Chapter 38
I was a bundle of nerves. My mom and 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 up yet either, and I was already starting to chew my nails from anxiety.
I headed to the kitchen trying to act normal, but my heart was pounding in my throat. I shot a quick glance at my stepdad. I needed to make sure he’d stick to the deal.
He noticed I was alone in there and, out of nowhere, decided he needed a drink of water.
“I loved what you sent.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Uncle, quit being a perv. You gonna help me like you promised?”
“Sure, sure. A deal’s a deal. I talked to your mom. She won’t give the guy a hard time.”
As he filled his glass with water, I pretended to fiddle with stuff in the cabinet just to hide my nerves. But he kept going:
“That photo… you were so wet. Such 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 pull 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:
“Jujube, you know that if you want… you can have it.”
I took a deep breath. Tried to get mad, act all righteous, like that would erase the fact that my heart raced at his words.
“Better we stop this, okay? It’s never gonna happen. Settle for what you’ve got and be happy. And just help me out 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 rushed outside 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 he’d turn around and bail. I figured it was better to let him see with his own eyes that my mom was home, so it didn’t look like I was hiding anything, you 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 it later.
When he walked in and saw my mom on the couch with my stepdad next to her, he froze a bit. My mom, out of nowhere, gave a “hi” with that dumb little smile on her face and didn’t even try to make small talk.
“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 on my mom to decide, I don’t know.” Mariana answered before I could, lying smooth as hell.
I thought he’d get pissed, throw a fit, but to my surprise, he was cool about it. Didn’t even need the little act my stepdad put on next.
“Kids, we’re not going out anymore. I’m ordering some pizzas. That cool with you all?”
“Oh! Thanks, Uncle!” I said, laughing all fake.
The guy looked at me curious.
“Huh, is he your stepdad or your uncle?”
“My stepdad, but I call him uncle. Family thing.”
Mariana was the one who explained:
“When he showed up here, her mom said he was just a friend. So everyone started calling him uncle.”
“Got it…”
I kept looking at him the whole time, trying to guess what was going through his head. But I couldn’t tell. He wasn’t showing anything. 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 soft.
In 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 — ‘cause that thought never crossed anyone’s mind. The excuse worked easy, especially since we did it all the time.
Let me explain: we’d pulled this routine a million times. We’d hang in the room, acting casual, talking shit, scrolling 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.” 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 deep, hot kiss on him right away, to calm the jitters. He was kinda nervous, not getting what I wanted, all confused. So I laid out the plan quick, straight-up, just to get him to relax and get in the mood. And he did.
He’s a naughty one. He wanted to get with me anyway, so any excuse worked. Once he saw it was all good, he chilled.
We got comfy on the bed and started kissing again. That steamy kiss that slows down, gets deeper… and before I knew it, we were lying down, bodies pressed tight, almost melting together. It was everything I’d dreamed of: fucking in a bed, for real, like normal people. But life had never given me the shot.
“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, working 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… 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, okay? That’s gross, dude!”
He laughed. Guys are weird. I never got if it’s curiosity, a kink, or just horniness. Pedro once bugged me nonstop, wanting to finger me just to see what it was like.
Between kisses, 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, unzipped, just waiting for the go-ahead. His cock throbbed there, hard and 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 his.
“And your cousin? She’s gonna see…”
“She won’t… it’s quick… let me?”
He looked at me half-shocked, but with that spark in his eyes from hearing the craziest, hottest proposition ever. Getting head with another girl in the room? Of course he wanted it.
I didn’t 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, savoring every inch. He gasped, threw his head back. I smiled inside. Loved knowing I had that power. I sucked hard, with that hunger building between my legs, making him groan low, trying to hold back.
But it was in the middle of the blowjob that my mind betrayed me.
The image hit.
That fucking photo of my stepdad.
That 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 — a rehearsal. 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 ached, but I didn’t stop. I wanted to make him moan loud, cum in my mouth, grab my hair.
He started groaning louder, hands gripping 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 slutty 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!” I said, wiping my mouth, voice kinda hoarse.
“You guys were making too much noise. I got curious.” she replied, all smug, leaning on the computer desk.
“Then shut up, fuck.” I shot back, getting back to it.
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 a word 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.