The Photo of My Ex That Changed Everything Between Us

That night there wasn’t really any dinner. We nibbled on cold cuts, cheese, and bread, with our glasses always full, in front of the TV. The three of us had come out of the bathroom almost at the same time and settled into the living room in what you wear to sleep: Claudia and Verónica in long, loose T-shirts, with nothing underneath; me in cotton shorts.

I don’t know if they were doing it on purpose or if they simply didn’t consider me a problem. Verónica was my sister; I suppose that gave her a certain peace of mind. Claudia, on the other hand, knew exactly what effect she had on men, but that night she seemed to have forgotten that too.

The problem was that I wasn’t immune. Every time one of them moved —to reach for a glass, to settle into the sofa, to laugh at something on the screen— the T-shirt shifted and I was left staring fixedly at a place I had no business looking. Nipples pressing through the fabric, hard, pointed forward as if calling me. Their legs almost completely bare, and more than once, when Claudia crossed one over the other, I managed to catch a glimpse of the dark hair on her naked cunt between her thighs. Verónica wasn’t far behind: she’d lean on her side and her T-shirt would ride up to her hip, showing me the curve of her ass. By the time the first show ended, I had a rock-hard cock and was holding a cushion over my lap.

—Are you cold? —Verónica asked, raising an eyebrow.

—No.

—Then it’s the other thing.

—Yeah —I admitted—. The other thing. Nothing can be done with you two in the same room.

She laughed softly, almost despite herself. Claudia was in the kitchen looking for something.

—You’re incorrigible —Vero said.

—I’m not to blame for anything. It’s you two, running around with your asses hanging out.

She made a dismissive gesture with her hand, but it lasted half a second. Her eyes slid involuntarily to the bulge the cushion didn’t quite cover, and she swallowed. When Claudia came back with the ice for the glasses, Verónica stood up without saying anything and disappeared down the hallway.

***

Claudia sat down beside me. The distance between us disappeared on its own, as always. We had spent months building something neither of us knew how to define, although that morning we had defined it pretty well, with her on all fours on the kitchen counter and me fucking her until her knees buckled.

—What happened to your sister? —she asked.

—She said she was sleepy.

She looked at me sideways. She had that way of looking that didn’t allow half measures.

—You sure you didn’t fight?

—Sure. I just make her bitch sometimes. It’s nothing.

—And you? —she asked, lowering her eyes to the cushion.

I moved it aside. My cock had made a tent in the cotton shorts, thick and with the head already damp.

—You’ve had this since this morning —I said.

She smiled with her lips pressed together, that expression of hers that meant several things at once. I took her hand and, before she could say anything, guided it under the elastic of my shorts. Her fingers closed around my cock on their own, measuring it, and I felt her breathing change. She began to move her hand slowly, with a loose wrist, taking me all the way around with her fist from the base to the head and back down again.

—Put that away —she murmured—, your sister might come back.

But I didn’t put it away. And she didn’t ask me twice either. On the contrary: she kept jerking me off under the elastic, with that calculated slowness of someone who knows exactly how long it takes a man to break.

Her mouth found mine and she pushed her tongue all the way in, sucking my lips as if she were eating me. With her free hand she pulled my shorts down to my knees and my cock sprang out, hard, pointing at her face. She wasted no time: she knelt on the rug between my legs, looked up at me with shining eyes, and spat a strand of saliva onto the head before grabbing the base with both hands.

—Shut up —she whispered—, because if your sister hears you, I’m not sucking you off.

She took my whole cock into her mouth at once, until I felt it hit the back of her throat. She stayed there, barely choking, with wet eyes and her nose pressed against my pubic mound. When she came back up, she left a thread of saliva hanging between her lips and the tip. She went back down, this time slower, sucking with all the force of her cheeks, her tongue working against the frenulum. Every time she got to the bottom she paused a second and let her throat close around the head.

I had to bite my fist to keep from making noise. With my other hand I grabbed the back of her neck and guided her up and down, setting the rhythm myself. She let me, with her hands planted on my thighs and her tits hanging under the T-shirt, swaying with each thrust. Every so often she pulled back to breathe, spat again on the head, and took me back to the hilt, jerking off what little of me remained outside her mouth with both hands.

—You like the way I suck you? —she said very quietly, her voice hoarse—. You see how your wife doesn’t suck you like this?

—I don’t have a wife, idiot.

—Yet —she said, and laughed with my cock resting against her cheek.

It took her a long time to come up. When she did, her eyes were shining and her expression wasn’t guilt, but hunger.

—Give me your milk —she said—. I want to know how it tastes. Come in my mouth.

I did as she asked. I grabbed her by the ears and pushed my hips against her face while she sucked with all her strength. I came in thick bursts, one after another, against the back of her throat. She took it without moving her head, calmly, swallowing each spurt like someone carrying out something she’d been planning for a long time. When I was done, she sucked the tip until the last drop and pulled me out with a wet kiss.

—You taste clean —she said, licking her lips.

After that I had her on top of me on the sofa. She pulled her T-shirt over her head and ended up naked on top of me, her big tits falling to either side, the brown nipples hard. She took my cock, rubbed it along her wet cunt lips, and slowly sat down on it, centimeter by centimeter, until her pubis met mine. She stayed there, breathing hard, impaled to the hilt, and began to move in circles with her hips.

She controlled everything: the speed, the angle, the depth. Sometimes she would rise almost completely and come back down with a sharp drop that made her tits bounce. Other times she stayed planted at the top and only moved her pelvis forward and back, clenching me inside with the muscles of her cunt. I grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She threw her head back and let out a long moan.

—Harder —she panted—. Twist them, don’t be a fag.

I twisted her nipples until she let out a cry and covered her mouth with her hand. She rode faster and faster, her ass slapping against my thighs, her cunt dripping over my cock and my balls until it stained the sofa.

At one point she leaned over me and whispered something about a baby, her lips against my ear. It wasn’t the first time she’d mentioned it, but this time it sounded different.

—Stay inside —she said—. This time stay inside. Fill my cunt, give me a baby, don’t take anything out of me.

I squeezed her ass with both hands and drove her against my pubis, thrusting from below. I came inside her in long waves, feeling her cunt milk each spurt out of me. She came on top of me almost at the same time, shaking all over, biting her lip so she wouldn’t scream. When we were still, she collapsed against my chest with my cock still inside her, not letting me slip out.

—Not a drop outside —she murmured against my neck—. Let it all stay where it has to stay.

I stayed.

***

The next morning Verónica appeared in the dining room looking like she’d slept three hours. Claudia already had the coffee ready and the little pastries on the table.

—Did you rest? —I asked her.

—No. —She sat down and looked straight at me—. And it’s your two’s fault.

—But ten minutes after you left, we went to bed too.

—Yeah, pal —she said—. I heard you perfectly. Growling, voices asking for more, loud comments about things I’d rather not have imagined. “Come inside me, give me a child.” Very discreet of you. I stayed wide awake with my fingers in my cunt until my wrist hurt, and even then. I went to bed frustrated, dreamed frustrated dreams, and woke up worse. It was a horrible night.

—Sorry —Claudia said, her cup halfway to her mouth.

—I’m going to the pool —Vero announced, and stood up without finishing her coffee.

—Go talk to her —Claudia said to me as soon as she left.

—Me?

—You. Now. And do what you have to do, but fix it.

***

When I went out to the garden, Verónica was sitting on the edge of the pool with her feet dangling in the water. She was wearing a blue bikini that was a little loose on her. The bottoms were sinking into the crack of her ass and the top barely contained her tits. Her eyes were closed and her face tilted toward the sun, her arms stretched out behind her supporting her weight, which arched her chest forward.

I got into the water without making a sound, moved forward slowly underwater, and surfaced a few inches away. When she opened her eyes, she found me there.

—I came to apologize —I said.

—I’m the one who should apologize. —She sighed—. You’re not responsible for the bad day I’m having.

—What’s wrong?

—It’s embarrassing.

—Tell me anyway.

It took her a while. She looked down at her feet in the water.

—I’m ovulating —she said at last—. It happens to me every time: high temperature, a dull pain down there, and a desperate need to get fucked that doesn’t go away on its own. Andrés isn’t here. And to make things worse, I heard you two last night and finished ruining the night.

—I understand.

—No, you don’t. Or you understand too well and don’t know what to say.

I laughed. So did she, just a little.

—I can give you a belly massage —I offered—. Sometimes it eases the pain.

She looked at me out of the corner of her eye.

—Without bad intentions?

—If at any point you feel something you don’t want, you tell me and I stop.

She hesitated for a second. Then she let herself fall back, resting her spine on the edge of the pool, her legs still in the water, eyes closed. She covered her face with one arm.

I placed my palm over her stomach, just above the bikini elastic, and started tracing slow circles. I heard her breathe in deeply and let the air out slowly. I began shifting the motion downward, centimeter by centimeter, unhurried. When I reached the edge of the fabric, I adjusted the pressure upward so the skin slid on its own: a small, calculated movement that brushed what the fabric covered without touching it directly. With my thumb I barely grazed the bulge the bottoms marked between her legs.

The second or third time I made that movement, she let out a sound she tried to turn into a cough.

The fourth time, she stopped trying.

—Little brother —she said through her teeth—. Don’t stop.

I didn’t stop.

She took my hand and brought it under the fabric. I found her hot, soaked, with the lips of her cunt swollen and parted, waiting for me. I slid two fingers in to the knuckles and she jolted. My palm pressed against her clit. I started moving them inside, curling them upward, looking for that spot that makes women tremble. When I found it, she arched her back and lifted her ass off the ground.

—There, you son of a bitch —she moaned—. There, there.

I slid in a third finger. There was no room for another and still she kept asking for more. With my free hand I moved the bikini top aside and let one tit out. The nipple was rock hard, dark, with a large areola. I leaned down and sucked it, biting it lightly while I kept working my fingers deep inside her.

—Yes —she said, louder than she meant to—. Like that. Don’t stop. Don’t stop, little brother, finger-fuck me, break my cunt.

The pool water splashed against the edge with every thrust. Above us, the sun was beating down hard. I let go of her breast and spoke into her mouth while I fucked her with my hand.

—Do you like it like this, little sister? Does Andrés do it to you like this?

—Harder than Andrés —she panted—. Better than Andrés. Don’t stop, please.

I pressed the palm of my hand against her clit and rubbed it in circles while my fingers kept going in, fucking her faster and faster. She started moving on her own, riding my hand, her mouth open and not caring anymore about the noise she was making. Her orgasm was long and loud: she screamed into the palm of her own hand, and her cunt clenched around my fingers in spasms that lasted more than a minute. It ran down her wrist to her elbow.

Afterward she lay there, arms open and body completely relaxed.

I helped her out of the water and carried her to the wide lounge chair against the wall. I lay down beside her. She held me without saying anything for a while. Then I kissed her on the forehead. On the cheek. On the neck. A little lower, on the breast that was still bare.

—This can’t happen again —she said.

—Yeah.

—But I’m dying to do it again. Right now, while Claudia isn’t here.

She turned my face with one hand and kissed me on the mouth, long, pushing her tongue all the way in.

She took off what was left of her bikini and spread her legs over the lounge chair. Her cunt looked red, swollen, shining from how wet she was. I pulled down my shorts and settled on top of her. She took my cock herself and guided it between her lips, rubbing the tip against her clit before letting me in.

—Slow —she said—. It’s been a long time since I’ve had one this big in me.

I entered slowly, feeling her cunt open to make room for me, gripping me centimeter by centimeter. When I got to the bottom, a long moan escaped her that vibrated in her chest against mine.

—Now yes —she whispered—. Now break me.

I fucked her there, on the lounge chair, with the sun overhead and the sound of water. Vero told me exactly what she wanted: first slowly, with long thrusts that reached deep and made her close her eyes; then face down, with her ass up and her face against the cushion, while I held her by the hips and entered her from behind, watching my cock disappear between her cheeks again and again. In that position she asked me to pull her hair, and I did. To slap her ass, and I slapped it, until her ass was marked red with my hand.

—I’m a whore —she panted into the cushion—. I’m a whore, fuck me like a whore, not like your sister.

Then she asked me to lie down and climbed on top, with her back to me, facing the pool. She squatted onto my cock, planting her feet on the edges of the lounge chair, and started bouncing up and down as if she were riding me hands-free. I could see her ass opening and closing over my cock, the cunt lips stretching around the base every time she came all the way down.

—I’m going to come again —she announced—. I’m going to come on your cock, little brother.

And she came, clenching me inside so hard she almost milked me too. I grabbed her hips, tipped her forward with my cock still inside, and got her on all fours over the lounge chair. I fucked her at a beastly pace, without care, the sound of my thighs slapping against her ass filling the garden.

—Inside or outside? —I asked when I couldn’t take it anymore.

—Outside —she moaned—. On my ass. I’m not taking the risk, little brother, not like Claudia.

I pulled out just in time and jerked myself off over her buttocks. The bursts landed thick and hot on her lower back and the crease of her ass. She stayed still, face down, panting, with my cum running between her cheeks to her cunt.

When we reached the end, both of us breathless, we stayed wrapped around each other in silence until we heard Claudia’s car coming in through the garage gate.

***

After lunch and a long nap, the three of us gathered around the pool. Claudia had an envelope in her hand. She set it on the table without saying anything and waited.

—Open it —she told Verónica.

Vero took out a photo printed on photo paper. Sharp, shot up close, perfectly focused. A young woman’s face with her mouth around something mid-action that I recognized instantly: lips stretched around a thick cock, her tongue peeking out beneath the head. Smiling at the camera. One hand on the balls and the other pinching her nipple. And a man’s hand resting on her head, with two unmistakable rings: a wedding band and a signet ring.

Rodrigo’s signet ring.

The woman’s face was Jimena. My ex.

—When did this arrive? —I asked. It wasn’t really a question.

—The day after the episode at the police station —Claudia said—. Someone wanted to hurt me with this. They didn’t count on the fact that I was already going to stop caring.

Verónica looked at me. I was holding the photo and I wasn’t quite sure what I felt.

—Does it hurt? —Vero asked me.

—Less than it should —I admitted.

—Good —Claudia said—. Because there’s more. Listen.

***

She told Rodrigo’s story in one continuous flow, without detours, as if she’d been waiting a long time for the moment.

That same afternoon, after Verónica and I left, Rodrigo stayed restless. Claudia knew him too well. Before dinner she asked him outright what was wrong, and he confessed: he had been with Jimena. Once, he said. Claudia didn’t ask him whether it was true.

—I told him to go sleep in the guest room —she told us—. That I’d let him know when we continued talking.

During dinner she told him her decision. The marriage was over. Outwardly they could keep up appearances as usual; inwardly, she would act as if he didn’t exist. Each to their own, no control, no explanations.

—I asked them to turn the guest room into a permanent bedroom —she said—. That night he looked for somewhere to sleep without asking questions.

There was something else. She said it looking me in the eye.

—I told him I wanted to be a mother. That I’d see how and when. That he could acknowledge the child or not, give it his surname or not, but that I would stay quiet in any case. And that if he tried to control me or spy on us, I would leave the house and make a few calls that would complicate his life quite a bit.

Silence.

—And him? —Verónica asked.

—He told me “perfect, my love.” —Claudia smiled, but not happily—. He has too much to lose.

***

Several months have passed since that weekend at Claudia’s house.

I can study without going without. Jimena’s betrayal now feels remote to me, almost foreign, as if it had happened to someone else. I have the real affection of two people who know me without filters, who open their legs whenever they feel like it and ask for my cock without shame, and that weighs in a way I hadn’t expected.

Claudia is pregnant. We decided together, without documents or formal promises, in an honest conversation one night while it rained outside and I was finishing emptying the second load inside her cunt. Rodrigo will take legal paternity without asking questions. That was the deal, and we all kept it.

I don’t know what name time will give all this. But as long as we keep being honest with each other —and as long as Vero keeps showing up in my room on ovulation days with her panties in her hand—, I don’t need to know.