Touch Problem (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 1

Xin's POV

I hate being myself! I can't touch my own family, especially my Father. When I turned 3 years old, I got hospitalized. I almost died! Just because I was touched by my playmate who happened to be a boy. The doctor told my family that I have "Hypersensitivity". A lot of doctors got curious about my case and tried to cure me. Their million-dollar question remains to be "Why does Xin act like she wants to throw up or kill a man when they try to be near her or when they try to touch her?" Since that day, my parents gave up trying to find a cure for me. My sister is the only one I can talk to. She's also the only one who can touch me. So, she avoids having sexual intercourse with men. Why? Because once it happens, she will be gone in my life. I fear for that moment to happen. I feel guilty that because of me, she can't find her true love or be happy with someone else. Her name is Veronica, by the way. She assured me that she's fine as long as she's with me, as long as I'm happy. It doesn't matter to her if she's not in any relationship.

I avoided a lot of people, even though I'm gay. I also avoided many girls and women because I don't know how my body will react to them. It's like my body knows that the girls or women have had sexual intercourse with men. I don't know what having a normal allergic reaction is like... BUT once I was touched by a man, he will end up in the hospital.

I remember the time when I was in my sophomore year in a private all-girls high school, my Maths teacher, Mr. Denver, intentionally gave me detention. He almost died when he tried to sexually harass me. A lot of teachers came to the detention room when they heard Mr. Denver's pained screams. Nobody tried to go near me that time. I was so mad that I felt like wanting to kill everyone inside that room. I don't know how to explain it...but...it felt like darkness consumed my being. I heard Mr. Denver's pained cries when I kicked him hard on his ribs, abdomen, and when I punched him multiple times. I think I might have broken his jaw. Even my parents are afraid of me that only Veronica, my sister, was the only person who helped me calm down. This is the reason I don't have any friends.

I live with Veronica in a 4 bedroom apartment. Each room has its own bathroom and comfort room. I don't know why my sister loves this apartment though. I don't talk too much but I am smart. Way too smart compared to girls my age. I stopped going to school and started helping my grandmother in her company. You can call me a computer genius and I love hacking for fun! Oh, but I don't do dangerous things like hacking the government or the CIA. I'm being paid well. A little too much for my liking though. I love helping my grandma with her work but I don't go to her office. I work in the comfort of my own room. I just send whatever files that grandma asks of me.

Veronica also works at grandma's company. She is actually being groomed as the next CEO of the company. It is a billion-dollar company with branches all over the world. It is famous for creating video games. As for my grandpa...well... he was left behind by my grandma. He's a manwhore even though he is ok enough to know what's right from wrong. I don't care about him.

I was drinking mineral water in our living room after exercising in our mini gym. I love working out. In fact, our mini gym was made just for me. Working out keeps me healthy because my job requires me to just sit and type in front of my computer. I was startled when the door suddenly opened. My sister came in and I saw 3 other girls following her which made my left eyebrow twitch. They stopped talking when they saw me.

"Hey, I thought you won't come out of your room this day," Veronica said as she fidgets.

I wiped my sweat from my forehead down to my six-pack abdomen. This is the first time she brought other people home. She knows all too well what the consequences are if she brings other people here. My gray eyes with a bluish hue focused on my sister who is avoiding my gaze. I just fixed my black hair that covers my left eye and still didn't respond to her.