0 comments/ 9635 views/ 0 favorites Ofelia Ch. 02 Pt. 04-06 By: CervanServidor iv. Ofelia took a circuitous route home just to waste some time so that she would be sure to miss Leonard. She would tell him about her date with Daniel over the phone. When she got home she said hello to Manuel, who was on the sofa reading a book, and headed for the bathroom. "I love you too, Flaca." Manuel said sarcastically, lifting his head. Dominga was out. Ofelia used the toilet first, something she had been needing to do since lunch-time, and took her leisure because she didn't want to have to go again later. She locked the door, but Manuel must have been too buried in his book to want to bother her. In the shower she washed herself thoroughly, as never before. A tiny shadow of stubble had come in where she had shaved and was beginning to itch again. She would put some more cream on it when she got out of the shower. She ran her finger down the slit between her legs and rolled her eyes back, remembering Daniel's hands on her breasts, the way his penis felt through his slacks, like a big snake wanting to break free. She was sure it was bigger than Manuel's. Her middle finger found her opening and nuzzled into it. She had never penetrated herself beyond the second knuckle, nor let any boy reach in any farther than that. She pushed her finger further and further inside her, but she could only reach so far, and she knew that Daniel's penis was much longer and much thicker than any finger. She worried, but only a little. Her vagina was very tight and gripped her finger snug as a bug. She squeezed her finger with it. She felt like she could crack a walnut in there, and rather than worry for herself, she was happy for Daniel, knowing how good her vagina would feel to him. One thing she knew was, men liked them tight. The tighter the better. She washed herself in back and wondered for a moment whether Daniel would want to enter her there. She knew from some of her brother's magazines that men were alarmingly pre-occupied with that particular area. She saw pictures of giant members sunk inside those tiny openings, and she couldn't help but feel that there was something brutal about it. She hoped Daniel wouldn't ask to enter her there, but if he did, she wouldn't refuse. She took a soapy finger and could barely get it into that opening at all. Her heart gave a jump, feeling how much tighter it was than her vagina. The girls in those magazines must be out of their minds! she thought, and swallowed a slight feeling of panic. Ofelia washed and washed, and even shampooed her hair again. She rarely did that more than twice in the same week. But she wanted to be radiant, perfect, for her lover. She would have shaved between her legs again if it weren't for the worry of causing herself a rash. She wanted to be smooth as satin for Daniel, all over. She wanted to maximize his pleasure and gave hardly a thought to her own. Then she corrected herself: not so fast, Ofie. You are thinking about your pleasure as much as you are thinking about Daniel's. Your pleasure depends on his pleasure, but it is your pleasure just the same. Ofelia Silva is nobody's sacrificial lamb. When she finally came out of the shower she was stricken by something she hadn't thought of yet. Daniel had no idea she was a virgin. How could he? The way she acted, the number of men just at the mill alone who had fooled around with her. There was no way he would have assumed she was a virgin. She was fearful now, and terribly so. Her belly fluttered with anxiety as she dried herself. She felt the need to sit on the toilet again. As she sat there she thought of how best to go about telling Daniel she had never had sex, just tons and tons of foreplay. And she thought to herself, won't that take away from his pleasure? Having to treat her so gingerly because she had never been entered before by a man? She couldn't just not tell him, because he would know as soon as he tried to get inside her. He would know just by the way she acted and reacted. She was good at role-playing and play-acting, but she doubted she could pull that off. As she sat there she thought of something. It made a warm feeling well up inside her, even while it seemed completely crazy. That feeling of the need to sit down again turned out to be a false alarm, and Ofelia got up from the toilet. She opened the door of the bathroom and walked naked across the hall to her and Manuel's room. When she didn't see him in there she called out to him, "Manuel, ven!" "Guey!" came the mock-insolent answer. "Ven!" "Why?" "Papi, Ven! Now!" Manuel put his book down and obeyed his sister, finally. He was getting less adept at insolence when it came to her anyway. He was mumbling to himself when he went into their bedroom. His heart jumped into his mouth when he saw her sitting in bed with the covers up to her chin and a ridiculous smile on her face. Ofelia raised her eyebrows suggestively and her hand came squirreling out from under the blankets, one finger come-hithering to him. "Paaaa...piiii." she was saying softly, smiling, "Oh Paaaaa....piiiiiii." "Aiy aiy aiy, mi amor. You are crazy aren't you? Like everybody says?" Manuel said, coming forward tentatively, afraid she might be possessed or something. "Did you eat something at that mill? I told you, Essa, that stuff will kill you." Ofelia was giving her brother her prettiest smile, batting her eye-lashes, making the best of her dimples. Her wet hair only added to how fabulously and ridiculously sexy she looked. No human being ought to be that sexy, Manuel thought to himself. He came closer and closer, wondering what she was up to. "Are you like, naked under there?" he asked. Ofelia smiled and reached out for him. She hooked her finger in the belt loop of his shorts and pulled him close to her. "I need you to help me with something, Papi." she said, looking up at him, batting her eyes in a way that was so obviously exaggerated the both of them burst out laughing. But Manuel didn't laugh for very long. In a moment he was dead serious, and a little bit cautious. "You mean like last night? You wanna do that again?" "No. Well. Not exactly. Come over here and get under the blankets." "What if I say no?" "You can't say no, Papi. Not to me. Get over here already." Ofelia patted the mattress beside her. Manuel sat beside his sister. She smelled clean from the shower. She shimmied around so that she was facing towards Manuel, and in the process she let the blanket fall away to expose her breasts. She didn't bother to cover up. There was no longer any point to it, nor was there any point ever, really. She wanted him to see her breasts. She wanted him to see her nipples. She liked it that he could see them. "Remember a long time ago you told me you would do anything for me?" Ofelia asked Manuel, who was trying to act nonchalant, what with her naked breasts right in front of him. Of course he had seen them hundreds, thousands of times, but not like this. "Yes." "Okee-doke." Ofelia said, and suddenly she was pushing on her brother's shoulders, "Then lay down and take your clothes off." "Aiy-aiy-aiy!" Manuel said, and he was terribly excited as he lay down and slipped his shorts down, taking his briefs along with them. He removed his t-shirt and tried to relax. Ofelia lay on her side next to him, and the young man felt her warm hand slide down his flat belly until she found his penis. It was already long and hard. He made a stifled squeal as she wrapped her fingers around its thick shaft and began to stroke it while smiling down into his bewildered eyes. "Relax." she told him. She was reclining on her elbow, her left hand free. "You're still a virgin, right Papi?" "Um, yes." Manuel responded, and put his hand on top of her hand, "You're gonna make me shoot." he warned her. "What the hell are we doing?" "Hush, and listen." Ofelia said. "We're going to help each other, that's all." Ofelia stopped stroking Manuel's penis but ran her thumb over the opening, sliding through the pre-ejaculate fluid that was coming from the tiny opening, rubbing it around in a big circle around the soft, smooth skin there. Then she moved her hand down and affectionately caressed his testicles, enjoying the soft sac, the size and shape of the balls inside. "And just remember, we're not *really* brother and sister." Usually the two never brought that fact up, and Manuel, in particular, never wanted to think about it. To him, she was his Mama, his sister, and the greatest love of his life. "Dios mio." he breathed. Ofelia pushed the blankets down so she could see and admire him. She pushed herself up and leaned on one hand, her elbow straight, and let her free hand explore him, touch him with complete freedom. She ran her fingertips over the bottom of his penis, admiring the thick vein that ran down its length. She took its thick base between her thumb and forefinger and stood it up, letting her eyes grow wide with admiration. Manuel became breathless just watching the way she looked at it. She leaned it back and tilted her head, smiling warmly, looking at it from front and back, taking it in from various angles, her eyes going up and down. His belly rose up and down erratically. "The door is open." he said urgently, feeling very close to making shoelaces even though she was only holding his penis at the bottom. Ofelia laid it back down, very gently, as if it were made of porcelain, and ran her fingernail from the oozy opening down that wide vein, all the way down. "It's beautiful, Papi." she told him, not looking at him but examining his testicles now, holding them in her hand, lifting them up to look underneath. His penis twitched and jumped off his belly. He was leaking something awful now. It was clear and slippery. Ofelia saw it and bent down to look at it closely, her eyebrows coming together studiously. She gently lifted the head of his penis off his belly, looked at the strand of silvery clear fluid that came out of it and stretched elastically, still connected between his penis and his stomach. "I think, before we do anything else, you need to come first, Papi." Ofelia said, and Manuel saw her eyes flit to the box of tissue paper on the nightstand. She put his penis down and leaned over him to retrieve it, and Manuel let out a rather loud squeal as the nipples of her little breasts hanging down swept across the belly of his twitching member. Ofelia grabbed hold of the box of tissue and came back, dragging her breasts intentionally back across Manuel's penis. She took it in her hand, this time right up at the top so that just the head and the rolled foreskin showed above the webbing between her thumb and fingers. She saw more of the clear fluid bead at the tip and break, spilling over her first and second finger, then trickling down all the way to his abdomen. She squeezed and moved her hand up and down a few times, and tipped his penis slightly so that when the sperm came out it would squirt onto his chest. She leaned over, looking closely at the tip, waiting for the hot white milk to shoot out. She knew that the way she watched for it made it doubly exciting for him. She smiled, and squeezed some more, tugged it very slowly, to make it as exquisite for him as possible. She saw more pre-cum flow out, and loosened her grip. The pre-cum was whiter this time, a little thicker. "You're getting so close, Papi. Does it feel good?" she asked him, smiling sweetly. He nodded feebly. With her free hand she reached up and pulled his earlobe, a thing she used to do when he was a little boy that would always make him laugh. She saw his eyes roam over her breasts. She kept her grip loose on him and sat up just so. She took his hand and put it to one of her breasts. "Feel the nipple. It's okay. You can squeeze it harder, you won't hurt me..." Manuel took Ofelia's nipple in his fingers, pulled the stiffened tissue. He felt the soft belly of her breast with the back of his fingers, pushing it up, rubbing his knuckles across the smooth skin. Ofelia put her free hand under her breast when his hand fell away, and she said, "You want to see it jump?" With a bright smile she made her soft little breast wiggle for him. Now she looked down at his penis again, and moved her hand ever so slightly, up and down, once, twice. Then stopped. "You need to come, Papi. Go on and come now..." Ofelia moved her hand up and down, not too quickly, but not too slowly, and applied a good amount of pressure. He literally exploded before her eyes, his whole body tensing, a loud moan erupting from him that sounded like he was in pain. She emptied him out all over his upper body, amazed at how bountiful it was. She watched it come out with focus and interest, and smiled in unabashed admiration, as if he were performing a difficult trick. "Oh my goodness, Papi." she said finally, and waited a few moments before starting to clean it all up. "It's like you saved it all up, but I know you didn't. Sheeeez." Manuel mumbled something. Ofelia clucked at him like a nursemaid as she cleaned everything up. When she was done she lay down beside him and let him drift off into sleep. She kept her eyes on the clock. It wasn't even four o'clock yet. She had plenty of time. She suddenly realized that she hadn't called Leonard yet to tell him that she was going out on a date with Daniel. She needed to call her fiance to tell him she was going out again with her lover. Those words in that order made her stomach burst with nervous excitement, and that delicious, ineffable warmth sped sweetly through her veins. Ofelia put on some skimpy cotton panties and a tiny camisette and her bare feet padded down the hallway. She had her cell phone in her purse, and quickly fetched it out. She hurried back to the bedroom. Sitting at her vanity, looking at herself in the mirror, she called Leonard at his job. After a few rings he answered. She was much shorter with him than she had planned on being. "Querido, listen, I don't have much time to talk. I just wanted to tell you that Daniel is taking me out again tonight." "Oh? Daniel? Is that? That's your boss, right?" "Yes." "Well, alright. I mean, what. Did he. I mean, it's okay..." "Are you mad?" "Mad? No why. No. It's just. No its. its okay, Carina. You go and have a good time." "I don't know where he's taking me. He just said he's coming to pick me up later, so I have to get ready. I'll call you when I get home, okay?" "Okay, yeah. That's." "Bye, Querido. We'll do something fun on the weekend, me and you. I'll see you. Bye." "Yeah. Love you. Bye." Ofelia felt a pang of guilt and an even bigger sensation of pity for Leonard. Of everyone in her little world at the moment, he was probably the person of purest heart. She was in love with Daniel, but she knew that Daniel wasn't exactly a pillar of virtue. Ofelia went into the bathroom for another false alarm, and while she was sitting there she thought about a few things. She tried to imagine Leonard putting his hand on a girl's leg on a first date, a first date which wasn't even supposed to be a date. She couldn't imagine it, however, because Leonard would never have done such a thing. He was always the perfect gentleman. She tried to imagine Leonard patting some female subordinate at the supermarket on her behind. That was even harder to imagine. Leonard would never do such a thing, and he would hold any man who would do it in complete contempt. Ofelia asked herself why she so whole-heartedly preferred Daniel to Leonard, why she looked past Daniel's obvious faults as easily as she looked past Leonard's virtues. She thought about the time when she had started to work at the mill. Daniel was the foreman in another department and she only saw him a few times during the day. They looked at one another constantly, and it was quickly and readily apparent to both of them that the admiration was mutual. When Daniel moved to Ofelia's department they got to know one another better and began a long and flirtatious relationship. Daniel's eyes would wander all over her, up and down, and everywhere in between. He took every opportunity to be close to Ofelia, took every chance to make some sort of physical contact with her. He looked at her breasts while he was talking to her, brushed up against her when they were on line in the cafeteria, complimented her a dozen times a day. Over time Daniel realized that his growing attraction to Ofelia was more than requited. Every time he looked at her she was looking back. Her eyes wandered. She acted nervous when he first started to make friends with her. It was only when he was assured of the mutuality of their attraction that he began to take liberties with her, liberties he wouldn't dream of taking with just anyone. And yet it was still wrong, and Ofelia knew it. And yet she didn't care. More to the point, it was Daniel's bad-boy side which appealed to her the most. Leonard's biggest shortcoming was that, sadly, he had no bad-boy side. He was good through and through. Even that kink of his seemed harmless. Maybe he simply found Ofelia's total freedom stimulating? Maybe he found it exciting that he was able to grant that freedom to her despite his desire to possess her? Maybe the cuckold fetish (though Ofelia had no idea what it was called) was some psycho-sexual product of altruism? It didn't matter, in the end. Her heart had made the decision for her months ago, and it took Daniel's forthrightness to cause Ofelia to come to terms with it. As she sat there thinking things over, she wondered if she ought to go through with what she was planning with Manuel. It seemed crazy on one hand, and yet it seemed like it was the best thing to do. To give herself to Leonard would have been wrong because she felt nothing for him except a warm affection and respect for him as a human being. Plus, once he had her in that way, it would be all the more difficult for him to deal with losing her. She had been accused of being a tease, but to her mind it would have been more wrong to give herself to Leonard sexually and thereby to let him taste what he would soon be losing forever, rather than just never allowing him to possess her in the first place. This was the only way that all four people involved could possibly be best served, she decided. Daniel was expecting an experienced woman and that was what he would receive. Let him come at her with the heart of a lion, she thought, with all the passion he could spend. Manuel would have his most precious dream made real, and the idea of giving him such a gift filled Ofelia with pleasure. He loved her so absolutely, and so deeply; he deserved to be rewarded for the number of times he had risen to her defense, how he had risked being beaten up and shamed to preserve her honor. Even Leonard would benefit from her decision, --- even though he might not realize it for quite some time,-- because she would be sparing him the worst offense a woman could commit against a man: that of entering into a marriage, and indeed, the marriage bed, with no fire in her veins and only a pale, cowardly deceit in her heart. Ofelia was glad that she would be doing Leonard the kindness of not using him for her own selfish goals; that this had happened now and not a few years into their marriage; that he was still young and would have plenty of time to find a woman more suited to him. She truly hoped and wished the best for him. As Ofelia headed back to the bedroom where her temporary groom still lay sleeping, she wondered if all of these cogitations and psychological gymnastics were not really just another convoluted and convenient series of rationalizations, ones which she was currently using to sugar-over the fact that she really just wanted to have sex with - fuck him fuck his cock in my cunt his big cock fucking me - Manuel and was glad to have finally arrived at a way which would allow her to do it in good conscience. She truly doubted that this was the case, but she let herself dwell on the idea. Ofelia Ch. 02 Pt. 04-06 For a moment or two. v. Ofelia slipped her panties off and felt the wetness more and more between her legs. Manuel was still on his back and his penis (his cock) was still hard, or maybe it had grown soft and had hardened again while he slept. He had drifted off into so sound a sleep that he hadn't moved. Ofelia took her camisette off and gently slid the blanket down past that big bulge where his cock lay across his abdomen, morena-pink and perfect, embossed with intricate deltas of veins, his balls loose and soft below it. Ofelia admired his small, compact torso, his lean, shapely legs. His face wasn't handsome, the skin there unfortunately blemished from an earlier bout with acne and youthful frustration; but to her it was beautiful, because she remembered when he had first come to them: a tiny bundle with a tiny cry that was like a piece of bright red filament threading the darkness, straight to her ears. She remembered how he would laugh when he saw her, all of four years old herself, bending over his cradle that was next to her bed because her father wouldn't tolerate having a screaming infant in his room. She would sing to him in Spanish, songs about spiders and elephants, silly songs that didn't mean much of anything but which meant worlds to a baby's ears. Ofelia would give him a bottle and listen while he suckled away at it, his hands holding onto the warm rubber nipple, his eyes admiring his tiny and beautiful new Mama. Now she was prepared to give him something else, something for the man that was blossoming inside him and not the crying child who still lived behind those closed and gentle eyes. As she sat there looking at Manuel, she had never felt so decided. In a few hours she would be giving herself to the man to whom she desired to yield her entire being. And it would be perfect, because of Manuel. Her heart pounded in her narrow chest, her nipples were like blown glass. It felt to Ofelia as if they would shatter unless they were touched, licked, sucked, tasted. She bent over and looped her hair behind her ears so that it wouldn't conceal her face from him when he awakened. Her breasts tipped down and her nipples glanced like hot pebbles on his legs. She lifted his cock with one finger and kissed it. She parted her lips and made sure the next kiss was warm and wet. She kissed it right above the top of the stiff trunk, on the puffy and smooth head where the skin was purplish, where the slit openings were. Her lips made a noise as she finished that kiss and opened them again to give his cock another. Manuel woke up and his hand was in her hair. He was half in a dream and wasn't aware that what he was dreaming was real. Ofelia let her breath swirl over Manuel's cock as she licked it, moving the tip of her tongue in a circle all over the head, under the ring of foreskin which she pulled down to get at the tender pink skin it covered. She liked the way the cock's head broadened out, like an arrow, like a cobra, like an inverted Valentine heart. She opened her lips and gobbled up the head, feeling it fill her mouth, and the taste of it. She ventured her lips further down and Manuel moaned softly, then more loudly, as she went down farther and farther until she couldn't go anymore, but she was still not even close to the bottom where his cock grew up out of its thicket of black hair, where her hand was holding it. "What are you doing...Oh my God..." Manuel said, finally waking. He was watching her. He could see her lips around his cock and moving up and down. He could hear the wet wash of her saliva, the pulling, sucking sounds. He wouldn't have believed that she had never done it before unless she had told him. Not that he would have known what to expect, since he had never had a girl sucking his cock. "You don't have to do that, mi amor!" he told her, touching her shoulder, lifting his head anxiously. "Callate!." Ofelia told him, "I want to. I like it." "You should stop..." Ofelia slurped up off the end of Manuel's cock with a wonderfully sloppy noise. "Don't come in my mouth, Esse, because I want this inside me first." "Then stop!" Manuel insisted. "Oh phooey. Alright then." Ofelia said, and gave his cock one last wet lick up the front of it before setting it down. "You're such a baby. Now stay still." Ofelia swung one leg over his legs and shimmied up. "I'm going to lower myself onto it." she told him. "Don't push it! Let me do it!" "Okay. Wait! La puerta!" "I closed it. Callate!" Ofelia told him. There was still enough light coming in through the curtains. On her knees, she stood Manuel's cock up and adjusted her position to accommodate for its prodigious length. For the first time, she wished that it was smaller. She was a bit clumsy, and Manuel didn't dare move a muscle. Ofelia aimed the head of his cock toward the back of her Flower, underneath. He felt himself slide across the stubbly lips. Ofelia was going very slowly, shifting her little rear-end and fidgeting with his cock until it was at her small, virginal opening. She was so wet that as she lowered herself, still agonizingly slowly, she felt it going inside her [Fucking her]. It opened her up more and more, until for a second she stopped and decided there was no way. "It won't go. Damn it!." she said. "Don't push it!" she yelled down at him. She slapped his arm, hard. "I didn't!" Ofelia closed her eyes and began to move instinctively. By this time she had managed to get up to her feet and was squatting over top of him. It didn't hurt very much at all, but the pressure scared her. Eventually when she realized it wasn't going to hurt she took more of him inside her. Manuel felt how tight she was, how hot and how wet. What better thing could there be? And yet it didn't feel as good as her mouth, or even her hand; not even as good as his own hand. It squeezed him tight, but there was an unpleasant pressure, an irritation, as if something was stuck in There with him, like when you put a sweater on and your shirt-sleeves get wadded up, like when you pet a cat backwards. But that didn't last long. Ofelia lowered her little bare bottom more and more, taking him up inside her body. Her hands were on his chest, pushing painfully, stretching his skin. Maybe fucking wasn't so great after all, Manuel thought briefly, and hated himself. So far, it hurt more than anything else. It felt like his willy was caught in a dangerous machine, or in the mouth of some wild and rapacious animal. But as Ofelia began to move her pelvis, her bare ass, up and down, as she became more and more wet, Manuel's doubts were dispelled and replaced with wonder. He wasn't horny, so to speak, as much as he was fascinated. Ofelia didn't seem to notice him underneath her anymore. She was Fucking. She was a fucker and she was filled with cock. She felt it push against her, inside, causing sweet sensations all through her fucker's body - She guided herself according to those sensations, swallowing cock up, gobbling it up, feeling it poke her deep inside, inside her cunt, feeling it fill her up. She was breathing harder and making a high-pitched Banshee-Bruja noise, incanting. Her hands began to course all over Manuel's chest. She felt his subtle musculature, his tiny and superfluous boy-nipples, as her pussy, cockswallower, ate up cock. She ate & ate cock with her little bare behind moving up & down. She made more noises with her mouth that was making the letter *O*, her naked rump pushing up & down, back & forth, cheeks tense and hard - Then she was sitting on him and he felt slightly imposed upon at first. It hurt his balls, her weight with her ass on his balls. He groaned in pain as she leaned over & shimmied & twisted her hips all over, grinding that touchy thing at the velvet top of her silkpussy against him, using him howsoever she pleased. He took hold of her breasts and they felt wonderful & new hanging down like that, bouncing & bobbling, wiggling right in front of him. She leaned over so that he could get her breasts in his mouth, all of her big dark nipples in there, all the way in, her fingers pushing her nipple, and the other nipple - Then his hands were on her backside and squeezing her tight little cheeks that squirreled & pushed & tensed & bumped back into his palms. He felt her asshole with his fingertips, Ofelia's asshole, and rubbed it hard enough that he could feel it pink inside, inside her asshole, and then he felt the back of her pussy, how it imprisoned him and used him for its own pleasure, girlbeast eating up cock, how it suckled from it and soothed his cock, wrapped his cock in its girlnest, gobbled it up, rubbing against it, rutting on it, rutting it, rutting up against it - Manuel was so fascinated he was now nowhere near coming. Ofelia, on the other hand, was just about there. She bent over him & kissed his mouth, her lips opened wide, something she thought she would never do. She knew she would fuck him and fuck him good & enjoy it & enjoy fucking him, but never thought she would kiss him that way. She bit his chin and he kissed her neck right there below her left ear - right there - and that did it - Ofelia's pussy felt as if it had broken like an egg & all that hot yoke inside was suddenly pouring out all over his cock and his groin. She yelled and it felt as if her pussy was trying to push his cock out the way it moved. The tightness was replaced by a sopping wet, strange openness, and a strong, punky smell. Her pussy was squeezing and pushing and pulling him, pulling his cock. The bed was making a terrible racket, and Manuel hoped that Dominga hadn't come home because she would know that her grown-up son and daughter were Fucking each other and that they were fucking - When Ofelia finally settled down she was lying on top of him. Their bellies were sticking together. Manuel stroked her hair, her back, her naked cracked in half bottom. He toyed with the hard pleated muscle where her rear-end was drawn down tugged and tucked into its dark, tightly pursed eyelet. He reached down further to feel the flesh nimbus stretched around his cock, cuntwrapped, warm in its pink lipring. Manuel was glad for Ofelia and didn't care that he hadn't come. He wanted her soft little light body - o madre hermana leche de estrella luz de mi corazon - to stay exactly where it was. To hell with the world and everything in it. Ofelia was the world and he was in it. vi. There was a small amount of blood on them where they had joined together and a dab of it on the bed sheets, but other than that it wasn't nearly the ordeal Ofelia feared it might be. The two of them lay close together for quite a few minutes on the dry side of the bed, Manuel curled up behind Ofelia, his hand on her belly. She didn't sleep because she kept her eyes on the digital clock on their bedside table. She had plenty of time still to get ready for Daniel, and she was reluctant to just jump up and walk out on Manuel even though she was beginning to get anxious. They were on the side of the bed Ofelia normally occupied, except that she was facing the middle of the bed and her brother was behind her. In truth, he had precious little room. The more she lay there and thought about it, the more she wondered how he managed not to fall off. She slid over a few inches and felt him slide over as well, so that they wouldn't break contact. Ofelia smiled and squeezed his hand, "Papi?" "What?" "I have to get up." "No." Ofelia let her face drop down to the pillow again. Manuel spread his hand wide across her flat tummy, applied pressure, as if to say, You're not going anywhere. She felt him pressing against her bare bottom, and suddenly she realized he hadn't finished. She lifted her head from the pillow again, "Papi?" "He went to China." "You didn't finish." "Finish what?" "Hello! You know what I mean." "No problem. Go to sleep." "I can't. It's getting late." Manuel's hand pushed even more firmly on her belly, and she felt his strength when he pulled her closer against him. He was harder now. He moved his hand and played with her breast. Her nipple was soft. He slid his hand down to the ridged curve of her ribs, down the waist-valley, up the slope of her hip, and finally around to her rear-end, which he promptly squeezed. She blinked slowly and felt his fingers slide between her small cheeks, down underneath, until he found the bulb of her Flower. He stroked her there and moved his fingertips until he found her wet opening. With his finger just inside it, he felt it grow more and more slippery. She made a soft little moan. She liked how it felt inside her very much. There was hardly any discomfort at all. She had to re-adjust her position for him a few times but Manuel was able to enter her without having to work very hard. It was very pleasant to move into her in such a lazy way. She was wet and her vagina made little muddy croaks. Soon he was moving inside her quicker, pushing and pushing, stabbing her with it over and over. Then he heard her tell him, "Don't finish inside." "I won't." he said, and a few moments later he was out and Ofelia felt between her legs for it. She grabbed it and pulled on it and felt him splatter. She could feel it throb in her hand, could feel it coming forcefully under her fingers. Now she had it between her thighs and there was another mess. She smiled and then laughed, her little body vibrating with it, but quietly. "Que?" "Now we have to sleep on the floor." she said. Seven o'clock came around, and to Ofelia those few hours seemed to take forever. She stood now in her bedroom while Manuel and Dominga had supper in the kitchen. She examined herself closely in her closet mirror. She was wearing a short black leather skirt and a shimmery red sleeveless halter top that was cut very low. A red lace bra pushed her breasts up and made them look plumper. She had a tiara in her hair, garnet earrings, a gold chain necklace (which Leo had given her), two bracelets on each wrist, and an ankle bracelet. She dabbed on a little mascara and eye-liner, and a subtle, dark lip gloss because she had heard Daniel mention once that he liked Latin girls with dark lipstick. That chola look. She sprayed a cloud of White Linen perfume and walked through it. She wore flats and sheer beige nylon stockings. Five of her ten fingers sported a ring, but she had put Leo's engagement ring on her dresser. She had never decked herself out quite this much, she thought. She looked striking. Her skirt she especially liked because it looked good on her little backside. She had tiny red lace panties on, a pair which hugged her cheeks and squeezed them together. She imagined how Daniel might react when he saw her with those racy things on, and she smiled. Her pulse fluttered in her wrist and her belly was having a conversation with itself. She had spent an inordinate amount of time on the toilet, but to no avail. She just knew that she would have to go as soon as she got into Daniel's apartment. When Daniel came he honked the horn of his black '99 Mustang and Manuel said nothing as he came into the bedroom and flopped onto the bed. He had a book under his nose, his usual comfort food. "Bye Papi. I'll be back soon." Ofelia said to him, and bent over the foot of the bed to wiggle his big toe. He ignored her. She came over and gave him a kiss on the forehead, and he didn't even blink. As she was leaving he said confidently, "If he hurts you I'll kill him." "I know." Ofelia answered, "He won't hurt me." "Lots of stupid girls have said the same thing." Manuel told her. His sister stopped and turned suddenly, then came back to where she could look at his face. "Be careful what you say to me." She said to him sharply. Whenever she spoke to the boy in those tones he shrank visibly, blinked, cowered. But he didn't answer. He didn't apologize. The Mustang honked again, and Dominga shouted from the kitchen. Ofelia yanked the book out of her brother's hands and plonked it on the bedside table. "Apologize to me." she told him. It was a command, not a request. Manuel shrank even more, and pulled himself into a sitting position, his knees up to his chin defensively. He wouldn't look at her. Anyone who observed them at that moment would have been astonished that one person could hold such power over another; and even more so that such power could come to the fore so quickly. "Apologize to me." Ofelia said again. The tone of her voice made Manuel blush deep red. His voice broke when he finally did what he was told. "Lo siento." Ofelia gave him the book back and left the apartment. Daniel was dressed nicer than usual as well. He wore dress slacks and a blue silk shirt. Ofelia's heart was racing as they drove off making small talk. She wondered why there was that strange awkwardness between two people even after they had been so intimate. Ofelia was thinking about only a few hours before, at the mill, in Daniel's office. She had been ready to jump on him right then and there, and now she felt shy and somewhat distant. As if he was reading her mind, Daniel said, "There's something about the automobile that reminds the female of the species that the male is basically a predator..." he began, and it sounded like he had memorized it from a book. Her first thought was that Daniel and Manuel could probably be good friends if it weren't for the fact that they both wanted the same girl, and if it weren't for the sad fact (sad for them, not for her) that they were both members of the inferior sex. "Huh?" Ofelia said, giving him a half-smile and raised eyebrows. "Like all those fifty-dollar words? Sounded good, didn't it?" Daniel said. "I guess." Ofelia replied, and looked out the windshield. "That's why I always give the girl the option of meeting me somewhere instead of having me pick her up. When she's driving herself she's empowered. She feels safer." Daniel continued. "You been with a lot of girls then?" she asked him. "No, not really." Daniel replied, "A lot less than most guys my age. Are you surprised?" "Kind of. You seem like, very confident. And like you're used to it." "Well, I'm not. Used to it, I mean. I guess I'm pretty confident, or at least I've gotten good at acting like I am. One thing I learned is women don't seem to respect a man who's unsure of himself." Ofelia nodded in agreement. She definitely found confidence and self-assurance attractive. That was one of the things she admired about Leonard, and one thing she wished Manuel would cultivate within himself. "I thought we could go somewhere and get something to eat." he said, after a short silence. "Okay." Ofelia said brightly, though the last thing she wanted to do was eat. So much for all that talk about just going to his place and it not mattering what she was wearing because it wouldn't be staying on long. The tension was killing her and after another few moments of dead air she took two fingers of her left hand and made them walk across the arm-rest between them. She was making that face where she looked like a little girl, her lips pursed because she was trying not to smile, and she was looking up at him under her eyebrows. She was humming. Daniel watched the two fingers walk up to his side of the arm rest. They stood there for a while and then jumped from there to his shoulder. Ofelia made the little jumper cry *wheeeeeee* as he flew through the air. Daniel was trying to pay attention to the road and to Ofelia at the same time. His eyes darted back and forth. He had a suspicious expression on his face, which he had put there on purpose. "Ofelia?" he said stiffly, "Pay no attention to those nice young gentlemen with the big butterfly nets, they mean you no harm. Everything will be....alright..." Ofelia Ch. 02 Pt. 04-06 Ofelia made her little finger-man jump back down on the arm-rest, and she gave Daniel her confused hunting-dog head-tilt, her lips still pursed, her eyebrows drawn together. "I'm kidding. It's a joke. Butterfly nets? You know?" "Nope." "Never mind." "Okee-doke." Ofelia was turned in her seat so that she was facing Daniel. He realized then that she wasn't wearing her seat belt. He also realized that he could see down her blouse. She was staring at him, looking at his hair, his ear, his nose, his mouth. She was blinking slowly. "I thought we weren't going anywhere. That's what you said today." "Yeah I know. But then I thought that would be tacky." "Tahqui?" Ofelia repeated the word and it sounded funny to him because she didn't know what it meant. Ofelia saw that he was very close shaved everywhere except for where his neatly trimmed mustache and beard were. Daniel reached out and took her hand as he explained what 'tacky' meant. She quickly interlaced her fingers with his and put her other hand over top of his hand. She liked that he didn't have big hands like some men. He had smallish, gentle hands, like Leonard's, even like Manuel's. She was constantly thinking of similarities and disparities among the three key men in her life. She thought to herself that perhaps what would make her the happiest would be if she could have all three of them. Why shouldn't things turn all the way around? Men were allowed to have numerous lovers, even numerous wives, in some cultures. Why shouldn't women be allowed to enjoy more than one man at a time? Why should they be forced to make choices which will only get people hurt, including themselves? Ofelia believed that she could love more than one man, but the love would be different in each particular case, for each man. She did love Leonard, but it was in a respectful, sedate, warm sort of way. She could imagine having respectful, sedate, warm sex with him. She loved Manuel too, of course, in a very deep, spiritual, sublimely affectionate sort of way; and she didn't have to imagine how the sex would be with him. It would be deep, spiritual, and sublimely affectionate. With Daniel, the love she felt was passionate, excited, hot, breathless, impatient, tense, nervous, aggressive, toothy, cocky, urgent. Where Manuel would purr, Daniel would growl; where Leonard would pet, Daniel would bite. Leonard was a verse in a Hallmark card; Manuel was Pablo Neruda; Daniel was Eminem. Ofelia giggled when she thought of that, and Daniel asked her what was funny. "I'm not hungry!" she said, and gave him an imploring hang-dog look. She squeezed his hand hard. "Alright. Then.... is there anything you feel like doing?" Daniel responded, and he could practically taste the innuendo as the words dribbled out of his mouth. Ofelia bit her upper lip, raised her eyes, as if in deep thought. She freed his hand of one of hers and put her finger to her chin. "Hmmmm. Let me see...." "Are you being a bad girl?" Daniel asked, turning the wheel and changing the direction he was heading. "Si, senior." Ofelia said, and picked his hand up from the arm-rest. She put it to her mouth and kissed it, then gave it a sharp little bite.