Mi Casa Es Su Casa
Ernesto had completely forgotten that his cousin Sonia was coming to town until his phone rang.
“Hola, primo, it’s me, Sonia. I made it!” came her voice down the line, bright and cheerful.
“Oh hey,” said Ernesto, inwardly groaning at having his weekend interrupted.
“I’m at the station, yeah?” said Sonia. “I was wondering if you could come get me.”
“The station?” said Ernesto, confused. “You mean, the airport?”
“No, no, I’m at the downtown bus station,” said Sonia. “It’s a long story. I’ll explain when we meet.”
“Gosh, yeah, um, the thing is, see, I’m kind of busy right now,” said Ernesto. “Plus, the station is kind of in a bad neighborhood. It’s probably easier if you just get an Uber over here.”
“Sure, sounds great,” said Sonia. “But do you mind calling it for me? My phone battery is just about to die.”
“Uh, sure, I guess,” said Ernesto, shaking his head in disbelief. “One second. Okay, the driver’s name is Ahmed, and he should be there in three minutes. Driving a silver Prius.”
“Gracias, primo,” said Sonia. “See you soon!”
“Yeah, see you soon,” muttered Ernesto.
His mother had told him a week earlier that Sonia was coming to town and needed a place to stay for the weekend, but Ernesto had been so busy studying for his finals that he hadn’t done anything to prepare for her arrival.
Therefore, as quickly as he could, Ernesto went into the spare room in his apartment and began carving out a space for her to stay. The exercise machine that he never used went in the corner along with all the boxes. The clothes went into his closet to be sorted out later, and then Ernesto got out the air mattress and pump and hooked everything up.
The truth was that he hadn’t seen Sonia in a few years and didn’t really know much about what she was doing with her life now. All his mother had said was that Sonia was some kind of “influencer,” but that could mean anything. Oh, and the reason Sonia needed to crash at his place was because she was attending a conference.
“Good enough,” muttered Ernesto to himself, surveying his makeshift handiwork.
Sleeping on an air mattress on the floor of his spare room wasn’t glamorous, but it was the best he could do, especially at short notice. If Sonia wanted to stay in a nicer place, she could always book a room at a hotel.
Just then, the doorbell rang, and Ernesto went to answer it.
“Ah, looks like I found the right place! ¡Hola!” said Sonia, wrapping her arms around him to give him an unexpectedly enthusiastic hug.
Not only was her exuberance at seeing him a surprise, but so was her appearance. Ernesto vaguely remembered a young woman who hadn’t been fat but might’ve been carrying a couple of extra pounds around her waist. But the woman before him was rail thin, with the tight lines of someone who worked out regularly.
Not only that, but she was dressed in a revealing crop top and the skimpiest pair of shorts he had ever seen which scarcely covered the bare essentials. Brimming with vitality and with so much skin casually on display, Ernesto scarcely recognized her, in the best way possible.
“Well, are you gonna let me in?” said Sonia with a giggle, breezing past him without waiting for a response.
As she did so, her hips briefly rubbed against his crotch, and Ernesto discovered that he had the beginning of an erection going on. Shaking his head in utter disbelief at how much his cousin had transformed, he shut and locked the door.
“Wow, nice place you’ve got here, papito,” said Sonia, setting her bag down on the floor of the living room and looking around. “Hey, wow, and that view from the balcony!”
“Yeah, it’s all right,” said Ernesto, still in a bit of a daze at how gorgeous Sonia was.
“I mean, it’s a bit small, but it’s just a rental, right?” said Sonia, looking straight into his eyes.
“Yeah, um... Yeah,” said Ernesto, surprised at how tongue-tied he was around a member of his own family.
“Whew, my gosh, what a long ride! Time to rehydrate,” said Sonia, bending over to get something out of her bag, a move that gave him a clear view of her tight, toned ass.
“Yeah,” said Ernesto with a gulp as she flipped the cap off her bottle and began noisily sucking down the contents, his cock sending up all kinds of confusing signals to his brain.
“You ever tried this stuff before?” said Sonia, showing him the bottle. “It’s called Power Pro Water Plus. I swear, there’s nothing better at rehydrating you and replenishing all your essential nutrients and minerals.”
“Um, uh, no,” said Ernest, forcing himself to tear his gaze away from her lithe form and look at the bottle.
Upon closer inspection, he saw that the bottle was emblazoned with all kinds of text about how healthy it was with so many catchphrases that he could barely make sense of it all. The design of the bottle, though, was sleek and very appealing with a swooping curve near the bottom.
“Go ahead, have a sip,” said Sonia, offering him the bottle. “It’ll change your life, I swear.”
“Um, okay,” said Ernesto, not quite sure what to expect, but to his surprise, it tasted like ordinary tap water.
Sure enough, when he turned it around to look at the back, there, buried in even more marketing verbiage was the mandatory list of ingredients: water.
“Isn’t it just amazing?” gushed Sonia, taking the bottle back and helping herself to another healthy swig. “Wow, I can feel it recharging my ions even now.”
“Tastes like regular water to me,” said Ernesto with a shrug.
“What? Every celebrity online is raving about this water,” said Sonia. “It’s scientifically crafted to restore all of your body’s natural elements to their ideal harmonic convergence.”
“Whew, all right,” said Ernesto.
“I was afraid they wouldn’t sell it around here, so I brought a whole case,” said Sonia with a little giggle. “That’s why I had to take the bus. The airline would’ve cost me an arm and a leg with their baggage fees.”
“Ah,” said Ernesto, trying to think of a way to let her know he thought the whole thing was nonsense. “Anyway, um, let me show you where I’ve got you set up.”
Ernesto then showed her the air mattress in the spare room, apologizing for the mess and saying he wished he had nicer accommodations to offer her.
“Oh, no, it’s quite all right, papito,” said Sonia, giving him a warm grin. “In fact, I don’t even need the air mattress. It’s much healthier to sleep on the floor so you can keep your chakras aligned.”
“Ah,” said Ernesto, repressing a little smile. “Well, suit yourself. What’s the old saying? Mi casa es su casa?”
