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CHAPTER 1
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 mother for some time and had formed another family in Córdoba. I wasn't distant from him, but I didn't see him very often since he had remarried. In fact, I never had the opportunity to meet his new daughter, that is, my half-sister Erica. She's 20 years old, the same age as me.
It's incredible that I've never known her, especially when her mom was with my dad Carlos for almost 10 years. We didn't even follow each other on Instagram or Facebook. It seemed like we had never been involved in each other's lives.
As it turned out, my father was coming to work here due to an important job opportunity. Who knows how long they'll stay? I knew his mom Sandra well and she got along great with me. The few times I saw her, she was very nice to me. Honestly, I have nothing bad to say about her.
My old lady Laura had also rebuilt her life, so the relationship between my dad and her remained in good terms. In fact, he told her 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 drinking some mates with my mom. I had vacation time from college and had plenty of free time.
MA: Well, Julián, you're going to meet your sister!
ME: Yeah, seems like it... But she's not my sister
MA: Don't be bad, kiddo...
ME: Politics...
MA: Why are you so resistant?
ME: No, I just say... I don't know her... Never wanted to get to know me either... So why should I be excited?
MA: Life things happen. It passes... Besides, according to your father, she's an excellent person.
ME: We'll see jaja
MA: He told me send photos, sometimes. She's a doll... It was true. Occasionally, 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 seemed she was pretty. Green-eyed... She looked tall in the photos. She had a face that seemed to be against being anti-something. Like those girls who walk by your side and don't even notice 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 imagined her with a strong personality. I don't know why. So much so that days later, when my mom was going to receive them at home, I got up with a bit of stomach ache. I took a bath and changed for the occasion. My old lady looked at me and laughed. But I didn't want to make a bad impression on her first. Especially since I was always a bit awkward. But I couldn't help my nature, so I spent hours deciding what to wear. Finally, I put on a black sweater with the BACK TO THE FUTURE design and the DeLorean with flames. On the bottom, jeans. Whatever God wanted... I imagined her arriving all dressed up, badly. But I wasn't going to disguise myself as something I'm not, je... When the doorbell rang, I felt like it was a bell from hell. My nerves were stronger than those I felt that time 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 those at the entrance of paradise entered the house. Like a shining beam that filled the room. I didn't see my dad or his wife. I saw her. She seemed like an angel. I stood still, frozen. She was tall, as I thought, with a Lucifer-like gaze. Very pretty. She really caught anyone's attention who looked at her. Even mine. I swallowed saliva... Why did I feel that? MA: !Hey! Aren't you going to greet me?- She said. I was totally stunned. Erica remained in the entrance hall, with her hands clasped together in front of her.
YO: Ah... Yeah... Hi!.- Expressed as I emerged from my trance.
It had been quite a while since I'd seen my old man and almost didn't register him.
What a piece of a jerk! I couldn't help but look at her like a salami.
She was my half-sister, Erica.
But like some kind of magnet, my attention wouldn't let go of her.
I greeted my father and Sandra.
Then I directed my gaze towards her.
I think she must have noticed that I was staring at her like an idiot.
Already seeing me looking down at her with a weird face.
I approached her and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.
Hi, she said.
A smile burst out from the depths of my soul as I greeted her.
What was happening to me?
She barely smiled about it.
Must have thought God, but this salami is a dud.
YO: Is everything okay??.- I said, trying not to stutter.
ERI: I like your sweater….- She expressed and continued 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. Honestly...
Even my mom noticed.
Her attitude, rebellious vibe, seemed to be like what I imagined.
Didn't give me too much trouble.
She was dressed normally too, no big deal that I made myself.
A jean with a short dress on top.
Her hair was quite red, more than in the photo I saw.
She had some small pimples on her face.
Yes, she turned me on. Completely.
A style like Bella Thorne or Jennifer Lawrence would go well with her fringe, but even prettier, je.
Certainly, I'd been impacted.
MA: Are you going to stay there?.- She expressed, tempted
I was still standing in the entrance hall like an idiot.
YO: Yes, yes...
I caught up with them.
My mom was talking to Sandra and my dad to me.
Erica was walking ahead.
She had a What am I doing here? look on her face.
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 jeans.
It seemed she had very nice legs.
I knew I had to stop looking. But I did it automatically.
She was... my old man's daughter and I couldn't have those kinds of thoughts. Well, by affinity, but her daughter in the end. Is that right? At one point, she spoke to my old lady and almost made me see myself with my eyes on her Booty. If I can't be more stupid. Safe for a microsecond. Very close... It seemed to have a good attribute behind. It's incredible, I continued talking about her in that way. God... What was going on with me? Had I gone crazy or something? We walked around the house like it was a museum. It wasn't a mansion, but it was quite large. Besides, every two meters they would stop and tell stories of their life and not finish anymore. Erica's face said it all. She wasn't going to behave with bad manners, but her face showed she didn't have many friends. She had no intention of being there socializing. When I looked at her to include her in the conversation with my dad, she would look away and keep talking about herself. Uff... 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 this. But I was digressing. I didn't know if this was true or not. I just tried to decipher her. Another attribute that caught my attention was her front. Sounds very masturbatory, but honestly her body was a magnet. The perfume I smelled when she was near me... I felt the worst. I tried to console my horniness by convincing myself it wasn't my sister by blood. But I didn't stop feeling bad. I don't know... Neither did I judge myself. She was a girl who called 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 speak to me. Finally! I swear that seeing her walking towards me intimidated me. And I wasn't an easy person to intimidate... 1.70 mts tall for sure. She looked at me with a face like I had committed a murder and said: ERI: Do you like my jeans, don't you?.- And raised an eyebrow. The slut. mother... She realized she had looked at her. What was I doing now? What was I dressing up as? I felt like everything could go to hell. That I would accuse her and the shame it would bring.
ERI: Do you think it's okay to look at your sister's butt?
Expressed vehemently, but lowly.
My blood pressure went straight to the floor. To the underground, actually...
YO: Eh! No! What are you saying? Anyone!
It slipped out of my mouth desperately.
I got hot as a thousand degrees.
I had to get away from her somehow.
ERI: ¡What a weirdo, guy!!
YO: I swear it has nothing to do with...
I was already ready.
She stayed silent for five seconds, looking at me with an incredulous face. What a way to present myself to her...
Then she finally expressed herself.
ERI: It's a real shame, kid... We put on quite the show, eh!- She exclaimed, smiling slightly and walking away content with her mischief.
How? Was what I was doing shameful?
I already felt super sweaty...
¡What a curse!
I burst in like a horse...
I ate it up again. Now I could see myself leaving the house, like the kid from number eight when they told him thief. What a daughter of...!
¡How I delirium! 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 got there, Erica looked at me with a face like what a rest you gave me and laughed quietly. Obvious that I did too.
Besides, after all, I had wasted part of her time making fun of myself. Like I felt important for a second.
How beautiful she looked smiling...!
We chatted together for a bit. Not much nonsense was going on. Every now and then she would look at me and laugh at what she had done to me.
I tried to make conversation, but she just acted like it wasn't important. She was playing the perfect rebel character, disinterested in the world...
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 back, show her a bit of the neighborhood.
Erica jumped up right away.
ERI: I didn't leave here long enough for me not... knowing him haha.- She replied sincerely and with education.
It seemed she didn't want to accompany me even a little bit. What a horrible feeling…
That's when Sandra intervened.
SAN: Come on, daughter! On your way, get to know Julian a bit more...- She exclaimed, being a kind of mediator.
She turned around and looked at me with a face that said Is it necessary?
My old man made the gesture for her to go.
I had never felt so rejected in my life. Horrible, je.
But finally, she gave in.
ERI: It's fine...- She limited herself to saying.
I was quite uncomfortable with the situation, so I got up and started walking away.
She came behind me, looking somewhat annoyed, at least that seemed like it.
I wasn't nervous anymore, but still a bit bothered.
It felt like she was obligated to follow me...
As we crossed the entrance door, I commented:
YO: You don't have to come if you don't want. I'm going alone to buy something.- I looked her straight in the eye.
Besides, I made it clear that I had perfectly captured her annoyance with the situation.
ERI: There's nothing better to do either... Let's go!- She expressed. And started walking towards the street.
Well, thanks!, I thought ironically. That makes me feel more at ease...
That afternoon was a compilation of embarrassing moments. Post that I didn't remember having so many in my life... And so close together..
I didn't know if I should talk to her or not.
I thought about trying it just once. I wasn't going to put up with her rejections either.
YO: Are you annoyed at being back from Córdoba, aren't you?
She looked at me half sideways. She also didn't have many reservations about looking directly...
ERI: A bit, but what can be done...- She said, demonstrating that she wasn't interested in talking about that topic.
We were walking. She was a little ahead of me.
YO: I would be the same, having all your life somewhere...
ERI: If you're hungry.- She told me, showing that she wasn't interested in talking about that topic either.
Beyond that, I liked her cinematic phrase, so I stayed silent.
What a complicated thing it was to follow her like this. Besides, I got annoyed quickly, so I preferred to stay quiet and endure the uncomfortable moment.
I think she noticed. And decided... finally, give in a little to her attitude.
ERI: What's up with you, do you have a girlfriend or something?.- Asked without filter.
First I was surprised that she wanted to talk. And second, that question.
YO: No, what about you?
ERI: No, I don't have a girlfriend, je.
At least she was trying to make a joke.
YO: Haha... and boyfriend?
ERI: Do you care?.- Said with her eyebrow raised.
YO: It's just a question...- I answered seriously and looking ahead.
If she was going to be that indifferent with me, then I would do the same.
I wouldn't let it affect me.
ERI: No...- She limited herself to expressing.
YO: And you have friends here?
ERI: What are you from the FBI? haha
YO: Well, if you want to talk about football, I don't know...- I expressed with a certain annoyance.
ERI: You're hot stuff... I like it...- Said with satisfaction. Yes, I have girlfriends I haven't seen in a thousand years…
I think it would be simpler if she answered me correctly each time I asked her something, instead of making me give birth every response...
We arrived at the bakery.
I went to buy and she stayed at the door with her phone.
Apparently, she didn't like socializing too much, and less being the new one.
She was a difficult person to handle. It was going to cost me a lot. There was no doubt about it.
And now that we were going to be neighbors in the neighborhood, I would have to get used to her somehow or other.
After buying, on the way back, she barely spoke to me. She was with her phone, somewhere else.
I hadn't felt that discomfort with someone for a while.
In some way, it was understandable. She didn't know me and had no reason to talk about her life. Added to the fact that they practically forced her to go out with me.
I just hoped that would change. Since I wanted to get along with her.
The rest of the afternoon passed relatively normally, given the circumstances.
Every now and then she would speak to me and I would answer her back.
Maybe little by little, she was starting to open up more. Although she always maintained that kind of distance.
Perhaps it was a compromise, since it was clear that she had immense respect for my old man.
And it was logical... He adopted her as my daughter. During dinner, I would feel like my gaze was drifting towards her sometimes. I don't know what it was about all of her personal and physical attributes that found them so interesting to me. But something did. Clearly. For starters, she had a natural beauty that formed some kind of magnet for my senses. Very attractive... Besides, if there was one thing I liked about women, it was when they wore bangs. But what am I talking about? I shouldn't be like this. Before she left, Erica came back to talk to me one last time. She looked at me from top to bottom. ERI: Hey! Is there a gym around here somewhere? YO: Yes, down that street, three blocks away, there's one... I didn't know you worked out (although it seemed like you did) ERI: Yeah, you go there, don't you? YO: How do you know? haha She looked at me like she didn't want to answer. She made a strange gesture that I interpreted as her noticing she was going to the gym but not wanting to say so. I liked that... And in truth, she was quite fit. See you later..., she expressed without saying my name. Did she really have trouble remembering how to call me? Had no one ever told her? YO: Julian... - I completed it She smiled sideways and turned halfway around to leave with the mother and my old man. Smile? That look she gave, somehow made me blush. I felt that way. What did it mean? It didn't seem like a look you'd give a cousin or brother. It had another kind of intention, although I think I was the only one who noticed. Like it might be a small first sign of complicity with me. I don't know why, but that expression would stay etched in my mind. So much so that I wouldn't stop thinking about her. And the last time I remembered feeling this way was when I wanted a girl to pay attention to me. Rare... Could I have that feeling? I suppose not. But it was like that. Or maybe I'm exaggerating and it seemed like something it wasn't, since having a new sister is unusual for me. When they finally said their goodbyes and I entered my house, I left in autopilot mode for the rest of the day.
In truth, I had been left impacted by having met her in person.
It was a mix of fascination and intrigue that I had never felt before. I didn't know what to think. Although, of course, there was also the circumstance that it would be difficult for me to gain her trust, given her tough personality…
That same night, almost until midnight, I was messing around on Facebook.
I tempted myself in checking out her profile, but surely she would appear as a suggestion, which is a total button-mashing thing. And I decided not to do it.
Why did I generate so much curiosity?
Clearly, I had deposited my attention on her…
A notification popped up.
I looked at the bell and nothing appeared.
Someone commented something and deleted it, I thought.
But that wasn't it.
It was a friendship request.
I had some pending ones, but what a surprise I got when I saw who had entered: Erica Herrera.
Yes, that Erica…
I stayed like What?”
It was just a friendship request on social media. It wasn't a proposal. But, still, it surprised me. And for the better. Not in my plans at that moment.
I thought about accepting it right away, but I didn't want to seem desperate. So I decided to wait.
I kept going around there, thinking about how crazy that day had been.
After a while, while watching videos of little Chinese guys building houses with mud, I got a message in my inbox.
Hey, you're online... Are you making it hard for me to accept? Cancel it, then!
Almost fell off the bed.
What a young lady!
And I hadn't even realized that she could see me.
I replied acting like an idiot.
Ha ha, sorry! I didn't notice.
Immediately stopped what I was doing and went to accept her request.
I didn't want to give her a reason to get angry, since we had just met.
Confirm.
I did it.
Now she appeared in all her online content.
ME: Yay, haha!
ERI: Good thing... I was going to cancel it.
ME: Haha!
ERI: I wanted to ask you something... Mmmm… I: Yes, tell me. What could I say? And at this hour? It was intriguing. ERI: How's that gym you're going to? Is it good? Ahh... That was it. I had been wondering. I: Ah... Yeah, it's great, good machines, spacious... why? ERI: What did you think it was? Always so sharp in your expressions. I: Ha ha, nothing much. ERI: Okay and does a lot of people go there?? I: More... no one can fit the crowd haha ERI: Mmmm don't know what to say... Well, thanks! I: You're welcome! ERI: Kisses Is that all? Without more? She bid me farewell like that. I bid her goodbye and kept going on my way. I soon realized it was going to be routine. So I decided not to give it too much importance. What did catch my curiosity, though, was seeing her profile. So I went to look at it. As expected, she had thousands of photos. But one in particular caught my eye. She was on the beach, in a bikini. I blushed when I saw her. So much so that I decided not to keep looking. She was with what seemed like a friend. With a turquoise outfit. A divine body. I was left flabbergasted, really. She had hair like now, long and with bangs. But what bothered me the most, somehow, were her boobs. I shouldn't be looking at her. I knew it. But I couldn't help myself. She had quite a lot of cleavage. Post that's for sure. It was either 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 was getting hard and I had no control over it. How did this happen? God would surely punish me. And I deserved it. But what am I doing now? Normally, before an excitement, I'd masturbate for sure. I can admit it, I did it regularly. The problem is that the erection I'm presenting now is because of my half-sister. And that sounds terrible. I'm not a degenerate or a masturbator. Now I feel like this... I turned everything off and tried to think about something else. I spun around in bed, but couldn't I could do nothing more. What a masturbator! I thought. Only because of her tits was I like this. But it was a little more than that in the end. It wasn't just her boobs, she also seemed very pretty to me. Deep down, she was the kind of woman who always caught my eye. With all her characteristics. Tall, with an ass, breasts, red hair and clear eyes. She seemed made for it. The more I thought about it, the worse it got. I had it bad. I took her out a little from the box. Maybe that would help me get over it a bit. Lucia was huge, completely stretched out by the pressure... I remember once a girl told me she had a beautiful cock, yeah. She used those words. But anyway, that day cost me concentration on something else to be able to sleep. Although good, I finally managed to do so without masturbating. The following days I didn't hear from Erica. She didn't talk to me or anything like that. I saw my old man twice almost by passing, but nothing from her. We lived two blocks away, but not even crossed paths in the street. My mom also asked if I talked to her. I had hope we would get along. I thought about writing her and inviting her for a walk around here, to show her the neighborhood and whatnot. There were many nice places that might please her. 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 say Hey, want to go for a walk in the neighborhood? So you can get to know it, Hey, feel like going out around here?. None of them convinced me. Until I came up with a good one. YO: Hi! I just had to respond and that's it. And after two minutes, it was. ERI: Hi, how are you?? I was starting to feel nervous again. YO: Fine and you?? ERI: Fine, at home 😒 Yeah, where else would I be... YO: So you went to check out the gym??. That was my secret weapon. Cuack. ERI: Nope... YO: If you want, I'll come with you so you can see it 😂 ERI: Haha It seemed to amuse her. I don't know why, je. YO: What? haha ERI: Are you going to introduce me to people?? Not even crazy 😜
YO: Nah... I just said maybe you're bored
ERI: And what do you know if I'm bored jajajaja
YO: What do I know, since you're new here...
ERI: Do you want to integrate me??
No could handle your genius, eh.
What a girl, I thought.
YO: Bue... Just say when you want to go out for a bit, tell me...
I had gotten a little annoyed.
ERI: Jaja that's the hot stuff... Okay, I'll keep it in mind!
It was driving me crazy that she answered like that.
One tries to socialize. God…
YO: Nah... I don't get worked up... But okay, anything...
ERI: Oka, thanks anyway
YO: 👍
I felt like a jerk.
Obviously, that was going to be the last time I wrote her.
It couldn't be so anti.
If it got me this way when I'm normal, I can't imagine how I would do if she found out I stopped caring about her with a photo of her in a bikini...
It would probably be my death.
What good that she was never going to find out.
Ja.
In the end, I had already offered to spend time together, it was up to her to accept or not.
Although I recognize that attitude, although it annoyed me, I found it interesting in some way.
Later that day, I played soccer with friends.
I had the bad idea of telling them about the current situation.
The only thing I got from their side was Is she okay? How is she? Does she have a boyfriend?
It's not worth going into details. Just that I got rid of them almost by sending them to hell, almost.
While taking a Coke on the pitch and fooling around with my phone, I saw Erica had posted a photo.
She was with some friends and the same one said I miss them 😢.
It made sense. I, for all that sometimes I wanted to kill them, couldn't be without my friends.
And she now had them thousands of kilometers away.
Did this mean I had to be more understanding towards her?
Maybe.
But I didn't like constant rejection either.
Well, if there was an opportunity to be gentle with her, I would do it. And nothing else.
What I thought was that since the day I met her at my house, whether due to one thing or another, I couldn't... get it out of my head. For moments I tried to convince myself that it was something prohibited, having thoughts about her. At least, the thoughts I had. Like her smiling face, her freckles, her... breasts. God! Just saying it makes me feel a tremendous shame. I couldn't see her as an ordinary woman. I had to make my brain understand that every time it made me relive that photo in mesh, which I had seen on Facebook. I knew it by heart already. Admit it. Several times I had gone back to her profile to look at her. Like now, when all my friends were waiting for the second half and I was like a fool with my phone. What a disaster! I wonder what they would say if they knew who I was thinking of. They'd fall off their chairs. Looking at her sister. Actually, stepsister. There's a big difference... So that's how things were going to present another opportunity to interact with Erica. My old man had organized his first barbecue since his return and wanted to bring together his two families. Maybe it could be a great chance to socialize a bit. But of course, this time I was going to set the limits. I wasn't going to let her treat me like someone insignificant again. And maybe that's what, in some way, attracted me to her. Her disinterest. Although that didn't explain my excitement at seeing her or imagining her in less clothes. Well, that day was going to be, at least, interesting. And time would give me reason... We arrived at their new house around noon. In that neighborhood all the houses were mansions. She received us, my old lady and me, with a drink in the backyard. My dad was by the grill, setting everything up. The one who wasn't there was Erica, according to Sandra, who was doing some things in her room. They had a nice backyard with a pool and everything. Very suitable for parties, especially with the quincho or zoom, as they call it now. I talked to my dad for a bit and he told me about the great sacrifice They had made plans with their family to come to Buenos Aires. Although he justified it, with the job he had managed to get. It was a great economic opportunity.
I got bored a bit with the details, but he left me clear that it was one of those chances that few times have in life. And they decided to take it.
Afterward, he told me to be patient with Erica, make her feel at home and blah blah. Fatherly things. Adoptive in this case, but father in the end.
With my dad's sermon, I had taken so much liquid that I got terrible urges to go to the bathroom.
I asked Sandra for permission and headed towards it.
They had a terrible house. Huge.
I had to walk a good while to find the hallway that led to the bathroom.
Luckily, it was empty.
The door was slightly open and the light was off.
I had so many urges I started undressing before entering. I have that habit.
But something would happen that would totally change my plans. And my life!
I'll never forget that moment.
The bathroom wasn't empty. God...
It was Erica, wrapped in a towel. She just got out of the shower.
I opened my eyes like an idiot.
She was all wet and her red hair fell over her body, above her breasts and the towel. You couldn't see anything. But there it was.
On top of that, a jerk like me. Instead of turning around and leaving immediately, I stayed looking at her, stunned.
Obviously it was reflexive, but I could observe the white skin of her boobs.
The smoothness of her legs.
What are you doing, guy!- She shouted angrily.
Her face...
When I could react, I wanted to die.
She had a tremendous expression of annoyance.
ME: Sorry!
ERI: Don't I shower with the light on? Can't you see the light coming in from outside?.- She scolded, holding onto the towel so it wouldn't fall off.
ME: A thousand apologies... It was open and I entered.- I limited myself to expressing very nervously.
ERI: Stop making excuses and get out of the bathroom already... Guy!.- She said very annoyed.
On top of Everything was still there, standing still. Now it was my death. I got out before she could kill me. I remember the frustration I felt. If before I had to push her, now I needed the strength of a rocket to move forward with her. What bad luck! And on top of that, her gestures... I didn't want to imagine what would come next... When I was leaving and walking down the hallway, she came out too. ERI: Use it now... Degenerate!.- She expressed as if wanting to hang me from a tree, going to her room. She walked away barefoot, with only a towel barely covering her booty. The perfect curve of that part was noticeable. Terrible mess and I thinking about that... Incredible. I had sweated like crazy and my forehead was dripping. Reality is that I wasn't to blame. But without a doubt, I already found myself facing a big obstacle. After taking care of my needs, I went back to the table. I imagined Erica making a scene there, in front of everyone. I was worried. Very resigned. I wanted to get out of there. Then she came out with a face that few friends would want to see. I expected her to say what had happened. That it hadn't been anything, but she could twist it quietly. She greeted me with a terrible butt face, but didn't say anything. She sat down and just looked at me badly. I got out of there cheaply. But still, I was at her mercy. She came dressed in a white blouse. It was loose from the bottom, but seemed to be adjusted by the blue corset underneath. And also, she wore a very short jean short with black sandals. To top it off, her wet hair and lined eyes... What can I say? Very beautiful. But of course, she wasn't speaking to me and would occasionally look at me badly. I would respond with the gesture what am I going to do? As I said, I'm not going to let her intimidate me. So if she treated me indifferently, I would do exactly the same. And that's how it was for the rest of the day. surprised by that.
Since I didn't say a word and I also made myself important.
The only thing that could complicate my existence was if they had made a scene about the bathroom, but they didn't, nor would they. So, I had already relaxed.
When I started lifting what was left on the table to help, she came suspiciously behind me.
ERI: Stay calm, I'm not going to say anything...- She expressed, making herself seem in control of the situation.
YO: What about?.- I replied indifferently.
ERI: About how you entered the bathroom while I was changing, naked...- She exclaimed seriously.
YO: Sorry, but I didn't see you naked… Besides, you're the only person who takes a bath with the light off and the door open. It's not my fault.- I responded and kept going.
I put things on the table, in front of her gaze.
ERI: Ahh, no?...- She expressed in a playful tone.
YO: Nope.- I said convinced.
ERI: And what about you staying there looking at me either?.- She exclaimed defiantly. And to make it worse, she looked divine doing it…
YO: I wasn't looking at you... What are you saying?
ERI: Yes... They say I'm a fool... I saw how you were staring at my tits...
I was right.
But did it show that much?
Anyway, I had to get out of there.
YO: Nothing to do with it... I was just explaining that it was unintentional.- I replied with some attempt at maturity.
ERI: Yes, of course, you were doing it looking at me in the eyes.- And she grabbed her tits, as if squeezing them. Like they got stuck between her fingers. No…
I was surprised that she did that. It caught my attention because of the way. Like teasing me, biting her lips.
But also bothered me. Someone could see us.
YO: What are you doing?? Are you crazy??.- I said something pursued, looking around everywhere.
It seemed like she enjoyed doing it.
ERI: Nervous? haha
YO: And what do you think...
ERI: But if you entered for that reason, no?.- She said with a devilish face.
YO: For what?.- I replied disoriented.
ERI: To see me... Don't you, pig?.- And she bit her lower lip making fff and lifting her gaze.
I was left stunned.
Never thought that it would have... a attitude like that with me. Put me in a tight spot. I was red-faced. If someone had seen it? ERI: You get red... Did you see? I was right... YO: Eh... No… Nothing to do with it Had clearly tilted the balance. I felt anxious. Incredible how little my plan had worked. It had disintegrated into pieces. And she was far from giving up. ERI: If you'd asked me, maybe I would have shown you, at least don't spy on me...- She exclaimed very provocatively, almost out of place would say. I felt like sinking in her swamp. The way she stabbed me with a look. I felt like she had left me hanging just by looking at me. Spine-chilling. But what had I said? Was I going crazy? Why were you saying those things? YO: What?- I answered stammering ERI: And I know... It was an unexpected situation totally. But something was starting to happen. Under that shame that made me feel, I was starting to get excited. Inside the jeans, I started feeling like my member was getting hard. Couldn't be. Not again! And less so in her presence… I had almost backed myself against the table, just with gestures and words. I had to get out of there somehow. Later I would have time to think. YO: You're crazy...- I said and prepared to run away from there. ERI: Ha ha what a relief...- She let out with a laugh. She didn't stop me and stayed laughing at the evil she had done. She wanted to make it seem like I was going crazy. But I knew that wasn't so. Something in her gaze told me. I noticed, with certain perversity. Perversion that caught me. I couldn't think of anything else for the rest of the time I was there. I barely ate dessert. She said two or three words to the old folks. But it was just to act like a fool. I could see in her eyes how she constantly challenged me. Is this her way of fraternizing? It would be very rare if that were so. There are limits. Touching herself in front of me? In that way? Impossible. Impossible not to think of anything else. As I left, she greeted me as if nothing had happened. There would have been nothing. However, their gazes spoke for themselves. I was restless for the rest of the day. And yes. Excited too. Quite. If originally I couldn't stop thinking about the lifeless state of a photograph, now I wouldn't get Erica out of my head that way. Touching her breasts so vulgarly. Talking to me inappropriately. I think I noticed the relief of her nipples when she touched herself. God! What am I saying? Am I crazy? Or is it something important? Could she show herself naked with me? She was probably just trying to annoy me. Or not? As I was breaking my head thinking about that. I repeat, it's not good to think about that. But what could be the worst? After all, she wasn't my biological daughter or my father's or mother's. Even so, it's very rare. I don't have to look for cheap excuses. Maybe it's my way of handling guilt. But that day I wouldn't be able to hold back the urge to masturbate. Really. That's how it was, that night in my room about to do it. I had locked the door and was wearing boxers on my bed with a notebook. No matter how much I wanted to control myself, it would be impossible. I took it out, lowering my underwear a little, while watching Traci Lords, one of the most beautiful actresses in history. I was ready to do it. Even, it would be unnatural if I didn't... When I was about to start jerking off my thick and veiny trunk, a notification from Facebook Messenger popped up. And now who? God... It was Erica again. How rare for her to talk to me at this hour. ERI: You looked pretty today 😜 Still had the urge to keep annoying me. Incredible... YO: Nothing special... I made myself indifferent, but yes, I had been left affected, je. ERI: You didn't see your face 😂 YO: Not every day am I accused of being degenerate... ERI: And... a little bit you are 🙄 YO: Ah yes? And why? ERI: Although you don't admit it, I saw you staring at me piggyback 😯 YO: Sorry, but I didn't start rubbing myself in front of you... ERI: Not yet jaja
I: Bua...
I was a bit annoyed by her attitude, but somehow I was already relating to her.
E: I have to admit that you're my only entertainment 😂
I: Yes... I realized 😒
E: Just came close and you started crying jeje
I: Are you always like this??
E: No. I can be worse 😎
I: I don't want to know jaja
E: Mmm, you made me more courageous...
Or are you provoking me again?
What's going on?
I: More courageous?? Jaja
E: Yes. Not so little boy 🙄
I: Haha, take it easy
E: And yes... haha but good, I'll leave you like this so you don't cry anymore.
I: Haha you're crazy...
E: Schedule me on WhatsApp
She passed me her number.
I: Okay
E: You can keep touching yourself. Besis 😘
But what kind of witchcraft is that?
How did she know...?
God haha
I: Haha, I didn't stop... kisses!!
We disconnected without more.
It was probably said to calm me down.
It wasn't a fortune teller.
Or was it? Jaja
She had a very nice profile picture.
What eyes.
I sent her a message so she could leave a record.
I thought about it for a while, but didn't see it.
I turned off the computer and stayed with my phone.
I was still very excited and my member was outside the boxers, super standing.
Why couldn't I get Erica, my half-sister out of my mind?
I didn't want to jerk off thinking about her.
It was terrible that way.
Unacceptable.
But, anyway, I was caressing my gland with my hand by reflex.
I had reserved a seat in hell, surely.
It seems that at one moment I fell asleep like this.
And I did it like a baby.
What relax...
In the morning, I started waking up from sleep.
I could still feel that pleasure.
I don't remember what I was dreaming about, but it must have been divine, since I felt an incredible erection, just like every morning, je.
Maybe I was dreaming that I was with someone, since I could perceive a pleasant sensation that ran along my leg.
What nice!
While coming back to myself, opening my eyes, I was close to jumping out of bed.
On the side, Erica was sitting, with a wicked smile on her face and her hand in My leg. I was just covered with the sheet and had that excitement of those. ERI: Good morning, degenerate! - Expressed ironic.
CHAPTER 1
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 mother for some time and had formed another family in Córdoba. I wasn't distant from him, but I didn't see him very often since he had remarried. In fact, I never had the opportunity to meet his new daughter, that is, my half-sister Erica. She's 20 years old, the same age as me.
It's incredible that I've never known her, especially when her mom was with my dad Carlos for almost 10 years. We didn't even follow each other on Instagram or Facebook. It seemed like we had never been involved in each other's lives.
As it turned out, my father was coming to work here due to an important job opportunity. Who knows how long they'll stay? I knew his mom Sandra well and she got along great with me. The few times I saw her, she was very nice to me. Honestly, I have nothing bad to say about her.
My old lady Laura had also rebuilt her life, so the relationship between my dad and her remained in good terms. In fact, he told her 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 drinking some mates with my mom. I had vacation time from college and had plenty of free time.
MA: Well, Julián, you're going to meet your sister!
ME: Yeah, seems like it... But she's not my sister
MA: Don't be bad, kiddo...
ME: Politics...
MA: Why are you so resistant?
ME: No, I just say... I don't know her... Never wanted to get to know me either... So why should I be excited?
MA: Life things happen. It passes... Besides, according to your father, she's an excellent person.
ME: We'll see jaja
MA: He told me send photos, sometimes. She's a doll... It was true. Occasionally, 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 seemed she was pretty. Green-eyed... She looked tall in the photos. She had a face that seemed to be against being anti-something. Like those girls who walk by your side and don't even notice 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 imagined her with a strong personality. I don't know why. So much so that days later, when my mom was going to receive them at home, I got up with a bit of stomach ache. I took a bath and changed for the occasion. My old lady looked at me and laughed. But I didn't want to make a bad impression on her first. Especially since I was always a bit awkward. But I couldn't help my nature, so I spent hours deciding what to wear. Finally, I put on a black sweater with the BACK TO THE FUTURE design and the DeLorean with flames. On the bottom, jeans. Whatever God wanted... I imagined her arriving all dressed up, badly. But I wasn't going to disguise myself as something I'm not, je... When the doorbell rang, I felt like it was a bell from hell. My nerves were stronger than those I felt that time 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 those at the entrance of paradise entered the house. Like a shining beam that filled the room. I didn't see my dad or his wife. I saw her. She seemed like an angel. I stood still, frozen. She was tall, as I thought, with a Lucifer-like gaze. Very pretty. She really caught anyone's attention who looked at her. Even mine. I swallowed saliva... Why did I feel that? MA: !Hey! Aren't you going to greet me?- She said. I was totally stunned. Erica remained in the entrance hall, with her hands clasped together in front of her.
YO: Ah... Yeah... Hi!.- Expressed as I emerged from my trance.
It had been quite a while since I'd seen my old man and almost didn't register him.
What a piece of a jerk! I couldn't help but look at her like a salami.
She was my half-sister, Erica.
But like some kind of magnet, my attention wouldn't let go of her.
I greeted my father and Sandra.
Then I directed my gaze towards her.
I think she must have noticed that I was staring at her like an idiot.
Already seeing me looking down at her with a weird face.
I approached her and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.
Hi, she said.
A smile burst out from the depths of my soul as I greeted her.
What was happening to me?
She barely smiled about it.
Must have thought God, but this salami is a dud.
YO: Is everything okay??.- I said, trying not to stutter.
ERI: I like your sweater….- She expressed and continued 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. Honestly...
Even my mom noticed.
Her attitude, rebellious vibe, seemed to be like what I imagined.
Didn't give me too much trouble.
She was dressed normally too, no big deal that I made myself.
A jean with a short dress on top.
Her hair was quite red, more than in the photo I saw.
She had some small pimples on her face.
Yes, she turned me on. Completely.
A style like Bella Thorne or Jennifer Lawrence would go well with her fringe, but even prettier, je.
Certainly, I'd been impacted.
MA: Are you going to stay there?.- She expressed, tempted
I was still standing in the entrance hall like an idiot.
YO: Yes, yes...
I caught up with them.
My mom was talking to Sandra and my dad to me.
Erica was walking ahead.
She had a What am I doing here? look on her face.
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 jeans.
It seemed she had very nice legs.
I knew I had to stop looking. But I did it automatically.
She was... my old man's daughter and I couldn't have those kinds of thoughts. Well, by affinity, but her daughter in the end. Is that right? At one point, she spoke to my old lady and almost made me see myself with my eyes on her Booty. If I can't be more stupid. Safe for a microsecond. Very close... It seemed to have a good attribute behind. It's incredible, I continued talking about her in that way. God... What was going on with me? Had I gone crazy or something? We walked around the house like it was a museum. It wasn't a mansion, but it was quite large. Besides, every two meters they would stop and tell stories of their life and not finish anymore. Erica's face said it all. She wasn't going to behave with bad manners, but her face showed she didn't have many friends. She had no intention of being there socializing. When I looked at her to include her in the conversation with my dad, she would look away and keep talking about herself. Uff... 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 this. But I was digressing. I didn't know if this was true or not. I just tried to decipher her. Another attribute that caught my attention was her front. Sounds very masturbatory, but honestly her body was a magnet. The perfume I smelled when she was near me... I felt the worst. I tried to console my horniness by convincing myself it wasn't my sister by blood. But I didn't stop feeling bad. I don't know... Neither did I judge myself. She was a girl who called 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 speak to me. Finally! I swear that seeing her walking towards me intimidated me. And I wasn't an easy person to intimidate... 1.70 mts tall for sure. She looked at me with a face like I had committed a murder and said: ERI: Do you like my jeans, don't you?.- And raised an eyebrow. The slut. mother... She realized she had looked at her. What was I doing now? What was I dressing up as? I felt like everything could go to hell. That I would accuse her and the shame it would bring.
ERI: Do you think it's okay to look at your sister's butt?
Expressed vehemently, but lowly.
My blood pressure went straight to the floor. To the underground, actually...
YO: Eh! No! What are you saying? Anyone!
It slipped out of my mouth desperately.
I got hot as a thousand degrees.
I had to get away from her somehow.
ERI: ¡What a weirdo, guy!!
YO: I swear it has nothing to do with...
I was already ready.
She stayed silent for five seconds, looking at me with an incredulous face. What a way to present myself to her...
Then she finally expressed herself.
ERI: It's a real shame, kid... We put on quite the show, eh!- She exclaimed, smiling slightly and walking away content with her mischief.
How? Was what I was doing shameful?
I already felt super sweaty...
¡What a curse!
I burst in like a horse...
I ate it up again. Now I could see myself leaving the house, like the kid from number eight when they told him thief. What a daughter of...!
¡How I delirium! 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 got there, Erica looked at me with a face like what a rest you gave me and laughed quietly. Obvious that I did too.
Besides, after all, I had wasted part of her time making fun of myself. Like I felt important for a second.
How beautiful she looked smiling...!
We chatted together for a bit. Not much nonsense was going on. Every now and then she would look at me and laugh at what she had done to me.
I tried to make conversation, but she just acted like it wasn't important. She was playing the perfect rebel character, disinterested in the world...
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 back, show her a bit of the neighborhood.
Erica jumped up right away.
ERI: I didn't leave here long enough for me not... knowing him haha.- She replied sincerely and with education.
It seemed she didn't want to accompany me even a little bit. What a horrible feeling…
That's when Sandra intervened.
SAN: Come on, daughter! On your way, get to know Julian a bit more...- She exclaimed, being a kind of mediator.
She turned around and looked at me with a face that said Is it necessary?
My old man made the gesture for her to go.
I had never felt so rejected in my life. Horrible, je.
But finally, she gave in.
ERI: It's fine...- She limited herself to saying.
I was quite uncomfortable with the situation, so I got up and started walking away.
She came behind me, looking somewhat annoyed, at least that seemed like it.
I wasn't nervous anymore, but still a bit bothered.
It felt like she was obligated to follow me...
As we crossed the entrance door, I commented:
YO: You don't have to come if you don't want. I'm going alone to buy something.- I looked her straight in the eye.
Besides, I made it clear that I had perfectly captured her annoyance with the situation.
ERI: There's nothing better to do either... Let's go!- She expressed. And started walking towards the street.
Well, thanks!, I thought ironically. That makes me feel more at ease...
That afternoon was a compilation of embarrassing moments. Post that I didn't remember having so many in my life... And so close together..
I didn't know if I should talk to her or not.
I thought about trying it just once. I wasn't going to put up with her rejections either.
YO: Are you annoyed at being back from Córdoba, aren't you?
She looked at me half sideways. She also didn't have many reservations about looking directly...
ERI: A bit, but what can be done...- She said, demonstrating that she wasn't interested in talking about that topic.
We were walking. She was a little ahead of me.
YO: I would be the same, having all your life somewhere...
ERI: If you're hungry.- She told me, showing that she wasn't interested in talking about that topic either.
Beyond that, I liked her cinematic phrase, so I stayed silent.
What a complicated thing it was to follow her like this. Besides, I got annoyed quickly, so I preferred to stay quiet and endure the uncomfortable moment.
I think she noticed. And decided... finally, give in a little to her attitude.
ERI: What's up with you, do you have a girlfriend or something?.- Asked without filter.
First I was surprised that she wanted to talk. And second, that question.
YO: No, what about you?
ERI: No, I don't have a girlfriend, je.
At least she was trying to make a joke.
YO: Haha... and boyfriend?
ERI: Do you care?.- Said with her eyebrow raised.
YO: It's just a question...- I answered seriously and looking ahead.
If she was going to be that indifferent with me, then I would do the same.
I wouldn't let it affect me.
ERI: No...- She limited herself to expressing.
YO: And you have friends here?
ERI: What are you from the FBI? haha
YO: Well, if you want to talk about football, I don't know...- I expressed with a certain annoyance.
ERI: You're hot stuff... I like it...- Said with satisfaction. Yes, I have girlfriends I haven't seen in a thousand years…
I think it would be simpler if she answered me correctly each time I asked her something, instead of making me give birth every response...
We arrived at the bakery.
I went to buy and she stayed at the door with her phone.
Apparently, she didn't like socializing too much, and less being the new one.
She was a difficult person to handle. It was going to cost me a lot. There was no doubt about it.
And now that we were going to be neighbors in the neighborhood, I would have to get used to her somehow or other.
After buying, on the way back, she barely spoke to me. She was with her phone, somewhere else.
I hadn't felt that discomfort with someone for a while.
In some way, it was understandable. She didn't know me and had no reason to talk about her life. Added to the fact that they practically forced her to go out with me.
I just hoped that would change. Since I wanted to get along with her.
The rest of the afternoon passed relatively normally, given the circumstances.
Every now and then she would speak to me and I would answer her back.
Maybe little by little, she was starting to open up more. Although she always maintained that kind of distance.
Perhaps it was a compromise, since it was clear that she had immense respect for my old man.
And it was logical... He adopted her as my daughter. During dinner, I would feel like my gaze was drifting towards her sometimes. I don't know what it was about all of her personal and physical attributes that found them so interesting to me. But something did. Clearly. For starters, she had a natural beauty that formed some kind of magnet for my senses. Very attractive... Besides, if there was one thing I liked about women, it was when they wore bangs. But what am I talking about? I shouldn't be like this. Before she left, Erica came back to talk to me one last time. She looked at me from top to bottom. ERI: Hey! Is there a gym around here somewhere? YO: Yes, down that street, three blocks away, there's one... I didn't know you worked out (although it seemed like you did) ERI: Yeah, you go there, don't you? YO: How do you know? haha She looked at me like she didn't want to answer. She made a strange gesture that I interpreted as her noticing she was going to the gym but not wanting to say so. I liked that... And in truth, she was quite fit. See you later..., she expressed without saying my name. Did she really have trouble remembering how to call me? Had no one ever told her? YO: Julian... - I completed it She smiled sideways and turned halfway around to leave with the mother and my old man. Smile? That look she gave, somehow made me blush. I felt that way. What did it mean? It didn't seem like a look you'd give a cousin or brother. It had another kind of intention, although I think I was the only one who noticed. Like it might be a small first sign of complicity with me. I don't know why, but that expression would stay etched in my mind. So much so that I wouldn't stop thinking about her. And the last time I remembered feeling this way was when I wanted a girl to pay attention to me. Rare... Could I have that feeling? I suppose not. But it was like that. Or maybe I'm exaggerating and it seemed like something it wasn't, since having a new sister is unusual for me. When they finally said their goodbyes and I entered my house, I left in autopilot mode for the rest of the day.
In truth, I had been left impacted by having met her in person.
It was a mix of fascination and intrigue that I had never felt before. I didn't know what to think. Although, of course, there was also the circumstance that it would be difficult for me to gain her trust, given her tough personality…
That same night, almost until midnight, I was messing around on Facebook.
I tempted myself in checking out her profile, but surely she would appear as a suggestion, which is a total button-mashing thing. And I decided not to do it.
Why did I generate so much curiosity?
Clearly, I had deposited my attention on her…
A notification popped up.
I looked at the bell and nothing appeared.
Someone commented something and deleted it, I thought.
But that wasn't it.
It was a friendship request.
I had some pending ones, but what a surprise I got when I saw who had entered: Erica Herrera.
Yes, that Erica…
I stayed like What?”
It was just a friendship request on social media. It wasn't a proposal. But, still, it surprised me. And for the better. Not in my plans at that moment.
I thought about accepting it right away, but I didn't want to seem desperate. So I decided to wait.
I kept going around there, thinking about how crazy that day had been.
After a while, while watching videos of little Chinese guys building houses with mud, I got a message in my inbox.
Hey, you're online... Are you making it hard for me to accept? Cancel it, then!
Almost fell off the bed.
What a young lady!
And I hadn't even realized that she could see me.
I replied acting like an idiot.
Ha ha, sorry! I didn't notice.
Immediately stopped what I was doing and went to accept her request.
I didn't want to give her a reason to get angry, since we had just met.
Confirm.
I did it.
Now she appeared in all her online content.
ME: Yay, haha!
ERI: Good thing... I was going to cancel it.
ME: Haha!
ERI: I wanted to ask you something... Mmmm… I: Yes, tell me. What could I say? And at this hour? It was intriguing. ERI: How's that gym you're going to? Is it good? Ahh... That was it. I had been wondering. I: Ah... Yeah, it's great, good machines, spacious... why? ERI: What did you think it was? Always so sharp in your expressions. I: Ha ha, nothing much. ERI: Okay and does a lot of people go there?? I: More... no one can fit the crowd haha ERI: Mmmm don't know what to say... Well, thanks! I: You're welcome! ERI: Kisses Is that all? Without more? She bid me farewell like that. I bid her goodbye and kept going on my way. I soon realized it was going to be routine. So I decided not to give it too much importance. What did catch my curiosity, though, was seeing her profile. So I went to look at it. As expected, she had thousands of photos. But one in particular caught my eye. She was on the beach, in a bikini. I blushed when I saw her. So much so that I decided not to keep looking. She was with what seemed like a friend. With a turquoise outfit. A divine body. I was left flabbergasted, really. She had hair like now, long and with bangs. But what bothered me the most, somehow, were her boobs. I shouldn't be looking at her. I knew it. But I couldn't help myself. She had quite a lot of cleavage. Post that's for sure. It was either 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 was getting hard and I had no control over it. How did this happen? God would surely punish me. And I deserved it. But what am I doing now? Normally, before an excitement, I'd masturbate for sure. I can admit it, I did it regularly. The problem is that the erection I'm presenting now is because of my half-sister. And that sounds terrible. I'm not a degenerate or a masturbator. Now I feel like this... I turned everything off and tried to think about something else. I spun around in bed, but couldn't I could do nothing more. What a masturbator! I thought. Only because of her tits was I like this. But it was a little more than that in the end. It wasn't just her boobs, she also seemed very pretty to me. Deep down, she was the kind of woman who always caught my eye. With all her characteristics. Tall, with an ass, breasts, red hair and clear eyes. She seemed made for it. The more I thought about it, the worse it got. I had it bad. I took her out a little from the box. Maybe that would help me get over it a bit. Lucia was huge, completely stretched out by the pressure... I remember once a girl told me she had a beautiful cock, yeah. She used those words. But anyway, that day cost me concentration on something else to be able to sleep. Although good, I finally managed to do so without masturbating. The following days I didn't hear from Erica. She didn't talk to me or anything like that. I saw my old man twice almost by passing, but nothing from her. We lived two blocks away, but not even crossed paths in the street. My mom also asked if I talked to her. I had hope we would get along. I thought about writing her and inviting her for a walk around here, to show her the neighborhood and whatnot. There were many nice places that might please her. 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 say Hey, want to go for a walk in the neighborhood? So you can get to know it, Hey, feel like going out around here?. None of them convinced me. Until I came up with a good one. YO: Hi! I just had to respond and that's it. And after two minutes, it was. ERI: Hi, how are you?? I was starting to feel nervous again. YO: Fine and you?? ERI: Fine, at home 😒 Yeah, where else would I be... YO: So you went to check out the gym??. That was my secret weapon. Cuack. ERI: Nope... YO: If you want, I'll come with you so you can see it 😂 ERI: Haha It seemed to amuse her. I don't know why, je. YO: What? haha ERI: Are you going to introduce me to people?? Not even crazy 😜
YO: Nah... I just said maybe you're bored
ERI: And what do you know if I'm bored jajajaja
YO: What do I know, since you're new here...
ERI: Do you want to integrate me??
No could handle your genius, eh.
What a girl, I thought.
YO: Bue... Just say when you want to go out for a bit, tell me...
I had gotten a little annoyed.
ERI: Jaja that's the hot stuff... Okay, I'll keep it in mind!
It was driving me crazy that she answered like that.
One tries to socialize. God…
YO: Nah... I don't get worked up... But okay, anything...
ERI: Oka, thanks anyway
YO: 👍
I felt like a jerk.
Obviously, that was going to be the last time I wrote her.
It couldn't be so anti.
If it got me this way when I'm normal, I can't imagine how I would do if she found out I stopped caring about her with a photo of her in a bikini...
It would probably be my death.
What good that she was never going to find out.
Ja.
In the end, I had already offered to spend time together, it was up to her to accept or not.
Although I recognize that attitude, although it annoyed me, I found it interesting in some way.
Later that day, I played soccer with friends.
I had the bad idea of telling them about the current situation.
The only thing I got from their side was Is she okay? How is she? Does she have a boyfriend?
It's not worth going into details. Just that I got rid of them almost by sending them to hell, almost.
While taking a Coke on the pitch and fooling around with my phone, I saw Erica had posted a photo.
She was with some friends and the same one said I miss them 😢.
It made sense. I, for all that sometimes I wanted to kill them, couldn't be without my friends.
And she now had them thousands of kilometers away.
Did this mean I had to be more understanding towards her?
Maybe.
But I didn't like constant rejection either.
Well, if there was an opportunity to be gentle with her, I would do it. And nothing else.
What I thought was that since the day I met her at my house, whether due to one thing or another, I couldn't... get it out of my head. For moments I tried to convince myself that it was something prohibited, having thoughts about her. At least, the thoughts I had. Like her smiling face, her freckles, her... breasts. God! Just saying it makes me feel a tremendous shame. I couldn't see her as an ordinary woman. I had to make my brain understand that every time it made me relive that photo in mesh, which I had seen on Facebook. I knew it by heart already. Admit it. Several times I had gone back to her profile to look at her. Like now, when all my friends were waiting for the second half and I was like a fool with my phone. What a disaster! I wonder what they would say if they knew who I was thinking of. They'd fall off their chairs. Looking at her sister. Actually, stepsister. There's a big difference... So that's how things were going to present another opportunity to interact with Erica. My old man had organized his first barbecue since his return and wanted to bring together his two families. Maybe it could be a great chance to socialize a bit. But of course, this time I was going to set the limits. I wasn't going to let her treat me like someone insignificant again. And maybe that's what, in some way, attracted me to her. Her disinterest. Although that didn't explain my excitement at seeing her or imagining her in less clothes. Well, that day was going to be, at least, interesting. And time would give me reason... We arrived at their new house around noon. In that neighborhood all the houses were mansions. She received us, my old lady and me, with a drink in the backyard. My dad was by the grill, setting everything up. The one who wasn't there was Erica, according to Sandra, who was doing some things in her room. They had a nice backyard with a pool and everything. Very suitable for parties, especially with the quincho or zoom, as they call it now. I talked to my dad for a bit and he told me about the great sacrifice They had made plans with their family to come to Buenos Aires. Although he justified it, with the job he had managed to get. It was a great economic opportunity.
I got bored a bit with the details, but he left me clear that it was one of those chances that few times have in life. And they decided to take it.
Afterward, he told me to be patient with Erica, make her feel at home and blah blah. Fatherly things. Adoptive in this case, but father in the end.
With my dad's sermon, I had taken so much liquid that I got terrible urges to go to the bathroom.
I asked Sandra for permission and headed towards it.
They had a terrible house. Huge.
I had to walk a good while to find the hallway that led to the bathroom.
Luckily, it was empty.
The door was slightly open and the light was off.
I had so many urges I started undressing before entering. I have that habit.
But something would happen that would totally change my plans. And my life!
I'll never forget that moment.
The bathroom wasn't empty. God...
It was Erica, wrapped in a towel. She just got out of the shower.
I opened my eyes like an idiot.
She was all wet and her red hair fell over her body, above her breasts and the towel. You couldn't see anything. But there it was.
On top of that, a jerk like me. Instead of turning around and leaving immediately, I stayed looking at her, stunned.
Obviously it was reflexive, but I could observe the white skin of her boobs.
The smoothness of her legs.
What are you doing, guy!- She shouted angrily.
Her face...
When I could react, I wanted to die.
She had a tremendous expression of annoyance.
ME: Sorry!
ERI: Don't I shower with the light on? Can't you see the light coming in from outside?.- She scolded, holding onto the towel so it wouldn't fall off.
ME: A thousand apologies... It was open and I entered.- I limited myself to expressing very nervously.
ERI: Stop making excuses and get out of the bathroom already... Guy!.- She said very annoyed.
On top of Everything was still there, standing still. Now it was my death. I got out before she could kill me. I remember the frustration I felt. If before I had to push her, now I needed the strength of a rocket to move forward with her. What bad luck! And on top of that, her gestures... I didn't want to imagine what would come next... When I was leaving and walking down the hallway, she came out too. ERI: Use it now... Degenerate!.- She expressed as if wanting to hang me from a tree, going to her room. She walked away barefoot, with only a towel barely covering her booty. The perfect curve of that part was noticeable. Terrible mess and I thinking about that... Incredible. I had sweated like crazy and my forehead was dripping. Reality is that I wasn't to blame. But without a doubt, I already found myself facing a big obstacle. After taking care of my needs, I went back to the table. I imagined Erica making a scene there, in front of everyone. I was worried. Very resigned. I wanted to get out of there. Then she came out with a face that few friends would want to see. I expected her to say what had happened. That it hadn't been anything, but she could twist it quietly. She greeted me with a terrible butt face, but didn't say anything. She sat down and just looked at me badly. I got out of there cheaply. But still, I was at her mercy. She came dressed in a white blouse. It was loose from the bottom, but seemed to be adjusted by the blue corset underneath. And also, she wore a very short jean short with black sandals. To top it off, her wet hair and lined eyes... What can I say? Very beautiful. But of course, she wasn't speaking to me and would occasionally look at me badly. I would respond with the gesture what am I going to do? As I said, I'm not going to let her intimidate me. So if she treated me indifferently, I would do exactly the same. And that's how it was for the rest of the day. surprised by that.
Since I didn't say a word and I also made myself important.
The only thing that could complicate my existence was if they had made a scene about the bathroom, but they didn't, nor would they. So, I had already relaxed.
When I started lifting what was left on the table to help, she came suspiciously behind me.
ERI: Stay calm, I'm not going to say anything...- She expressed, making herself seem in control of the situation.
YO: What about?.- I replied indifferently.
ERI: About how you entered the bathroom while I was changing, naked...- She exclaimed seriously.
YO: Sorry, but I didn't see you naked… Besides, you're the only person who takes a bath with the light off and the door open. It's not my fault.- I responded and kept going.
I put things on the table, in front of her gaze.
ERI: Ahh, no?...- She expressed in a playful tone.
YO: Nope.- I said convinced.
ERI: And what about you staying there looking at me either?.- She exclaimed defiantly. And to make it worse, she looked divine doing it…
YO: I wasn't looking at you... What are you saying?
ERI: Yes... They say I'm a fool... I saw how you were staring at my tits...
I was right.
But did it show that much?
Anyway, I had to get out of there.
YO: Nothing to do with it... I was just explaining that it was unintentional.- I replied with some attempt at maturity.
ERI: Yes, of course, you were doing it looking at me in the eyes.- And she grabbed her tits, as if squeezing them. Like they got stuck between her fingers. No…
I was surprised that she did that. It caught my attention because of the way. Like teasing me, biting her lips.
But also bothered me. Someone could see us.
YO: What are you doing?? Are you crazy??.- I said something pursued, looking around everywhere.
It seemed like she enjoyed doing it.
ERI: Nervous? haha
YO: And what do you think...
ERI: But if you entered for that reason, no?.- She said with a devilish face.
YO: For what?.- I replied disoriented.
ERI: To see me... Don't you, pig?.- And she bit her lower lip making fff and lifting her gaze.
I was left stunned.
Never thought that it would have... a attitude like that with me. Put me in a tight spot. I was red-faced. If someone had seen it? ERI: You get red... Did you see? I was right... YO: Eh... No… Nothing to do with it Had clearly tilted the balance. I felt anxious. Incredible how little my plan had worked. It had disintegrated into pieces. And she was far from giving up. ERI: If you'd asked me, maybe I would have shown you, at least don't spy on me...- She exclaimed very provocatively, almost out of place would say. I felt like sinking in her swamp. The way she stabbed me with a look. I felt like she had left me hanging just by looking at me. Spine-chilling. But what had I said? Was I going crazy? Why were you saying those things? YO: What?- I answered stammering ERI: And I know... It was an unexpected situation totally. But something was starting to happen. Under that shame that made me feel, I was starting to get excited. Inside the jeans, I started feeling like my member was getting hard. Couldn't be. Not again! And less so in her presence… I had almost backed myself against the table, just with gestures and words. I had to get out of there somehow. Later I would have time to think. YO: You're crazy...- I said and prepared to run away from there. ERI: Ha ha what a relief...- She let out with a laugh. She didn't stop me and stayed laughing at the evil she had done. She wanted to make it seem like I was going crazy. But I knew that wasn't so. Something in her gaze told me. I noticed, with certain perversity. Perversion that caught me. I couldn't think of anything else for the rest of the time I was there. I barely ate dessert. She said two or three words to the old folks. But it was just to act like a fool. I could see in her eyes how she constantly challenged me. Is this her way of fraternizing? It would be very rare if that were so. There are limits. Touching herself in front of me? In that way? Impossible. Impossible not to think of anything else. As I left, she greeted me as if nothing had happened. There would have been nothing. However, their gazes spoke for themselves. I was restless for the rest of the day. And yes. Excited too. Quite. If originally I couldn't stop thinking about the lifeless state of a photograph, now I wouldn't get Erica out of my head that way. Touching her breasts so vulgarly. Talking to me inappropriately. I think I noticed the relief of her nipples when she touched herself. God! What am I saying? Am I crazy? Or is it something important? Could she show herself naked with me? She was probably just trying to annoy me. Or not? As I was breaking my head thinking about that. I repeat, it's not good to think about that. But what could be the worst? After all, she wasn't my biological daughter or my father's or mother's. Even so, it's very rare. I don't have to look for cheap excuses. Maybe it's my way of handling guilt. But that day I wouldn't be able to hold back the urge to masturbate. Really. That's how it was, that night in my room about to do it. I had locked the door and was wearing boxers on my bed with a notebook. No matter how much I wanted to control myself, it would be impossible. I took it out, lowering my underwear a little, while watching Traci Lords, one of the most beautiful actresses in history. I was ready to do it. Even, it would be unnatural if I didn't... When I was about to start jerking off my thick and veiny trunk, a notification from Facebook Messenger popped up. And now who? God... It was Erica again. How rare for her to talk to me at this hour. ERI: You looked pretty today 😜 Still had the urge to keep annoying me. Incredible... YO: Nothing special... I made myself indifferent, but yes, I had been left affected, je. ERI: You didn't see your face 😂 YO: Not every day am I accused of being degenerate... ERI: And... a little bit you are 🙄 YO: Ah yes? And why? ERI: Although you don't admit it, I saw you staring at me piggyback 😯 YO: Sorry, but I didn't start rubbing myself in front of you... ERI: Not yet jaja
I: Bua...
I was a bit annoyed by her attitude, but somehow I was already relating to her.
E: I have to admit that you're my only entertainment 😂
I: Yes... I realized 😒
E: Just came close and you started crying jeje
I: Are you always like this??
E: No. I can be worse 😎
I: I don't want to know jaja
E: Mmm, you made me more courageous...
Or are you provoking me again?
What's going on?
I: More courageous?? Jaja
E: Yes. Not so little boy 🙄
I: Haha, take it easy
E: And yes... haha but good, I'll leave you like this so you don't cry anymore.
I: Haha you're crazy...
E: Schedule me on WhatsApp
She passed me her number.
I: Okay
E: You can keep touching yourself. Besis 😘
But what kind of witchcraft is that?
How did she know...?
God haha
I: Haha, I didn't stop... kisses!!
We disconnected without more.
It was probably said to calm me down.
It wasn't a fortune teller.
Or was it? Jaja
She had a very nice profile picture.
What eyes.
I sent her a message so she could leave a record.
I thought about it for a while, but didn't see it.
I turned off the computer and stayed with my phone.
I was still very excited and my member was outside the boxers, super standing.
Why couldn't I get Erica, my half-sister out of my mind?
I didn't want to jerk off thinking about her.
It was terrible that way.
Unacceptable.
But, anyway, I was caressing my gland with my hand by reflex.
I had reserved a seat in hell, surely.
It seems that at one moment I fell asleep like this.
And I did it like a baby.
What relax...
In the morning, I started waking up from sleep.
I could still feel that pleasure.
I don't remember what I was dreaming about, but it must have been divine, since I felt an incredible erection, just like every morning, je.
Maybe I was dreaming that I was with someone, since I could perceive a pleasant sensation that ran along my leg.
What nice!
While coming back to myself, opening my eyes, I was close to jumping out of bed.
On the side, Erica was sitting, with a wicked smile on her face and her hand in My leg. I was just covered with the sheet and had that excitement of those. ERI: Good morning, degenerate! - Expressed ironic.
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