-intimate diary of-my-cousin-Montsita

Intimate Diary of my cousin Montsita

My raw Montse, is five years older than me. There was a time, those of the fifties, those shortcomings, we live a little crammed into my house while the parents of Montse found accommodation in Madrid, since his dad, brother mine, came to Barcelona designed to Madrid Both were military <../p>

At the Montsita seasoning was 19 springs but springs, my mother What a beautiful female Like almost all Catalan!. Montse was born in Argentona, Barcelona, ??you know But barely spoke Catalan, for obvious reasons and because at home there, just spoke Castilian, because my uncles were Navalcarnero

I was 14 and starting to awaken sex disquisitions I must say that at that time, children went further behind girls in mischief.; I realized later, when I read the diary of my cousin, and when those scenes recalled that girls ” I laid it on a plate ” and I did not hear. It’s just that I was a cute kid! Do you know

But it was such a jerk he was convinced that the girls did not feel like children on sex. They were only born to be mothers, care for their children and love them very much. Ah!and to be pimps, what my uncle called my aunt. I did not know what it meant then, but nothing good as it said when I got pissed.

I spied my cousin Montsita, and what I liked most was searching through her panties dirty clothes and smell them; I do not know where that craving comes, but produced many fantasies in my mind that helped me a ” cascármela ” with more enthusiasm <./p>

She rummaged through her things looking for her intimate things. He wanted to feed my fantasies, because as you all know, ” jerk ” no fantasy does not know ” a&# 039; na&quot ;. And everything was looking for my cousin to help my task.

My aunt told my mom.

Maria, someone stirs me in the suitcase and the closet.

‘But Felisa, woman! Who will walk on clothing.

-Ay! I do not know! But I do not find me as I leave.

-¿Te Missing something

Look, not that! I shall not want.

Then do not worry sister, as is Montsita.

No, I do not think.

He heard me and started laughing. He was regarded as the ” purple ” house, unable to do what he did, yes, yes! I had like a guy child ” Ginesito ” * who does not know that it will mass, and only devoted to study and play with toy soldiers.

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I do not know why one day I happened to look under the bed he slept it, and saw a tin box against the wall, and as a means hidden in one of the legs. He gave me heart sank, sensed something terrible to my curiosity. That day was home alone with the bad tummy; my mom and my aunt had gone to buy the beans and potatoes, and my brothers and Montse in school. Before taking the treasure to my desire, I noticed very well in the position he was to leave just like that. It was my aunt and my cousin mosqueadas with someone touched her things, and did not want to leave more clues.

I looked at the clock and it was quarter past eleven. He was 45 minutes ahead until midnight Montsita not come. My heart beat harder every time.

I took that little tin box, but it seemed nacre so expect to find in it. The emotion was so intense that only the touch of my hand to open it, put me so fat (hand not the other) that like heart, made against the tummy: … pom pom pom … …! What time … what time ….

A book pink rubber caps, I took with my hands, and I read on the cover that read: MY DIARY

. Monday: September 1, 1954

Today was a very sad day for me, my boyfriend Jorge has led the army to the military; and none other than africa What bad luck! I am very upset and I do nothing but mourn; photo only comforts me that I have on my table and the memory of his kisses.

Yesterday we made love, yeah, why do the kids call filth; I could not refuse, gustándonos took almost five years, since I was 14, and nobody can know the terrible anxieties that I have. Only chastity that should save me, holding me the impulse to touch me, my confessor tells me not to do it, which is a mortal sin

It’s terrible for a girl who was 12 years old woman. The times I’ve had to confess this sin. The priest Mr. Tobias says it’s very good to me when I confess my terrible sensations:

-Montsita My daughter, that flower you have never let it wither and defoliation; save it and keep your soul clean and pure …

Father, clean if that I keep, I wash it every day.

‘I mean that kind of cleaning daughter, I mean the spiritual cleansing of your rose. Must be clean male contact until marriage. The man that God has reserved for you you, pick that flower in full bloom. He did not disappoint.

Tuesday: September 2, 1954

I have a terrible spiritual doubts. I have not had the courage to confess what I did with Jorge and I feel terrible. But I can not help remembering Jorge excited and as I made love. I swear I resisted! But her warm voice clouded my mind and let me do.

Honey … I said with moist eyes. I swear, he said taking the portfolio a picture of the Virgen del Pilar, (is that Jorge was hand) for my Virgin, which is what I most want after you, that when I finish the military, we got married. Give me your thing, let your memory of me light and strength to overcome these years away from you.

His words were so sincere, that together with my wishes can not say no to such a sublime decision.

I still feel stinging in my English; Jorge was all delicacy, as he knew she was a virgin, I put Vaseline. I asked him please not me tuck all, only the tip, but when I felt that fat and skinless thing at the entrance of my rose, I was the one pulling the ass of Jorge I shoved it up inside. And more than I’d had! Once that pointing, shooting to the ovaries is unpardonable.

I knew what that gives pleasure to do that (it was not called before orgasm) I cried with happiness in the arms of Jorge. I was the happiest woman in the universe

Wednesday: September 3, 1954

Today I feel more balanced mind. What I did was love with my boyfriend, I’m sure, and although that song says: ” girl Isabel warned that where there is love there is sin&quot ;, is not it, where there is love, there is love. So I just touch me, I’ve done thinking about Jorge and I have had much pleasure more than ever before! The memory of him on top of me has excited me so that freed my repressions … I feel full and loving woman.

Tomorrow I will confess and tell the father Tobias how much he loves my heart to Jorge, sure you will understand …

The voices of my mother and my aunt felt by the window of my room, I was awakened from my tremendous excitement. Damn!The twelve already.

Running daily Montse put in cu tin box, tin box and exactly as I had found.

-Felisín, What are you doing? He said my mom just open the door of the house.

Nothing mother, studying in bed as usual.

-¿Tienes Fever

No, I do not think.

Now I go and I put the thermometer.

Okay mom.

Joppa that if he had a fever! As my mom would put the thermometer in English, confident that mercury comes out. That busting me.

Jopelín with my cousin! Go, go! With girls also become ” straw “.

He did not think so. Rather, my stupidity on the behavior of girls my age to sex, did not allow me to see them in this area have the same fantasies and desires as we do. What happens, that even watching, I do not assumed until well mayorcito.

I promised me very happy reading the newspaper Montsita, ” The Gayolas ” I hoped they would be eager competition.

The next day he went for ” my treasure ” ‘And oh God! I was not, I was not … was not …

I never knew there could disappear Montsita daily. I never saw my cousin a look of reproach or suspicion … I could no longer read their secrets, but if smelling her panties cotton or pique, and very openly, as playing, smelled the fingertips of his hands, as if trying to find them “&quot lost my illusions;.

Soon my titos went to an apartment on the street Ayala and stop spying on my cousin.

Never again my ” straw ” of puberty were as before ..