He Chose My Cousin to Take My Place in Bed

The pregnancy changed Lorena’s body week by week, and with it, the way Adrián looked at her changed too. Her clothes began to feel tight, her curves rounded out, and although she felt insecure, he always found a way to remind her how beautiful she was. He spent long stretches with his hand resting on her belly, waiting for a movement, smiling every time he felt one.

Adrián controlled everything in that house, including what Lorena ate. But the pregnancy disrupted his plans: she went over the permitted amount, driven by cravings, and instead of scolding her, he became indulgent. It was his way of giving orders: letting her believe he was yielding.

The ultrasound room was full of contained emotion when the technician slid the transducer over her belly. The baby moved on the screen, and when they announced that it would be a girl, Lorena’s eyes filled with tears. Adrián, beside her, squeezed her hand.

—It’s a girl —she whispered, looking at him.

—Daniela —he said almost immediately, as though the name had already been decided.

Lorena frowned.

—I was thinking of Marina, like my mother. It would be a lovely tribute.

—Daniela is beautiful. It’s not after anyone; I simply like the way it sounds.

—Are you sure it isn’t after someone?

He shrugged.

—It was my first girlfriend’s name, but that has nothing to do with it.

The air tightened for a moment, until Lorena remembered something that restored her calm.

—You make the important decisions. That was one of the rules you established from the beginning, and I like it that way.

He nodded, satisfied.

—Then it will be Daniela.

She drew a breath and smiled.

—Thank you for setting clear rules. That way we don’t argue over silly things.

***

The due date was approaching, and with it came fear. She would have a C-section, a long recovery, and that worried her. One afternoon, while they were resting, Lorena noticed that Adrián was distracted, as though he were chewing on something he couldn’t quite bring himself to say.

—What’s bothering you? —she asked, stroking her belly.

—I’ve been thinking about what comes afterward. It will be a C-section, and the recovery will be difficult. I don’t want you to worry about me, but... you know I have needs. During those weeks, you won’t be able to spread your legs for me.

Lorena’s bubble of happiness seemed about to burst. It wasn’t the baby or her recovery that occupied Adrián most, but the weeks he would spend without fucking her. She knew there was no point confronting him, so she took a breath and looked for the easiest way out.

—I can use my mouth to empty you. I’ll suck you every day if necessary, until you come down my throat.

—You could, but you’ll be exhausted. And I’d rather take the opportunity to give my cock a little variety. They’ll be hard days; I don’t want to settle for a hurried blowjob every night. I think I deserve something better: a fresh pussy to bury it in completely.

Lorena looked at him, trapped between indignation and her habit of obeying. Tears stung her eyes.

—I understand —she said, her voice trembling—. What do you suggest?

He took her hand with calculated tenderness.

—We need someone in the house. Someone we trust who can spread her legs for me at night while you recover. Just in the meantime.

She lowered her gaze and let out a sigh. Adrián’s logic was irrefutable within the dynamic they had built together over the years.

—And who did you have in mind?

—I thought of Carla, from work. She’s discreet, and I trust her. But then I thought it would be better if it were someone from the family. —He paused—. Vanesa.

Lorena’s heart lurched. Vanesa was her cousin, younger, with blue eyes and a generous chest. And, above all, she had been with Adrián in the past.

—But what about her job? And Gorka? —she asked, searching for an excuse that would save her from being replaced by her cousin.

—It will be complicated, I know. But if you explain it to her, she’ll agree. It’s important that you be the one to ask her. And we’ll have to disguise the proposal a little for Gorka so he’ll accept it.

***

Vanesa and Gorka had been trying to have a child for some time, without success. Each month that ended with another period dimmed their optimism a little more, and Vanesa was beginning to wonder whether the problem lay with him or with her.

Lorena and Adrián invited her to a quiet dinner one evening. They talked about trivial things until dessert arrived, and Lorena knew it was time.

—Vanesa, there’s something we want to talk to you about.

Her cousin stopped laughing and grew serious.

—Of course. Tell me.

—I’m going to give birth soon; it will be a C-section. Recovery will be hard, and I won’t be able to be as present, especially for Adrián. We’ve been thinking about who could help us during those weeks, someone we fully trust. And we thought of you.

Vanesa’s eyes widened.

—Me?

Adrián moved ahead, taking Lorena’s hand.

—You’d be the perfect person. Not only because you’re family, but because we trust you. If you took some vacation time, you could stay with us. You’d help with Lorena and the baby, and you’d also open your pussy for me in bed when she couldn’t. You’d have to sleep here, so you’d always be at hand whenever I got hard.

Vanesa looked at them both, processing the magnitude of what they were asking. For a second she turned her gaze toward her cousin’s husband and blushed, pressing her thighs together beneath the table.

—I feel flattered that you thought of me. I want to help, but I need to discuss it with Gorka. And with my boss. I can’t promise you anything yet.

—Of course —Lorena said quickly—. We don’t want to pressure you.

Vanesa nodded, and even as she did, she was no longer thinking about her cousin, but about Adrián mounting her again, emptying his cock inside her as he had years before.

***

That night, Vanesa found Gorka on the sofa. She knew the conversation wouldn’t be easy.

—Lorena and Adrián asked me for something. She’s going to have a C-section, and she’ll need help during her recovery. They asked me to take some vacation time and stay with them for a few weeks.

Gorka switched off the television, his face hardening.

—Do you mean you’re going to live with them?

—Yes. I know it’s a lot to ask, but she’s my cousin. If I were in her place, she’d do the same for me. It will only be for a while.

He stood and walked toward the window.

—Do you realize what you’re asking me? To stay here while you live with them? This could change everything.

—I know. But she’s my family. I don’t want this to affect us, but I think it’s the right thing to do.

Gorka remained silent for what seemed like an eternity. At last he turned around.

—If you truly believe you have to do it, I won’t stop you. But I want you to know that it isn’t easy for me. And I hope you understand what you’re risking.

Vanesa felt a mixture of relief and sadness. She was putting her marriage to the test, but inside she only wanted to please Adrián and be his again, to feel that thick cock driving deep inside her once more, soaking her from within.

***

When Vanesa moved in, Adrián gathered the two women in the living room to make the rules clear.

—When Daniela is born, things will change. Lorena, you’ve put on too many kilos, and you need to lose them; breastfeeding will help. So you can rest, you’ll sleep in the small room with the baby, so her crying won’t wake me. Vanesa, you’ll take Lorena’s place in our bed. I want you available at all times, with your pussy wet and your tits out. You know I’m demanding, both in the house and in bed.

—Of course, Adrián. I’ll do whatever you want —Vanesa replied, caught between obedience and resignation.

—The housework falls to you as well. I want Lorena to focus only on the baby.

Lorena listened in silence, a knot in her throat. The idea of being separated from him at night hurt, but she didn’t allow herself to question him. She had trusted him to handle everything.

***

Daniela was born without complications. Even Adrián, who was always reserved, let a tear escape when he held her for the first time. Once they returned home, a new stage began. Lorena, still in pain, tried awkwardly to breastfeed like a first-time mother while Vanesa assumed her role without showing the tension she felt.

That first night, exhausted, they each retired to their own bed. Lorena with Daniela in the small room; Adrián in the master bedroom, where Vanesa waited for him in a thin nightgown that barely covered her tits.

—It’s been a great day —he said as he got into bed.

—Yes. You’ve received a blessing.

After a silence, Vanesa could no longer keep quiet about what was tormenting her.

—Gorka and I have been fucking nonstop for months trying to have a child, and we haven’t managed it. Every time my period comes, it feels like a defeat. I’m afraid something isn’t working in me.

—Don’t worry —he said with compassion that concealed another intention—. We’re going to solve that. I’ll do everything in my power to fill this pussy of yours with milk.

He kissed her, biting her lower lip, and she closed her eyes and let herself be carried away. His lips traveled down her neck, nibbling at it, while his hands slipped beneath her nightgown and tore the straps down, leaving her tits bare. He seized them completely, squeezing them with both hands until her nipples came out, then lowered his mouth to suck them one after the other, tugging at them with his teeth until she gasped. His fingers traced circles, pinching and stretching them, while his other hand moved down and opened her thighs.

—You’re soaked, you slut —he whispered when he felt how wet he had made her—. This pussy has been waiting to eat my cock again.

—Yes —she moaned—. Fuck me, Adrián, please.

He moved down her body, leaving a trail of kisses and bites. He stopped at her belly and the curve of her waist, then reached her sex. He opened her lips with two fingers and buried his entire tongue inside, hungrily licking her clitoris. Vanesa writhed, grabbing his hair and pressing his face against her pussy while he licked and sucked her until she was trembling. He inserted two fingers, then three, rummaging inside her, searching for the spot that made her scream, and when he had her on the brink, he pulled away and turned her onto all fours.

—Show me your ass —he ordered, giving her a sharp slap.

Vanesa arched her back, pushed out her buttocks, and lowered her face against the pillow. Adrián knelt behind her, took hold of his cock, and ran the head over her pussy lips, wetting her before sliding it inside. When he thrust, it went in all at once, deep to the hilt, tearing a muffled cry from her.

—Fuck, you’re still tight —he growled, gripping her hips—. Just like the first time.

He began fucking her with long, deep thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in until his balls struck her. Vanesa’s buttocks collided with his pelvis with a wet, rhythmic sound. He grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled until he made her raise her head, while with the other he squeezed one of her tits from behind. The bed creaked. Vanesa moaned helplessly, biting the pillow, afraid Lorena might hear her from the room next door and enjoying the thought that she might hear her.

—Tell me you like it —he hissed, thrusting harder.

—I love it, Adrián. Don’t stop. I love your cock. Put more of it in me.

He turned her over again and put her on her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and folded her almost in half. Like that, with her pussy open and offered, he penetrated her again, this time watching her face. Vanesa arched her back and shuddered through a long orgasm, squeezing his cock inside her with spasms, and he followed soon after, burying himself to the hilt and unloading inside her in jet after jet, emptying himself with tight grunts through clenched teeth.

When they were lying still, Adrián didn’t pull out right away. He stayed inside her for a while, feeling his come soaking the walls of that pussy. Then he withdrew slowly and used two fingers to push back in the milk that was leaking out. He picked up Vanesa’s underwear from the floor and stuffed it inside her like a plug.

—That way nothing will escape. This is my help with your motherhood —he said quietly—. I’ll give you my semen every day. Don’t clean it out; leave it inside so it can do its work.

Her heart leapt when she understood. He wanted her to carry his child. And she knew it was what she wanted most in the world.

***

The days passed in a routine of diapers and chores that Vanesa carried out methodically, allowing Lorena to rest, since Daniela barely let her sleep. Adrián spent the afternoons with his wife, taking the baby in his arms and speaking to her tenderly. Then, when the little girl finished nursing, he carefully latched onto Lorena’s breasts to taste some of her milk before bed.

And every night he went to the room where Vanesa waited for him, awake or asleep, it made no difference: he woke her by putting his hand between her legs, spreading them, and mounting her without preliminaries. Some nights he put her face down and drove into her while she was still half asleep; other nights he sat her on top and made her ride him until her tits bounced against his face and he bit them. He fucked her on all fours, against the wall, with her legs in the air, on her side. Every night he filled her with two or three loads in a row and repeated, while pushing his semen inside her with his fingers:

—Don’t clean it out. I’m going to give you a baby. You deserve it, slut, for opening your legs for me every night.

One afternoon Lorena told him she was thinking of stopping breastfeeding because the baby kept nibbling her nipples and it hurt.

—I’m the one who’s going to hurt you —Adrián said with a laugh, putting one of her nipples in his mouth.

He kept his word. He didn’t bite her hard, but hard enough to tear a cry from her that woke Daniela. He found a wooden pencil and held it out to her.

—Bite this, so you can let it out without screaming.

He bit her breast again, intent on leaving it raw. When Lorena snapped the pencil in two with her teeth, he spoke to her with sweetness and firmness at once.

—You’re going to breastfeed the baby, and you’re going to do what I say. It isn’t a whim: it will help you lose weight and help her grow stronger. I don’t care if it hurts.

—You’re right, darling. Thank you for reminding me —she said, knowing the next feeding would hurt as much as the punishment.

He switched nipples, sucking until he drew out a stream of warm milk that ran down his chin, then bit her again, this time clenching his teeth until he saw the red mark impressed on her skin.

—I hope you don’t forget the lesson, or tomorrow it will hurt more.

Lorena trembled, in a kind of trance. It had been weeks since Adrián had taken such pleasure in her, and despite the pain, or precisely because of it, she felt her panties growing soaked. She became aroused, her humiliated nipples stiffened, and she sat astride his chest. She pulled his cock out of his trousers, saw it hard and throbbing, and slid it between her breasts, squeezing them around it with both hands while digging her nails into her sore nipples. She gave him a slow titfuck, moving her breasts up and down his swollen shaft, spitting on it so it would slide more easily. When she felt he was about to explode, she grabbed his cock and placed it over her face. He finished across her open mouth and nose, leaving them beaded and sticky with thick semen running over her cheeks and eyelashes. She swallowed what landed on her tongue, and then he called Vanesa to clean her.

Her cousin entered, surprised and embarrassed by the scene, and silently cleaned Lorena with a baby wipe, gathering the come sliding down her neck and over her bitten breasts. Lorena kept her eyes tightly shut, humiliated as never before at being exposed like that in front of her cousin, her husband’s milk running down her face.

Afterward, Adrián kissed his wife’s forehead, wished her good night, and led Vanesa away by the hand, the soaked wipe in his other hand. In the bedroom he laid her down, opened her legs, and ran the wipe over the lips of her pussy, then pushed it inside her with two fingers, as deep as he could.

—Here’s today’s help, pretty face. The milk left over from your cousin is now where it belongs. Soon you’ll be a mother like her.

And without removing the wipe, he positioned himself over her and penetrated her again, pushing it even farther inside with his cock, fucking her slowly until he came again over the mixture he had put inside her.

***

In the fourth week, something felt different from the moment Adrián crossed the door. Vanesa sensed the tension wrapped around him like a tightly pulled cord. Work had left him exhausted and irritable, and he needed to release it before he could relax. He barely greeted Lorena with a cold kiss before taking Vanesa by the hand without a word and leading her to the bedroom.

He undressed with brusque movements, and she did the same. Vanesa’s entire body tensed, reacting automatically. She knew there would be no tenderness that night. He shoved her onto the bed with one swipe, yanked her legs open, and spat on her pussy before thrusting inside. When she felt him drive all the way in with a single thrust, she squeezed her eyes shut and prepared herself to endure it, hoping it would be over quickly.

He seized her breasts harshly, digging his fingers into the flesh until he left purple marks, and penetrated her, changing her position at will. He put her face down and lifted her hips to thrust into her from behind, pulling her hair until her neck arched. He turned her over again, put her legs over his shoulder, and pinned her against the mattress, fucking her furiously and ignoring the whimpers escaping her.

—I don’t want to hear any complaints —he said, slapping her across the face when she asked him to be a little gentler.

He put two fingers in her mouth to silence her and kept pounding her with his cock until the bed slammed against the wall. Then he placed her on all fours at the edge of the mattress, seized her crossed wrists behind her back as though they were reins, and used her like that, thrusting with his whole pelvis and making her tits bounce against the sheets. He spat on her ass and ran his thumb over her asshole, pressing it while he continued fucking her pussy.

Suddenly he pulled out of her and sat on her chest. Vanesa opened her eyes and found him staring at her, his cock dripping with saliva and juices, red and swollen a handspan from her face.

—Today there’s going to be a party in your blue eyes —he said with a smile.

Despite her nerves, Vanesa laughed for a moment, remembering the first time he had said the same thing. She tried to turn her face away, but Adrián was holding her too tightly, his knees locking her shoulders in place. She had no choice but to submit.

—Today you’ll be my canvas —he said, his voice tinged with sensuality—. Hold your eyelids open with your fingers, darling. I want all of this to land right inside you.

Vanesa obeyed, trembling, pulling her eyes open with the index and middle fingers of each hand, leaving them exposed like two blue targets. He straddled her chest, lifted her head by pulling her hair, and moved his other hand at a frantic rhythm, jerking his cock off two inches from her face. He rested the head against her forehead, against her nose, ran it over her lips, and started again. When he exploded, he aimed directly and let it all run over her face, jet after jet, from her forehead to her mouth, directing the tip of his cock at her wide-open eyes. Vanesa fought to keep her eyes open despite the burning, sobbing and twisting while he reveled in her submission and ran his still-hard cock over her semen-soaked eyelashes.

This time he didn’t torment her as he had the first time. Seeing her increasingly submissive, her blue eyes now cloudy and bloodshot, he felt satisfied. He pushed his entire cock into her mouth, deep into her throat, and made her suck him like that, her face dirty and her tears mixing with his semen. Vanesa swallowed and sucked whatever little remained, obediently, until he pulled out and gathered with two fingers what was still running down her face, a mixture of semen and tears. He pushed her onto her back, opened her legs, and methodically carried that mixture inside her, pushing it in with two, then three fingers, as deep as he could. Then he entered her again, already half-hard, to make sure, and fucked her slowly, his face still stained, until he unloaded a second batch of milk deep inside her pussy.

—You’ll have seed for our child today too, Vanesa, my blue-eyed darling. Deep inside, where it matters.

—Thank you —she said, relieved both that it was over quickly and by what that seed promised—. I liked it very much —she forced herself to add, pretending to smile among the sticky trails still hanging from her chin.

That night, millions of sperm were lost in Vanesa’s irritated eyes, but one—only one—reached its destination and truly left her pregnant.

***

The following morning, with Adrián already at the office, Lorena was handling the lighter chores while Daniela slept. When she entered the kitchen, she found Vanesa washing the dishes with reddened eyes.

—Are you all right? Your eyes are very irritated.

Vanesa shrugged with a weak smile.

—Don’t worry. Thousands of tiny creatures decided to have a party in my blue eyes, that’s all.

Lorena frowned. The comment seemed strangely familiar. Suddenly she remembered: Adrián had said exactly that the last time Vanesa had had trouble with her eyes. The coincidence was too great, and discomfort began to settle in her chest.

—Where did you get that? Adrián said the same thing last time. What’s going on? Is there something you’re hiding from me?

Vanesa lowered her gaze. The silence grew tense.

—What do you mean by tiny creatures? —Lorena pressed.

Vanesa hesitated before admitting:

—Adrián came in my eyes last night.

Lorena felt a mixture of jealousy and something harder to name. It wasn’t lust: it was the need to defend her territory. Adrián was her husband, and everything that pleased him was supposed to be done by her. She wanted his cock to explode in her face, not someone else’s, even if that someone else was her cousin.

That afternoon she confronted him.

—Vanesa told me about last night. You came in her eyes.

He hesitated.

—Yes. I’m sorry it bothers you, but it’s something she enjoys. —Then he corrected himself—: Well, I did it. I needed somewhere filthy to unload my cock after a bad day.

—I want you to empty it in me like that too —Lorena said quietly—. On my face, in my eyes, in my mouth. Wherever you want.

He looked at her, surprised.

—I never wanted to do it with you because it’s filthy. I don’t want to humiliate you without a reason, which is why I did it with her.

—You’ve humiliated me whenever you’ve wanted for years, sometimes with a reason and sometimes without one. You’ve fucked my ass until I cried, made me swallow until I choked, pissed on me. Don’t play the angel now —she said, her voice heavy with anger and desire.

Adrián nodded with a half-smile.

—All right. I’ll do it for you, although I don’t think you’re going to like it. I’ll come in those green eyes of yours until I leave them as red as your cousin’s.

Lorena’s eyes were somewhere between green and brown, changing with the light, and he loved them. Seeing her so willing, with that mixture of submission and defiance, suddenly made him want it, and he felt his cock tighten inside his trousers.

That night he went, as always, to hold her for a while and carefully taste some of her milk. He gently sucked her nipples, drawing warm drops into his mouth, and ran his tongue over her cleavage.

—You have delicious breasts —he said.

—They’re yours, darling —she replied—, but Daniela has the usufruct now.

They laughed, and he moved one hand between her legs, beneath her nightgown, slowly caressing her pussy through her panties until he felt them grow wet. She sighed and parted her thighs slightly, inviting him, but he withdrew his hand and licked his fingers.

—Not yet, love. You’ve only just had surgery. But very soon I’ll split you in two again.

He held her until her eyes closed.

—You owe me an eye pregnancy —she murmured.

—I’ll do it to you another day, love. I promise. I’ll leave your face soaked, then I’ll fuck your mouth until you swallow whatever’s left.

***

A couple of days later, with Lorena nearly recovered, Vanesa returned home and to her routine with Gorka. The tension between them had eased, though the worry about not conceiving remained beneath the surface. That same week, Vanesa spread her legs for him with renewed devotion, letting him fuck her every night in every position, making sure Gorka’s milk ended up mixed with what she still carried inside her. Soon she began to notice changes in her body. A test confirmed it: she was pregnant. With a mixture of relief and cunning, she waited several weeks before announcing it, making sure Gorka would have no doubts about the parentage of the child she was expecting.

Although she knew perfectly well whose child it was.