Re: english novel - husband of my sister
Posted: 24 Mar 2016 13:06
I thought better and decided not to attend. I refused the call and
put the phone on silent, because it would avoid my parents hear his
touch. Suddenly, I get a message, I knew it was Peter, so I read. He asked
that I answer the phone because he wanted at least a chance to
explain. Looking from another angle, until he was right, so I decided to
attend. I sent a message back stating that awaited his call, and seconds
later, its name again flashed on the screen of my phone. I took a deep
breath and answered, serious and dry.
- Hi - I said.
- Theo, look, I do not know what to tell you about what happened today
... - He started, but I interrupted.
- But I know! You just cheated on me during those months about his name,
marital status, saying if unmarried, and about what you liked. When we met
you said just like men, and now you appear to me with my sister - I gave an
emphasis on the word "sister." -, And even more serious with Single it. Do
you realize what you did?
- I did not know she was his sister, Theo - he said, through a desperate
tone in her voice, which meant that I lowered my guard and even felt sorry
for him for a moment. - I swear to you. She had told me he had a brother
named Theo, but nowhere near what I thought was you. You do not even look
physically.
- Sure, it may even be that you're being honest now, but what about your
name? - I replied. - Every time you always said Ricardo, and today I find
out you called Peter. In this there is no trap destination, you lied
because you wanted to.
- I know, Theo, my love, I know, but forgive me - he said, and I got the
impression that he was crying. Beast was like I could not resist, and I
sigh and then say:
- Calm, Peter, do not get so ... - I did not really know what to say, but
I felt guilty for having made him cry, even though he made me cry an ocean
a few minutes ago. Do not say love only when we do "poop"? This is most
true. Finally, I say, to break the ice because he had been silent suddenly:
- Tell you what, tomorrow we meet and talk personally. What do you think?
- Oh my God, great, great! - He said, his voice and I felt happier, which
made me happy too. - What time we see tomorrow, and where?
- I go to his house, can it be? - I asked, after all need a place with
privacy to talk and understand each other. - In the morning I give a way to
get there. Now I need sleep and rest, the day today was very full of
news. First I lose my virginity to a guy for which I am passionate about,
and then discover that this guy dating my
Sister ... I guess I need some sleep. Tomorrow we talked, I love ... - I
stopped when I realized that I would call it "love." Not that I did not,
but I was still hurt. I did not feel right in calling it that.
- All right then, my love - he finished with a happy tone, but still, say,
restrained.
I hung up the phone and put it on the nightstand. My head was
spinning, I really do not know where to go. Part of me wanted to finish
with it and pretend nothing happened, and try to get used to the fact that
he belonged to my sister, part of me wanted to continue with that, anyway I
was in love, madly in love with Peter, and agree to continue with it even
in that situation. I was in doubt, so I ended up falling asleep deeply, but
not before some more crying my cherries.
The next day I woke up a little late due to the time that I had gone
to bed. I prepared myself psychologically to find Peter and ran into the
bathroom. I made my hygiene morning, got ready and went downstairs. My
mother was alone in the kitchen, my father had gone to work and my sister
should be in her house. My mother seemed very happy and was just wondering
why I was neat and where would I go.
- Go visit a friend, mother - I said, grabbing a piece of cake. - That he
was studying me, but had to change. Well, she called me begging for a
visit, and I had to refuse.
- Okay, Theo, you can go, but not again later - Mother said. - Wow, I was
impressed with Peter, his sister's boyfriend. He is a handsome young man
and seems to want something really serious with Thalia. Hallelujah Lord, my
daughter has found someone who sucks!
When you hear the name Peter gave my stomach a guinchada, and I
almost choked on the cake. My parents had liked him too: a handsome,
educated, studying at one of the best universities in the state, doing
right, tell by the way, and seemed to really like my sister. That in their
opinion, is not it?
- She is the mother, it's true - I said reluctantly. I did not want to
imply that he did not like even a bit of dating my sister.
- His father is even considering arranging a placement for him there in
the company as assistant to one of the lawyers there, something like that -
my mother said, and I looked sideways at her.
- That's cool, he seems to be quite the same student - finally I agreed,
was almost biting his nails with anxiety to find "My brother in law's
nice."
When I finally finished making my breakfast, I took the first cab
that passed near my house and went to Peter's apartment. When I arrived,
the doorman released my entry because he said Peter had already informed
that I would go there, and I went as fast as possible to his
apartment. This time he answered me naked, he looked really sad. It touched
me.
- Hi - I said, awkwardly. He answered me with another "hi" and told me the
sofa, asking if I wanted something to drink. I was thirsty, but could not
think of anything else but to kiss him on the spot, but I had to control
myself. Above all I needed an explanation.
Peter sat beside me on the couch and sighed. His eyes were a little
swollen, so I assumed he had been crying too. We settled on a sepulchral
silence, until I took courage and began the conversation:
- Well, Ric ... I mean, Peter, I ask only that you do not miss anything
this time, neither his name, nothing, nothing at all, I want you to tell
only the truth, otherwise, I find it impossible to maintain this
relationship.
He looked at me sheepishly, and began to speak. Said it all: that he
lied about his name, because it was not made for society and I was afraid
of those "bixas" - he actually used that term - insistent that when the guy
does not want anything else, they insist and threaten but then he found out
I was the dream of any guy, also said he did not tell about the real name
of insecurity, because he had clung to me and that I was afraid to stop
liking it because of it. I noticed that when Peter was talking to other
gays, he taxed the "bixas", "fagots", this type of term. It was as if he
were not gay, too, that typical self homophobia. I decided to let it go,
and asked about my sister, why he is dating a woman he liked neither.
put the phone on silent, because it would avoid my parents hear his
touch. Suddenly, I get a message, I knew it was Peter, so I read. He asked
that I answer the phone because he wanted at least a chance to
explain. Looking from another angle, until he was right, so I decided to
attend. I sent a message back stating that awaited his call, and seconds
later, its name again flashed on the screen of my phone. I took a deep
breath and answered, serious and dry.
- Hi - I said.
- Theo, look, I do not know what to tell you about what happened today
... - He started, but I interrupted.
- But I know! You just cheated on me during those months about his name,
marital status, saying if unmarried, and about what you liked. When we met
you said just like men, and now you appear to me with my sister - I gave an
emphasis on the word "sister." -, And even more serious with Single it. Do
you realize what you did?
- I did not know she was his sister, Theo - he said, through a desperate
tone in her voice, which meant that I lowered my guard and even felt sorry
for him for a moment. - I swear to you. She had told me he had a brother
named Theo, but nowhere near what I thought was you. You do not even look
physically.
- Sure, it may even be that you're being honest now, but what about your
name? - I replied. - Every time you always said Ricardo, and today I find
out you called Peter. In this there is no trap destination, you lied
because you wanted to.
- I know, Theo, my love, I know, but forgive me - he said, and I got the
impression that he was crying. Beast was like I could not resist, and I
sigh and then say:
- Calm, Peter, do not get so ... - I did not really know what to say, but
I felt guilty for having made him cry, even though he made me cry an ocean
a few minutes ago. Do not say love only when we do "poop"? This is most
true. Finally, I say, to break the ice because he had been silent suddenly:
- Tell you what, tomorrow we meet and talk personally. What do you think?
- Oh my God, great, great! - He said, his voice and I felt happier, which
made me happy too. - What time we see tomorrow, and where?
- I go to his house, can it be? - I asked, after all need a place with
privacy to talk and understand each other. - In the morning I give a way to
get there. Now I need sleep and rest, the day today was very full of
news. First I lose my virginity to a guy for which I am passionate about,
and then discover that this guy dating my
Sister ... I guess I need some sleep. Tomorrow we talked, I love ... - I
stopped when I realized that I would call it "love." Not that I did not,
but I was still hurt. I did not feel right in calling it that.
- All right then, my love - he finished with a happy tone, but still, say,
restrained.
I hung up the phone and put it on the nightstand. My head was
spinning, I really do not know where to go. Part of me wanted to finish
with it and pretend nothing happened, and try to get used to the fact that
he belonged to my sister, part of me wanted to continue with that, anyway I
was in love, madly in love with Peter, and agree to continue with it even
in that situation. I was in doubt, so I ended up falling asleep deeply, but
not before some more crying my cherries.
The next day I woke up a little late due to the time that I had gone
to bed. I prepared myself psychologically to find Peter and ran into the
bathroom. I made my hygiene morning, got ready and went downstairs. My
mother was alone in the kitchen, my father had gone to work and my sister
should be in her house. My mother seemed very happy and was just wondering
why I was neat and where would I go.
- Go visit a friend, mother - I said, grabbing a piece of cake. - That he
was studying me, but had to change. Well, she called me begging for a
visit, and I had to refuse.
- Okay, Theo, you can go, but not again later - Mother said. - Wow, I was
impressed with Peter, his sister's boyfriend. He is a handsome young man
and seems to want something really serious with Thalia. Hallelujah Lord, my
daughter has found someone who sucks!
When you hear the name Peter gave my stomach a guinchada, and I
almost choked on the cake. My parents had liked him too: a handsome,
educated, studying at one of the best universities in the state, doing
right, tell by the way, and seemed to really like my sister. That in their
opinion, is not it?
- She is the mother, it's true - I said reluctantly. I did not want to
imply that he did not like even a bit of dating my sister.
- His father is even considering arranging a placement for him there in
the company as assistant to one of the lawyers there, something like that -
my mother said, and I looked sideways at her.
- That's cool, he seems to be quite the same student - finally I agreed,
was almost biting his nails with anxiety to find "My brother in law's
nice."
When I finally finished making my breakfast, I took the first cab
that passed near my house and went to Peter's apartment. When I arrived,
the doorman released my entry because he said Peter had already informed
that I would go there, and I went as fast as possible to his
apartment. This time he answered me naked, he looked really sad. It touched
me.
- Hi - I said, awkwardly. He answered me with another "hi" and told me the
sofa, asking if I wanted something to drink. I was thirsty, but could not
think of anything else but to kiss him on the spot, but I had to control
myself. Above all I needed an explanation.
Peter sat beside me on the couch and sighed. His eyes were a little
swollen, so I assumed he had been crying too. We settled on a sepulchral
silence, until I took courage and began the conversation:
- Well, Ric ... I mean, Peter, I ask only that you do not miss anything
this time, neither his name, nothing, nothing at all, I want you to tell
only the truth, otherwise, I find it impossible to maintain this
relationship.
He looked at me sheepishly, and began to speak. Said it all: that he
lied about his name, because it was not made for society and I was afraid
of those "bixas" - he actually used that term - insistent that when the guy
does not want anything else, they insist and threaten but then he found out
I was the dream of any guy, also said he did not tell about the real name
of insecurity, because he had clung to me and that I was afraid to stop
liking it because of it. I noticed that when Peter was talking to other
gays, he taxed the "bixas", "fagots", this type of term. It was as if he
were not gay, too, that typical self homophobia. I decided to let it go,
and asked about my sister, why he is dating a woman he liked neither.