Chapter 2
When the sun came up, she was different, distant, with a look of rejection that left me feeling down. I was still confused from the night we'd shared, barely able to look at her face without feeling the weight of desire and guilt twisting together inside me. The thought of spending the whole day by her side, with what happened hanging between us like a silent shadow, made me restless. She'd come to swim in the pool, and we'd be together the entire weekend. The boys wouldn't show up until around noon, leaving the tension just between the two of us until then. We had breakfast, and then, without saying a word, we headed up to my room.
We went into the room, and I went straight to the computer to put on some music, trying to fill the awkward silence. She didn't say a word, just went to the door, closed it slowly, and turned the lock with a click. I thought she was gonna change into her bikini, but no. Without any warning, she walked right toward me, her eyes carrying a weight that left me breathless. Before I could react, her hands pulled me, forcing me to stand up.
"What’s wrong, cousin?"
My voice came out shaky, the shock and confusion all over my face.
She didn't answer. She just came closer and, without asking, took my lips. The first touch was soft, her lips pressing against mine with a restrained force that froze me in place. I stood there motionless, my eyes wide open. I didn't know what to do. I was inexperienced, clumsy, and the taste of coffee with milk still lingered in my mouth, mixing with her flavor. My heart started pounding in my chest, each beat echoing in the silence. My body reacted first—my chest rising and falling with short, quick breaths.
Then she parted her lips, a subtle invitation, and her little tongue ventured into my mouth. She was gentle but sure, dancing with a delicacy that swept me away. A shiver ran through my whole body, like an electric current, and the pleasure took me over completely. I felt an involuntary smile form on my lips, blending with the heat of the kiss that kept going, slow and intense, like the world outside didn't exist anymore.
The kiss heated up, our lips getting hungrier, and our little hands started exploring, sliding timidly over each other's bodies. There was nothing explicit in that moment, just the soft touch that set our skin on fire. The excitement built in me, a hot, overwhelming wave I couldn't fully understand. It was a raw, unknown desire taking hold of me. Then, without thinking, I pulled away abruptly, pressing my palm against my pussy, trying to hold back the heat burning between my legs. I squatted down, like I was desperate to pee, trying to find relief from that uncontrollable feeling.
We burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the room, a mix of nerves and pleasure. She laughed with me, but her eyes still had that teasing spark. Her fingers squeezed her nipples through her shirt, pinching them gently, just like she'd done the night before.
We kept kissing in the room. The doorknob turned every five minutes, someone from the house coming to check what we were up to, a reminder that there was no freedom there, no time. My mom was grumpy, she'd take the key to the room if she thought I was doing something wrong. A constant reminder that the space wasn't really mine. But the only thing that mattered was her mouth, hot and wet, and it was worth the risk. Every sound from the hallway made us jump apart. We'd pretend to fix our clothes or make some casual move, our breaths held like we'd committed a crime.
After a while, the kisses lost their thrill, and the talk turned to the boys. We had some cousins who were our secret crushes. Mine was Pedro, hers was Otávio. She'd hooked up with Otávio a few times, enough to share details that made my face flush. Me, on the other hand, I'd barely gotten past my first kiss with Pedro, a quick, awkward thing that didn't seem like much compared to her stories. We whispered like conspirators, plotting ways to snag a few minutes alone with them. But there was a problem: my mom. If she caught us, it'd be enough to start gossip all through the family.