I was in the kitchen making breakfast like every day I was always shirtless just wearing boxer shorts while making the scrambled eggs.

When my brother Husk enters the kitchen, as always smoking a cigarette, he sits for a while looking at me when suddenly he puts his hand under my apron massaging my nipple.

Husk: You grew up, little brother, you became more... mature.

Diz Husk com sua voz rouca roçando na minha orelha.

Valentim entrou na sala é sentou-se na cadeira olhando para a situação com um sorriso pequeno.