Voluptuous Addiction

The three women my brothers brought to the countryside were different.The girls there were always thin and very reserved. Those three women flaunted bulky and very attractive bodies, in addition to always laughing and talking nonsense they thought I didn't understand. Of course I understood. Of course, they were looking at me like that because they expected to be received by the old people with the smell of smoke, but for a long time that was no longer a reality. The old men had children, and it was these children who commanded the region. I would soon stop being a novelty.However, the only single girl my brothers brought was a little less bulky than the other two. She had a firm abdomen, which appeared below the small blouse she wore, and her waist was very thin and tight on the belt of her pants. A huge tear was on both knees of her pants, showing remnants of the white skin underneath.She didn't wear as many jewels as one of the sisters, and her hair wasn't golden like the other.

Of course, I was always willing to submit to what my older sisters proposed, and of course I was always regretting it when I realized that the idea was a complete bore. For example, the moment I let them drag me into the vastness of the field, and I convinced myself that I was really going to a beautiful refreshing waterfall. But I wasn't prepared for half the disappointments, starting with the chosen path.Gabriella was a wonderful lawyer, but as a tour guide, she was a disaster. She managed to get us lost in an open field. She simply did not know which direction made the most sense for the point that her boyfriend had pointed out as the place of the waterfall, and this made us practically spin in circles and not reach any point."Yeah, I think we should have waited," said Gabriella, leaning against a tree full of ripe mangoes. "But I thought things were closer around here, as it usually is in the interior of the cities."It's just that the field connects all the other farms," said G

"Yes, it's a constant process. But we're getting over it little by little. "I said, trying to change the subject. “I think I'm going back to the room and try to sleep again.Bernardo agreed with a nod and accompanied me back to the room. Although I was not yet ready to open up completely, something inside me began to consider that maybe he could be someone I could trust and find support, even if we needed to keep our distances for now.The next morning, the sun began to illuminate the sky when I was awakened by a loud moan near the bedroom window. My heart raced for a moment, but I soon realized that I was just one of the animals on the farm, and I laughed at myself for scaring me.When I looked at the beds next door, I noticed that Gina and Gabriella were not there. I was surprised, because we usually woke up together, but I imagined that they were exploring the farm or enjoying the beginning of the day in some way.I decided to get up and get ready for the day. I brushed my teeth an

“I... I don't feel comfortable with that, Bernardo. In addition, I have no experience with animals in this way. "I tried to explain, feeling the frustration grow in me.He didn't seem satisfied with my answer."That's no excuse, Giulia. You are here on the farm, and you need to learn how to deal with things as they are. It's not fair that you simply refuse to help. "he replied, visibly angry.My emotions were on the surface, and I felt attacked. The tension between us increased, and before I could think better, I ended up saying things I didn't want."I'm not a farmer like you! I've never been raised like this! I'm just here to support my sisters, and not to be part of it all! "I exploded, letting my irritation escape.He looked at me surprised, but his face was still loaded with irritation."You don't have to be a farmer to help. This is a matter of collaboration and being part of the family. "he said, with a calmer voice, but still hurt.Before the discussion went on, I felt that it

In the dream, the kitchen of our house was immersed in a gloomy twilight, and the heavy atmosphere enveloped me. I revived the high-pitched sound of the knife cutting the air, the look of terror in my father's eyes and the feeling of despair taking over me. I screamed, but there was nothing I could do to stop the tragedy.I woke up in the middle of a hiccup, my heart beating fast in my chest. The painful memory of the past made me even more shaken, and I felt taken by the sadness and longing for my father.Despite being far from home and the city, I felt like I was facing my fears and insecurities head-on. It was as if the farm, with all its simplicity and authenticity, was helping me to confront my painful memories and find a way to move on.I decided to get up and distract myself a little, walking around the farm. The fresh air and nature around me calmed me down. I still felt physically weak, but mentally I was more determined to face my emotions.I knew I couldn't escape the past,