This is a Docufiction (part fact part fiction)
I never thought it would be like this. I mean she has always been someone who I found extremely attractive, but I never thought that it would get this far. Well, I am going to have a hell of a story to tell when I get back.
I was definitely a late bloomer. Being from Brazil my cousins would talk about kissing and sex at an age where I knew nothing about it. You see in Brazil, sex is something you do before you turn 18, and kissing is something you do much sooner than that.
I moved to the USA with my parents when I was five years old. I didn't really fit in. I was a foreigner that barely spoke English, so the Americans didn't want me in their group, and I barely spoke Spanish, so the Hispanic kids didn't want me in their group.
There weren't a lot of Brazilians in my area and I had to just find a place. I bounced around as I got older trying to find where I fit in. This didn't only happen in the US, it also happened in Brazil. I didn't visit often so my Portuguese wasn't at the level of someone my age. I only saw my cousins a couple of times a year so our bond wasn't as strong. It was pointless to make friends with anyone because I wouldn't see them for almost a year afterwards anyway.
Because of all this, and my very awkward personality, it took me a while to get anywhere sexually. Even kissing! I didn't get my first kiss till I was around 16. It was a special moment, by a river in a gazebo in a city inside a volcano. It was at a summer apartment my family owns in Brazil. Unfortunately, that meant that dating my first kiss would be very hard. We tried for a little bit but because of the distance, and our personalities, it just didn't work.
At this point I had thought that all hope was lost and I would just stay this way for a long time. My parents were each other's first, almost, everything. I figured I would find someone later on in life and then it would all work out.
This teenage lust thing seemed like a waste of time and unneeded drama anyway. Also, when both parties have no idea what they are doing it doesn't always go as good as imagined. But what if I met someone that wasn't a teenager.
Every summer I went to Brazil. Since Brazil is in the southern hemisphere my summer was their winter, but it never got too cold. It was the only extended free time I had and I would take this time to visit family.
I have a younger female cousin. She definitely has a silver spoon and is protected as much as possible. In Brazil it is normal for a middle-class family to have a live-in maid, or a babysitter. My aunt had someone who would do both. She would take care of all of my cousins needs during the morning and afternoon, and while my cousin was at school or some special lesson the maid would clean the house. This of course made the maid more valuable since she knew how to take care of a child and keep the house clean.
Her name was Julia. She was 18, short, black hair, tan skin, and had recently moved from northern Brazil to Sao Paulo to make money and help her family.
The first time I saw her I drooled a little. She didn't look like the girls that I was use to seeing in the USA. At that point in my life, I hadn't seen a lot of young girls that looked like that. Whenever I stayed at my aunt's house, I would talk to her. I would even help her with some of her chores or I would do my part of the chore so she wouldn't have to do it for me. She would say thank you and smile at me.
My cousin is such a pain in the butt, but spending time with Julia made staying at my aunt's house worth it. That summer I went back to the USA looking forward to coming back to Brazil.
The following year, there was a change in the atmosphere between Julia and me. At this point in my life, I was still horrible at flirting, and understanding flirting, however looking back on it now I definitely see the signs.
Julia had started flirting with me. When I would help out she would touch my shoulder, whenever she needed something from a higher shelf she would ask me instead of trying to get it herself, and she would smile when she looked at me or asked if I needed something.
The summer I turned 18 was a summer I'll never forget. I had found out that Julia was not going to work for my aunt anymore at the end of the year. My aunt didn't want to keep a babysitter-maid and Julia enjoyed doing both since she got to charge a little extra. They agreed to wait till the end of the year since that's when the school year ends in Brazil, opposite hemisphere remember.
I would usually spend the beginning of my summer break with my aunt since she lived in the same city as the airport and it was just easier that way. I spent a couple of weeks there at a time before going to another family member's house to do the same thing.
When I saw Julia this time, she looked at me and said "You are a legal adult now. Do you feel different?"
I replied, "I'm just happy I am not a kid anymore", even though 18 is still is a kid.
From the very first day I was there I knew things wouldn't be the same as last time. I couldn't see the lust, but at the time I did see a change. After a couple of days at my aunt's house I finally had some laundry that needed to be washed. I kept it in the corner of the room I was staying so that way it wouldn't be obvious. While I was changing from my night wear to my day wear one day, I noticed the door start to creak open without a knock.
I said "hold on hold on not yet", and then the door closed.
There was a knock and it was Julia asking if I had any laundry because she was going to start the wash. I grabbed the bag and gave it to her without fully opening the door. I thought it would have been embarrassing if she saw me like this.
Like I said the winter in Brazil doesn't really get cold and air conditioning in Brazil is very expensive. There are very few people that have central air. Usually there is a wall unit in the living room and everywhere else you just open the window if it gets hot and you close it if it gets cold.
