Twisita Shorts

Friend or More? (Rosita's P.O.V.)

I came down the stairs to grab a water bottle from the huge fridge when I ran into Maurice, a shirtless Maurice. Why does he always have to be shirtless? "Lo siento" I said in spanish. I blushed looking down and walking to the fridge, as I was wearing a Light Purple Convertible Satin Corset, blue skinny jeans, 5 inch heeled Simple Platform Sandals with ankle straps, my hair in sexy waves and natural minimal makeup. "That's okay, I wasn't watching where I was going either." He replied, while side glancing at my outfit. "Damn it! There she goes again. wearing a sexy outfit that puts her huge tits on display." He thought, while biting his lip, trying not to get the sudden urge to pause the timer and start reaching under my corset to massage and squeeze my breasts. The microwave beeped and he pulled out a bag of popcorn. He opened it up and soon enough, all you could smell was the buttery goodness of the popcorn. "AY WEY!" He yelled in spanish, the steam burning his hand. "Dios lo maldiga!" I said in spanish, while shaking my head in disbelief. "Tenga cuidado, mi amor. Why do you always have to do that?" He dropped the bag on the counter, popcorn spilling everywhere. I couldn't help but laugh at him as he sucked on his thumb, trying to ease the pain. "No es gracioso!" he protested in spanish.

"Sorry Maurice, it is a little." I replied trying not to laugh some more. I went over and helped him clean up, my high heeled sandals clicking and hips swaying as I walked. Our fingers were lightly brushing as we both went for the same kernel. I looked up at him and suddenly we were in one of those corny movies where time stops and you look each other in the eye and you just know you're going to kiss. Our lips were only inches apart and were so close to touching when Ramón José interrupts us. "Twist, man what is taking so long, foo?" Ramón asked, coming into the kitchen with Otto. We both jerked our heads away and rushed to finish cleaning up the mess. "MAN! I NEVER GET ANY PRIVACY WITH MAURICE!" I mumbled, angry that my stupid brother and Otto ruined the moment for us. "Sorry bros, it was hot and I dropped it." Twister explained. "Typical Twister." 

Ramón José laughed, while Otto shook his head in disbelief. "Hey Rosita, you want to watch the movie with us?" He asked me. I was still blushing crimson from my almost kiss with Maurice. "What are you doing to my sister, esé? EH! Oralé!" Ramón asked, sounding like his nickname. "No thanks, I told Regina and Sammy we'd work on her 'Zine tonight. Well, they asked me to. and because Regina wants to do an article on me about my life as a chola." I lied, suddenly very interested in the wrapper around my water, an excuse not to have to look up. "Cool, how about I take this," Ramón said taking the bowl of popcorn from Twister, which was a bad idea. "HEY! WE WERE GOING TO EAT THAT, FOO!" I yelled. "Ay, ay, CABRON!" I started cursing at my brother in spanish and Otto noticed my Jiménez temper flare up. "Hey, hey. calm down Rosie." He said, trying to ease my temper.

"What the hell is your problem, man? You better watch what you say around Rosie. She's in Mixed Martial Arts and she could easily kick your ass." Ramon snorted. "So. She's just a weak little girl who shouldn't be in a sport like that. maybe she should be in more safer sports, like Cheerleading." he sneered. As soon as he said that, he knew that set my temper off. "Oh, really? Well, if I'm so weak, then how come I've won more tournaments than you, huh? Tell me that?" I fired back, while I clenched and unclenched my fists. "Oooh. Rosita's going to beat me up, oooh I'm so scared." he said, laughing.

Then as soon as I heard that, I slugged my brother in the face, knocking him unconscious. Reggie ran over to my brother and tried to wake him up, but nothing worked. "Great. he's knocked out cold." She said. I rolled my eyes. Then after Ramón was knocked out, he finally woke up and regained consciousness. Then he returned to the kitchen. "I'll be over in a sec, I'm just gonna grab a sports drink." Twister replied grabbing a drink, while looking nervously at me. "Apúrate wey!" Ramón ordered in spanish, walking off to the living room again with a nervous-looking Otto trailing behind. "Hey Rosita," Twister said as I calmed down for now and as soon as Ramón and Otto were gone and getting my attention. "Yeah?" I asked, my heart racing. He leaned over and kissed me gently, brushing his lips against mine. When he realized that I wasn't repulsed and telling him no, he grabbed my arms and then my hips and pulled me close, giving me his all as he moved his lips against mine. "Twister, man, how long does it take to get a drink? Or did you drop that too?"

Ramón hollered from the living room and interrupting us once more from our hot and heavy moment. I lunged myself at Ramón and was about to punch him again, until Otto rushed over and was trying to hold me back. "LET ME GO, OTTO!" I yelled, flailing my arms and attempting to punch him too, but he had a pretty strong grip on me. Otto did as he was told and backed off. We were all in the kitchen and I was about to blow up again. "I should go." He sighed, giving me a smile, a kiss and reached under my corset and massaged and squeezed my huge breasts, making me moan in ecstacy to calm me down as he went to join Ramón and Otto, as they were back in the living room. "Wow." I sighed, sinking against the fridge.