Claudia's first time with her neighbors

Sunlight filtered through the curtains in her room, casting a golden glow on her skin. Claudia stood in front of the mirror, examining her reflection intently. She had left behind her childish bras with floral prints and naive lace, and was now wearing a new one, lilac and delicately laced, with semi-transparent cups that barely covered what was necessary, revealing the fullness of her young, smooth skin.

The thin straps hugged her shoulders with subtle firmness, while a small satin bow at the center of the neckline added a playful touch. She adjusted the straps, letting her fingers slowly slide along the edges of the garment, feeling the softness of the fabric and how it enhanced her rounded, firm breasts. The low cut of the bra made her curves seem more pronounced, drawing a silhouette that seemed designed to be admired.

It was a little treat she had bought in secret, something her mother would surely disapprove of if she found out, but it gave her an electrifying thrill every time she wore it. It was as if in putting it on, a new version of herself emerged: bolder, more aware of the impact she could have on others.

For the first time, her reflection did not look like that of a girl. The T-shirt she put on, tight and with a discreet but revealing neckline, only accentuated that feeling. The lines of her body, previously ignored, now seemed to acquire a prominence that was impossible to ignore.

She absentmindedly caressed the hem of her jeans, feeling a strange but pleasurable tingle as she noticed how her body was changing. The jeans, low-rise and tight, hugged the curve of her hips in a way that highlighted her natural shape, as if they were made to flatter her figure.

Each of her movements accentuated the contour of her narrow waist and the roundness of her hips, creating a silhouette that could no longer be ignored.

It wasn't just her reflection that captured her attention, but how the eyes of others seemed to linger on her in ways they hadn't before. There was something new in the looks she received: a mix of surprise, desire and bewilderment that gave her a bittersweet feeling. On the one hand, it unsettled her; on the other, she couldn't help but enjoy it.

In front of the mirror, she tilted her hips slightly, mischievously assessing how her figure was accentuated by that simple gesture. She bit her lower lip, letting out a daring smile as her hand slowly traced the line of her cleavage, as if she wanted to test how far she could allow herself to be provoked.

The small silver piercing in her navel sparkled in the light, a symbol of rebellion that had cost her more than one confrontation with her parents. She remembered the heated arguments, the pleadings, the punishments, and finally the unexpected surrender. Her mother had said it was a "vulgar fashion," but now, as she watched it shine against her skin, she could only feel pride for having achieved it.

She played with a lock of her dark hair, letting it fall over one of her shoulders as she tilted her head and tried on a different smile: flirtatious, suggestive, bolder than she would have ever allowed herself outside of that room. The girl staring back at her from the mirror seemed to know a secret she hadn't shared with anyone yet, a truth that was hidden in her movements and in the way she now seemed to enjoy her own image.

She had first noticed it the previous evening, at the corner store. She had hurried in, looking for something to quench her thirst, when the shopkeeper, an older man with an intense gaze, offered her a smile that was too wide, almost as if he were already sizing her up.

As she reached for a bottle of water, his eyes, heavy and brazen, slid slowly down her cleavage, lingering for a moment too long on the barely visible curve of her collarbones, hinting at the beginning of her breasts. The way he looked at her was fleeting, but bold enough to ignite a spark in Claudia, a mix of discomfort and something darker, something she didn't quite understand.

“Can I help you with anything else, kiddo?” the shopkeeper said, his voice a little deeper, as he handed her the bottle of water.

His gaze remained fixed on Claudia, as if every word, every movement of hers, was imbued with a hidden intention, a wordless message that filled the space between them.

"It's for you, a little gift," he added, and his tone of voice made it clear that he wasn't just talking about the water.

The touch of his hands as he handed her the bottle was like a small electric shock, and although Claudia tried to hide her bewilderment, a current of something exciting ran through her from top to bottom.

That night, as she tried to fall asleep, the shopkeeper's lustful gaze settled into her mind, almost tangible. She remembered how his gaze had slid over her body, and as it did, something inside her awakened.

A tickling sensation began to run through her belly, soft but persistent, as if an electric wire had been activated on her skin. Instinctively, she squeezed her thighs together, feeling the pressure of her legs closing in, as if that image still touched her, still enveloped her. She didn't know how to name the sensation, but she did know that something had changed, something inside her had begun to move in a way she couldn't ignore.

And then there was the reaction of the neighbor's son, Javier. A boy who had always been kind, almost invisible to her, but who lately seemed clumsier around her. That same morning, seeing her return from the market with the bags, he offered to help her. Claudia accepted, more out of curiosity than necessity, and was delighted to notice how his hands trembled slightly as he took the bags. As she brushed her fingers, he immediately blushed, lowering his gaze, and she couldn't help but smile.

There was something fascinating about seeing how her once innocuous gestures could now trigger reactions in others. It was a new, raw power that she was cautiously beginning to explore. She wondered if this change was in her body, in her attitude, or in something deeper that was just beginning to awaken.

In front of the mirror, Claudia slid her fingertips down her neck, following the curve of her collarbone, a path she had always known well, but which now seemed to awaken something different in her.

With an almost fearful gentleness, his hands moved down the neckline of her shirt, feeling the fabric adjust to her skin. The touch of his fingers caused a warm wave to spread across her chest. When he reached the edge of her lilac bra, he felt the fabric press against her skin, and a small shiver ran through her.

She closed her eyes for a moment, allowing the heat to build under her fingers, until an unexpected pressure was felt on her nipples, which were beginning to harden, causing a slight pain that was, however, completely pleasurable. The little girl she was before would never have dared to do this, but now, with each touch, she felt something inside her change, her body responding with a need she no longer wanted to hide.

It hadn’t always been like this. She remembered how, just a couple of months ago, her body had begun to change faster than her friends’. While they were still wearing loose t-shirts and barely noticing the first signs of their own curves, Claudia was already dealing with furtive glances and comments that made her uncomfortable. At first, she tried to hide it: wearing looser clothing, slouching slightly, avoiding any gesture that might draw attention.

One afternoon at the pool, Claudia experienced a turning point she hadn’t expected. She put on her pink bikini, with a white heart print, the same one she had worn with confidence the previous summer. However, as she looked in the dressing room mirror, something didn’t feel right. The bikini top, which had previously fit perfectly, was now barely able to contain the new volume of her breasts, leaving the edges of the triangles of fabric dangerously exposed.

The bottom part, meanwhile, seemed to be tightening more than expected, rubbing against her skin in an uncomfortable way. Without thinking, she began to adjust the knots on either side of her hip, but there was no way to hide the obvious: her body was no longer the same, it had changed, and she couldn't ignore it.

That afternoon, as she stepped out into the sun, she noticed how the gazes were fixed on her with a different intensity. Some boys her age turned around discreetly, while others made no attempt to hide their interest. Even adults seemed to find excuses to pass by where she and her friends were sitting.

At first, this made her very uncomfortable. She covered herself with a towel for a good part of the day, avoiding going into the water so as not to feel more exposed.

But a part of her began to notice something else: the way gazes lingered on her a second longer than necessary, how some of those eyes seemed unable to tear themselves away from her skin as they glistened under the water. It was strange, even disconcerting, but not entirely unpleasant. In fact, something inside her began to stir, a subtle fire between her thighs, a warm feeling she couldn’t ignore, even if she tried to downplay it.

While her friends laughed carefree and played in the water, oblivious to what was happening around them, Claudia learned to deal with her first insecurities, with the weight of expectations and the discomfort of feeling exposed before her time. But something had changed. That initial displeasure began to transform into curiosity, then into something that almost seemed like a game.

And not only that, something in her was beginning to awaken when she looked at the boys as well. Whereas before she had barely noticed them, now her attention was unconsciously drawn to their broad shoulders, the way their arms tensed when carrying something or walking, and how their hands, firm and sure, seemed to have a calm strength that drew her in.

Unintentionally, his gaze lingered on them, on their confident gestures, on the way they occupied the space around them with that attitude so distinctive of those who lead, as if their presence were a magnet.

It was something new to her, something she didn't fully understand, but which she found incredibly intriguing nonetheless. The laughter of her friends, their carefree conversations, seemed so far away in those moments when Claudia felt drawn to that masculinity, that silent power that she now found impossible not to notice.

She couldn't deny that the stares didn't bother her as much anymore. She had begun to notice the power she could wield without even trying. The nervous faces of the boys, the gawking expressions of older men, even the slight frown of some woman as they passed by her... all of it was like a reflection of what she was discovering herself.

But there was something else, something closer. The glances of certain family members, like her uncle, who seemed to pause for a second longer when his eyes met hers. Sometimes, when he sat at the table or at family gatherings, she could feel his gaze more intense, more fixed, and although he never said anything openly, Claudia noticed it.

He didn't know how to use that attention yet, or even if he wanted to. But for the first time, he felt like he had power, and it gave him a sweet vertigo, like when you stand over the edge of something immense.

Something had changed in her and summer was coming to an end. That meant returning to her routine: the school hallways, the chats with her friends, the more obvious glances of the boys. However, now she felt that her body no longer belonged only to her, but to all those eyes that were watching her.

A few weeks later, as she walked down the street, now in her school uniform, the sun was beginning to set, turning the buildings around her orange. With each step, her skirt, now shorter, moved gently with the rhythm of her walk, brushing against her thighs with a light but conscious sensation, like a furtive touch that never failed to catch her attention.

The afternoon heat intensified, causing the fabric to cling slightly to her hips, and the wind lifted it from time to time, leaving her with an almost electric sensation on her skin. As she approached the corner store, an impulse made her veer off course, as if something was pushing her to enter. The familiar jingle of the bell as the door opened greeted her, and a cool breeze enveloped her, as the aromas of the store mingled in the warm afternoon air.

The shopkeeper was standing behind the counter, as always, but something in his eyes when he saw her enter was different. This time, there was no friendly smile or routine courtesy.

His gaze slid over her figure, like a slow, deliberate examination. Feeling his gaze scanning her, Claudia noticed how her tighter blouse clung to her breasts, highlighting her curves in a way that did not go unnoticed. The lace of her bra, subtly translucent beneath the thin fabric, was visible through the fabric, making her nipples appear with each movement.

Claudia felt a heat rise up her neck, but something inside her awakened, a desire to play, to see how far this game would go. Their eyes met, and for an instant, the air became dense, charged with a silent tension.

"Well, what do we have here today?" the shopkeeper asked, his voice deep and low, full of an intention that he no longer tried to conceal, as if he no longer saw in her a simple customer, but something more... something he wanted to devour.

Claudia looked at him with a smile that left no room for doubt. There was something about his body, the way he moved, that made her feel powerful now. Something that she herself hadn't fully understood, but that was revealed in every interaction, in every glance.

A shiver ran down her spine as she felt the intensity of his gaze, a strange mix of doubt and desire. But at the same time, that tension made her sway a little more, as if the air itself had become thicker between them.

“Just water,” she replied, her voice soft but filled with a new confidence, as she approached the counter. Her eyes never left his for a second, reveling in the power she felt from having him so close. With a nonchalant gesture, she added, “ And… a popsicle.”

The shopkeeper, upon hearing her, couldn't help but smile subtly. The tension in the air was palpable, and Claudia sensed it instantly.

She took the water from his hands, letting their fingers brush against each other, an almost casual gesture, but one she knew would not go unnoticed. The texture of the cool plastic made her aware of the closeness, of what that simple touch could mean. As she did so, her eyes never stopped searching for his, silently challenging him, enjoying the way his gaze remained fixed on hers, as if they shared an unspoken secret.

With the lollipop in her hand, she brought it to her lips with deliberate slowness, as if each movement was perfectly calculated to lengthen the moment. The candy touched her lips, warm at first, then slowly melted, leaving a trail of sugar that dissolved on her tongue with each movement, gently. Her tongue explored the surface of the candy, tasting every corner of its texture, enjoying how the sweetness spread through her mouth, filling her with a warm and pleasurable sensation.

But it was the shopkeeper's gaze, fixed and attentive, that transformed the taste of the sweet into something even more intense, something that vibrated deep in his throat. A gesture so simple, but charged with a palpable tension, with an intention that did not need words to be understood.

The shopkeeper watched her in silence, absorbed in the gentle movement of her lips as she tasted the lollipop, as if each movement of her mouth hypnotized him. The tension in the air increased with each second, his gaze fixed on her, not missing a detail of how the sweetness of the candy seemed to touch not only her lips, but also her gestures, her expression. Finally, in a deep and slow voice, as if he could hardly detach himself from his fascination, he asked her:

—Would you like anything else? Claudia looked at him with a sparkle in her eyes, without answering immediately, and then, with a soft smile, she replied:

—Maybe next time —her voice was softer, almost a whisper, as if she were leaving a promise floating in the air. Without taking her eyes off him, she turned around and began walking towards the door. Just before leaving, she stopped for a moment, threw one last smile, subtle but full of insinuation, as if she hadn't said everything she had in mind. With a slight nod, she added in a low voice—: See you later... —and with that whisper, she left in the air the feeling that what had begun had not yet come to an end.

Claudia returned home with her mind still wrapped in the sweet taste of the popsicle and the penetrating gaze of the shopkeeper. There was something in the air, a current of tension that followed her even after crossing the door of her house. As she entered, the familiar sound of the home welcomed her, but it was a presence in the garden that made her pause for a moment.

The neighbors' children were outside, playing soccer. The youngest, Javier, who was her age, had that characteristic shyness that sometimes made him seem invisible. He was crouched down, picking up the ball that had rolled away, with his hands in his pockets, as if looking for excuses not to intervene too much. Claudia found it hard not to smile at his reserved attitude; however, today her attention was focused on her older brother, Andrés.

Andrés had always been different. With his easygoing attitude and confident smile, it wasn't hard to understand why he was the center of everyone's attention. Tall, with intense eyes and the way he spoke, as if he was sure that whatever he said had value, gave him a magnetic air. And right there, as Claudia approached the garden, he threw a challenging glance in her direction, as if he wasn't just interested in the trivial conversation she imagined.

"How are you, Claudia?" Andrés said, his tone almost mocking, but with a glint of interest that did not go unnoticed.

Claudia smiled playfully, without thinking too much about it. The tension in the air was palpable, as if he was testing the boundaries without crossing them, and she, somehow, was enjoying the game.

"Everything's fine," she replied in a casual tone, moving a little closer. Javier watched in silence, almost hidden in his own insecurity, his gaze fixed on the ball as his brother and Claudia exchanged words.

The interaction between Claudia and Andrés became more and more palpable, more and more explicit, as he continued to make quick, provocative comments, his glances sliding down Claudia's thighs, without any concealment, and then stopping briefly on her breasts, before returning to her eyes.

Every time their eyes met, there was a silent boldness that spoke volumes. It was as if they were measuring the space between them, assessing what was not being said in words. Andrés made no attempt to hide his interest, and it was clear in every gesture, in every glance.

"So you're back from school?" Andrés asked, with a smile that suggested something more than the question showed.

Claudia couldn't help but laugh. The tone he used, the way he approached her without shame, made her feel something she didn't know how to define exactly. It was a challenge, a dance between two people who, without saying it explicitly, knew they were flirting.

"Yes, I just got back," she replied with a fleeting glance at Javier, who was now almost hidden by his own shyness, not daring to intervene, but clearly aware of what was happening between his brother and Claudia.

The conversation continued to flow, but now Andrés maintained a confident, almost defiant attitude, while Claudia delighted in every word, every look he gave her.

She knew she was the centre of his attention, and she enjoyed it without reservation. Her pose, provocative and calculated, left nothing to the imagination: the short, pleated skirt rose slightly with each movement, revealing her thighs, while the fitted blouse marked every curve of her body, outlining the outline of her breasts.

She knew that her presence alone—the way she moved, the way she held his gaze—was enough to keep Andrés in a state of palpable tension. She saw it in his rigid shoulders, in the way his fingers fidgeted nervously.

Javier's presence, though more silent, added weight to the atmosphere. His gaze, discreet but fixed, intensified the discomfort in the air, as if the space between them was slowly shrinking. This tacit game became more exciting, more risky.

Claudia felt it. That connection with Andrés, so direct, so charged, left a strange taste in her mouth—a mix of desire and danger. Something was changing, something she could no longer ignore.

The murmur of conversation died down. Andrés smiled. It was just a gesture, but Claudia read it instantly. There was nothing innocent about that smile.

“Would you like to sit down for a while?” he asked calmly. His voice was soft, but his intention was anything but subtle. “The living room is more private. The couch is more comfortable.”

Claudia raised an eyebrow, as if considering the invitation, though deep down she already knew the answer. The weight of her gaze said it all.

"I guess a little comfort never hurt," he finally replied, his tone making it clear he was in no hurry to get out of this game.

Even though she felt a slight shiver of fear run down her spine, she didn't back down. She knew she could always say no, get up and go back to the safety of her home. But she didn't want to do that. Not yet. There was something in the tension of the moment, in the looks on Andrés and Javier's faces, that invited her to see how far she could go, to test those limits she had never dared to cross.

Javier's presence seemed more distant now, as if the conversation no longer included him entirely. Claudia could feel his gaze following her, fixed, analyzing, but not intervening. Something in the air had changed.

The walk to the living room was short, but each step seemed heavier, more burdened, as if the space between them was closing.

The softly lit room suddenly seemed more private, more enclosed. The wide sofa, with its sunken cushions, presented a perfect setting for what was to come. Andrés led her there, his fingers just barely brushing the small of her back as he invited her to sit. The touch was enough to make Claudia’s skin crawl.

From across the room, Javier didn’t move. His posture remained relaxed, but his eyes spoke. There was nothing casual about the way he observed the scene, as if he understood exactly what was at stake.

Andrés settled back on the couch, letting his arm rest on the back of the chair, closer to Claudia than necessary. The softness of his tone contrasted with the intensity of his gaze.

"There's no one else in the house today," he said, almost like a confession, but with a calculated nuance, measured to provoke.

Claudia looked up, meeting his eyes. She understood instantly. The message was there, naked, in the thick air between them. Privacy. Opportunity.

She bit her lip softly, pretending she needed time to process it. But she didn’t. She had understood it even before he said it. Andrés was older. Six years older than her. That difference had always been there, even when they were younger and he already had something in his attitude that made her feel small, as if she were a child playing at being an adult.

But now she didn't want to be seen as a child. Not in front of him.

Her body gave it away. Her thighs were tense, clenched as if trying to contain the mounting pressure between her legs. The heat was beginning to spread. She knew Andres could see it, could feel it in the way her chest rose and fell a little faster, in the way her skirt bunched under the strain of her crossed legs.

And he enjoyed it.

Andrés kept his posture relaxed, but his eyes spoke of something else, something darker and more determined. His fingers drummed softly on the cushion, as if he were holding back the urge to touch her. To take her.

Javier, meanwhile, remained silent on the other side of the room. He was a mute spectator, a helpless witness. His jaw was tense, but he didn't move. He couldn't.

Claudia felt it, that duality in the scene: Andrés's hungry anticipation and Javier's pent-up frustration. And somehow, both of them fueled the fire burning inside her.

Andrés turned on the TV and browsed through the options with calculated calm, as if he were looking for something in particular. Claudia watched him out of the corner of her eye, wondering if she was being paranoid or if he was really selecting something tailor-made for that moment. Then she found it.

The title appeared on the screen accompanied by sensual images, bodies intertwined, looks full of desire. Claudia felt a tingle run down her spine. It was not a casual choice. It was a statement.

The opening scenes filled the room with whispers, ragged breathing, and muted moans that mingled with the ambient sounds of the film. The screen showed more skin than expected for a “casual” evening. Claudia bit her lip.

"I hope it doesn't bother you," Andrés murmured, leaning slightly towards her, his breath brushing her ear.

Claudia smiled, trying to appear in control. “Not at all.”

Andrés let out a low laugh, as if he had been waiting for that answer. His hand, which until then had been resting on the back of the sofa, moved subtly down, brushing her shoulder before sliding along the curve of her arm. A light touch, but intentional.

The screen showed a woman slowly unbuttoning her blouse, revealing bare skin under the dim light. Claudia couldn't help but notice the parallel between the scene and her own blouse, so tight that the soft lines of her pastel-colored bra were visible.

Javier, on the other side of the room, shifted in his seat. Claudia felt his gaze like an involuntary caress, more intense because he didn't dare hold it for too long.

Andrés, on the other hand, did not take his eyes off her.

"That color suits you," he whispered, sliding his fingers up to brush the edge of her pleated skirt, dropping the sentence as if he were talking about the bra barely visible beneath the white fabric.

Claudia swallowed, feeling her skin heat up under the attention of both men. She knew what was happening. Andrés was slowly increasing the tension, while Javier, mute and motionless, watched every move.

She liked it and, above all, she liked feeling desired. By one, by both.

Andrés wasted no time. His hand, firm but controlled, slowly moved up Claudia's thigh, sliding his fingers under the folds of her skirt. She held her breath, but didn't pull away. On the contrary, she parted her legs just a little more, as if that movement were tacit permission for him to continue.

It was the first time a man had transgressed those limits with her, dared to cross that implicit barrier. And, to her surprise, she was liking it. She felt the adrenaline rush through her body, a dangerous mix of nervousness and desire that kept her still, but expectant.

Andrés noticed it. He saw it in the way her thighs wouldn't close, in the way her breathing quickened without her being able to hide it. He tightened his grip a little more, making it clear that he wasn't going to stop.

Claudia, instead of backing away, leaned a little towards him, letting herself be carried away by that forbidden sensation that she didn't want to stop.

The movie kept flashing provocative images on the screen, but neither of them paid attention. Claudia tilted her head slightly toward Andrés, letting her hair fall over one shoulder, revealing the line of her neck. She knew what she was doing. She knew Javier was still there, motionless, but watching.

Andrés' gaze never left Claudia's blouse. Her pastel-colored bra was hinted at beneath the tight fabric, and he seemed intent on discovering more. With confident movements, he slid his fingers to the top buttons and slowly unbuttoned them, one by one. Claudia felt the cold air of the room caress her exposed skin, but she made no attempt to cover herself.

"You've grown a lot," Andrés whispered, his deep voice vibrating in her ear.

Claudia smiled, but didn’t respond. Instead, she arched her back a little more, causing her blouse to give way and fall open even further. The delicate cups of her bra, barely covering her, left the rounded edge of her breasts exposed, the soft, taut skin peeking through beneath the translucent fabric. Andrés slid his fingers along the edge, playing with it, tugging lightly as if he were about to pull it down, but stopping just short.

Claudia felt the heat rise through her body as she imagined Javier's eyes fixed on her, watching every movement, every touch. She knew he could see everything from where she was: the swaying of her breasts as she breathed harder, her hardened nipples showing under the fabric. And that only turned her on more, making her press her legs together as her body begged for more.

Andrés took advantage of his position and, without unbuttoning her bra, slowly lowered the cups, freeing Claudia's breasts. Her fair skin stood out under the dim light, and her small, soft pink areolas seemed to fit perfectly with the innocent freshness she radiated. They were delicate, virgin to any caress other than his own, and that only fueled the desire in Andrés's eyes.

Her nipples, already taut, hardened even further under the cool air that caressed her bare skin, sending a shiver down her spine. They felt sensitive, almost sore, as if the exposure made them throb with need. Andrew cupped them in his hands, enjoying the softness before running his thumbs over them in slow circles, squeezing them just barely enough to draw a ragged sigh from her.

Claudia closed her eyes for a moment, surprised by the intensity of the sensation. She had never felt them like this, so vulnerable, so exposed to another body that was not her own. That slight pain, mixed with pleasure, made her bite her lip, trying to contain the moan that threatened to escape. Andrés noticed it and smiled, leaning down to capture them with his mouth while his fingers continued to explore her.

She closed her eyes, feeling the contrast between the warmth of his lips and the freshness of her own naked skin. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, letting herself be carried away by these new sensations, by the transgression and the morbidity of being touched by someone else for the first time.

She let out a ragged breath but kept her composure, letting Andrés take control as her eyes flicked to Javier for a second. He was there. Watching.

There was no doubt that he was enjoying it as much as they were.

Javier didn't move. He was there, watching them openly, his eyes fixed on Claudia's half-naked body as Andrés devoured her with his hands and mouth. His breathing was heavy, and although he tried to remain impassive, the bulge in his pants gave him away. There was no way to hide what he felt.

It was desire, yes, but also something darker and more confusing. A knot in his stomach, a mixture of guilt and frustration that kept him immobile. He had grown up with Claudia. He remembered the afternoons when they played together, when she ran barefoot through the garden with her dresses covered in dirt, climbed trees without fear and dared him to follow her.

But, as often happens, they parted ways without realizing it. She started spending more time with her friends, talking about things he didn't understand, while he took refuge in video games and small talk with other boys. And, somehow, they stopped seeing each other.

Until a few months ago. The memory hit him.

Claudia, standing in front of her house, struggling to carry some heavy bags from the supermarket. And he, like a fool, running to help her.

“Thank you, Javier,” she had said, with that casual smile that left him uncomfortably aware of her tanned legs and the way her shirt clung to her body.

Now he saw her differently. She wasn't the girl from kindergarten. She was a woman, with her legs spread wide under her brother's hands, moaning on the sofa without shame. And Javier couldn't look away.

Javier clenched his fists, remembering all those times when Andrés had joked about her, whispering dirty comments about her long legs, her breasts that seemed to grow every time he saw her, or that round, perfect ass that moved as if she knew exactly what she did to her. He always told her the same thing, as if it were a joke, but with that tone that put her nerves on edge:

—Brother, hurry up before someone else fucks her first.

Javier always laughed uncomfortably, pretending he didn’t care, that he didn’t think of Claudia that way. But he did. He did it every time he saw her walking down the street in her school uniform or when she bent down to pick something up and he couldn’t help but stare. Now she was there, spread eagle for his brother, moaning like a whore on the couch, and Javier felt like he was going to lose his mind.

But he didn't look away. He couldn't. Every moan from Claudia, every ragged breath, kept him rooted to the spot. Part of him wanted to stop, but another part... the part that was now throbbing between his legs... just wanted to keep watching.

Andrés didn't hesitate. His hand slid firmly down Claudia's neck, tangling his fingers in her hair as he guided her to kneel on the couch in front of him. His voice, low and gravelly, echoed in the heavy silence of the room.

—I want to see you, Claudia. I want you to show me what you can do.

Claudia swallowed, but obeyed. Her knees sank into the cushion, feeling the soft fabric of the couch caress her bare skin beneath her skirt. Her blouse was still open, leaving her breasts exposed above her bra, her nipples prominent and sensitive to the warm air in the room.

As she leaned down, the pleated skirt slid even higher, leaving her thighs bare and revealing, without reservation, the delicate lace panties she wore underneath. The pastel shade, matching her bra, stood out in contrast to the smoothness of her buttocks, adding an air of femininity that seemed almost innocent, but which, at that moment, only fueled the desire in the room.

Her butt, raised and tense due to her posture, was perfectly exposed to his gaze. Javier shifted in his seat, unable to take his eyes off that image while Andrés, with confident movements, slowly unbuttoned his pants, freeing his erection as if that scene already belonged to him.

On the screen, as if planned, the movie showed exactly the same scene. A woman kneeling, lips parted, ready to please the man in front of her. Andrés noticed the coincidence and smiled, leaning towards her.

—Look at that. Exactly like that. I want you to learn quickly.

Claudia looked up, nervous but excited. Her breathing was erratic, but she didn’t take her eyes off Andres. A shadow of doubt crossed her mind, like a last vestige of resistance. Was she ready for this? Did she really want to do this?

She remembered the hungry stares she had received so many times. The shopkeeper and his predatory gaze, the veiled advances of classmates, the brazen glances on the bus and the subway. She knew she could attract them, that she aroused desires. They had proven that to her too many times.

But this was different. There was no superficial play or flirtation here. Here she was giving herself over, surrendering to an experience she had imagined but never lived. And as Andrés looked at her, with that mix of trust and hunger, and Javier watched from a distance like a silent witness, Claudia knew she wasn’t going to stop. This too was part of her process, of discovering who she was, what she wanted.

“I’ve never… I’ve never done this,” she whispered, but her words weren’t a rejection. They were a confession. And as she said it, she felt more exposed than ever.

The confession fell like a flash in the room. Javier shifted at the other end, the tension making him grit his teeth as he watched her. Andrés, on the other hand, smiled with a predatory glint in his eyes.

—Perfect. Then I'll be the first to show you how it's done.

With one hand, he guided her trembling fingers to his erection, forcing her to wrap around him.

—Slowly, that's it... Don't worry. Just follow what I do.

Claudia felt the heat on her cheeks and the weight of both men's eyes on her. On the screen, the synchronized moans of the movie filled the room, mixing with Andrés's heavy breathing. She knew she couldn't back out now.

Andrés wasted no time. With the confidence of someone who knew exactly what he wanted, he slid his fingers through Claudia’s hair, gently tangling them as he guided her towards him. His voice dropped to a whisper, heavy with intent, as he tilted his head towards her.

—Slide it in slowly, watch me as you do it. —His tone was raw, not disguising the power he felt at that moment. On the screen, a similar scene was unfolding: a woman surrendered, following the instructions of a man who possessed her with every word.

Claudia swallowed and let her trembling fingers reach the base of his erection, feeling the warmth of the skin in contrast to Andrés's cold control. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to block out the conflicting emotions that fought inside her, but when she opened them, Andrés's eyes were still fixed on hers. There was something imperative in his gaze that told her to continue.

At the same time, Javier couldn't resist any longer. His body was tense, his breathing ragged, and the sight of Claudia leaning over Andrés pushed him over the edge. His hand ran down the waistband of his pants, seeking relief as he watched the scene with a mix of desire and guilt.

Claudia, aware of the intensity of the moment, let her own instincts take over. With her other hand, shaky but determined, she slid down her legs, stopping just at the edge of her panties. The brush of her fingers against the damp fabric was enough to draw a strangled gasp from her. The vulnerability of the act, the rawness of Andrés’s words, and the certainty that Javier was watching her, only intensified her need.

On the screen, the woman had taken control, giving herself over to pleasure in an explicit manner. Andrés smiled, satisfied with what he saw both on the screen and in front of him. His fingers slid down Claudia's jaw, forcing her to look at him.

“Do it like in the movie,” he said, his tone demanding, loaded with an authority Claudia didn’t question.

She complied, her movements clumsy at first, but filled with a growing desire she couldn’t hide. Her other hand continued to explore herself, seeking the relief that only seemed within reach at that forbidden moment. Javier, on the verge of an inescapable climax, pressed his lips together, unable to tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding in front of him.

Claudia let her lips gently brush over Andres’ tip, feeling the pulsing heat against her tongue before opening further to receive him. Her breathing was erratic, but she didn’t stop. Her movements were clumsy at first, guided by Andres’ firm hands, which tangled in her hair, controlling the pace.

“That's it... just like that,” he growled, closing his eyes for a moment before looking back at her.

Claudia let herself go, quickly adapting to the rhythm he was setting, while his own hand continued to explore between her legs. The contrast between Andrés' control and her own surrender turned her on even more. The moisture in her panties grew as her fingers moved more insistently, following the rhythm of her movements on Andrés.

Andres let out a deep moan, pulling at her hair harder as his other hand moved down to one of her exposed breasts, pinching the nipple that still looked taut and pink.

“Look at me,” he ordered in a hoarse voice.

Claudia complied, looking up. Her lips slid more firmly, sucking and swirling her tongue around him as if she had done this before, though the tension in her legs and the trembling in her hands betrayed otherwise.

On screen, the scene was intensifying, but Claudia barely had room to process it. All she could feel was the increasing pressure between her thighs and the heat of Andrés in her mouth. Her own hand moved frantically over the damp fabric as Andrés began to lose control.

“God... don't stop...” he growled, thrusting his hips forward as she took him without backing down.

Claudia felt Andres tense, his muscles contracting just before he climaxed. His hand tightened in her hair as she let out a long, breathy moan.

The sensation and the sound dragged her with him. His fingers found the exact spot, and the built-up pressure exploded inside her. Her body trembled as she gripped the couch for balance.

The room fell silent, broken only by their heavy breathing. Javier, in the corner, struggled to regain his composure, but his eyes remained fixed on Claudia's trembling body and Andrés's satisfied face.

Andrés didn't give her time to breathe. As soon as she recovered from her climax, he gently pulled her hair to raise her head and forced her to look at him. His face had a mixture of satisfaction and possessiveness that made Claudia feel a shiver run down her spine.

"Now you're ready," Andrés said with a crooked smile, more mocking than it should be. "And don't think for a second that this is over."

Claudia opened her mouth to respond, but she didn't have time. Javier, who had remained silent until then, abruptly stood up, breaking the moment.

“Enough!” she said, a palpable tension in her voice. Her gaze darted between Andrés and Claudia, trying to regain some control over the situation. “Enough is enough.”

“Enough for who?” Andrés replied, not letting go of her. His fingers were still tangled in her hair as he kept her leaning over him. “She doesn’t seem to want to stop. Or does she, Claudia?”

The question hung in the air, heavy with intent. Claudia swallowed, feeling the weight of both of their gazes on her. Part of her mind was screaming at her to get out of there, to end it all before it got any more intense. But another part, the one still vibrating from what had just happened, wanted to stay.

"You don't have to continue if you don't want to," Javier added, softer this time, as if he were trying to reach her despite the desire evident in his own voice.

Claudia opened her mouth to respond, but it was then that the sound of the engine turning off broke them out of their trance. The car stopped in front of the brothers' house, bringing them back abruptly to reality.

"Well, it seems that privacy is over," Andrés said, finally letting go of her, but not before giving her hair one last tug that made Claudia look at him with an internal tremor that she couldn't hide.

Claudia hurriedly fixed her blouse and skirt, noticing how her hands trembled as she did so. She pulled her bra up over her breasts in a hurried movement that did not go unnoticed by either of them, igniting the tension in the air once again.

She pulled her skirt down over her bottom, tugging at the hem as if that would erase what had happened minutes before, and did up the buttons of her blouse with clumsy fingers. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to bring some order to it as her pulse continued to hammer in her ears.

Without looking at either of them, she opened the door to the living room and quickly stepped out, feeling the cool air against her still burning skin.

The two brothers stood in the living room, watching her walk away. Javier was the first to speak.

—What the hell do you think you're doing?

Andrés let out a low laugh, leaning back in his seat with a triumphant smile.

—What you never had the courage to do.

Javier gritted his teeth, but before he could answer, he watched Claudia disappear behind the door of her house. His mind was divided between desire and guilt.

Claudia ran into her house, closing the door behind her and leaning against it, her breathing still labored. She ran up the stairs, feeling the fabric of her skirt brush against her still sensitive thighs. When she reached her room, she let herself fall back against the door, closing her eyes for a moment.

Her mind went over every detail of what had happened. How a simple game of teasing had escalated to leave her on her knees on the couch, her lips wrapped around Andrés's penis, giving herself over to something she had never imagined. And Javier… Javier watching her the whole time, not intervening, but not looking away.

She bit her lower lip, feeling a dangerous mix of adrenaline and excitement as her chest rose and fell. She knew what she had done. She knew what that made her in anyone's eyes.

A fox.

The word crossed her mind, but instead of embarrassment, a slow, almost defiant smile spread across her lips. She had no regrets. She had enjoyed it. And, even though she tried to deny it, a part of her was already thinking about what would come next.

The sound of a notification brought her out of her thoughts. Her phone vibrated. She took it with still shaking hands and unlocked the screen.

It was a message from Andrés.

“This is not over.”