21h40
The house was dead quiet. Everyone was wiped out after a full day at the beach. My parents and brothers had already locked themselves in their rooms; you could hear the TV on low in a few of them. I was lying down too, flipping through the cable channels without paying attention to anything, just waiting for sleep to hit. I was exhausted.
Then my bedroom door opened slowly.
A head peeked through the crack. Those hazel eyes, with that crooked little grin full of mischief.
“Put some clothes on,” Diego murmured, low. “How about a quick walk on the beach?”
I got up way too fast for someone who’d sworn she was dead tired, changed in seconds, and followed him on tiptoes, crossing the dark hallways without making a sound. My heart was already beating different.
I’d always loved walking on the sand at night. With Diego, though… it was even better. And on those days in Búzios I spent the whole day waiting for some time alone with him.
The beach was completely empty. The sea was full, waves crashing harder than usual, and the cold night wind hit my face in a nice way, messing up my hair and giving me chills. The moon lit up the pale sand and drew a silver path on the water.
“Let’s go to that little boat over there!” he pointed at an old fishing boat leaned against the wall of a house. “Come on!”
“Ugh, Diego!” I huffed, half disappointed, half already resigned.
I didn’t get my hopes up with him on that anymore. I knew exactly what he wanted.
Sometimes I wondered if that way of showing affection—only through sex—came from how he was raised. Was it just “guy stuff”? Or was I still fooling myself, trying to see feelings where there was only horniness?
I didn’t really want to, I admit, especially in the sand. A quick blowjob already risked swallowing half a pound of sand… imagine if he actually wanted to fuck me for real. But I couldn’t say no. And the idea of doing anything there with him, in the dark, with the real risk of getting caught in public… Fuck. My pussy throbbed on the spot.
We hid between the cold wall and the boat that blocked the view from anyone who might walk by on the sand. Diego pressed me against the icy wall. I pulled him into a kiss, but it didn’t even last ten seconds. He pulled away and started opening his shorts.
“Little slut… suck my cock. Go on. Get on your knees.”
I looked around and thought “shit,” but I obeyed without arguing.
I dropped to my knees on the cold sand, feeling the grains stick to my skin, and looked up. That cock already hard, his expression waiting, almost impatient.
I grabbed his dick and started sucking, drooling plenty, twisting my hand like a corkscrew. I really did love sucking cock and I was getting damn good at it. The head slid in and out of my mouth while he held my hair and groaned low, telling me to keep going.
The problem was the fucking sand.
Every time I braced my hand on the ground to balance, sand stuck to my fingers. And eventually I’d forget and bring my hand back to his cock… sand and all. It ended up in my mouth. I’d stop, spit to the side, wipe my tongue on my shirt, and go back to sucking, trying not to laugh at the whole mess.
“Fuck, Rafa…” he laughed low, voice rough. “You eating sand?”
Even with the sand getting in the way, I sucked him with real hunger. The taste of him, his groans, the risk of someone walking by and seeing… all of it had me soaked. He gripped my hair tighter and pushed my head down, groaning softly while I tried not to swallow more sand with every suck.
Suddenly, when he realized he was about to cum, he told me to stop. He yanked my head up and said, voice hoarse:
“Lean on the boat. Stick that ass out. I’m gonna fuck your tight little asshole.”
My eyes went wide.
“Dry? Full of sand? No fucking way, Diego. Forget it!”
He gave me that dirty grin, like he’d already planned everything, and pulled a little tube of lube from his pocket. Showed it to me.
“Here. Relax. I’m a prepared guy,” and let out a low laugh.
The idea of getting fucked right there on the beach… bent over, wind hitting my back, on that empty beach… would’ve been almost romantic if Diego had put in even a little effort. But it wasn’t romance. It was just pure horniness. And even so, I turned around, put my hands on the boat, and stuck my ass out.
He spread the cold lube on my asshole, working it in with his fingers. Pushed one in, then two, opening me up nice and slow. I bit my lip, feeling the chill of the gel and the heat of his fingers. When the head of his cock pressed against the entrance, I braced for the usual pain… but this time it slid in easier. The lube and how turned on I was made the difference.
“Going in easy today, huh…” he muttered, almost laughing, as he sank all the way in.
He started fucking. Slow at first, then harder. His big hands gripped my waist tight, each thrust making my body bump lightly against the boat. The cold wind hit my bare back, contrasting with the heat of his cock inside me. I slipped a hand between my legs and started rubbing my clit, swollen and wet, circling fast while he fucked me.
The pleasure built fast. Every thrust in my ass, every stroke of my fingers… I came hard, body shaking, my asshole clenching around his cock in spasms. Diego groaned low and came right after, buried deep, filling me up.
When he pulled out, I felt his hot cum leaking slowly from my asshole, running down my thigh. The contrast with the cold night wind made me shiver. I stayed there, still bent over, breathing hard, feeling the warm liquid drip, and suddenly this weird feeling hit me. Kind of like pride. I was there, on a deserted beach, in the middle of the night, with my cousin’s cum leaking out of my ass… and for a few seconds I felt in control. Like I had some kind of power over him, even if it only lasted a few minutes.
When it was over I looked at Diego, who was laughing to himself like an idiot.
“What’s so funny?”
He laughed a little more and said:
“Breaded slut is the fucking best!”
He showed me his hands covered in sand. I should’ve been pissed, but I burst out laughing with him.