Chapter 1

I was never a saint, but there was a time when I was way worse than I am now. I couldn’t have been more than seventeen and still lived with my parents in a tiny apartment in Botafogo. I shared the room with my dumbass brother who crammed all his friends into that little space all day to play video games. They were all younger than me, a bunch of weird-ass kids.

At the start of the next year, my brother made some new friends, and one of them really caught my eye, but the poor guy was so slow it was pathetic. He was the type where his mom probably still gave him baths, hair all neatly combed, clothes always tidy. I thought he was kinda cute, ‘cause every time he saw me, he’d get all shy. Me, being the little devil I was, I’d mess with him! One of the things I always did was wear a loose top so any lean gave him a view of my tits and a beat-up, baggy jean short. Of course, I’d always sit in the worst way possible so he could see something, and I’d always catch him in the act.

“Tell me, what are you staring at? Did you lose something here?” I’d ask, pretending to be offended.

“Oh, uh… Sorry, I… I…” The embarrassed guy didn’t know where to hide his face, and I’d do it over and over and over…

One weekend, he decided to sleep over at my place. And I hated when my brother invited his buddies to stay over, ‘cause it forced me to sleep on the floor in my parents’ room, and those stinky boys would trash my whole bed.

My brother turned into a pumpkin after midnight. Nothing kept him awake, and it was getting late. I took a shower, threw on a little house dress, and sat with them to watch some shows. It wasn’t even time for my brother to hit the hay, and he was already drooling.

“Hey, big head!” I whispered…

“Huh?”

“Come on, let’s take a walk.”

“It’s late, I’m tired,” he said, sounding all down.

“God, you can’t be this slow…” I’m not sure if I thought it or said it out loud.

He got up and followed me quietly out the door so we wouldn’t wake anyone in the house. We went down the stairs to the game room, which was empty. Up until then, most of the time we just sat facing each other on the floor in a corner of the room, chatting, until I casually folded over and hugged one of my knees, letting him see something, and waited. I knew he could see something under my dress — one minute he’d look at my tits, the next at my crotch peeking out. He’d get all nervous trying to play it cool and always lose track of what we were talking about.

“You liking this, buddy?”

“What?”

“I know you’re checking me out…”

“No! What? No way?” He faked outrage, but his face was shaking with nerves.

“Pick one: tits or pussy?” I offered.

He looked side to side, trying to figure out the situation or maybe looking for cameras, I don’t know. My slutty face made it obvious I wasn’t joking. I was wet, and I could feel the dampness between my legs…

“Tits?!” He answered hesitantly, not sure about his choice. I wanted the other option. I slid the strap of my dress down, baring myself to my stomach. I was turned on by my prank, and my lips ached from biting them so hard. My tits, firm and perky, were on display, pointing right at him. The guy was stunned, staring straight at them with no reaction.

“Grab ‘em,” I said, grabbing his hand and putting it on my right tit. “Squeeze! See how hard they are? You like?”

“Yeah,” and he couldn’t say anything else. He stayed there, all clumsy, massaging my tits until he remembered he had another hand for the job. His touch was at best relaxing; he was awkward, you could tell he watched a ton of porn, kept giving little pinches to my nipple. But he put the right amount of pressure in his grip, and that scored points for him.

“Suck ‘em, come on…” I whispered low in his ear. That’s when he tried to kiss me, and I pushed him down and said:

“I told you to suck!”

He sucked, and damn, he sucked good! I was impressed. He started between my tits, giving big kisses and little nibbles, and I’d let out these involuntary moans. Then he got to my nipples; he gave a wet kiss around the nipple, and suddenly, I felt his whole hot mouth swallowing my tit tip. I remember bracing for pain, thinking he’d bite or suck hard, but no, he sucked a few times with pressure, and I remember moaning loud. It felt so intense I can’t even put it into words. He switched between one and the other while I twisted, pointing my tit to show which one to suck next, and pulled his head to ramp up the pressure and intensity.

“You wanna fuck me?” I whispered low…

He didn’t answer. Right then, I saw his hand covering his dick, like he was trying to hide a boner, looked like a kid desperate to pee. I reached out and grabbed his cock over his shorts, and holy shit, something was really wet down there.

“Hold up, did you cum?” I asked, pissed as hell…

“No!” He lied. “Look, I don’t have any condoms here… I wasn’t expecting this.”

“It was too good to be true,” I thought. I hadn’t even kissed the boy, and he came. If I told anyone, no one would believe it.

We went back up to the apartment, and in the following weeks, he didn’t show up at my place. When I saw him again, he could barely look at me, and of course, that amused me to no end. Little did he know I’d tease my premature boy even more! The story continues another time, I promise I’ll tell the rest!