At some minutes they could contemplate the pond. Such a large amount of water was already making their bodies wet and Sergio realizing that his uncle's swimsuit was in his aunt's crotch asked him.
—Do you have a swimsuit?
—Yes, I put it in case your mother wanted to go to the beach, but nothing. You're going to use my one, right? —pointing to his crotch.
—I think so, I only have that one. Have you sweated too much?
—Too much —he added laughing.
Once parked, they checked that there was almost no one, something exceptional, since with that heat it should be packed. They prepared everything and Sergio stayed looking at the phone for a while inside the car, yes, with the doors open and in the shade of a small grove.
He hadn't paid attention to the last part of the trip, but between the heat and the fleeting glance at the beautiful lingerie hiding his aunt's breasts, his groin had had an excess of blood. Under the fabric, a small lump began to emerge until forming a mound inside his underwear. As he said, it was a bit mucous, not alarming, although strange...
—Sergio, darling, come here —Carmen said from the other side of the vehicle— put on your towel for a moment in front of the door.
—Does it still give you shame aunt? —He smiled mischievously as he walked towards her— there's no one going to see you not even the flies.
—Well, you wait and then. —She got up from the seat and added as she left the car— And please, don't look, darling.
Sergio opened his arms stretching out the towel. He turned his head looking at the pond while his aunt took off the swimsuit he had left her and put on the one that actually belonged to him.
The boy changed with more naturalness without shame, as if no one was going to see his backside when he took off his pants, although who would be watching? There would hardly be a handful of bathers. On the edge of the pond, Carmen slowly got in while the young man, like a foolish teenager, did it suddenly, even splashing some water on his poor aunt, who complained airadamente.
As the woman's body slowly submerged in the water, her nephew played around her despite her warnings not to get his hair wet. It was of little use, as Sergio eventually pushed her into the water after seeing the woman's lack of decision-making.
'—Sergio!' she shouted at the top of her lungs when she resurfaced.
'Come on, Carmen, enjoy yourself, it's a blast! Hair or no hair, refresh yourself!' The young man swam away, perhaps also to avoid possible reprisals from the woman. Her aunt watched him go, still running her hand through her hair and trying to comb it out, the momentary anger dissipating as she gave in to uncontrollable laughter.
'How can he be so carefree?' she thought.
She floated on the water, face up, like her father used to say, dead, letting herself drift with the current. Her ears submerged beneath the pond, prevented her from hearing anything, except her thoughts.
She thought about her husband, which lately had been frequenting her mind more often and the possible adultery that only her mind refused to admit.
She remembered a lipstick stain on her clothes, which she had completely forgotten. How could a good, submissive woman be like this? She had taken it as something casual, was it really? Why did she refuse to accept reality?
She turned over in her head the irrefutable proofs, always there, why didn't she want to see them? Her mind seemed to avoid suffering and positive thoughts sprang up, distant from her husband, good things, the last good things... her nephew, the trip... he was having a great time. 'Too good...' a voice suddenly warned, which could be her conscience, Pepito Grillo or the devil himself.
She felt inside as if another Carmen was emerging, not new but very old, one she had locked away years ago. Perhaps due to age, perhaps due to routine... but it was there, trapped. A woman a bit wilder, more decisive, more independent, more direct.
She had taken off her clothes in front of... Her nephew was now wading into a marsh, not giant steps, but maybe the first of a change. The absurd clichés of old age disappeared and it seemed that young Carmen, who enjoyed herself alongside her sister, was returning to emerge from the pit where she had been introduced. After some time, her nephew swam up to her position, stood up, and placed his feet on the stones at the bottom. He had moved a little away from the shore and the water covered him below his breasts. 'How are you?' he asked interestedly. 'I can't complain,' she replied in a soft tone, as if it were a confidence. 'It seems to me that you're selling yourself short,' she winked at him complicitly - Now we would lack a bed like the hotel's and a nap wouldn't come amiss. 'You'll have a big bed at my place, don't worry.' She was surprised by what came out of her mouth, it was a comment that could be misinterpreted, although less so since it was her nephew to whom she was speaking and not just anyone. The situation seemed strange to her, but the next movement surprised her even more. It was an instant, less than a second, perhaps a fraction of time, a lapse so quick that Carmen herself doubted if it had happened. She saw Sergio's eyes dropping from his face, passing over her neck and for a limited time that couldn't be measured, staying to observe her breasts floating just above the water. She had nice breasts, no doubt, they hadn't been retouched long ago. Age didn't forgive and they were starting to sag, but the surgeon did a good job lifting them up again. No implants, just cuts here and there, sewing in one place and another, tailor's work that left everything as it was before. It was the second part of her body she liked most, always behind her precious blue eyes. However, that gaze, that flash, no matter how small, didn't irritate her. She didn't think it was her nephew's impertinence, although it seemed strange to her, a small current electricity ran down her back... she had liked it. —I'm leaving too, I'm getting very wrinkled —added the young man, with a slight change in his voice tone. —Well, now I'll go. When Carmen decided to leave a few minutes later, she observed Sergio drying off at a distance near the car. Again, in her eyes, the image of his slender body with a light tan due to summer sun. Even his hair had lightened slightly due to the sun, now giving the impression of being more chestnut than usual, perhaps with some reddish highlights. He was a regular teenager, with hormones running wild, it wasn't strange that he lost sight of her body, still desirable. Despite both being family, they were still a man and a woman. Carmen shook her head to stop thinking about it this boy is a scoundrel she said to herself. She picked up the wallet next to the towel and headed to a small shop that looked more like a beach stall. She stopped to browse the clothes on display while drying off and decided to buy a full-body pareo. The return trip in the car would likely be just as hot and she didn't feel like taking her nephew's swimsuit again. The fabric was quite nice, had several colors and reached down to her thighs, perfect for continuing on the road. With her new purchase, she went towards the car, but slowed down. Sergio was still changing and at one point, without wanting to, she could see his bare backside. He had finished drying off and was just about to put on his underwear. A small tingling sensation ran down her back at seeing that image, her nephew was in that precise moment completely naked. What she had seen at the hotel now she could assure, it seemed like a fibrous body, without excessive muscles and the back... she thought they were two hard rock-like buttocks. She forced herself to look at anything else that wasn't her nephew. How could she be looking That naked body of your nephew? For a moment she felt guilty, as if she were seeing the same devil and whispered 'please...'. —Nephew —she called while arriving to warn that he was getting close— look, do you like it? —she turned a little while the young man watched her. —You look sexy, you'll have a much better time for the rest of the trip. Gathering everything and airing out the car a bit, both entered its interior to continue with the trip. A few minutes later, they arrived again at the caravan that received them with open arms, although with the freshness of the bath still latent in their skin, the journey would be much more pleasant. —Well, back to the fight —said Sergio. —It doesn't matter, there's no rush. —Who would have thought it, if when we left home you had such a strong desire to get here. —I'm taking it easy, don't you think that's fine? —with a smile on her face that seemed unerasable— do you prefer it be the aunt exhausted? —It seems phenomenal, I have all the time in the world. The pareo that Carmen had checked, had some cords at the neckline as an ornament rather than effective ones. It could be loosened or tightened according to the case, although it wasn't necessary, the measure was correct to leave something to the imagination and for air to circulate. Sergio couldn't help but feel something inside his body itching. He had contemplated before, by mistake or curiosity (he had doubts about that) his aunt in a bathing suit. Again in the caravan, with the car parked and Carmen beside him, insane curiosity returned to his body. With the corner of his eye he could see her legs exposed that his aunt was showing, but it wasn't enough for him, he wanted something else, something he had seen in the water. It was a quick glance, turned his head pretending to look at the wild mountain on his right, but one eye went to Carmen's neckline. The silhouette seemed magnificent with well-placed and good-sized breasts, perfect measure for his taste, pity that the cleavage only showed a small part of the total. The gaze did not go unnoticed. Carmen felt it. Again she was so quick that she barely saw the young man's eyes in motion, but that small glance looking at the mountain was too bold, it was the second time he had looked at her breasts in an hour.
She pressed her legs together slightly nervously, not knowing what to do. Various options flowed through her mind, saying something, getting angry, letting him pass... she hadn't had children, didn't know what was appropriate in that situation. She didn't understand very well how a male adolescent would behave, although on the other hand, one question resonated in her head more than any other: Had he really been bothered?
Her legs continued to unconsciously press together more and more, why did she feel so... so... good? What was happening? She had never felt so disoriented. She recapitulated about the gazes, it would be something innocent, something a boy would do almost instinctively, although Sergio was no longer a child, he was a man. That again sounded in her mind like a desperate cry to be heard, A MAN.
Her head told her it was coincidence, chance, nothing more, even perhaps an error of hers in appreciation. However, deep down, something told her that no, he had looked at her with the intention of scrutinizing her features.
Suddenly she felt something, a sensation born from her belly, or maybe something lower. As if a switch had been flipped again, a flame, not bigger than a match, was born inside her.
With the unbearable heat still beating down on her, her next movement seemed like the most habitual thing and she became aware that it had nothing to do with what Sergio was doing. She brought her hand to the laces and pulled them, causing the fabric to part.
Her hands acted alone, the neckline opened too much, the shame of before reappeared and she asked herself What am I doing? She could have pressed them together carefully again, it seemed too much. She didn't act with logic or reason, and she didn't cover up what was showing. It would have seemed entirely inappropriate. However, what instinctively came out of the deepest part of her being was to moisten her dry lips with heat or nerves, and open her mouth to call attention to her nephew.
—How much do you think will be left of the caravan?
—I have no idea... before I used to put up a sign two kilometers further along the works, so maybe not much, but let's wait and see.
—When we get there, I think the first thing I'll do is eat. And what about you?
Unconsciously or perhaps very consciously, she passed her arms under her breasts, causing them to come together and achieve an effect of increase. She waited patiently without losing sight of her nephew as he posed his gaze on her.
There was no doubt, it had happened again, this time she had caught him. The young man's eyes had descended in a blink to the open channel she had created herself and for less than a second contemplated what was there. What am I doing, damn it? she wondered, adjusting herself in her seat. Her nephew had looked at her, already three times, THREE What can I do? Or... What should I do?
Before finding an answer, he listened to Sergio's response.
—I'll have to eat something.
Carmen noticed something in his tone, almost inaudible. Her voice broke for a small instant, she was nervous, probably because of her own fault. Maybe she was the instigator, the one who put all the looks on a platter, the one who was provoking her own nephew. She had never imagined such a situation, it was unthinkable, although on the other hand, inside her, the flame that had briefly been born now wanted to grow with force.
The surprising heat and unexpected began to burn within her. A sensation that had disappeared many years ago and of which she only had hazy memories. Her pupils dilated, her breathing quickened, and her cheekbones were invaded by a reddish color. With an altered voice inside herself, unable to believe it, she said to herself, No, this can't be! Am I... am I... getting turned on?!
—What are you going to do these days? —she heard him say Sergio was asking her out of those thoughts. —I didn't plan it, today is nothing. Well, being with my favorite nephew, of course, but tomorrow I don't know, what about you? —Neither do I, when some friends come over I'll go out with him, but I should set up at Grandma's place as soon as possible. This afternoon I can relax or... we can do something if you feel like it. —The phrase in Sergio's head didn't sound that bad until he said it aloud. It gave him the feeling of inviting his aunt to something more than just a family gathering. Although, why did it sound so bad, was Carmen, the same as always, nothing more? —You can go to the garden and stay by the pool all afternoon, I might prepare a cocktail and take some sun, I think I deserve it. —Are you a millionaire from Movie? —added Sergio half-jokingly, half-seriously, he needed to joke to avoid his thoughts. —Honey, we're not millionaires, but there are pleasures I can afford and a cocktail in the sun is one. —It's not bad life aunt, when I grow up I'd like to have it. —Work hard, you have a good head on your shoulders. Study and everything will be fine, you'll see how your aunt is right. —The change of conversation had come at a good time to calm his body. —When were we young did you imagine life would be like this? —Sergio was surprised to see Carmen start laughing. —Not at all! When I was young, I expected a totally different life. —Do you want me to tell stories about the age of dinosaurs, dear? —We have time —added what followed next that Carmen loved listening— and I like hearing from you. —Well, I'll tell you without problems —“How long has it been since they've paid this much attention to me?” she thought while remembering her life— We lived in the village and all we ever wanted was to get out of there, discover the world, your mother used to say when she was little that she would discover another continent like Columbus. She'd look at the globe and point to areas on the sea without stopping, saying, here, Carmen, here. —The woman smiled as memories transported her to a Simpler Era— The years went by and that rebelliousness, that pinch of madness, was diminishing. More than anything because of society, after all it was a small town, although we never lost the desire to enjoy our way. We dreamed of traveling the world in a caravan, learning languages in different countries, discovering new people and... —hesitated whether to continue, but... Why not?— knowing men who would love us with more passion one night, than others for an entire life...
What change?
The change that comes with age, I knew your uncle and the dreams of adolescence fade away. —she breathed lightly and continued—
I fell in love and gradually lost that inner fire, that pinch of madness that characterized my mother and me. I think... I'm sure, that your mother also lost it, she went through the same thing as me.
That story doesn't seem like my mother—Sergio smiled.
Yes, it was her, darling. My sister always followed me, she was her model, it's not nice to say so, but yes. She took me as a reference and we both thought alike, in the end it's normal, she was my older sister. —she smiled with her mind on that time and added—
I'll tell you a secret, it was something envious, if I had something, she also wanted it, not out of malice but out of a desire to surpass. If I climbed a mountain, she would too; if I swam from one side to the other in two minutes, she would try on one side; if I had a boyfriend, she would look for him...—
Carmen suddenly fell silent. Her comfort had led her to let her tongue run away with her.
What's wrong, aunt?
Sergio looked at her fixedly, still thinking as he drove the caravan. If his mother's competitiveness was such that she wanted to surpass her sister, what did that have to do with the boyfriend?
Nothing, just a silly thing, forget it, my mind has wandered off, I was thinking about something else.
Do you know that our parents met around the same time as you two?—Sergio said, seeming to think the idea was utterly stupid.
They met a bit later, but roughly around the same time, yes.
Are you saying she did it out of envy or competitiveness?—
Aunt... No… well, look I don't know... the situation was that when I was with Pedro, she said she wanted a boyfriend too. We went out one day and Mari came intending to find a partner, always saying that you and your uncle and I were very happy, so she wanted that. Your parents danced and met that day – looked at her legs where her hands played with loose thread from the sarong – This I'm telling you, only know I. At some time he had doubts, was bad for a time, but when you were born all disappeared. – She brought her hand to her face, noticing a heat that possessed her and continued looking worried – damn it, Sergio, I think I'm not the right one to tell you this. I don't want you to imagine things that aren't. – Alucino, are you telling me they're together by chance? – No, it's just that from that day on she happened to find your father, love is very capricious. I know it was hard for him at first, but he loves your father very much. Besides, what couple doesn't cost anything? – Oh... – the young man could only say, not noticing his aunt's question. A teenager only understands love as something wonderful, not something complicated. – This Sergio shouldn't have told you, it's something your mother should have told you if she wanted to. I'm really sorry if it makes you feel bad, I'm just so... my tongue has gone off on its own, I hope you'll pretend I didn't say anything. – Aunt, – Carmen felt the agitation of having made a mistake by saying – passed her hand up to her aunt's leg, brushing against her warm skin and smiled to continue – don't worry really, I won't say anything.
—Do you have a swimsuit?
—Yes, I put it in case your mother wanted to go to the beach, but nothing. You're going to use my one, right? —pointing to his crotch.
—I think so, I only have that one. Have you sweated too much?
—Too much —he added laughing.
Once parked, they checked that there was almost no one, something exceptional, since with that heat it should be packed. They prepared everything and Sergio stayed looking at the phone for a while inside the car, yes, with the doors open and in the shade of a small grove.
He hadn't paid attention to the last part of the trip, but between the heat and the fleeting glance at the beautiful lingerie hiding his aunt's breasts, his groin had had an excess of blood. Under the fabric, a small lump began to emerge until forming a mound inside his underwear. As he said, it was a bit mucous, not alarming, although strange...
—Sergio, darling, come here —Carmen said from the other side of the vehicle— put on your towel for a moment in front of the door.
—Does it still give you shame aunt? —He smiled mischievously as he walked towards her— there's no one going to see you not even the flies.
—Well, you wait and then. —She got up from the seat and added as she left the car— And please, don't look, darling.
Sergio opened his arms stretching out the towel. He turned his head looking at the pond while his aunt took off the swimsuit he had left her and put on the one that actually belonged to him.
The boy changed with more naturalness without shame, as if no one was going to see his backside when he took off his pants, although who would be watching? There would hardly be a handful of bathers. On the edge of the pond, Carmen slowly got in while the young man, like a foolish teenager, did it suddenly, even splashing some water on his poor aunt, who complained airadamente.
As the woman's body slowly submerged in the water, her nephew played around her despite her warnings not to get his hair wet. It was of little use, as Sergio eventually pushed her into the water after seeing the woman's lack of decision-making.
'—Sergio!' she shouted at the top of her lungs when she resurfaced.
'Come on, Carmen, enjoy yourself, it's a blast! Hair or no hair, refresh yourself!' The young man swam away, perhaps also to avoid possible reprisals from the woman. Her aunt watched him go, still running her hand through her hair and trying to comb it out, the momentary anger dissipating as she gave in to uncontrollable laughter.
'How can he be so carefree?' she thought.
She floated on the water, face up, like her father used to say, dead, letting herself drift with the current. Her ears submerged beneath the pond, prevented her from hearing anything, except her thoughts.
She thought about her husband, which lately had been frequenting her mind more often and the possible adultery that only her mind refused to admit.
She remembered a lipstick stain on her clothes, which she had completely forgotten. How could a good, submissive woman be like this? She had taken it as something casual, was it really? Why did she refuse to accept reality?
She turned over in her head the irrefutable proofs, always there, why didn't she want to see them? Her mind seemed to avoid suffering and positive thoughts sprang up, distant from her husband, good things, the last good things... her nephew, the trip... he was having a great time. 'Too good...' a voice suddenly warned, which could be her conscience, Pepito Grillo or the devil himself.
She felt inside as if another Carmen was emerging, not new but very old, one she had locked away years ago. Perhaps due to age, perhaps due to routine... but it was there, trapped. A woman a bit wilder, more decisive, more independent, more direct.
She had taken off her clothes in front of... Her nephew was now wading into a marsh, not giant steps, but maybe the first of a change. The absurd clichés of old age disappeared and it seemed that young Carmen, who enjoyed herself alongside her sister, was returning to emerge from the pit where she had been introduced. After some time, her nephew swam up to her position, stood up, and placed his feet on the stones at the bottom. He had moved a little away from the shore and the water covered him below his breasts. 'How are you?' he asked interestedly. 'I can't complain,' she replied in a soft tone, as if it were a confidence. 'It seems to me that you're selling yourself short,' she winked at him complicitly - Now we would lack a bed like the hotel's and a nap wouldn't come amiss. 'You'll have a big bed at my place, don't worry.' She was surprised by what came out of her mouth, it was a comment that could be misinterpreted, although less so since it was her nephew to whom she was speaking and not just anyone. The situation seemed strange to her, but the next movement surprised her even more. It was an instant, less than a second, perhaps a fraction of time, a lapse so quick that Carmen herself doubted if it had happened. She saw Sergio's eyes dropping from his face, passing over her neck and for a limited time that couldn't be measured, staying to observe her breasts floating just above the water. She had nice breasts, no doubt, they hadn't been retouched long ago. Age didn't forgive and they were starting to sag, but the surgeon did a good job lifting them up again. No implants, just cuts here and there, sewing in one place and another, tailor's work that left everything as it was before. It was the second part of her body she liked most, always behind her precious blue eyes. However, that gaze, that flash, no matter how small, didn't irritate her. She didn't think it was her nephew's impertinence, although it seemed strange to her, a small current electricity ran down her back... she had liked it. —I'm leaving too, I'm getting very wrinkled —added the young man, with a slight change in his voice tone. —Well, now I'll go. When Carmen decided to leave a few minutes later, she observed Sergio drying off at a distance near the car. Again, in her eyes, the image of his slender body with a light tan due to summer sun. Even his hair had lightened slightly due to the sun, now giving the impression of being more chestnut than usual, perhaps with some reddish highlights. He was a regular teenager, with hormones running wild, it wasn't strange that he lost sight of her body, still desirable. Despite both being family, they were still a man and a woman. Carmen shook her head to stop thinking about it this boy is a scoundrel she said to herself. She picked up the wallet next to the towel and headed to a small shop that looked more like a beach stall. She stopped to browse the clothes on display while drying off and decided to buy a full-body pareo. The return trip in the car would likely be just as hot and she didn't feel like taking her nephew's swimsuit again. The fabric was quite nice, had several colors and reached down to her thighs, perfect for continuing on the road. With her new purchase, she went towards the car, but slowed down. Sergio was still changing and at one point, without wanting to, she could see his bare backside. He had finished drying off and was just about to put on his underwear. A small tingling sensation ran down her back at seeing that image, her nephew was in that precise moment completely naked. What she had seen at the hotel now she could assure, it seemed like a fibrous body, without excessive muscles and the back... she thought they were two hard rock-like buttocks. She forced herself to look at anything else that wasn't her nephew. How could she be looking That naked body of your nephew? For a moment she felt guilty, as if she were seeing the same devil and whispered 'please...'. —Nephew —she called while arriving to warn that he was getting close— look, do you like it? —she turned a little while the young man watched her. —You look sexy, you'll have a much better time for the rest of the trip. Gathering everything and airing out the car a bit, both entered its interior to continue with the trip. A few minutes later, they arrived again at the caravan that received them with open arms, although with the freshness of the bath still latent in their skin, the journey would be much more pleasant. —Well, back to the fight —said Sergio. —It doesn't matter, there's no rush. —Who would have thought it, if when we left home you had such a strong desire to get here. —I'm taking it easy, don't you think that's fine? —with a smile on her face that seemed unerasable— do you prefer it be the aunt exhausted? —It seems phenomenal, I have all the time in the world. The pareo that Carmen had checked, had some cords at the neckline as an ornament rather than effective ones. It could be loosened or tightened according to the case, although it wasn't necessary, the measure was correct to leave something to the imagination and for air to circulate. Sergio couldn't help but feel something inside his body itching. He had contemplated before, by mistake or curiosity (he had doubts about that) his aunt in a bathing suit. Again in the caravan, with the car parked and Carmen beside him, insane curiosity returned to his body. With the corner of his eye he could see her legs exposed that his aunt was showing, but it wasn't enough for him, he wanted something else, something he had seen in the water. It was a quick glance, turned his head pretending to look at the wild mountain on his right, but one eye went to Carmen's neckline. The silhouette seemed magnificent with well-placed and good-sized breasts, perfect measure for his taste, pity that the cleavage only showed a small part of the total. The gaze did not go unnoticed. Carmen felt it. Again she was so quick that she barely saw the young man's eyes in motion, but that small glance looking at the mountain was too bold, it was the second time he had looked at her breasts in an hour.
She pressed her legs together slightly nervously, not knowing what to do. Various options flowed through her mind, saying something, getting angry, letting him pass... she hadn't had children, didn't know what was appropriate in that situation. She didn't understand very well how a male adolescent would behave, although on the other hand, one question resonated in her head more than any other: Had he really been bothered?
Her legs continued to unconsciously press together more and more, why did she feel so... so... good? What was happening? She had never felt so disoriented. She recapitulated about the gazes, it would be something innocent, something a boy would do almost instinctively, although Sergio was no longer a child, he was a man. That again sounded in her mind like a desperate cry to be heard, A MAN.
Her head told her it was coincidence, chance, nothing more, even perhaps an error of hers in appreciation. However, deep down, something told her that no, he had looked at her with the intention of scrutinizing her features.
Suddenly she felt something, a sensation born from her belly, or maybe something lower. As if a switch had been flipped again, a flame, not bigger than a match, was born inside her.
With the unbearable heat still beating down on her, her next movement seemed like the most habitual thing and she became aware that it had nothing to do with what Sergio was doing. She brought her hand to the laces and pulled them, causing the fabric to part.
Her hands acted alone, the neckline opened too much, the shame of before reappeared and she asked herself What am I doing? She could have pressed them together carefully again, it seemed too much. She didn't act with logic or reason, and she didn't cover up what was showing. It would have seemed entirely inappropriate. However, what instinctively came out of the deepest part of her being was to moisten her dry lips with heat or nerves, and open her mouth to call attention to her nephew.
—How much do you think will be left of the caravan?
—I have no idea... before I used to put up a sign two kilometers further along the works, so maybe not much, but let's wait and see.
—When we get there, I think the first thing I'll do is eat. And what about you?
Unconsciously or perhaps very consciously, she passed her arms under her breasts, causing them to come together and achieve an effect of increase. She waited patiently without losing sight of her nephew as he posed his gaze on her.
There was no doubt, it had happened again, this time she had caught him. The young man's eyes had descended in a blink to the open channel she had created herself and for less than a second contemplated what was there. What am I doing, damn it? she wondered, adjusting herself in her seat. Her nephew had looked at her, already three times, THREE What can I do? Or... What should I do?
Before finding an answer, he listened to Sergio's response.
—I'll have to eat something.
Carmen noticed something in his tone, almost inaudible. Her voice broke for a small instant, she was nervous, probably because of her own fault. Maybe she was the instigator, the one who put all the looks on a platter, the one who was provoking her own nephew. She had never imagined such a situation, it was unthinkable, although on the other hand, inside her, the flame that had briefly been born now wanted to grow with force.
The surprising heat and unexpected began to burn within her. A sensation that had disappeared many years ago and of which she only had hazy memories. Her pupils dilated, her breathing quickened, and her cheekbones were invaded by a reddish color. With an altered voice inside herself, unable to believe it, she said to herself, No, this can't be! Am I... am I... getting turned on?!
—What are you going to do these days? —she heard him say Sergio was asking her out of those thoughts. —I didn't plan it, today is nothing. Well, being with my favorite nephew, of course, but tomorrow I don't know, what about you? —Neither do I, when some friends come over I'll go out with him, but I should set up at Grandma's place as soon as possible. This afternoon I can relax or... we can do something if you feel like it. —The phrase in Sergio's head didn't sound that bad until he said it aloud. It gave him the feeling of inviting his aunt to something more than just a family gathering. Although, why did it sound so bad, was Carmen, the same as always, nothing more? —You can go to the garden and stay by the pool all afternoon, I might prepare a cocktail and take some sun, I think I deserve it. —Are you a millionaire from Movie? —added Sergio half-jokingly, half-seriously, he needed to joke to avoid his thoughts. —Honey, we're not millionaires, but there are pleasures I can afford and a cocktail in the sun is one. —It's not bad life aunt, when I grow up I'd like to have it. —Work hard, you have a good head on your shoulders. Study and everything will be fine, you'll see how your aunt is right. —The change of conversation had come at a good time to calm his body. —When were we young did you imagine life would be like this? —Sergio was surprised to see Carmen start laughing. —Not at all! When I was young, I expected a totally different life. —Do you want me to tell stories about the age of dinosaurs, dear? —We have time —added what followed next that Carmen loved listening— and I like hearing from you. —Well, I'll tell you without problems —“How long has it been since they've paid this much attention to me?” she thought while remembering her life— We lived in the village and all we ever wanted was to get out of there, discover the world, your mother used to say when she was little that she would discover another continent like Columbus. She'd look at the globe and point to areas on the sea without stopping, saying, here, Carmen, here. —The woman smiled as memories transported her to a Simpler Era— The years went by and that rebelliousness, that pinch of madness, was diminishing. More than anything because of society, after all it was a small town, although we never lost the desire to enjoy our way. We dreamed of traveling the world in a caravan, learning languages in different countries, discovering new people and... —hesitated whether to continue, but... Why not?— knowing men who would love us with more passion one night, than others for an entire life...
What change?
The change that comes with age, I knew your uncle and the dreams of adolescence fade away. —she breathed lightly and continued—
I fell in love and gradually lost that inner fire, that pinch of madness that characterized my mother and me. I think... I'm sure, that your mother also lost it, she went through the same thing as me.
That story doesn't seem like my mother—Sergio smiled.
Yes, it was her, darling. My sister always followed me, she was her model, it's not nice to say so, but yes. She took me as a reference and we both thought alike, in the end it's normal, she was my older sister. —she smiled with her mind on that time and added—
I'll tell you a secret, it was something envious, if I had something, she also wanted it, not out of malice but out of a desire to surpass. If I climbed a mountain, she would too; if I swam from one side to the other in two minutes, she would try on one side; if I had a boyfriend, she would look for him...—
Carmen suddenly fell silent. Her comfort had led her to let her tongue run away with her.
What's wrong, aunt?
Sergio looked at her fixedly, still thinking as he drove the caravan. If his mother's competitiveness was such that she wanted to surpass her sister, what did that have to do with the boyfriend?
Nothing, just a silly thing, forget it, my mind has wandered off, I was thinking about something else.
Do you know that our parents met around the same time as you two?—Sergio said, seeming to think the idea was utterly stupid.
They met a bit later, but roughly around the same time, yes.
Are you saying she did it out of envy or competitiveness?—
Aunt... No… well, look I don't know... the situation was that when I was with Pedro, she said she wanted a boyfriend too. We went out one day and Mari came intending to find a partner, always saying that you and your uncle and I were very happy, so she wanted that. Your parents danced and met that day – looked at her legs where her hands played with loose thread from the sarong – This I'm telling you, only know I. At some time he had doubts, was bad for a time, but when you were born all disappeared. – She brought her hand to her face, noticing a heat that possessed her and continued looking worried – damn it, Sergio, I think I'm not the right one to tell you this. I don't want you to imagine things that aren't. – Alucino, are you telling me they're together by chance? – No, it's just that from that day on she happened to find your father, love is very capricious. I know it was hard for him at first, but he loves your father very much. Besides, what couple doesn't cost anything? – Oh... – the young man could only say, not noticing his aunt's question. A teenager only understands love as something wonderful, not something complicated. – This Sergio shouldn't have told you, it's something your mother should have told you if she wanted to. I'm really sorry if it makes you feel bad, I'm just so... my tongue has gone off on its own, I hope you'll pretend I didn't say anything. – Aunt, – Carmen felt the agitation of having made a mistake by saying – passed her hand up to her aunt's leg, brushing against her warm skin and smiled to continue – don't worry really, I won't say anything.
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