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When I bent down to pick up the book, my stepsister pulled my shorts down. The three of them stared in silence, and I knew something could never go back to how it was.

The robe barely covered her legs when she approached the sofa. Tobías was no longer pretending to sleep, and everything I’d been keeping quiet for months was showing.

My cousin had gone to the beach with her friends. When I rang the bell, my aunt opened the door wearing her apron and a smile I’d never seen before.

I went into my room and found her naked in a corner, masturbating while she watched me. She said nothing. Neither did I. I just sat down in front of her.

When Don Alberto looked at me that way for the first time, I knew something in me wasn’t what everyone thought. That afternoon confirmed it.

When she asked me to undress and climb onto the examination table, I knew something between us was going to break that could never be put back together.

Sebastián had never opened that book in his life. But he had been keeping a rope in the drawer for weeks, waiting for the night we’d be alone.

Renata had a dress almost transparent from sweat and a smile that wasn’t about rest. Nobody knew how to dance. That night, it didn’t matter.

Bruno would take our parents back to the city and I’d stay behind alone. What no one expected was that Sunday lunch would end like that.

She came down the stairs in those leather pants, and I knew the night was going to be complicated. When I had her pressed against my back on the motorcycle, I forgot she was my father’s wife.

When I left his bedroom transformed into Valentina, the sound of my heels in the hallway told me there was no turning back.