My Nephew Blackmailed Me with a Secret I Was Hiding

For months, the household accounts hadn’t added up.

My husband had gotten involved in a string of investments that sounded foolproof and turned out to be a disaster. We were on the brink of ruin, and the bank was already talking about taking the house.

I had no one left to turn to except my older sister. I was dying of shame just thinking about it, but pride no longer mattered. We were four years apart, and for a long time she had been the family’s black sheep.

My parents disowned her when she fell in love with an undocumented Senegalese immigrant, much older than she was. For the Bermúdez family, it was a scandal that the eldest daughter ended up with a man who made his living selling goods from a blanket on the sidewalk. Ironically, over the years Patricia did far better than I did.

That man started from nothing and ended up building one of the most profitable import companies in the area. They had a son with skin so dark that my mother crossed herself the only time she set foot in the hospital to meet him.

I, on the other hand, did everything expected of me. I studied the right degree, married the perfect boy, the son of my parents’ best friends. The same perfect boy who had just ruined me and who, no matter how hard we tried, had never managed to get me pregnant.

My nephew Malik turned out to be a genius. Even as a child he showed promise: a kid obsessed with video games who grew into a computer prodigy. By nineteen he already had several companies and was bringing in more than a million a year. Like father, like son.

We lived next door to each other, in two adjoining villas in an upscale neighborhood on the outskirts of town. His, of course, was twice the size of mine.

The day I stood in front of his gate, I had a knot in my throat. It was July, and the sun had me sweating buckets.

Patricia didn’t open the door for me, but the maid did, and invited me in. I crossed the living room to the pool area, and there was Malik, in swim trunks, sitting under the pergola and typing on his laptop.

He looked up the moment I stepped into the garden. A dazzling white smile stood out against his dark skin.

“Hey, Aunt Marina!”

“Hi, sweetheart.” I looked around, but no one else seemed to be there. “And your mother?”

“Mom’s not here.”

He closed the computer and came over. He had a lean, hard body, the kind you get from running and rowing, not from a weight room.

“You’re in great shape,” I said, and without thinking I rested my hand on his stomach.

“I like taking care of myself. Just like you,” he replied, teasing.

It was true. I’d always been consistent with the gym. My sister, on the other hand, had given up sports and had been carrying extra weight for some time.

“Will you swim with me?” he asked. The pool was gorgeous, with an artificial grotto and a small waterfall.

“No, I came to talk to Patricia, but if she’s not here…”

“You seem worried. Can I help?”

“No, thank you, but these are grown-up problems.”

He laughed.

“I’m grown up. I’m nineteen already.”

“I mean that… Forget it.”

“Do you have money troubles?”

Smart as anything.

“Yes. But don’t worry, I don’t want to upset you.”

“You’re not upsetting me. Come on, tell me. You’re my favorite aunt.”

“I’m your only aunt,” I laughed.

“That too.”

He took my hand and led me to the pergola, asking the maid to make us a couple of very strong margaritas. Once we had them in our hands, he made me toast with him.

“Tequila makes the sorrow go down easier,” he said. We both drank. I wasn’t planning to drive anyway. “Come on, tell me.”

I brought him up to speed on everything: the bankruptcy, the bank’s threats, and, not really knowing why, I ended up confessing that Rubén and I had been going through a rough patch because I couldn’t get pregnant.

“Sorry, I just unloaded a whole novel on you.”

“It’s nothing, that’s what family is for. You’re too tense. Maybe that’s why you can’t conceive.”

“Or because I don’t get fucked enough.” He opened his eyes wide. “Oh, sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. It’s the margarita loosening my tongue.”

“I like it when you loosen up with me, Auntie.” We smiled at each other. I fanned myself with my hand. “I told you it was hot. Come swim with me.”

“I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”

“So what? I’ve seen you from my window more than once. I know you like to sunbathe topless.”

“Malik!”

“What? It’s fine. They’re very pretty.”

In a flash I found myself airborne. My nephew picked me up in his arms and jumped into the water with me.

I was only wearing a simple cotton summer dress for around the house, and the moment it soaked through it slid off my shoulders. It was too big on me, so I ended up in my panties and nothing on top.

Malik dove under, caught the dress, and flung it far away, out of the pool.

“What are you doing?! Are you insane?” I protested, trying to cover my chest. It was too generous to hide with my hands.

“Come on, Auntie, don’t be silly. Let’s play a little.”

He started tossing me around, dunking me under. I swear I felt a pinch on one nipple.

I swam to the steps and, just before I got out, a firm tug stripped me of my panties too.

By the time I reached the edge I was completely naked, and Malik was looking at me like a predator.

“This isn’t funny!” I growled. I climbed the steps, covering myself in front with one hand and my chest with the other, with no way to hide my ass.

“Malik?!” My sister’s voice cut across the garden. Shit. What was I going to tell her? I looked at my nephew, and he nodded toward the grotto at the far end of the pool. It was the only possible hiding place. I ran there and sank into the water, hidden from view, my heart hammering against my ribs.

“I’m in the pool,” he answered calmly.

Through a crack in the rock I saw Patricia come out with her instructor.

I didn’t remember she had class today.

“Hi, sweetheart. Would you mind if Sergio and I held class here? It’s such a beautiful day.”

“Not at all, Mom. I’m not bothering you. I was going to meditate under the waterfall for a while and get my neck massaged.”

“Good idea. You’re always so tense from working so much. Oh, and what’s this?”

Oh no. My sister had found my dress.

“It flew off before and fell into the water. I think Aunt Marina was hanging laundry.”

“All right, I’ll keep it and bring it to her later.”

“She’ll love seeing you, I’m sure. I’ll leave you to it; I’m going to relax.”

Bastard traitor. How was I supposed to get out of this mess?

Malik swam toward me with the same hunter’s smile.

“What did you do?!” I mumbled. He didn’t hold back: he cornered me against the wet rock.

“Made a deal, Aunt Marina. You know the first time I touched myself was while looking at your tits from my window? You drive me crazy. I’ve always fantasized about you being mine.”

“You can’t be serious.”

He took my hand and brought it to the hardness straining his swim trunks. It was huge. My mouth went dry.

“Dead serious. Your husband is useless at fucking you, so I’m going to do it.”

“No, no, no,” I whispered, not shouting, so my sister wouldn’t hear me.

“Oh, yes. And in return I’m going to solve all your problems.”

I blinked, unbelieving.

“My problems?”

“I’ll straighten out your accounts. I’ll take care of your debts. And in exchange, you’ll be mine.” I swallowed. “You’re going to star in every fantasy I’ve kept to myself for years, and I promise you’ll end up more than satisfied, Auntie. I know you masturbate, that you watch porn, that you read stories on a certain website, and that you’re into things your little husband can’t even imagine. Remember? I’m an IT guy.”

My pulse shot up.

“You accept the deal, or I send your husband an email telling him everything you do behind his back.”

“No!” That wouldn’t just be my end. It would be my parents’ too.

“I figured as much.”

He took off his trunks under the water.

“This isn’t right, Malik?”

“Of course it is. You’ll see.”

He moved my hands aside, lowered his head, and trapped one of my nipples. He sucked hard and a shiver ran through me from head to toe. I swallowed the gasp before it could escape.

“Look how hard it’s gotten.”

He nipped it gently and sucked harder, while kneading my other breast without the slightest delicacy.

I had never been with another man besides my husband. And much less with my nephew.

Malik kept fondling my breasts until I felt the heat gather between my legs. He lifted my legs to his waist, I clung to him without meaning to, and his cock began to rub against me, sliding between my lips and burning me with sheer need.

“Fuck,” slipped out of me.

“You like that, huh? Easy, Auntie. I’m going to give you everything you’ve fantasized about.”

He braced himself and pushed without warning.

I felt a deep pain, as if I were being split in two. I had to bite his shoulder to keep from screaming. He carried me like that, impaled on him, all the way under the waterfall, and started pumping. The water battered his back, and it hurt me terribly.

“Relax, Auntie. I’m too big for how tight you are, but you’ll get used to it.”

He kept moving. My eyes filled with tears and I was incapable of loosening the tension.

His mouth found mine and started kissing me. I dug my nails into his arms. I felt skewered, humiliated, dominated.

I had never looked at Malik that way, and now he was taking possession of me while, a few yards away, my sister was getting her yoga class.

“You fuck so well, Aunt Marina. I love having you like this.”

The water slowed his thrusts. I thanked it for that.

“It hurts,” I complained.

“And that turns me on like crazy. There’s no pleasure without a little pain.”

He bit near my nipple and sucked so hard I knew he had left a mark. Then he came out of me, and immediate relief flooded through me.

“Climb onto that rock. On all fours. I want to eat you from behind.”

Nobody had ever asked me for something like that.

“I can’t do that.”

“Shall I call my mother and tell her you came here to assault me?”

“That isn’t true!”

“And who do you think she’s going to believe? Up you go, Auntie.”

I had no choice but to obey and get into that position. I rested my forehead against the rock to keep my balance while he placed his hands on my ass, spreading me for him.

His tongue, broad and hot, first traced a forbidden spot and then moved downward, hungry, tugging at my folds. I didn’t want to admit it, but my body was starting to respond. There was no pain anymore: only obscene pleasure that made me tremble.

“You taste so good, Auntie.”

He devoured me with a devotion that left me breathless, alternating his mouth and fingers until I was soaked through. If he had really dug into my history, he knew exactly what I fantasized about. And apparently he shared the fantasy.

He spent a long time preparing me, patiently, until he decided I was ready. He made me change position, crouching down, and claimed me from behind.

I had to bite my forearm so the scream wouldn’t carry through the whole garden.

It burned, it hurt, and his hoarse groans throbbed against my ear.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Give yourself pleasure while I give it to you my way.”

I had no choice. I rubbed, rubbed, and rubbed, until the brutal thrusts began to mingle with something like pleasure.

I panted.

“That’s it, Auntie. Relax. Look how well you take me. You like it, I know you do.”

The sensation was overwhelming. I could barely breathe. His huge hands left my hips to find my breasts and squeeze them while he kept pounding into me. Him behind, me in front.

“I’m going to make you mine like never before.”

He pulled out, turned me around, and sat me on the rock. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and let the waterfall hit exactly where I needed it most, while he entered me again from the front.

He sought my mouth again, with his thick lips and tongue, to silence my cries. I slipped one hand between us and touched myself in time with the way he was driving into me mercilessly. I felt like I was about to split open. Malik didn’t ease up even once, until I felt the first lash of heat deep inside. One surge, another, and another. He kept thrusting until he emptied himself completely.

When he finished, he lowered my legs but didn’t move away. He held my wrists so I couldn’t move, his eyes fixed on my face, my chest, every expression, letting the water do the rest of the work.

I couldn’t control the spasms that shook me. I went rigid, pressing myself against him as if I wanted to keep him there, and swallowed the cry of release, caught in his dark gaze.

“That’s it, Auntie. You’re mine. And from now on, I take care of what’s mine.”

I stayed inside the grotto for a long time.

Malik left and abandoned me there, naked, alone, crying over what I had just allowed.

***

An hour later, when my sister finished her class, he came back for me with a towel to wrap me in.

“Quick. Mom’s in the shower, you can go back home.”

“Naked?”

“She has your clothes. I can’t give you anything else. Besides, I like the idea of a neighbor seeing you like this.”

“For God’s sake, Malik!”

“Shhh.” He kissed me and slipped a hand under the towel. My body reacted instantly, betraying me. “See? It already knows who owns it. Go home. I’m having dinner with you tonight.”

“You can’t.”

“Why not? I want you to touch me under the table while your husband eats there all calm. I want to see you trembling while you look him in the eye.”

With every sentence I grew more aroused, and his fingers noticed. They slid into me without any difficulty.

“See, Auntie? You’re already giving yourself to me.”

He pulled his fingers out, brought them to my mouth, and made me clean them before walking me to the door and kissing me once more.

“See you tonight.”