New story guys and gals….. hope you will like it…
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My name is Sebastian. My friends called me Seb for short.
My dad, who was only 17 years older, was living with me. He is a handsome man and people always said I inherited his good looks.
When I was 8, my parents had a huge argument and mum left home.
I was not sure what the argument was about, but when I came home from school, the apartment was in a mess and dad told me that she had left us without providing me any reason. She did not even left a note for me.
As a young boy, I was very sad and struggled on alone. There were no grandparents for me or even uncles and aunties. I had no idea where my grandparents were and had never seen them before. My parents never spoke about them before. All I had known was that my dad was the only child.
After I had lost my mum, I tried to be at home after school everyday. The school bus would drop me off and I would get my own lunch before heading home. Dad was very busy and I seldom see him. He would suddenly return home some afternoons or some times at night. So by being home, I would have the small window of opportunity to see him.
Money was never an issue as we stayed in a condo in the East Coast area. All I knew was that he was running some businesses and he tried to make time for me whenever he was free. Dad doted on me as he always brought me out and bought toys for me. Never once had he scolded me.
Times flew by. I studied hard and got into a good secondary all-boys school. Dad was still running his business. I never probe into what he was doing but I knew he was lonely after mum left.
When I was 15, dad brought home his girlfriend. I remembered that day clearly in early 2009.
I was at home playing with my xbox in my room when I heard the main door being unlocked. I paused my game and went out.
To my surprised, dad was not alone. A very young woman stood next to him by the door.
Dad: Seb, this is my friend, Mila.
I turned and looked at her. Mila was pretty, slim and fair. She had shoulder length hair, maybe about 1.6m tall, and had big round eyes. She was wearing a simple Tshirt and her frayed jeans-shorts accentuate her legs and made them looked longer. As a boy growing through puberty, my eyes lingered on a body a little longer more than I wished.
Mila: Hi Sebastian, nice to meet you. Here, this is for you.
She interrupted my thoughts.
I looked up and smiled at her. She smiled back and passed me the small plastic carrier. I looked at my dad.
Dad: go on…. she had got you something. I think you will like it.
I took the bag from her and looked into it. It was one of the latest game, Halo3.
Me: wow. Thanks!
It was the game that I was looking towards to get and my mind forgot all about Mila.
Me: dad, please excuse me if you dont mind.
dad: haha…. go….
with that, I scurried back to my room.
It was the evening before my dad knocked on my door and came into my room. He told me Mila had went off.
Dad: Seb, I want to talk to you.
me: ok….
I paused my game and sat next to him.
dad: You know, mum had left us for some time. I am lonely and Mila is a good girl.
I nodded.
dad: I know you are old enough to understand…..
I kept quiet.
Dad: I had known Mila for about 1 year. I think it is a good time to bring her home to meet you today. She is 22, 7 years older than you. I am sure that both of you will get along well and I think you needed someone, a step mother to look after you. If you dont have objection, I would like to marry her.
I looked at him in the eyes. I could tell that dad was sincere and wanted to marry Mila. I could not bring myself to deny him his happiness even though I had not known Mila. But after what happened to mum, I was sure he would make his choices carefully.
Me: dad, if you think she is right for you, I do not have any objections.
Dad: thanks Seb.
He patted my shoulder and went out. Their marriage was a low-key affair at the ROM 2 weeks later, without any guests. Obviously they had already booked the date even before consulting me.
Mila moved into our house after that event.
After the ceremony, they dropped me home and told me they needed to get some stuffs for Mila as she will be moving in that night. By the time they were back, I was already asleep.
Over the few days, I did not have much chance to see them. Obviously dad was lousy at planning as he did not pre-empt all the stuffs that Mila required. They were always out of the house getting something for her. Toothbrush today, towels tomorrow. Every day, I would be asleep by the time they were back.
This took a full week and by the time everything was in order, it was already the next Saturday.
That morning, dad said he needed to be at work and Mila was left in the house with me alone. I had not seen her for more than 5 mins each day over the past week.
Because she was around and I was not comfortable to speak to her, I hid in my room and played my console.
At around lunch time, she knocked on my door.
Mila: Sebas, I had cooked. Come out and eat.
I hesitated. Namely because I had not much of a contact with the female gender since mum left. My school was an all-boys school and the only woman I knew were those sales people at the malls as well as those in my porn sites that I surfed.
Finally, I opened the door and peeked out.
Mila was at the dinning table and she saw me.
Mila: come….. dont be shy…. haha….
I walked over gingerly. She was wearing a normal T-short and shorts. Her hair was bundled up from all the cooking she had done but she still looked pretty.
I took the chair furthest away from her.
Mila: hey…. dont sit so far….. you wont be able to reach the food.
She pushed the chair next to her out with her foot.
Mila: hehe…. sit here.
I went over slowly.
Mila: why are you blushing? haha…. I wont bite….
My face turned beetroot and without talking, I ran back into my room, with my heart beating fiercely against my rib cage.
After about an hour, she knocked on my door again.
Mila: I left the food on the table. I am going out. Remember to have your lunch.
Only after I heard the main door closed, then I sneaked out.
My stomach was growling by the time I ate.
After lunch, I composed myself and thought about everything. Mila was my step-mother, my dad’s wife. She would be staying in my house and if this continue, my life would be severly affected. I decided that I had to get to know her and try to be normal and speak to her as if she was my mum.
I was in the living room watching TV when I heard the door opened. I did not look up as I did not trust myself to see her.
Me: Hi mum….
Mila: har?….. hahaha….. I am not your mum… call me Mila….haha….
I thought she would go into her room but instead, she sat down besides me on the sofa, her thighs touched mine. My heart started to beat.
Mila: It’s so hot outside.
I started to get up but her hands shot out and held my shoulder. I fell back into the sofa.
Mila: wait…wait… where are you going?
Me: I….I…. ermm….I…am going ….going to the toilet…..
my speech stuttered uncontrollably and she laughed.
Mila: that can wait….. I think we need to talk.
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, not knowing what to say.
Suddenly, she put her hand on my thigh and squeezing me. My heart almost stopped and I started to shake and shiver. At the same time, I felt myself getting erected.
Mila: hey! why are you shivering? are you ok?
She put another hand on my forehead. I could smell her perfume and started to shake even more.
Mila: no fever….hmm…. are you ok? sebas?
I could hear concerns in her voice. With my eyes shut, I nodded weakly.
I knew she was staring at me but I did not opened my eyes.
Suddenly it happened!
I felt my balls exploding. Hot semen ejaculated into my undies.
I tensed up momentarily before opening my eyes and leaped out of the sofa.
Me: shit….
I murmured and ran to the toilet, leaving Mila looking at me astonished.
As I washed my undies in the toilet, I heard her knocked on the door.
Mila: I left your new underwear on the door handle.
she knew!
At that momenent, I wished the floor would open up and swallow me up whole from my embarrassment.
I quickly washed and sneaked my hand out, making sure she is not around, before collecting my undies.
I planned to run straight into my room and hide in it.
But the plan was not to be. As I exited the toilet, she was standing there waiting for me.
I looked on the floor and started to run.
As I ran past her, she moved quickly and grabbed my arm.
Mila: wait…. we need to talk…..
I tried to shrug her off, but her grip was strong.
Mila: Sebastian. Stop. WE NEED TO TALK or I will tell your dad.
This made me stopped struggling.
She brought me to the living room and this time, we sat on separate furniture this time.
Mila: Dont feel embarrassed. This happens to everyone during puberty. Especially since you did not have much contact with woman. So dont worry. I fully understand.
I did not answer. Her sentence made me burrow deeper into my shell.
Mila: I know you are shy. Give some time to yourself and me. We need to get along so that your dad will not be worried.
I remained silent
Mila: Dont treat me as a woman. Treat me as your older sister. Not your mum. ok?
I nodded weakly.
Mila: ok…. you can go back to your room. But no closing of your door. understand?
Me: ok…….
with that, she allowed me to retreat. I hid under the covers that whole afternoon.
Over the next 2 weeks, she gave me space and tried not to be in the same room. Dad was still perpetually at work. The only time I had to deal with her in close proximity was during meal times when I had to eat with her at the same table.
Slowly but surely, I got more and more used to her. I reminded myself to not look at her as a woman, but rather as a older sister.
She also told me stories about herself.
She had an older brother and I found out how she got to know my dad; at a medium session in Sembawang.
I was surprised that my dad had visited a medium. I did not know he was a believer of such things.
Finally after aboout a month or so, I got accustomed to her. She was helping out with the house work and cooking my meals, just like a mother did, as she was not working.
However, at night, whenever my dad was home, I could hear them making love in their room. Her moans were loud and audible even when I closed the door to my room.
Ultimately, at 15, I was still going through puberty and my testosterones were at its peak. As Mila was young and pretty, she was the centre of my imagination and I would often masturbate myself to her moans during their session. I trained myself to time my ejaculation when she was moaning the loudest.
When I relieved myself, after that I would have a sense of guilt as she was afterall, my dad’s wife.
And every time after that happened, the next day dad would always not be around when I returned home from school. Because we were the only person in the house, initially, I was shy when I spoke to her. After a while, I managed to overcome this feeling.
She would always appeared normal and not talk about what my shyness. I guessed she knew I knew.
We got on together well and apart from those nights, otherwise I had never fantasized about her. It was just somewhat wrong.
Normally, I would rush home back from school, bathe, have my lunch with Mila, do my homework before engaging into my console.
I could remember it was in July when the weather was at its most humid and warm.
I came home from school as per normal. Mila normally would be in the kitchen preparing my lunch. Today, lunch had already been laid out on the dining table.
She was not in the kitchen and I presumed that she was in her room. I bathe and came out but I still did not see her.
Because she made it a point that I were to eat with her, I went back to my room and started on my school work.
After I completed about 3.30pm, she still did not appeared. My stomach was growling and I decided to look for her.
I went over to her door and knocked.
There was no answer.
Not sure if she was asleep or awake, I tried the door knob. It turned in my hands.
Tentatively, I pushed open the door. A wave of cold air slammed into my face.
I had not entered my dad’s room since Mila moved in.
Apparently they had bought some heavy drapes as the room was dark with the sunlight filtered off.
The tiny green light from the air-conditioner confirmed that she was in the room.
From the faint afternoon light coming in through the door, I looked at the bed and I could only vaguely see Mila face. The rest of her body was under the covers.
I could not see if her eyes were opened or closed. But because she was not moving I presumed that she was sleeping.
I was about to close the door when something caught the corner of my eye. I turned and looked at the new shelf that they had bought.
It was not the shelf that caught my attention. It was the items on it. Although due to the dim lighting, I could not tell what was on the shelf but somehow, it intrigued me and I was lured towards it like a fish on a line.
Leaving the safety of the entrance and starting to be oblivious of the surroundings, I walked towards it slowly, leaving the door opened.
As I neared the shelf, the items became clearer.
I could see that there were some small toy cars on the shelf. Sitting next to the cars were a bottle of Yukult. Besides that, there were some candies.
In the middle of all those was a small tray. Incense ashes laid in the tray.
Right towards the back of the shelf, there was a container which stood alone. The items seemed to be stuffs for worshipping the container.
Although, my instincts felt uneasy, but I had another stronger feeling that made me just want to have a look at what is inside that glass container.
A primal Need to know what is inside it.
To open it and see the contents inside.
I arrived by the shelf and reached out my hand to grab it.
I had not heard any sounds or sensed any movement in the room. I was like in a trance and my attention was fully on the container.
Suddenly, I felt myself being yanked backwards.
Mila: Sebas No!
She broke me from my stupor and because she wanted to get me away from the shelf, she had panicked and used considerable force to tugged my arm. I stumbled backwards and slamped into her.
Although I was just 15, we were about the same height but I was larger than her petite frame. She fell towards the floor pulling me down with her.
Mila: Ouch!
She let out a squeak as she hit the floor hard. I managed to twist my body in mid air so as not to fall directly onto her. My legs were sideways and both my hands went down to the floor to support my weight. My right hand landed on the floor but my left hand landed on some thing soft. Mila. Because I did not want to hurt her, I twisted my body somemore so that my full weight was on my right and not on her. As a result, acute pain shot up my right wrist.
Me: OUCH!
My shout was even louder than hers as I slammed on the floor. We did not moved for a moment due to the shock. Mila reacted first.
Mila: Sebas! Are you ok?!
I felt her move her body and my left palm felt a rubbery knob slid across it.
Me: arghh… I think I broke or sprained my wrist.
I was still lying face down with my head still spinning and my wrist hurting.
Mila: Are you ok? Can you move?
I felt her squatting besides me, with her hand my shoulder.
Me: I think so.
Mila: try to turn around and sit up.
I moved slowly, trying to turn myself around to my back. As I turned my head to face her, I was stunned and stopped moving.
She was kneeling besides me and just 2 feet away, even in the dim light, I could see right between her legs. The dark triangular patch of her unshaven pubic hair, leading down to the lips of her pussy. It was the first time in my life that I had ever seen a real pussy and it was upclose. I could see the wrinkled folds that were so different from the rest of her smooth skin. She had an extra bit of skin protruding out from within all those folds.
In that moment, I forgot about the pain in my wrist and my dick seemed to have a mind of its own as it saluted to her naked glory.
Mila: Why did you stopped turning? Are you ok?
She sounded worried and did not realized that her pussy is what is I was interested in at that instant.
Mila: can you sit up?
I closed my eyes and regained my focus. My wrist is starting to smart again and cringed as I turned around and managed to sit up on the floor, holding my wrist. Mila was still squatting next to me.
Mila: How is your wrist? Are you hurt anywhere else?
Me: I think my wrist is bad. Otherwise I am fine.
She got up and switched on the orange overhead light before squatting besides me again.
Mila: Come. Let me have a look.
I gingerly lifted my hand and she held it in hers. As she did that, I noticed that she was totally naked. Her breasts were quiet small but her nipples were large and pointy. At that time I did not know, but later part, I would come to realize that she was an A cup.
As she took my hand and looked at the swollen wrist, I could see the red marks of my palm on her right breast. My hand must have landed on it and I suspected the rubbery feeling was her nipple. Because this was the first time, I was totally lost between ecstasy and pain.
Mila: It looked bad. We need to get you to a doc. Go outside first. Let me change and we can go.
She held me up to my feet. I had a massive erection and I saw her glance very briefly at my crotch before ushering me out of her room.
Mila drove us to the hospital and I was diagnosed as having a broken wrist. I was in a cast.
She kept apologising to me all the while but I kept quiet even though I had lots of questions. My mind was full of her naked body. However, I had also noticed that her back was heavily tattooed.
On the way back, she spoke first.
Mila: why are you so quiet? Are you still unwell or are you angry with me?
I shifted in my seat uneasily, looking down at my feet.
Mila: Don’t worry about your dad. I will explain to him.
She kept quiet for a moment before speaking again.
Mila: Is this your first time seeing a naked woman?
I nodded.
Mila: don’t think too much into it. I was having a headache since morning. I cooked earlier so that you could have your lunch when you came home before going to bed.
I nodded again.
Mila: You have something to ask me?
I considered before speaking.
Me: what was on the shelf?
Mila: Its my xiao gui. KMT for short.
I raised my eye brow.
Mila: don’t worry. He is harmless. Basically he protects me. But remember, you cannot touch anything on the shelf.
I nodded dumbly as I was not too sure what it meant.
Mila: any other question?
Me: your tattoos.
Mila: oh. They are like charms. Also to protect me from harm. Don’t worry about it as well. Any more questions?
Me: no….
Mila: ok. I am hungry. let’s go grab something for food.
That evening, when Dad saw my hand, he told Mila to look after me well. He stayed at home for a about a week and showed concerns towards me. He was back to his schedule after that.
Over the next few weeks, the cast was an issue for me. I was right handed and I could not masturbate with my left hand and my mind was full of images of Mila’s naked body especially her breasts and also her pussy.
Every time when I heard her moans during her nights with my dad, I felt even worst being unable to release all my tension. I was getting frustrated with myself. I could not focus and kept getting angry at small little nothings. Mila noticed it as well.
On some days, she would ask me.
Mila: Is everything ok?
I would just nod my head and leave it at that.
After about a month, I could not take it any more. My raging hormones during my puberty definitely needed a release.
After lunch, I went back to my room and closed the door and switched on my laptop. I positioned myself, removed my bottoms and proceeded to surf the latest porn videos. My cock stood at full mast and I tried to use my left hand. Unfortunately, I could not gather enough momentum due to the retarded left hand. Ten minutes later, I was still trying. My penis was starting to get sore from the rubbing.
I stopped, frustrated once again and slammed my left hand on the computer table.
Me: ARHGH! FUCK!
I must have shouted too loudly when suddenly my door flew opened. I was horrified as Mila stood at the door.
Mila: Are you ok?! OH!
She looked at me shocked as well as her eyes fall on to my penis.
My shorts and undies were on the floor. I was sitting on the chair facing her with a erection, with my right arm in a cast, in front of the computer with a porn video showing.
It definitely did not take her long to figure out what happened. Quickly, I tried to use my left hand to cover my modesty and looked on the floor, not knowing what to do. She had been very nice to me since she stayed in my house and I could not take it to scream at her to get out of my room.
Mila: ah. now I know why you are so frustrated recently.
I thought she would go out and close the door but I was wrong.
Instead, she walked towards me.
I swivelled the chair and turned away from her, trying to cover up myself but she walked up right behind me and turn the chair back so that I faced her.
Mila: let me help you. I caused your accident and I do not like you feeling so frustrated.
I looked up at her. She was smiling at me.
Mila: make sure that your dad does not know about this.
With that, she bended down, and moved my hand away, exposing my starting-to-deflated manhood. Before I could speak, she reached down and touched my cock.
Immediately, it started to rise again.
Her eyebrow lifted a little when she saw my full mast but she did not say anything else. As if by automation, she grabbed my cock with her slender fingers gently.
I held my breathing as it was the first time my cock was being held by a woman. She tugged it gently and did not look at me. Her focus was on my dick. In her position, her Tshirt had opened up a little and I could see the beige bra that she was wearing.
Suddenly, without warning, my cock twitched and I shot out my month long storage of load. She retracted immediately and I came all over the floor. Mila stood up and looked at me, still smiling.
Mila: that was fast…… haha….ok…. I hope you are fine now. Clean up….ok?
With that she left the room nonchalantly and that was my first time being touched by a woman. Since then, she masturbated for me frequently. Maybe once a fortnight. But she always reminded me that it will not happen forever.
Mila: Remember, you will have to help yourself once your hand recovered.
Secretly, I hoped my hand would never get well.
Each time, she would be the one offering to help me release. She would ask me to go into the room first, normally after lunch. I would take it as a signal and undress myself. Never once did it go more than her just jerking me off and I never touched her even though often I had imagined myself doing that.
Apart from those 5-10 mins or so, Mila and I got along fine. She was still like an older sister taking care of me. Dad’s schedule was still as per normal and he still come home at unscheduled timings. But Mila always seemed to know his timing well and never once were we caught.
This went on for about 5 months and I was getting too used to the routine. Boredom was also starting to play its part. From a 10 secs ejaculation, I had managed to last for about 5 mins.
Then it happened unexpectedly.
One day, after lunch, she told me to go into the room.
Mila: Sebas, you go into the room and wait for me.
I went in my room and removed my clothes. From the chair, we had progress to the stage where I would lie on the bed while she just sat there and jerked me off. She said that it was more comfortable for her any myself. She came into my room a few minutes later and sat beside me and started her deed.
Somehow, I was feeling bored with it and after 10 mins, I had still not come. She let go of me and sat there looked into my eyes.
Mila: Sorry. My hand is tired.
Me: Sorry….
Mila: why is it taking so long today?
Me: I don’t know.
Mila: hmm… Are you getting bored?
I shrugged my shoulders. She thought for a moment and then without warning, she took off her top, leaving only her beige bra.
Mila: Is this better?
I looked at her bra and imagined her breasts underneath it. I could feel my cock throbbing again as fresh blood rushed in. She saw that and smiled. Instead of wearing back her top, her hands went to the straps and pulled down both sides of her bra, exposing her breasts.
Those breasts that I had been imagining for the past 6 months. I looked lustily at them, looking at her erected brown nipples, and every one of the tiny pimples-liked ridges around it.
Mila: This should work.
She reached out for my dick again and this time, just after a few seconds, I ejaculated everything out. She pulled the straps back in place and wore her top.
Mila: ok…. clean up.
Then she left the room.
This continued on until my wrist recovered in another 2 months. I always hoped, but it never progress further than that. Although I had imagined about her but ultimately, I respected her. I did not even go to the laundry basket and looked for her soiled undergarments.
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Welcome back and you are late!
Had been looking out for your next master piece after you had finished your last..
Thanks in advance bro pussluver!
sorry for the long wait. I was very busy and also did not have inspirations then.
As usual, I just completed the boring part. prelude for what will happen next.
Hopefully this story will gather as much support from readers here as those before.
8 years went by and I had completed my NS and was now studying my last two semesters in the University.
Mila and Dad were still living with me. Dad was starting to spend more time at home and he still looked like he was in his early thirties and handsome. Some times when he is free, he would cook. His dishes definitely tasted better than Mila’s. But Mila would always take care of the rice.
As for Mila, she was getting more and more into the worshipping stuffs and even some of her materials had migrated into the living room. Initially it was a little eerie, but I did not encounter anything and soon the feeling went by.
At 30, she was still pretty and our brother-sister relation had gotten closer after all these years. We never ever mentioned what happened again in my teens.
Since the experienced I had with Mila, I never had any physical contact with any woman after that. It was always my trusted righty.
I had also recently got together with a girl, Kei.
Kei was 2 years younger than me and we had got together through a mutual friend’s introduction, Eric.
Kei was not too short and was about same height as Mila. She also had big eyes and was also fair. At about 44kg, she was also slim but the main difference from Mila was that Kei had C cups boobs.
Kei had a girl-next-door look but had a body of a sex goddess. Unfortunately, she never wear provocatively. A simple Tshirt with shorts were her normal way of dressing. However even with a standard TShirt, it was still telling that her breasts were of substantial size from the way her front of her TShirt was raised..
Even in such dress sense, guys would still often ogle after her. In fact, she had a few suiters but she chose me because she preferred that I was more stable and matured and could provide her with security.
On the outward character wise, she was independent, out-going and chirpy most of the time but deep down, I realized that she was in fact a very conservative girl.
Although we had been together for about 6months, the most we had done was frenching. She did not allow me to go further as I was her first boyfriend. I respected her decision as I loved her and we decided that when it’s time, it’s time. She assured me that she was a virgin and I believed her.
Apart from these, we shared many common interests together and we shared everything with each other. Of course except for what happened in my teens.
Kei was in her last 2nd semester as well. Although we were in the same University in town, we were in different faculty.
She had been to my house a few times and stayed overnight before. But there was no action for me.
Dad and Mila liked Kei as she was polite and sweet and she found them to be nice people as well.
However, there was one main difference between Kei and myself. She was always afraid of the paranormal but on the contrary she was not religious.
So at my place, she would always keep away from Mila’s KMTs.
One Friday evening at my place, when Kei was here for dinner, dad mentioned that he had bought a house.
Mila: You bought a place?! Since when?
Dad: since yesterday. I signed the papers.
Mila: You did not even discuss it with me.
Dad: The place is cheap and this place can fetch a high price now. Anyway, it is a much bigger place.
Mila: where is it?
Dad: It’s in Changi.
Kei and I looked at each other. It was much further from our school. But since dad had made the purchase, there was nothing we could do.
Dad: We will go and see the house tomorrow.
The next morning, dad drove us to the place.
It was a quiet neighbourhood with the very little traffic.
Kei and myself were concerned about going to school. If we shifted here, it would meant that she could not stay overnight at my place during the weekdays as we were too far away from the campus.
As if Dad heard my thoughts, he told me not to worry about transportation as he had already intended to get me a car so that it would not be so inconvenient for me.
We soon arrived at the house and I realized that the house was standing on its own in a middle of a small field. It’s a single story bungalow.
Dad got down and opened the gate before driving in.
As we alighted, I noticed the house looked very old.
The surrounding fence was littered with tall shrubs and trees, blocking the view from the neighbours to the house but on the flip side, it also blocked us from seeing them. The house seemed like it was literally fenced in.
Apart from the chirpings from the birds, the place was quiet.
However, because it was near the airport, every few minutes, the silence would be momentarily broken by an airplane landing. Then it would be quiet again.
Kei came over and held my hand and whispered to me.
Kei: The house looked old.
I knew what she meant.
The paints were peeling off some parts of the exterior of the building.
The garden looked un-kept.
It looked like it had been there since the early 1970s.
Mila stood beside the car and was also scrutinizing the place, but dad was excited.
Dad: come. I’ll show you the place.
We followed him and he opened the main door.
The smell of stale air stuck me instantly. It must have been unoccupied for a long time.
As we entered past the doorway from the bright sunshine outside to the dark interior of the house, the hairs on my neck stood up.
I felt uneasy straightaway. Kei must have felt the same as she stood closer and held my hand tightly.
I could tell that she was reluctant to walk in but because she did not wanted to be left outside alone, she followed.
Somehow, Mila was very quiet.
Dad: after some renovation, we can move in.
Dad showed us around. I noticed that there was no furniture in the house. Besides the living room there were 3 rooms. The kitchen was at the back and there was a secondary door there.
The floor was dusty and had small pieces of debris everywhere.
The house was not huge but definitely bigger than the 2 bedder of our current condo.
Kei held my hand and gestured me to exit the house.
Dad and Mila remained in the house.
When we were back in the sunshine, Kei spoke softly.
Kei: Dear, the house…. it’s a little scary….
Me: I know….
Before I could continue, they came out.
Mila: Why did you get this house?
Dad: I told you it’s cheap.
Mila: The house. It doesn’t seemed right…..
Dad: like what?
Mila: I’ll need to get someone here before we shift in.
Dad: ok…. by the way, your brother had agreed to do the renovation.
Mila: oh…. I see….ok…..
After that visit, dad drove us to the showroom and immediately got me a 2nd hand car.
In the excitement that followed, we forgot about the house.