my sister is back

Caw10 my sister is back
“hello is Marisa.” These words not often heard, not call my sister a lot. After the usual phrases of circumstance, how are you, what are you doing how are things my sister tells me “stop working in January and would love to return to live in Sardinia. Can you accommodate me?”
Marisa, my sister is a nurse. She’s gone from Sardinia over thirty years ago, had at that time, I forget, if eighteen or nineteen years old.
I say – without being able to hide the surprise – “sure do come Marisa, I’m glad to come home”
I still live in our little country of origin, a small village near the sea, one of the most beautiful of Sardinia. Now I am an architect and I live alone in the old family house that I renovated over the years and made comfortable and modern.
Strangely, I’m thinking at the time when my sister went away from home, the fire in the fireplace to heat the water and the tub placed in front of the fireplace that was used for bathing. I remember how it was now the pleasure I felt when my sister washed his hands of my body thin and immature.
I echo his words in mind at the time “Matthew will come back one day ….. come back for you” said as his hand from my chest down to continue the soapy bath, and the first upsets me, between my legs.
That same afternoon, Marisa started and since then we’ve seen a few times.
Now back. Definitely.
Marisa will not find a child of thirteen years, but a man much changed, of course crossdressing bisexual lover in secret and away from the small country and its people hypocritical, but she does not know.
This morning, Jan.