The Next Day
The sun was already shining brightly when I woke up the next morning. Outside, life had long since awakened. The murmuring sounds of the waves could be heard in the distance. However, in that room, life had stopped the night before. I could still feel the sweet throb of my cousin's cock inside me. My poor hole was sore and swollen. I rubbed my eyes, trying to dispel the sleep that still insisted on dominating me and preventing me from being fully awake.
I looked around and there was no sign of Pedro. In the bed, which had been the scene of the most perfect night of my life, there was still his scent. Where he had slept, there was still the heat of his body. I could trace the outline of the place where he had slept. The warmth and smell of his hair was still on the pillow. I buried my face and inhaled deeply, savoring the intoxicating aroma that remained there.
I replayed all the events of the previous night. The kisses and caresses. His body on mine. His mouth on mine. The moment that tore me from youth to adulthood.
The night had slowly dragged on between sex and unspoken words, silences that shouted louder than all the sounds in the world.
We had fallen asleep very late after everything that had happened. I couldn't believe that we had fucked two more times. I still felt something wanting to escape from inside me.
"Fuck, I have to go to the bathroom!" I thought as I tried to hold back the sperm that was still inside me.
I got out of bed and dragged myself to the floor, forcing my shaky legs to walk to the toilet. I was thankful that no one was around. The sound of thick liquid coming out of me, mixed with air, was embarrassing.
“Fuck. This still hurts!” I thought as I relaxed as much as possible. My sphincter was sensitive and everything that passed through it made my face frown in pain.
When I wiped myself, I saw a little blood on the toilet paper.
“Shit… Shit… Shit!” I repeated quietly as I tried to remain calm in a situation that was completely new to me.
A hand knocked on the outside of the door, making me freeze.
“Cousin! Are you there?” Pedro asked in a calm voice. “Can I come in?”
I tried to clean myself as best I could and hide the bloody toilet paper.
“Yes… yes. Come in!” I said in a controlled manner, trying to keep a calm in my voice that I didn’t feel.
Pedro entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
“Are you okay?” he asked with genuine concern in his voice. “You must still be sore.”
I took a deep breath. I tried to control the fear and anguish I was feeling from what I had seen.
“Pedro, I’m bleeding. I’m scared!” I replied, my voice shaking due to the emotions bubbling inside my chest.
Pedro opened his eyes in concern. He came close to me in a flash. “But is it too much? Have you stopped? Show me!” Pedro said with concern visible in his voice.
I shook my head quickly, assuring him that it was just a small amount.
“No… no! I don’t think it’s too much. What if it doesn’t stop? What if my parents find out?” I replied fearfully.
Pedro gently turned me around and made me bend over the sink, spreading my buttocks.
“Damn… it’s beautiful!” he said with a smile on his lips. “It’s just red and swollen. I don’t see any wounds… it’ll go away soon.”
With that, Pedro kissed my swollen and sensitive hole, slowly running his tongue over it while massaging my hips.
I could only let out a deep sigh as his tongue traced circles around my ass, making me shiver. I held on tightly to the sink as my still sensitive ass was being licked.
“Pedro… please! I can’t!” I asked, almost like a plea, for him to stop.
“Yes… yes. You have to rest.”
His voice carried the same tone that a child makes when they’re not allowed to play with their favorite toy.
I looked at him smiling, pulling him closer to me as I sought his mouth with mine.
“Foda-se… I want it too. But you have to wait a little. Let me get better!” I whispered into his mouth.
His face lit up a little and he nodded. I remained trapped in his arms for a while. I let my head rest on his broad, masculine shoulder. I was in heaven. Just being there. Embraced in an instant trapped in time and space, as nothing else existed besides the two of us.
My stomach growled, protesting that I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday.
"Someone's hungry!" he said with a wide smile.
I nodded with an expression of resignation. Even though I was in perfect ecstasy and his body was just what I needed right now, I had to eat something.
"Your mother already made breakfast. Come on," he said, as he led me to the bedroom so I could put something on. I grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt, making myself presentable. In the kitchen, my mother was putting away the last dishes.
"You woke up late today. I made toast and coffee, but they must be cold. You also have orange juice," my mother said with a smile. "Next time, wake up earlier."
I smiled, sitting down to eat, trying to hide the discomfort of sitting. Pedro stood by the refrigerator in the corner of the kitchen, looking at me calmly and sweetly.
My mother looked at Pedro, breaking the small spell that was there.
“Honey, don’t forget that you promised to go with your uncle to buy groceries. He’s waiting for you.” she said calmly.
“I’m going too!” I said at the same time.
“No. I need your help here at home. Besides, you promised to take your sister to the beach.” my mother said.
“But Joana is here too. She can help.” I replied. I really wanted to spend the day with Pedro. To be close to him, even if it was just to look at him.
“I already said no, Luís. Stop insisting. If you made a promise, then you’ll keep it. You didn’t want to take your sister, you didn’t promise.” I said, definitively ending any and all arguments that might arise.
My desperate gaze fell on Pedro. My mother’s decision was absolute. She rarely changed her mind when she made a decision. She had always been like that. She was the most stubborn person I knew.
My silence spoke volumes. I wanted to go with him, to be with him. Everything else was superfluous. Noticing my internal struggle, Pedro shook his head slightly and smiled. That same smile capable of moving the most closed hearts.
“Hey! Cousin. When I get back, let’s go for a walk together. What do you say?” he asked with the same ease with which he had leaned against the fridge watching me eat.
I nodded, fighting the angry tears that were welling up in my eyes. But I knew this was an argument I couldn’t win.
“Ok… ok. I’m going to get things ready to go to the beach with Laura.” I said resignedly.
I went to the bedroom to prepare my swimming trunks, towel and a book to take to the beach. The mechanical movements of putting everything in my backpack, organizing what had to go first, forced me to take my mind off the fact that I wasn’t with Pedro. Until his voice came from behind me.
“Psst! Cousin.” he said softly, almost a whisper.
I jumped in fright, turning to face those sweet eyes that were staring at me. Without me expecting it, he pulled me towards him and took my mouth by storm, while wrapping me in his arms. That was my place. That was the place I wanted to be. It was the place where, in a perfect world, in MY perfect world, I would always be. Protected, loved and kept from everything else around me.
I let him explore my mouth, my lips taking away all the remnants of defences I had built up over the years.
“Shit… I’m counting the minutes until you come back.” I said, looking deep into his eyes, as if seeking salvation.
“I promise I’ll make it up to you. Be good.” he said, giving me one last light kiss before leaving the room.
I heard him greet my father and they got in the car to leave. I took a deep breath. There wasn’t much to do and the day had to pass anyway.
“Laura! Come on.” I called my sister. “Let’s go. Otherwise, we won’t have a good spot on the beach.”
Laura, a girl with honey-coloured hair and brown eyes, nodded. At the age of 6, she had the same determination as my mother. Once she got na idea in her head, there was no way to get it out.
“The books are missing!” she replied calmly.
I looked at her with an inquisitive look.
“Which books, Laura?” I asked, not understanding which books she was referring to.
“Anita’s books! You know I always have to take books to the beach!” she replied exasperatedly, with a decisive expression.
“Well, you’re definitely my sister!” I thought with a smile on my lips. I also didn’t know how to go anywhere without a book to read. It was like an inseparable part of me.
“Have you looked in the room? The books were there yesterday when you went to bed.” I said as I ruffled her hair.
Laura found the books there and I packed everything in the backpack I would take to the beach. I also grabbed some apples and a bottle of water.
I made a small signal and little Laura ran ahead of me. We followed a shortcut that passed through a pine forest and dunes. The soft warmth of the morning, the shade of the pine trees and the path I had already walked many times helped my mind wander through memories. I could feel the heat of Pedro’s kisses on my neck, his hands on my body. The promise of spending some time with him when I returned was not helping to keep my body under control.
“Shit! Not now!” I thought as I put my backpack in front of my body to hide the erection that was stubbornly emerging.
When I got to the beach, I found a tent where I put my things and got ready to spend the day, which looked slow and boring.
It was easy to take care of Laura. She was calm, more entertained with her books and her games. I didn’t need to be constantly watching over her. Even though, as the older brother, I had to look away from the book I was reading, “The Magic Mountain” by Thomas Mann.
“Can time be narrated, time itself, time in itself? Actually, no, that would be a foolish undertaking!”
I smiled. It was the same as catching a wave or stopping the sun from rising. Or me feeling more and more empty with each passing hour.
I looked at the digital Casio watch on my wrist. One o’clock in the afternoon.
“Merda. Time flew by.” I thought as I looked at where Laura was.
“Laura! Hey! We have to go back. It’s lunchtime!” I said to Laura as I packed everything up to go home.
“Psst! Cousin”
Pedro’s unmistakable voice tore through the silence of my thoughts. My heart leapt in my chest. I looked up and there it was. The smile that could shake a mountain. His hands were on his hips as he looked at me with the most careless expression in the world.
“Weren’t you going shopping? What are you doing here so early?” I asked, even though I didn’t care why they had come back so quickly. In reality, I just wanted to know that you were here.
“Your father had to come back early. And I decided to come and pick you up at the beach.” He replied with a shrug.
I looked at Laura, sighing. For a moment I selfishly wished she didn’t exist.
“Well… I have to take her back, don’t I?” I said dejectedly as I looked at Pedro.
If she wasn’t there I wouldn’t even have to go back. Fruit, water and Pedro’s lips and I would stay at the beach all day. A feeling of frustration bubbled up inside me.
While I was lost in my world, Laura had already run towards her cousin and stuck herself to his lap like a limpet.
“Shit! Perfect! Not even a little bit of alone time! Shit all this” I thought as I started to pack my things with a fury that was not characteristic of me.
“Hey! Calm down! Damn it! It’s not the end of the world!” Pedro said with a more serious look. His shaking of his head clearly showed his disapproval of the way I was handling the situation.
I put my backpack on my shoulders and left the beach without bothering to put on a t-shirt. As we walked back, Pedro put Laura down and she ran along the shortcut we always took.
“You have to calm down! Damn it! You can’t be reacting like this. Don’t you think I want to be with you? Don’t you think I don’t want to hold you right here and not let you go until I’ve done what’s eating me up?” Pedro said as he walked beside me.
I looked down at the ground as I walked back home, my heart pounding in my ears.
I was still lost in my thoughts when Pedro pulled me behind a large tree and covered my mouth with his. That wasn’t love or affection. It was desire, passion. Unbridled lust. The heat of his mouth on mine, his hands holding my face and the desire for more. His leg pushing mine apart so he could access the most intimate part of me. For a moment the world around me disappeared. There was nothing else but me, him and that damn tree.
When he pulled away, my lips trembled with the force of the kiss. I stood there, lost, staring into those eyes that said everything without speaking. My breathing was laboured, my heart was beating out of my mouth.
How could he ask me to calm down and then behave like this?
I grabbed his hard cock, trying to pull him in for another kiss, for something more.
“Luís! No! Your sister. We have to go home… please.” I could see his internal struggle. The desire to continue what we were doing and the risk of letting my sister arrive home without us.
“Shit! SHIT!” I shouted.
We ran to get there almost at the same time as Laura. Since it was a short distance, it was easy to overcome the distance that separated us from her.
We sat facing each other at lunch. Everyone knows how difficult it is to maintain normal behaviour when we think that everything can give us away. A look, a touch or just the way we speak to someone can be a give away.
For a few brief seconds our eyes met, just enough for the hidden message to get across. “I want you. Now.”
In fact, the words were not spoken. Nor were they necessary. The glimpses we had were enough for me to know what was on his mind.
“Auntie, Luís and I are going for a walk. I promised I would go with him to the new bar on the beach.” Pedro said.
His voice made me lift my head from my plate. In truth, all the food was still on my plate.
“Ok, son. Behave.” my mother said as a way of advising. “Luís! Do you have any money?”
“Yes… yes!” I lied shamelessly. I didn’t have any money. But I also knew that what I was going to do wouldn’t require any money.
I got up unnecessarily quickly and went to my room, changing into something comfortable, easy to get rid of if necessary. I grabbed my backpack with a few things I might need and left the room, hurriedly saying goodbye to my mother.
On the street, Pedro was leaning against the car with his arms crossed in front of him. He looked at me with that expression that sent shivers through my body.
“Ready?” he asked casually.
“Yes… I am!” I replied, smiling, certain that wherever we were going, it wasn’t to the damn bar.
Pedro got into the car and I followed him, taking the passenger seat. With a smile he drove off smoothly, leaving behind the rented house and the small seaside town.
“Where are we going?” I asked, noticing that the path we were following was familiar to me.
“You have the keys to your house, don’t you?” he said with a smile on his lips. I could see a gleam of determination in his eyes.
I nodded quickly. I felt like a kid in a candy store. My heart was beating too hard in my chest.
I got closer to him, smelling his neck and hair.
“Stop, Luis! Don’t start. I’m driving and I can’t concentrate with you giving me goosebumps like that.”
His hand adjusted the bulge that was growing in the front of his jeans. He moved slightly to find a more comfortable position for his cock that was pushing against the fabric in an obscene way.
When the car stopped next to my house, I felt like my feet had barely touched the ground. I literally ran to open the front door and pulled Pedro into the secret safety of the house.
“Come on… please… come on!” I said in a plea as I pulled him into my room.
In fact, I started kissing him as soon as the front door closed behind us. The kisses were demanding, needy. I missed his mouth, his touch. My skin yearned for his skin. My arms wanted his body. My body wanted his body and it wanted it now!
I led him to my room, already leaving pieces of clothing along the way. I didn’t care where they ended up. In truth, they were just barriers between our bodies. And one thing I was sure of. I longed for his.
“Fuck! Luís… calm down!” I said between breaths cut off by my kisses.
I looked into his eyes. It wasn’t a request that my eyes conveyed to him. It was a plea. A silent prayer of a desire that I couldn’t control.
“Fuck me! Please, fuck me like last night!” I begged like a pilgrim kneeling before the saint of his devotion.
His lips opened a smile and his eyes saw more than my words could say.
Those eyes where I would gladly get lost. Where I would stay forever.
We entered the room and he gently lowered me onto the bed, kissing me tenderly. His lips traced a path of kisses between my mouth and my neck. His hands sought my most sensitive spots, stimulating each one of them.
His mouth sought my nipple, licking, biting and sucking until I moaned with pleasure.
“That’s… beautiful!” he said in a whisper.
He continued to kiss every part of my body, making me shiver with each new kiss and bite. He knew exactly what he was doing. I was just there for the ride and, with a willing abandonment, I let him take me.
It wasn't long before I felt his mouth enveloping the head of my cock. I was dripping pre-cum like a faucet. I felt his tongue tracing circles, taking what was left of my sanity.
I held the sides of his head guiding his rhythm, trying to get him to give me more pleasure. But this wasn't my ride, it wasn't my dance. He was the master. I was just enjoying the guided tour.
He held my wrists next to my hips and continued to suck and lick every part of my cock. This wasn't a blowjob. It was a form of delicious torture. I lifted my hips so that I could get more into his mouth. I wanted more.
"Easy, cousin! Easy." she said as she looked at me with her mouth almost glued to my cock. “We’ve barely started and you already want to finish?”
My rational mind had long since disappeared. I could only articulate sounds, moans and a plea.
“Love me!” I begged.
With that, he took off the rest of the clothes he was still wearing and lay down on top of me.
“Yes,” he replied, looking me so deeply in the eyes that I thought I was drowning in them.
His kiss was different. Calmer and sweeter, while his hand continued to caress my cock.
“Cousin… come on. Suck me,” he said in a whisper.
There was no need to repeat the request. As soon as the words left his mouth, his cock entered mine. I did the best I knew how to please him. I tried to imitate his movements, what he did with his tongue. I let him go as deep as I could until I choked.
His cock slid past my lips, filling my tongue with pre-cum. I couldn’t get enough of that taste. I was so lost in what I was doing that I didn’t even realize that his lips were already wrapping my cock in a velvet embrace.
I moaned with his cock in my mouth, sending vibrations throughout its length. I felt his hands spreading my buttocks and his finger starting that soft dance around my anus. I let go of his cock, which was connected to my mouth by a thick string of drool.
“Caralho! Pedro! I’m going to cum!” I screamed as I grabbed his thighs like someone holding a life preserver. He released my cock by kissing my balls.
“No! Not yet.” he said in a low, seductive voice. He was doing it on purpose. Taking me to the extreme and denying me the ultimate pleasure. And I was loving every minute of that maddening torture.
At that moment, at that instant, I would have done whatever he had asked me to do without thinking twice. In one swift movement he pulled me off of him and grabbed the backpack that had been discarded at the foot of the bed, taking out a small bottle.
“Turn around! Show me that beautiful ass!” he said as he opened the bottle in his hand. I parted my buttocks, exposing my almost virgin anal ring. I was still sore from the blessed night before, but I didn’t care. I wanted that wonderful cock inside me again. Then I felt a thick, cold liquid coming into contact with my ass.
“Pedro! Foda-se!” I shouted, without much coherence in what I was saying.
“Calm down, little cousin! Today is going to be different.” I could hear the lust and desire in his voice.
He inserted a finger, pushing the lubricant he had just poured over my asshole inside me.
“Relax. Let me do this right today!” He said as he pushed his finger deeper and deeper, opening me up again.
As soon as I relaxed, he added a second finger, rotating and moving it, making me writhe in pleasure.
“Pedro… please… Pedro!” I begged.
That sweet torture was excruciating but deliciously seductive. After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled his fingers out of me, only to replace them with something I had long desired. I felt his head enter my sphincter, slowly opening me.
The entire penetration was torturously slow. I could feel every groove, vein and part of that cock. I grabbed the hand that held me by the hips and screamed hard into the pillow that served as support. At that moment, nothing else existed but the sensation of being penetrated by him again. I felt his cock touching every sensitive spot inside me. Taking every space as his own.
I could only moan and mumble incoherent sounds that came from somewhere inside me. Finally, I felt his pubic hair brushing against the soft skin of my buttocks. He was completely inside me. And I felt completely filled by him.
“Foda-se! That’s it… Take a deep breath. You’re fucking tight, cousin!” he said close to my ear.
He began to move slowly, making me whimper in pleasure and pain. I writhed, trying to make him enter me deeper and deeper. I let my head fall back onto the pillow, my buttocks pressed against his pubis.
His pace began to increase and become more demanding. Each thrust drove me closer to madness. I could feel his cock pushing against my insides, rearranging my interior.
I gripped the sheets until my knuckles turned white. It was a perfect mix of pain and pleasure. I didn’t know how to resist and I was becoming totally addicted to that delicious sensation.
“Pedro… You’re… Foda-se… So deep!” I said uncontrollably.
Everything else disappeared as he pushed his cock inside me. With each thrust I was driven beyond the limits of sanity. He kept thrusting in me. The room was filled by the sounds of flesh slapping on flesh. Wetness being pushed and obscene sounds of his cock entering my tight ass.
Without saying a word, he pulled out of me completely, laying me on my back. He placed my knees on his shoulders and entered me again without ever losing rhythm.
The scream that came from my mouth was drowned out by the urgent kiss he gave me. Each thrust made my body shake.
I hugged him as if my life depended on the contact with his body. His cock continued to penetrate the deepest part of me, eliciting sighs and moans with each thrust.
“Luís… I’m almost there!” he said in a plea.
My cock, which had been neglected until now, was grabbed by him. He began to massage it in time with his thrusts, bringing me to an orgasm that almost made me lose consciousness. The rhythmic contractions of my anal muscles pushed him beyond his limit and with a grunt he buried his cock in me and spilled his seed, filling me until it began to escape from the sides of his cock.
We stayed like that, embraced in that dizziness that precedes orgasm. My breath was cut off by his own sighs.
I looked deep into his eyes, those eyes that were driving me to the sweetest of madness and, in the confusion of the post-orgasm in which my body was still being shaken by involuntary contractions of my muscles, I said:
“I love you.”
My voice almost a whisper.
His eyes opened wide. He let out a deep sight.
“I know…” he said looking away from my eyes.
