Luciano

My Daughter Is Off Limits

Luciano

"Hello," Camila was startled by my appearance.

"What? What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I came to see you," I wanted to mess with her head.

"What? Why?" I smiled at her confusion.

"I was bored?" I said. "So, late-night swim?"

"Um, not really," she said softly.

"So, are you getting in?" I began to untuck my shirt and then unbuttoned it. I slipped out of my pants and went into the water with my boxer briefs. She looked at me like I was crazy.

"I, I should go upstairs," she said.

"Always such a good girl," I remarked. She pouted and slowly began taking off her top. My eyes widened at her commitment. She was actually going to get in. She slipped out of her shorts and was left in nothing but her bra and panties.

"Don't look at me," she warned. I chuckled and turned around. I heard her slip into the water. I turned around and looked at her. She was shivering. I got closer to her.

"Cold?" I asked. She didn't answer. "Why are you so shy?"

"I am not shy, I just don't know you," she said.

"Well, then get to know me," I told her.

"How long have you known my brother?" she asked.

"He is not your brother," I replied.

"Why do you keep saying that?"

"Why do you think he is your brother?" I asked. "You didn't grow up with him. You definitely don't share the same blood."

"I, um, he has always been considered family. My parents talked about him all the time," she said. "I always wanted to meet him."

"Does he live up to your expectations?" I asked.

"Um," she pondered. It was kind of cute, the face she was making while she thought of what to say. "I always wanted an older brother to protect me and show me things."

"Like what?" I asked curiously.

"I don't know, baseball or something. Maybe how to fight. My dad never wanted me to learn how to fight but," she paused again.

"What is it?"

"It would have come in handy," she finished.

"What happened?"

"Huh?"

"Why did you need to know how to fight?" I asked a little aggressively.

"Well, the first time,"

"First time," I thought.

"The first time would have been when this girl was making fun of me," she softly giggled. "I don't think it was worth beating her up for but she really made me sad."

"The second time?"

"Well, the second time, this boy was pushing into me in line and it made me feel," she stopped.

"How old were you?" I asked.

"Twelve," she answered. "Anyway, I think most guys are jerks and my big brother could have taught them a lesson."

"Is that so?" she laughed.

"Well, guys always do inappropriate things and I just," she paused, but then took a deep breath. "I just wish I was stronger."

"I can teach you how to fight," I told her.

"Really," she smiled. "You think Luciano would," she shook her head. "Nevermind."

"It will be just you and me, once you show him what you got. Who knows, maybe he will want to spar with you?" She laughed.

"He will definitely kick my ass every time, no matter how good I get," she stated.

"Probably," I laughed.

"We should get out and go to sleep," she said. She swam towards the pool ladder. I watched her get out. Her long lean legs were glistening with water drops. I followed a few down her legs. Her ass was nice and round. I hated myself for looking longer than I should. She turned around to grab a towel by her feet. Her breasts were average size but I didn't mind. They would fit nicely in my palms. I shook that thought immediately out of my head. Damn it, this girl was cute. Well, she was beautiful, but I didn't need this distraction.

"Are you coming?" she asked. I swam to the ladder and got up. She hadn't moved, so when I got out I was standing right in front of her. Her curls were loose and undefined. She was shaking again. I rubbed my hands down her arms over the towel to warm her up.

"Thank you," she said. She tried to smile but I knew she was nervous.

"Don't mention it," I smiled. "I'll meet you tomorrow at 6 am."

"Why so early?" I didn't answer her. I walked away but not before telling her goodnight over my shoulder.

The Next Day

She was on time. We had met at the gym her father had here on the other side of the house.

"Ready?" I asked. She was wearing pink skin-tight leggings and a pink crop top.

"Yeah," she cheered. I don't think she knows what she has gotten herself into. I jabbed her lightly on the arm. "Ouch."

"Well, you don't seem ready," I said. "Come here." She stepped closer to me. "Put your hands up. Make a fist." I helped her get into a good stance and showed her how to make a proper fist.

"Okay, now hit me," I said. She hesitated so I shouted. "HIT ME!" She hit me. It didn't really hurt me, but it was a start. "Use your weight," I told her to hit me again, so she did. We moved on to the punching bag. She was getting better but she was reluctant to put any force into it. She punched the bag again but missed and bumped into me. I caught her before she lost her footing.

"Camila!" Adriano shouted.

"Father," she stood up straight and brushed herself off. "He was, I was."

"Go upstairs and get ready for work," Camila looked at her watch and ran upstairs frantically. Adriano walked over to me and stared me down.

"You won't go near her, ever again. My daughter is off-limits," he said. "I am sure Luciano would enjoy having me as a brother-in-law."

"I think my son would want to protect his sister," he said.

"Your son," I repeated.

"Is there a problem?" Adriano asked.

"Not at all, sir," I walked off and went to take a shower.

I saw Camila running down the stairs.

"I am so sorry, see you later," she said in a hurry.