Chapter 15

I was in this totally humiliating position when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the door cracked open. My heart skipped a beat. A little head was peeking in, a curious face glued to us, frozen, watching every damn detail. My whole body locked up right then. I tried to slam my legs shut in a desperate reflex, but Pedro was still wedged between them, blocking my escape.

I sucked in all the air I could and yelled, trying to cover my chest — which was already covered — with one arm while kicking Pedro away.

“Mariana, you fucking bitch, close that door!”

She widened her eyes, faking a shock that didn’t fool anyone.

“Sorry, cousin, I just got curious… wanted to see… that’s all…”

Her voice came out choked, forcing a whiny tone, but there wasn’t a single tear in her eyes. That little slut had been there for a while, watching God knows how long. Nosy-ass bitch.

“Man, I can’t believe this…” I let out, in disbelief, still trying to cover what I could.

Instead of disappearing, she pushed the door open and walked into the room like she owned the place. She locked it behind her with this annoying calm, while Pedro cracked up at the whole situation.

“Mariana, you’re supposed to close the door with you on the outside!” I shouted, getting really pissed now.

She rolled her eyes, crossed her arms, and leaned against the wall, totally at ease.

“Relax, cousin, you’ve already cum, you’re not doing anything now. And honestly, I’m tired of seeing that limp pussy of yours anyway.”

Pedro choked on his own laugh, coughing a little, still adjusting himself on the bed. I felt my face burn with a mix of pure rage and shame. But the little tramp didn’t stop there.

“Pedro, did you know we hook up?”

“MARIANA!!!!” I screamed, about to explode.

“Whoa, what do you mean?!” Pedro’s eyes went wide, surprised, coughing and choking.

“Yeah, she didn’t tell you? Oops… sorry, cousin, wasn’t I supposed to say?” Mariana put on this fake innocent face, biting her lip like she’d spilled it by accident.

“Go fuck yourself, go on… wanna talk? Then talk!” I threw my arms up, out of patience.

And of course, she didn’t need a second to think before opening her mouth.

“We hook up, duh!”

Pedro blinked fast, processing it.

“But… how do you hook up? Just kisses?”

Mariana shrugged, like she was listing everyday stuff.

“And fingering with some tit-sucking!”

Pedro’s eyes bulged, mouth hanging open.

“And you don’t eat each other out?”

She laughed.

“Nah… but we taste each other’s honey.”

Oh God. I wanted to evaporate, disappear into thin air. My face was on fire, my pussy was throbbing, and at the same time, I didn’t know if I wanted to punch Mariana or laugh at her ballsiness. What the fuck did she want with this?

“You guys gonna fuck?” she asked, her voice dripping with provocation.

Pedro didn’t hesitate:

“I want to.”

I shot Mariana a death glare and fired back, sarcastically:

“Who knows, huh, Mariana, if YOU WEREN’T HERE!”

Pedro went quiet and suddenly blurted out

“Eat her out so I can watch?”

“Pedro, if I wanted her eating me out, you wouldn’t be here, you perv!”

And I laid into him with my hand, no mercy. Pedro just laughed, dodging as best he could, while Mariana cackled from the side, treating it like a show.

The horniness had totally evaporated with that bullshit, but her offer stuck in my head like a hammer. I’d never gone down on Mariana. I’d wanted to die for it a bunch of times, but for some reason, it never happened. We’d lock ourselves in rooms or sneak into bathrooms alone, plenty of chances… maybe it was fear, inexperience, or just that stupid tension of knowing once you cross that line, there’s no going back.

They were still laughing at my irritation, but suddenly, the vibe shifted. I made them get serious, and a weird silence settled over the room.

“You know what?” I looked at Mariana. “Door’s locked?”

She nodded.

“Then get out of here, Pedro!” I pointed at the floor, no patience left.

He blinked a few times, confused, but didn’t argue. He got off the bed kinda reluctantly, muttering a “Damn, for real…”

I went with the momentum and settled back on the bed, spreading my legs as wide as I could. My body was still hot, even after the mess. I looked at Mariana, who was staring at me with those eyes sparkling with mischief, and let it out, no bullshit:

“So eat me out, you slut.”

She looked at me for a few seconds, eyes scanning my face, searching for any sign it was a joke. Then she glanced at Pedro, who was still there, speechless, not sure if he should laugh or wait for how this played out. Finally, her eyes dropped to my pussy, where they locked in.

She stood there, frozen, biting her lip and pinching her own nipples through her shirt, that nervous tic I knew well. She always did it when she was turned on, but also when she was nervous.

“Oh, cousin… I was just kidding…” she said, voice all awkward, trying to backpedal, like the reality had just hit her.

I rolled my eyes, impatient.

“Either you eat me or I eat you. You wanna stick around being a pain in the ass? Pick one.”

She swallowed hard, hesitant. Pedro, across the room, watched with his mouth open, not knowing if this was real or a dream. But being the perv he was, he didn’t miss a chance to cheer.

“Eat her, come on!” he egged on, with a dumb grin.

Mariana and I turned on him at the same time.

“Shut up, Pedro!” we said together.

He laughed, throwing his hands up in surrender, but stayed put, waiting for what came next.

Mariana hesitated a few more seconds, face flushed. But her fingers, now squeezing her tits harder, made it clear she was tempted. And I knew deep down she wanted it as bad as I did. But she didn’t have the guts. She turned and bolted out the door, crying from nerves.

I wanted to go after her, but I’d been off-kilter these days. More irritated than usual, I got dressed and messed around with Pedro, who was way more relaxed now. He begged me a million times to suck him off, but I wasn’t in the mood anymore.