Chapter 5

I was standing there, a whirlwind of emotions consuming me. I could’ve run to my parents’ room, told them what I’d seen. Nothing would’ve happened to me. They’d take my side, even if my cousin said I was spying. At worst, there’d be an awkward talk. But I stayed. Curiosity and horniness kept me pinned there. I liked looking at my cousin, liked watching her get fucked. I wanted to be like her, have that perfect body, know how to dance like that, be as free as she was. She hugged me, pretending to calm me down. But I knew. She just wanted to make sure I wouldn’t say anything. My eyes couldn’t leave her boyfriend’s cock, hard and out in the open.

“D’you think you could put that away in your pants?” she said, trying to keep control.

“But she’s into it. Can’t stop staring. You like it, don’t you, girl?” he teased, his voice dripping with mischief.

“Uh-huh…” I replied without thinking, surprising myself.

My cousin laughed, a naughty smile creeping across her face.

“Naughty girl… You like watching, huh? Must be my blood. Wanna keep watching?”

“Maybe…” I murmured, my heart pounding.

“Then stay quiet and keep an eye out if anyone’s coming, okay?”

I took a few steps back, trying to give them space. My cousin grumbled something about his cock going soft and dropped down quick to suck it. His smile was pure satisfaction, but his eyes stayed glued to me. It bugged me, but at the same time, there was something about it that turned me on. He was way too old for me, a total sleaze, with that bad-boy vibe. Still, I wanted to see what she did.

I stretched up on my tiptoes, curious, trying for a better view. Her position blocked most of it, but not enough to kill my curiosity. She didn’t look pretty sucking. Her face kinda crumpled with the effort of sucking, and she was drooling all over. She panted, struggling to breathe while she kept going. It was a raw scene, nothing like the fantasies in my head. I couldn’t see myself sucking a guy like that. I wanted to try it with Pedro, but he was so slow he never even took it out of his pants.

The guy was thick-headed, the head a different color from the rest of the cock. The skin bunched up, long and crooked in a weird way, nothing pretty to look at. When she got tired, she climbed up on the washing machine, facing him, and spread her legs. I’d completely forgotten about watching the corner. Now I was so close my hands were holding her thighs, like I was helping with a delivery.

With her panties pulled to the side, I saw how swollen and purple she was. The guy lined up his cock at her entrance, and it seemed to vanish, like a magic trick. They both smiled in pleasure, and even I smiled, caught up in the moment. He started moving, and I watched their bodies joining closely. That sight fascinated me. I wanted to touch it, feel the texture, the taste. I was so absorbed I didn’t notice my cousin looking at me, curious.

“You liking this, cousin? You a virgin?” she asked, her voice soft.

“Uh-huh, yeah I am,” I replied, a bit more relaxed. “Does it feel good?” I asked, wanting to know what she felt.

“It’s… fucking delicious…” she said, smiling, her voice thick with pleasure.

“Damn, you’re so wet!” I commented, surprised, seeing the shine between her legs.

The rhythm between them intrigued me. Sometimes they’d speed up, sometimes slow down, no real pattern. I got more and more into it, so much that my hand, without me realizing, started stroking the inside of her thighs. I only noticed what I was doing when my fingers hit a thicker, wetter spot. I was caressing the side of her outer lips, and she didn’t seem to mind.

I was totally disconnected from reality, like the only thing tying me to the world was that touch. I felt a freedom inside me. I followed the urge and let my hand roam over both their sexes, getting messy with the pleasure fluids dripping out. The wet sounds were hypnotic. I massaged her clit, firm and swollen, and let my fingers explore his cock without messing up his thrusting. I stroked his balls, amazed at the texture. He sighed deep when he felt my touch, and right then, with my hand holding him, he froze and seemed to unload everything inside her.

Hypnotized, now both my hands were working: left on Carla, right on him. When he pulled out, it was the first time I held a real cock. They both looked at me, but I didn’t know where to focus. The sight of her pussy, open and leaking cum, was mesmerizing, the sticky fluid holding me in a trance.

“Wanna lick it, cousin?” Carla asked, hesitant, her eyes sparkling with a mix of teasing and curiosity.

We acted on pure instinct. In that moment, all I felt was an overwhelming desire. My mouth went for the cum, wanting it without knowing why exactly. From both her pussy and his cock, I licked and sucked, like a kitten lapping up milk. I cleaned both their sexes, and they moaned, stunned by my unexpected move. I felt in control, with them literally in my hands. Every touch from me pulled out low moans, their faces twisting in intense pleasure. I switched between the cock and the pussy, no preference, feeling huge pleasure in doing it.

Then, suddenly, a noise snapped us back to reality.

“Julia, is that you back there?” my mom’s voice echoed, cutting through the air.

We three pulled ourselves together fast, hearts racing.

“Yeah, Mom, we’re here in the laundry room,” I replied, trying to stay calm.

My mom, on her nightly rounds, noticed two girls weren’t in their beds and came to check. When she got to the laundry room, she found us there, with sleepy faces and pajamas on, trying to hide the tension.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, clearly suspicious.

“Auntie, I came to throw some clothes in the dryer, and we ended up staying here chatting,” Carla lied, trying to sound natural.

“Okay, but you two get inside now. It’s not right to be out here like this, in pajamas, around a guy. And you, young man, you can head home. It’s way too late for you to be here,” my mom ordered.

We went in with our heads down, not arguing. He left quietly, no goodbye. It could’ve been a lot worse.