Let me start by introducing myself. Call me Nat na lang. Early/mid-20s na ako, 5’0″ ang height. I’m what most pinoys call a “halfie”, which pisses me off minsan. My dad, who I never met, was white while my mom’s Japanese-Filipino. Pero Pinay pa rin ako sa puso’t diwa.
I started having sex at a fairly young age. Blame it on curiosity, I guess. Now, for people asking kung malibog ba ako, I say it depends on a lot of things. Pero hindi po ako easy na tao na madaling mapalibog, so quit it with the private messages and all of that shit. Disclaimer na agad para mas malinaw hahaha.
Anyway, on to my story.
It was a few years ago when I first met my step brother. Tawagin na lang natin siyang Jules, para mas madali. He’s in his 40s ngayon, although kung titingnan mo siya he looks younger. Parang nasa late 20s-early 30s lang ang itsura. He grew up outside of the country with his mom, kaya nga surprised ako noong ipinakilala nilang may step brother pala ako.
Anyway, on to his looks. 6’1″ si Jules, medium built, medyo moreno. He was firm and well-spoken, mabait siya kay mom ko but a bit more aloof when it comes to my stepdad. He’s a musician din pala, he carried 2 guitar cases and a backpack lang when he first came into our house.
Things changed a bit when Jules came. Parang may ibang tao sa bahay bigla. Madalas kasi ako lang ang nasa bahay noon. Mom was working in another country as a creative, tapos si stepdad ko lagi ring nasa work niya so nasanay na ako lang nasa bahay palagi. Now may ibang tao na sa bahay so I needed to adjust, which is such a hassle na as far as I’m concerned.
The first few weeks were like treading on eggshells. I started doing things na dati hindi ko ginagawa. Simple things lang iyon ha, something as simple as saying “kain po tayo” kapag kakain na to something a bit more superficial for me, like wearing bras and proper clothes kapag nasa labas ng room ko. I guess he was feeling a bit uneasy na rin sa bahay, madalas nasa room niya lang siya playing guitar or sleeping kapag nasa bahay na ako so we rarely met din noon kahit nasa isang bahay lang kami.
One day he texted me na baka raw ma-late siya umuwi dahil may band practice daw sila. I was with my ex-boyfriend noon, tawagin na lang natin siyang Joseph. Dahil walang tao sa bahay, Joseph asked if he can hang around the house na lang, na pumayag naman ako since wala namang tao sa bahay.
I guess everyone knows what “hanging out” with my boyfriend meant, so wala nang dapat pang i-explain. Nasa kalagitnaan kami noon ng sex namin when suddenly I heard a now familiar voice malapit sa door ng kuwarto ko.
“Fucking hell. Sorry about that.”
It was Jules. Nalimutan ni Joseph isara ang door ng kuwarto ko. I was petrified and worried about what he saw. Nawalan agad ako ng gana, siguro dahil na rin sa kahihiyan. Jules closed the door of my room na lang, tapos I heard his footsteps pababa ng stairs. Nagmadali kaming magbihis ni Joseph para makapag-explain at makahingi na rin ng sorry kay Jules. Pagbaba ko sa sala, may post-it note from Jules.
“I’ll go to Jollibee for dinner. SMS me if you guys want something.”
Sinabihan ko na lang ang boyfriend ko na umuwi na lang, tapos ako pumunta na lang uli sa room ko, tried to sleep off the embarassment sa nakita ni Jules kanina.
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The next day was sort of normal naman. Parang walang nangyari para kay Jules, habang ako hindi man lang makatingin sa kanya. A week past and gaya rin lang ng dati, kaunting kuwentuhan/kamustahan. I don’t know what it was but Jules didn’t even open up what he saw that night, parang cool na cool lang siya or parang normal lang iyung nakita niya. This drove my curiousity about him a bit more than usual.
Pinagmamasdan ko siya a bit more intently. Ano kasi siya, parang walang pakialam sa mga tao. He just minds his own business. Dresses like a hobo pa nga minsan – tattered t-shirts, shorts, mga tipong ganoon.
One midnight, habang kumukuha ako ng tubig biglang dumating si Jules mula sa room niya. I was wearing my usual evening wear lang noon – a negligee with nothing underneath. Jules was wearing nothing but his boxers on din.
“Hey, kamusta?” Jules said.
“Okay lang.” sabi ko sa kanya.
“Care to pass me a beer please?” sagot naman niya. Pinagbuksan ko siya ng isang bote ng Pale Pilsen, tapos nag-offer na rin ako ng crackers para pulutan niya.
“You can join me if you want. Nakakainom ka na ba?”
I smiled and open up a beer for myself din, San Mig light naman ang sa akin.
He started our first ever conversation after 2 bottles of beer. Ang galing niyang makipag-usap, mapa-serious to funny to everything i…