But why? My old lady went to receive them. As I said, I had very good relations with them. When she opened the door, a light similar to the entrance to paradise entered. I didn't see my old man and his wife. I saw her. She seemed like an angel. Stayed still, static. She was tall, with a Luciferian gaze. Very beautiful. The truth is that anyone would notice her. Even mine. Why did I feel that? MA: Eiii aren't you going to greet yourself?-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! I expressed, coming out of my trance. It had been a while since I didn't see my old man and barely registered it. What an idiot. I couldn't stop looking at her like a salami. She was my half-sister, Erica. But as if by magnet, my attention wouldn't let go of her. I greeted my old man and Sandra. Then I directed my gaze towards her. I think she must have noticed that I was staring at her like a fool. Already observing me from top to bottom with a weird face. I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. Hi she said. A smile came out of the depths of my soul when I greeted her. What was happening? She barely smiled about it. Must have thought God, but what a salami this guy is. ME: ¿¿Everything okay?? ERI: I like your shirt.-She expressed and continued walking, looking at the house. Obviously, I stayed there like a statue. At least I hadn't messed up with the shirt. Never had gotten so nervous. Even my old lady noticed. Her rebellious attitude, at least initially, She seemed like the one I imagined. 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 on top. Her hair was quite red, not like in the photo. She had some small pimples on her face. Yes, I hooked up with her. A wave of Bella Thorne or Jennifer Lawrence would look good with the little mustache, but more beautiful, je. Certainly, it had impacted me. MA: Are you going to stay there?.- Expressed tempted I was still standing at the entrance like a fool. I walked ahead with them. My old lady was talking to Sandra and my old man to me. Erica was walking in front. She looked like What am I doing here?. 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 fitted 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 that type of thoughts. Well, by affinity, but her daughter in the end. At one point, she spoke to my old lady and almost caught me with my eyes on her Booty. If I can't be more idiotic. Safe for a microsecond. But it seemed she had a good attribute behind. It's incredible, I continued talking about her 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 and tell stories of life and not finish anymore. Erica's face said it all. She wasn't going to behave with bad manners, but her face of few friends, you could notice. When I looked at her to include her in the conversation with my old man, she looked away and kept talking. This was going to be difficult. I wondered if she had a boyfriend. Probably yes given how beautiful she was. It's more, it was likely that part of her frustration of being in Bs As, was due to this. But I was digressing. I didn't know if that was true either. Only tried to decipher her. Another attribute that caught my attention a lot, was her front. Sounds like masturbating. but in truth it was a magnet my body. I felt the worst. I tried to console my awkwardness by convincing myself that she wasn't my blood sister. But I didn't stop feeling bad. I don't know. Neither did I go around judging myself. It was a girl who called a lot of attention and the one who is free from sin... Already in the depths (we have a big house), she came up to me. I think after all, she was going to talk to me. I swear that seeing her walking towards me intimidated me. 1.70 mts tall for 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 I had been looking at her. What was she going to do now? What was I supposed to disguise myself as? I felt like everything could go to hell. That I would be accused and the shame that would give. ERI: Do you think it's okay to look at your sister's butt?.- She expressed vehemently but lowly. YO: Eh... no... what do you mean, anyone! - It slipped out of my mouth Me I got hot as a thousand degrees. I had to get away from her like that. ERI: ¡¡What a weirdo, guy!! YO: I swear it has nothing to do with... Already I was ready. She stayed silent for 5 seconds, looking at me with an incredulous face. What a way to present myself in front of her. Later, she finally expressed. ERI: It's lame, kid... what a crazy thing we did eh...- Exclaimed smiling slightly and going away content with her wickedness. Was it a joke I was making? That damn thing. I entered like a horse. I got mad at her. Already I saw myself leaving the house, like the kid when they told him thief. What a daughter of a thousand. ¡Like I went crazy! Although good, that means she didn't notice when I looked at her, je. I breathed super relieved. God. I walked towards where everyone was. When I arrived, Erica looked at me with a face of I got you and laughed lowly. Obvious that I did too. Besides, after all, she had wasted part of her time to make fun of me. Like I felt important for a second. We talked together with everyone for a while. Much ball no gave me Erica. Every now and then she would look at me and laugh at what I had done to her.
I tried to start a conversation, but she was being important. She was playing the rebel character perfectly.
But someone decided to break the ice. MA: Guys, why don't you go to the bakery and buy some pastries, and on your way show Erica around the neighborhood.
Erica jumped up right away. ERI: I haven't been gone for that long, so I still know him haha. - She replied sincerely and politely.
It seemed like she didn't want to accompany me at all. It was then that Sandra intervened.
SAN: Come on, daughter... take a little time to get to know Julian better.
She turned around and looked with a do I really have to? face.
My old man made the gesture for her to go. I had never felt so rejected in my life.
But she finally gave in.
ERI: It's fine... - She limited herself to saying
I, feeling quite uncomfortable with the situation, got up and started walking. She came behind me with a certain annoyance on her face, at least that's how it seemed.
I wasn't nervous, but I was slightly uncomfortable.
It was like she was forced to follow me. As we crossed the entrance door, I commented:
YO: You don't have to come if you don't want to. I'll go buy some things.
Clearly, I let her know that I had perfectly captured her annoyance with the situation.
ERI: There's nothing better to do either... let's go! - She expressed. And began walking towards the street.
Good, thank you, I thought ironically.
I didn't know if I should talk to her or not.
I thought about trying it just once. I wasn't going to put up with her snubs anymore.
YO: Are you upset about coming back from Córdoba, aren't you?
She looked at me half sideways.
ERI: A little, but what can be done...
We were walking. She was a little ahead of me.
YO: I would be the same, having all your life in one place...
ERI: If someone has hunger... - She told me, showing that she wasn't interested in talking about that topic.
I stayed silent.
It was complicated to follow her train of thought like this. Besides, I got annoyed quickly, so I preferred to keep quiet and put up with the uncomfortable feeling. momento. I think she noticed it. And finally decided to give in a little on her attitude.
ERI: What's up with you, got a girlfriend or something?.- Asked without filter
First I was surprised that he wanted to talk. And second, that question.
YO: No, you?
ERI: No, I don't have a girlfriend, je.
At least he was trying to make a joke.
YO: Haha... and boyfriend?
ERI: Do you care?.- He said with his raised eyebrow gesture.
YO: It's just a question...- I answered seriously and looking ahead.
If she was going to be so disinterested with me, then I would do the same. I wasn't going to let it affect me.
ERI: No...- She limited herself to expressing.
YO: And do you have friends here?
ERI: Are you from the FBI? haha
YO: Well, if you want to talk about football, I don't know...- I expressed with a certain annoyance
ERI: You're hot stuff... I like...- He said with satisfaction. Yes, I have friends who haven't seen me in a thousand years...
We arrived at the bakery.
I went in to buy and she stayed at the door with her phone. Apparently, she didn't like socializing too much, especially being the new one. She was a difficult person to get along with. It was going to cost me a lot.
And now that we were going to be neighbors in the neighborhood, I would have to get used to it.
After buying, on the way back, almost didn't talk to me.
It had been quite some time since I felt that discomfort with someone.
In a certain sense, it was understandable. She didn't know me and didn't have to talk about her life. I just hoped that would change. Since I wanted to get along with her.
The rest of the afternoon passed relatively normally.
Every now and then I directed a word at her and she answered well. Maybe little by little, she started to open up more. Although always maintained that kind of distance.
Perhaps it was due to compromise, since you could notice the enormous respect she felt for my old man.
And it was logical, he had adopted her as his daughter.
During dinner, sometimes I felt like my gaze was drifting towards her.
I don't know what about all her attributes, both personal and physical, made me find them so interesting.
But something did. Clearly.
For... start, I had a natural beauty that made up a kind of magnet. Very attractive. Besides, if there was something I liked about women, it was when they used hair clips. But what am I talking about? I shouldn't be like this. Before she left, Erica came to talk to me one last time. She looked at me from top to bottom. ERI: Hey, is there a gym around here somewhere? YO: Yes, three blocks down this street... I didn't know you worked out (although it seemed like it) ERI: Yeah, do you go there? YO: How did you know? haha She looked at me as if not wanting to answer. She made a strange gesture that I interpreted as her noticing she was going to the gym but not wanting to say so. And in truth, she was quite fit. Well, see you..., she expressed without saying my name. YO: Julian... - I completed it She smiled sideways and turned around halfway to leave with my mom and old man. That look she gave me somehow made me blush. I felt that way. It didn't seem like the kind of look you give a cousin or brother. It was as if it were a small indication of complicity with me, although I was the only one who noticed it. As if it were a first and small sign of something between us. I don't know why, but that smile would be etched in my mind. So much so that I wouldn't stop thinking about her. And the last time I remembered feeling this way was when I wanted a girl to pay attention to me. Rare. Could I have that feeling? I suppose not. But it was like that. Or maybe I'm exaggerating and it just seems that way, given that having a new sister is something atypical for me. That same night, almost until midnight, I was messing around on Facebook. I tempted myself to check her profile, but probably she would appear in my suggestions and that's so annoying. So I decided not to do it. Why did I generate so much curiosity? A notification popped up. I looked at the bell and nothing appeared. Someone had commented something and then deleted it, I thought. But it wasn't that. It was a friendship request. I had some pending ones, but what a surprise when I saw... that the one who had entered was Erica Herrera. Yes, that Erica. I stayed like what? It was just a friendship request on social media. It wasn't a proposal of commitment. But still, it surprised me. And for good. I thought about accepting it immediately, but I didn't want to seem desperate. So I decided to wait. Later, while watching videos of Chinese kids building houses with mud, I got a message in my inbox. I appear online, kid... you're making it hard to accept? I deleted it... Almost fell off the bed. What a young lady! And I hadn't realized that she could see me. I replied quickly, acting like an idiot. Haha sorry!! I hadn't seen Immediately stopped what I was doing and went to accept her. I didn't want to give her a reason to be upset since we had just met. Confirm. I did it. Now yes, all her content appeared online. ME: Listooo haha ERI: Less good...I was going to cancel it ME: Haha ERI: I wanted to ask you something Mmmm. ME: Yes, tell me. What could I say? And at this hour? I was intrigued. ERI: How's that gym you go to? Is it good? Ahh. That was it. It had become strange already. ME: Aah... yes, it's great, good machines, spacious... why? ERI: What did you think it was? Always so sharp in your expressions. ME: Nothing jeje ERI: Ok... and a lot of people go there? ME: More... no one fits jaja ERI: Mmmm I don't know... what do I know... well, thanks! ME: You're welcome! ERI: Kisses So she cut off abruptly. Without more. I said goodbye and went back to mine, already going to be routine that. What gave me curiosity was her profile. So I went to look at it. As expected, she had thousands of photos. One photo captivated me. She was on the beach in a bikini. I blushed when I saw her. So much so that after seeing her, I decided not to keep looking. She was with what seemed like a friend. With a turquoise outfit. A divine body. I queded flaccid, really.
I was with my hair like now, long and with bangs.
But what bothered me the most, somehow, were her boobs.
I shouldn't be looking at her. I knew it. But I couldn't stop looking.
She had a lot of frontage. It was that or a push-up.
Although I leaned more towards the first option. Or so I desired, je.
If I couldn't get her out of my head, now her breasts, less than ever.
And besides, I felt guilty about it.
I felt like my member would stop and I had no control.
How did this happen?
God was surely going to punish me.
And I deserved it.
But what was I doing now?
Normally, when excited, I would masturbate for sure.
I can admit it, I did it regularly.
The problem was that the erection I presented was due to my half-sister. And that sounded terrible.
I turned everything off and tried to think of something else.
I rolled around in bed, but couldn't focus on anything more.
What a masturbator! I thought. Only because of some breasts I was like this.
But it was a little more than that.
It wasn't just her boobs, she also seemed very pretty to me.
In the end, it was the kind of woman who always caught my eye.
With all her characteristics: tall, with an ass, big breasts, red hair and clear eyes.
She seemed on purpose.
The more I thought about it, the worse it got.
I had her paradisical.
I took her out a little from the boxer. Maybe that would help me pass the time a bit.
Not too long, but thick.
I remember once a girl told me she had a really nice cock jaja.
Yes. She used those words.
But anyway, that day cost me concentrating on something else to be able to sleep.
Finally I could do it, without jerking off.
The following days I didn't have any news from Erica.
She didn't talk to me or anything like that again.
I saw my old man twice almost by passing, but nothing about her.
We lived two blocks away, but not even crossed paths in the street.
My mom also asked if I talked to her. I had hope we would get along.
I thought about writing to her and inviting her to walk around here, so I could show her the neighborhood and see what happens. There were many crowded places that might have pleased her. But how do I say it without coming across as a nuisance? I looked at her Facebook contacts and she was online. I thought in my mind how to tell her 'Hey, do you want to go for a walk around the neighborhood? So you can get to know', 'Hey, do you feel like going out there?' None of them convinced me. Until a good idea came to me. ME: Hi! I just had to respond and done. And two minutes later, it was like that. HER: Hi, how are you??
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Available stories:
- My cousin Mara. 28 caps 493 pags
- Erica, my half-sister. 9 caps
- My young aunt. 13 caps 182 pags
A complete re-edition is coming, in a single volume, of the second arc of My cousin Mara, which includes Weekend at Fer's, An atypical week (post-weekend), The last function, Mara and Jonas: The incident, Mara's fantasy: The pact, The night doesn't end and Repercussions. It will be rewritten 100%, with extra content and chapters, narrated as a single story, with deeper character development and scenes. It will also have previous and later chapters than the 15 repercussions. Leave your comments.
Everything will be on my site, with relevant details, but I haven't even reached halfway yet and I've already written 250 pags!
For those who can't see the first stories, I'm leaving the link to where the fifth page of results is taken http://www.poringa.net/buscar/?q=%40hiphop911&p=5
As you'll see, you have to add the number 5 after the =, which is the page where the first ones are. It must be a site error.
CHAPTER 1 (SECOND EXTENSION)
Buenos Aires, full summer.
My old man was coming to live with his other partner and her daughter in a top neighborhood of the city.
It had been a while since he'd separated from my mom 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 got the chance to meet his new daughter, that is, my half-sister Erica. She's 20 years old, just like me.
It's incredible that I've never met her, especially when her mom had been with my dad Carlos for almost 10 years. We didn't even follow each other on Instagram or Facebook. It was as if we'd never gotten involved with each other. laboral very important of my dad, they were coming here.
Who knows for how long.
To his mother, Sandra, if I knew her and I got along very well.
The two or three times I saw her, she was very attentive to me.
My old lady, Laura, had also reformed her life, so the relationship with my old man wasn't bad at all.
So much so that he told my old lady that his stepdaughter wasn't very happy about returning to Buenos Aires.
And it's understandable, since returning to her native San Isidro after having formed her life in another province was something not very pleasant.
One afternoon, we were taking some mates with my old lady. I was enjoying some vacation time from college.
MA: Well, Julian, you're going to meet your sister!
ME: It seems like it, almost 10 years later haha, but she's not my sister
MA: Don't be bad, kid... she's the daughter of your father
ME: Politics...
MA: Why are you so resistant?
ME: No, I just say... I don't know her, never wanted to get to know me... why would I be excited?
MA: Things in life. Pass. Besides, according to your father, she's very good.
ME: We'll see haha
MA: He sends me pictures sometimes. She's a doll.
It was true.
Some other time, my curiosity led me to look at her social media.
There wasn't much, since I didn't follow her or have her as a friend, but it seemed like she was pretty.
She had green eyes and looked tall in the photos.
She had a face that seemed to be against something.
Those girls who walk by your side without even registering you.
In the images I saw, she had brown hair, slightly reddish. She wore bangs.
In short, she was like my old lady said. She was a doll.
I'd lie if I said I wasn't nervous about meeting her.
I imagine her with a strong personality. I don't know why.
So much so that days later, when my old lady was going to receive them at home, I got up with a bit of stomach pain.
I bathed and changed for the occasion.
My old lady looked at me and laughed.
But I didn't want to give her a bad impression on first sight. Especially since I was always quite awkward. But since I couldn't handle my genius, I spent hours deciding. Finally, I put on a black shirt with the drawing of BACK TO THE FUTURE and the DeLorean with fire. Below it was a jean. Whatever God wanted. I imagined myself arriving poorly dressed. But well, I wasn't going to disguise myself as something I'm not, je. When the bell rang, I felt like it had been like a tolling of hell's bells. The nerves that came were stronger than those I felt that time I lost my virginity. But why? My old lady went to receive them. As I said, I had very good relations with them. When she opened the door, a light similar to the entrance to paradise entered. I didn't see my old man and his wife. I saw her. She seemed like an angel. Stayed still, static. She was tall, with a Luciferian gaze. Very beautiful. The truth is that anyone would notice her. Even mine. Why did I feel that? MA: Eiii aren't you going to greet yourself?-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! I expressed, coming out of my trance. It had been a while since I didn't see my old man and barely registered it. What an idiot. I couldn't stop looking at her like a salami. She was my half-sister, Erica. But as if by magnet, my attention wouldn't let go of her. I greeted my old man and Sandra. Then I directed my gaze towards her. I think she must have noticed that I was staring at her like a fool. Already observing me from top to bottom with a weird face. I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. Hi she said. A smile came out of the depths of my soul when I greeted her. What was happening? She barely smiled about it. Must have thought God, but what a salami this guy is. ME: ¿¿Everything okay?? ERI: I like your shirt.-She expressed and continued walking, looking at the house. Obviously, I stayed there like a statue. At least I hadn't messed up with the shirt. Never had gotten so nervous. Even my old lady noticed. Her rebellious attitude, at least initially, She seemed like the one I imagined. 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 on top. Her hair was quite red, not like in the photo. She had some small pimples on her face. Yes, I hooked up with her. A wave of Bella Thorne or Jennifer Lawrence would look good with the little mustache, but more beautiful, je. Certainly, it had impacted me. MA: Are you going to stay there?.- Expressed tempted I was still standing at the entrance like a fool. I walked ahead with them. My old lady was talking to Sandra and my old man to me. Erica was walking in front. She looked like What am I doing here?. 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 fitted 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 that type of thoughts. Well, by affinity, but her daughter in the end. At one point, she spoke to my old lady and almost caught me with my eyes on her Booty. If I can't be more idiotic. Safe for a microsecond. But it seemed she had a good attribute behind. It's incredible, I continued talking about her 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 and tell stories of life and not finish anymore. Erica's face said it all. She wasn't going to behave with bad manners, but her face of few friends, you could notice. When I looked at her to include her in the conversation with my old man, she looked away and kept talking. This was going to be difficult. I wondered if she had a boyfriend. Probably yes given how beautiful she was. It's more, it was likely that part of her frustration of being in Bs As, was due to this. But I was digressing. I didn't know if that was true either. Only tried to decipher her. Another attribute that caught my attention a lot, was her front. Sounds like masturbating. but in truth it was a magnet my body. I felt the worst. I tried to console my awkwardness by convincing myself that she wasn't my blood sister. But I didn't stop feeling bad. I don't know. Neither did I go around judging myself. It was a girl who called a lot of attention and the one who is free from sin... Already in the depths (we have a big house), she came up to me. I think after all, she was going to talk to me. I swear that seeing her walking towards me intimidated me. 1.70 mts tall for 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 I had been looking at her. What was she going to do now? What was I supposed to disguise myself as? I felt like everything could go to hell. That I would be accused and the shame that would give. ERI: Do you think it's okay to look at your sister's butt?.- She expressed vehemently but lowly. YO: Eh... no... what do you mean, anyone! - It slipped out of my mouth Me I got hot as a thousand degrees. I had to get away from her like that. ERI: ¡¡What a weirdo, guy!! YO: I swear it has nothing to do with... Already I was ready. She stayed silent for 5 seconds, looking at me with an incredulous face. What a way to present myself in front of her. Later, she finally expressed. ERI: It's lame, kid... what a crazy thing we did eh...- Exclaimed smiling slightly and going away content with her wickedness. Was it a joke I was making? That damn thing. I entered like a horse. I got mad at her. Already I saw myself leaving the house, like the kid when they told him thief. What a daughter of a thousand. ¡Like I went crazy! Although good, that means she didn't notice when I looked at her, je. I breathed super relieved. God. I walked towards where everyone was. When I arrived, Erica looked at me with a face of I got you and laughed lowly. Obvious that I did too. Besides, after all, she had wasted part of her time to make fun of me. Like I felt important for a second. We talked together with everyone for a while. Much ball no gave me Erica. Every now and then she would look at me and laugh at what I had done to her.
I tried to start a conversation, but she was being important. She was playing the rebel character perfectly.
But someone decided to break the ice. MA: Guys, why don't you go to the bakery and buy some pastries, and on your way show Erica around the neighborhood.
Erica jumped up right away. ERI: I haven't been gone for that long, so I still know him haha. - She replied sincerely and politely.
It seemed like she didn't want to accompany me at all. It was then that Sandra intervened.
SAN: Come on, daughter... take a little time to get to know Julian better.
She turned around and looked with a do I really have to? face.
My old man made the gesture for her to go. I had never felt so rejected in my life.
But she finally gave in.
ERI: It's fine... - She limited herself to saying
I, feeling quite uncomfortable with the situation, got up and started walking. She came behind me with a certain annoyance on her face, at least that's how it seemed.
I wasn't nervous, but I was slightly uncomfortable.
It was like she was forced to follow me. As we crossed the entrance door, I commented:
YO: You don't have to come if you don't want to. I'll go buy some things.
Clearly, I let her know that I had perfectly captured her annoyance with the situation.
ERI: There's nothing better to do either... let's go! - She expressed. And began walking towards the street.
Good, thank you, I thought ironically.
I didn't know if I should talk to her or not.
I thought about trying it just once. I wasn't going to put up with her snubs anymore.
YO: Are you upset about coming back from Córdoba, aren't you?
She looked at me half sideways.
ERI: A little, but what can be done...
We were walking. She was a little ahead of me.
YO: I would be the same, having all your life in one place...
ERI: If someone has hunger... - She told me, showing that she wasn't interested in talking about that topic.
I stayed silent.
It was complicated to follow her train of thought like this. Besides, I got annoyed quickly, so I preferred to keep quiet and put up with the uncomfortable feeling. momento. I think she noticed it. And finally decided to give in a little on her attitude.
ERI: What's up with you, got a girlfriend or something?.- Asked without filter
First I was surprised that he wanted to talk. And second, that question.
YO: No, you?
ERI: No, I don't have a girlfriend, je.
At least he was trying to make a joke.
YO: Haha... and boyfriend?
ERI: Do you care?.- He said with his raised eyebrow gesture.
YO: It's just a question...- I answered seriously and looking ahead.
If she was going to be so disinterested with me, then I would do the same. I wasn't going to let it affect me.
ERI: No...- She limited herself to expressing.
YO: And do you have friends here?
ERI: Are you from the FBI? haha
YO: Well, if you want to talk about football, I don't know...- I expressed with a certain annoyance
ERI: You're hot stuff... I like...- He said with satisfaction. Yes, I have friends who haven't seen me in a thousand years...
We arrived at the bakery.
I went in to buy and she stayed at the door with her phone. Apparently, she didn't like socializing too much, especially being the new one. She was a difficult person to get along with. It was going to cost me a lot.
And now that we were going to be neighbors in the neighborhood, I would have to get used to it.
After buying, on the way back, almost didn't talk to me.
It had been quite some time since I felt that discomfort with someone.
In a certain sense, it was understandable. She didn't know me and didn't have to talk about her life. I just hoped that would change. Since I wanted to get along with her.
The rest of the afternoon passed relatively normally.
Every now and then I directed a word at her and she answered well. Maybe little by little, she started to open up more. Although always maintained that kind of distance.
Perhaps it was due to compromise, since you could notice the enormous respect she felt for my old man.
And it was logical, he had adopted her as his daughter.
During dinner, sometimes I felt like my gaze was drifting towards her.
I don't know what about all her attributes, both personal and physical, made me find them so interesting.
But something did. Clearly.
For... start, I had a natural beauty that made up a kind of magnet. Very attractive. Besides, if there was something I liked about women, it was when they used hair clips. But what am I talking about? I shouldn't be like this. Before she left, Erica came to talk to me one last time. She looked at me from top to bottom. ERI: Hey, is there a gym around here somewhere? YO: Yes, three blocks down this street... I didn't know you worked out (although it seemed like it) ERI: Yeah, do you go there? YO: How did you know? haha She looked at me as if not wanting to answer. She made a strange gesture that I interpreted as her noticing she was going to the gym but not wanting to say so. And in truth, she was quite fit. Well, see you..., she expressed without saying my name. YO: Julian... - I completed it She smiled sideways and turned around halfway to leave with my mom and old man. That look she gave me somehow made me blush. I felt that way. It didn't seem like the kind of look you give a cousin or brother. It was as if it were a small indication of complicity with me, although I was the only one who noticed it. As if it were a first and small sign of something between us. I don't know why, but that smile would be etched in my mind. So much so that I wouldn't stop thinking about her. And the last time I remembered feeling this way was when I wanted a girl to pay attention to me. Rare. Could I have that feeling? I suppose not. But it was like that. Or maybe I'm exaggerating and it just seems that way, given that having a new sister is something atypical for me. That same night, almost until midnight, I was messing around on Facebook. I tempted myself to check her profile, but probably she would appear in my suggestions and that's so annoying. So I decided not to do it. Why did I generate so much curiosity? A notification popped up. I looked at the bell and nothing appeared. Someone had commented something and then deleted it, I thought. But it wasn't that. It was a friendship request. I had some pending ones, but what a surprise when I saw... that the one who had entered was Erica Herrera. Yes, that Erica. I stayed like what? It was just a friendship request on social media. It wasn't a proposal of commitment. But still, it surprised me. And for good. I thought about accepting it immediately, but I didn't want to seem desperate. So I decided to wait. Later, while watching videos of Chinese kids building houses with mud, I got a message in my inbox. I appear online, kid... you're making it hard to accept? I deleted it... Almost fell off the bed. What a young lady! And I hadn't realized that she could see me. I replied quickly, acting like an idiot. Haha sorry!! I hadn't seen Immediately stopped what I was doing and went to accept her. I didn't want to give her a reason to be upset since we had just met. Confirm. I did it. Now yes, all her content appeared online. ME: Listooo haha ERI: Less good...I was going to cancel it ME: Haha ERI: I wanted to ask you something Mmmm. ME: Yes, tell me. What could I say? And at this hour? I was intrigued. ERI: How's that gym you go to? Is it good? Ahh. That was it. It had become strange already. ME: Aah... yes, it's great, good machines, spacious... why? ERI: What did you think it was? Always so sharp in your expressions. ME: Nothing jeje ERI: Ok... and a lot of people go there? ME: More... no one fits jaja ERI: Mmmm I don't know... what do I know... well, thanks! ME: You're welcome! ERI: Kisses So she cut off abruptly. Without more. I said goodbye and went back to mine, already going to be routine that. What gave me curiosity was her profile. So I went to look at it. As expected, she had thousands of photos. One photo captivated me. She was on the beach in a bikini. I blushed when I saw her. So much so that after seeing her, I decided not to keep looking. She was with what seemed like a friend. With a turquoise outfit. A divine body. I queded flaccid, really.
I was with my hair like now, long and with bangs.
But what bothered me the most, somehow, were her boobs.
I shouldn't be looking at her. I knew it. But I couldn't stop looking.
She had a lot of frontage. It was that or a push-up.
Although I leaned more towards the first option. Or so I desired, je.
If I couldn't get her out of my head, now her breasts, less than ever.
And besides, I felt guilty about it.
I felt like my member would stop and I had no control.
How did this happen?
God was surely going to punish me.
And I deserved it.
But what was I doing now?
Normally, when excited, I would masturbate for sure.
I can admit it, I did it regularly.
The problem was that the erection I presented was due to my half-sister. And that sounded terrible.
I turned everything off and tried to think of something else.
I rolled around in bed, but couldn't focus on anything more.
What a masturbator! I thought. Only because of some breasts I was like this.
But it was a little more than that.
It wasn't just her boobs, she also seemed very pretty to me.
In the end, it was the kind of woman who always caught my eye.
With all her characteristics: tall, with an ass, big breasts, red hair and clear eyes.
She seemed on purpose.
The more I thought about it, the worse it got.
I had her paradisical.
I took her out a little from the boxer. Maybe that would help me pass the time a bit.
Not too long, but thick.
I remember once a girl told me she had a really nice cock jaja.
Yes. She used those words.
But anyway, that day cost me concentrating on something else to be able to sleep.
Finally I could do it, without jerking off.
The following days I didn't have any news from Erica.
She didn't talk to me or anything like that again.
I saw my old man twice almost by passing, but nothing about her.
We lived two blocks away, but not even crossed paths in the street.
My mom also asked if I talked to her. I had hope we would get along.
I thought about writing to her and inviting her to walk around here, so I could show her the neighborhood and see what happens. There were many crowded places that might have pleased her. But how do I say it without coming across as a nuisance? I looked at her Facebook contacts and she was online. I thought in my mind how to tell her 'Hey, do you want to go for a walk around the neighborhood? So you can get to know', 'Hey, do you feel like going out there?' None of them convinced me. Until a good idea came to me. ME: Hi! I just had to respond and done. And two minutes later, it was like that. HER: Hi, how are you??
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