Chapter 14

After the blowout with my mom, I got grounded. I didn’t even bother asking how long it’d last — I knew it was all talk, just like every other time. The real problem was the unbearable tension in the house. Mom with a scowl on her face, barely talking to me, and me stuck inside without stepping foot outside. If she could, she’d cut off my internet too, but like always, the place was packed with people, and she knew pulling that shit would start a fight with half the family.

What really got to me was my stepdad’s absence. It’d been about ten days since he showed up, and nobody was saying much about it. Matheus, his son — the one I’d messed around with a bit — mentioned offhand that the fight between them had been bad.

“I don’t even know if they’re coming back,”

he said, and that planted a bug in my ear. Was he gonna disappear for good? Deep down, I hoped not — Mom would be devastated, and it’d be my fault.

The days dragged on in lockdown, but honestly, it wasn’t that tough. The house was always full — uncles, cousins, people everywhere. Mom tried to keep up the act, but I knew she’d forget soon enough and let me out. In the meantime, the guy from the car kept chatting with me. We talked every day. I gave him a quick rundown of what went down, without getting into details. He just laughed, saying it was no big deal to wait.

“Better we go out once I get paid,”

he said. Practical guy. I liked that.

Mariana was in my room with me, legs crossed on the bed, phone in hand, but her attention split between me and the house gossip. We tried piecing together info, fishing for clues about what the family was saying on the fight, but nobody knew shit. Weird. Mom always spilled everything — even stuff she shouldn’t. My private business had been breakfast chatter for all my aunts at least once. But now? Dead silence. That could only mean one thing: it was serious.

Footsteps in the hall shut us up, the door swung open without much fanfare, and Pedro walked in. He didn’t hesitate, came straight for me like he knew exactly what he wanted. He glanced around, making sure it was just Mariana, then leaned down and kissed me. Pedro was my hookup, my little sweetheart, always handsy with me, but we’d never gone all the way — there was always someone third-wheeling.

“Sit here, Pedro,”

I called, patting the mattress next to me.

Mariana got up slow and headed to the window, frowning like she’d spotted something outside.

“Hey, why’s everybody heading out?”

Pedro, still standing by the bed, shrugged.

“My dad’s taking Julia’s mom and your mom to that wholesale market. They’re on this kick about buying in bulk to save money.”

Mariana smirked, getting it right away.

“So I’ll leave the lovebirds alone…”

Her teasing tone made me roll my eyes. She laughed, heading out of the room, mocking us before shutting the door behind her.

As soon as the door clicked, I didn’t waste time. I grabbed Pedro by the collar and yanked him to me. My cousin was a eager little thing, skinny as a rail and a few months younger than me, and for some reason, he gave me butterflies. Unlike Matheus, who had moves but didn’t do shit for me, Pedro was the opposite — he lit a fire inside, but never got the chance to put it out.

We started kissing like maniacs, my tongue tangling with his, my hands gripping his neck. My body wanted more. Heat rose in my chest, my panties already soaked, aching to be touched. But like always with Pedro, things didn’t kick into gear. Something was off.

“Fuck, Pedro, take charge! Grab my tit or something, do anything!”

I snapped, already impatient.

His eyes went wide, like I’d asked him to kill someone.

“Can I? I thought you wouldn’t like it… Last time you kept pushing my hand away…”

And that was it. He put his hand on my tit and… nothing. No squeeze, no twist, no rough stuff — just sat there like he was holding a glass of water.

I wanted to laugh. Or cry. Maybe both, with a ton of frustration mixed in.

“Pedro, are you gay or just stupid? Last time there were people here, for fuck’s sake!”

He nearly choked on his own spit.

“Whoa, girl! Gotta be that harsh?!”

I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow.

“You’ve got your hand sitting on my tit doing jack shit! Do something, I’m letting you!”

“He he he — ”

He laughed slyly.

“Free access, huh?”

I looked him over. He seemed off, like now that we were alone, he’d lost that cocky confidence from last time: shoulders hunched, body shaking like I was taking advantage of him.

“Taking advantage…”

The word flashed in my head like a neon sign. I liked the idea. A wicked smile crept across my lips, and right then, I decided to have some fun. The trouble I was about to stir up was huge.

“I’m calling the shots, and you’re gonna obey. Got it? You hear me?”

His eyes bugged out, scared. He wasn’t a total idiot — he could come up with ideas, kiss decently — but he was hesitant and never knew the right moment to act. He just sat there looking dumb, waiting for my next move.

“Come to the edge of the bed.”

I pulled him over without ceremony, no room for second-guessing. I wanted to test what I’d learned before, see if things would be different with him. My hands went straight for the button on his shorts, ripping open the Velcro with a sharp tug. I didn’t wait for reactions, just shoved my hand in and freed what he was hiding in his boxers. He was hard. Skin covered the tip, but I could already see the shine of excitement, slick like he’d leaked a bit just from nerves.

Without warning, I took him in my mouth.

If he protested, I didn’t hear it, and if he tried, it wouldn’t have mattered. I did it how I knew, no fear of drooling, like it was the most natural thing in the world for me. Pedro shook all over, his fingers slipping through my hair, gentle, unsure. He wasn’t like the others. With him, I felt safe. He was my favorite cousin.

I smiled against his hot skin, pulling back just a bit to look at him. His face was twisted in pleasure, like he was about to have a stroke.

“You like that?”

I teased, sliding my hand slow along the base, giving it a light squeeze.

“If you weren’t so slow, you’d have had this ages ago.”

He took a deep breath, eyes locked on me, full of pent-up desire.

“You wanna see it?”

“See what?”

I rolled my eyes, laughing.

“My pussy, you idiot. Damn, this is gonna be tough!”

He swallowed hard.

“I do…”

I was impatient. Desire burned inside me, and he wasn’t helping. I slipped off my panties, hiked up my skirt, and sat on the bed, legs spread, waiting. If he climbed on top and shoved in right now, I wouldn’t complain one bit. But instead, he settled between my legs, his fingers hesitant as they slid over my skin. His touches were soft, exploratory, like he was discovering what a woman was right then.

When he finally reached it, what I felt wasn’t just horniness, but a deep relaxation. His fingers moved slow, almost tentative, tracing every curve, every fold with unexpected patience. The warmth of his touch, the light pressure on certain spots, gave me shivers in a whole new way. My body gave in without a fight, my breathing slowed, and for a moment, I just wanted to feel.

I closed my eyes and tuned out.

“Can I slide a finger in, Ju?”

His voice came low, almost a hoarse whisper against my skin.

I opened my eyes — his face was close, focused, waiting for my answer.

“Yeah…”

He shifted better between my legs, his dark eyes tracking every move. The first touch was testing, fingers gliding at the entrance, spreading my wetness like he was gauging my reaction.

“Tell me where it feels good…”

“Okay…”

The fingertip found its way without rushing. I was a virgin, but a finger was no big deal. This whole “virginity” thing never made much sense to me — I’d played around with a hairbrush, a marker, even deodorant. A finger was nothing.

He pushed in slow, and a shiver ran up my spine. It tickled, my body reacting before I even got what was happening. The touch was probing, careful, like he was mapping every inch inside me.

“Put your finger on the top part and don’t go all the way in,”

I guided, biting my lip.

“Here?”

“Lower… Yeah, like that…”

He adjusted, and when he hit the right spot, heat flooded my belly.

“Oh God, I’m turning into a pussy slut!”

I blurted, laughing out of breath.

Pedro laughed too, but didn’t stop.

“See, that’s rougher there?”

I murmured, panting, feeling the heat pulse inside me.

“That’s the inner part of my clit, got it?”

He swallowed hard, dark eyes shining with almost innocent focus.

“Got it…”

“Now, with your other hand, play with the little finger like this…”

I guided, my voice dragging, my body already melting into the sheets.

I wet two fingers in my own slickness, sliding over myself effortlessly, spreading, touching right in front of him. He froze, lips parted, entranced, hypnotized by the sight. But even in a daze, he followed my lead.

His finger made the right motion, a precise hook that nudged every sensitive inch inside me. My body started running out of air, muscles clenching out of control.

“If you keep that up, I’m gonna cum… Better stop…”

I let out in a thin voice, trying to suck air back into my lungs.

“Cum so I can see?”

His voice came out rough, low, loaded with curiosity and lust.

I smiled, even as I shook.

“Cousin… If I cum, it’s gonna be a mess… You won’t be able to handle it…”

But the talk went on too long. I’d already lost control, the wave built before I could stop it. My body went off on its own, breath cutting into a moan that burst out before I could muffle it.

I bucked like I was possessed, riding his fingers, the climax hitting me without mercy. The pleasure exploded like a blast, a raw spasm that yanked me out of reality. My whole body shook, and a hot squirt shot out in bursts, soaking his hand.

Pedro stared, mouth agape, his face a mix of shock and pure ecstasy, amazed by the show.

A fierce orgasm challenged me — and won.

My last bit of strength went to grabbing his hand and pulling it away from me, like it wanted to live there forever.