He let out a low laugh and shook his head.
“Relax, that part was just fucking with you. I just wanted to see your desperate face.”
“Fuck, Diego… you almost gave me a heart attack,” I said, my voice still shaking a little.
He burst out laughing, throwing his head back, clearly getting off on my panic.
“Relax, it was just to see your face. For real, I just want you to go over to Iuri and give him some play. But you can do it your way.”
I shook my head, still in disbelief.
“Fuck, Diego… this is ridiculous! He’s the gardener’s son! You want me to just get up right now and go over there, out of nowhere?”
“Go on, little slut. Seduce the kid. This shit’s easy for you.”
What the fuck, I thought.
My stomach flipped. The gardener had worked for my dad for years. This had disaster written all over it. Plus, Iuri was ugly as hell—awkward, sweaty, that old speedo clinging to his skinny body. I had a thousand reasons lined up in my head not to go.
“Go, fuck. Obey.” His voice got serious, no room for argument. “Just get up and walk over there shaking that ass. You look delicious in that little string bikini… No way he’s not gonna drool over that ass of yours.”
I stood there staring at the kid, frozen with nerves. My God, how the hell was I supposed to do this? The guy was gonna think it was super weird… I’d never said more than two words to him in my life.
“You going or not, fuck?” Diego pushed, staring me down without blinking.
He waited one more second and added:
“If you don’t go now, I’m calling him over here.”
“Nooooo, you fucking psycho!!” I almost yelled, heart pounding in my chest. “Fine… I’ll go. I’ll go. I always obeyed.”
“So go already, you whore! I’m losing my patience.”
I took a deep breath, feeling my legs a little weak. I got up from the lounge chair slowly. The red string bikini barely covered anything, and I knew Diego was watching. I took the first steps toward Iuri, shaking my hips a little like Diego told me to, feeling the hot sun on my back and a weird cold feeling in my stomach.
The closer I got, the more my stomach twisted. Iuri was standing there holding that long aluminum pole with the net on the end—the one we use to skim stuff off the pool. His skinny body was shining with sweat from the strong morning sun.
I forced a smile, trying to look casual.
“Hey… it’s hot today, huh?”
He blinked, clearly confused by me suddenly showing up.
“Hey… yeah… it is, Miss Rafaella.”
I just stood there, not really sure what to say next. I could feel Diego’s stare burning into my back like he was poking me with a hot iron. My heart was beating so hard I swore Iuri could hear it.
“So, you almost done?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
“Yes, ma’am… it’s pretty clean already. Just gotta check the pH.”
“Not ‘ma’am,’ kid… I’m younger than you,” I laughed, trying to break the ice, but it came out kinda forced.
Right then, Diego walked over slow and stopped right next to me, shoulder pressed against mine. I could smell him mixed with sunscreen. He grinned at Iuri with that face like he was up to some shit.
“A little princess, right, Iuri?” he said, all casual. “You notice how fucking hot she is?”
My stomach jumped.
“Spin around for him, Rafa. Let Iuri check out that ass.”
I shot Diego a death glare, feeling my face burn with anger and shame at the same time. My neck and cheeks had to be bright red. He just laughed under his breath, cocky as fuck, clearly enjoying my discomfort.
Iuri stood there frozen, not knowing where to look. He kept glancing from the pool skimmer to me, then to Diego, obviously embarrassed as hell.
“Come on, Rafa, just one little spin, what’s it gonna cost?” my cousin pushed.
I gave in. I did a slow spin, feeling the bikini dig into my thighs and the thin fabric rubbing against my sweaty skin. I shook my hips on purpose, just wanting to get it over with.
“Bet you never got a girl like this, huh?” Diego teased, laughing.
Iuri got all awkward instantly. His dark cheeks turned even darker. The kid was shy as fuck—you could tell by the way his shoulders hunched and how he dropped his eyes to the ground like he wanted to disappear right there.
God, Diego was ridiculous. He got way too much off other people’s embarrassment, the asshole.
I sat down on the edge of the pool, letting my feet dip into the cool water. The cold shock made my legs tingle. I just sat there quiet, kicking my feet slowly in the water, watching the two of them, waiting to see how far my cousin was gonna take this whole stupid game.
“Tell me, Iuri: what’s the part that catches your eye the most on this blonde?”
Iuri stammered, his mouth opening and closing without getting any words out. Poor guy… you could tell it wasn’t just embarrassment. He was clearly scared shitless of saying something stupid, me not liking it, and then me complaining to my dad. Or worse: his dad getting chewed out because of it and both of them getting fired.
“Answer, Iuri,” Diego insisted, voice firmer.
“Diego, stop it,” I said, feeling sorry for the kid.
Diego realized it was going too far and quickly changed the subject.
“Rafa loves funk parties, right Rafa?” he said, looking at me with that dirty little smirk, knowing damn well it was gonna piss me off.
“That’s a lie!” I shot back right away. “I hate funk, I’ve never even been to one.”
Diego completely ignored what I said and kept going:
“They got funk parties where you live?”
Then Diego started hammering Iuri with questions: if the girls were super slutty, if it was true a lot of them went without panties, where the most famous party was… He even asked where he lived.
“Near the Siméria ramp, you know it?” Iuri asked, voice low.
“Yeah, the hang-gliding ramp,” Diego said.
“A lot of people gather there to watch the sunset. It’s pretty cool,” the kid added.
Diego didn’t waste any time:
“Why don’t you invite Rafa to check out that spot?”
He turned to me with that same dirty smirk and asked:
“You’d go, right Rafa?” He stared at me, clearly waiting for me to say yes right away, but I just shrugged and gave him a “I don’t know” face, not confirming shit.
To be continued...