Camila Duarte

For weeks I had been secretly masturbating to videos of well-endowed men. Then I saw him come out of the water and knew it: that boy was what I needed.

They were cousins, they rarely saw each other, and that night they were alone in the living room while everyone slept. Nothing should have happened. Almost nothing did.

I left the keys on the table without making a sound. Faint light came from my brother’s room and, before I even looked in, I knew that night was going to change everything between the three of us.

I went to his house thinking I was doing a good deed. I found my photos on his phone, and what I did next I haven’t told anyone until today.

We’d spent months sharing something forbidden between siblings. That afternoon, while she told me everything with her hands busy, the camera revealed something that would change everything.

I went to the terminal to meet one lover. Two hours later, I left with my body burning from another man who didn’t even know my name.

The doorbell rang just as I was starting to get bored of my perfect life. It was him—the neighbor my husband hated—with a clumsy excuse and a gaze that wasn’t clumsy at all.

When he opened the wrong door and saw me fresh from the shower, his eyes never looked anywhere else again. What happened that night wasn’t in anyone’s plan.

We had spent three months coordinating every detail. When Diego opened the door and I saw his mother behind him, I knew there was no turning back for any of us four.

When night falls in this house, I turn off the light in his room, close the door, and stop being only his mother to become something more.

I went to that club in a bad mood. Nicolás came looking for his sister and left with me. No one knows yet, and I don’t regret it.

I watched her from my window while she hung the laundry on the terrace. Those huge tits, that knowing smile. She knew I was looking and never said a word... until that Tuesday.