Confession of a meddlesome sister

Dear reader,

I’m writing to you because I pulled a horrible prank on my sister. Don’t worry, though: it backfired perfectly and now I’m suffering in her stead, so everything is right with the universe after all. But since the noise is keeping me awake, I thought I might as well use this time to write down what happened, as my way of confessing my sins to you.

By now you must be a little confused, so let me start at the beginning. I’m Elisa, fifteen years old, bright and cheerful, if a bit nerdy. The noise I mentioned is coming from my sister Luciana’s room. If life has taught me one thing, it’s that it’s tough being the younger sister. Luci always gets to do everything first. She has always been a bit taller, her hips are a little wider and her breasts are a size bigger, and she gets to talk to boys that I can only dream of. Although I’m only one year younger, she likes to treat me like a baby. Needless to say, we don’t always get along, and when we fight, we pull petty pranks. Today was no different.

It started with a phone charger. She had lost hers, and asked to borrow mine over breakfast. Sweet as I am, I gave it to her, and she promptly locked herself into her room for the rest of the day, with no apparent intention of returning what belongs to me. Of course, by the end of the day, my phone battery was woefully empty (I confess to an Instagram addiction) and I needed my charger back.

As I ran up the stairs, I caught the thief exiting her room, walking barefoot through the hall with just a towel wrapped around her shapely figure, headed for the bathroom. “Luci”, I called out, intercepting her, “I need my phone charger back!” She just sighed and rolled her eyes at me, as if she had any right to be annoyed by my request. She dismissed me with a simple “Later, okay?”, turning to ignore me as I yelled at her back that it wasn’t fair.

Now, I strongly believe one should never enter a teen girl’s room without her permission, but in my defense, I was feeling angry and self-righteous, so I threw caution to the wind as I entered her room and kneeled down next to her bed, pulling my charger from the socket. Just as I did, I heard a buzzing sound. I looked up at the bed and saw my sister’s phone screen lighten up. I couldn’t help but take a peek.

“New message from Mateo!”

Mateo? That wasn’t any of my sister’s usual friends. Burning with curiosity, I swiped at the screen and the message popped up. “Still there?” Mateo asked. Oh, so that’s who my sister has been occupying herself with, I thought to myself, and wondered what made this guy worthy of her attention. I scrolled up the screen and saw a conversation log that went back for hours. No wonder Luci had been locked up in her room all day!

As I scrolled back down, I got a surprise that made me gasp out loud. It wasn’t just chatting, there were photos, too. It had started innocently enough, with a close-up portrait of his handsome face, framed with curly brown hair. Mateo has high cheekbones, an angular chin, thin lips that smiled mysteriously as his deep brown eyes stared into the camera. My sister replied with a cheesy pose of her blowing a kiss at the camera: lips pursed, eyes closed, you get the idea.

From there, things got progressively more risqué: Luci took a picture through her bedroom mirror, showing off her round ass in tight jeans, her thong visible above. Mateo returned the favor by pulling his shirt up to his chest, revealing his rock-hard abs. I absent-mindedly touched the screen. He was pretty hot! Engrossed by what I saw, I scrolled down a little further, and gasped again as I came upon a topless photo of my sister, her arm folded nonchalantly under her breasts (in an obvious, but no less effective, attempt to make them appear just a bit rounder) as she smiled sweetly into the camera. His response made my breath stop. Now he was standing up, his shirt unbuttoned, hanging loosely over his muscular shoulders, as he revealed his toned bare chest. His hands were on the edge of his jeans, pushing them down a little to show the V-shaped muscle that framed his abs and ran down the front of his jeans. I couldn’t stop staring. My god, I whispered, this boy could have been an underwear model.

Now I understood why Luci had been fascinated by this Mateo. And he seemed to be quite taken with her, too. I felt a pang of sadness as I realized that guys like that would always fawn over my sister, while ignoring me. Would I ever be able to capture Mateo’s attention the way Luci had? I shook my head, suspecting that the answer would tragically be: no.

Saddened by my own thoughts, I scrolled further down, but there were no more pictures. “Still there?” That was the last message. I knew that he knew that the message had been received. I bit my lip, contemplating what to do. If I put the phone down now, there was little harm done, but Mateo would think Luci ignored him. What else could I do? Without fully considering the consequences, I grabbed the phone firmly and typed: “Yes”.