The Punishment My Cousin Made Me Watch

Mateo had spent every summer of his adult life at the seaside house his aunt Liliana owned half an hour from town. They were a family without many inhibitions, the kind who moved around the house naturally and laughed at anyone else’s embarrassment, and by the age of twenty-seven he had grown used to that very particular atmosphere of trust. What he never quite got used to was Bruno.

Bruno was twenty-nine and had always been a friend of the family. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that unbearable confidence of someone who had never doubted himself, he strutted around as if everything belonged to him. He loved to show off, dropping comments about his body, about what he had too much of and everyone else lacked. And everyone else was almost always Mateo.

“Let’s see if you work out a little this year, cuz,” he threw at him that very morning, giving him an overly hard slap on the back. “Women get bored with the same old thing. I’ll teach you, if you want, how to really fuck. Besides, with the dick you’ve got, you’re not going to get very far on your own.”

Always the same. Always me as the easy target.

His mother, Renata, and his aunt Liliana, two women in their early forties who still had a presence capable of making anyone uncomfortable, let out a conspiratorial laugh from the veranda. His cousin Noa, on the other hand, didn’t laugh. She looked at him from the hammock with an expression Mateo couldn’t decipher, one she had been carrying around for several days now.

“Don’t listen to him,” she told him quietly when Bruno headed toward the pool. “People who think they’re so great always get what’s coming to them.”

There was something in her tone, a new coldness, that made Mateo keep looking at her longer than he should have. Noa was twenty-eight, with fair hair tied up in a loose bun and reddened eyes, as if she had been crying and didn’t want anyone to notice.

***

That afternoon Mateo went for a walk alone along the path bordering the cliffs. He needed to clear his head, get away from the heat and from Bruno, and returned when the sun was already beginning to sink. He found Noa sitting on the front step, waiting for him.

“I was looking for you,” she said, springing to her feet.

Her eyes were shining again. Mateo asked what was wrong, and she took a while to answer. When she did, she let it all spill out in one breath: Bruno had led her on for days, promised her things he had no intention of keeping, fucked her twice while promising her the world, and then treated her like some common whore, not even answering her messages.

“He shoved himself between my legs as if he were doing me a favor,” she murmured, jaw clenched. “And when he finished inside me, he got up, put on his pants, and told me not to make a scene.”

Mateo’s face grew hot. For the first time in his life he felt like confronting that bastard, shouting all the things he had kept bottled up for years. He took a step toward the door, but Noa stopped him with her arm. Then she smiled. It was a slow, calm smile that didn’t fit with the tears she had been shedding moments earlier.

“That pig is already getting what he deserves,” she murmured, winking at him. “Come on. I want you to see.”

***

They entered the house without making a sound. Noa led him down the hall to one of the rooms at the back, in the wing that was almost never used. They didn’t open the door all the way; they stayed in the doorway, in the gloom, watching what was happening inside.

Mateo’s eyes flew wide. Bruno was in the center of the room, naked, tied to a sturdy chair with his arms behind him and his legs spread apart by a bar. All the arrogance he had shown that morning had vanished. He was sweating, his chest heaving and his cheeks wet, and a piece of rope still dangled from his wrist, where he had tried unsuccessfully to loosen it. Between his spread legs, the cock he was always bragging about hung limp and shrunken, glistening with saliva and humiliation.

In front of him, his aunt Liliana held a riding crop with a calmness more frightening than any shout. She made it whistle once through the air without touching him, and Bruno shrank back like a child.

“Are you apologizing?” she asked, approaching slowly. “You took advantage of my niece. You used her and then threw her away like garbage. Did you think we wouldn’t find out?”

“I’m sorry… I’m really sorry,” he stammered.

“Too late,” Liliana said, brushing his thigh with the crop, barely a caress that made him tremble.

She lowered the leather tip along the inside of his thigh until it grazed his balls. Bruno groaned, gritting his teeth, while Liliana lifted his cock with the crop as if it were some foreign object, something filthy she was inspecting with disgust.

“With this ridiculous little thing, you thought you owned the world,” she murmured, giving the tip a sharp tap that tore an animal cry from him. “Look at it. It can’t even get hard. You spend all day boasting, and when a real woman looks at you, you’re as limp as a rag.”

Renata appeared from the side then, and Mateo had to suppress an exclamation. His mother wore a harness snug around her hips, and attached to it was a thick, black dildo, obscenely long, swaying with every step. She walked up to Bruno with a serene, almost bored authority, like someone with all the time in the world.

“Open your mouth,” she ordered.

Bruno pressed his lips together. Liliana struck his nipple sharply with the crop, and the cry opened his mouth by reflex. Renata seized the moment and drove the rubber cock down his throat in a single thrust. Bruno choked, his eyes filling with tears, his nose pressed against her pubis.

“That’s better,” Renata said as he gagged, holding him by the hair. “You’re always bragging about being such a big mouth, and look at you, sucking my cock like a little girl. You’re going to learn to respect the women in this house, even if it’s the last thing you do this summer.”

She began fucking his mouth mercilessly, moving in and out with long thrusts that made saliva run down his chin. Every time Bruno tried to turn his face away, Liliana drove the crop into his thigh and he had to open up again. Renata forced him to suck the tip, lick the sides, and kiss her fake balls with his tongue hanging out.

“Look at me while you suck me,” she demanded. “Look me in the eyes, pig. Know who’s teaching you some manners.”

Bruno obeyed, crying silently, his red eyes fixed on hers while the black cock slid in and out of his mouth. A strand of drool hung down to his chest.

***

Noa squeezed Mateo’s shoulder from behind. He realized he was breathing unevenly, and not precisely from horror. There was a dark excitement in watching it, in seeing Bruno—the invincible Bruno—reduced to a pleading wreck with a cock in his mouth.

“He always humiliated you over everything, didn’t he?” Noa whispered in his ear. “For what you are, for what you aren’t. Now you’re going to enjoy his suffering.”

Her hands slid over his abdomen and unbuttoned his pants with a deftness that left him breathless. She pulled his underwear down to mid-thigh and gripped his cock with her whole hand, squeezing the base. She found him hard, harder than he could remember ever being, so tense that the skin gleamed.

“Look what you’ve got growing, cuz,” she whispered, running her thumb over the tip and spreading the clear drop already beading there. “You’re dripping just watching him like this. So am I.”

She pressed herself against his back, and he felt the damp heat of her sex through the thin fabric of her shorts. Noa had raised one leg and was rubbing herself shamelessly, and he could smell his cousin mixed with the sweat of the afternoon.

“I’m sorry I laughed at you all these years, cuz,” she said, kissing his neck while her hand continued moving up and down his entire length, squeezing and twisting her wrist when she reached the glans. “I’ll make it up to you now. With my hand first. Then my mouth. Then you’re going to fuck your cousin until you drop.”

Inside, Liliana had taken control again. She signaled to her sister, who pulled the black cock from Bruno’s mouth with a wet sound that echoed through the room. A long string of saliva hung from his swollen lips. She moved behind him, tied a thin rope around his neck, and pulled just enough to force him to keep his back straight.

“Do you like feeling this small?” she said in his ear, with poisoned sweetness, while her other hand lowered and took hold of his flaccid cock. “It won’t even get hard, look. You spent all morning boasting, and now there’s nothing. Tell me, sister, what do you think?”

“I think he’s learning,” Renata replied, removing the harness and laying it on the bed. “Too bad some people only understand the hard way. Put him on all fours.”

Liliana loosened the ropes from the back of the chair, forced him to stand by tugging on the one around his neck, and shoved him facedown onto the bed, his ass raised and his hands still tied behind him. Bruno tried to struggle.

“Stay still,” Liliana hissed, striking his buttock with the crop and leaving a red mark instantly. “You’re going to learn what it feels like when someone else decides for you.”

Renata put the harness back on. She slowly coated the dildo with oil, unhurriedly, watching Bruno as she did it, enjoying every second of terror on his face. She approached him from behind, spread his buttocks with her hands, and set the tip against his ass. Bruno groaned, shook his head, and began to beg.

“No, please, no, not there, I’m begging you…”

“Shut up,” Renata said without changing her tone, and pushed.

It went in all at once, without preparation, and the scream Bruno let out was something Mateo had never heard come from a man. A high, animal howl that was cut off when Liliana stuffed a rolled-up handkerchief into his mouth as a gag.

“That’s it,” Renata murmured, gripping his hips. “Now you’re going to know what Noa felt when you shoved your cock inside her without asking.”

She began fucking him with long, steady thrusts, her hips striking his ass with a sharp, rhythmic sound. Every time she sank all the way in, Bruno shrieked against the gag, his face red and drenched with tears and saliva. Liliana grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, forcing him to look at himself in the wardrobe mirror.

“Look at yourself,” she spat in his ear. “Look closely. This is you. An open ass, begging. This is what you are, what you always were; someone just had to show you.”

Renata fucked him harder and faster, sweat running between her breasts. The bed creaked with every thrust. When Bruno tried to close his legs, Liliana dug her nails into his thighs and forced them open again.

“Don’t close anything, you bastard. Now you take it all.”

***

Mateo felt his legs weaken. Noa’s hand had grown firm and precise, and every time Bruno moaned against the gag inside the room, she increased the pace a little, as if she were directing both scenes at once. With her other hand she stroked his neck, bit his earlobe, and spoke so softly that only he could hear her.

“Look at them breaking him,” she whispered against his ear, her wet tongue circling his earlobe. “Look at the big macho of the house crying with a dildo up his ass. And you’re going to come just from watching, aren’t you? You’re about to spill; I can feel it at the tip.”

Noa suddenly crouched down. She went to her knees behind the door, in the darkness, and took Mateo’s cock into her mouth while looking up at him. She lowered herself slowly, wrapping him in her hot lips, her tongue pressed against the underside, until the tip touched the back of her throat. He gripped the doorframe with both hands to keep from falling.

“Don’t make a sound,” she whispered as she pulled away for a moment, her lips glistening. “If they find us, the show’s over. Keep quiet and hold on.”

She took him back into her mouth, deeper this time, and began sucking him with a slow, cruel rhythm that brought him to the edge without allowing him to reach it. Every time she felt Mateo about to explode, she eased off, ran her tongue over his balls, kissed the base, and waited a few seconds with her hand closed around his shaft to delay him. Then she swallowed him whole again.

Inside, Renata was still fucking him. The scene was brutal: the forty-year-old woman, serious and focused, driving into the ass of that broken giant as if she were hammering in a stake. Liliana had released his hair and was now biting the nape of his neck, squeezing his nipples between her fingers until they turned purple, speaking into his ear the whole time, words Mateo couldn’t understand but that made Bruno shake his head and cry even harder.

Noa noticed he was about to come. She pulled his cock from her mouth, rose slowly, lowered her shorts and panties to her knees, and leaned against the hallway wall, arching her back. She opened herself with two fingers in front of him, showing him her wet, glistening, swollen cunt.

“Now here,” she ordered in a whisper. “Inside. Quickly. Don’t let them hear you.”

Mateo stood behind her and plunged in at once. She was so hot and slippery that he slid all the way to the hilt without resistance. Noa covered his mouth with her hand over her shoulder to muffle the moan that escaped him. She began moving against him, squeezing him with her walls, slowly rolling her ass so he wouldn’t come too quickly.

“Quiet, quiet, quiet,” she repeated with her lips pressed to his, while he fucked her standing against the wall, his hips bumping as softly as he could against her ass. “Look inside. Look at him while you fuck me. That’s how you learn.”

Mateo obeyed. He watched Bruno tied up, broken, gagged, his ass raised, while at the same time he felt his cousin’s burning cunt milking his cock. The tension of having to stay silent while his whole body screamed drove him to the edge faster than he would have liked.

“Inside,” Noa whispered when she felt him swell. “Come inside me, I don’t care. Fill me. Now.”

He came with a muffled grunt against the nape of her neck, gripping her hips and thrusting all the way in as he emptied himself in spurts that made her tremble. Noa bit the back of her hand to keep from screaming, squeezing him with her cunt in little spasms that milked him dry. He felt his hot release surge inside her and remain there.

When it was over, he stayed pressed against her, breathing into her shoulder, utterly spent. Noa didn’t pull away right away. She waited until she felt him softening inside her, and only then slowly moved away, letting him slip out. A white thread ran down the inside of her thigh. She ran two fingers through it, brought them to her mouth, and sucked them while looking into his eyes.

“Good boy,” she said, kissing him on the mouth with a tenderness that contrasted with everything else. “Now that was a fuck, cuz. Save some more for me later.”

“Why me?” he asked, still breathless, pulling his pants back up with clumsy hands.

“Because you never thought you were better than anyone else,” she replied, adjusting her soaked panties. “And in this house, that’s worth more than you think.”

***

Inside, Liliana checked the time on her wrist.

“It’s getting late,” she announced. “Mateo said he’d be back at sunset. Let’s finish up.”

Renata nodded, gave two more long, deep thrusts, and slowly withdrew. The dildo came out glistening, and Bruno collapsed onto the bed, moaning against the gag, his ass red, open, and his whole body trembling. They removed the handkerchief from his mouth, and he coughed, spat, and began crying silently.

They loosened some of the ropes and stood him up, each woman supporting one of his arms because his legs could barely hold him. They removed the rope from his neck and dropped a robe over him to cover him.

“Listen to me carefully,” Liliana told him, taking him by the chin so he would look at her. “This never happened. You fell down the stairs, understood? And if you ever lay a hand on my niece, or anyone else, next time there won’t be a crop or a dildo. There will be silence. And no one will come looking for you.”

Bruno nodded, trembling, unable to form a word.

Noa tugged on Mateo’s sleeve.

“Come on, before they come out,” she whispered. “You just got back from your walk, remember?”

***

They hurried down the stairs and went back out into the garden. Mateo barely had time to compose himself before the two women appeared on the veranda, calm as if they had spent the afternoon reading. His mother asked him how the walk had been, and he answered something even he couldn’t hear.

That night, Bruno came down to dinner hunched over, his face pale, with an unconvincing story about slipping on the stairs. No one contradicted him. Renata even poured him a little more wine, smiling, and wished him a speedy recovery in such a kind voice that Mateo’s skin prickled.

Over the following days, the household hierarchy was established without a single word being said about it. Bruno no longer boasted. He no longer slapped anyone on the back or made comments. He walked carefully, spoke little, and lowered his gaze whenever Liliana or Renata entered a room. The giant had become invisible.

“Do you think he learned his lesson?” Mateo asked Noa one afternoon as they lay together in the shade of the porch.

“People like him never learn completely,” she replied, playing her fingers over her cousin’s chest. “But they know how to pretend, and for now that’s enough.”

Then she looked at him with that same slow smile from the room, the one that promised things common sense advised him not to accept. She slid her hand beneath the elastic of his shorts and gripped his cock directly, without hesitation, gently squeezing it as she spoke.

“Besides,” she added, leaning in until her lips brushed his, “you and I still have a lot to celebrate. And this time I want to take my time. I want to fuck you properly, on top, underneath, in your mouth, in your ass. No doors between us. No rushing. All night, until I leave you dry.”

Mateo understood that something had changed forever that summer, and that he had no intention of leaving that house for anything in the world.