That Summer with My Cousin Finally Broke Me

I still find it hard to tell this without my pulse racing, but I’ve needed to get it out for a long time. It was the twelfth day of that summer at the mountain house, the day that changed everything between my cousin Adrián and me. That morning, we had already crossed every line I’d sworn I would never cross, and we had done it in front of my two best friends, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

When we finally separated, the four of us lay sprawled in the living room with that silly feeling of well-being that almost bordered on unconsciousness. It took us a while to pull apart, and not only because of the sweat and semen keeping us stuck together—the semen from my cousin still dripping between my thighs, the stuff Carla had swallowed, and what was still shining on Daniela’s chin—but because our bodies had gone just as numb as our heads.

“We couldn’t be any dirtier,” Daniela said, wrinkling her nose as she ran a hand over her dark, glistening chest, gathering with two fingers a thick strand hanging from her nipple.

“Look who’s talking,” I replied, laughing wickedly as I felt a load sliding down the inside of my own thigh.

“Enough, please,” Adrián cut in complainingly, covering his still-red, half-softening cock with the back of his hand.

“She’s right,” Carla jumped in. “We were so comfortable.”

“And stop treating me like the baby of the house,” he protested. That bothered him more than anything else, and I knew it perfectly well.

“Okay, okay,” I cut in. I didn’t want the good mood to turn sour. “Look, I don’t know about you, but I’m so hungry I can’t think. And I think that’s why the four of us suddenly got a little snippy.”

“You’re not wrong,” Carla agreed, eager to put that silliness behind us.

“Then I vote we eat now,” my cousin croaked.

“We’ll have to shower first, won’t we?” I said, pointing at his body, his still-sticky cock, and his belly marked with Daniela’s red fingernail scratches. “Dani’s right—we’re all disgusting. I think we should cool off first. It’s too hot to stand.”

“Shower… together?” Carla asked with a smile full of anticipation.

“Not a chance,” I settled it, laughing. “We won’t get a bite to eat until dinner if we do that. The house has four bathrooms, so everyone go to their own and leave it at that.”

Adrián protested, of course, and tried to negotiate his way into someone else’s shower. Daniela winked at him with a calmness that drove me crazy, told him he’d have time later, and my cousin didn’t insist. That phrase of hers—“he’d have time”—lodged in me like a splinter. Who did she think she was, handing out what, in theory, was still mine?

I went to my bathroom with Carla. She showered quickly, ravenous, and came out drying herself with the first towel she found, smelling of soap and without an ounce of shame. I, on the other hand, stayed in the shower far longer than was sensible. I needed the cold water more than food. I ran the sponge between my legs again and again, feeling how swollen my cunt still was, the lips puffy and sensitive, the entrance still stretched by my cousin’s cock. When I touched myself with two fingers to wash inside, a silly moan escaped me and irritated me. Above all, I needed to shut out the thought of my cousin being alone with either of them while I wasted time under the water.

I came out without even putting on my underwear, imitating Carla, and crossed the house completely naked, my body still half-damp. It was a delicious feeling, until I reached the kitchen and it vanished all at once: Daniela and Carla had already prepared lunch and, worst of all, both of them were dressed, wearing panties so discreet they looked like the bottoms of swimsuits. I felt ridiculous and exposed, my nipples stiff in the cool air and my still-reddened cunt on display for both of them. Daniela looked me up and down with a serious expression that needed no words, lingering a second too long between my thighs.

I tried to pretend nothing was wrong, until Adrián appeared as naked as I was, delighted with his shower, his cock swinging carelessly between his thighs.

“That did me a world of good!” he said. Then he saw them dressed and went red to the tips of his ears. “Sorry, sorry… I thought…”

“Relax,” Carla laughed, moving closer to give him a quick kiss on the lips.

His shower effect is wearing off already, I thought when I saw his cock begin moving on its own the moment it sensed my friend’s mouth nearby.

“Go put something on,” I told him, improvising, and planted another kiss on him that made Carla’s an afterthought. It was a mistake. Pressing myself against him, I felt him react, felt him harden between us, his swollen shaft pushing against my naked belly, slowly rising until it lodged between my navel and pubic bone. I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth and he, almost without realizing it, grabbed one cheek of my ass in each hand and pulled me against his already-hard cock. I felt the hot tip slide over my pubis, searching downward toward where it shouldn’t go, and the heat flared so quickly that he had to pull away abruptly. A thread of saliva joined us for an instant before snapping, and another glistening strand hung from the tip of his glans.

“Damn cousins,” Carla sighed, staring at his cock with her mouth half open.

“And bring some underwear, please,” I added, trying to sound normal even though my cunt was dripping again.

Adrián withdrew with his ears burning and his shaft pointing at the ceiling, returning a while later with one of my garments that barely served any purpose. I took advantage of being alone to get a little revenge. I rummaged through the drawer and found a set I’d forgotten, two sizes too small, and put it on. The triangle of fabric wedged itself between my cunt’s lips, outlining them one by one, while the top barely covered my nipples, which escaped at the sides. It was a direct provocation after what he had left me like in the kitchen. But when I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t think of anything except showing myself to him like that.

To finish, I put my head under the faucet. I was overheated, although the truth was that by then I only wanted to become even hotter. I went out dripping and headed for the living room. What little that absurd outfit didn’t reveal became clear through the water running from my hair: my dark nipples pierced the fabric, and the mound of my pubis showed beneath an unmistakable wet shadow.

I caught up with them just as they were leaving the kitchen. Adrián was in front, his hands free, and they followed behind carrying the trays. When he saw me appear “dressed” that way and dripping water, he stopped dead. His cock swelled inside the shorts he had just put on, so quickly that the bulge appeared all at once.

“I was dying of heat,” I said, as though that justified anything.

“Fuck,” was all he managed to say.

But it was already too late. I had placed myself so close that when he stopped short to avoid colliding with me, Carla shoved him from behind with her tray, and that second push slammed him into me. We collided face-first, body-first, everywhere. His hands ended up spread over my breasts to keep from falling, his thumbs pressing directly onto my wet nipples, and when he felt how hot I was, he lost the little control he had left. Before I knew it, he was seeking my mouth, holding my waist, pressing me against him. His cock, hard as a stick, dug into my lower belly through the fabric. I tried to protest, with some sincerity, but I only had to part my lips for him to slip inside and kiss me with a hunger that left me defenseless. One of his hands dropped, yanked the triangle of my panties aside, and pushed two fingers all the way inside me. I was so wet they entered without resistance, and I moaned against his mouth when I felt him curl them inside me, searching for the spot he already knew so well.

By the time we managed to react, it was too late to pretend that wasn’t happening. Daniela was the one who pulled him away from me after setting down her tray with astonishing calm. She calmly withdrew his fingers from my cunt, as though removing a glass from a drunk’s hand, and wiped them herself on her thigh.

“Still,” she ordered, barely raising her voice. And we both obeyed.

I backed away nervously, trembling, juice running down the insides of my thighs, the twisted triangle leaving my cunt half exposed.

“I’m sorry, this is too much for me right now,” I stammered. “I need a minute.”

“You’re not the only one,” Daniela replied, nodding toward Carla before turning and walking calmly out into the garden.

I followed the direction of her finger and saw Carla sitting in the chair beside the little table, legs apart, her hand tucked over her panties, the fabric darkened by how soaked it was, two fingers circling her clitoris through the cotton. She was looking at me without hiding it. Looking at us. I hesitated. I looked at Adrián, his cock outlined in his shorts, his expression tense. Then I looked back at her.

I dropped to my knees between her legs. I know I shouldn’t, I kept telling myself, but I can’t stop. I moved the fabric aside and found her just as wrecked as I was: her cunt swollen and shiny, a strand of thick fluid hanging between her lips. I knew her body almost as well as my own, and I immediately knew what she needed.

“Mari…” she gasped when I placed my hand on her again and opened her cunt’s lips with two fingers, exposing her clitoris, thick and throbbing.

I pulled her panties down in one motion, dragging them down her legs until they hung from one ankle, and began to explore her slowly with my tongue, running the tip over her entire slit from bottom to top, pausing at the little bud to suck it. Her back arched suddenly. As I felt my cousin kneel nearby, trying to join the game, I drove my tongue into her entrance and pushed it as deep as I could, fucking her with my mouth. I pulled my face away for a second, my lips glistening.

“Not now, Adrián,” I begged him. “Please.”

The poor man had no choice but to stop, his cock showing over the edge of his shorts, while I didn’t stop at all. I buried my face between Carla’s thighs again and inserted two fingers into her cunt while sucking her clitoris, curling them inside to touch that sponge that drove her crazy. She thrust her body toward me, sliding on the seat, screaming for me not to stop, one hand gripping my hair and pushing my face against her cunt.

“Yes, like that, suck it, don’t stop, fuck, eat my cunt, deeper…” she panted shamelessly, her voice broken.

I worked her with my fingers first and my mouth afterward, tasting all of her, swallowing everything dripping from her, until I felt her legs tremble and her cunt tighten around my fingers. She came screaming, a spasm shaking her entire body, and kept pushing my face against her through every last contraction. Somehow, we ended up rolling onto the floor, her beneath me and me on top, both of us seeking each other at once, cunt to face, in a sixty-nine that formed by itself. I rode her face while she thrust her tongue into me without hesitation, exploring me from top to bottom, biting my clitoris with her lips, pushing her fingers in behind me. Pleasure completely clouded my mind. I came a couple of times over her mouth before realizing I had stopped hearing Adrián beside us.

I raised my head, my chin soaked with Carla’s fluid and my hair stuck to my face. Daniela had returned from the garden, still wet, splendid, with that feline calm she always possessed, now without panties. And we, tangled together on the floor, fucking each other with our mouths, had left her a clear path to the only thing that interested her at that moment: the overflowing arousal I myself had provoked in my cousin, his cock swollen and red, pointing at the ceiling, glistening at the tip.

She approached him, still sitting there, aroused and dejected at once. She knelt at his feet with a naturalness that hurt me, without the slightest tremor in her hands, and began undressing him completely, pulling his shorts down to his ankles as though she had every right in the world to do it. When was it decided that she could have him without even consulting me? I thought. But I said nothing. I couldn’t.

She gripped his cock with one hand, squeezing it at the base, and ran her broad tongue slowly from his balls to the tip, never taking her eyes off him. Then she took the whole thing into her mouth until her throat bulged, and came back up sucking with her cheeks hollowed. Adrián moaned almost immediately, threw his head back, and grabbed her hair, but she pushed his hands away without stopping her blowjob. Daniela had always prided herself on having absolute control, and that time was no different: she took him to the edge with a calmness that drove me mad, sucking his cock with the technique of an expensive whore, wrapping her tongue around it, pulling it from her mouth with a smack to lick his balls one by one, then swallowing him all the way down again. Whenever she felt him getting too close, she squeezed the base with her fist to hold him back, waiting for the urge to pass before continuing. She set the pace. Carla and I approached like two cats, still sticky against each other, knowing that this game wasn’t for us, that all we could do was watch, encourage, and touch. I knelt beside my cousin and ran my hand over his chest, while Carla moved to the other side and sucked one of his nipples as Daniela continued what she was doing.

“Come in her mouth, Adri, come,” I whispered, and I didn’t even recognize my own voice—the voice of the cousin who, two days earlier, hadn’t even dared look at his cock.

Then Daniela pulled away, stood up, and straddled him. With one hand she positioned my cousin’s cock at the entrance to her cunt and lowered herself slowly, holding his gaze, taking his shaft inch by inch until her ass rested against his thighs. She let out a deep moan, closed her eyes for a moment, and began to move. She rose and fell with perfect rhythm, squeezing her cunt around his cock, bracing her hands on Adrián’s shoulders, making a small movement with her hips that drew a moan from him each time. She was the one fucking him. She decided when to speed up and when to stop and torture him, sitting still with his cock buried deep while he tried to thrust upward without managing it. And we watched, mouths open, as she brought him to the end, magnificent and brutal.

When she realized he couldn’t take any more, she stood, pulled his cock from her cunt, knelt again, and put it in her mouth just in time. Adrián came with a roar, gripping her head, and she swallowed the first spurt without blinking, let the second fall onto her tongue for us to see, and used the third to paint her lips with the tip of his cock. Then she swallowed everything, squeezing his balls with one hand to empty him completely, and gave the tip one final lick. Adrián collapsed into the chair, his cock still throbbing, a string of saliva and semen hanging from the glans down to his belly.

When she was finished, Daniela stood up as calmly as though nothing had happened, wiped herself with the back of her arm, and looked at the three of us sprawled and exhausted on the floor with a serenity that finally crushed us.

“That was a good appetizer,” she said in a singsong voice. “Shall we eat now? Because I’m really hungry.”

I don’t know how she did it. She had just taken my cousin right in front of my eyes, swallowed his entire load, and still managed to make all three of us feel bad. Like fools, we began hurriedly getting dressed. She picked up a tray and went toward the living room, swaying her hips, semen still shining at the corner of her mouth.

“Coming?” she called, somewhere between reproach and affection.

“Yes, yes… coming!” I ran after her, eager to please, like the little lapdog I had always been with her. Because that was what I was, and I knew it.

***

Daniela arranged everything on the low table in the living room, closed the window doors, lowered the blinds, and left us in darkness. “If we leave it open, all the heat comes in at this hour,” she declared. She was right, but being shut in hit me like a slab of stone. The dimness brought a pleasant coolness and, at the same time, a claustrophobic feeling that gripped my insides.

Because Daniela and Adrián had stopped being a vague threat and become a real one, already installed among us to stay. And the worst part was that I was dying for that shameless pair to let themselves go again in front of me. Nothing had ever turned me on as much as they did at that moment, my cousin’s cock sliding in and out of my best friend’s cunt. We ate almost in silence, the three of us still unable to calm down, while she chatted for all four of us as though nothing had happened.

By the time we finished, we seemed somewhat more relaxed, but exhaustion had us all in its grip. We hadn’t slept a wink the night before, and the morning had been endless. Even Daniela was calling for a truce.

“I think it’s time for a nap,” I said, my voice sounding strange even to me.

“Yes,” she agreed. “I’m not going to do anything but sleep for quite a while. I’ve fucked enough for one day.”

God, her bluntness. I still wasn’t used to the atmosphere of total uninhibitedness we had created. And yet, the crude way she said it stirred something inside me. At least she called what we were doing by its name. How long was I going to keep pretending everything was normal, as though this were an ordinary vacation?

The truth was, I was sick of myself.

“Come on, Adrián,” I suddenly ordered, getting to my feet with a decisiveness that surprised even me. “Time to sleep.”

He didn’t understand what I wanted now. Maybe I didn’t either. Daniela bit her tongue until the very last moment; she came within an inch of intervening. But my cousin stood, tired, his cock half-hard again and swinging between his thighs, and followed me without complaint.

When he reached my room, I was already lying on the bed, naked, my legs slightly spread, my eyes closed, that ridiculous outfit thrown at my feet. I suppose I was too exhausted to think. Or perhaps I wanted to play my last card. Use the nap, which had always been when he dared approach me, to deliver the final blow myself. Or rather, to let him deliver it to me, to have him get into bed and fuck me without asking permission, as I had dreamed of for a year.

I can’t explain it properly, but in that oppressive atmosphere I had become certain that this was my last chance. The image of Daniela surrendered at his feet, my cousin’s cock buried deep in her throat, wouldn’t leave my head. Now or never, I kept telling myself.

What I didn’t want to admit was that I had already made an irreversible mistake. My moment wasn’t that nap: it had slipped through my fingers that very morning, and I had let it get away. Adrián was no longer willing to keep playing with me. What he had done with Daniela before lunch had made that perfectly clear.

And yet I wanted him with an intensity that frightened me. No man had ever mattered so much to me. I had never wanted anyone that way. I felt him beside me, his naked body against my thigh, his still-warm, sticky cock resting on my hip, his hand moving slowly over me, rising from my thigh, brushing my cunt in passing, stumbling over the wetness dripping down to my buttocks, which he nevertheless ignored. He passed by, moving up my belly until he stopped beneath my breast, his thumb barely grazing my nipple. I couldn’t help moaning. I opened my legs a little wider, offering him everything, and I know he noticed, because his warm breath was already on my face and his cock had hardened again against my hip.

Then his hand went still. His head lowered until it rested on my shoulder, and his breathing became slow, deep, and regular. His cock, hard as stone, remained pressed against my thigh, not seeking me, not entering me. Incredibly, my cousin was falling asleep with a brutal erection pressed against my body, doing nothing with it.

Was that really possible?

Fuck, what was I surprised about? I knew it perfectly well. He had been after me for a year, and now that he had me within reach, naked, my cunt soaked and open, willing to do anything, he chose to fall asleep holding me with his hard cock resting against my thigh as though it were nothing. It was his way of telling me that he no longer needed to ask my permission for anything, that I had given myself over completely, and that the final step was only a matter of time, whenever he felt like putting it inside me.

And the worst part, what I still find difficult to confess today, is that deep down I liked it. I knew I was going to suffer over him, more deeply than I had suffered over anyone. I knew he was going to leave me discarded again. And yet I couldn’t move, couldn’t push him away, couldn’t want anything other than that sleeping body on top of mine, his weight, his warmth, his scent, and that hard shaft digging into my hip like a promise.

I stayed awake for a long time, listening to his breathing and my own, that wetness sliding between my thighs and soaking the sheets, squeezing my thighs around nothing, wanting to lower my hand and push my sleeping cousin’s cock into my cunt myself. I didn’t. I thought I was lost. Knowing that, whatever happened during the rest of that summer, I already belonged to him, with or without his cock inside me, asleep or awake. And, in some dark corner of myself, wishing he would take just a little longer to come and claim me completely, simply so I could savor the waiting.