CHAPTER XXVI
Followed some days of calm, which came as a blessing to recover the forces spent. Dori did not stop lurking around me, trying to find out all the details of the mysterious party for her, knowing that something more than just a birthday had been cooked up there. Fortunately, being in my period made me an invaluable advantage; and it is that, without sex involved, her power of persuasion over me decreased significantly.
Dori was too observant a person to miss the concern that darkened my father's face. The truth is that I had never seen him in such a state before, which had nothing to do with his previous decline. On this occasion, it was evident that the problems that troubled him were not related to family and were more connected to his work; things were now very different.
And as the thing that was tormenting him was none other than having known Luci and at the same time remembering old and glorious times with Merche, he ended up seeking relief in me, as the only one who knew about it, to at least endure the heavy burden that keeping such a grave secret from my mother represented.
It had been a long time since he stopped treating me like a child; however, on this occasion I think he considered me much older than I really was and attributed to me a capacity for discernment quite superior to what I possessed.
What would you do in my place? he asked suddenly.
And that question became so big and thorny for me that I couldn't come up with any satisfactory response.
Perhaps if you were telling mom little by little... was the most that occurred to me.
For me, although he didn't say it, his great dilemma was that he was still in love with Merche more than he even imagined, and that this new bond called Luci that had suddenly appeared in his life, of whose existence he had never known nothing until then, I was finishing up at her expense.
I think Mom will understand... I hinted in my effort to help.
Your mother would have understood if you had told her about it at the right time and not twenty years later. What really keeps me awake is having kept it hidden for so long because that's what I fear she'll never forgive me for.
Don't say anything, I concluded, convinced it was the best course of action—After twenty years of silence, what importance can another twenty years hold?
My father looked at me as if I were some rare creature.
Do you know how I feel?
I imagine so, I replied evasively.
I feel like the vilest and most wretched being that can exist. If I don't confess everything to your mother, it'll be impossible for me to live with her or even look at her; and if I do confess, maybe that would be the end...
Mom loves you too much for something that happened a long time ago to mean the end.
That's the bad part, my son. It's not about something that happened a long time ago, but about something that's happening right now.
I don't understand, Dad.
It's very simple. I always suspected Bea was my daughter, but I couldn't be sure. Now I have no doubt at all because Merche has finally confessed it to me. And to make matters worse, I'm also certain Luci is my daughter too. Which means Merche is not just any woman to me, but the mother of my daughters...
He fell silent as if his vocal cords had suddenly frozen up. It was clear he didn't want to go further with his revelations, that he didn't want to declare that his feelings towards Merche were similar to those he harbored for my mother. Although I couldn't put myself in his shoes, it seemed to me the situation was quite complicated and the only true aid could be... offering herself was limited to continuing to do what she had been doing until then: reserving for myself everything I knew. I suppose my father didn't expect much more from me either.
I also think that Dori finally understood that my reasons for being so reserved were quite powerful.
—Does it have anything to do with Dad? —she asked after a few days of siege.
I didn't say yes or no, and she understood the answer was yes, so from then on she decided not to touch the subject again, instead giving the situation a complete turn.
—Well, I also have a secret —she said, putting on an important face.
—What's it about?
—if I tell you, I'll lose my secret.
—it will still be a secret, even if shared with you.
—it won't be my secret then, but our secret.
—but it would still be a secret in the end.
I knew Dori was determined to reveal the mystery. If she hadn't been trying to do so, she never would have spoken of it. It was simply a matter of waiting for her to decide to speak up. In such cases, I could do best by showing no interest: the less concern I showed about the subject, the greater her desire to open up.
After her period and ready to resume normal sexual activity, she didn't take long to make one of her usual visits to my room. As soon as I saw her appear at the door, I had a feeling that she was going to reveal the important secret she kept and hadn't referred to since first announcing it to me. Of course, I was dying of curiosity to know what it was about, but I made sure not to show it.
Although with Dori I didn't need too many preambles to be ready to pay her the due tribute, I loved that she would get into that playful mood with me to indicate her desire to fuck. I don't know if the '... It's special that I felt distorted by her; the truth and reality is that I found her more beautiful and more of a woman every day, to the point where having her always ready, even my obsession with Viki was decreasing day by day. In fact, since she played the shower trick on me, without speaking of hatred properly said, I had her a little between eye and eyebrow and sometimes desires for revenge would assault me, although I still couldn't find a way to satisfy myself fully.
Dori compensated me sufficiently for all frustration I felt every time I saw Viki strutting in front of us, as if she belonged to a higher class. And things that happen, what most annoyed me was that no matter how much I wanted to convince myself otherwise, I had no choice but to admit that she looked really good and that having sex with her must be one of the most wonderful things in the world. But on this topic, I remained as distant as always and my hopes of achieving such a dream were getting weaker.
—What are you doing?
This was Dori's typical question when she saw me sitting at the PC, busy as always catching up on foreign music news, while she positioned herself behind me, leaned over me, wrapped her arms around me, started caressing my torso and giving me some kisses on the neck or nibbling my ear.
Her caresses always started above the clothes but ended below them. If I was wearing a polo shirt, she would slide her arms through the collar to reach my belly button; if I wore a shirt, all the buttons would soon be undone and she would indulge in my chest. Almost never did these preliminaries end with me being touched by cock, no matter how much it grew and became noticeable under my pants, as if she reserved it for the most critical moments.
I let her do it while I continued my searches for new songs to enter into my already more than inflated repertoire; but Dori's was a demolition work that I couldn't escape from too long. She knew it very well and didn't hurry, limiting herself to continue exploring with her delicate hands all those sensitive points that made my skin prickle and my package acquire the dimensions of great solemnities.
Something that also excited me a lot was feeling her flattened breasts against my back. They didn't stop growing. Looking back, in just two months they had almost doubled their size and my hands were starting to be insufficient to encompass them entirely. They no longer had anything to envy from Barbie and Cati's, and if this development rate continued, soon they could equal those of Viki.
'Is there much left?' she asked impatiently, looking at the monitor screen with a look of boredom.
Dori was like that. The very caresses she lavished on me had the same effect as if I were giving them to her. I had always heard that women's sexuality differs significantly from men's, but in Dori's case, I didn't find many differences. It may be that it was an exceptional case or that between us there existed what they call chemistry. The fact is that whenever either of us wanted it, we would both get equally excited, whether the one doing it or the one receiving it. I think a kind of addiction had been established between us and we couldn't spend too much time apart from each other. It wasn't just about the act of fucking, as this was more often a consequence than an end.
That afternoon, however, it wasn't the case, since the days we'd spent abstaining already demanded immediate compensation. Our mutual understanding had reached such extremes that a simple gesture was enough for us to quickly know what the other wanted. I wanted to always be transparent like clear water, but my character was much less open than hers and it wasn't easy to guess what was bubbling in my head at each moment. For Dori, however, it was almost child's play to read my thoughts, whether because she possessed a special gift for it or because my attitude changed completely in her presence without me even realizing it.
--Do you have much left? --she insisted again before my lack of response.
And since I didn't lack anything at all, what I was doing could wait, so I spun the chair, surprising Dori, who when she wanted to realize what was happening was already sitting on top of me with my arms wrapped firmly around her waist.
She was always precious, but this time more than ever because she was wearing my favorite clothes: a top that covered her breasts and little else and very short pants, both blue sky color, which matched her bronzed skin perfectly. There was nothing about Dori that I didn't love; apart from the obligatory zones, caressing her flat stomach was something that caused me a very singular pleasure, without knowing why, since it didn't happen with anyone else. Maybe it was because I had a different touch that only my hands could detect without this particular impression even passing through my brain to make it conscious. But in situations like these, one of the things Dori liked most was for me to pass my hand between her thighs, her sensitivity increasing the closer I got to her vagina, which was her climax point of pleasure. And the softer I was, the more intense her response would be. Generally, two or three passes were enough for her to automatically wrap her arms around my neck and search anxiously for my mouth with hers to unite them in a kiss that could last all eternity, until we almost forgot to breathe. We had learned to kiss together and that's why our kisses had for both of us a distinct flavor that no other mouth could provide. From one of those kisses, already desire would become unstoppable, our bodies would turn red-hot and there wouldn't be any comfort except for a more or less passionate roll. Because, by habit, my hand would forget her thighs to attack her pussy full-on and hers would end up clinging to my cock, turning it into pure fire due to the high temperature it would reach as soon as I touched it the slightest bit. It's incredible the effect that can cause feeling like a vulva is progressively warming up and getting wet between one's hands. Suddenly all clothing becomes unnecessary and nothing comforts more than feeling skin on skin, as if one needed the other to be able to survive. The dizziness becomes so intense it's hard to remember how each of them got undressed, but evidence shows that it happened because nudity doesn't deceive. Dori and I had never fucked sitting down, although many times we would have started warming up in a similar way. But the urgency must have been much greater than other times, because she didn't hesitate and, rolling around almost impossibly, settled on top of me facing me, shot my dart at her target and initiated such a rocking motion and up-and-down that the movement of her hips could be compared to that of a fragile boat battered by a strong storm in high seas. Only a prolonged first orgasm could calm down the fury unleashed in Dori. I almost felt it as if it were mine, since while her sweaty body was shuddering, she hugged me so tightly that her pleasure tremors seemed to correspond to me. Slowly she recovered her composure, but still stayed stuck to me for a good while and motionless, like still savoring the sweet moment just lived. When she finally separated, the tenderness in her gaze was a confession of the purest affection.
—I don't know what would become of me without you—she murmured.
—The same for me without you.
—Liar—she made a face—. You have many. I only have you.
—I have you and will always have you as long as you want. There's no one like you for me.
—Not even Viki?
—Not even Viki.
—Don't you desire her anymore?
Although more slowly, Dori had restarted her particular belly dance and my cock, fortunate prisoner in such divine prison, began to show the first signs of weakness.
—Frankly—I said after a slight hesitation—, I'm not sure if I still desire her or not.
Knowing that my resistance was reaching its limit, Dori intensified her movements.
—Then—I said with an interrupted voice—, I don't think you're interested in my secret.
—Does it have anything to do with Viki?—I asked with a much more interrupted voice.
—It has everything to do with it, so much that rather than being my secret, it could be said that it's Viki's secret.
—I couldn't reply because, joining mine, my delirium unleashed with such power that even my ability to speak was cut off for a few moments. After several days of accumulation, my ejaculation must have surpassed all the records set until then, since I don't remember ever being so long without stopping and releasing with such intensity.
—I'm unaware of the face I left after such memorable orgasm. The only thing I know is that Dori was staring at me seriously before embracing me, laughing almost hysterically.
—Viki is writing a diary—she told me in my ear.
—Is that the secret?—I asked somewhat disappointed.
—That's Viki's secret.
—Are there more secrets then?
—There's still my secret.
—Didn't you say earlier that your secret was Viki's secret?
—I said almost that my secret is her secret?
—And what does that almost consist of?
—In that Viki doesn't know that I know your secret. —Are we playing word games? —I also know where she keeps her diary. —I suppose it will be locked. —That's what she thinks —she put her hands to her head and took out one of the hairpins that held her long hair back, showing it to me—. Do you know what this is for? —To hold your hair back. —That's just one of its functions. —Yes. It could also be used as a toothpick if needed. —And it can also be used to open Viki's diary lock. —Do you mean you've read her diary without her knowing? —Only some fragments. She made a pause on purpose, aware that my curiosity was already enormous. —What does it say in those fragments? I asked, unable to hide my anxiety. —It says very interesting things... —What does it say? —I think it's better if you read them yourself. —I wouldn't like Viki to know I'm snooping into her affairs. —Nor would I. That's why I do it when she's not home... And right now, she's not home and won't be back for a while. —How long have you been spying on others? —I've done it for you —she looked at me with a frown—. —For you, ungrateful one. I never understood why Viki refuses to sleep with you and I wanted to find out. —And did you find out? Dori got up and put back the top and pants with that extreme skill we all had in the house. —Let's go to my room and you can see for yourself if I found out or not. I always like to respect others' intimacy, but this case was too special for me and, for once, I decided to break the rule. I got dressed quickly and followed Dori to her room, which was also Viki's.http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/2604270/Una-peculiar-familia-27.html
Followed some days of calm, which came as a blessing to recover the forces spent. Dori did not stop lurking around me, trying to find out all the details of the mysterious party for her, knowing that something more than just a birthday had been cooked up there. Fortunately, being in my period made me an invaluable advantage; and it is that, without sex involved, her power of persuasion over me decreased significantly.
Dori was too observant a person to miss the concern that darkened my father's face. The truth is that I had never seen him in such a state before, which had nothing to do with his previous decline. On this occasion, it was evident that the problems that troubled him were not related to family and were more connected to his work; things were now very different.
And as the thing that was tormenting him was none other than having known Luci and at the same time remembering old and glorious times with Merche, he ended up seeking relief in me, as the only one who knew about it, to at least endure the heavy burden that keeping such a grave secret from my mother represented.
It had been a long time since he stopped treating me like a child; however, on this occasion I think he considered me much older than I really was and attributed to me a capacity for discernment quite superior to what I possessed.
What would you do in my place? he asked suddenly.
And that question became so big and thorny for me that I couldn't come up with any satisfactory response.
Perhaps if you were telling mom little by little... was the most that occurred to me.
For me, although he didn't say it, his great dilemma was that he was still in love with Merche more than he even imagined, and that this new bond called Luci that had suddenly appeared in his life, of whose existence he had never known nothing until then, I was finishing up at her expense.
I think Mom will understand... I hinted in my effort to help.
Your mother would have understood if you had told her about it at the right time and not twenty years later. What really keeps me awake is having kept it hidden for so long because that's what I fear she'll never forgive me for.
Don't say anything, I concluded, convinced it was the best course of action—After twenty years of silence, what importance can another twenty years hold?
My father looked at me as if I were some rare creature.
Do you know how I feel?
I imagine so, I replied evasively.
I feel like the vilest and most wretched being that can exist. If I don't confess everything to your mother, it'll be impossible for me to live with her or even look at her; and if I do confess, maybe that would be the end...
Mom loves you too much for something that happened a long time ago to mean the end.
That's the bad part, my son. It's not about something that happened a long time ago, but about something that's happening right now.
I don't understand, Dad.
It's very simple. I always suspected Bea was my daughter, but I couldn't be sure. Now I have no doubt at all because Merche has finally confessed it to me. And to make matters worse, I'm also certain Luci is my daughter too. Which means Merche is not just any woman to me, but the mother of my daughters...
He fell silent as if his vocal cords had suddenly frozen up. It was clear he didn't want to go further with his revelations, that he didn't want to declare that his feelings towards Merche were similar to those he harbored for my mother. Although I couldn't put myself in his shoes, it seemed to me the situation was quite complicated and the only true aid could be... offering herself was limited to continuing to do what she had been doing until then: reserving for myself everything I knew. I suppose my father didn't expect much more from me either.
I also think that Dori finally understood that my reasons for being so reserved were quite powerful.
—Does it have anything to do with Dad? —she asked after a few days of siege.
I didn't say yes or no, and she understood the answer was yes, so from then on she decided not to touch the subject again, instead giving the situation a complete turn.
—Well, I also have a secret —she said, putting on an important face.
—What's it about?
—if I tell you, I'll lose my secret.
—it will still be a secret, even if shared with you.
—it won't be my secret then, but our secret.
—but it would still be a secret in the end.
I knew Dori was determined to reveal the mystery. If she hadn't been trying to do so, she never would have spoken of it. It was simply a matter of waiting for her to decide to speak up. In such cases, I could do best by showing no interest: the less concern I showed about the subject, the greater her desire to open up.
After her period and ready to resume normal sexual activity, she didn't take long to make one of her usual visits to my room. As soon as I saw her appear at the door, I had a feeling that she was going to reveal the important secret she kept and hadn't referred to since first announcing it to me. Of course, I was dying of curiosity to know what it was about, but I made sure not to show it.
Although with Dori I didn't need too many preambles to be ready to pay her the due tribute, I loved that she would get into that playful mood with me to indicate her desire to fuck. I don't know if the '... It's special that I felt distorted by her; the truth and reality is that I found her more beautiful and more of a woman every day, to the point where having her always ready, even my obsession with Viki was decreasing day by day. In fact, since she played the shower trick on me, without speaking of hatred properly said, I had her a little between eye and eyebrow and sometimes desires for revenge would assault me, although I still couldn't find a way to satisfy myself fully.
Dori compensated me sufficiently for all frustration I felt every time I saw Viki strutting in front of us, as if she belonged to a higher class. And things that happen, what most annoyed me was that no matter how much I wanted to convince myself otherwise, I had no choice but to admit that she looked really good and that having sex with her must be one of the most wonderful things in the world. But on this topic, I remained as distant as always and my hopes of achieving such a dream were getting weaker.
—What are you doing?
This was Dori's typical question when she saw me sitting at the PC, busy as always catching up on foreign music news, while she positioned herself behind me, leaned over me, wrapped her arms around me, started caressing my torso and giving me some kisses on the neck or nibbling my ear.
Her caresses always started above the clothes but ended below them. If I was wearing a polo shirt, she would slide her arms through the collar to reach my belly button; if I wore a shirt, all the buttons would soon be undone and she would indulge in my chest. Almost never did these preliminaries end with me being touched by cock, no matter how much it grew and became noticeable under my pants, as if she reserved it for the most critical moments.
I let her do it while I continued my searches for new songs to enter into my already more than inflated repertoire; but Dori's was a demolition work that I couldn't escape from too long. She knew it very well and didn't hurry, limiting herself to continue exploring with her delicate hands all those sensitive points that made my skin prickle and my package acquire the dimensions of great solemnities.
Something that also excited me a lot was feeling her flattened breasts against my back. They didn't stop growing. Looking back, in just two months they had almost doubled their size and my hands were starting to be insufficient to encompass them entirely. They no longer had anything to envy from Barbie and Cati's, and if this development rate continued, soon they could equal those of Viki.
'Is there much left?' she asked impatiently, looking at the monitor screen with a look of boredom.
Dori was like that. The very caresses she lavished on me had the same effect as if I were giving them to her. I had always heard that women's sexuality differs significantly from men's, but in Dori's case, I didn't find many differences. It may be that it was an exceptional case or that between us there existed what they call chemistry. The fact is that whenever either of us wanted it, we would both get equally excited, whether the one doing it or the one receiving it. I think a kind of addiction had been established between us and we couldn't spend too much time apart from each other. It wasn't just about the act of fucking, as this was more often a consequence than an end.
That afternoon, however, it wasn't the case, since the days we'd spent abstaining already demanded immediate compensation. Our mutual understanding had reached such extremes that a simple gesture was enough for us to quickly know what the other wanted. I wanted to always be transparent like clear water, but my character was much less open than hers and it wasn't easy to guess what was bubbling in my head at each moment. For Dori, however, it was almost child's play to read my thoughts, whether because she possessed a special gift for it or because my attitude changed completely in her presence without me even realizing it.
--Do you have much left? --she insisted again before my lack of response.
And since I didn't lack anything at all, what I was doing could wait, so I spun the chair, surprising Dori, who when she wanted to realize what was happening was already sitting on top of me with my arms wrapped firmly around her waist.
She was always precious, but this time more than ever because she was wearing my favorite clothes: a top that covered her breasts and little else and very short pants, both blue sky color, which matched her bronzed skin perfectly. There was nothing about Dori that I didn't love; apart from the obligatory zones, caressing her flat stomach was something that caused me a very singular pleasure, without knowing why, since it didn't happen with anyone else. Maybe it was because I had a different touch that only my hands could detect without this particular impression even passing through my brain to make it conscious. But in situations like these, one of the things Dori liked most was for me to pass my hand between her thighs, her sensitivity increasing the closer I got to her vagina, which was her climax point of pleasure. And the softer I was, the more intense her response would be. Generally, two or three passes were enough for her to automatically wrap her arms around my neck and search anxiously for my mouth with hers to unite them in a kiss that could last all eternity, until we almost forgot to breathe. We had learned to kiss together and that's why our kisses had for both of us a distinct flavor that no other mouth could provide. From one of those kisses, already desire would become unstoppable, our bodies would turn red-hot and there wouldn't be any comfort except for a more or less passionate roll. Because, by habit, my hand would forget her thighs to attack her pussy full-on and hers would end up clinging to my cock, turning it into pure fire due to the high temperature it would reach as soon as I touched it the slightest bit. It's incredible the effect that can cause feeling like a vulva is progressively warming up and getting wet between one's hands. Suddenly all clothing becomes unnecessary and nothing comforts more than feeling skin on skin, as if one needed the other to be able to survive. The dizziness becomes so intense it's hard to remember how each of them got undressed, but evidence shows that it happened because nudity doesn't deceive. Dori and I had never fucked sitting down, although many times we would have started warming up in a similar way. But the urgency must have been much greater than other times, because she didn't hesitate and, rolling around almost impossibly, settled on top of me facing me, shot my dart at her target and initiated such a rocking motion and up-and-down that the movement of her hips could be compared to that of a fragile boat battered by a strong storm in high seas. Only a prolonged first orgasm could calm down the fury unleashed in Dori. I almost felt it as if it were mine, since while her sweaty body was shuddering, she hugged me so tightly that her pleasure tremors seemed to correspond to me. Slowly she recovered her composure, but still stayed stuck to me for a good while and motionless, like still savoring the sweet moment just lived. When she finally separated, the tenderness in her gaze was a confession of the purest affection.
—I don't know what would become of me without you—she murmured.
—The same for me without you.
—Liar—she made a face—. You have many. I only have you.
—I have you and will always have you as long as you want. There's no one like you for me.
—Not even Viki?
—Not even Viki.
—Don't you desire her anymore?
Although more slowly, Dori had restarted her particular belly dance and my cock, fortunate prisoner in such divine prison, began to show the first signs of weakness.
—Frankly—I said after a slight hesitation—, I'm not sure if I still desire her or not.
Knowing that my resistance was reaching its limit, Dori intensified her movements.
—Then—I said with an interrupted voice—, I don't think you're interested in my secret.
—Does it have anything to do with Viki?—I asked with a much more interrupted voice.
—It has everything to do with it, so much that rather than being my secret, it could be said that it's Viki's secret.
—I couldn't reply because, joining mine, my delirium unleashed with such power that even my ability to speak was cut off for a few moments. After several days of accumulation, my ejaculation must have surpassed all the records set until then, since I don't remember ever being so long without stopping and releasing with such intensity.
—I'm unaware of the face I left after such memorable orgasm. The only thing I know is that Dori was staring at me seriously before embracing me, laughing almost hysterically.
—Viki is writing a diary—she told me in my ear.
—Is that the secret?—I asked somewhat disappointed.
—That's Viki's secret.
—Are there more secrets then?
—There's still my secret.
—Didn't you say earlier that your secret was Viki's secret?
—I said almost that my secret is her secret?
—And what does that almost consist of?
—In that Viki doesn't know that I know your secret. —Are we playing word games? —I also know where she keeps her diary. —I suppose it will be locked. —That's what she thinks —she put her hands to her head and took out one of the hairpins that held her long hair back, showing it to me—. Do you know what this is for? —To hold your hair back. —That's just one of its functions. —Yes. It could also be used as a toothpick if needed. —And it can also be used to open Viki's diary lock. —Do you mean you've read her diary without her knowing? —Only some fragments. She made a pause on purpose, aware that my curiosity was already enormous. —What does it say in those fragments? I asked, unable to hide my anxiety. —It says very interesting things... —What does it say? —I think it's better if you read them yourself. —I wouldn't like Viki to know I'm snooping into her affairs. —Nor would I. That's why I do it when she's not home... And right now, she's not home and won't be back for a while. —How long have you been spying on others? —I've done it for you —she looked at me with a frown—. —For you, ungrateful one. I never understood why Viki refuses to sleep with you and I wanted to find out. —And did you find out? Dori got up and put back the top and pants with that extreme skill we all had in the house. —Let's go to my room and you can see for yourself if I found out or not. I always like to respect others' intimacy, but this case was too special for me and, for once, I decided to break the rule. I got dressed quickly and followed Dori to her room, which was also Viki's.http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/2604270/Una-peculiar-familia-27.html
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