It was a dream come true for me. Like a lot of Latino families we live in L.A. the land of sunshine. Mom is Puerto Rican and dad was Cuban-American. Dad had died when I was a boy and mom was a waitress but our Social Security Survivors Benefits gave us a good life.

My older sister Liz is 16 now and a little over two years older than me. Liz is a dancer and dances with the Caribbean Community Dance Theater. Seeing Liz shake around with her friends in small costumes always gives me a boner and lots to think about. Liz was beyond my dreams and she is a walking wet dream girl, average height, slim like a dancer with B+ breasts and long dark hair and an olive complection with classic Latin features. Mom is old fashioned and belong to Santeria and dad always laughed at that voodoo stuff.

My name is Cat and I am an average guy doing well in High School. Liz is an A student and model kid while I just do OK. Liz is smart and sweet. Mom has not let her date and is old fashioned big time. I hate that creepy voodoo stuff and never thought it would ever do anything for anyone. I was wrong!

Since Liz turned 15 she has had a number of small illnesses. After seeing her Doctor time after time mom took her to the Santaroís and they prayed and prayed over her. I figured it was a con as mom had to pay for these pray sessions. I watched as they blew cigar smoke and poured rum around Liz and even sacrificed a chicken to their gods. Santeria is like Catholic Saints Name given to African gods and really silly like voodoo.

On Lizís final trip to the Santeria place of prayers the priestess had a revelation and mom was worried and worried sick. The Santarosííí returned all momís money and that struck me as weird! We left and there was a big commotion going on and the next week we returned and they held a Santaro Conference and had other priestess and ministers discuss the gods and the message.

We got home about 4PM and mom held a family meeting. Sis looked frightened and had sat with mom in on the Santaro meeting. Something was up and I figured it was bad as mom had been shaking and crying at the Santaro Temple. Mom frightened she was so serious as I looked at her and sis was ash colored. Mom asked me would you do anything to help your sister and I replied sure mom.

Mom looked at me and smiled, waited and said your sisterís life depends on this. I sat there and thought sure Liz can have anything of mine and Liz squeezed my hand. Om ended the meeting and we went and watched TV and Liz left and went to her room. Mom said we need to talk. She explained that dad had insulted the old gods and had died as a result. I figured mom was nuts as dad was killed in a traffic accident here in L.A. Mom offered Liz is sick because the gods want her to follow tradition. In Puerto Rico when a girl turned 15 she was given to her father as his mistress and this was an old tradition. It helped keep the man happy and also provided he would stay and take of the family.

I did not understand what this had to do with Liz. Mom explained that since Liz turned 15 she had been ill as a warning from the gods. The gods wanted Liz to become the mistress and have children with the head of the family; since dad that was dead that was me. I blurted out what? Mom thought I was saying no and she begged ìdo this for your sister, pleaseî. I was dazed and could not have planned this myself.