My Cousin Ordered Me to Open My Mouth That Night

I woke up exhausted, my head a tangled mess. The last two nights had been a whirlwind, and sleeping had become impossible. Luckily, I had the summer free from university, so I could afford to dwell on everything without anyone demanding explanations.

To settle my nerves, I ate breakfast quickly, put on my running clothes, and jogged down to the village. It was a short run, and I arrived at Rosa and Tomás’s bar feeling fresh. I ordered my café con leche and settled down by the window, pretending to read the newspaper while hoping my aunt Carmen would walk through the door.

The mere thought of seeing her made me horny in a way that was hard to hide. Every time someone came in, my head snapped up, but an hour went by and no one arrived. Bored and disappointed, I left a few coins on the bar and started back home.

The sun was already beating down fiercely when I began running along the road. I was sweating buckets, but I’ve always liked that feeling, that point where the body gives in a little and the mind clears. I was thinking about how to run into my aunt, and decided the best thing would be to pass “by chance” in front of her house.

I took the final bend and slowed down so I could survey the scene calmly. I couldn’t believe my luck: Carmen was in the garden, bent over and planting something in a large flowerpot. She was wearing loose jeans that, in that position, had slipped down over her hips, revealing the elastic of a pair of panties.

I recognized the garment immediately. It was exactly the one Lucía had gotten to me the night before. That elegant woman, just over fifty, was wearing my trace without the slightest idea. She’s wearing it and doesn’t even suspect a thing. My crotch tightened so hard that I stopped running and stood there, mesmerized as I watched her.

She turned around and caught me looking like an idiot.

—Hi, Mateo. What are you doing around here? —she asked, brushing the dirt from her hands.

—Good morning, Carmen. I was running back from the village, saw you, and wanted to say hello —I said, doing my best not to blush.

—How thoughtful —she smiled—. It’s hard to believe that, with the houses so close together, we almost never run into each other.

—Yeah, it’s strange. The truth is, I don’t spend much time around here. You know what my parents are like with their stuff, and how they’re always saying not to bother anyone.

There was a brief silence when, all of a sudden, the door to the house opened. Lucía came out wearing a black bikini and a towel over her shoulder, barefoot on the grass. She walked toward us with that confidence of hers that always made me nervous.

—Hi, Mateo —she said, and without her mother noticing, shot me a mischievous look—. Have you come to see Mom?

—He’s come to see me, yes —Carmen laughed—. He’s got nothing better to do than chat with older ladies.

While we continued exchanging banalities, Lucía indicated with her eyes the elastic showing above her mother’s waistband. Then she slowly winked at me, confirming that they were the same ones we had “marked” together the night before. I felt all the blood rush downward and noticed the bulge growing beneath my athletic shorts.

—Hey, Mateo —my aunt said—, why don’t you take a dip in the pool? All your cousins are over there, and Sofía’s boyfriend too. Go with Lucía and say hello.

—Come on, I’ll walk you over —Lucía added. The shameless girl was having a wonderful time with my nervousness.

—Uh… better not. I can’t stay. My father’s waiting for me to fix something or other, and he gets pissed off if I’m late. Maybe another day.

—What a shame —Carmen said—. Well, you’ll come by another time.

—Yes, it’s a shame you don’t have even a minute —Lucía cut in pointedly—. The pool feels amazing. And if it’s the swimsuit, don’t worry, I’ll lend you one. You know several of our bikinis disappeared a few days ago? We thought someone had stolen them, but then they turned up in a corner of the garden. We assume the wind carried them off. Strange, isn’t it?

—Yeah… very strange —I muttered, red as a tomato—. Well, I have to go. See you later, Lucía. Goodbye, Carmen.

—Ciao —Lucía said without looking up from the flowerpots, biting her lip to keep from laughing.

I took one last look at “my panties” and ran home. Lucía really is twisted. And yet a huge smile spread across my face all the way there.

***

I spent the afternoon reading, lazing around, and dozing off. Anything to kill time. I checked the clock every five minutes and, to my dismay, only five minutes had passed each time. When the time finally came, I put on a dark T-shirt —I’d already learned that it was better to be discreet— and loose shorts, since I would very likely have to pull them down. I left the house quietly so I wouldn’t wake my parents.

I spent the ten-minute walk through the woods imagining what surprise my cousin might have prepared for me. Lucía was an intriguing girl; she liked the thrill, playing on the edge, and didn’t care who got caught up in it along the way. The strange thing was that I didn’t see her simply as a woman to desire, either, but as an accomplice in a very special interest that only the two of us shared.

I reached the ground-floor window, hid among the bushes, and began to wait. The house was dark except for a light on the second floor. After I had been crouching there for about ten minutes, I saw the bathroom door open without the light coming on. I made out Lucía’s silhouette on the other side of the bars.

—Mateo? —she whispered.

—Here —I answered, coming out of hiding and approaching.

—Wait for me a little. I’m waiting for something for the two of us —she said, and disappeared again.

I couldn’t see her, but I imagined her eyes shining. What did she go to get? The excitement slowly built, and almost without realizing it, I began rubbing myself through my shorts. After a while, the light in the room upstairs went out and the one next to it came on immediately. I heard a toilet flush, muffled footsteps, and finally the last light went out altogether.

A few minutes later, I recognized her silhouette moving down the hallway. She was wearing nothing but a long T-shirt, one of those sleep shirts. Before I had to call out to her, I was already pressed against the bars. She switched on the little mirror light and came closer. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes shone with pure anticipation.

—Sorry, man, but I had to wait until they were finished —she said in a very low voice—. Remember I told you this morning that Sofía’s boyfriend was here? His name is Ramón, and he’s an idiot, but she loves him. My parents won’t let them sleep together, so they send him to the guest room.

I smiled, imagining the scene. As an only child, I only knew that kind of sibling intrigue by hearsay.

—The thing is, Sofía sneaks out at night to fuck him —she continued—. They think no one can hear them, but the walls are thin. I hear her moaning and him grunting when he comes. She’s on the pill, so she lets him finish inside her. Then he goes to the bathroom, wipes himself with her panties, and hides them at the bottom of the laundry basket so no one will suspect anything. Guess what I’m holding in my hand?

—You’ve got to be kidding me —I murmured, unable to believe it. She had been spying on her own sister just to steal the evidence.

—Look.

She raised her hand and brought a white thong up to my face. I could make out the drops mixed with Sofía’s fluids, and a heavy smell hit me from a foot and a half away. Before I could react, Lucía fixed her eyes on mine, stuck out her tongue, and gave the fabric a long, deliberate lick. She closed her mouth, swallowed with her eyes shut, and let out a deep moan that sent shivers over my skin.

—Do you dare try it? —she said, moving the garment slightly away.

I was speechless. The thought hadn’t crossed my mind for even a second. No fucking way. That’s disgusting.

—Come on, don’t be a chicken —she insisted, reading my refusal on my face—. I’m sure you’ve tasted your own cum more than once. I always taste mine.

—Yeah, but it’s not the same —I replied, embarrassed—. That belongs to another guy. I’m not gay.

—Don’t be stupid, nobody said that —she shot back, lowering her voice until it became almost an order—. It’s just an experience, that’s all. Imagine Sofía with her pussy soaked, feeling Ramón swell inside her and fill her up. It’s like you were fucking them without their knowing.

—I don’t know, it’s just…

—Stick out your tongue —she ordered, cutting me off sharply, in a tone that allowed no argument.

As if hypnotized, I opened my mouth and obeyed. I don’t know what it was about that voice of hers, but when she gave orders like that, I stopped thinking. I felt Lucía press the fabric against my tongue, slowly, holding my gaze to make sure I wouldn’t back out. A thick, salty taste flooded my mouth.

I closed my eyes. My hands had already gone to my shorts on their own, and I masturbated shamelessly while I swallowed. When I opened them again, Lucía was licking the last traces from the garment, one hand buried between her legs. From the window I could hear the splashing of her fingers, fast and uncontrolled.

We came almost at the same time, looking into each other’s eyes through the bars, without saying anything because there was no need. I felt my sticky hand and saw her legs trembling. Then she slipped her hand through the gap in the bars so I could suck it, and I put mine through for her to lap up my milk with that same relish. Short moans escaped both of us with every lick.

At last we withdrew our hands. Lucía switched off the little light and whispered to me from the darkness:

—See you tomorrow, Mateo.

I stood watching her silhouette tiptoe away down the hallway, her shirt fluttering with every step. I turned around and headed back home through the woods, still tasting someone else on my tongue, thinking about how far we were willing to go and how little I cared anymore.