My Cousin Ordered Me to Open My Mouth That Night

I woke up exhausted, my head a tangled knot. The previous two nights had been a frenzy, and sleeping had become impossible. Luckily I had the whole summer off from university, so I could afford to turn it over in my mind without anyone demanding answers from me.

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

The mere idea of seeing her made me horny in a way that was hard to hide. Every time someone came in, I jerked my gaze up, but an hour passed and no one showed up. Bored and disappointed, I left a few coins on the counter and set off back home.

The sun was beating down hard by the time I started 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 “by chance,” and decided the best thing would be to pass in front of her house “coincidentally.”

I took the last bend and slowed down to inspect the ground calmly. I could hardly believe my luck: Carmen was in the garden, crouched down, planting something in a large pot. She was wearing loose jeans that, in that position, had slipped down her hip and left the waistband of a pair of panties peeking out.

I recognized the garment instantly. It was exactly the one Lucía had gotten to me the night before. That elegant woman, just over fifty, was wearing my trace without having the slightest idea. She’s got it on and doesn’t even suspect it. My crotch tightened so much I stopped running and stood there, dumbly staring at her.

She turned around and caught me looking like an idiot.

“Hi, Mateo. What are you doing around here?” she asked, brushing the dirt off her hands.

“Good morning, Carmen. I was coming back from the village running, I saw you and wanted to say hello,” I said, trying not to blush.

“How nice,” she smiled. “It’s funny, isn’t it? With how close the houses are, we almost never bump into each other.”

“Yeah, it is odd. The truth is I don’t hang around here much, you know how my parents are about their stuff and not bothering anyone.”

There was a brief silence and then, suddenly, the house door opened. Lucía came out wearing a black bikini and a towel over her shoulder, barefoot on the grass. She walked toward us with that self-assured air of hers that always made me nervous.

“Hi, Mateo,” she said, and without her mother noticing she shot me a look full of mischief. “Come to see Mom?”

“He’s come to see me, actually,” Carmen laughed. “He has nothing better to do than chat with older ladies.”

While we kept making small talk, Lucía pointed with her eyes to the waistband peeking above her mother’s trousers. Then she winked at me, slowly, confirming that they were the same ones we had “marked” together the night before. I felt all my blood rush downward and noticed the bulge growing under my shorts.

“Hey, Mateo,” my aunt said, “why don’t you take a dip in the pool? All your cousins are out there, and so is Sofía’s boyfriend. Go on with Lucía and say hello.”

“Come on, I’ll walk you there,” Lucía added. The shameless little bitch was having a blast with my nervousness.

“Uh… better not, I can’t stop. My dad’s waiting for me to fix some thing or other and he gets annoyed if I’m late. Another day, maybe.”

“What a shame,” Carmen said. “Well, you’ll come by later.”

“Yeah, such a pity you don’t have a minute,” Lucía cut in, with every intention of doing so. “The pool is amazing. And if it’s the swimsuit you’re worried about, don’t. I’ll lend you one. You know several bikinis went missing a few days ago? We thought they’d been stolen, but then they turned up in a corner of the garden. We figured the wind must have taken them. How strange, right?”

“Yes… very strange,” I muttered, red as a tomato. “Well, I have to go. See you later, Lucía. Bye, Carmen.”

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

I gave “my panties” one last look and ran home. This Lucía really is twisted. And yet, a huge smile stayed on my face the whole way back.

***

I spent the afternoon reading, loafing around, and dozing off. Anything to make time pass. I checked the clock every five minutes and, to my misery, only five minutes had passed each time. When the hour finally came, I put on a dark T-shirt — I had already learned it was better to be discreet — and loose shorts, because there was a very good chance I’d have to pull them down. I slipped out of the house quietly so as not to wake my parents.

The ten minutes through the woods I spent imagining what surprise my cousin had prepared for me. Lucía was an intriguing girl; she liked the thrill, playing at the edge, and didn’t care who got involved along the way. What was strange was that I didn’t see her simply as a woman to desire, but as an accomplice in a very special hobby that only the two of us shared.

I reached the ground-floor window, hid among the bushes, and waited. The house was dark, except for one light on the second floor. After about ten minutes crouched there, I saw the bathroom door open without the light being switched 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 moving closer.

“Wait a bit. I’m waiting for something for us,” she said, and disappeared again.

I couldn’t see her, but I could picture her with shining eyes. What has she gone to get? The excitement rose in me slowly and, almost without realizing it, I started rubbing myself over my trousers. After a while the light in the upstairs room went off and immediately the one next door came on. I heard a toilet flush, muffled footsteps, and finally the last light went out completely.

A few minutes later I recognized her silhouette moving down the hallway. She was only wearing a long T-shirt, one of those sleeping shirts. Before I even had to call out, she was already pressed up against the bars. She switched on the little mirror lamp and came closer. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright with pure anticipation.

“Sorry, man, but I had to wait until they were done,” she said very quietly. “Remember I told you this morning Sofía’s boyfriend was here? His name’s Ramón and he’s an asshole, but she adores him. My parents don’t let them sleep together, so they send him to the guest room.”

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

“The thing is Sofía sneaks out at night to get fucked by him,” she went on. “They think nobody can hear them, but the walls are thin. I hear her moaning and him groaning when he comes. She’s on the pill, so she lets him finish inside. Then he goes to the bathroom, wipes himself with her panties, and hides them at the bottom of the dirty laundry basket so nobody suspects anything. Want to guess what I’ve got in my hand?”

“No fucking way,” I muttered, unable to believe it. She’d been spying on her own sister just to steal the proof.

“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 thick smell hit me from half a meter away. Before I could react, Lucía locked eyes with me, 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 made my skin prickle.

“Dare to taste it?” she said, pulling the garment back a little.

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

“Come on, don’t be a pussy,” she insisted, reading the refusal on my face. “I’m sure you’ve tasted your own load more than once. I always taste mine.”

“Yeah, but it’s not the same,” I replied, embarrassed. “That’s from some other guy. I’m not gay.”

“Don’t be an idiot, nobody said that,” she shot back, lowering her voice until it was almost a command. “It’s an experience, nothing more. Imagine Sofía with her cunt soaked, feeling Ramón swelling inside her and flooding her. It’s like fucking them without them knowing.”

“I don’t know, it’s just…”

“Stick out your tongue,” she ordered, cutting me off cold, in a tone that allowed no argument.

Like 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 didn’t back out. A salty, thick taste flooded my mouth.

I closed my eyes. My hands had already gone to my trousers on their own and I was jerking off shamelessly while I swallowed. When I opened them again, Lucía was licking the last traces from the garment with one hand buried between her legs. From the window I could hear the wet slap of her fingers, fast, out of control.

We came almost at the same time, staring into each other’s eyes through the bars, saying nothing because it wasn’t necessary. I felt my hand go sticky and saw her legs trembling. Then she pushed her hand through the gap in the bars so I could suck on it, and I slipped mine through so she could sip my cum with the same frenzy. Little gasps slipped from both of us with every lick.

In the end we pulled our hands back. Lucía switched off the little lamp and, from the dark, whispered to me:

“See you tomorrow, Mateo.”

I stood there watching her silhouette disappear on tiptoe down the hallway, her T-shirt fluttering with every step. I turned around and headed back home through the woods, still with that чуждое taste on my tongue, thinking about how far we were willing to go and how little I cared anymore.