My Sister's Boyfriend

- Historical since always. Family, friends, people I get involved with... Always. "I always hurt myself, I always forgive. I'm always dumb.

"About friends and involvements, I see. But I never understood about his parents. You don't talk much to your father, nor to your mother, from what I've gathered.

Is... Complex. It's all kind of complicated since my parents separated. I think my Murphy's law kicked in when they started fighting and broke up.

"Why did your parents separate?" I was silent and bit my lip. The subject was unpleasant, and it didn't bring back good memories. He squeezed my hand even tighter as I lowered my head. "You don't have to tell me... Just, venting helps. "yes, maybe... I don't usually talk about it too much.

"Then forget it. Subject, nothing to do with and etc. I'm sorry.

-Sure... There we go. I took a deep breath, remembering that story that most of the time, I tried to let go. "My father started cheating on my mother, with some bitch. She found out and they broke up. Basically, that was it. But if you want to delve deeper into the drama... Cecilia never forgave him, she was mean to him during visits and to this day her intention is to make him feel miserable. I felt a lot of anger towards him at first, a lot. But I eventually forgave. After all, he was still my father, regardless of his mistakes. I got into a fight with Ceci over it, so we started fighting more than usual, and my mom said the worst things a daughter can hear. "That I had abandoned her, that I only delayed her life, that I was a nuisance. As terrible as my father." She was hurt at the time, I know. Stressed. I should have ignored her, but I punished her. I left her behind. I remembered how, hurt. I left everything behind, absolutely wounded. "I went to live with my father, I challenged her. I proved that I had really abandoned her. After a few weeks I forgave her, but I didn't want to go home. I liked that beach and being alone more than anything else. "It sounds difficult.

"Not so much. People maximize their problems, I prefer to believe that there are worse problems than mine. That everything has a solution.

"Interesting..." He squeezed my hand, thoughtful. - Everything has a solution... Um...

- Speak quickly, Igor. I know you mean something. -Smile.

"Do you think we have a solution?"

-Next! I pulled my hand away, but he held it steady. Running our joined hands to his neck. I lost concentration momentarily.

"Oh, come on. That one wasn't even that hard.

"I don't think about it too much. "I preferred to be honest.

-Serious?

"The most I allow myself to think about the future is forty minutes, which is when the pizza is ready. - I smiled sideways. "Your turn.

"You already know. Pablo must have told you.

"Complicated parents, these are our parents...

- Nem Me house.

- Don't you miss your parents?

"Sometimes, very rarely. But then I remember that I have everything I want right here. He looked at me. With that crooked smile, which begged me to do something crazy. And I did. Not madness per se. It was more of a favor. A favor for me and him. I kissed him, very lightly. Just the lips touching. He deepened the kiss, his hands on the back of my neck.

I let myself go. I had stopped thinking, and I didn't care about it; with the consequences. I pulled him close and he pulled me to him, causing me to sit on his lap. Hands on my waist. It was impossible to ignore all the heat I felt, the exasperation, the... I wish. The fulfillment and satisfaction of feeling Igor's lips on mine and kissing him that way. Before I could realize it and think, I was being carried to his room. He laid me down lovingly on the bed, attentive to my expressions. I fixed my eyes on his face and gave him a half-smile. I felt his big hands on his shirt and saw that he was pulling. I closed my eyes, feeling my face burn. Shame, satisfaction, warmth... He stared at me, so I pulled him in for another kiss. More possessive and uncontrolled. I found myself thinking that I would never put the shirt on, if I knew he would take it off....~*~I woke up the next morning, with an extra weight on the bed, causing it to sink. I moaned softly, stretching and feeling the light sheet on my body. I rolled onto my side, still attached to the sheet, and opened my eyes. The light in the room was bright and made him look a little blue. I blinked, catching a glimpse of the window, where fine drops were falling. The rain hadn't stopped. I remembered everything, reliving everything in my mind, I rolled to the other side and almost bumped into Igor. He was only wearing shorts and had a tray on the bed. It was complete, full of things we bought. Including yesterday's pizza.

"It's a little burnt. He smiled mischievously and I felt my face blush. I bit my lip, and he leaned in, kissing me lightly. Squeezing my face. Just a touch of the lips. This confused me. As he pulled away, I looked at him curiously. There was something different about Igor. More... seriousness. In his eyes there was... knowledge. Then I knew. He knew. Worst... He remembered. Everything. There was fear in his eyes.