Chapter 30
I burst into the room like a rocket with no brakes, tripping over corners, kicking a stray shoe, almost crashing into the plastic nightstand. I slammed the door shut and locked it, like someone was chasing me — no one was, just my shame, sticking to my back.
I stood in the middle of the room, my heart pounding so loud it felt like it was gonna rat me out. I took a deep breath, trying to pull some air into my head, but it just filled my chest with more panic.
“Think, you idiot… think!” I whispered, hands in my hair, pacing back and forth like some idea was gonna drop from the ceiling.
On the bed, Mariana was drooling on the pillow, sprawled on her side, her t-shirt bunched up around her belly, looking like a dead-tired baby.
“Wake up.”
“Hm?”
“Wake up, fuck! Come on!”
“What… why are you hitting me…? Let me sleep, shit…”
I sat next to her, shoved her shoulder hard. I wanted to shake her till her brains fell back into place.
“I’m fucked, Mariana.”
Mariana cracked one eye open and yawned with a scared look on her face.
“You’re pregnant? What do you mean?”
“WAKE UP, MARIANA! What the fuck kind of pregnant?!”
“Then you’re not fucked. Let me sleep.”
She rolled over to the other side, pulling the blanket up with zero interest in my meltdown.
I just stared at her, frozen, not believing I was there, ready to explode, and the bitch was drifting back to sleep like I’d come in to say the Wi-Fi was down.
“Mariana, get up! I need to talk. For real.”
“Awwwww…” she groaned lazily, but didn’t open her eyes. “Fine, talk then… if it’s really important, I’ll listen.”
I took a deep breath. And let it out.
As I spilled it all, out of breath, words tumbling over each other, Mariana slowly opened her eyes, first one, then the other, until she sat up in bed with that sleepy face, her pajama top wrinkled around her belly and her hair looking like it’d been through a hurricane. She pieced the story together bit by bit, staring at me with a “what the fuck?” look, but eventually she got how serious it was.
Or so I thought.
Because after everything, after the drama, the desperation, the confession that could bury me alive if it got out… she looks at me, cool as a cucumber, and says:
“He sent you a nude? Can I see?”
I froze.
“Fuck, girl. You serious?”
She just shrugged, like I’d told her I stubbed my toe, not that I was on the edge of a mental breakdown. I was pissed, obviously. But… I was curious too. That dirty, stubborn curiosity that grows in your fertile mind without asking.
I grabbed my phone. There was a new message, unknown number. I opened it. The dick was right there.
Full on. Huge. No shame at all.
“Oh my God… look at this, Mari.”
Her eyes went wide, she clapped a hand over her mouth, made that shocked face you only pull when you see something that shouldn’t exist.
“Jesus. That thing wouldn’t fit inside me.”
“How the hell does my mom handle a monster like that?”
The pic looked fake. The cock was enormous. Like… enormous. Thick, veins bulging, that pink head like a mutant mushroom. It wasn’t pretty, but it had this… power. It was just sitting there, mocking my face, saying “sit on me.”
“You gonna send one back?” she asked, more excited than worried.
“Of course not, idiot! Am I gonna keep stringing along my mom’s boyfriend?”
“But you were…”
“I was, Mari. I regret it, okay? Not anymore.”
She eyed me sideways, suspicious.
“Send that pic I took of you on all fours… You delete it?”
“Nope. Still here.” I unlocked the album quick, showing it with a naughty little grin. “I like it.”
“You know how you don’t wanna eat ‘cause you’re full? Yeah… you’re just saying that ‘cause your pussy’s still burning from all that dick yesterday.”
“Shut up, yours is too!” I said, laughing, nudging her leg with my foot. “And changing the subject… I wanna see the guy today.”
“I dunno… those two might show up here again with their puppy-dog eyes any minute.”
“Shit, that’s right… Damn, a month ago I had nobody. Now everybody wants to fuck me!”
“Or maybe you wanna give it to everybody, Jujube. And you’re working hard at it, huh?”
“True.” I admitted, without blinking.
The laugh hit right then. The kind that makes your belly hurt, the one you let out when you accept you’ve crossed the line a long time ago.
But it’s Carla’s fault. All her fault. She flipped that damn switch inside me. I was chill. Fine. Taking it slow. Good little girl. But now? Now it’s like opening a gate that won’t shut anymore. An old gate, creaky, noisy, but you can’t lock it. And you don’t even want to.
“Come on, scoot over, I wanna lie down too.” I said, shoving Mariana with my butt.
“Don’t push me, shit. There’s a whole bed here.”
I lay down next to her and we grabbed the phone. We scrolled through social media pics, just the lukewarm gossip from the school crowd. But this early, nobody’d fucked up yet. All calm. Mariana swiped through the feed, pausing on some that weren’t worth shit.
“You see what Otávio posted?” She turned the phone toward me.
It was a pic of us. The two of us sprawled on the mattress, laughing. He posted it like it’d been a cute game night. Caption:
“The girls learned never to challenge us at Uno again.”
“What an idiot. We didn’t even play. That was when we got back from the bathroom, right?”
“Yeah, I think so. He snapped that one on the sly.”
I stared at the pic for a bit. It was nice. Looked natural. You could almost pretend we were happy and innocent.
As we chatted, Mariana started running her nail over my chest. Real light, gentle, just that couple-y affection. That dumb stuff you do without thinking. I let her, of course. It felt good. Warmed my chest, but it wasn’t sexual. Until… she went in for a kiss.
“Ah! No! You’ve got morning breath, Mariana. Back off.”
“Just a little kiss…”
“Brush your teeth, girl!”
“Kiss me… if it’s too bad, we’ll stop!”
Of course it was bad. Both of us tasting like old umbrella in our mouths. But we kissed. Slow, laughing. Kinda ridiculous, kinda nice. Then the shirts rode up. And our tits touched. And boom. It turned into that hard, hot, kinda clumsy grinding.
Things were heating up… until the hand slid down. Mine to her crotch, hers to mine.
“Ow… nah, cousin. Still burning.”
“Damn, mine too."
"How long does this last?”
“Dunno… feels like I got smacked with a flip-flop on my clit.”
We laughed. That silly, muffled laugh into the pillow. The urge was there, but our bodies hadn’t recovered from the pounding yet.
“Wanna do a hands-free 69 anyway?” she said, already twisting her body.
“Just for a little morning cum, right?” I replied, laughing, getting into position.
That’s what it was. No fingers, just mouth. Just tongue. Gentle. Pace for someone who doesn’t wanna cum screaming, just stretch out the horniness while the house is still asleep.
We got into it on autopilot, like we knew each other too well to need words. Mariana turned first, swinging a leg over me, and I slotted in underneath, feeling the nice weight of her body on my thighs. We didn’t take anything off. No shorts, no panties. Just pulled ‘em aside. Hers were light pink, kinda lacy, already damp. Mine probably the same. The warm scent of morning pussy was rising in the air — not bad, it was us.
Mariana went down first, her nose brushing lightly until she found my clit through the pulled-aside fabric. She started slow, soft tongue licking gentle, then with more pressure. I moaned on the first touch. Just feeling her mouth there, even with my skin still a bit tender from last night, had me trembling lightly. Her breath hit my crotch and gave me goosebumps all over.
I took a few seconds, but then I went for it too. I leaned down, pulled her panties aside, and found her all swollen, that honey dripping at the edge. I went slow. Tongue first, then a long kiss right in the center, and only then did I start sucking. She moaned, muffled, mouth glued to me. Our sounds blended into one, like our bodies were talking to each other.
Mariana slid her fingers to my ass. Squeezed, pulled, spread a little, and then came with her finger… at my asshole. I didn’t even ask. She knew I liked it. She pushed just the tip in, real slow, and my hips rolled on their own. It was a different feeling, tight but good. I moaned low, shaking. Her mouth didn’t stop. Tongue on my clit, finger in my ass, and I was almost there.
I tried to do the same to her, but she tensed up as soon as I touched.
“Don’t put your finger in…” she said, voice kinda muffled.
“Relax. No finger for you. Just tongue.” I replied, laughing.
I kept sucking, real slow, just to get her to unwind. I knew her rhythm. When she moaned low, that was it. Tongue drawing small, soft circles. Until she gripped my thigh hard and gave that classic shiver. She came. Quiet, but her whole body clenched up.
And I followed right after. When she started licking again, after her orgasm, she went at it hard. Sucking my clit in a way that sent shivers straight to my soul. A few seconds was all it took for me to cum too, moaning an “oh, fuck” muffled into her thigh.
We stayed there, limp, one on top of the other, panting, panties stuck, sweat gluing our skin.
“Feels like two cats licking each other, shit…” she laughed, still lying there.
“Two cats with sore asses, that’s what,” I finished, laughing too.
That’s when the damn knock came at the door.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
“JuliaAA! WHAT WAS THAT NOISE? YOU GOT A CAT IN THERE?”
We froze. Breath caught, mouths open in shock.
Mariana bit the pillow to keep from laughing out loud. I clapped a hand over my mouth and nearly fell off the bed from nerves.
“NO MOM! EVERYTHING’S FINE! IT WAS A CAT VIDEO ON MY PHONE!” I yelled back, trying to sound normal.
“I’M TAKING THAT DOOR KEY BACK, YOU KNOW!”
She stomped off grumbling.
I looked at Mariana, still face buried between my legs.
“You hear that? We’re screwed.”
“Yeah, cousin… at least we came…”
And we burst out laughing, both of us, pussies burning and consciences clear.