My Best Friend’s Sister Came Back from Miami

I’d known Diego since elementary school. We grew up together, went through the same middle school and, when we got out of class, we almost always ended up at his father’s restaurant, eating Cuban sandwiches standing at the counter. That afternoon, his dad greeted us with the car keys in his hand and an assignment: we had to go to the airport to pick up Camila, Diego’s sister, who was coming back from Miami after a year studying there.

“Your sister?” I asked while chewing. “I don’t remember her.”

“She was a skinny little girl when she left,” Diego said with a shrug. “You’ll see she isn’t anymore.”

I didn’t give it much thought. We ate quickly, stopped by his house to drop off a few things, and drove to the airport with the windows down, excited because vacation had just begun. I was thinking about anything but who would be getting off that flight.

And then I saw her.

A brunette with copper-colored skin, not very tall but above average, wearing a floral blouse that was very fashionable at the time and an incredibly tight pair of shorts that outlined her legs and everything else. She wore a ribbon in her hair and a smile that seemed to know everything. When Diego introduced us, we hugged hello and stayed like that for a couple of seconds too long, our hands clasped. Just long enough for me to notice she wasn’t wearing a bra, and for her to notice that I’d noticed.

“So you’re the famous Diego Two,” she said, laughing. “My brother talks about you as if you were family.”

“Something like that,” I replied, and nothing more intelligent occurred to me.

We loaded her luggage, which was ridiculous.

“What have you got in here, Camila, half of Florida?” Diego complained as he put a suitcase in the trunk.

“Just a few little things. Don’t be dramatic.”

I was about to get in back, but she took me by the arm.

“Don’t even think about it. Come sit up front so we can talk.”

When she opened the door and leaned in to get settled, I ended up behind her for a moment, much too close. I felt her hips brush against my fly, and she leaned against me for a second too long, barely swaying her ass, just enough to make me hard instantly. I glanced at Diego, but he was busy with his seat belt. Camila gave a quiet laugh and finished climbing in as if nothing had happened.

The drive back was a silly, delicious conversation: school, the atmosphere, the places I’d seen on a field trip the previous May. She leaned toward the seatback to listen to me, and every time she did, her blouse opened a little and I could see her tits moving freely inside it. I kept losing my train of thought.

“I think my friend likes you,” Diego blurted, looking at me in the rearview mirror with a grin.

I felt myself turning red. Camila reached over and stroked my forearm with two fingers.

“Don’t overwhelm him,” she said. “Tell me, where did you go? And don’t pay any attention to this one.”

***

We arrived at the apartment and carried the suitcases up to her room while she went into the bathroom. I took the opportunity to quietly tell Diego I was sorry if I’d been staring at his sister too much. The unwritten rule back then was clear: nothing with your friends’ sisters.

“Relax, buddy,” he said, bumping his fist against mine. “Camila’s always attracted attention. It’s not your fault.”

She came out of the bathroom, unpacked for a while, and returned with a gift for each of us. She gave Diego something wrapped up; to me, she held out a leather belt with a buckle that said “peace and love.”

“I hope you like it,” she said.

“I love it. What a thoughtful gift.” I took off my old belt right there, put hers on, and kissed her hand to thank her.

She laughed, grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, and gave me a short kiss on the lips.

“I like you. Gallant but shy,” she said, then burst out laughing.

“Now you’re the embarrassed one, little sister,” Diego teased.

We ate what was left of the sandwiches and talked about communes and free love, about things she’d experienced over there that seemed like they belonged on another planet to me. When her mother arrived, I said goodbye and went home with the belt around my waist and my cock still half-hard inside my pants.

***

A week passed. I went to Acapulco for a few days with some uncles, and when I came back Diego called to invite me on an outing: he wanted to take Camila to see the ruins of an old convent in the mountains, the ones hidden in the woods, and Renata, his girlfriend, was coming too. I said yes without thinking.

They picked me up early. Diego got out so I could sit in back beside Camila. I greeted Renata with a compliment and kissed Camila on the cheek, but as I leaned toward her ear I said:

“You’re a thousand times better.”

She bit her lip to keep from laughing.

“Well, Mateo’s being very gallant today,” Renata remarked.

“Careful, Camila,” Diego said from behind the wheel. “You give him your hand and he’ll take your whole arm.”

“Is that so?” she replied, and took my hand on the seat without her brother seeing. Then she slid it underneath, over my thigh, until she placed it on the bulge beginning to grow in my pants. She left it there, squeezing every now and then while she stared out the window with an innocent expression.

We had enchiladas for breakfast at a roadside stand and walked to the convent. In a low area where the ground was wet and slippery, Camila lost her balance, and I caught her around the waist before she fell. From then on she walked in front of me, leaning on my shoulders, and when we stepped back into the light she turned and hugged me.

It wasn’t a thank-you hug. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips, slipping me her tongue without permission, pressing her entire body against mine, her loose tits crushed against my chest and her hips rubbing against mine. My cock grew hard against her stomach, and she felt it, moving her pelvis in a slow, deliberate rub. She smiled without breaking the kiss.

“You’re really horny, Teo,” she whispered in my ear. “I can feel everything.”

“You’ve had me like this since the airport.”

She laughed, bit my lower lip, and pulled away just as we heard Diego and Renata’s footsteps returning from the other side of the wall.

***

Later, the group went down to a river running between the trees. We bought pork rinds, avocados, and sodas at a market in the village, then set up an improvised camp on the bank. I tied the bottles together with a rope and left them in the cold water to chill while the girls prepared some tacos.

Camila came over and dipped her hand into the current.

“It’s freezing,” she said. “Have you ever swum in a river?”

“Several times. But you have to be careful; currents can be deceptive.” I watched her take off her sneakers and put her feet in. “You look beautiful like that.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“I’m serious.”

I leaned in and kissed her. She responded at once, pulling me down by the neck until I was on top of her in the grass. My hands traveled over her sides, her hips, her legs, which she parted a little to fit me between them. I felt the heat of her pussy through her shorts, pressing against my bulge, and she moved her hips against mine in a short, anxious rocking motion. But Renata called us to eat, and we had to separate like two teenagers caught in the act.

After eating, Diego and Renata disappeared among the trees for quite a while. Camila and I cleaned everything up and sat down to talk, although neither of us felt like talking.

“They’re taking a while,” I said.

“They’re probably over there doing little things,” she replied with a laugh. “He’s probably fucking Renata against a tree.”

“What a dirty mouth you have.”

“The same one that ate you a little while ago. Or didn’t you like it?”

I stroked her hand and we kissed again. This time I carefully laid her back on the grass, my body pressing against hers, my cock already rock-hard and outlined against her thigh. I slid my hand up to her breasts over her blouse, feeling her nipples stiff as little stones beneath the fabric, and dared to undo a couple of buttons. I freed one of her tits and sucked her dark nipple, gently tugging it with my teeth while she arched her back and dug her fingers into the nape of my neck.

“Oh, yes, like that, keep going,” she moaned.

I switched to the other nipple and ran my tongue around it, nibbling it until her voice began to tremble. I lowered my hand and searched for the zipper of her shorts.

“No, wait,” she murmured, placing her hand over mine. “My brother might come back.”

I didn’t insist on the zipper. Instead, I slid my hand through the loose leg of her shorts, found the edge of her panties, and pushed them aside. She was soaking wet. My fingers slipped between the lips of her pussy without any resistance, and she let out a muffled moan as soon as I brushed her clitoris.

“You’re dripping, Camila.”

“You’ve got me like this, you idiot,” she said, grabbing my wrist to guide me.

I slowly pushed in one finger, then two, feeling her pussy close hot and tight around them. I found her clitoris with my thumb and began massaging it in circles while I fingered her. She sighed, hugged me tightly, and buried her face in my neck, biting my shoulder so she wouldn’t scream. Her hips began moving on their own against my hand, seeking more depth, more rhythm.

“Faster, more, like that,” she whispered.

I thrust my fingers deeper, curling them upward, without stopping the rubbing on her clitoris. I felt her whole body tremble, her thighs clamp down against my arm, and her legs try to close as she came with a long, restrained moan, squeezing my wrist hard enough to hurt me.

“Okay, okay,” she said, breathless, laughing and covering her face. “Stop, stop, I’m really sensitive now.”

I pulled out my fingers, shiny and sticky, and brought them to my mouth without taking my eyes off her. She opened her eyes and bit her lip.

“Filthy.”

“You taste so good.”

I kissed her. Her lips were cold and her chest was rising and falling quickly. We heard footsteps in the underbrush, and she sat up abruptly, buttoning her blouse and adjusting her shorts. By the time Diego and Renata appeared with their arms around each other’s waists, we were already sitting there talking about nothing in particular. My cock was still throbbing painfully inside my pants, and I had to cross my legs so it wouldn’t show.

***

Two days later, I called Diego’s house. Camila answered.

“He went out with my dad,” she said. “And my mom’s out with her friends. I’m all alone and bored out of my mind.”

“Want me to come keep you company?”

“Okay. I’ll be waiting for you. I’m going to the store in the meantime.” She lowered her voice. “And come ready, okay?”

I took my bicycle and pedaled to her house, sweating, my cock half-hard the entire way just from thinking about what was going to happen. She was waiting for me at the door in a loose miniskirt, sandals without socks, and a white blouse that let her pink bra show through. We greeted each other with a kiss, she took me by the hand, and led me inside.

“Soda? You’re drenched.”

“Please.”

While she poured two glasses and put some chips on the coffee table, I freshened up a little in the bathroom. When I came out, I couldn’t stop looking at her.

“You’re beautiful,” I told her, unable to keep my eyes from dropping to her brown legs, bare almost to the thigh.

She pressed her knees together and crossed her legs, laughing at my shamelessness. I sat beside her, put my hand on her thigh, and kissed her before settling in. We talked for a while about her friends, the movies, and stupid little things, but I was barely following the conversation, my hand slowly climbing up the inside of her thigh.

“Why are you staring at me so much?” she asked with an innocent expression. “You’re going to wear me out. Do I look bad?”

“Quite the opposite. You’ve got me rock-hard, Camila. Ever since I opened the door.”

I took her hand and placed it on the bulge in my pants. Her eyes widened and she smiled, squeezing through the fabric.

“Oh. You really are ready.”

I moved closer, ran my face along her neck, told her she smelled delicious, and kissed her again, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth. This time she parted her lips and, without my asking, opened her legs so my hand could slide beneath her skirt. I felt the wet lace of her panties beneath my fingers, the fabric stuck to her pussy. I moved them aside and ran my middle finger along her slit from bottom to top until I found her swollen clitoris.

“Mmm, Teo,” she moaned against my mouth.

I pressed her against the backrest and we devoured each other with kisses while I masturbated her on the couch, my fingers sliding in and out, splashing through how wet she was. She slid toward the edge of the sofa, seeking more contact, opening her legs wider.

“Take off my blouse,” she panted.

I pulled down her straps with my teeth and free hand, undid her bra, and freed her tits, round and firm, with their brown nipples standing erect. I caught one between my lips and sucked it hard, licking and nibbling it while I kept fingering her. She finished taking off her blouse, panting against the backrest, one hand buried in my hair.

“Go down, go down with your mouth,” she begged, pushing me downward.

I continued my journey toward the floor, kneeling in front of the sofa. She raised her hips so I could pull her skirt up to her waist and remove her panties completely. I tossed them aside. She spread her legs for me without shame, showing me her shaved, pink pussy, glistening with wetness. I grabbed her thighs and buried my face in her.

I ran my tongue all the way from the bottom to the top, slowly, savoring her, and she moaned loudly, pressing my head against her sex. I licked her lips one by one, sucked them, and buried my tongue as deeply inside her as I could until I heard her twisting beneath me. Then I moved up to her clitoris and stayed there, sucking it and circling it with the tip of my tongue while I pushed two fingers inside her and pumped them deeply.

“Oh, yes, like that, don’t stop, don’t stop…”

She writhed on the sofa, one hand setting the rhythm from the nape of my neck, her legs closing around my head. I sped up my fingers and sucked her clitoris harder, squeezing it between my lips, until her orgasm shook her whole body. She came in my mouth with a muffled cry, her legs trembling over my shoulders, her hips thrusting against my face.

“Okay, okay, Teo,” she pleaded in a broken voice. “I’m too sensitive now.”

I sat up, my chin glistening, and kissed her. I made her taste herself from my mouth, and she moaned softly. I was already starting to drop my pants when she stopped me with one hand on my stomach.

“Wait. Let’s go to my room.”

***

We crossed the hall half-naked, her clinging to me, my hands on her bare ass beneath her bunched-up skirt. Before we reached the bedroom, she threw me against the wall, knelt in the hallway, and finished pulling down my pants and underwear in one tug. My cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, aimed at her face.

“What a beautiful cock you have,” she said, gripping it at the base with one hand.

She ran her tongue along its entire length, from bottom to top, and licked the tip as if it were an ice cream cone. Then she took it into her mouth, all the way to the back, and began sucking me, squeezing her lips around it while looking up at me with wide-open eyes. I grabbed her head and held her hair back so I could watch her face while she sucked me.

“Like that, keep going,” I panted. “You suck so good.”

She drew my cock in and out of her mouth at a perfect rhythm, making wet noises, her hand following whatever her mouth left exposed. When I felt I was too close to coming, I carefully lifted her by the hair.

“To the bedroom. Now.”

She laughed, grabbed my cock as if it were a leash, and pulled me to the bed. She threw the sheets aside with one sweep of her hand, yanked off her skirt, and lay on her back, spreading her legs and beckoning me with one finger.

“Come on, fuck me already.”

I positioned myself between her spread legs and brought the tip to her pussy, rubbing it up and down over her wet lips before pushing in. I entered slowly, enjoying how tight and hot she felt, her flesh yielding around my cock inch by inch as she threw her head back and released a long moan.

“Aaah, you’ve got such a big one, Teo. Put it all in, put all of it inside me.”

I pushed all the way in and stayed there for a second, feeling her pulse around me. Then I began to move, slowly, with deep thrusts, kissing her neck and tits, my hands on her hips. Camila raised her pelvis to receive every thrust, wrapped her legs around my waist, and, hugging me tightly, dug her nails into my back.

“Harder, harder. Don’t treat me like porcelain.”

I did as she asked. I grabbed behind her knees, lifted her legs until they were pressed against her chest, and began fucking her hard, with sharp thrusts that made her bounce on the bed and her tits slap against her chest. The wet sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, mingled with her increasingly high-pitched moans.

“Yes, yes, like that, fuck me, fuck me hard, don’t stop…”

I suddenly felt her pussy clamp down on my cock like a bite, and she came for the second time, vibrating all over against my body, panting beside my ear and digging her heels into my ass so I wouldn’t stop.

I slowed down so she could enjoy it and turned her onto her side without leaving her, settling behind her in a spooning position, one hand on her hip, my lips on the nape of her neck. I lifted one of her legs with my arm and began pumping into her from behind again, slowly and deeply, sucking her neck and playing with one nipple between my fingers. Sweaty, we moved in perfect rhythm, my cock sliding in and out of her with a wet sound that drove me crazy.

“You taste so good, Camila. Your little pussy is so tight.”

“It’s all for you, my love.”

Then she pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me, my cock still inside her. She planted her hands on my chest and began riding me, setting her own rhythm, rising and lowering herself slowly at first, then faster, her ass slapping against my thighs, her tits bouncing in my face. I grabbed her hips and guided her, pushing her downward every time she rose, burying myself in her to the hilt.

“Look at my face while I fuck you,” I told her.

She looked into my eyes, biting her lip, her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat. I pinched her nipples and gently twisted them, and she let out a long moan and sped up.

Our breathing fell into rhythm and quickened together. I made her understand with my eyes that I was about to finish, unable to form the words. She understood, made a few final deep movements, bouncing on top of me with all her weight, and pulled away just in time. She grabbed my cock and pumped it quickly, and I came in spurts over the curve of her back and the small of her ass, long jets of warm semen splattering her. I embraced her, still breathless, and we lay still for a moment.

“I couldn’t hold back,” I said. “You were squeezing me so deliciously.”

“It doesn’t matter,” she replied, laughing as she settled beside me and ran a finger over her back before bringing it to her mouth. “I preferred feeling you finish that way anyway.”

We rested for a while, but neither of us wanted to waste the afternoon. Before long, I was hard again, and she noticed when it pressed against her thigh. She laughed, took my cock in her hand, and stroked it slowly until it was fully firm. We positioned ourselves in front of the large mirror on her dresser, her on her knees on the bed with her hands braced against the wood, and me behind her, entering her again from behind, this time without rushing, glancing at our reflections and smiling like a pair of conspirators.

I gathered her hair into a ponytail and tugged gently, making her arch her back. I could see her face in the mirror, her mouth open, her eyes half-closed, her tits swaying with every thrust. I slipped my other hand underneath her and rubbed her clitoris in time with my cock until she came for the third time, trembling, collapsing onto her elbows and clamping her pussy around me again like a fist.

“Come inside me this time,” she asked, looking at me in the mirror. “I want to feel you finish inside.”

I gripped her hips with both hands and began fucking her deeply, relentlessly, until I felt the tingling rise through my cock. When I came, I emptied everything inside her, spurt after spurt, pulling her ass against me to get as deep inside her as possible. I collapsed over her back, panting, still inside her, and she wrapped her arms around mine from underneath.

***

We showered in her parents’ bathroom, soaping each other up and laughing about what had just happened. I lathered her tits with my hands, and she slowly washed my cock until it grew hard again, but we laughed and left it at that. When I went into the living room for my clothes, I found her pink panties crumpled on the sofa, still damp, and without thinking too much about it I slipped them into my pocket as a souvenir.

“So what do we do about Diego now?” I asked, buckling the belt she herself had given me.

“Nothing,” she said, combing her hair in front of the mirror. “This is just ours.”

I said goodbye with a long kiss, my hand still beneath her robe, caressing her ass, and pedaled home with her panties in my pocket and a smile that didn’t leave my face all night. Many years have passed. Diego is still my best friend, and he never found out. It’s the only confession I still keep entirely to myself, and the only one I wouldn’t change for anything, if I could.