Chapter 14

Nena shuffled her foot nervously. She desperately wanted to go to sleep, but knew that if Constancia discovered that she hadn't followed through with her command, that sleep would never come. She would humiliate Nena again and again and again. She clenched her fists in frustration. How did I get into this so deep? she thought to herself. When will this horror stop?

Nena was broken out of her daydreaming by her brother's concerned voice, "Mary Helen, are you okay? You don't look so good. You look tired."

Nena nodded her head, "I'm O.K ... I'm fine, really." But her voice betrayed her deep fatigue. Carlos gently took her by her arm and led her into the house. He took her to the living room, so as to not wake up their useless father, who was slumbering loudly in one of the small back rooms.

Nena sat down on the sofa, leaning her head back. Carlos left to get her some coffee, he made it extra strong. When he returned, Nena took the steaming mug from him gratefully. "Thank you, my sweet brother."

Carlos sat down opposite her, smiling. When she reached for the cup, his eyes quickly scanned her beautiful legs. He made himself look away, the sight of them causing him to think bad thoughts about her. He stole another quick peek, this time at her firm thighs that were half hidden by her peasant skirt. He pulled his eyes away from her, making himself look into her face, angry at himself for his lack of respect.

The coffee was not overly hot, but extremely strong. Nena gulped down half of it quickly, the warmth and caffeine taking the edge off her fatigue and making her feel a little more alert. Nena asked Carlos questions about school, his future plans and his friends. Carlos was a little surprised as his sister had always been kind to him, but had never been this curious about his life. He was enjoying, however, their conversation, and when she wasn't looking, taking quick peeks at her legs and breasts.

As they talked Carlos realized that his sister did not have a bra under her blouse. He couldn't believe that she didn't have one on. Their father would have a fit if he saw her like that. He stole another peek at her nipples that were almost visible under the thin material of her peasant blouse, when Nena took another sip of her coffee. He adjusted himself, his semi-hard cock, causing him discomfort. He felt warm.

Nena knew that she only had about an hour and a half until Constancia came back. If she kept things simple, maybe she could get out of this unscathed.

She asked Carlos in a very matter of fact way, "Has papa or mama ever spoken to you about sex?"

Carlos looked at her, his eyes wide, his face turning a bright crimson. With as much bravado as he could muster he replied, "No, and I don't need them to tell me anything, I already know everything there is to know about sex."

Nena looked at her little brother and gave him a sisterly smile. Well, she thought to herself, I tried, "Okay Carlos, I was just curious," Nena replied gratefully, taking another sip of her coffee.

"Carlos, are you sure you know everything about sex?"

Nena spilled her coffee on her lap, burning herself, at the sound of Constancia's voice. She looked up to see her standing in the foyer, shaking her head slowly back and forth, her face a mask of disappointment.

Slowly Constancia walked into the living room facing Nena and Carlos. Carlos looked up at her in surprise, "What do you mean?" he stammered.

"You're only fifteen, have you ever even seen a girl naked?" Constancia asked, looking down at him. Nena sat on the sofa stiff as a rock, petrified, not believing that Constancia was here in her own house asking her brother these questions. Her mind went blank with shock. She felt a buzz in her ears. All the sounds in the room seemed to come from a great distance. A cold sliver of fear worked its way up her back, causing the hairs at the back of her neck to stand on end.