I Sucked My Boyfriend in Front of My Cousin

Chapter 38

I was a bundle of nerves. My mom and my stepdad in the living room watching TV like nothing was up, and the bus guy almost here. My phone was buzzing in my hand—he'd texted saying he'd be ten minutes late. Traffic, probably. Mariana hadn't shown her face yet either, and I was already starting to chew my nails from anxiety.

I went to the kitchen trying to act normal, but with my heart pounding in my throat. I took a quick glance at my stepdad. I needed to make sure he'd stick to the deal.

He noticed I was alone there and, out of nowhere, decided he needed a drink of water.

"Adorei o que você mandou."

I rolled my eyes.

"Uncle, quit being a perv. You gonna help me like you promised?"

"Sure, sure. Deal's a deal. I talked to your mom. She won't give the guy a hard time."

While he filled his glass with water, I pretended to fiddle with stuff in the cabinet just to hide my nerves. But he kept going:

"The photo... you were so fucking wet. What a turn-on."

I turned sideways, not looking him straight in the eye, but with my eyes half-closed.

"Shut up."

He gave a half-smile.

"You'd just masturbated, hadn't you?"

I should've gotten out of there. Pretended I didn't hear. But I couldn't break away from that game. It was like my head was saying "no," but my body... my body just stayed.

"Yeah. To your photo."

He breathed deeper. And then he let it out:

"Jully, you know that if you want... you can have it."

I took a deep breath. Tried to get pissed, act all righteous, like that would erase the fact that my heart raced at his words.

"Better we stop this, okay? This is never gonna happen. Settle for what you've got and be happy with it. And make sure you help me today, that's all."

He raised his hands in that cynical way of someone who's "accepting."

And I was just praying he'd shut up for real, because someone had just rung the doorbell.

It was him.

The guy.

I ran out to get the gate and came face to face with him walking in with Mariana, who was laughing like a slut at my boyfriend. I just stood there watching, scared shitless he'd turn around and bolt. I figured it was better to let him see with his own eyes that my mom was home, so it wouldn't look like I was hiding something, I don't know.

"You guys just get here?" I asked, trying to sound chill.

"Yeah. She showed up right after I rang the bell."

"Come on in, let's head inside."

I took a deep breath and shot that nervous look at my cousin, who was just grinning, all hyped up. I was sure we'd talk about this later.

When he walked in and saw my mom sitting on the couch with my stepdad next to her, he froze a bit. My mom, out of nowhere, gave a "hi" with that dumbass smile on her face and didn't even bother starting a real conversation.

"Want some water?" I asked, just to get him out of there quick.

"Sure."

And of course, Mariana—the gossip queen—followed us straight to the kitchen.

"Your mom wasn't supposed to go out?" he asked.

"She's waiting for my mom to decide, I don't know." Mariana answered before me, lying smooth as hell.

I thought he'd get pissed, throw a fit, but to my surprise he was cool with it. Didn't even need the act my stepdad pulled next.

"Kids, we're not going out anymore. I'm ordering some pizzas. That cool with you?"

"Oh! Thanks, uncle!" I said, laughing all fake.

The bus guy looked at me curious.

"Huh, is he your stepdad or your uncle?"

"My stepdad, but I call him uncle. Family thing."

It was Mariana who explained:

"When he showed up here, her mom said he was just a friend. So everyone started calling him uncle."

"Got it..."

I was staring at him the whole time, trying to guess what was going through his head. But I couldn't tell. He wasn't showing anything. He just wanted to know if we'd be alone later.

"Come on, let's go to my room."

I grabbed his hand and pulled him up the stairs, yelling to my mom on the way:

"MOOOMMMM! WE'RE GOING TO MY ROOMMMM!"

"OKAAAYYY!" she yelled back.

Around here, everything was yelling. The house wasn't even that big, but nobody knew how to talk normal.

Inside the room, Mariana went straight to the computer, sat with her back to the bed, and locked the door like it was no big deal. If anyone bitched about us being locked in with a guy, she'd own it right away:

"Oops, locked it by accident... habit."

And it was true. Nobody would suspect the guy was with both of us—because that idea wouldn't even cross anyone's mind. The excuse worked easy, especially since we did it all the time.

I'll explain: we'd pulled this act a million times. We'd hang in the room, acting casual, talking shit, watching memes, listening to music—just for cover. One would pretend to be busy on the computer while the other made out with some guy who'd come "to hang out." All rehearsed. We didn't even need to plan anymore.

It was the strategy.

We sat on my bed and I didn't waste time—I planted a big, hot kiss on him right away, to calm the jitters. He was kinda nervous, not getting what I wanted, all confused. Then I explained the plan quick, straight up, just to get him to relax and get in the mood. And he did.

He's a perv. He just wanted to get with me, so any excuse worked. Once he saw it was all good, he chilled.

We got comfy on the bed and started kissing again. That hot kiss that slows down, gets deep... and before I knew it, we were lying down, bodies locked together, almost melting into each other. It was everything I'd dreamed of: fucking in a bed, for real, like a normal person. But life had never given me the chance.

"We going to the motel Saturday?" I asked, lying face to face with him, my fingers trailing slow over his stomach.

"Sunday. Saturday I can't, I work late and I'll be wiped."

"You work too much..." I whined with a little laugh. "But it's kinda good, 'cause Saturday I wanna go to Diana's."

"Class?"

"Yeah..." I lied, not thinking twice. I wasn't gonna tell him it was to get waxed.

Not yet.

But then I remembered the detail I hadn't mentioned.

"There's another issue... that I didn't tell you."

"What is it?" he looked at me worried.

"My period might come down..."

He made that disappointed face and didn't know where to look.

"You don't wanna go anymore, right?" he asked, kinda deflated.

"It's not that... but if it comes, we'll have to put it off another week."

"I don't mind if you're on your period."

"But I do, right? That's gross, dude!"

He laughed. Guys are weird. I never got if it's curiosity, a fetish, or just plain horniness. Pedro once bugged me forever, wanting to stick his hand in just to see what it was like.

Between one kiss and another, lying there with him, I felt my body heating up. The fire built, rising through my legs, making everything more sensitive. My hand was already in his jeans, which were unzipped, just waiting for a go-ahead. His cock throbbed there, hard, hot, begging for it.

I glanced sideways, playing it cool, and saw Mariana glued to the computer, pretending we weren't even there. It was my moment.

"I wanna suck that big, tasty cock..." I whispered, barely audible, eyes locked on him.

"And your cousin? She's gonna see..."

"She won't... it's quick... let me?"

He looked at me half-shocked, but with that gleam in his eyes from hearing the craziest, hottest proposition ever. Getting sucked off with another girl in the room? Of course he wanted it.

I didn't even wait for an answer.

I shifted on the bed as natural as possible, just enough so Mariana wouldn't see much if she turned, and went down. My face against his stomach, jeans pulled down enough, his cock springing out like it was waiting for me.

I got into position slow, heart racing and clit pulsing just from the thought of sucking him off there, with my cousin a few feet away. I tugged his jeans down a bit more, opened my mouth, and let my tongue slide along the whole length, slow, like I was tasting every inch. He gasped, threw his head back. I smiled inside. I loved knowing I had that power. I sucked hard, with that hunger from between my legs, making him groan low, trying to hold back.

But it was in the middle of the blowjob that my mind fucked me over.

The image hit.

That fucking photo of my stepdad.

The huge, thick cock, veiny... unbearably delicious. The memory slammed me. And suddenly the taste of my boyfriend's dick in my mouth turned into something else—an audition. Practice. A test to see if I could handle that other one. The one I stared at in secret.

I got even wetter.

I started sucking harder. Deeper. My jaw already ached, but I didn't stop. I wanted to make him groan loud, cum in my mouth, grab my hair.

He started moaning louder, hands clutching the sheets. I was noisy too, sucking sloppy, moaning along without hiding it. The room filled with sounds, heavy breathing, my mouth drooling all over him.

That's when I heard the chair creak.

That bitch cousin of mine couldn't hold back and turned around.

"What a cocksucker!" she said in a low tone, laughing.

I had his cock stuffed in my mouth, almost down my throat, when I heard that. The way she said it was too funny and caught me off guard. No way around it—I started laughing, and of course, I choked.

"Fuck, Mariana! Get out of here!" I said, wiping my mouth, voice kinda hoarse.

"You guys were making so much noise. I got curious." she replied, all smug, leaning on the computer desk.

"Then shut up, fuck." I shot back, going back to what I was doing.

The bus guy was sprawled on my bed, between panic and bliss. His face was a mix of "help" and "holy shit, what luck."

"And you, dude... if you say anything to my cousin..." my nails were already digging into his balls, squeezing hard. He groaned loud, a mix of pain and pleasure, and got the message quick. "You hear me?"

To fuck everything up or kill the vibe, a yell came from downstairs.

"PIZZAAAA!"

Time to eat.