What My Girlfriend Discovered at Her Cousin’s House

Camila had been bombarding me with messages since noon. I was trying to keep it together at my desk, replying with my left hand while with my right I pretended to write a report that never got anywhere.

Camila “cousin”: What time are you getting here, baby?

Camila “cousin”: I’m insanely horny today.

Camila “cousin”: So? Plenty of juice for your little cousin?

Then the photos started coming. Close-ups of a tongue circling a nipple, others where two fingers were sunk inside her, others with a dildo peeking between her ass cheeks and a thong pulled off to one side. “Little cousin.” That word had short-circuited me since my teens, when an older cousin had shown me everything you don’t learn in school. Camila knew it. She used it with the precision of someone aiming at an old wound.

At noon I had lunch with Lucía, my girlfriend. I told her I had to study that night for an important test, that I had an exam on Saturday morning and couldn’t mess it up. She was going out with her friends to a new bar downtown. We said goodbye on the sidewalk with a quick kiss and a smile I struggled hard to keep in place.

Camila “cousin”: I’m back from the hospital, I’m waiting for you.

Camila “cousin”: How nice, fucking my little cousin’s boyfriend.

Before I left I took a twenty-milligram tadalafil. A coworker had recommended it to me, a veteran in his mid-forties who swore that pill made the difference between a night and a marathon. I thought I was going to need it. I wasn’t wrong.

At a quarter to six I rang the bell. The door opened on its own.

Inside everything was dark. It smelled like vanilla and something else, something carnal, indefinable.

—Close your eyes —she said, appearing from the side.

She put a black blindfold on me and led me to the bathroom. I heard the shower running. Without seeing her, I felt her unbutton my shirt, felt her lower my pants, felt her take everything off with deliberate calm.

—Let me do it —she murmured.

Her soapy hands ran over my chest, my back, my thighs. When she reached my groin, I was already hard. She wasn’t jerking me off to make me come: she was working me gently, with calculated care, as if she wanted to make it clear who was in charge that night.

—Dry off and put on the robe. I’m waiting inside.

She kissed the corner of my mouth, squeezed the base with two fingers, and left. I dried off, combed my hair, put on the white robe she’d left hanging on the towel rack, and opened the bedroom door.

The light was dim, candlelight. The bed was round. And in the center of it, her. Not dressed in just anything: a white corset, fishnet stockings up to mid-thigh, stiletto heels, a short veil held in place by a fake pearl headband. Dressed as a bride.

My cock shot up so fast I felt a throb in my stomach. This girl’s insane, I thought. And I like crazy girls.

—Hi, baby —she said in a syrupy voice.

—Hi, miss.

—Come closer. I’m going to put the wedding ring on you.

She had a double ring in her hand, one of those that fit around the base of the penis and the balls. I’d seen it online but had never put one on. I let her do it. She fitted it on with skillful fingers. Blood pushed against the metal, my cock got even more bulbous, thicker, darker.

—This cock is inspired —she said, kneeling—. I’m going to eat every last bit of it.

She ran her tongue along the shaft without reaching the head. She grabbed my balls, sucked them one by one, let them go with a wet sound. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I grabbed the back of her neck and shoved it all the way in. She took it, opened her throat, let me fuck her mouth. She was a professional. There was no other explanation.

I laid her on the bed. I moved her thong aside, pulled out the anal plug she’d had wedged in there since who knows when, and dropped to my knees to eat her clit while I slid two fingers inside her. She was moaning with her heels dug into the mattress.

—Wait, not yet —she said when I got on top of her.

I didn’t wait. I drove into her three deep thrusts. She tried to wriggle free, bit me, scratched me.

—You son of a bitch, like that, fuck me hard, rail me!

—Who’s your little cousin?

—You, you, you —she kept repeating—. And you’re going to be mine all night.

She sank her teeth into my shoulder. I eased up for a second and that was enough for her to roll me over and end up on top. She started slowly, flexing her muscles, squeezing my cock with a skill that would have made me come if it weren’t for the ring. She bounced on me, her tits bobbing, the veil shifted over one eye.

—Now it’s mine —she murmured—. This cock is mine.

Without warning, she switched holes. She speared herself onto my ass in one stroke.

—Oh, yes, like that, full of cock.

I flipped her over, lifted her legs to my shoulders, and hammered her ass without stopping. I was in a state of euphoria I had never felt before. The tadalafil, the ring, the situation, everything came together in an excitement impossible to bring down. She came twice in a row, screaming, biting her hand so she wouldn’t howl louder.

She collapsed, panting, the veil askew.

And at that instant the bedroom door burst open.

***

—You sons of bitches! Both of you! Sons of bitches!

It was Lucía. Behind her came two of her friends, one with curly hair and another more full-figured, both of them looking like their eyes might pop out of their sockets. They had forced the lock.

—Did you like the live, little cousin? —Camila said from the bed, not moving, almost smiling.

—The what? —I asked, still with my cock out and the ring cutting off my circulation.

—The live —Camila repeated, nodding toward the desk.

On top of a stack of books was a phone propped against a wall, the camera aimed at the bed and a red circle blinking. Son of a bitch. She had been streaming everything live.

—You —Lucía came at me with her hand raised— you, you son of a bitch, with my cousin the whore.

I caught her wrist before she could slap me across the face. I smelled her breath: alcohol and something sweeter, cheap weed.

—What are you coming at me with this bullshit for? —I said, not letting go— What? After your sister’s birthday party, when you offered me as a gift? After dinner with your mother and sister, all three of you on top of me? After your father sat on the edge of the bed and you unzipped him in front of me? And now you’re making a scene because I fucked your cousin?

Lucía opened her mouth. Closed it.

—Your cousin —I went on, lowering my voice— I fucked her months before I even met you. And a month ago I had a fucking party with her and your mother at the same time. So lower your hand, sit down, and decide: either you join in or you leave. And you two —I turned to the friends, who were staring as if they were in another reality— same thing. Here we fuck or you leave.

The curly-haired one made a move toward the door. The full-figured one grabbed her arm.

—We can’t leave —she muttered.

Camila got up, opened a drawer, and spread lingerie, plugs, harnesses, a pair of whips across the bed. It was a full kit.

—All right, girls, what do you want? —she said, tossing a harness to the curly-haired one.

Lucía was still staring at me with fury. I pulled her by the arm, grabbed the back of her neck, and lowered her head toward my cock.

—Look at me, baby. Look at it. Are you going to leave it for your cousin?

She started sucking it begrudgingly, tearful, but sucking. Camila got behind her, pulled down her skirt, and began licking her ass slowly, letting saliva drip, whispering things I couldn’t hear.

—Your little cousin is going to teach you everything your boyfriend never taught you —Camila said—. Relax, little cousin, just let it happen.

The curly-haired one already had the harness on and was penetrating the full-figured one, who was biting the pillow. The room smelled of sweat, oil, perfume mixed with something sour. The camera kept blinking red. I stopped thinking about who was watching. It didn’t matter.

—Come here —I said to the full-figured one, tugging her by the arm— I want to see how you open up.

She got on all fours beside me. She had a tight cunt, rock hard, almost virginal compared with Camila’s. I coated my cock with oil and shoved it all the way in. She screamed.

—Nobody’s ever put a real cock in me before —she gasped.

—Imagine it’s a friend with a harness —Camila whispered in her ear, while pinching her nipples from behind—. Relax, you’re going to like it.

Then I fucked her ass. The curly-haired one had been right: she stretched like nothing else. I went back to her cunt. Meanwhile, Lucía was underneath, eating the full-figured girl’s ass, and Camila was eating Lucía’s cunt. It was a train with four cars, all of us moving at the same rhythm, with nobody wanting to get off.

We changed positions so many times I lost count. Double penetration for Lucía with the curly-haired one. Double for Camila with the full-figured one underneath. Lucía and Camila in sixty-nine, kissing for the first time, biting each other, digging their nails into each other’s asses. My girlfriend, the same one who three hours earlier had wished me luck on a fake test, was now licking her cousin’s cunt like she’d been doing it for years.

—Why didn’t you invite me to play before! —Lucía shouted at one point.

—Because when we were kids you never lent me your toys —Camila shot back, laughing—. But that’s over now, little cousin. Now it’s everything.

The curly-haired one and the full-figured one asked to go into the other room with a couple of toys. The three of us stayed. Camila lay on her back, Lucía settled on top of her in sixty-nine, and I positioned myself behind them. I went from one ass to the other, from one cunt to the other, with no logic and no rest. My cock started hurting. When I looked down, I saw it was purple, swollen, terrifying.

—Take it off me —I told Camila, panting.

She yanked off the ring. Blood started circulating again and I felt an electric current from my pelvis up to the nape of my neck. The two of them came down to suck me at the same time, one on each side, the two little cousins. Less than thirty seconds passed before I warned them.

—Get ready, little cousin —Camila said—. A lot of milk is coming out.

—Shared —Lucía answered.

I came like I never had in my life. I closed my eyes, felt every spurt as a tiny release, a discharge that left me deaf for a few seconds. When I opened them, both of them had their faces covered and were kissing each other, passing my cum from one mouth to the other. Camila kept licking my frenulum a little longer, stretching out the last of the pleasure.

***

They went to shower together. They came back wrapped in towels, lay down one on each side, and rested their heads on my chest. For a moment they looked like a strange, almost familiar family portrait.

—We have something to tell you —Lucía murmured.

—Yeah?

—Now we’re both your girlfriends.

—And we want you to get us both pregnant —Camila added—. So the children will be cousins and siblings at the same time.

—We want to share everything —Lucía finished.

I looked at them. They were both smiling as if they were offering me dessert, not a sentence.

They’re both completely insane, I thought.

—You’re both out of your minds —I said out loud.

They laughed and settled in more comfortably, convinced it had already been decided. I waited for both of them to take a deep breath, to fall asleep, for the room to go silent. Then I carefully got up, found my clothes on the floor, dressed in the hallway, and went down the stairs without turning on the light.

On the sidewalk, at five in the morning, I lit a cigarette I’d saved for emergencies. I thought about the mother-in-law, who could no longer have children. I thought about the younger sister-in-law, the youngest of the three, who was nineteen and watched us with curiosity every time we went to dinner. Either of them sounded a lot more reasonable than spending the rest of my life functioning as a stud for two cousins in permanent heat.

I put out the cigarette on the curb. I walked to the corner. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I smiled without enthusiasm. I didn’t look at who it was.