I Agreed to Go Fishing with My Cousin and His Friend

It was the middle of summer. One of those summers that leaves your skin burning and wakes things up in your body that are hard to silence afterward. Classes had ended weeks earlier, and the house felt bigger, quieter, more complicit. One afternoon Mom casually mentioned that Damián was coming to stay with us for a few days.

Damián was the son of Mom’s younger sister, a cousin I barely knew from old photos and a couple of childhood birthdays. The news stirred up only a mild curiosity in me, nothing more. Mom, on the other hand, couldn’t quite hide her annoyance. She had her nighttime routine down to a science: visitors who arrived in silence after midnight and left before dawn. A cousin parked in the house made it a lot harder for her to maneuver.

But Damián came anyway. And he came with everything: broad-shouldered, sun-browned, with an easy smile and a way of speaking that filled the room. At dinner that first night we talked about family, work, places. He told us he was crazy about fishing, that he often slipped away to camp for several days at a time. Mom, sensing the chance to have the house to herself for a couple of nights, said that a coworker at the factory had a son, Leandro, who was also into fishing, and that she’d find out if he wanted to join one of the outings.

Damián got excited right away. He said that besides the rods and the rest of the gear, he’d brought a small tent, for two or three people. And then, looking straight into my eyes, he said:

—And you, cousin? You don’t want to come? It’d be good to spend a few days outdoors, away from everything.

I looked at Mom. She gave me a smile that was half complicity, half relief. I smiled too, already feeling a tingle below my navel, a warm throb between my legs that made me press my thighs together under the table.

—Sure, I’m in.

The next day Mom told me Leandro was thrilled and would stop by in the afternoon to coordinate. When I saw him, I understood the trip was going to be interesting. Leandro was tall, brown-skinned, with big working hands and a look in his eyes that didn’t hide a thing. They were both nice, talkative… and it was obvious they were sizing me up the whole time, letting their eyes linger on my tits whenever I bent over, following my ass whenever I turned around.

They picked the place between them: a secluded river about five kilometers off the road, more than two hundred and fifty kilometers from home. We’d leave the next day on an early bus and spend five days there. That night I barely slept. I was anxious, restless, awake. I slipped my hand into my panties and touched myself thinking about both of them, imagining what it would be like to have them on me, inside me, biting me. I came twice by myself before I could close my eyes. I knew those two weren’t going there just to cast a line. And knowing myself, I knew I wasn’t going to put up much resistance either.

We arrived after more than four hours on the road. The place was perfect: a calm river, tall trees, no one in sight. They set up the tent in minutes. I looked at it and said:

—Wow… it’s small.

Damián laughed, flashing white teeth.

—Even better, little cousin. It gets cold here at night. We’re going to sleep nice and tight.

The three of us laughed, but the laugh already had a different flavor.

We spent the afternoon setting up the gear, lighting the fire, talking bullshit. The tension grew like the midday heat. Every brush, every glance, every time one of them bent down and I could make out the bulge under his shorts, my underwear grew wetter. At one point I bent down to grab the yerba and felt Leandro’s hand slide over my ass, squeezing hard, without even pretending not to. I stayed still, letting him, and when I straightened up Damián was watching me from the other side of the fire with a crooked smile.

At night we ate grilled fish and then sat around the campfire with a bottle of red wine. The wine, the darkness, the crackling wood: everything conspired. The conversation got heated fast. Confessions, laughter, questions that grew more direct by the minute. Around midnight we decided to go to sleep.

Damián and Leandro walked a few yards away to piss. While I was gathering the dishes, I tried to peek out of the corner of my eye. The darkness hid almost everything, but I caught the silhouettes and the movement of their hands. Everything tightened inside me, my nipples hardened beneath my T-shirt.

Before getting into the tent, Damián took off his shorts and was left in a tight black boxer brief. The hardness was obvious: the fabric outlined something thick that was already half-awake, a long cock pressed against the waistband. Leandro did the same, and on him the bulge pushed the gray boxer forward, revealing the base of the head beneath the cloth. I was the last piece.

I wasn’t shy about showing myself. But this time it was different. They weren’t impatient boys. They were grown men, cousin and friend, and I was the only woman for many miles around. I had a feeling those days were going to leave a mark on me.

I took off my shorts and was left in my panties. I’m a full-bodied girl, and the fabric had ridden up in back, so my ass was almost bare. I climbed into the tent and lay down in the middle, facing Leandro and with my back to Damián.

The moment I settled in, I was crushed between the two of them.

I felt Damián harden against me right away. Hot, hard, relentless, his cock jabbing between my cheeks over the fabric, searching for my crack. Leandro wasn’t far behind: he went straight for my mouth with his tongue, our breaths crossing, muffled moans mixing together. He pushed his tongue down my throat and bit my lower lip, sucking on it. Damián kneaded my tits under my T-shirt, pinched my nipples until I was writhing, bit my ear, and whispered low enough for all three of us to hear:

—We’re going to fuck you all week, cousin. We’re going to wreck that pussy.

Leandro stripped off his underwear and pressed against my thighs, heavy, urgent. I felt his hot cock sliding over my skin, thick, wet at the tip. I already knew what was coming. Lying on my side, I leaned toward him and grabbed it with my hand: it was thick, throbbing, with a vein running along the underside. I dragged my tongue along the whole length, from the balls to the tip, then took it all into my mouth, choking, swallowing it down until my eyes filled with tears. Leandro moaned loudly, gripping my neck.

—That’s it, that’s it, suck it all, whore.

Damián, behind me, yanked my panties down to my knees and spread my ass cheeks with both hands. He ran one finger all the way down my slit, slowly, feeling how soaked I was.

—Look how wet the cousin is. She’s dripping, man, I’ve got her made into a puddle.

Bent over like that, with Leandro in my mouth, I felt Damián’s tongue run over me from top to bottom, salivating everything, prying my cunt open with his thumbs, pushing in wherever he wanted. He sucked my clit, pushed his tongue inside me, went up to my asshole and licked it without disgust, squeezing my ass cheeks and making them bounce. I moaned with Leandro’s cock in my mouth, unable to keep still, pushing my ass back so he wouldn’t stop.

The two of them were unhinged. They wouldn’t stop talking dirty to me:

—Look at you, cousin. Such a bitch.

—You like this, don’t you? You like two guys grabbing you between them.

—Ask for it. Ask for more. Say you want more cock.

Damián was the most worked up. You could tell he’d been holding back for a while. He nipped at my ass until my skin turned red, shoved two fingers into my pussy while he licked my ass, prepared me with his tongue and fingers, unhurried and unfazed. He pushed in three fingers and worked them inside me, probing, finding the right spot until I arched and let go of Leandro for a second to scream against the sleeping bag.

Suddenly he arranged me however he could in the small tent. He got me on all fours, kneeling, bent way forward, still with Leandro in my mouth. Without waiting, he pressed the head of his cock to my entrance, rubbed it a couple of times against my soaked lips, and drove into me in one thrust all the way to the hilt. I felt him opening me, felt him slide in completely, his balls slapping against my clit. He started pounding hard, gripping my waist, jerking me back against him with each thrust.

—Take it, little cousin, take it. Feel your cousin’s cock deep inside you. That’s how you like it, right? Nice and deep.

I was snorting, smothered by Leandro, who held my head with both hands and set the rhythm, fucking my mouth mercilessly. His cock was jammed down my throat and I drooled all over his balls, barely able to breathe. The moans, the insults, the sloshing of my soaked cunt, the smell of sex and river water, everything blended together in the hot tent. Damián was fucking me so hard the tent shook, squeezing my tits from behind, tugging my nipples.

—Take her out for a second —he told Leandro—. Let the bitch scream.

Leandro pulled his cock out of my mouth and I let out a long, rough moan while Damián kept fucking me faster and faster.

—More, more, don’t stop, fuck me, fuck me hard —I begged, not recognizing my own voice.

Damián lay down over my back, his chest against my spine, and while he kept giving it to me, he warned me in my ear what was coming next.

—Now I’m going to fuck you in the ass, cousin. I’m going to tear it up.

I didn’t say anything. I just pushed back, offering myself, letting him decide. Leandro shoved his cock back into my mouth, slower now, waiting for the show.

Damián pulled his cock out of my pussy and used it, slick with my juices, to coat my asshole. He spat on it, two, three times, and with his thumb worked my hole, pushing it in to the knuckle, turning it. He prepared me slowly, with saliva and patience, then started forcing in little by little. He pressed the head against my asshole and pushed. My body clenched instinctively, like it was always the first time, and that drove him crazy. He was with his cousin, far from everything, with his cock entering her ass, and that made him hotter than ever. He advanced millimeter by millimeter until he felt me give, and then he slammed it all the way in at once, no pause. The burning was awful and at the same time pure pleasure, a heat that raced up my spine and shook me to the core.

I screamed, bit my arm, tears filled my eyes. Damián started moving inside my ass, first slowly, then faster, gripping my hips, smacking my ass cheeks.

—What a tight ass you’ve got, cousin, Jesus Christ. You’re sucking my cock with your ass.

Leandro, watching the scene, with his cock down my throat and his balls resting on my chin, couldn’t hold out. He went red, tensed up, and with a growl came inside my mouth in spurts. He filled my tongue with hot, thick cum, and I swallowed everything I could while the rest ran down the corner of my mouth. I kept licking the tip, sucking until the last drop, not letting him go.

Damián kept at it a long while, fucking my ass, talking in my ear, telling me I was his little slut, that I was going to be his all week, until with a roar he drove in one last time and emptied himself inside me. I felt hot streams of cum deep inside, the trembling of his body over my back. He stayed like that, panting, with his cock still inside me, before slowly pulling out. A thread of semen ran down my thigh to the sleeping bag.

We fell asleep pressed together, wrapped around each other, sweaty, with the smell of cum and pussy soaked into the tent.

***

They fucked me the whole five days we were there.

In every possible way.

They woke me up by stuffing my mouth before mate. I’d open my eyes with one of their cocks brushing my lips and the other laughing beside me, touching himself. I learned to suck them half-asleep, to swallow cum with my eyes closed before even saying good morning. They’d put me on all fours in the sand while one cast the line and the other took me from behind, fucking me slowly so as not to scare off the fish. They took turns in the tent at midday, when the sun was beating down and the heat made us animals. They fucked me both at once, crammed into the tent, one in my pussy and one in my ass, sweating, saying filthy things, making me feel each cock against the other through the wall of flesh.

One afternoon they took me to the river. They got me into the water and fucked me standing up, with the water up to my waist. Damián held me by the waist from behind while Leandro kissed me and buried his fingers in my pussy, three, four, moving them fast under the water. Then Damián lifted me, spread my legs, and shoved his cock into me from below while Leandro sucked my tits and pinched my clit. They fucked me between them, rocking me against the current, until they both finished almost at the same time, one inside me and the other over my belly, and I laughed against Leandro’s chest, dizzy from sun, wine, and cum.

Another night, high on wine and heat, they tied my wrists with a piece of fishing line and laid me face down on the sleeping bag. They used me in turns, switching places every few minutes: one fucked my pussy while the other fucked my mouth, then they switched, then one sat on my face so I’d suck him off while the other fucked me in the ass. They filled every hole, made me swallow twice, left cum dripping down my face, my tits, my thighs. They made me beg them not to stop. And they didn’t stop.

On the last day, before taking the tent down, they put me on my knees in the middle of the campsite. Both of them standing in front of me, their cocks hard at my face level, they made me service them one after the other while they laughed. I went from one to the other, sucking them, licking their balls, letting them rub their cocks over my cheeks and lips. They both came at the same time, one in my mouth and the other on my face, soaking me with cum. They told me I was their summer luck, that when we got back they’d keep looking for me. They left me marked, exhausted and, for some reason, smiling, with semen sliding down my neck.

***

When we got back, Damián stayed in the house for another month.

There weren’t enough beds. He had to sleep with me.

The first night Mom went in to work the night shift. We were alone. As soon as she shut the door, Damián looked at me and said:

—Take off your clothes, cousin. All of them.

I took everything off. I stood naked in front of him, nipples hard and my pussy already wet from knowing what was coming. He put me on all fours on my own bed, on sheets that smelled like me, and he prepared me calmly, licking my pussy and ass from behind for a long while, until he made me cum against his mouth. Then he settled in and slid his cock into my pussy slowly, all the way in, whispering in my ear:

—This is going to be every day. I’m going to fuck you every day this month.

And it was true.

For that entire month he turned me into a habit. He came for me before breakfast, woke me up by sliding into me from behind while I was still asleep on my side. He came for me when Mom took her nap, and fucked me against the bathroom wall with one hand over my mouth. He came for me in the middle of the night when she got home exhausted and collapsed, and made me ride him in silence until he came inside. Once he took me to the kitchen, up against the counter, while Mom was resting in the room next door. He pulled down my shorts, spread my ass cheeks, and slammed his cock in all at once, covering my mouth with his hand so nothing could be heard. He fucked me fast, feral, biting the back of my neck, and came inside me while I clenched my teeth against his palm so I wouldn’t scream. Then he made me clean his cock with my tongue right there, kneeling between the fridge and the table.

When Mom went out, he took me to the big bed. He tied my wrists to the headboard with a sock and spread my legs. He licked my pussy until I came three, four times in a row, until I was begging him to stop. Then he fucked me and used me calmly, changing positions, pulling out to put it in my ass, then back in my pussy, until he had me crying on and off, until he left me wrecked, legs trembling and cum dripping from both holes. Then he made me sleep like that, tied up, with his cum inside me, and I had to fake my clumsy walk and the burning when she came back.

One night Mom came home earlier than usual. She found us in my room: me face down, my face against the pillow, and him on top of me, pounding my ass hard. Damián didn’t stop. He kept going, not letting me go, giving it to me slower but without pulling out, while she stood in the doorway, watching us. She said nothing. She came in, took her clothes off slowly, stood naked beside the bed — she had a body I’d never really allowed myself to look at properly, big tits, a patch of hair between her legs — and lay down next to me. She stroked my face while her nephew kept fucking me, his cock buried in my ass.

—Keep going, Damián —Mom said, with a voice I didn’t know, rough, wet—. Fuck your cousin good. Break her.

And Damián kept going, shoving harder, tearing one moan after another out of me. Mom kissed me on the mouth, long and deep, tongue and all, while her nephew fucked me from behind. She lowered her hand to my pussy and started rubbing my clit in circles with the practiced touch of someone who knew exactly what she was doing. I came like that, between the two of them, with Damián’s cock in my ass and my mother’s fingers in my pussy, screaming against her mouth. That night I discovered my mother in a way I’d never imagined: I saw her get on all fours next to me and offer her ass to Damián, I saw her suck me off to taste her nephew on my pussy, and I also discovered that the three of us had been pretending for far too long about what the two of us really were.

After that night, the house changed. Mom stopped hiding her visitors. Sometimes she brought someone home and included me. Sometimes it was Damián who invited Leandro over. We’d all end up in the big bed, me in the center with Mom, the two of us legs spread for them, sucking each other’s tits while the two of them fucked us in turn. I’d be in the middle, laughing and crying at the same time, with cum in my mouth and in my pussy, not really knowing where one thing ended and the next began.

Summer ended. Damián went back to his province. But every now and then he comes back. And when he does, he already knows how I welcome him: with the door locked, the house silent, my pussy soaked, and the same desire I had that very first night by the river.