Chapter 14
After the blowup with my mom, I got grounded. I didn't even bother asking how long—it was all talk, just like every other time. The real issue was the unbearable tension in the house. Mom had a permanent scowl, barely spoke to me, and I couldn't step foot outside. If she could, she'd cut off my internet too, but like always, the house was packed with people, and she knew she couldn't pull that off without starting a fight with half the family.
What really got to me was my stepdad's absence. It had been about ten days since he showed up, and nobody talked much about it. Matheus, his son, who'd messed around with me 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 left me uneasy. Was he gonna disappear for good? Deep down, I hoped not—my mom would be devastated, and it'd be my fault.
The days dragged on with the grounding, but honestly, it wasn't that tough. The house was always full—uncles, cousins, people everywhere. Mom tried to keep up appearances, 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 happened, without getting into details. He just laughed, saying it was no big deal to wait. "Better we go out when I've got paid," he said. Practical guy. I liked that.
Mariana was with me in the room, 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 squat. Weird. Mom always spilled everything—even stuff she shouldn't. My private life had been breakfast chatter for all my aunts at least once. But now? Total silence. That could only mean one thing: it was serious.
The sound of footsteps in the hall shut us up, the door swung open without ceremony, and Pedro walked in. He didn't hesitate, came straight to 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 further 'cause there was always someone third-wheeling.
"Sit here, Pedro," I called, patting the mattress next to me.
Mariana got up slowly and went to the window, frowning like she'd spotted something outside.
"Huh, why's everyone heading out?"
Pedro, still standing by the bed, shrugged.
"My dad’s taking Julia's mom and yours to that wholesale market. They're on this kick to buy everything 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, already heading out, 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 pulled him to me. My cousin was such an eager little thing, skinny and a few months younger than me, and for some reason, he gave me butterflies. Unlike Matheus, who had moves but didn't turn me on, Pedro was the opposite—he lit a fire in me, but never got the chance to put it out.
We started kissing like crazy, my tongue tangling with his, my hands gripping his neck. My body wanted more. Heat rose in my chest, my panties already soaked, aching, desperate to be touched. But like always with Pedro, things never quite kicked off. Something was off.
"Fuck, Pedro, take some initiative! 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 just sitting on my tit doing jack shit! Do something, I'm letting you!"
"Heh heh heh," he laughed slyly. "Open access, right?"
I looked him over. He seemed nervous, like now that we were alone, he'd lost that cocky vibe 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 onto my lips, and right then, I decided to have some fun. The trouble I was about to stir up was gonna be huge.
"I'm in charge, and you're gonna do what I say. Got it? You hear me?"
His eyes widened, scared. He wasn't a total idiot—he could flirt, kiss decently—but he was hesitant and never knew the right moment. He sat there looking dumb, waiting for what I'd do.
"Come to the edge of the bed."
I yanked 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. 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 see the shine of excitement, slick like he'd already leaked a bit 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, hesitant. 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 slowly along the base, giving 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.
"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 me now and shoved in, I wouldn't complain one bit. But instead, he settled between my legs, 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 glided slowly, almost tentative, tracing every curve, every fold with unexpected patience. The warmth of his touch, the light pressure on certain spots, gave me chills 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 husky whisper against my skin.
I opened my eyes; his face was close, focused, waiting for my answer.
"Yeah..."
He shifted better between my legs, 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 with a hairbrush, markers, even deodorant. A finger was nothing.
He pushed in slow, and a shiver ran up my spine. It tickled; my body reacted before I even processed it. The touch was exploratory, 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 right 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 your finger like this..." I guided, 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, mesmerized, hypnotized by the sight. But even in a trance, 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 trembled.
"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 escaped in spurts, soaking his hand.
Pedro stared, mouth agape, face caught between shock and pure ecstasy, amazed by the scene.
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.