Elicit Taste (collection of one shot erotic stories)

Reunion

Gabriel García Márquez is an amazing author. I am so intrigued how his novel, The One Hundred Years of Solitude seems so fast-pace yet still catches attention. Or perhaps, it's the incest and pedophile that catches my attention. I am not a supporter nor an apologist. But, lately, I can see myself as Amaranta and my nephew, Louis as Aureliano José. Don't get me wrong, our family tree is fucked up just like Amaranta and Aureliano.

Louis is older than me, well, a year. I was 15 when I admit to myself that I like this guy that I call "Kuya Uwis" at every family reunion. 16 when I learned that he was adopted. So, yes, we're not blood-related which made my heart flutter so much that I can't stop thinking about him. I stopped calling him Kuya by then, because, he said, "Seriously? I am a year older than you. We're not kids anymore." Yes, we're not kids anymore, so, is it okay to consult google about what complications might our "kid" get? That was silly of me.

When we were kids, maybe, around 5 years old, along with relatives of our age would bathe in the river near our Mamang and Tatang's house in the province — naked. Innocent age. I didn't care about showing the birthmark in my chest that look like a kiss mark. God. I didn't care about our skin touching each other. No one cared at all.

But, things are meant to change. Just like how Amaranta realizes that she is not playing a "kissing game" with a child that she raised herself, but with a man now. Aureliano had grown into a man that help Amaranta during those nights of solitude, help not only through the warmth of a mother-son nor aunt-nephew relationship but the warmth shared by two naked souls.

I found myself waiting for midnights just like Amaranta.

At 21, I have to admit that I have sexual desires. The days that I stayed at the university made me realize that it's not spicy foods that I am craving every night but sex. I never had sex before but my curiosity is fueled by my roommate's momol and quick sexual intercourse with strangers they meet at the bar and worst even from the library. I stayed oftentimes in the library to borrow books and read novels and I never had that type of experience. I had gone to a Friday night party but I never had any ka-momol. Maybe I wasn't lucky or perhaps I am not sexually attracted to anyone I meet at school, library, and bars.

Until the family has a reunion. It was Mamang and Tatang's golden wedding anniversary. I am actually not excited; going means two weeks of leaving my work behind. Well, I can study there too but I also don't think so, of course, I will be bombarded with lots of kumustahan and anong plano mo after college.

I never thought of Louis at first, but, he was the first person that I recognized in the swamp of our huge family. And potangina! He is hot! We never had a conversation through chats, he doesn't even post anything on his instagram or on facebook, and mind you, his display photo is his cat, Ryue! Why no one told me that I have a "nephew" this hot?!

He is wearing a black shirt and cargo pants with Nike shoes. With his hair neatly combed. He's much tanner than we were young maybe because I heard from my cousin, his mom, that he's into surfing. Bulky ha. I wonder if he has abs or if down there is as satisfactory as his broad shoulders.

I wasn't wrong that I have to undergo an interrogation. The family becomes even bigger and it confuses whose child is who. One good thing is that I got to have a room in the house. Well, it's actually not a room, I insisted that I'll clean the stockroom and use it while I stay there. Still, it's a room. I invested 5 hours of cleaning only to end up with, "Pwede bang dalawa kayo diyan ng anak ni Rochel?" I want to refuse. But, which child of Rochel's? I just nod and decided to sleep after dinner and shut myself in the room that I clean, fix, and now will be shared with someone who didn't bother to help with those long tiring hours.