Chapter 36

I stared at her, trying to come up with some killer line that would make her drop the excuses and just bury her face in my pussy already. But my brain was a total mess, and nothing useful came to mind.

“Prima… how about a little lick in exchange for a chocolate?”

“Oh no, Julia! If I ever turn into a slut, I hope I charge more than a chocolate, right?” She laughed, all cocky. “But… what kind of chocolate, just to know?”

“I’ve got a candy bar in my backpack.”

“A candy bar? You’re kidding, right? It has to be at least a full bar!”

I knew she was always bitching about thigh pain, so I tried that angle.

“I’ll give you a massage on your thigh.”

“You’re crazy? You’re such a pig. Starts on the thigh and ends with your finger shoved in my pussy. I won’t even let you get close when you’re in heat, girl!”

“Fuck, Mariana! Help me out here, come on!”

“I don’t want to, I already told you! Let’s just lie here all cozy, making out.”

I sighed deep and tried one more.

“I got it… I’ll let you sleep on top of me, belly to belly. They say it’s good for cramps.”

She stayed quiet for a bit, with that look like she was calculating the deal’s worth.

“Okay… now we’re starting to negotiate. But I want that, plus the candy bar… and you don’t touch my tits.”

“I don’t even want to! Those saggy tits of yours…”

“Oh you bitch! Always wanting to squeeze!”

We both burst out laughing. The truth was, she wanted it, she always wanted it. But on those days, we get weird. I get all horny, wanting to cry and fuck at the same time. She gets snappy, ready to bite the world’s head off. I don’t know how she hasn’t punched me for real yet. But by some miracle, we always work it out.

“Okay, Jujube… you win. But can it be after I eat something?” Mariana gave in, playing coy.

“Sure, it’s still early. My mom’ll probably want to give me her lecture before bed.”

We both headed to the kitchen to scrounge for food. At our house, dinner was a solo mission: dig through pots, nuke it in the microwave, and eat whatever was there — without messing up the stove, or my mom would huff and puff. When we walked in, my stepdad was sitting there chowing down on some slop and he fired off one of his classics:

“So the boyfriend’s coming tomorrow? Gonna ask for my blessing?”

“No, he’s not asking for shit. And you’re not my dad. Just behave, please.”

He laughed, all smug, like my warning was hilarious to him. My mom even tried to look stern, but she was holding back a laugh. We went straight for the pots, I scraped the rice, she grabbed the cold chicken, and we sat at the table.

“What time’s he coming, honey?” my mom asked, pretending it was just casual curiosity.

“Around eight, after work. But look, I didn’t say anything about talking, okay? So no interrogation, for God’s sake.”

“Yeah, auntie… if he mentions anything about bingo, say you backed out at the last minute, okay?” Mariana jumped in with a naughty grin.

“Mariana!” I almost spit out my rice.

“What’s that, Julia? What’s this bingo story now?” my mom was already raising an eyebrow.

And there I was, spoon halfway to my mouth, racking my brain for a lie that wouldn’t spill the whole plan.

“Auntie, this idiot here went and said you wanted to ‘have a serious talk’ with him…” Mariana started, throwing it all under the bus. “So the guy freaked, got all scared thinking he’d have to ask your permission for something. Then we fed him this bingo story.”

“But girls…” my mom switched to her mom voice. “Starting a relationship with lies isn’t a good sign, you know?”

“That’s right. The guy has to be man enough to own his commitments,” my stepdad said with his mouth full of rice, talking with it open.

“Blah, blah, blah…” I grumbled, rolling my eyes and mimicking him with my spoon.

“Julia! Watch your mouth!” my mom yelled at me, pretending to chuck her fork at me.

“Auntie, chill, it’s nothing big,” Mariana tried to smooth it over, but with that tone that just makes it worse. “It’s just he thought he’d have to ask her out or whatever… and it’s not like that, right?”

“Actually, I just want to see the face of the guy Jujube’s been sneaking into cars with.” my mom shot back dryly, without even blinking.

“Can he sleep here, Mom?” I asked, like dropping a bomb and watching it explode.

She didn’t look at me, just kept poking at her plate.

“Uh, honey… the living room’s big. There’s always a mattress.” She said it with sarcasm and that crooked smile mixing mockery and warning.

We went quiet for a few seconds, just the clink of forks on plates and Mariana trying not to crack up loud.

After dinner, that young punk of my mom’s — the wannabe stepdad who always sticks his nose where it doesn’t belong — went back to yapping about his job with the excitement of someone who thinks anyone’s listening. Mariana and I didn’t even pretend to care. But I knew the asshole would use it as an excuse to fill my mom’s head with crap later, like he always did. The kind of unsolicited opinions like he had any right.

Every now and then he’d shoot me these weird looks, the kind that made me want to hurl a plate at him. But this time I was all covered up, from my neck to my toes — no cleavage, no shorts, nothing for him to drool over. Still, I knew deep down it bugged him. And tomorrow, if he knew the guy was coming, he’d try to play house boss, the dad he wasn’t. What a pain in the ass.

After dinner, Mariana and I handled the dishes. We each did half, took turns showering, brushed our teeth, slipped into pajamas, all cute, clean, and smelling good… We headed to the room.

And she really seemed to have forgotten our deal. She walked into the room towel-drying her hair all calm, like the world was at peace and no one had a pending pussy-licking promise. But I followed, shut the door with a solid click, and locked the knob with a satisfied twist. I stripped off my pajama bottoms grinning like a slut, ready to pounce.

The horniness I was feeling was no joke. From the car with that tense vibe, to Diana naked in front of me — all that had me wired on high. And even after the epic masturbation session I had in the teacher’s bathroom, the fire didn’t die. It just grew.

She looked at me scared, and I could tell it was real, not acting.

“Girl… I’m scared of what you’re turning into,” she said, still with the towel slung over one shoulder.

But even saying that, she was laughing. That nervous laugh, half mocking, half “holy shit, here she comes.”

I approached like a hungry animal, and she backed up until she hit the edge of the bed. Nowhere left to go. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in hard, pressing our bodies together. Our eyes met for just a second, enough for her to get that I wasn’t there for games. And then I kissed her.

At first she was still laughing against my mouth, pouting and trying to squirm away, lightly pushing my shoulder with her palm. But I wouldn’t let her escape. The kiss was slow, teasing, the kind that explores. I parted her lips, my tongue slipping in gently, finding hers there, hot and alive. The laugh turned to a sigh. The pushing hand became a grip on my arm. And then, like something unlocked inside her, Mariana stopped resisting.

The kiss got wet, urgent. She tugged my hair, pressed me harder against her, like she wanted to swallow me whole. I moaned softly, teasing, rubbing my half-naked body against hers. I felt the heat between our skin building, breaths getting ragged, the whole world narrowing to that bed, that room, that kiss.

In the middle of that kiss that was way too hot to be just a kiss, I felt Mariana’s hand sliding down. Slow. Sure. Like she’d decided she wasn’t getting out of this one. She trailed her fingers over my belly until she reached between my legs, and I was already open, surrendered, dripping.

“You’re so hairy, that’s gross Julia…” she whispered against my mouth, smiling like she’d caught a secret.

“At least I can use mine, you can’t.” I moaned in her ear, my voice hoarse from all the lust.

She ran her fingers gently, touching my swollen clit like caressing a forbidden button. The first stroke made me shake all over. The kiss paused for a second, just so she could see my pleasure face. I was melting, legs wobbly, holding onto her to stay upright.

“This all because of the teacher, huh?” she teased, starting to draw circles with her fingers, real slow.

“Shut up… focus, come on, please…” I begged, grinding my hips against her hand, chasing more.

She kissed me again, hard this time, and started fingering. One finger, then two, sliding in easy. I was wet, hot, throbbing around her touches. Mariana knew what she was doing, knew my rhythm, the way I moaned when I was close.

And I was already close.

She zeroed in on my spot, working her fingers with precision, feeling my pussy pulse and clench, my body jerking with pleasure spasms. Every thrust made me want to scream, every move pushed me closer to the edge.

“Come on, Jujube… cum for me,” she whispered in my ear, and it was like hitting a switch.

My body locked up, breath gone for a second, and the orgasm hit hard, hot, overwhelming. I writhed in her arms, legs shaking, head dropping to her shoulder, moaning loud without a shred of shame.

I stayed there, limp, half laughing, half panting.

“Satisfied?” she asked, licking her fingers slow.

“No, the deal was oral, not fingering,” I said with a crooked smile.

I was still coming down from that first orgasm she gave me, juices trickling between my legs all shiny, chest heaving fast, and me still standing, legs shaky and heart pounding in my ears.

But it wasn’t over.

“Stay still.” I said, my voice deeper, dirtier than before.

I pushed Mariana again, this time with my whole body. She fell back on the bed with a surprised moan. I straddled her, pussy dripping and pulsing.

I knelt over her face, gripping her shoulders, breath caught in my throat. I looked into her eyes for a second. She was about to say something, but I was already lowering.

I pressed my pussy right to her mouth. Wet. Throbbing. And I started grinding. Slow at first, feeling her mouth mold to my clit, her hot breath making me shiver all over.

She moaned against me, and the vibration shot through me.

“Yeah, fuck… suck me…” I moaned low, rolling my hips against her lips, eyes shut and head thrown back.

The room spun around our heat. Mariana grabbed my waist, firm, and started using her tongue, teasing at first, then sucking hard, pulling me closer, devouring me from below.

“Oh… oh fuck…” I let out, totally lost, hips moving on their own, circling desperately.

The sound of my wet pussy grinding on her face was so filthy it was obscene. And I wanted more. I rode her hard, moaning loud, body writhing like it was possessed.

She licked everything. Nonstop.

“Come on, prima… just like that…” I whispered between moans, almost crying, grabbing her hair and pulling, feeling her tongue trace my pleasure.

And then it came. The orgasm.

It hit violent. A brutal tremor, ripping through my guts, stealing my breath. I came with a muffled scream, twisting on her face, body pulsing, legs shaking like they weren’t mine. My pussy squirted hot into her mouth, running down her thighs, an uncontrollable flood of pleasure that wrecked me completely.

I collapsed to the side, gasping like I’d run a marathon in hell. Mariana wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, laughing, with that look like she knew exactly the damage she’d done.

“Holy shit, Jujube… did you just pee in my mouth?”

“No, you’re crazy?”

“Look at this!”

Her face looked like she’d come out of the shower, all wet. Around her head on the mattress there was a spray of drops, I touched it and sniffed and it didn’t smell like piss.

“What the fuck is this that came out so much from inside me?”

She did the same, wiping her face, sniffing and tasting.

“Fuck, you squirted! You were really horny, huh!”

“Fuck, don’t even say it. Want me to try touching you, just on the clit?”

“No, Jujube, don’t even, go clean up and let’s sleep, and you’re sleeping on my belly.”

I laughed and lay next to her, still naked and dripping, happy to have the best cousin in the world. Even worried about maybe getting rejected by the bus guy tomorrow, I was content.

And we slept.