Chapter 11
He looked pissed off, his mouth half-open like he was about to complain, but he 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 indignation, like a dog locked 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 brother satisfied, and me? What about me? No fucking way.
The truth is, I still didn't know if I wanted to sit on it. I wanted to—fuck, I wanted to so bad!—but the fear made me cross my legs. The fear of it hurting, the fear of bleeding, the fear of him going around telling everyone. Plus, he seemed just as inexperienced as I was, and that made me even more stuck. 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 wildness, 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, I don't know, he was my stepdad's son, right?
"Let me eat you out then, Julia?"
His voice came in an anxious whisper, a pathetic attempt to bargain for something, anything.
My eyes went wide right away. The heat rushed to my face, making me turn red 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-to-skin. Something natural, fluid, where we'd strip down around the house, touching here and there, losing ourselves in our bodies without even noticing. A heat so intense it'd make clothes feel unbearable, forcing us to rip off piece by piece along the way. And 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 shaved, that looks delicious..."
"You don't even know what being shaved is like, do you, you idiot? I just ran the trimmer over it."
Truth is, I hardly ever shaved. At most, I'd trim the hair with the machine, razor on the groin and between my legs, and near my belly button so it wouldn't poke out of my panties.
When he started, the first disappointment hit. I thought at the last second he'd finally give me a kiss, something to make it feel less weird, but no. He just went straight down, without even looking at my face, his mouth landing on my stomach.
It wasn't bad, if not for the rushed way, not staying still in one spot for a second. But it was good, I can't deny it. He scratched my skin lightly, his lips making circular motions that left a cool, weird sensation on my belly. A shiver went up and down, the kind that makes you squirm without realizing.
His mouth went lower, slowly. It passed the line of my waist, slid to the tops of 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! Was I supposed to lift my leg? Spread? Wait for him to force it? 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 my 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 like it would 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 gave up. I just laughed at the idea.
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 sensations, pulled feelings from deep in my belly, made me tremble all over. I couldn't even tell exactly where he was sucking because I was too sensitive. Any movement, any slide to the side, and I might come. My body reacted on its own, muscles contracting without me telling them to, and I, without realizing, was already holding his head, grinding lightly, guiding. Showing him where to 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, unable to help it.
I could've let him do that to me for hours, and since he didn't seem to mind, he got totally lost in the job.