Chapter 13

I flew through the door, heart racing, panties glued to my skin from the dried-up slickness. My pussy was a wreck, creamy and pulsing, but not from pleasure — it was just an aftershock of what went down earlier. I’d had some hot make-out sessions with my stepbrother, but damn, something was missing. The horniness was there, my body was screaming yes, but it didn’t click. Maybe it was his vibe, maybe it was me. I didn’t know, and honestly, I didn’t want to dwell on it.

I crossed the living room in quick steps, just wanting to dive into the shower and wash the scent of Matheus’s room off me. But before I hit the hallway, the yell that froze my blood rang out.

“Julia, we need to talk!”

Holy shit. I was screwed. It was my mom!

I stopped dead in my tracks, body locked up, heart pounding harder than before. What now? Did Mariana slip up and Mom find out something? Did I let a detail slip?

I swallowed hard and forced a casual tone.

“What’s up, Mom?”

I headed to the kitchen and found her sitting at the table alone, peeling potatoes like she was pretending to be calm. But that look, that stern face, said it all. When Mom got like that, you knew shit was coming my way.

She dropped the knife on the cutting board, crossed her arms, and eyed me from head to toe.

“My daughter, look, you’re a grown woman now. And I’ve seen you prancing around here with no manners at all. Don’t you see there’s always a bunch of guys in this house?”

I went pale right then. Oh no… Where was she going with this?

“Hold on, Mom, what are you talking about? Where’s this coming from all of a sudden?”

My heart raced. Of course this crap had my asshole stepdad’s fingerprints all over it. He must’ve complained. And yeah, I gave him reason to — I teased him, provoked him, played around. To make it worse, he caught me touching myself and I just fanned the flames. But obviously, Mom wasn’t gonna say it was him who ratted me out.

“Yeah, my daughter…” She sighed, staring off into space like she’d rehearsed that speech a thousand times. “You’re all grown up. Your cousins, your stepdad, his sons… This house is always full of men. And you go around in your nightgown like no one’s watching. This can’t go on!”

I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly saw my own brain.

“Oh, Mom, apologize to them then!” I shot back, sarcasm dripping from my mouth. “I thought this was my house, you know? Thought I could walk around comfortable! But don’t worry, okay? I’ll get a burqa to wear in my own damn home!”

Her eyes went wide, shocked at my boldness. But I didn’t stop. Blood rushed to my head, my tongue got sharp, and before I could hold back, I dropped the bomb:

“And another thing! Tell your boyfriend, that creepy old perv, to stop staring at my tits and spying on me when I’m in my room!”

The silence that followed was the kind that comes before a hurricane. Mom went white, then red, then some shade I’d never seen before. And I knew right then I’d fucked everything up.

The second I turned my back was just enough time for her to catch her breath before the scream.

“JuliAAAAA!!!!!! GET BACK HERE!”

But I’d already spun around and bolted down the hall, ready to lock my bedroom door before she grabbed me.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?!”

Her voice echoed through the whole house, and then came the pounding on the door.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

My heart was thumping as hard as her fists. My chest heaved, breaths short, as I stared at the doorknob, waiting for the next hit.

“OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR RIGHT NOW, Julia!”

“STOP OR I’LL CALL MY DAD!” I yelled back.

I could never actually do that. Dad didn’t care much about us, but who knows, maybe he’d decide to play the tough guy.

But that was enough to make Mom stop banging on the door. From inside, I just heard the curses echoing through the house. The nerves still burned in my chest, my hands shaking. I flopped onto the bed, trying to take deep breaths, but it didn’t help.

In a mindless move to calm down, I grabbed my phone. The screen blinked with notifications.

Some texts. Unknown number.

Great. Now that Mom’s never gonna let me out of the house, this guy’s finally showing up.

I needed to put that on hold. I pulled the evidence out of my backpack and got my clothes ready for a shower. But there was a problem: I’d have to leave the room, and the enemy was out there, probably with his belt in hand, ready to mark up my legs.

I deserved it. Could’ve kept my mouth shut.

To buy time, I decided to reply to the texts.

“Hi!”

“It’s the bus guy, I got the car!”

“You good?”

Here he goes talking about the car again, like I give a shit.

“Yeah, cool! All good?” I replied, not much patience left.

“So, what do you like to do when you go out?”

The chat rolled on with that small-talk vibe of people who barely know each other. He said he was in college, but it sounded like he was just majoring in Partying 101, 201, and 301 every semester. All he talked about was that and the car.

But at least he was fun.

I must’ve spent at least an hour and a half texting him. Enough time for her anger to cool and for me to work up the guts to apologize to Mom.

Then, not satisfied, I went and made the second dumb move of the day.

The conversation got spicier, and he hit me with this:

“We could hit up that spot in the arts district, then, I dunno, head back to my place…”

Fuck… He wanted to fuck.

He was playing the guy role, had some balls, wasn’t a wimp like Pedro, and had better chemistry than Matheus. And me, stupid, said what I shouldn’t.

“Whoa, my mom won’t let me go to the arts district alone, and I’m a virgin, mister, I don’t do that stuff.”

The silence after was deadly.

He left me hanging for over ten minutes.

“Just what I need, this guy ghosting me now…” I thought, on the verge of tears. “Reply, you asshole! I hate this so much, I’m such an idiot! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!”

When the tear was about to roll, my phone buzzed.

“Sorry for the delay, food arrived and I had to go down to get it, but don’t worry, all in your time. Tell me where you can go… and about coming over, I dunno, we could just chill. I’d like to give you some kisses.”

Jujube’s little pussy throbbed right then! I was back in the game!