Chapter 76

He grabbed the panties like it was the most sacred relic on the planet. Staring all glassy-eyed, hand shaking, like he'd never seen a piece of fabric in his life. I was thinking: how the hell can a guy fetishize something that's always drool-soaked, stained with blood, and got that fart trail? It's fucking disgusting! That one was even clean, just a little innocent drool spot.

I knew he was gonna sniff it, lick it, suck it, and if he got carried away, tomorrow if I wore it again I'd get pregnant just from touching it. I laughed to myself at the absurdity and fired off to make him more comfortable:

"Go wash it in your bathroom, no need to go to the laundry. Use soap and then bring it back here so I can check if you did it right."

I stopped for a second and already regretted it: it was gonna come back even grosser than I gave it.

He didn't say shit. He bolted like an arrow, crossed the hallway, and I just heard his bedroom door slam and the lock turn. He locked himself in his room with my panties, obviously.

I flopped on the bed and started laughing like a maniac. I had to tell Mariana right away. I called and spilled everything.

"Girl, you got no sense at all!" she laughed and scolded me at the same time.

Right then I thought "shit, I told her that, and she caught me with my stepdad," but she put me at ease when she kept going:

"Tomorrow when I get there, I'll help you mess with that kid!"

"Huh! So you're gonna make it?" I was all joy!

"I was gonna say, but you won't shut the hell up!" she yelled from the other end in the best style of our daughter.

"Hey cousin, don't forget to bring a bikini, okay?"

"Okay..." she paused briefly "but is that boy hung? You didn't mention that."

"Cousin, I couldn't even see it right, it was kinda out and he had his hand in front. If you want I'll snap a pic and send it" I said just to mess around.

"Julinha, quit being a slut. I don't want no dick pics."

"Huh, you're the one asking about his dick."

I didn't hang up the phone, just kept it to my ear while I finished making the bed: closed the curtains, threw all the duvets and pillows on top, cranked the AC until the room turned into the North Pole. My tits turned into two ice cubes, poking hard against the thin little top. I lay down, buried myself in the blankets, and turned on the TV at low volume while I kept talking to her.

The chat flowed easy: what we'd been up to in this time apart, the tests I took, the ones she's gonna retake next year, blah blah blah. I updated her on my eye, snapped a quick selfie and sent it. It was way better, just a big blotch that shrank every day, no pain, just the mark fading.

"Mariana, I'm hanging up, he's coming back" I whispered, hearing his bedroom door open and quick footsteps in the hallway heading to mine.

I hung up, tossed the phone on the nightstand, and stayed quiet, lying on my side, pretending I was zoned out on the TV, but watching the door. My heart already racing with curiosity to see his face after the "wash panties" mission.

He stopped at the door, eyes on the floor, voice low:

"I washed it... hung it up in the laundry."

His face was a mix of guilt and shame, like a dog that pissed on the couch. I'd told him to bring it so I could check, but screw it, I wasn't gonna be that bitchy. And let's be real, half an hour washing panties? God knows what the kid got up to in his room. Just imagining him sniffing, licking, rubbing himself... fuck, that lit me up in a weird way. Knowing someone's jerking off to your stuff is gross and hot at the same time.

"Come here, come watch TV with me" I said, lifting the whole duvet.

"Damn, Julinha, it's freezing in here!"

"It's not, I like it cold. Get in already."

What I really wanted was to take advantage: the AC at my house was shit, noisy and useless. Here it was a cold dream.

He slid under the covers, all warm. I pulled him to lie on my shoulder — I'm needy as fuck, love cuddling up. Since I thought he was harmless, I let it happen. But I made sure to press right up, squish my tit against his skinny body, feel my hard nipple rubbing on his arm, and I even threw a leg over, almost brushing his crotch, grazing lightly on the bulge in his shorts.

He went silent. Totally silent. Not even breathing right. I just felt his heart pounding wild against my arm.

You must think I'm dragging this out, right? Nah. I was dying for some dirty fun, really dying, but I needed that final push. First day in the house, two weeks ahead, and if I fucked it all up? If he told someone, if he got traumatized, if I fell for this virgin kid and ended up wrecked? I was lost in those thoughts there, the good little angel that vanished, it's been months trying to get back in my head. In the silence of the room, just the TV murmuring, he finally spoke up.

"Julinha, remember the girl I told you I like?"

"I do, the autistic one, right?"

"Yeah… actually I don't ask her out because I'm embarrassed about…"

He paused so long I thought he was gonna choke and die right next to me.

I turned my face, waiting.

"For God's sake, kid, finish the damn sentence."

"I'm embarrassed to say."

"Say it, fuck, be a man!"

He didn't even blink at what I said, probably hears that straight from his dad all the time.

"It's just… I…"

"You… I get it, go on, say it."

"I don't know how to kiss."

There it was. The push I needed.

I faked total shock, eyes wide, mouth open. I sat up quick, turned on the bed facing him, knees bent, staring at the poor guy lying there like a scared little bird. He was cute as hell, messy hair, small mouth, big eyes. I seriously thought: "worth investing in the future market?"

"Sit up, come on…"

I shifted to face him, checking quick if my tits were in the top. Didn't even need to: with that hellish cold, my nipples were rock hard, pointing at him over the thin fabric, almost tearing through.

He sat up sideways, clueless. I gestured for him to face me. When he did, I swung my legs over his thighs, almost straddling, knees spread on both sides of his hips, so close I could feel the heat from his body rising. I was just in a little top and thin shorts, nothing underneath. The shorts rode up all the way, outlining my pussy slit in the fabric, and my clit rubbing on the cloth every time I shifted my hips a bit.

He looked at me more scared than ever. Eyes jumping from my face to my tits, back to my eyes, to between my legs, then restarting the loop.

"Look in my eyes" I ordered, voice low, almost husky.

He tried. Locked on for two seconds then looked away, turned his face, dropped his head. Like I was burning him.

I felt everything: his heart hammering against my knee, the shake in his thigh from nerves, his cock hardening fast under his shorts. My pussy was throbbing so hard I was sure you'd see the wetness soaking through the pajama fabric soon. I was in total control and it had me drunk on lust. I grabbed his chin with two fingers, slowly tilted it up until his eyes met mine.

"Stay still. Just look. No need to be ashamed of me."

And there, up close, with my tits brushing lightly on his chest, my clit almost touching the bulge that was now a full-on tent I could see out of the corner of my eye, I smiled slow.

"Wanna learn how to kiss?" I asked with a naughty voice.

"For real? You're gonna kiss me?"

"I am. You want it or not?"

"I do, of course I do… a lot" he blurted out, voice shaking.

I laughed low, glanced at the open door. I always think of Mariana when the door's open, "fuck, I wish I was recording this to show her later."

"Okay, here's the deal: tilt your head a bit to the side and let your lips touch. Be careful not to bump the girl's face, got it?"

He nodded yes, eager.