Pregnant and hotter than ever at my parents’ house

Nobody prepares you for what your body asks for once you’ve already gone past your due date. I was at forty-one weeks and three days, carrying twins, and the only thing I knew for sure was that I had never in my life been this turned on. Mateo said it was the hormones. I knew it was something deeper, something that had awakened inside me and that I had no intention of putting out.

We had moved into my parents’ house for the last few weeks. The hospital was ten minutes away, my mother could lend a hand, and my husband had taken vacation so he wouldn’t be away from me for even a second. That was the official excuse. The truth was that neither of us wanted to stop what was happening between us under the sheets.

Because despite the weight, the discomfort, the inability to find a sleeping position, all I could think about was getting fucked. It was a physical need, urgent, almost animal. And Mateo, far from getting tired of it, was delighted. He confessed it to me one night while stroking my enormous belly.

—I don’t know how to say this without sounding crazy —he murmured—, but I don’t want this to end. Seeing you like this, so hot, so mine… I’m going to miss getting you pregnant.

If only he knew I was thinking exactly the same thing.

We had agreed to close the factory with these two. But there, in the dark, we were both changing our minds without daring to say it out loud.

***

The problem was that the babies didn’t want to come out. Every two days they examined me, and it was always the same: minimal dilation, contractions that came and went without organizing themselves, perfect vital signs. I had become the longest twin pregnancy my doctor had ever seen in her entire career. And I refused to be induced or have a C-section. As long as there was no danger, I was going to wait them out.

What the doctor never quite believed was when I swore to her that I was having tons of sex and still nothing was moving. She was missing one piece of the puzzle. She was missing the fact that in that house there were four of us involved in the matter.

Because along with Mateo and me, my brother Tomás and his girlfriend, Rocío, were living there too. She was a nurse, one of those who assists births, and ever since they’d moved in with us, the walls of the house had stopped keeping secrets. I heard them. They heard me. And from so much listening to each other, something had been lit between the four of us that no one had ever fully put into words.

***

It was on a Friday night that everything sped up. We had eaten dinner, my parents still hadn’t come back from work, and I’d had a very long afternoon. Mateo had taken care of me a couple of times before going to the supermarket. Tomás, taking advantage of the fact that we were alone for a while, had given me a quick release with his mouth pressed against the edge of the sofa. And even so I was still hungry for more.

Halfway through dinner I felt the strongest contraction so far. I froze, gripping the tablecloth, waiting for it to pass. Twenty minutes later another came. And then a third. For the first time they were coming one after another, with a rhythm that seemed real.

—Sister-in-law —said Rocío, setting down her fork—, do you want me to check you? You were at three centimeters two days ago. The doctor said that when you got to seven we should take you to the hospital.

—Yes, please —I replied—. Check me.

Between Tomás and Mateo they helped me to the bedroom, got me settled on the bed, and left to give me privacy with Rocío. I was only wearing a robe, so it was easy. She sat beside me and started putting on gloves.

—Rocío, wait —I stopped her, and felt my face burn as I said it—. I don’t want the gloves. I want to feel your fingers.

She let out a soft laugh, that laugh I knew from hearing her on the other side of the hallway at midnight.

—All right, sister-in-law.

She started with one finger, feeling her way. I was so wet it went in without effort. She slid in a second, reached my cervix, and told me I was already at five centimeters. At that instant another contraction hit and a moan escaped me.

—Do you want me to help? —she asked, and we both knew she wasn’t talking about the pain of labor.

—Please —I begged.

Rocío lowered her head and went straight for it, no beating around the bush. She knew my body better than I did by then, she knew exactly where to curl her fingers and where to press her tongue. I came almost immediately, hard, soaking her hand up to the elbow. For weeks that had been happening to me: pleasure overwhelming me in a way I’d never even imagined before.

—If you keep coming like that —she joked, wiping herself on the sheet—, we won’t know whether your water broke or you just came again.

—I swear to you that before you two I’d never felt anything like this —I gasped.

She stayed quiet for a moment, stroking my thigh.

—Have you already talked to Mateo about the plan? —she asked at last.

—I told him I want a calm birth, without so much medication. What I didn’t tell him is that I want you and Tomás to take part too —I smiled—. I’d rather let things happen on their own, so he doesn’t see it coming.

—And your parents? I feel embarrassed with them around.

—That’s why I’m going to ask the doctor to give the instruction in front of everyone —I said—. So they’ll see it as something medical and not as some perverts’ whim.

Rocío burst out laughing, kissed me on the forehead, and went out to update the others.

***

When Mateo came in, he found me still shaken, my cheeks flushed.

—How are you, my love? —he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

—Good, but I need to tell you something and I need you to take it for what it is.

—You’re scaring me.

—Don’t be scared. A little while ago, when Rocío was examining me, I had a very strong contraction and… I asked her for help.

—What kind of help? —his voice tightened slightly.

—Well… the kind of help that eases the pain —I said, looking him in the eyes—. She did it with her mouth. I trust her completely, and she’s a professional.

There was a silence. I watched his chest rise and fall. But it wasn’t anger showing on his face.

—Are you telling me my sister-in-law fingered you? —he asked slowly.

—Yes. Please don’t get mad.

—I’m not mad —he said, and his hand reached for mine—. We’d already talked about it. Whatever it takes so you don’t suffer, that’s what we do. Even if it means half the family has to get you off.

—And you wouldn’t mind with my brother either? —I blurted, playing with fire.

Mateo swallowed. Beneath the sheet, I felt him get hard just from imagining it.

—Maybe we should find out —he replied, and we both laughed.

***

Near midnight I convinced my mother to go to sleep. I assured her that Rocío was across the hall, in Tomás’s room, and that if anything happened I’d shout. Luckily, my parents’ bedroom was on the other floor, far from any noise.

At last we were alone. Mateo and I settled in to try to sleep, him spooned behind me, his hand on my belly. But as soon as it went quiet, we started hearing them. First Rocío’s muffled moans. Then the rhythmic creaking of the bed on the other side of the wall.

Mateo tried to pretend he was asleep. His body gave him away: his cock had hardened again between my ass cheeks. I saw my chance.

—Who wouldn’t want to be their age with this belly, right, love? —I whispered.

—They remind me of us when we were dating —he answered, his voice strained.

—No, they beat us by a mile. You have no idea how many times I had to listen to them alone when you weren’t home.

—If it bothered you, you should have told them.

—That’s the thing: it didn’t bother me —I confessed, rubbing myself against him—. Quite the opposite. It got me as turned on as it’s getting you now.

I felt him give in. His mouth sought my nape, then my shoulder, while on the other side Rocío’s moans rose in pitch.

—I’m coming, I’m coming —we heard her cry, muffled against the pillow.

And as if my body were answering her, my belly hardened in another contraction.

—Fuck me —I begged him—. I don’t want it to hurt so much.

Mateo entered me from behind, slowly, kneading my swollen breasts, matching my rhythm and the rhythm from the wall. For a moment the moans from the two rooms competed to see which was more obscene, and I swear they ended in a tie. My orgasm came just as the contraction faded, and for an instant there was silence on my side. On the other, the music went on without pause.

—My God, how these two fuck —I murmured, still trembling.

—Confess something to me —said Mateo, licking the sweat from my shoulder—. Did you ever really spy on them?

I laughed, caught red-handed.

—Just once, months ago, when I could still move around easily. I saw Rocío riding him face-to-face. I got embarrassed and left, but I stayed nearby, listening, with my hand inside my pants.

—You’ve become a different person —he said, and he said it like a compliment—. And I love this stage of you.

—I hope I keep it after I give birth.

—And if not —he answered, pulling me tighter against him—, I can always get you pregnant again.

Right then, on the other side of the wall, Rocío’s voice broke the night for a third time.

—Come inside me, Tomás. I want you to get me pregnant.

Mateo and I looked at each other in the dimness, unable to believe what we had just heard.

—Did she say what I think she said? —he asked.

—Word for word —I replied—. Looks like I’m not the only one who got turned on by this pregnancy thing.

—If they keep this up, pretty soon you’ll have her with a belly up to her neck too —he laughed.

And the mere idea of the two of us pregnant at the same time, in the same house, lit us up again until exhaustion overpowered desire.

***

The next day, past nine, neither couple had left their room. I was dozing in Mateo’s arms when a contraction yanked me out of sleep and I let out a moan that this time had nothing pleasurable about it, only pure pain. I hadn’t had time to get myself worked up.

On the other side I heard movement, hesitant footsteps in the hallway. I knew Rocío: she’d be wondering whether to knock or wait. I clenched my teeth, asked Mateo to lower his hand, and as soon as his fingers found the exact spot, the pain turned into something else. My moan changed color under my breath, and from the hallway my sister-in-law’s complicit laughter reached me; she had understood everything without needing to open the door.

By noon, when Rocío finally came in to check me, the contractions were already coming every fifteen minutes and getting more serious by the minute. I had only dilated one more centimeter, and she knew, from experience, that at that pace it could still be many hours before I could push.

—I have an idea —she said, sitting on the bed and lowering her voice—. I’m going to call the doctor in front of everyone, in the living room, with your parents there. She can say herself that you need to be stimulated to speed up labor. That way nobody will suspect, and all four of us can help you without it looking like what it is.

I looked at her, and for a second I forgot the pain.

—You’re the best nurse in the world, sister-in-law —I told her.

—I say that because you love me —she replied, winking at me—. Now rest. This is just beginning.

And as I listened to her dial the doctor’s number in the hallway, with the most professional voice in the world, I smiled in the darkness of the room, knowing that the longest, and hottest, night of my life was still to come.