Chapter 32
It was the surest bet. He knew I'd given it up to Fabiano. Everyone in the condo knew, or at least suspected. And I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell him I'd done it with Lucas, the guy from school. So I answered short, without looking at him, folding an old pair of pants that didn't even fit me anymore.
"No, I didn't, but I wanted to try."
The words came out low, kinda choked. My face felt hot, my heart pounding hard in my chest. I was talking about anal sex with my brother, in the middle of our old room, while Mom yelled from the kitchen about dinner. It was crazy. But I couldn't stop thinking about it since Lucas's finger. That full pressure, the new snap, the pleasure coming from a place I didn't even know existed. And yeah, it hurt, it burned, but it was also good. Really good, and I wanted more. I wanted to feel it again, but without the fear of it hurting so much.
He stopped folding the shirt. He just stared at me. Didn't say anything right away. Just looked. That suggestive look I knew so well—dark eyes, half-lidded, mouth slightly open like he was thinking a million things at once. "Hey, I'll try with you if you want!" He didn't need to say it. I knew my brother just from looking. The air in the room got heavier, hotter, like the silence smelled like sex. I didn't confirm anything because I didn't have the guts, but I didn't say no either.
Then, kinda confirming without confirming, I said softly, looking at the floor:
"I'm dying of shame to buy lube. You get it for me at the pharmacy?"
He didn't answer right away. Just gave that crooked smile, the kind that started at the corner of his mouth and climbed up to his eyes. He nodded slowly, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Sure, I'll get it."
He didn't ask why. He didn't need to, we knew. He got that there was a good chance it'd be him using it with me. In our room, at night, when Mom was asleep. Or maybe we wouldn't have to wait that long. His look said it all: he wanted it and he was itching for it, and me, I wouldn't have to wait for Fabiano or find some other guy.
I went back to folding the clothes, my hands shaking a little. My clit throbbed low, just from imagining it. My ass clenched on its own, like it remembered the finger. And the idea of trying it later with my brother was driving me nuts. My whole body hot, restless, the loose jeans brushing lightly against my sensitive skin with every move, the damp fabric sticking to the entrance. I could feel it burning.
"Jonathan…"
"Yeah…"
"I'm so fucking turned on by the idea of doing this." I said it without recognizing myself.
He froze with the shirt in his hand. Looked at the bedroom door, then at me. Made a quick sign for me to wait, slipped out into the hall quietly, peeked into the kitchen, and came back. Mom must've gone to the neighbor's. When he closed the door carefully, the air in the room changed. Got thicker, hotter, like the silence had weight.
"That'd be fucking awesome. I'm really turned on too."
His voice came out rough, low, his dark eyes locked on mine. I could see the bulge in his pants growing again, slowly, without him even touching it. My heart raced. My clit pulsed hard, my ass winked involuntarily.
"Nicole, go to the bathroom and take care of it, tonight we'll do it."
"But I can't wait."
I slid my hand inside my jeans slowly, without taking my eyes off him. My panties already soaked, sticking to my skin. I slipped two fingers between my outer lips, slid through the wetness, circled my clit once just to feel the jolt. Pulled my hand out and showed him. My fingers shining, the liquid gleaming between them, thick, clear, with that sweet, hot scent rising in the air between us.
He looked surprised at the intimacy I was showing. His eyes darkened more, his breathing sped up. He took a step closer, his body almost pressing against mine, but not touching yet.
"And what do you want to do? Mom's gonna come back? You wanna head home?"
"No way, if we go back she'll be too sad and pissed at us."
"Go to the bathroom and rub one out," he said, giving the solution, voice low, but already shaking with horniness.
"No, come on, I need more… eat me out and finger me, do it like that but harder, okay? I want you to stick your finger in my ass."
The silence dropped heavy. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. Looked at the door one more time, then at me. His cock was now straining hard against his pants, pulsing visibly. I felt a waterfall dripping down and my ass clenching in anticipation.
He didn't answer with words. Just nodded slowly as he turned the key in the door while I undid my pants.
I pulled down my panties and the smell of wet sex flooded the room right away—sweet, tangy, hot, thick, like all the pent-up desire from the day had condensed there, between my thighs. The panties stuck to my damp skin before sliding down, leaving a thick, clear string stretching between the fabric and my swollen outer lips. Pants and panties bunched at my knees, jeans tangled, I leaned back against the door, my back feeling the cool wood contrast with the heat rising from my belly. My legs trembled slightly, my clit throbbing exposed in the air, pulsing with every rapid heartbeat.
"Lift your shirt so I can suck your tits, sis?"
"No way, if my mom comes, that'll be one more thing for me to explain and this bra's a mess."
He knelt in front of me without arguing. The warm air from his breath hit first—humid, quick, brushing my spread outer lips, making my clit jump involuntarily. I arched my hips forward, my freshly trimmed mound gleaming with wetness, my pink lips parting on their own with the movement, revealing the tight, slick entrance. No foreplay. I was ready. Too wet and too swollen, wanting too much. At the first touch of his mouth, I already ordered, voice low and rough, almost a growl:
"Go hard. Don't tease."