Thursday, February 12, 2015
8:30 PM
I went to Isabella’s room. She was super excited, packing her suitcase. Clothes scattered all over the bed — dresses, little shorts, beach cover-ups, a pile of bikinis… a total mess, as my grandma would say. Isa started showing me the new bikinis she’d bought. She was especially excited about a tiny pink thong-style one. I thought it was perfect and asked her to try it on. When she put it on, I just stood there staring, a little stunned, trying to understand how those tiny pieces could fit her body so perfectly. Every curve in the right place. Her breasts… my God, what breasts. I swear, I’d give anything to have boobs like that one day.
At 17, my sister was ridiculously hot: 1.78m tall, caramel-colored eyes, straight hair down to her waist. She looked like a magazine model and she knew it. Everywhere we went, all eyes went straight to her.
I used to stand in front of the mirror in my room and look at myself. I’d slowly caress my breasts, feeling my nipples harden under my fingers. I loved that shiver that ran down my belly and settled between my legs. I’d get wet just from touching myself.
Looking at my body, I wondered when I was going to get as hot as Isabella. I wanted those curves. I wanted the power to make men turn their heads. I wanted to be desired.
While Isa was still parading around in the other bikinis, she asked how many I was taking. I had several, in different colors, but all pretty modest. I still didn’t feel comfortable wearing a thong bikini. I wasn’t even old enough for that yet.
After we finished packing, Isabella said the only thing left was to convince Matthews to let her and her boyfriend sleep in the same room. As if it were that simple, right? But knowing my brother… it might actually work. It would depend a lot on his mood.
Friday, February 13, 2015
Hey Diary!
The day is finally here! We were all so excited, anxiety levels through the roof. With our parents away on a trip, the house in Búzios would be all ours.
Isabella and Carol managed to convince Matthews to let them sleep with their boyfriends. I’ve always been amazed by Carol’s ability to argue. She’s wanted to be a lawyer since she was little.
The house in Búzios has five bedrooms, four of them suites. Matt stayed with his girlfriend in his room. Isabella and her boyfriend took the master suite. Carol and her boyfriend got Isa’s room. I, obviously, stayed alone in mine.
The guest room was left for Diego. And the best part: he was coming alone. Without his girlfriend. Hallelujah.
It’s not that I had anything against her… well, I did. But it was mostly annoyance. That girl was always stuck to him like glue. I pretended everything was fine, but deep down I was hoping they’d break up soon.
As I put my suitcase in the trunk, I felt that little flutter in my stomach. A mix of anticipation, nervousness, and a silly thought:
“Will he even notice me?”