Sunday, July 5, 2015
It was Sunday, house packed like always: my paternal grandma loves rounding up the whole crew—kids, daughters-in-law, grandkids. These get-togethers happened more at our place. After grandpa died, my dad, being the oldest, became the "head" of the family.
After lunch, I headed to the game room with the cousins. Even us cousins were always pretty tight-knit. I was closer to Carol, but there was a good vibe with Ana Clara and Mariana too, the baby sister of Lucas and Leandro. Those two were always hanging with Diego and Eduardo. They trained together at the gym and spent hours in Diego's room battling it out in FIFA on the console. They were super competitive, the kind who turned any game into a full-on war.
We paired up and in minutes we were deep into ping-pong, playing for real. Me and Carol against Diego and Eduardo. Those two crushed us without mercy. They acted like they owned the place, celebrating every point like it was the championship finals, all sweaty and laughing their asses off.
My face was burning—anger mixed with annoyance at the guys' constant teasing. Diego was whispering shit to Edu the whole time, and Edu would turn to me with that sleazy grin, eyes locked on my tits while he slowly licked his lip. I didn't quite get what was up, but the air felt heavy, my shorts squeezing tight between my thighs every time I moved.
After a few games, Diego yanked me to the corner in one quick move. His hand brushed my waist—hot, firm, thumb pressing lightly into the curve of my hip while he glanced around, checking if anyone was paying attention. My stomach knotted up right away, my whole body breaking out in goosebumps. I knew that look too well. Trouble coming. And the hot kind.
"Truth or dare?"
His voice came out low, gravelly, almost a growl in my ear. My heart pounded so hard I felt it in my throat.
"Fuck, Diego... I dunno, what the hell am I gonna have to do?"
He pressed his mouth to my ear. His voice was low, almost a whisper, but enough to give me chills all over.
"Answer already, you slut. Truth or dare?"
I can't explain it, but he had this weird hold over me. I let out an "oh, fuck..." almost on autopilot and ended up giving in, my voice coming out quieter than I meant.
"Alright... dare. Spit it out already."
His expression changed in a flash. A wicked, dirty smile, those hazel eyes gleaming like he was already tasting the whole scene before it even went down.
"Edu, Lucas, and Leandro. There's gonna be a FIFA tournament... and you're the prize. Winner fucks you."
My whole body went ice cold.
"What the fuck, Diego? Are you nuts??? You want me to get a rep as the family slut?"
He just laughed.
"I'm already picturing the fight that's gonna break out," he said, laughing way too loud, clearly getting off on the idea of putting me up as the trophy.
And then it all clicked.
I'd known something weird was going on from the start. Earlier, the three of them had been eyeing me with smirks from the corner—I knew shit was off. I could see them looking at me different, devouring me with their eyes, especially Edu, with the biggest fucking perv face.
"Let's head to my place. My parents are sticking around here till late."
Diego dropped that and stepped away to round up the guys.
I stood there frozen, watching the three of them calmly, sizing up slow who I wanted to win. Suddenly, my chest tightened hard. Deep down, I was even surprised Diego didn't just want all three to take me at once.
In the meantime, I let my mind run wild: the three of them sharing me, using me together. The worst part was, the idea didn't scare me as much as it should have.
We bailed from there and went to Diego's house.
On the way, I walked all awkward, embarrassed, heart slamming in my chest all out of rhythm, cheeks burning every time I felt their stares glued to me. They didn't even try to hide it, staring at me like total creeps, and I kept going like it was no big deal, trying to walk straight while feeling my jean shorts rub against the sensitive skin of my thighs with every step, the fabric already a little damp from nerves. It was weird, awkward as hell.
Getting to the room, Diego went straight for the console and laid out the rules. Like always, he was the one calling the shots—organizer, ref, and fucking pimp.
I stood by the door for a second, taking a deep breath, trying to act normal, but with my chest all tight. Being there, surrounded by my cousins, knowing exactly what was on the line, had my stomach in knots.
Diego said he wasn't playing and made the guys draw lots to set up the matchups. It'd be like a round-robin tourney: Edu, Lucas, and Leandro going at each other. And the champ would be whoever racked up the most points.
As soon as the first match kicked off, Diego pulled me onto his lap without warning.
He sat me facing the screen, my back pressed against his chest, legs spread over his thighs. In one quick move, he yanked my shirt off over my head, the fabric scraping my goosebumped skin, leaving my tits out in front of everyone. My heart raced so hard I felt it in my throat, air coming out short and hot. He gripped my waist firm, one hand sliding slow up my back, the other dropping to my hip, guiding me into a slow grind against him.
"Come on, Rafa... distract 'em a bit," he murmured in my ear, his rough voice vibrating against my neck, hot breath giving me shivers all over.
I could feel his hardness pressing against my ass, stiff and hot even through our clothes, and I started rubbing against him slow, just like he wanted. The movement was subtle at first, but it quick turned into a rhythmic grind, my jean shorts chafing against his dick, the friction sending hot waves up my thighs and pooling right in the middle. My body reacted on its own, trembling lightly, breath getting all choppy.
To be continued...