Chapter 39
I wiped half my face, totally embarrassed, and gave him time to get himself under control and act normal. Mariana just stared at me, grinning with that horny look. She wanted to tell me something, I could see it, but she didn’t want to spill it in front of him.
This had happened before. There was a time she came into the room and said she wanted to watch me and Pedro fucking. To this day, I still don’t know if she wanted to join in on my screw or if she really just wanted to watch. All I know is, like an idiot, I did something stupid with her, and then she got pissed. Can you blame her? She went and ran her big mouth like always and told Pedro we hooked up.
When it was the guy’s turn to hit the bathroom, Mariana came at me like a hurricane, pulling me into the hallway and whispering:
“Girl, I went crazy…”
“You’re such a horn-dog,” I replied, laughing. “Did you see his dick?”
“No, ‘cause it was shoved in your mouth, right?”
We both burst out laughing.
“Seriously. Did you see it?”
“No, cousin. You were blocking it with your body, I only caught a glimpse.”
“I’ll let you see it, okay?”
She smiled at me and planted a quick peck on my lips that made me pull back fast, so no one would see.
“Don’t do that, damn it. We already agreed.”
“Fine… what a drag, can’t even French kiss family in this house anymore.”
I waited for him to come out of the bathroom, and Mariana headed to the kitchen, laughing her ass off, all dramatic.
“AUNTIII! JUJUBE WON’T LET ME FRENCH KISS HER JUST ‘CAUSE HER BOYFRIEND’S HERE…”
I laughed at the silliness. My mom, in her own way, joined in on the joke.
“JUJUBE, TREAT YOUR COUSIN RIGHT…”
I imagined the guy hearing that from inside. He must’ve thought this house was a nuthouse for pervs. And… he might not be wrong. In my family, this kind of craziness seems almost genetic.
We sat in the kitchen and ate, laughing, teasing each other, like nothing big had happened. The vibe was actually nice, even with the tension hanging in the air. It was obvious they’d ask about dating, and they did. But it was light, he took it well, didn’t even get embarrassed.
I wanted him to claim me already. Serious boyfriend, you know? So I could have him right there in the house without all this “friends with benefits” bullshit, without sneaking around in corners to hook up. But my mom kept saying I was too young for that. And I didn’t get it — ‘cause at the same time, she insisted on meeting him, giving advice, sticking her nose in. Go figure a mom’s brain…
My stepdad started some guy talk. His favorite topic: cars. And of course, he wanted to see the guy’s car. They went outside to check it out.
The car… tacky as hell. All tricked out, like it came straight from a 2010 rap video. A poor man’s Fast and Furious. And it was always running on fumes. But he thought it was the shit.
Around ten at night, my mom asked where he lived, went all mom-mode, told him not to stay out late ‘cause it was dangerous, and headed to the bedroom with my stepdad. “To sleep”… yeah, right. His eagerness to hit the bedroom was obvious.
“Jujube, wanna keep watching videos on YouTube?” Mariana said, all innocent.
It took me a second to catch on to what she meant. But I got it quick.
“Sure…”
We all three headed up to the room.
You know the routine: Mariana straight to the computer, us on the bed. But this time, she didn’t go to her corner. She sat on the bed with us, uninvited, phone in hand, like it was no big deal. I was annoyed. My boyfriend, apparently, wasn’t.
“I’m watching you, mister. Behave, okay?” I said, eyeing him.
“He thinks he’s gonna fuck me too, cousin?” Mariana shot back, smirking.
I laughed at her nerve. But I know Mariana too well to let it get to me.
“Look at his face… hell yeah, he does!” I replied.
“You guys seem really open-minded…” he said, half curious, half impressed.
“I already told him to chill.”
“It’s ‘cause you haven’t seen Carla…” she threw out, out of nowhere.
“That one’s dangerous for sure. I’d never leave you under the same roof as her,” I replied, laughing.
“Suuuuper slutty,” Mariana added, cackling.
In the middle of the chat, the topic shifted.
“What time are you meeting Diana on Saturday?” he asked.
“I haven’t set it with her yet… but it’s in the afternoon,” I mustered up the courage and added, all whiny. “Can you give me a ride?”
“Saturday I’m tied up, I’ll be at work, remember?”
“Right…” I murmured, but I didn’t miss the chance. “But you don’t like driving by her street, huh? You said there was some issue with a guy who lives there. Who’s this guy?”
Right then, he got weird. Cagey. His whole body tensed up, like he’d shut down. His face froze.
“You don’t know him. Drop it.”
Mariana and I exchanged looks immediately. We knew there was some shit there, but the topic died for lack of guts.
“Cousin, get off the bed. There’s no room for you here,” I said straight up, no patience.
She got up laughing, complaining like always, but went to the computer. Only this time, she turned to face us, with the most shameless look ever. Not even pretending she wasn’t watching.
We lay facing each other. My heart was pounding, and my pussy was on fire. If Mariana wasn’t there, I’d have been riding him ages ago, grinding till I saw stars.
The kiss started. Slow, hot, full of intent. And he matched the pace, relaxed, like no one was there watching.
His hands went down without hesitation. He slipped his hand inside my panties, and I helped, making space, offering myself up. His other hand was already yanking his pants down, pulling out his cock, half-hard — but ready to grow.
And it did. Just from my hot breath in his ear.
The kisses got shorter, more desperate. The kind of kiss that’s not about showing affection anymore — it’s just to ease the pressure. Mouth on mouth, teeth grazing, tongue diving in like it wants to pull everything out from inside the other. The kiss of someone who wants to fuck, not talk.
His breathing was ragged; I felt his chest rising and falling like he’d run a marathon. And mine was the same.
Our hands met in the middle. His shoved in my panties, rubbing my clit with his middle finger, firm and direct, no bullshit. And mine gripping his cock, already hard, hot, throbbing in my palm.
It was a silent game. Our eyes met sometimes, but the focus was the pleasure. The tension. The insane urge to fuck. The feeling that any wrong move would make us cum right there, without even taking off our clothes.
I ground slowly against his fingers, trying to hold back, but it was tough. My moans came short, between the kisses, between the bites. And he groaned low too, holding it in, like he was trying not to draw attention — like there wasn’t already an audience sitting in the room watching it all.
With every move, I felt his cock pulse harder. With every finger he buried deeper, my hand squeezed tighter. And we… sweaty, shaking, moaning muffled into each other’s mouths.
We kept facing each other, pressed close, our bodies too hot to ignore. He pulled my panties just down to mid-thigh, enough to expose my wet pussy, begging. His cock, hard, had been rubbing against me for a while, sliding between my lips, the wet head tapping there, brushing lightly, teasing.
Until he lined up. He didn’t thrust in all the way, just pressed against me. The tip right there, nudging the center, sliding, threatening to enter. And me, with my legs squeezed together without much room to spread, moaning softly and pulling him closer.
He started moving. Slowly. With his cock just pressed to my pussy, grinding, like he was inside. And the craziest part? It felt like he was.
With every dry thrust, his cock dragged hard over my clit and entrance, and sometimes it slipped so much the head sank in a little — just a bit — and then pulled out. I bit my lip, gripped the sheets, my hips grinding on their own, wanting him to shove it all in right then, but too chicken to say it.
The friction was intense, hot, wet. And I was starting to lose control.
That’s when I noticed movement on the side.
Mariana stretched in the chair. No hiding it. She leaned in to get a better look. Her neck craned, eyes locked right between us. And I saw it. I saw her gaze dropping, hunting for his cock almost sliding into me.
That made me want to cum just from looking back at her.
It turned me on like fuck to be watched. Knowing she was there, eyeing it all, seeing how much I was loving it, how open I was, surrendered, dirty.
I started grinding more shamelessly, pulling him by the ass, whispering in his ear:
“Rub harder… harder…”
And he did.
And I moaned loud, without a shred of shame.