Chapter 52

We grabbed an Uber with that automatic nervousness every woman feels getting into those cars. Me, like always, I already texted my mom: “I’m on my way, Diana’s with me.” But obviously she wouldn’t see that shit for a year.

The ride was quick, didn’t even have time to whisper much — by bus it’d be like ten stops, but by car it was under five minutes.

My house was that classic Rio suburb vibe: old, cute, cozy… and tacky as hell. Low wall, some godawful rococo crap on the facade, but if you took that away, the place would lose all its personality. I went in through the gate and Diana followed right behind, eyeing everything like she’d landed on another planet.

She was the type of rich girl who got an apartment from her parents not out of need, but to play at being independent. She walked around checking out every detail, loose and easy, making comments that just hammered home the culture shock.

“Wow, what a pretty plant! I love plants. What’s this one’s name?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Diana, hell if I know. That’s just some weeds my mom uses to make tea.”

I snapped back, and the way she laughed after that just made me wanna pinch that dumb blonde.

Inside the house, Diana got her first taste of our native language: the yelling.

“MOOOOOM, I’M HOOOME!”

“IS DIANA WITH YOU?”

“YEAH!”

The voice came from the kitchen. My mom was in there, sitting with my stepdad, which is where we both ended up. As soon as Diana stepped into the kitchen, my mom made me pissed: she started treating her like the daughter she’d always wanted.

“Oh honey, look at how pretty you are!”

“Damn, Mom! You never say that to me!”

“Shut up, Jujube. You’re cute too. Jealous much!”

“Cute, Mom?”

The vibe was all teasing, and the blonde was laughing her ass off at the scene.

“Diana, this is my mom. And that’s my stepdad.”

“Pleasure… Diana.”

My mom shook her hand with such genuine happiness it even annoyed me, and of course, she decided to please the guest at any cost.

“I’m gonna make peanut brittle. You like that?”

“Mmm, I love it, Aunt!”

“Whoa, peanut brittle?” I tried to butt in, just to remind everyone the favorite daughter was still me. “Mom, Mariana’s on her way, okay?”

“And where are you two gonna sleep? All crammed in that room? You gonna make your guest sleep on the floor, Jujube?”

“Uh oh, Mom, better warn Diana right away.”

“Put her in your bed and you sleep on the floor with your cousin, got it?”

“Shit, Diana, you see? Should’ve left you at home…”

Diana was laughing, all goofy.

“No, Aunt, don’t worry, I can sleep anywhere.”

“I’m ordering pizza!” I announced, clapping my hands to end the bullshit.

My stepdad was a creep. He sat there, grinning like an idiot and eating Diana up with his eyes, top to bottom. I couldn’t figure out how my mom didn’t see it, dude! I even glared at him, like “get a clue, asshole,” but the jerk didn’t give a damn about the time in Brazil. He stared right at her, bold as brass. Bet in his imagination, Diana walked out of that kitchen pregnant with like five kids.

“Mom, I’m heading to my room, okay? When Mariana gets here, send her up.”

“Alright, sweetie. And you know you can’t leave the house tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah, Mom. Is Dad coming?”

“I don’t know, but I talked to him.”

“Okay.”

I showed her around the house, did that quick tour of the outside area, bathroom, until we got to my room. When she stepped in, I did what Mariana always did: I locked the door and turned to her biting my lip, with a real naughty look. I waited for her eyes to meet mine.

“Teach… I need a private lesson right now.”

She laughed, kinda slow, took a second to catch on, and even tried to play along in the most boring way possible. What she had in looks, she lacked in speed. It was obvious she’d never had to work hard to win anyone over.

“A lesson in what, Jujube?”

“Kissing.”

I didn’t wait for a reply. I lunged at her, grabbed her face and smashed my mouth against hers. The kiss exploded hot and hungry. At first she was still stiff, but I made room with my tongue, pushing in, and felt her melt. Her mouth was soft, wet, with a delicious taste and the perfume she wore on her neck.

My tongue tangled with hers, firm, and I sucked every bit like I wanted to steal her breath. Her hand slid to my waist and pulled me hard, pressing our bodies together, and that’s when shit got real: from a shy peck to a makeout that left us breathless. I moaned soft into her mouth, just to tease, and felt her shake all over.

“Ju… Ju… Jujube…” she tried to say between kisses, panting. “They won’t hear us?”

“No… relax. Just don’t scream. You’re way too loud, control yourself, got it?” I whispered, biting her lip right after.

I pulled her shirt out and dragged her to me. The naughty blonde, no hesitation, shoved her hand on my ass and kissed me back even hungrier.

“Let me see if I did a good job?” Diana murmured, her face glued to mine, her hot breath filling my mouth along with the words.

And that’s when I felt her hand sliding down slow, slipping along the side of my loose shorts, until it found the edge of my panties. She didn’t waste time, slipped her fingers inside, exploring the path without rushing, like she owned the place.

I gasped, a moan caught in my throat, when the tips of her fingers brushed lightly between my lips, over the fabric still. The soft friction gave me goosebumps all over, like every nerve in my body woke up at once. She squeezed my ass with the other hand and, with the bold one, pushed the shorts just enough to slide deeper, touching the hot, wet skin.

It was desperate and delicious at the same time: not taking off clothes, just feeling her finger teasing underneath, pulling sighs I tried to muffle in the kiss. The rub against the panties left me dizzy, the fabric soaking more and more, and every touch from her was an invite for me to lose it completely, even without her stripping me.

My hips already had a mind of their own, seeking more of her hand, begging without words. The more I gave in, the more Diana smiled into the kiss, like she’d found a remote control for my body. I couldn’t take it: I yanked my shorts down with the panties, freeing everything, while she ditched her shirt and bra in a hurry.

“Come… suck my tits?” she begged, her voice thick with lust.

And I did.

I leaned over her and latched onto the hard nipple, sucking slow, feeling her warm skin against my mouth. I swirled my tongue in lazy circles, teasing, drawing muffled moans from her. With every harder suck, Diana’s body arched like she wanted to offer me even more. My hand squeezed the other breast, fingering the nipple between my fingers, while my mouth worked the first one, alternating soft bites and long licks that left everything slick and sensitive.

She buried her hand in my hair, pulling me against her, begging without words for me not to stop. The sound of her breathing filled the room, mixed with mine, and I tasted her skin on my tongue, salty, hot, addictive.

I pushed Diana back slow, guiding her easy, until she fell back on the bed. I kept sucking her breast like it was my prize, and she moaned, gasping, her legs already twitching restless under me. I leaned over her, my body pressed to hers, and with every slower, deeper suck I felt like I was leaving her surrendered, ready for whatever I wanted to do.

But then, right in the middle of the best part, when things were heating up hotter and hotter… someone pounded on the door hard.

“Julia, open this damn door! Your girl’s here! I know you’ve got some slut in there with you, you bitch!”

And to make it worse, from downstairs came another yell, even louder:

“Watch how you talk to your cousin, Mariana! Respect my house!”

“SOOOORRY, AUUUNTY!” Mariana shot back, practically crying from all the shouting.

My family only knows how to communicate by yelling, what a pain in the ass.

The slow blonde almost believed it was true, got all flustered, but between indignant and laughing, she hurried to get dressed, fixing her hair any which way. I was stumbling into my clothes, trying to keep my balance without falling, my mouth still hot from her taste.

I opened the door with my back turned, like I had nothing to hide, calling Mariana to come in. But the little pest isn’t dumb. She stopped at the door, serious, wrinkled her nose sniffing the air, looked around with that knowing look and let loose:

“You sluts… were you fucking?”