My Nephew Blackmailed Me With a Secret I Was Hiding

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

My husband had gotten himself into a series 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 embarrassment just thinking about it, but pride was no longer worth anything. She was four years older than me and, for a long time, had been the black sheep of the family.

My parents disowned her when she fell in love with an undocumented Senegalese immigrant, much older than her. For the Bermúdez, it was a scandal that the eldest daughter ended up with a man who made his living selling goods off a blanket on the sidewalk. The irony was that, 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 my mother made the sign of the cross the only time she ever set foot in the hospital to meet him.

I, on the other hand, did everything that was 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, was brilliant. From a young age he showed promise: a kid obsessed with video games who ended up becoming a force in computing. By the time he was nineteen, he already had several companies and was bringing in more than a million a year. Genius ran in the family.

We lived next door to each other, in two adjoining villas in an upscale neighborhood on the outskirts of town. His was, of course, 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 made sweat pour off me.

Patricia didn’t answer the door; 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 gazebo 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.

—Hi, Aunt Marina!

—Hi, sweetheart. —I looked around, but there didn’t seem to be anyone else there—. And your mother?

—Mom’s not here.

He closed the laptop and came over. He had a fit, wiry body, the kind you earn running and rowing, not in 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. 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 a long time.

—Will you swim with me? —he asked. The pool was beautiful, with an artificial grotto and a little waterfall.

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

—You seem worried. Can I help?

—No, thanks, but it’s grown-up stuff.

He laughed.

—I’m grown up. I’m nineteen already.

—I mean that… never mind.

—Are you having money problems?

Sharp as anything.

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

—You don’t upset me. Come on, tell me. You’re my favorite aunt.

—I’m your only aunt —I laughed.

—That too.

He tugged me by the hand over to the gazebo and asked the girl to make us a couple of strong margaritas. When we had them in hand, he made me toast.

—Tequila makes troubles 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 were going through a rough patch because I couldn’t get pregnant.

—Sorry, I’ve really gone on at you.

—It’s fine, that’s what family is for. You’re too tense. Maybe that’s why you’re not conceiving.

—Or because I don’t fuck enough. —His eyes flew 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 sunbathing topless.

—Malik!

—What? It’s fine. They’re very pretty.

In a flash, I was in the air. My nephew picked me up in his arms and jumped into the water with me.

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

Malik dove under, grabbed the dress, and threw it far away, out of the pool.

—What are you doing?! You’re crazy! —I protested, trying to cover my chest. It was too ample to hide with my hands.

—Come on, auntie, don’t be silly. Let’s play for a bit.

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

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

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

—This isn’t fun! —I growled. I climbed the steps covering myself in front with one hand and my chest with the other, helplessly showing my ass.

—Malik?! —My sister’s voice cut across the garden. Shit. What was I going to explain? I looked at my nephew, who jerked his chin toward the grotto at the far end of the pool. It was the only possible hiding place. I ran there and slipped under the water, hidden from view, my heart pounding as if it were about to burst out of my chest.

—I’m in the pool —he answered calmly.

Through a crack in the rock I saw Patricia come out accompanied by her instructor. I didn’t remember she had a class today.

—Hi, honey. Mind if Sergio and I do the lesson here? It’s gorgeous out.

—Not at all, Mom. Don’t worry about me. I was going to meditate under the waterfall for a bit and get my neck massaged.

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

Oh no. My sister had found my dress.

—It flew off earlier and fell in the water. I think Aunt Marina was hanging laundry.

—Okay, I’ll keep it and bring it over to her later.

—She’ll be glad to see you, I’m sure. I’m off to relax.

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

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

—What have you done?! —I muttered. 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 staring at your tits from the 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 against his trunks. It was huge. My mouth went dry.

—Dead serious. Your idiot husband doesn’t know how to fuck you, so I’ll do it.

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

—Yes, I will. And in exchange I’m going to solve all your problems.

I blinked, incredulous.

—My problems?

—I’ll clean up 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 been keeping 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 husband can’t even imagine. Remember? I’m an IT guy.

My pulse shot up.

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

—No! —That wouldn’t just be the end of me. It would be the end of my parents too.

—I figured.

He pulled his trunks off 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 it hard and a shiver ran through me. I swallowed the gasp before it could escape.

—Look how hard it’s gotten you.

He bit it softly and sucked harder, while kneading my other breast without the slightest gentleness.

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

Malik kept groping my breasts until I felt heat gathering between my legs. He lifted my legs to his waist, I wrapped around him without meaning to, and his cock began rubbing against me, sliding between my lips and burning me with sheer need.

—Fuck —I blurted.

—You like it, huh? Don’t worry, auntie. I’m going to give you everything you’ve fantasized about.

He braced himself and thrust in without warning.

I felt a deep pain, as if I were being split in half. I had to bite his shoulder to keep from screaming. He took me like that, impaled, all the way under the waterfall and started pumping. The water hammered his back and I hurt like hell.

—Relax, auntie. I’m way too big for how tight you are, but you’ll get used to it.

He kept moving. My eyes filled with tears and I couldn’t loosen the tension.

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

I had never looked at Malik that way, and now he was possessing me while, a few meters away, my sister was taking 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 drives me wild. There’s no pleasure without a little pain.

He bit near my nipple and sucked so hard I knew he had marked me. Then he pulled out of me, and immediate relief washed over me.

—Get up on 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.

—Should I call my mother and tell her you came here to force me?

—That’s not true!

—And who do you think she’ll believe? Up you get, auntie.

I had no choice but to obey and take that position. I rested my forehead on the rock to keep my balance while he placed his hands on my buttocks, opening me for him.

His tongue, broad and hot, first traced a forbidden spot and then slid down, hungry, pulling at my lips. 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’re delicious, auntie.

He devoured me with a devotion that left me breathless, alternating his mouth and fingers until I was soaked through. If he really had dug through my history, he knew perfectly well 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, crouch down, and claimed me from behind.

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

It burned, it hurt, and his rough groans pulsed against my ear.

—Touch yourself —he ordered—. Give yourself pleasure while I give it to you my way.

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

I gasped.

—That’s it, auntie. Relax. Look how well you’re taking 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 thrusting. Him behind me, 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 hooked my legs over his shoulders and let the waterfall strike exactly where I needed it most, while he entered me again from the front.

He found my mouth again, with his thick lips and tongue, to silence my cries. I slipped a hand between us and stroked myself to the rhythm of his ruthless thrusts. I felt like I was going to split open. Malik didn’t let up even once, until I felt the first lash of heat deep inside. One удар, then another, then another. He kept pushing until he emptied himself completely.

When he was done, 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, pressed myself against him as if I wanted to hold him there, and muffled the cry of release as I clung to 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’s class ended, he came back to get me with a towel to wrap me in.

—Hurry. Mom’s showering, you can go back home.

—Naked?

—She has your clothes. I can’t give you anything else. Besides, it turns me on that a neighbor might see you like this.

—For God’s sake, Malik!

—Shh. —He kissed me and slipped his hand under the towel. My body reacted at once, betraying me—. See? It already knows who its owner is. Go home. I’m having dinner with you tonight.

—You can’t.

—Why? I want you to touch me under the table while your husband eats so calmly. I want to see you trembling while you look him in the eyes.

With every sentence I felt more aroused, and his fingers could tell. They went 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.