I'd just nodded, going along with her since the subject was clearly dear to her heart. I didn't want to tell her that I don't think something like that would ever happen to me. Not when all I feel is disgust when I think about a woman touching me.
"You've got chocolate on your chin, silly." I glance down at Lina. She puts down the cake, frowning as she tries to wipe her face.
"Let me," I say as I grab a napkin and gently dab at her skin. My sister is the only exception to the rule. There's no one purer or more innocent in this world than my sweet Lina, and as she gazes up at me, her eyes full of love, I can't help but feel my heart burst in my chest.
I'd do anything to make sure she never knows about the monsters of the world.
It's a vow I made to myself a long time ago. I'd protect her to my dying breath.
"Can I sit here?" I turn my head to see another girl pointingtowards the chair next to us. She's around my age, maybe a couple years younger.
"Sure!" Catalina exclaims, a smile stretching across her face. "You're so pretty," Lina compliments her.
"What's your name?" She plants herself in front of the newcomer.
"I'm Gianna," the girl says, taking the seat next to me.
"I'm Catalina, and this is my brother Enzo," Lina proudly proclaims. I give her a tight smile, but I don't say anything. Lina loves to make new friends, and while I'd never stop her from socializing, it's not exactly high on my priority list. Most of the time I'm grateful when peopledon'tnotice me.
"Nice to meet you," Gianna says, and her eyes jump to me immediately. I try not to react to her overt perusal, but she's not being very shy about it. Not even when she purposefully pulls her chair closer to mine and tries to engage me in conversation.
I sigh, giving her curt answers and hoping she'll take the hint and leave us alone. Lina, on the other hand, keeps on asking her questions and leading the conversation.
"What?" Gianna jumps out of her seat suddenly, the front of her dress soaked. I look up to see Mother standing next to her, an insidious smile painted on her face.
"Oh dear, I must have tripped," she schools her tone to sound apologetic, but I recognize the phoniness of it.
Gianna seems distraught, and she runs off in search of her parents.
"Mamma," Lina jumps into Mother's arms, giving her a tight hug.
I look at them both, dreading the situation I find myself in. I know Mother would never do anything to Lina—I've made sure of it. But in Lina's eyes our mother is the epitome of perfection, and her adoration is written in her gaze every time she looks at her. Mother knows this, and she subtly uses it to her advantage to make sure I'm pliant.
Because I'd never open my mouth with accusations when it would cause heartache to my little sister.
The way her face contorts, a mix of triumph and satisfaction, makes it clear that she's hit the mark with her so-called accident.
The rest of the celebration passes in a blur as I try to fend off other attempts at socialization.
Back at the house, I retire to my room. Since father is at home today, I don't think mother will come. Maybe I'll get a good night's sleep.
I let myself drift off, but even today luck isn't on my side.
I'm awakened by a feeling of moisture all around my dick. I'm momentarily startled, and as I open one eye, I see mother between my knees, her head bobbing up and down on my dick. I clench my hands into fists, trying to keep myself from reacting—from kicking her off me. But shame envelops me as I realize that for the first time, I'm hard, and the way she strokes my flesh or how she pushes me so deep in her mouth doesn't feel that bad.
I turn my head to the side, squeezing my eyes and telling myself this is all a bad dream.
It's not real!
She continues to apply suction, her tongue tickling the sensitive area. My muscles tense and I feel a tingling down my spine. I don't know what happens as my mind blanks and an intense feeling overtakes my entire body.
Spurts of something come out of my penis, right into mother's waiting mouth as she keeps on sucking.
A lone tear makes its way down my cheek as I realize the enormity of what just happened… and my entire being fills with self-loathing.
Why? Why is she doing this to me?
It's not the first time I've asked myself the same question.Night after night, she'd just whisper in my ear that she'd make me feel good as she'd work her hands over my body.
