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Erica, my half-sister.
CHAPTER 1 (SECOND EXTENSION)
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. He had been separated from my mom for a long time and had formed another family in Córdoba. I wasn't distant from him, but I didn't see him very often since he got married again. In fact, I never even had 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 follow each other on Instagram or Facebook either. It was as if we never got involved with each other, nor did I with her. Well, due to work reasons, a very important job opportunity of my dad's brought them here. Who knows how long they'll stay?
His mom, Sandra, whom I knew and got along well with, would visit us every now and then. She was always very attentive towards me. My mom Laura had also rebuilt her life, so the relationship between my old man and her wasn't bad at all. In fact, he told my mom 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 having some mates with my mom. I was enjoying my university vacation...
MA: Well, Julián, you're going to meet your sister!
ME: Yeah, seems like it, after almost 10 years, haha... but she's not my sister.
MA: Don't be bad, kiddo... 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 would I be excited? MA: Life things. Pass. Besides, according to your father, she's very nice.
ME: We'll see, haha... MA: He gets me pictures sometimes. She's a doll. It was true. Every now and then, my curiosity led me to check out her social media. There wasn't much since I didn't follow her or have her as a friend, but it looked like she was pretty. She had green eyes and seemed tall in the photos. She had a face that seemed to be against being popular. Like those girls who walk by your side without even noticing you. In the images I saw, she had brown hair, slightly reddish. She wore bangs. In short, she was like my old lady said - 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 hosting 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 a bad impression on first sight, especially since I'm always quite awkward. But I couldn't help myself, so I spent hours deciding what to wear. Finally, I put on a black shirt with the BACK TO THE FUTURE design and the DeLorean with flames. Below that, a jean. Whatever God wanted. I imagined her arriving poorly dressed. But good, I wasn't going to disguise myself as something I'm not, je. When the doorbell rang, I felt like it was like a bell from hell. My nerves were stronger than those I felt when I lost my virginity. But why? My old lady went to receive them. Like I said, we had very good relations with them. When she opened the door, a light similar to that of paradise entered. I didn't see my old man and his wife. I saw her. She seemed like an angel. She was tall, with a luciferine gaze. Very pretty. Honestly, she caught anyone's attention. Even mine. Why did I feel this way? 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. YO: Eh... if... Hey! I got out of my trance. It had been quite some time since I saw my old man and almost didn't register it. What a piece of idiot. I couldn't stop looking at her like a salami. She was my half-sister, Erica. But somehow, my attention wouldn't let go of her. Greeted my old man and Sandra. Then directed my gaze towards her. I think she must have noticed me staring at her like an idiot. Already she was 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 of the depths of my soul when I greeted her. What was happening? She barely smiled about it. Must have thought oh, but what an idiot this guy is. ME: Is everything okay?? ERICA: I like your sweater.- Expressed and kept walking, looking at the house. Obviously I stayed there frozen 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 like what I imagined. Didn't give me too much trouble. She was dressed normally too, no big deal that I got myself worked up. A jean with a short dress over it. Her hair was quite red, just like in the photo. She had some small pimples on her face. Yes, she was hot. Like Bella Thorne or Jennifer Lawrence with the fringe, but more beautiful, je. Certainly, I had been impacted. MA: Are you going to stay there?.- Expressed tempted I kept standing at the entrance door like an idiot. I caught up to them. My mom was talking to Sandra and my old man to me. Erica was walking ahead. She looked like What am I doing here?. 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 I did it automatically. She was my old man's daughter and couldn't have that kind of thoughts. Well, by affinity, but his daughter after all. At one point, she spoke to my mom and almost caught me with my eyes on her Booty. If not I can 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.
Plus every 2 meters they would stop
talking about life and didn't finish more.
Erica's face said it all.
She wasn't going to behave with bad manners, but her few friends' face showed.
When I looked at her to include her in the conversation with my old man, she looked away and kept going on hers.
This was going to be hard.
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 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 masturbating, but honestly her body was a magnet.
I felt the worst.
I tried to console my awkwardness by convincing myself it wasn't my blood sister.
But I didn't leave feeling bad.
I don't know.
Neither did I go auto-judge.
She was a girl who caught a lot of attention and the one who is free from sin...
Already in the back (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 meters tall for sure.
She looked at me with a face like I had committed murder and said:
ERI: Do you really 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 going 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?.- Expressed vehemently but lowly.
YO: Eh... no... what do you mean, anyone! - It came out of my mouth
I got hot like a thousand degrees.
I had to get away from her somehow.
ERI: ¡¡You're so weird, guy!! I swear nothing to do with it... I was already ready. He stayed silent for about 5 seconds, looking at me with an incredulous face. What a way to present myself in front of her. Then finally expressed. ERI: It's a joke, dude... what a crazy thing we put up eh...- Exclaimed smiling slightly and leaving content with his mischief. Was I making a joke? What the hell. I entered like a horse. I got it back. I was already seeing myself leave the house, like the kid when they told him thief. What a daughter of a thousand. I was so delirious! 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 like what did you do to me and laughed lowly. Obviously, I did too. Besides, after all, I had wasted part of her time making fun of me. Like I felt important for a second. We chatted together for a while. Erica wasn't giving me much ball. Every now and then she looked at me and laughed at what she had done to me. I tried to get her talking, but she was being important. She was playing the rebel character perfectly. But someone decided to break that ice barrier. MA: Guys, why don't you go to the bakery and buy some pastries, on your way show him a little bit of the neighborhood Erica jumped up immediately. ERI: I didn't leave long enough not to know it jaja.- Responded sincerely and with education. It seemed like she didn't want to accompany me even in hell. That's when Sandra intervened. SAN: Come on, girl... on your way get to know Julian a little better. She turned around and looked at me with a face of is that necessary? My old man made the gesture for her to go. I had never felt so rejected in my life. But finally, she gave in. ERI: It's fine...- Limited herself to saying I, quite uncomfortable with the situation, got up and started walking. She, with a face of certain annoyance, or at least that seemed like it, followed behind me. I wasn't nervous, but slightly uncomfortable. Like I was obligated to pass through her. cross the entrance door, I told her:
I don't have to come if you don't want. I'll go buy it.
Clearly, I made her notice that her annoyance with the situation had been perfectly captured.
ERI: I also don't have anything better to do... let's go!- She expressed. And she started walking towards the street.
Well, thanks!, I thought ironically.
I didn't know if I should talk to her or not.
I thought about trying it only once. I wasn't going to put up with her slights either.
I: 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.
I: I would be the same, having all your life in one place...
ERI: If, good who has hunger?.- She said, showing that she wasn't interested in talking about that topic.
I stayed silent.
It was complicated to follow her train of thought like that.
Besides, I got annoyed quickly, so I preferred to stay quiet and endure the uncomfortable moment.
I think she noticed it. And finally decided to give in a little to her attitude.
ERI: What's up with you, do you have a girlfriend or something?.- She asked without filter
First, I was surprised that she wanted to talk. And second, that question.
I: No, do you?
ERI: No, I don't have a girlfriend, je.
At least she was making a joke.
I: Haha... and boyfriend?
ERI: Do you care?.- She said with her raised eyebrow gesture.
I: It's just a question...- I answered seriously and looking ahead.
If she was going to be so disinterested in me, then I would do the same.
I wasn't going to let it affect me.
ERI: No...- She limited herself to expressing.
I: And do you have friends here?
ERI: Are you from the FBI? haha
I: Well, if you want to talk about football, I don't know...- I expressed with some annoyance
ERI: You're hot stuff... I like it...- She 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 cell phone.
Apparently, she didn't like socializing too much and, less so, as the new one.
She was a difficult person to handle. It was going to cost me. much. And now that we were going to be neighbors in the neighborhood, I was going to have to get used to it. After buying, on the way back, she barely spoke to me. It had been quite a while since I didn't feel that discomfort with someone. In some way, it was understandable. She didn't know me and didn't have to talk about her life. Only hoped that would change. Since I wanted to get along well with her.
The rest of the afternoon passed fairly normally. Every now and then she would speak to me and I would answer nicely. Maybe little by little, she started to open up more. Although always maintained a 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, at times, I felt like I was going to lose sight of her. I don't know what about all her attributes, both personal and physical, found me so interesting. But something did. Clearly.
To start with, she had a natural beauty that formed a kind of magnet. Very attractive. Plus, if there was anything I liked in women, it was that they used hair clips. But, what am I talking about? I shouldn't be like this.
Before she left, Erica spoke to me one last time. Half-looking up at me. ERI: Hey, is there a gym around here anywhere? YO: Yes, three blocks down the street... I didn't know you worked out (although it seemed that way) ERI: Yeah, do you go there? YO: How did you know? haha She looked at me like she didn't want to answer. Made a weird gesture that I interpreted as her noticing she went to the gym but not wanting to say so. And in truth, she was quite in shape.
Well, see you..., she expressed without saying my name. YO: Julian... - I completed it She smiled sideways and turned around halfway to leave with her mother and my 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 had another kind of intention, although I was the only one who knew. I noticed it. As if it were a first and small indication of complicity with me. 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 give me attention. Rarely. Could I have that feeling? I suppose not. But that's how it was. Or maybe I'm exaggerating and it just seems like it, since having a new sister is something atypical for me.
That same night, almost midnight, I was messing around on Face... I tempted myself to check her profile, but surely she would appear in my suggestions, which is so annoying. And 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 that wasn't it. It was a friendship request. I had some pending ones, but what surprised me was when I saw who had entered: Erica Herrera. Yes, that Erica. I stayed like... what?
It was just a social media friend request. Not a proposal of commitment. But still, it took me by surprise. And for the better.
I thought about accepting it immediately, but 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: You're online, kid... are you making it hard to accept? I deleted it... almost fell off the bed! What a young lady! And I hadn't even realized 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 it. Didn't want to give her a reason to get annoyed since we just met. Confirm. I did it. Now everything of hers appeared online. YO: Listooo jaja ERI: Less good... I was going to cancel it ERI: Menos mal... now you're on my list YO: Jajaja ERI: I wanted to ask you something Mmmm. YO: Yes, tell me. What could I say? And at this hour? I was getting intrigued. ERI: What's that gym you're going to? Is it good? Ahh... That was it. I had already started to find it strange. YO: Ah... yes, it's big, good machines, spacious... why? ERI: What did you think it was? Always so sharp in your expressions. YO: Nothing, haha ERI: Okay... and a lot of people go there?? YO: More... no one can fit in jaja ERI: Mmmm I don't know... what do I know... well, thanks! YO: You're welcome! ERI: Kisses Thus she cut off abruptly. Without more. I bid her farewell and continued on my way, it was going to be routine anyway. So I decided not to give it too much importance. What did catch my attention was seeing her profile. So I went to look at it. As expected, it had thousands of photos. One photo caught my eye. She was on the beach in a bikini. I blushed when I saw her. So much 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 left feeling really flustered. She had hair like now, long and with bangs. But what bothered me the most, in some way, were her boobs. I was wrong to look at her. I knew it. But I couldn't stop looking. She had quite a bit of cleavage. It was that or a push-up. Although I leaned more towards the first option. Or rather, I desired it, je. If I couldn't get her beautiful smile out of my head, now her breasts, less than ever. And besides, I felt guilty because of it. I felt like my member would stop working and I wouldn't be able to control it. How had this happened? 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 could 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 else. What a masturbator! I thought. Just because of some breasts. But it was a little more than that. It wasn't just her boobs, I also found her very... beautiful. In the end, it was the type of woman who always looked at me. With all her characteristics. Tall, with a butt, tits, red hair, and clear eyes. It seemed on purpose. More I thought about that, worse it was. I had her paradisiacal. I took her out of the boxer a little bit. Maybe that would pass me by a little bit. Not too long, but thick. I remember that once a girl told me she had a pretty cock haha. Yes. She used those words. But, anyway, that day cost me concentrating on something else to sleep. Finally, I could do it without getting hard. 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 passing by, but nothing about her. We lived two blocks away, but not even crossed paths on the street. My mom also asked if I talked to her. I had hope we would get along. I thought about writing her and inviting her for a walk around here, to show her the neighborhood and me. There were many cool places that might like. But how do you say it without coming across as a pest? I looked at Face contacts and she was online. I thought in my mind how to tell her Hello, want to go for a walk around the neighborhood? So you'll know, Hello, do you feel like going out there? It didn't convince me. Until I came up with a good one. YO: Hello! I just had to respond and done. And after two minutes, it was like that. ERI: Hello, how are you??
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Erica, my half-sister.
CHAPTER 1 (SECOND EXTENSION)
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. He had been separated from my mom for a long time and had formed another family in Córdoba. I wasn't distant from him, but I didn't see him very often since he got married again. In fact, I never even had 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 follow each other on Instagram or Facebook either. It was as if we never got involved with each other, nor did I with her. Well, due to work reasons, a very important job opportunity of my dad's brought them here. Who knows how long they'll stay?
His mom, Sandra, whom I knew and got along well with, would visit us every now and then. She was always very attentive towards me. My mom Laura had also rebuilt her life, so the relationship between my old man and her wasn't bad at all. In fact, he told my mom 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 having some mates with my mom. I was enjoying my university vacation...
MA: Well, Julián, you're going to meet your sister!
ME: Yeah, seems like it, after almost 10 years, haha... but she's not my sister.
MA: Don't be bad, kiddo... 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 would I be excited? MA: Life things. Pass. Besides, according to your father, she's very nice.
ME: We'll see, haha... MA: He gets me pictures sometimes. She's a doll. It was true. Every now and then, my curiosity led me to check out her social media. There wasn't much since I didn't follow her or have her as a friend, but it looked like she was pretty. She had green eyes and seemed tall in the photos. She had a face that seemed to be against being popular. Like those girls who walk by your side without even noticing you. In the images I saw, she had brown hair, slightly reddish. She wore bangs. In short, she was like my old lady said - 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 hosting 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 a bad impression on first sight, especially since I'm always quite awkward. But I couldn't help myself, so I spent hours deciding what to wear. Finally, I put on a black shirt with the BACK TO THE FUTURE design and the DeLorean with flames. Below that, a jean. Whatever God wanted. I imagined her arriving poorly dressed. But good, I wasn't going to disguise myself as something I'm not, je. When the doorbell rang, I felt like it was like a bell from hell. My nerves were stronger than those I felt when I lost my virginity. But why? My old lady went to receive them. Like I said, we had very good relations with them. When she opened the door, a light similar to that of paradise entered. I didn't see my old man and his wife. I saw her. She seemed like an angel. She was tall, with a luciferine gaze. Very pretty. Honestly, she caught anyone's attention. Even mine. Why did I feel this way? 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. YO: Eh... if... Hey! I got out of my trance. It had been quite some time since I saw my old man and almost didn't register it. What a piece of idiot. I couldn't stop looking at her like a salami. She was my half-sister, Erica. But somehow, my attention wouldn't let go of her. Greeted my old man and Sandra. Then directed my gaze towards her. I think she must have noticed me staring at her like an idiot. Already she was 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 of the depths of my soul when I greeted her. What was happening? She barely smiled about it. Must have thought oh, but what an idiot this guy is. ME: Is everything okay?? ERICA: I like your sweater.- Expressed and kept walking, looking at the house. Obviously I stayed there frozen 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 like what I imagined. Didn't give me too much trouble. She was dressed normally too, no big deal that I got myself worked up. A jean with a short dress over it. Her hair was quite red, just like in the photo. She had some small pimples on her face. Yes, she was hot. Like Bella Thorne or Jennifer Lawrence with the fringe, but more beautiful, je. Certainly, I had been impacted. MA: Are you going to stay there?.- Expressed tempted I kept standing at the entrance door like an idiot. I caught up to them. My mom was talking to Sandra and my old man to me. Erica was walking ahead. She looked like What am I doing here?. 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 I did it automatically. She was my old man's daughter and couldn't have that kind of thoughts. Well, by affinity, but his daughter after all. At one point, she spoke to my mom and almost caught me with my eyes on her Booty. If not I can 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.
Plus every 2 meters they would stop
talking about life and didn't finish more.
Erica's face said it all.
She wasn't going to behave with bad manners, but her few friends' face showed.
When I looked at her to include her in the conversation with my old man, she looked away and kept going on hers.
This was going to be hard.
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 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 masturbating, but honestly her body was a magnet.
I felt the worst.
I tried to console my awkwardness by convincing myself it wasn't my blood sister.
But I didn't leave feeling bad.
I don't know.
Neither did I go auto-judge.
She was a girl who caught a lot of attention and the one who is free from sin...
Already in the back (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 meters tall for sure.
She looked at me with a face like I had committed murder and said:
ERI: Do you really 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 going 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?.- Expressed vehemently but lowly.
YO: Eh... no... what do you mean, anyone! - It came out of my mouth
I got hot like a thousand degrees.
I had to get away from her somehow.
ERI: ¡¡You're so weird, guy!! I swear nothing to do with it... I was already ready. He stayed silent for about 5 seconds, looking at me with an incredulous face. What a way to present myself in front of her. Then finally expressed. ERI: It's a joke, dude... what a crazy thing we put up eh...- Exclaimed smiling slightly and leaving content with his mischief. Was I making a joke? What the hell. I entered like a horse. I got it back. I was already seeing myself leave the house, like the kid when they told him thief. What a daughter of a thousand. I was so delirious! 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 like what did you do to me and laughed lowly. Obviously, I did too. Besides, after all, I had wasted part of her time making fun of me. Like I felt important for a second. We chatted together for a while. Erica wasn't giving me much ball. Every now and then she looked at me and laughed at what she had done to me. I tried to get her talking, but she was being important. She was playing the rebel character perfectly. But someone decided to break that ice barrier. MA: Guys, why don't you go to the bakery and buy some pastries, on your way show him a little bit of the neighborhood Erica jumped up immediately. ERI: I didn't leave long enough not to know it jaja.- Responded sincerely and with education. It seemed like she didn't want to accompany me even in hell. That's when Sandra intervened. SAN: Come on, girl... on your way get to know Julian a little better. She turned around and looked at me with a face of is that necessary? My old man made the gesture for her to go. I had never felt so rejected in my life. But finally, she gave in. ERI: It's fine...- Limited herself to saying I, quite uncomfortable with the situation, got up and started walking. She, with a face of certain annoyance, or at least that seemed like it, followed behind me. I wasn't nervous, but slightly uncomfortable. Like I was obligated to pass through her. cross the entrance door, I told her:
I don't have to come if you don't want. I'll go buy it.
Clearly, I made her notice that her annoyance with the situation had been perfectly captured.
ERI: I also don't have anything better to do... let's go!- She expressed. And she started walking towards the street.
Well, thanks!, I thought ironically.
I didn't know if I should talk to her or not.
I thought about trying it only once. I wasn't going to put up with her slights either.
I: 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.
I: I would be the same, having all your life in one place...
ERI: If, good who has hunger?.- She said, showing that she wasn't interested in talking about that topic.
I stayed silent.
It was complicated to follow her train of thought like that.
Besides, I got annoyed quickly, so I preferred to stay quiet and endure the uncomfortable moment.
I think she noticed it. And finally decided to give in a little to her attitude.
ERI: What's up with you, do you have a girlfriend or something?.- She asked without filter
First, I was surprised that she wanted to talk. And second, that question.
I: No, do you?
ERI: No, I don't have a girlfriend, je.
At least she was making a joke.
I: Haha... and boyfriend?
ERI: Do you care?.- She said with her raised eyebrow gesture.
I: It's just a question...- I answered seriously and looking ahead.
If she was going to be so disinterested in me, then I would do the same.
I wasn't going to let it affect me.
ERI: No...- She limited herself to expressing.
I: And do you have friends here?
ERI: Are you from the FBI? haha
I: Well, if you want to talk about football, I don't know...- I expressed with some annoyance
ERI: You're hot stuff... I like it...- She 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 cell phone.
Apparently, she didn't like socializing too much and, less so, as the new one.
She was a difficult person to handle. It was going to cost me. much. And now that we were going to be neighbors in the neighborhood, I was going to have to get used to it. After buying, on the way back, she barely spoke to me. It had been quite a while since I didn't feel that discomfort with someone. In some way, it was understandable. She didn't know me and didn't have to talk about her life. Only hoped that would change. Since I wanted to get along well with her.
The rest of the afternoon passed fairly normally. Every now and then she would speak to me and I would answer nicely. Maybe little by little, she started to open up more. Although always maintained a 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, at times, I felt like I was going to lose sight of her. I don't know what about all her attributes, both personal and physical, found me so interesting. But something did. Clearly.
To start with, she had a natural beauty that formed a kind of magnet. Very attractive. Plus, if there was anything I liked in women, it was that they used hair clips. But, what am I talking about? I shouldn't be like this.
Before she left, Erica spoke to me one last time. Half-looking up at me. ERI: Hey, is there a gym around here anywhere? YO: Yes, three blocks down the street... I didn't know you worked out (although it seemed that way) ERI: Yeah, do you go there? YO: How did you know? haha She looked at me like she didn't want to answer. Made a weird gesture that I interpreted as her noticing she went to the gym but not wanting to say so. And in truth, she was quite in shape.
Well, see you..., she expressed without saying my name. YO: Julian... - I completed it She smiled sideways and turned around halfway to leave with her mother and my 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 had another kind of intention, although I was the only one who knew. I noticed it. As if it were a first and small indication of complicity with me. 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 give me attention. Rarely. Could I have that feeling? I suppose not. But that's how it was. Or maybe I'm exaggerating and it just seems like it, since having a new sister is something atypical for me.
That same night, almost midnight, I was messing around on Face... I tempted myself to check her profile, but surely she would appear in my suggestions, which is so annoying. And 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 that wasn't it. It was a friendship request. I had some pending ones, but what surprised me was when I saw who had entered: Erica Herrera. Yes, that Erica. I stayed like... what?
It was just a social media friend request. Not a proposal of commitment. But still, it took me by surprise. And for the better.
I thought about accepting it immediately, but 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: You're online, kid... are you making it hard to accept? I deleted it... almost fell off the bed! What a young lady! And I hadn't even realized 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 it. Didn't want to give her a reason to get annoyed since we just met. Confirm. I did it. Now everything of hers appeared online. YO: Listooo jaja ERI: Less good... I was going to cancel it ERI: Menos mal... now you're on my list YO: Jajaja ERI: I wanted to ask you something Mmmm. YO: Yes, tell me. What could I say? And at this hour? I was getting intrigued. ERI: What's that gym you're going to? Is it good? Ahh... That was it. I had already started to find it strange. YO: Ah... yes, it's big, good machines, spacious... why? ERI: What did you think it was? Always so sharp in your expressions. YO: Nothing, haha ERI: Okay... and a lot of people go there?? YO: More... no one can fit in jaja ERI: Mmmm I don't know... what do I know... well, thanks! YO: You're welcome! ERI: Kisses Thus she cut off abruptly. Without more. I bid her farewell and continued on my way, it was going to be routine anyway. So I decided not to give it too much importance. What did catch my attention was seeing her profile. So I went to look at it. As expected, it had thousands of photos. One photo caught my eye. She was on the beach in a bikini. I blushed when I saw her. So much 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 left feeling really flustered. She had hair like now, long and with bangs. But what bothered me the most, in some way, were her boobs. I was wrong to look at her. I knew it. But I couldn't stop looking. She had quite a bit of cleavage. It was that or a push-up. Although I leaned more towards the first option. Or rather, I desired it, je. If I couldn't get her beautiful smile out of my head, now her breasts, less than ever. And besides, I felt guilty because of it. I felt like my member would stop working and I wouldn't be able to control it. How had this happened? 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 could 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 else. What a masturbator! I thought. Just because of some breasts. But it was a little more than that. It wasn't just her boobs, I also found her very... beautiful. In the end, it was the type of woman who always looked at me. With all her characteristics. Tall, with a butt, tits, red hair, and clear eyes. It seemed on purpose. More I thought about that, worse it was. I had her paradisiacal. I took her out of the boxer a little bit. Maybe that would pass me by a little bit. Not too long, but thick. I remember that once a girl told me she had a pretty cock haha. Yes. She used those words. But, anyway, that day cost me concentrating on something else to sleep. Finally, I could do it without getting hard. 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 passing by, but nothing about her. We lived two blocks away, but not even crossed paths on the street. My mom also asked if I talked to her. I had hope we would get along. I thought about writing her and inviting her for a walk around here, to show her the neighborhood and me. There were many cool places that might like. But how do you say it without coming across as a pest? I looked at Face contacts and she was online. I thought in my mind how to tell her Hello, want to go for a walk around the neighborhood? So you'll know, Hello, do you feel like going out there? It didn't convince me. Until I came up with a good one. YO: Hello! I just had to respond and done. And after two minutes, it was like that. ERI: Hello, how are you??
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