A Birthday Surprise with Maria
Growing up next door to my uncle’s family meant my cousins were more like siblings than distant relatives. We shared everything, from childhood secrets to the struggles of a tight budget. My cousin Maria was the one who kept us groomed, cutting my hair and my brother’s to save us a trip to the barber. She was petite, with a playful energy that always drew attention at the parties she’d invite me to, though I usually preferred the quiet of home over the noise of the dance floor.
On my sixteenth birthday, the house was buzzing with the scent of my mother’s cooking. As I returned from school, my mother pointed out that my hair had grown too long and that Maria was waiting for me. I followed her into the living room, where she was just waking up from a nap. She wore a soft, one-piece pajama set without a bra, and as she draped the cutting sheet over my shoulders, I could see the distinct outline of her nipples. The sight sent a jolt of heat straight to my groin.
Because I was so much taller than her, her chest brushed against my shoulders every time she moved to trim my hair. The friction was maddening. I was wearing a pair of old, tight shorts that left little to the imagination, and as my arousal grew, I struggled to shift my position. In my restlessness, the head of my erection slipped through the leg of my shorts. Maria stopped mid-snip, her eyes dropping to the evidence of my desire.
“My, my, cousin… what do you have there?” she whispered, her voice dropping an octave. Instead of being shocked, a mischievous smile played on her lips. She looked me in the eyes with an intensity I had never seen before. “I think I caused this,” she teased. Before I could stammer a response, she took my hand and led me toward the bathroom, claiming she needed to help me “tidy up.”
Once the door clicked shut, she told me to drop my shorts. She gasped softly as she took me in her hand, her grip firm and demanding. She began to stroke me with a rhythmic intensity that made my head spin. Then, she sank to her knees. The sensation of her warm mouth enveloping me was overwhelming; she worked with a desperate hunger that left me breathless. I couldn’t hold back for long, and I groaned loudly as I released several hot bursts across her face and lips.
Maria laughed, wiping herself with a grin. “You’re a powerhouse, aren’t you?” she whispered. She didn’t let me recover for long. She rolled her pajamas down to her waist and guided me to sit on the edge of the tub. With a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered herself onto me, her ample curves cushioning the impact. She began to bounce, starting slowly and then increasing the pace until she was gasping and shaking with pleasure, her cries echoing in the small room.
Not satisfied, she turned around and bent over, offering herself to me. “Now let’s see if you know how to actually handle this,” she challenged. I didn’t need a second invitation. I gripped her hips and drove into her with a primal urgency. The rhythm was violent and passionate, both of us lost in the friction and the taboo thrill of the moment. When I finally peaked, I felt her body convulse beneath me in a powerful orgasm.
After we cleaned ourselves up, Maria finished cutting my hair with a satisfied smirk. As I headed back to the party, she leaned in and whispered, “Happy birthday, Manolo. Mine is in ten days… you already know what my present should be.”