Chapter 87
Tommy pushed the door open slow, and as soon as it swung in, the automatic lights flicked on with a soft click, revealing everything all at once. My heart jumped so hard I felt it in my throat. I stood frozen in the doorway, mouth half-open, eyes wide, trying to wrap my head around what I was seeing. Mariana, right beside me, went rigid too, her whole body stiff like she'd been zapped.
The spot was a hidden nook off the closet, spacious, lit by cold white lights that made everything feel even more exposed. Super organized. Everything in its place, everything spotless, everything arranged with this almost obsessive precision. It looked like a showroom for pleasure, not some tucked-away corner of a bedroom.
It took a good few seconds for my brain to catch up. No way. This couldn't be real. But it was.
On the right wall, hanging from black metal hooks, rows of shiny latex and rubber outfits: full-body suits with strategic zippers, super tight corsets, masks with holes just for the mouth, long gloves up to the elbows, thigh-high boots. All in black, blood red, deep purple. The smell of fresh rubber mixed with a faint expensive perfume hung in the air.
On the opposite wall, a whole section dedicated to whips. Braided leather whips, suede ones with multiple strands, thin rubber ones, thick leather with knots at the tips. Some had polished wooden handles, others cold metal. Below them, on a dark wooden sideboard, a row of anal plugs with jeweled bases. Some of those stones gleamed too much to be just glass—ruby red, sapphire blue, emerald green. I swear, for a second I thought: are these real gems? Real silver and gold? My stomach twisted in this weird knot of shock and curiosity.
On the floor, three open boxes of lube. Not those little pharmacy bottles. These were huge jugs, like a liter and a half each, clear, with gold lettering on the labels. Enough to fill a small bathtub. Seriously. A bathtub. The sweet, slightly chemical scent rose from them, blending with the rest of the room.
And then I spotted the drawer cabinet. I pulled open the first one without even thinking. Holy shit! Vibrators! Every type, every size and shape; pinks, purples, blacks, transparents, veiny ones, smooth ones, beaded ones, suction ones, warming ones, remote-controlled. There was one lying there in the drawer like it was the most normal thing, no bullshit, that had to be almost a foot long and thick as my forearm. I stared at it, couldn't look away, feeling heat creep up my neck and sink into my belly at the same time. It was scary and… exciting.
Real exciting.
Tommy was next to me, totally frozen. His face was like he'd just walked into a movie he never signed up for. Mouth half-open, eyes darting back and forth, trying to take it all in. He wasn't even blinking.
The silence got so heavy it almost hurt. Until Mariana, still at the door, let out a shaky voice, trying to break the tension:
"Holy shit, Aunt Katia really knows how to have fun…"
The joke fell flat, her voice trailed off at the end, swallowed by the shock still plastered on her face. She took a step inside but stopped again, like the floor might swallow anyone who went further.
I started poking around almost on instinct, touching lightly, feeling the cold metal textures, the soft leather of the whips, the chilled glass of the bottles. My heart was pounding so fast I felt it in my fingertips. It was pure shock and embarrassment. It was arousal building slow, sneaky, making me clench my thighs without realizing.
Nobody said another word. Just the sound of our quick breaths and the low hum of the automatic lights.
Tommy grabbed one of the big lube bottles, one of those thick clear ones that looked pricey, and glanced at us all awkward. Right then I got it—the surprise hadn't landed well for him: the kid who probably thought his folks didn't even fuck was now in their fuck den, staring at the whole collection of toys and open pots like it was a forbidden candy store.
"I grabbed this, I'll wait outside, you guys close up?" he said, more awkward than usual, and slipped out without another word, his half-hard dick swinging sadly, face red as a boiled tomato.
When he left the room, Mariana leaned in to whisper by my side, her voice low and amused:
"Damn, I think that one went totally soft even loaded up on pills, cousin."
"Poor guy... guys have those moments, right? But imagine finding out your parents are the biggest pervs on the planet?"
"Babe, you have no idea what I hear at night coming from their room." Mariana cracked up, covering her mouth with her hand to keep it from getting too loud.
"Should we grab something? I wanna try everything."
Mariana went through the drawers, making a mess, picking stuff out like she was in a kink supermarket: shiny plugs, vibrators in all sizes, leather cuffs, some gel pots with English names I didn't even know, and her commenting on each one like an expert.
"Hey girl, don't go messing up the spots 'cause we gotta put it all back, and we don't need to grab everything at once since we're staying in this house for two weeks." I said, trying to be the voice of reason, but that was right when I finished talking that my eyes landed on something that made the ground shake under me...
A [[ep-07-O viadinho que ela despertou em mim|strap-on]].
Big, black, veiny, like it was calling to me. I stood there staring, feeling heat rise from my clit to my chest, a mix of shock and wild curiosity. Mariana saw my face and came over, looking too, and let out a low whistle.
"Fuck, cousin... that thing's for someone who likes to give it or take it?"
I didn't answer right away, just kept staring at it, imagining what it'd be like to use it on Mariana.