Chapter 75
He headed upstairs for his shower and just left the plate behind, like "I'll wash it later." For someone who wanted to leave everything a mess, now I had two dishes to deal with. It wasn't gonna kill me, so I washed everything in the sink, wiped down the table, and stashed the rest of the pizza in the microwave for breakfast — something I love doing, cold pizza is life.
My legs and arms were itching like crazy, already turning red. I grabbed my phone and started searching.
"Yeah, I'm an idiot! Idiot is an understatement for not knowing you gotta shower after the tub."
I laughed at my personal tragedy and headed up to my room for another shower before I scratched my skin raw.
On the way, I picked up the phone and decided to call Mariana, see if her anger had cooled off. I really wanted her to come stay with me. I called without any hope, but to my surprise, she picked up on the first ring.
"Hey, cousin!"
Her voice was all smiles, my heart filled with joy, and a huge grin spread across my face. I didn't need anything else to know everything was cool.
"Mariana, we gotta talk, please..."
"Oh, Jully, my anger's gone, let's drop it, okay?"
"Seriously?"
I asked, surprised.
We usually didn't stay mad for long, but it had never been anything as serious as last time. If I had to explain myself to her, it'd be worse, but it looked like she'd swept the dirt under the rug and forgotten. That was good for me, so I moved on.
"Come here, cousin, I'm all alone at Aunt Katia's house."
Key info: Aunt Katia was arch-enemy to Mariana's mom, so that'd be a huge problem. I had to plan it right, but I already had a scheme.
"You know my mom won't let me go to that rich bitch's house, right?"
"Relax, you're gonna get a call,"
I said all sly, like I had a plan to take over the world.
I didn't even hang up with Mariana before I dialed my mom, picking the best whiny voice I had in my arsenal — the one that makes her melt and give me what I want.
"Mom, you good?"
"Yeah, honey, how's it going there?"
"Um, Mom, I'm dying of fear being here... I've been alone all day, the kid barely talks to me, it feels like I'm in a horror movie."
"Jully, you're not thinking of quitting on the first day, are you? You'd screw me over if you did that, girl!"
My mom took a dramatic breath. "Don't even think about it, you irresponsible brat!"
I hadn't even said anything and she was already pissed, like a volcano erupting.
"No, Mom, listen please?"
I had to wait for her to stop threatening me, patiently biting my tongue not to laugh. "I'm all alone here and I miss home, scared of everything... I was wondering if Mariana couldn't come stay, just till I get used to the house. Otherwise I'll cry all night, I swear."
My mom went quiet on the other end, probably thinking, weighing the drama.
"You know Katia won't like Mariana there, right?"
"Um, Mom, it's not our fault you guys have been fighting for three hundred years."
I was right, it really wasn't our fault. The two of them had hated each other since the ice age, but that wasn't my problem.
The plan was exactly this: make my mom nervous thinking I'd freak out and want to come home, then she'd rush to convince Mariana's aunt it was a "life or death" thing for my cousin to come stay. My aunt's crazy, but she doesn't throw away money and knows my mom can't come here because of my stepdad. A little evil? Maybe. But no way was I leaving, I'm not nuts.
I sent a quick text to Mariana letting her know the bomb was set and went to make the bed for sleep. I stopped in front of the mirror: legs covered in red spots, like a cat had used me as a scratching post.
"Hope the shower fixes this!"
I said out loud, scratching a mark I'd made myself with my nail.
At the door, the little guy decided to show up.
"Hey!"
All smiles. "I took a shower!"
"Uh, good for you. I'm gonna take another to get rid of this hellish itch."
I explained it wasn't an allergy, just the bath salts I didn't know I had to rinse off properly. He laughed at me, obviously, like I was the only idiot on the planet who'd never used a tub in her life. And I was.
Then I remembered he was my obedient little puppy.
"Tommy, I'm gonna take a shower. You gonna stay here in my room?"
"Can I?"
He asked with huge surprise, like he'd just discovered this was an option.
"You can. I'm gonna leave the bathroom door open, but you're not to come in there, got it?"
"Okay..."
He made a scared face.
"You hear me?"
I stepped closer, lowering my voice just a bit. "I'm gonna be naked, taking a shower... if you come in you'll see everything, all of it. Don't come in."
He swallowed hard, his eyes already sparkling with curiosity and fear mixed.
"Okay... I won't."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
He flopped on the edge of my bed, facing the bathroom, but from there he could only see the mirror and the sink. He tried to say something, opened his mouth, gave up, and just followed me with his eyes, quiet as a horny little angel.
I went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and when I went to take off my clothes, the genius idea hit. I looked at the floor and calculated the exact angle he'd get from the bed through the bathroom mirror. I laughed quietly, being all mischievous as fuck.
I took off my top slow and tossed it right on the floor, in the exact spot he'd see.
"The shirt..."
I whispered, laughing just imagining his face.
Then the shorts came down. Tossed in the same place.
"The shorts are gone..."
I yanked off my panties in one go, feeling the cool air on my little pillow, and threw them on top of the other stuff.
"Tommy, you ain't peeking at me, are you?"
"I'm not even looking at the door!"
He sang back, his voice shaking.
Total bullshit. I knew he was looking.
My body was sweating from this dumb game, my pussy drooling hot, making a puddle. I remembered the interrupted fingering from earlier and almost moaned out loud.
"Damn, this shit turns me on..."
I thought, as my hand slid down on its own.
I ran two fingers quick between my lips, just a fast caress, and fuck, I was soaked, everything sticky, hot and slippery. My clit throbbed begging for more, but I just gave it a light brush, biting my lip to not let out a moan and give myself away.
I took a deep breath, stepped under the shower, and let the water run. The shower was quick: didn't want to wash my hair, just soap up and get the rest of the salt off my skin. But worthless me, I wanted to know where he was and what he was doing. I figured he'd be at the door, squishing to try and catch my reflection in the bathroom mirror.
I left the shower running, dried off quick, and wrapped in the towel. In a sneaky move, I stepped out and poked my head around the door.
I expected to catch him snooping... but what I saw left my mouth hanging open and me almost bursting out laughing.
"TOMMY, ARE YOU JERKING OFF??"
I let out a yell of shock that shook the whole house.
He was standing right in front of the door, bent over a bit, dick out of his shorts, holding it with both hands in a pathetic, desperate little jerk. I couldn't even see his cock right, just a blur of hand going back and forth fast, face red, eyes wide in panic.
I held back from collapsing on the floor laughing. The kid froze in place, the poor little thing still in his hand, like he'd been slapped.
"No... it's just... I... I... I was...."
"Were you jerking off watching me naked? I told you not to come in!"
The boy could've run, grabbed me, kissed me, anything... I was there in a towel, clearly teasing. But no. He just stood there, catatonic, dick still in hand, dying of shame.
"Jully forgive me, don't tell my mom, please I'll do whatever you want!"
When he said "I'll do whatever you want," my mind already ran a whole movie of filth. I could blackmail the kid for life. But I'd get everything from him without that, 'cause I'm no good.
"Tommy, what you did is awful. You deserve to be punished."
I didn't have real authority to punish him, any real trouble and the rule was call the grandparents. But I doubt Grandma would love hearing her grandson was jerking off all over the house.
I went back to the bathroom, picked up my clothes from the floor. I looked at my panties: the crotch had a snail trail of slime, glistening. I was still turned on as fuck from the interrupted fingering when I put them on, and the evidence was right there, plain as day.
"Here, take this,"
I held out the panties to him, dangling from my fingertip. "Since you wanted to see my panties so bad... now wash 'em. By hand."