Chapter 40

Right then, I knew this was gonna turn into a shitshow. The bulge was swelling too much, his kiss hot and sloppy, and I was totally out of control. It was supposed to be just a grind, just that tasty tease with my cousin in the room, but it turned into a real fuck, a genuine fuck, and my head was a total mess. I tried to think, tried to reason, but no dice. What if he thought I was just some random slut? That I was just for fun? What if he looked at my cousin and wanted her too? And worse, what if he thought I was just for messing around?

And deep down, that’s exactly what I was. I was acting like it. Fuck it. Right there, I didn’t want to be the proper girlfriend, I wanted to be the slut he’d never forget. I shifted and lay on top of him, feeling his hot cock pressing against my pussy. I glanced quick at Mariana and saw her there, face blank, mouth half-open, staring at us like she was stuck in a trance. I thought about asking to turn off the light, but why? If she wanted to watch, let her watch. If she wanted to jump in, let her jump. I wasn’t gonna stop her. But I knew she wouldn’t. She was on her period.

I lined up my hips and felt his cock slide all the way inside me, no resistance. That took my breath away. My whole body shuddered and I had to breathe deep to keep from cumming just from the entry. He groaned against my neck, a muffled sound I’d never forget. I knew he wasn’t gonna last long, I could feel his body begging me to move. But I wanted to stay there, still, just feeling it. He squeezed my ass, pulling, wanting me to ride him, but I held back. I wanted to savor that feeling of being completely filled. It was hot, thick, and the perfect fit. One of the best sensations in life.

And then, as if my mind wasn’t dirty enough, it brought back the image from the photo. That huge cock from my stepdad. The massive head, swollen, veins bulging. I started imagining the scene, me sitting on that ridiculous dick, stretching myself out to try and take it. I thought about what it would feel like to have that head pressing inside me, hitting deep, forcing space where there shouldn’t be any.

My body reacted right away. I started moving slow, hips grinding, feeling every inch of his cock filling me, and with each motion I got wetter, more surrendered, more slutty. It was like I was fucking him and the memory of another at the same time, and that made me even hornier. The heat, the weight, the muffled slap of our skin meeting, and Mariana’s gaze right there, frozen, fueling it all. I was getting fucked and watched, and I’d never felt so turned on in my life.

My cousin was braless now, without taking off her top, pinching her own nipples through the fabric, that way she does when she’s super aroused — sometimes she doesn’t even realize. I caught a glimpse, but that lit me up for good. My body was glued to his, my pussy swallowing him with such hunger it felt like I was gonna melt. My crotch was soaked, dripping what was mine and what was his, all mixed up in a hot mess.

With the slightest movement, I felt him trembling under me. I started moving slow, then faster, then slow again, playing with the rhythm, looking into his eyes, controlling what he felt. It was the first time I’d fucked on a real bed, the way I’d always dreamed — and only right there, in that moment, did I realize it. And fuck, I was in charge of everything. When his face tightened, when he made that look like he couldn’t hold it, I’d slow down. I’d give a naughty smile, change the pace, just to watch him squirm. I knew I could make him cum whenever I wanted.

In the middle of it all, seeing Mariana drooling at the sight, I let out:

“Tight-lipped over there, huh, cousin? You’re dying to jump in, aren’t you?”

“Shut up… I’m leaking here and it’s not snot. Gonna have to change my pad because of you two.”

I laughed, without stopping my ride, and looked at her with that tempting glance, like I was about to invite her. And I was. Part of me wanted to see what would happen. But the last time that went down, it turned to shit. I wasn’t a hundred percent sure I wanted to repeat it. But if she asked… I’d let her. No second thoughts.

I turned to the guy, hand on his chest, hips still moving slow.

“And you? You like coming over here?”

He couldn’t even answer. He was all limp, moaning, trying not to cum. I started bouncing again, just to tease, and he laughed, covering his face in shame.

“Damn… I’m so horny. Let me cum, Jujube…”

“I will. How do you want it?”

“Inside you. That okay?”

“It’s okay… but I asked how. What position?”

The slutty aunt vibe was at its peak. I knew the answer. I knew exactly what he’d say. It was the way he’d dreamed of fucking me.

“You know…”

“Doggy style!” Mariana shouted, before he could even open his mouth. She knew, of course. I’d told her everything. My cousin knew more about my life than I did sometimes.

“And you, stay out of it,” I said, laughing and sweating from the heat.

I got up slow, letting him slip out of me. I felt every inch come out, until that wet plop escaped from my pussy and betrayed me. They both laughed, of course. My little pussy let out some queefs and I died of embarrassment, face hot as a griddle.

He got up too, and for a second I swore he was gonna go at Mariana. He stopped there, facing her, cock in hand, stroking slow. And her… she was gone. Eyes down, right on his cock, lips parted, almost drooling. The naughty girl’s mouth wouldn’t close anymore.

I turned around, got on all fours, trying to position myself right. He came up behind. Mariana didn’t even pretend — she sat right next to us, face like she was in the front row of the best show ever. She had almost the same view as him: my ass up, my pussy wide open, his hard cock sliding in. I still tried to keep some decency:

“Cousin, this is weird like this, go back to the chair.”

But she didn’t have time to answer. He thrust deep, all at once, hot, thick, and I buried my face in the pillow to keep from screaming. I’d never done it in this position. And holy fuck. I can’t even explain. The feeling was insane. It was like everything inside me got filled all at once. I felt like a slut, a whore, exposed, all spread out… and that just made it all feel even better.

No hugging, no eye contact. Just the sound of skin slapping, the smack of my ass against his hips, his breathing going wild behind me. Mariana was whispering stuff I couldn’t quite make out, giggling, like she was giving him directions. And me… I couldn’t think anymore.

The world went quiet. Time stopped. The air vanished.

Each thrust was a shock, an explosion. I moaned into the pillow, fingers clutching the sheet, body shaking all over. And then, like a wave that swallowed me whole, the orgasm hit. Hard. Wet. Hot. It made my arms give out. I came gasping, with his cock still inside, feeling every contraction of my pussy squeezing him like it never wanted to let him go.

“Fuck…” he murmured behind me, unable to hold back anymore.

That’s when Mariana, without a word, got up, grabbed a towel from the closet, and shoved it under us. The cum hadn’t even come out yet, but she knew. She knew the mess was coming.

And it did.

He came hard, deep, inside. He grabbed my waist, pulled me against him, and I felt it all. Every hot spurt filling me up. I had to bite the pillow to keep from moaning louder than I should.

We stayed like that, still, silent. Him still inside me, Mariana sitting next to us, watching. The room smelling like sex, sweaty bodies, cum.

And then the shame hit.

No one knew what to say. Not him, not me, not Mariana.

We just sat there, the three of us… in silence.