Chapter 11
He looked pissed off, his mouth half-open like he wanted to complain but didn’t have the guts to make a sound. And at the same time, he had this funny look on his face, a mix of desperation and outrage, like a dog stuck outside in the rain, begging to come in. “Poor guy,” I thought, biting my lip, trying to hold back the laugh. But I couldn’t. If he came now, he’d leave me hanging. My stepbrother satisfied, and me? What about me? No fucking way.
The truth is, I still wasn’t sure if I wanted to go all the way. I wanted to — fuck, I wanted to so bad! — but fear made me cross my legs. Fear of it hurting, fear of bleeding, fear of him blabbing to everyone. Plus, he seemed just as inexperienced as I was, and that made me even more locked up. If he knew what he was doing, maybe it’d be easier.
This time, the horniness didn’t burn on my skin like last time with Carla and her boyfriend. That wild frenzy, that heat that made me forget the world — none of that was here now. Just this weird nervousness, a dread that stuck to me like cold sweat. Maybe it was the guilt, who knows, he was my stepdad’s son, right?
“Let me eat you out then, Julia?”
His voice came out in an anxious whisper, a pathetic attempt to bargain for something, anything.
My eyes went wide right away. Heat rushed up my face, making me blush and laugh like an idiot from embarrassment. Fuck. I wasn’t expecting that.
In my head, my first time would be something else, something more… skin-deep. Something natural, fluid, where we’d strip down around the house, brushing against each other here and there, losing ourselves in our bodies without even noticing. A heat so intense it’d make clothes unbearable, forcing us to peel them off piece by piece along the way. Not a “Julia, let me eat you out” thrown out like that, dry, in a stinky room surrounded by the smell of old sweat and dirty clothes.
But the fire in my pussy, you know how it is, could be a kind of experiment for me. I’d already sucked him off, and I was super curious about how it’d feel. I unbuttoned and let my jeans slide tight off my legs, leaving me there all shy. For a second, I thought he’d start by kissing me on the mouth, but no. He couldn’t take his eyes off my pussy, and he had this childish grin that wouldn’t leave his face.
“Wow, cousin, all smooth, that looks delicious…”
“You don’t even know what being waxed is like, do you, you idiot? I just used the trimmer.”
Truth is, I hardly ever waxed. At most, I’d trim the hair with the machine, shave the bikini line and between my legs, and around my belly button so no hairs poked out of my dress.
When he started, the first disappointment hit. I thought at the last second he’d finally give me a kiss, something to make it less weird, but no. He just went straight down, without even looking at my face, his mouth landing on my belly.
It wasn’t bad, if not for the frantic way, not staying still in one spot for a second. But it was good, I can’t deny it. He grazed my skin lightly, his lips making circular motions that left a cool, weird sensation on my stomach. A shiver went up and down, one of those that makes you squirm without realizing.
His mouth slid down, slow. It passed the line of my waist, down to my thighs. My legs were still together, closed like a locked door. I didn’t know if it was me or him who had to open them. I’d never done this shit before! Was I supposed to lift my leg? Spread them? Wait for him to push? No one ever taught me that part.
And that’s when it started to feel good. Finally. He licked, nibbled, sucked. With every touch, I felt my body reacting, begging for more. But then he went lower, to where the slit started… and nothing.
I waited. He really wasn’t gonna ask me to spread my legs? Seriously?
The annoyance started to build. I was already all turned on, ready, and there he was, stuck in some shitty foreplay that seemed to never end!
I kinda lost my patience.
I pushed him away and spread myself wide open, no shame at all. I hadn’t even opened up that much for the gyno. For a second, I had the urge to grab him by the hair and shove his face between my legs, ram that mouth right where I wanted it — but I backed off. I just laughed at the thought.
He came in.
And when his mouth touched my skin, I got it. I got why everyone said it was amazing.
His mouth sucked up the sensations, pulled feelings from deep in my belly, made me tremble all over. I couldn’t even say exactly where he was licking because I was too sensitive. Any movement, any slip to the side, and I might come. My body reacted on its own, muscles clenching without me telling them to, and before I knew it, I was holding his head, grinding a little, guiding him. Showing where he should focus.
And the kid, get this… seemed pretty skilled with his mouth.
“Someone’s been sucking down a lot of yogurt, huh!”
I let out, between a laugh and a moan, couldn’t help it.
I could’ve let him do that to me for hours, and since he didn’t seem to mind, he stayed totally absorbed in the task.