Saturday, May 23, 2015
2 PM
After the shower, I threw on these tiny white shorts, the kind that hug real tight, made of that thin, slightly stretchy fabric that sticks to your skin like a second layer. No panties underneath, obviously. They showed everything: the curves of my ass cheeks, the subtle line of my crack, even the softest outline up front. That was the whole point—to tease Diego, knowing he'd notice every damn detail and it'd get him all worked up just like I wanted.
On top, I tossed on this light baby-pink cropped top with thin straps, loose in the front but short enough to leave almost all my back bare. The soft fabric brushed against that sensitive skin back there with every move.
I headed straight over to my cousins' place, like always. Hell, I practically lived there. That house was basically an extension of my own.
I hung out in Carol's room for a bit. We flopped onto the bed, cracking up loud, swapping gossip, dishing about school and the latest drama: who dumped who, who got caught hooking up in the bathroom during break… and, inevitably, boys. It always came back to boys. Automatic.
But I kept quiet about the big stuff. Didn't spill what went down with Diego and Rodrigo that same week. Maybe 'cause I didn't even know what to make of it myself. Shame. Fear. Guilt. All tangled up in a knot that twisted my gut every time I remembered the moans, the stares, that wild feeling of being split between those two guys who were so damn different from each other.
Worse: Diego was her brother. I really wasn't ready to tell her what was actually going on… what, for real, he'd been doing to me. Not yet.
Then, who shows up in the doorway?
Diego, leaning against the frame like the whole world revolved around him. Short shorts. No shirt. That ripped, tanned body, abs carved out by the light streaming through the window, a light sheen of sweat glistening on his collarbone. He loved showing it all off—and just looking at him had me breathless.
"Hey, girls?" His voice all lazy and slow, like he'd just smoked a joint.
Carol rolled her eyes and chucked a pillow at him.
"Can't you see, you animal? I'm talking to Rafa."
The pillow smacked right into his chest and dropped to the floor. Diego didn't even flinch. Just let out that low, dumb laugh and kept his eyes locked on me.
I couldn't look away. He fucked with me in this crazy way. Heat started building in my chest, and a hot throb kicked in down there, insistent, like he'd already touched me without laying a finger on me.
He tilted his head just a bit, never breaking eye contact. That tiny move was enough to make the air in the room feel thicker.
"Rafa, come with me. Wanna show you something."
Carol huffed loud, already reaching for the TV remote like she wanted to shut down the whole scene.
"Ugh, Diego, seriously? Now?"
He didn't even glance at her. Just held out his hand toward me, palm up, motioning for me to follow.
My heart was pounding so hard I swore they could both hear it thumping all wrong in my chest. I shot a quick look at Carol. She stared back, eyebrow raised, but didn't say shit. Just sighed like she was done with it.
I got up slow from the bed and went to him, figuring it was the usual: Diego dragging me to his room just to fuck me quick and rough, the way he liked to remind me I was his.
But when his bedroom door opened and I stepped in, I froze in the doorway.
Right there was Adriano, his best friend.
Sprawled on the bed like he owned the fucking place. Just in shorts, shirtless, flexing that chiseled abs, legs spread wide in this chill pose, with that cocky vibe of a guy who knows he's hot as hell. He was blond, hair buzzed short on the sides and messy on top in that intentional bedhead style. Just run your hand through it quick, give it a tweak, and boom—styled.
He was gorgeous, no doubt. Way too fine. And yeah, it'd crossed my mind more than once to hook up with him just to make Diego jealous. Just to see his face. But that was it. A wild idea. Especially since he was Carol's ex. The guy who'd taken her virginity.
And now here he was, right in front of me, eyeing me up like he was stripping me slow, piece by piece, no rush. His gaze was calm, predatory, like he'd already pictured a thousand times what he'd do to me.
He let out an "hey" with this sly little grin, the kind that said more than any words.
"Hey, you good?" I shot back almost on autopilot, trying to play off the shock of walking in on him lounging there on Diego's bed.
But truth was, the shock wasn't from seeing Adriano at my cousins' house—that was the most normal shit ever. Him and Diego had been tight since they were kids—like real brothers—always hanging together.
What hit me was something else. I figured Diego would be alone. Thought he just wanted to fuck me and that was that. But no. His best friend was right there, staring at me like I was a snack he'd been waiting hours for.
Diego was already dropping onto the edge of the bed and, with a firm yank on my wrist, pulled me down to straddle his lap, legs spread wide open.
I felt his dick already half-hard rubbing against the curve of my ass through my tight shorts right away. My body reacted with a shiver shooting up my spine, nipples hardening against the thin fabric, and between my thighs the heat pooled hard and needy.
"We were just talking about you, Rafa. Feel your ears burning?" Diego said, chuckling low, his voice rumbling against my neck.
My eyebrow shot up instantly.
"Talking about me? What the hell?"
He let out that dirty little laugh, his hand already sliding slow up my thigh, fingers tracing the edge of my shorts.
"Well… I was telling Adriano how much of a naughty little slut you are in bed… right, Rafa?"