We thought we had a normal family. Mom and Dad worked and didn’t get home until six thirty or seven. When we were younger, we had a nanny. When I was ten, Maria was deported, so Sissy, my sister, and I were left to fend for ourselves.
I doubted that our parents even knew what we were doing, in school and out, for most of our lives. With Maria leaving, it left a void in our lives. We, or I for sure, began to think of her as our mother. I’m sure that she loved us too, but it didn’t last.
Our parents got the baby thing over with within the first two years of their marriage. Then they could go on about making their fame and fortune in the corporate world. I did have a sort of resentment toward them too. Whenever they were around, I felt as if they were invading our space.
We live in an exclusive and very stuck-up neighborhood. We were allowed to go out to “visit” with our friends, but we had better not let one of their parents see us with even a little smudge on us. Our parents would certainly hear about it. That is why we spent most of our time in the house, either in front of the TV or at a computer. We had several of each to choose from.
Like I said, Sissy and I were left on our own after Maria left. Mom felt that, at ten, I was old enough to take care of Sissy. She was nine at the time. My only complaint was that I had very little privacy. I was almost eleven, and I had heard most of the “talk” at school. I had reached a point in my life where I needed to lock a door once in a while. Every time I did, there was a knock, and I had to answer it. It was always Sissy with something stupid.
One day, when I was fifteen, I had locked myself in the bathroom and was at a ‘crucial point’ in what I was doing when there was a knock at the door. Usually, I could hear her approaching, but this time she startled me limp. I was pissed. I decided to startle her. Instead of pulling my pants up and opening the door, I waddled over to the door with my pants still around my ankles and opened the door. She had her fist up to knock again as I opened it. She just glared at me and then at my dick.
“You could have just told me that you were masturbating, and I would have left you alone,” she said. “Of course, if you want me to watch you...” She turned to walk away but turned right back. “Does that really feel good?”