Chapter 3

The next morning, we were both in the kitchen making breakfast. Except for the two of us, the house never felt so quiet and private, yet the air sizzled with mischief, fun, and tension.

The moda do dia – or fashion of the day – was only briefs and panties, big smiles, and inquisitive eyes. Our appetite for unabashed spontaneity was matched by our hunger for toast, bacon, and scrambled eggs.

She was leaning over the kitchen table, placing plates, silverware, and napkins on the table, making sure her butt stuck out, unaware that her firm little titties quivered like gelatin over the basket of fruit. Having seen her grow up over the years, I tried not to let it distract me too much, but my eyes kept roaming over her half-naked body, catching glimpses of the indentation in her tight panties. It almost seemed too natural that, at fourteen, she enjoyed being seen, noticed, and admired for her visual beauty.

Growing up at home, American girls were exciting, but this Brazilian girl was off the scale!

Everybody knows that just before the onset of puberty, kids think about sex and their sexuality. With girls, it starts early at ten. Their coming of age at twelve is both exciting and confusing, living in constant tension of holding onto the remaining innocence of youth while simultaneously yearning for the experiences of adulthood. At fourteen, they are more than ready.

“Thank you for taking me to the ice cream parlor,” she said, smiling sweetly at me. “It was fun.”

“I’m glad you’re having a good time,” I said, my eyes studying every inch and curve of her butt. “Though I wish Natalia, the kids, and your sister were here.”

“Actually ... I’m glad it’s just you and me.”

I didn’t expect that comment from her, so I just let it sink in. As we were eating breakfast, it didn’t take long for Menina to break the silence.

“Tio, can I ask you something?”

“Always!” I assured her.

“Why do they say, I’m going to eat you?” She asked, taking a bite of her bacon and, without batting an eye, giving me that innocent, I-can’t-wait-to-hear-your-response look. The question wasn’t what, but why, which indicated that she knew but was looking for confirmation.

The exact wording was “eu vou te comer” which in Brazil is a nicer way of saying, “I’m going to fuck you.” Despite the idiomatic nicety, I didn’t expect such a blunt question from a fourteen-year-old so early in the morning, and was surprised that she had the courage to ask and trusted me to answer. Kids are like sponges, soaking up new words and concepts well before their coming of age, but girls normally don’t talk dirty like boys do.

“Well ... let’s see ... how can I best explain that...?” I began sputtering words like an old Model T Ford, finding myself in a delicate situation. Natalia would have been better at handling the question, but she was 150 km away. I decided on a diversion, hoping I wasn’t making things worse for myself.

“Where I come from, the expression refers to oral sex, properly known as cunnilingus.”

She tilted her head and squinted her eyes like a puppy hearing a new sound from its master, and I could tell she had never heard of the word. I should have kept my mouth shut, but I sensed she was going to ask me to explain anyway.

“It’s using the mouth and tongue on a girl’s ... you know... xexeca [sheh-SHEH-kah], making her feel really good, special, loved. It’s a more intimate, more passionate form of sex that demonstrates true affection and love.”

Her face turned a reddish brown, but that did not stop her from opining, “It sounds a little dirty.”

“Believe me, it’s not.” I grinned and shook my head.

“Do you...?”

I nodded, unconsciously licking my lips. “It’s fantastic. Most men are pigs. Real men worship a woman. They kiss and use their tongues first. It’s much appreciated by women.”

By the expression on her face, I had the feeling she needed time to ponder the revelation and the saucy images. I breathed a sigh of relief and returned to drinking my coffee.

I was putting dishes away when I heard Menina calling from the living room. “Tio, what are these videocassettes?”

I turned white like a ghost and panicked.

She had kicked one of her flip-flops under the couch and was retrieving it when she discovered a shoebox and pulled it out. I rushed to the living room, but before I could stop her from seeing the contents of the box, she was already reading the cover of one of the cassettes: Medieval Sex.

“Uh-oh, Natalia must have forgotten to return them to the video rental shop,” I lied. “Here, I’ll take them.”

Too late, she had already spread out the cassettes on top of the sofa. In addition to Medieval Sex, there were A Long Night, Mona the Virgin Nymph, and Tarzan the Ape Man. Except for the last one, all were X-rated films, although the Tarzan movie had a few, brief, titillating scenes.

“Tio, you promised to show me how the video cassette player works. Can we watch this movie?” She said, holding up Mona the Virgin Nymph. It contained a lot of skin action, both penetrative and non-penetrative.

Natalia and I didn’t need X-rated movies to stimulate our sex life. She was just curious to know what porn movies were like, and we did learn a few things to spice up our nights before she left.

I was cornered and agreed to play the Tarzan movie, which I said I hadn’t seen yet. It was another lie, but it worked. Back when I was growing up, I loved watching episodes of Tarzan and daydreamed of being like him one day.

“Oh, Tio, I’ve never heard of KY toothpaste,” she asked, trying to make sense of the description on the tube she also found in the box.