Things were moving way too fast. I’d barely had my first real kiss with Lipe and suddenly there was the whole thing with Rodrigo. And now… oral and anal with my cousin. Except that had already happened with Lipe and with Rodrigo too.
Sometimes I felt lost, like everything was going too fast. But at the same time… I don’t know. It felt like there was something weird about me. A fire I couldn’t put out no matter how hard I tried. Probably just teenage shit.
On top of being crazy about Diego, there was this insane attraction I was feeling for Carol, his sister. And that was what fucked with my head the most.
Carol was my cousin, my best friend. The person I’d shared secrets with since we were kids. How the hell was I looking at her with desire now? Why did I get wet just from smelling her near me? I’d never felt that way about any other girl.
I kept wondering the whole time: “What’s happening to me? How can I be into my cousin and at the same time be dying for my cousin?
Am I bi? Is this normal?”
Saturday, April 18, 2015
11:15 p.m.
We were in Búzios. Carol had gone out with her boyfriend and when she got back she went straight for the shower. Like always, I felt that flutter in my stomach. Every time she changed or took a shower, I found a way to be around, pretending to do something just to steal a look at her body.
When I heard the shower turn on, I ran to the bathroom and acted like I was just brushing my teeth, trying to play it cool.
“Ah, I’m just gonna brush my teeth real quick, okay?” I mumbled, my voice coming out lower than usual.
The hot water was pouring down hard over her, running over her perfect body. Carol was fucking gorgeous. Blonde, straight long hair plastered wet down her back, pale porcelain skin shining under the water. Her tits were full, round and perky, pink nipples hard. That tiny waist led down to a round, firm, lifted ass that swayed a little while she soaped up her thick, toned thighs. Her pussy was smooth, completely shaved, the plump pink lips perfectly outlined and glistening wet.
I was completely hypnotized. My eyes locked on her like the rest of the world had disappeared. I got this crazy urge to bust into the stall, shove that wet body against the cold wall, kiss those soft lips and work my way down slow—neck, tits, stomach… until I dropped to my knees and buried my face between those thick thighs, licking up all the water mixed with her taste.
She was talking excitedly about the outing, laughing about something that happened, totally oblivious to the storm going on inside me. I brushed my teeth slowly, eyes dropping shamelessly down her body through the fogged glass. My heart was pounding hard and off-beat while my juices ran hot down my thigh under the thin nightie.
When Carol shut off the shower and opened the stall door, hot steam flooded the bathroom. I handed her the towels without saying anything. She started drying off right in front of me, calm and in no rush. She ran the towel over her tits, squeezing them a little, then down her stomach and spread her thighs a bit to dry her pussy good. I pretended to finish brushing my teeth, but my eyes followed every move.
She wrapped the big towel around her body, tucked above her tits, and another around her head like a turban. The fabric barely covered her, showing off most of those thick thighs and the start of her round ass. We left the bathroom together and I walked right behind her, almost hypnotized by the soft sway of her hips.
In the bedroom, no hesitation at all, Carol dropped the towel. I sat on the edge of the bed, completely transfixed, drooling while she got ready for bed. She put on tiny black lace panties—so small they barely covered the plump lips of her pussy—and a thin spaghetti-strap tank that was almost see-through. Her tits bounced free with every move, pink nipples poking through the fabric. She lay down next to me, body still warm from the shower, smelling like soap and lotion.
We made the bed together, stretching the sheet and tossing the warm comforter over us. Like usual, we shared the queen bed. I got in first, sliding under the soft comforter that smelled like fabric softener. Carol lay down right after. I scooted as close as I could, our bodies almost touching, feeling her heat through the thin nightie. My heart was beating so hard it felt like she’d hear it. My pussy throbbed slow, hot and wet, while I desperately wished she’d turn her face toward me and ask for kisses.
But she wouldn’t stop talking. About the expensive restaurant, the wine he ordered, the ocean view… Then she said they went to the guesthouse, also with a view of the sea, and without any filter she started describing in detail how they’d fucked.
“I rode him, he was so fucking hard! Felt so good! I bounced on it so nice! Fuck…”
I listened in silence, my whole body burning, picturing it and getting even wetter. Back then I was still a virgin, right? I mean, oral and anal had already happened, but I still wasn’t giving up the pussy.
When she finally stopped talking, I took a deep breath, heart hammering. I turned my face to her and let it out:
“Carol… I need to tell you something.”
She turned to me, curious. I bit my lower lip, feeling my heart racing and my pussy still sensitive and throbbing under the thin nightie.
“Girl, you have no idea, Diego came over earlier. Fuck, he ate me out so good, made me cum so hard in his mouth I was shaking all over…”
Carol’s eyes went wide, she froze for a second in shock and then burst out laughing, loud and totally disbelieving.
“Holy shit, Rafa, stop!” She covered her face with her hands, laughing. “You’re not really gonna tell me all that, are you?? He’s my brother, dude! I don’t wanna picture how he eats pussy!”
She smacked me hard in the face with a pillow, laughing and fake-gagging, but I caught the curious glint in her eye. I stayed quiet for a second, biting my lip, the horniness still pulsing between my legs. Then I teased her with a dirty little smile:
“But… since we’re on the subject of eating pussy?” I said, laughing, bracing for another pillow hit. “Does Murilo eat you out that good too?”
Carol stared at me for a few seconds, her smile slowly shifting into something more mischievous. She bit her lower lip and settled in better on the bed, turning onto her side toward me. Our faces were really close now.
“He eats it…” she answered low, voice going husky. “Murilo’s real nasty with his mouth. He likes getting me all wet before he even fucks me.”
I felt heat rush up my chest. I squeezed my thighs together under the comforter.
“How does he do it?” I asked, almost whispering.
Carol smiled, eyes shining with lust as she remembered.
“He starts kissing my mouth, then goes down to my neck… bites a little. When he gets to my tits he sucks the nipples real slow, swirling his tongue, tugging with his teeth while he slips his hand inside my panties. He loves feeling how wet I already am for him.”
My breathing got heavier. I felt my nipples harden against the thin fabric of the nightie and my skin goosebump on its own, like it was extra sensitive.
“And then?” I pushed, my voice coming out huskier.