An Unexpected Nude and a Hands-Free 69

Chapter 30

I burst into the room like a rocket without brakes, stumbling over corners, kicking a thrown shoe, nearly crashing onto the plastic nightstand. I locked the door with a sharp slam, like someone was chasing me—no one was, just my shame, stuck to my back.

I stood frozen 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 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 kid.

"Wake up."

"Hm?"

"Wake up, fuck! Come on!"

"What...? Why are you hitting me...? Let me sleep, damn it..."

I sat next to her, shoved her shoulder hard. I wanted to shake her until her senses came back.

"I'm fucked, Mariana."

Mariana cracked one eye open and said yawning with a scared look on her face

"You're pregnant? What do you mean?"

"WAKE UP, MARIANA! What the fuck pregnant?!"

"Then you're not fucked. Let me sleep."

She rolled over to the other side, pulling the blanket up without the slightest interest in my meltdown.

I stared at her, standing there, not believing I was here, ready to explode, and the bitch was drifting back to sleep like I'd just come 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 eye. "Talk then... if it's really important, I'll listen."

I took a deep breath. And let it out.

As I talked, all out of breath, spitting out the jumbled words, 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, looking at me with a "what the fuck?" expression, but over time she got the gravity of the situation.

Or so I thought.

Because after everything, after the drama, the desperation, the confession that could bury me alive if it leaked... she looks at me, with the straightest face in the world and drops:

"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 got pissed, obviously. But... I was curious too. That dirty, stubborn curiosity that grows in your fertile mind without permission.

I grabbed my phone. There was a new message, unknown number. I opened it. The dick was right there.

Full on. Huge. No shame whatsoever.

"Oh my God… look at this, Mari."

Her eyes went wide, she covered her mouth, made that shocked face you only make 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 photo looked fake. The cock was enormous. Like… enormous. Thick, veins bulging, that pink head looking like a mutant mushroom. It wasn't pretty, but it had this… power. It was right there, laughing in 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 photo of you on all fours that I took… You delete it?"

"Nah. It's 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? Well... you're just saying that 'cause your pussy's still burning from all that cock yesterday."

"Shut up, yours is too!" I said laughing, nudging her leg with my foot. "And changing the subject… I wanna see the boy today."

"I don't know… pretty soon those two show up here again with puppy-dog eyes."

"Shit, there's that too… Damn, a month ago I had no one. Now everybody wants to fuck me!"

"Or maybe it's you who wants to give it to everybody, Jully. And you're working hard at it, huh?"

"True." I confessed, without even blinking.

The laugh came right away. One of those that make your belly hurt, the kind you let out when you accept you've crossed the line a long time ago.

But it's Carla's fault. It's all her fault. She flipped that damn switch inside me. I was chill. Fine. Going slow. The good little girl. But now? Now it was like opening a gate that won't close 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, pushing Mariana with my butt.

"Don't push me, damn it. 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 had fucked up yet. All calm. Mariana slid 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 photo of us. The two of us sprawled on the mattress, laughing. He posted it like it was a cute game night. Caption:
"The girls learned to never challenge us at Uno again."

"What an idiot. We didn't even play. That was when we came back from the bathroom, right?"

"Yeah, I think so. He snapped that one on the sneak."

I stared at the photo for a bit. It was nice. Natural. You could almost pretend we were happy and innocent.

As we chatted, Mariana started running her nail over my chest. Slow, light, just that couple-y affection. That dumb thing we do without thinking. I let her, of course. It felt good. Warmed my chest, but it wasn't sexual. Until... she wanted to kiss me.

"Ah! No! You 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 with that old umbrella taste 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 went down. Mine to her crotch, hers to mine.

"Ow... nah, cousin. It's still burning."

"Damn, mine too."

"How long does this last?"

"I don't know... feels like I got slapped 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 turning 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. The pace of someone who doesn't wanna cum screaming, just stretch out the horniness while the house is still asleep.

We got into it automatically, 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, musky scent of morning pussy was already 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, her soft tongue licking gently, then with more pressure. I moaned at the first touch. Just feeling her mouth there, even with the skin still a bit tender from the night before, 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 sweet honey trickling at the edges. I went slow. First the tongue, then a long kiss right in the center, and only then did I start sucking. She moaned, muffled, with her mouth glued to me. Our sounds blended into one, like our bodies were talking to each other.

Mariana slid her fingers down to my ass. Squeezed, pulled, spread a little, and then came with her finger... in my asshole. I didn't even ask. She knew I liked it. She pushed just the tip in, real slow, and my hips started grinding on their own. It was a different feeling, tight, but good. I moaned softly, shaking. Her mouth didn't stop. Tongue on my clit, finger in my ass, and I was already 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, her voice kinda muffled.

"Relax. No finger for you. Just the 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 tight and gave that classic shiver. She came. Quiet, but her whole body contracting.

And I right after. When she started licking again, after her orgasm, she went at it hard. Sucking my clit in a way that sent shivers down to my soul. It only took a few seconds for me to cum too, moaning a muffled "oh, fuck" into her thigh.

We lay there, limp, one on top of the other, panting, panties stuck, sweat gluing our skin.

"Looks like two cats licking each other, damn..." she laughed, still lying there.

"Two cats with sore asses, that's what," I finished, laughing too.

That's when the damn knock on the door came.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Julia! 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 covered my mouth with my hand 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 THE KEY TO THIS DOOR BACK, YOU KNOW!"

She walked off grumbling.

I looked at Mariana, still with her 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.