The Virgin and The Pornstar - ORIGINAL (18+)

1. My Sister Is A Pornstar

"I'm so happy you're finally moving in with me!"

I dropped my suitcase on my new bed and grinned, turning around to hug Rosa. She squeezed me tight in her embrace, the familiar smell of her perfume bringing back memories from home. But this is my home now, our home.

I graduated from high school last year. Technically, I should've finished my second year of college by now. I didn't go to school for a whole year when I was a kid and after high school, I had to take a gap year due to unfortunate financial circumstances.

"I'm so happy we're together again!" I said with a smile, holding her tight. "I missed you so much!"

Rosa never visited after her new job. She's always busy with filming movies. Not those kind of movies you're thinking about. I mean adult movies.

Yeah, my sister is a pornstar.

I remember when she told Papi and he almost flipped a table. He threw Mami's Bible at her, yelling in Spanish, and Mami almost slapped her across the face. Rosa had to leave and stay over at a friend's house because she couldn't face our Dominican parents anymore. They haven't spoken to each other ever since. That was 4 years ago.

I didn't care when Rosa told me. I still remember what she said.

"I'm going to be a pornstar, a slut, a whore, are you okay with it? Or are you going to disown me like Mami y Papi?"

I was 16 at the time and she was 20. When she told me, it was kinda out of the blue so I was shocked, but I sat up from my bed and shrugged. "Were you going to expect me to slut-shame you, Rosa? I don't care if you do porn, I'm going to love you no matter what."

That was the first time I saw her cry tears of joy. I guess it's because I was the only one in our family that accepted her.

Rosa pulled away from the hug and wiped a fake tear. "You're all grown up! You're as sexy as me now!"

I rolled my eyes and turned to open my suitcase. "I'm average compared to you."

"Oh, shut up!" she scoffed, walking out of the hallway. "I'm going to make us some dinner, queres platano maduro? (Do you want sweet plantains?)"

I told her yeah and began unpacking. The spare room she gave me was pretty dull. I'm gonna have to make it look more like me. I painted Starry Night on my bedroom wall back in New York, so I guess I could do that here, but a different famous painting.

I may have amazing art skills, but it's not what I want to pursue in college. Your girl is going to become a vet and she's going to have her own pet clinic. I used to want to become an animator for Disney's Pixar, but I think being a vet would make me happier in life. If it doesn't work out though, animation is Plan B.

Plan C is stripping.

I stopped packing midway and tied my long black hair in a ponytail as I walked into the hallway. Rosa was humming as she cooked tonight's dinner. I sat down, resting my elbows on the small table and smiled. It feels pretty cozy in here, I like it. Small apartment but it's super cute.

Rosa turned and placed a plate and a cup in front of me. "I need to ask you for a favor."

"What's up?"

She served me mangú, queso frito (fried cheese), salami, platano maduro (sweet plantains), and aguacate (avocado). My stomach growled and she laughed. "It's nothing serious. I just need you to pick me up from work on Sunday. My car got stolen and you drove here yourself, so from now and on, until I get my own car, you're my designated driver."

Yeah, I drove here but it was difficult. Taking the Washington Bridge from New York to New Jersey was a first for me.

"But I have school," I said. 

Rosa served herself and sat across from me. "Which you start at the end of the month. Don't worry, I'll have a new car by then."

I knew I couldn't say no. I don't want to, she's giving me a place to stay, I don't have to worry about rent, and she needs my help.

"Okay," I nodded, swallowing my food. "I'll pick you up, but who's taking you?"

"Alexio."

My lips slowly curled up into a smile. "Oh, the 'best friend' you talked about once on the phone?"

She jabbed her fork in the air at me and glared. "He's just a friend, a really hot friend that's also kind of an asshole."

I nodded in fake approval. "I can't wait to meet him so I can put him in his place."

"Historia, be nice," she warned. "First impressions mean a lot."

"But I'm always nice!" I protested.

Okay, that's not true...kinda. And Rosa looked like she knows I'm just lying to myself. When I finally meet Alexio, I guess whatever happens, happens.