Chapter 6
Sunday flew by, I didn’t even notice. The cousins were there, having a blast like total idiots, and I was dying of embarrassment, locked in my own personal hell. I pretended to be sick to get out of everything. Mom wanted to drag me to the clinic, but I managed to tell her I’d be better soon. She gave me another lecture for hanging out in just a tank top and panties in front of Carla’s boyfriend. It seemed like Carla didn’t take the scolding well and stormed off, pissed as hell, without even looking back.
The week was total shit. Every second, I sank deeper into the shame of what I’d done. The details kept popping into my head, and it felt like everyone knew, like their eyes were always on me. Text Carla? No fucking way. I had no clue what to say. I kept to myself, drowning in the silence. Mom sensed something was off. She asked, she prodded, but I didn’t let anything slip. If she found out, I’d be screwed, though if they told her, it would be impossible for her to believe the story — I didn’t even believe it myself.
Let me tell you a bit more about my parents. My dad ditched us when I was just a little kid. Now, he’s got another family, two boys my age, kids from his wife and some other guy. My mom got lucky, hooked up with a decent guy, about eight years younger. She loves calling him “my young stud”! He doesn’t live with us, shows up midweek and sometimes pops in on weekends. At least he doesn’t bug me or my two brothers.
Now, my brothers… They love the sons from my dad’s marriage. Those boys are always over here, like the horde of cousins I already have isn’t enough. But since nobody bugs anybody and there’s never a shortage of anything, the house stays packed and peaceful, even if it barely fits everyone. The biggest drama when they’re around is the bathroom. They’re total slobs, my God, and they hog it forever. The older one’s 22, the younger 18. They’re hot, I’ve always wanted to kiss them, but they never gave me a shot. And my brothers don’t help, always hovering over me, jealous as fuck.
The younger one, Matheus, I caught red-handed in the bathroom with my panties in his hand. When he saw me, he said he was just grabbing them from the shower to take a bath. And me, dumbass, I got embarrassed for leaving them there, didn’t even think it could be a lie. I would’ve let him sniff straight from the source if he’d asked, but he never tried. I remembered that yesterday, and it was the only thing that distracted me from what happened that weekend.
That night, I kept thinking about him. It’d been weeks since he’d shown up around here. I grabbed my phone and texted to check in on them. I saw them as brothers, but the kind you hook up with, you know? After all, they weren’t my blood. He replied, and the chat flowed for a good while. He was fun, talked about everything.
But then, in the middle of the conversation, the panty story came back to me. I couldn’t resist and asked straight up:
“Remember that day in the bathroom… Were you sniffing my panties?”
He took a bit to reply, playing dumb:
“What day? I don’t remember that!” — Of course he’d try to weasel out.
“Oh, come on, don’t play dumb now? You can tell me.” — I pushed, laughing and hoping for a yes.
“Damn, you’re accusing me of sniffing your panties? That’s what this is?” — Him, obviously trying to defend himself.
“If you admit it, I’ll give you a reward.” — I threw it out there, already with my pussy on fire, waiting for him to bite.
“What are you gonna give me, girl?” — My God, he’s so slow.
“Whatever you want… if I can do it, of course.” — I’m not stupid. I’m young, but I’ve got my tricks.
“Can it be a nude?” — Bingo, he nailed exactly what I wanted!
“But nudes aren’t given, they’re traded!” — I wasn’t the only one curious to see something.
“You’re serious? Hold up, is this your brother messing with me?”
It was fair for him to suspect, we’d never had talks like this. To prove it was me, I sent a pic of myself in a nightie. Through the satin, you could see my tits pushed together, nipples peeking out. I didn’t show my face, but he’d know it was me.
A long time passed, like 10 minutes, and my phone lit up with a new message — it was a photo.
I opened it all excited and nearly fell over. My eyes lit up, my whole body shook, and I felt my pussy throbbing, soaked. His cock was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Thick, with a small pink head. Smooth skin, perfect, not a blemish. And the size… Fuck, what a cock! Right then, all I could think was: would that thing even fit inside me? I was still a virgin, and every time I saw a dick, the doubt hit. It must hurt like hell, and that scared me, but it also turned me on like crazy.
“What do you think? Your turn now!”
The message popped up right below the photo and made me antsy. I’d never sent a nude before, and right then I realized I wasn’t even shaved. Should’ve thought of that before suggesting the trade. I turned on the bedroom light, tried three different poses, but none felt right.
“Can it just be tits or ass?” — I asked, trying to buy time.
“Ah, that’s not fair, but okay.”
With effort, I got the best angle I could. I took two pics in the mirror and was happy with them. My tits have always been nice, firm, maybe a little far apart, but with really hard nipples. I’m pale, with that bikini tan line that never fades. My ass, though not big, has a round shape I’ve always thought was cute. I’m petite, delicate, and that’s always defined me. I sent the pics and waited for a reply.
I’ve never been one to masturbate. Actually, I don’t even know how to do it right. It hurt when I stuck my fingers in. I’d only cum like twice in my life trying, and it always felt frustrating. But now, I was so wet, turned on by the idea of trading nudes with him. I tried touching myself again, but it didn’t feel that good. The chat went silent for a bit, until he finally broke it.
“Wanna meet up?”
He wanted to hook up. Did he know I was a virgin? But where? My brothers would beat his ass if they found out. Still, I agreed.
“Yeah, when?”
I sent the reply right away, and we set a day and time to meet.