The Afternoon My Aunt Confessed Everything to Me in the Shed

Mercedes was forty-two years old, short, dark-haired, and of ordinary build. Neither fat nor thin, neither pretty nor ugly. She always wore her hair tied up in a bun and dressed with the sobriety of women who seem to have been born in another decade. At first glance, no one would have bet a single bill that my aunt knew any position other than missionary. At first glance.

I was her favorite nephew. In the whole village they had called me Adrián since I was a child and, according to my mother, I had inherited my grandfather’s broad back and a knack for fieldwork. That morning I had gone to trim for Mercedes the branches of the cherry tree that were encroaching on the estate of her niece Lucía, a twenty-six-year-old blonde with green eyes and wide hips, married to a merchant sailor somewhere out in the Atlantic. Lucía was the exact opposite of my aunt: tall, shameless, with a smile that promised trouble and two years of boring marriage.

What follows I tell in the first person, with the detail that time allows.

We had finished sawing through the branches when Mercedes asked me to come into the shed to eat something. We sat on two oak logs with a couple of anchovy sandwiches and a jug of red wine on the floor. Romeo, the yellow cat with brown stripes, watched us from atop a pile of sacks, licking his whiskers. Through the side window came a slanting September afternoon light. The crickets, settled among the firewood, had started up their dry music again as soon as we stopped the saw.

I was bare-chested. The sweat from work still ran down my sternum and, though I didn’t want to admit it, I knew my aunt was looking at me more than she should have been. She wore a white T-shirt and a brown skirt that in other circumstances would have reached mid-calf, but when she sat down it had ridden up, leaving more thigh on display than the family code allowed. The white T-shirt, soaked with sweat, clung to her chest and let two nipples be read without argument. Mercedes wasn’t wearing a bra, and she wasn’t wearing one by accident.

I locked the shed door from the inside with the wooden bar. She smiled as if she hadn’t noticed, but she had noticed perfectly.

—Can I ask you something personal? —she said, pouring me wine.

—Ask.

—Around the village they say you fucked your cousin Lucía. Is it true?

I emptied the cup in one swallow and set it on the floor.

—People who’ve got nothing to do wag their tongues. Lucía’s married.

Mercedes brought the wine to her lips. A drop slipped out and fell beside her right nipple, marking the fabric. She ran her middle finger over it, up to the nipple, gathered it, and then licked it off without taking her eyes off me. It wasn’t carelessness. It was a declaration.

—And her husband’s at sea —she added.

I looked slowly down at her legs. She opened them a little wider, just enough for me to understand she wasn’t wearing panties. A patch of black hair showed beneath the skirt. I held her gaze.

—And yours is in Switzerland.

I said it without thinking, and she took the blow as if she’d expected it.

—That’s how I know she’s horny. Did you take that away from her?

—I’m not like Esteban. Do you have a birthmark on your right ass cheek, Aunt?

The austere-woman look fell off her face in an instant and changed into something else.

—Son of a bitch!

I didn’t know whether she was saying it to me or to Esteban, the big-mouthed cousin. I asked:

—To whom?

—To Esteban. Who else knows?

—Lucía. And she also knows a very interesting story about your hen party. What story is that, Aunt?

—I’ll cut that tongue out.

—Is it that compromising?

—Didn’t she tell you?

—No —I lied.

—Then I’m not telling you either.

I let the curiosity simmer in its own juices for a few seconds. Then I tossed the coin into the air.

—Tell me and I’ll tell you what happened with your niece.

Mercedes ran her tongue over her lips.

—All right, I’ll tell you. But if you get hot and decide to come onto me, you’re going to have a problem.

—When we get to that spring we’ll see whether it’s dry or whether it runs water.

—It was many years ago. Three friends went up into the hills to celebrate my hen night. Carmela, Pilar, and me. The full moon let us see quite well. We had three bottles of white wine and had drunk them halfway down. We were happy, telling dirty jokes and tickling each other in ways that were no longer tickling. Our hands were going where they shouldn’t. Tomás showed up with a club, a common middle-aged guy who always had a buzz on him. Seeing us groping each other, he said what we needed wasn’t tickling.

—Tell me more.

—The three of us looked at each other, got up at the same time, and at the shout of “let’s unbutton his pants!” we ran toward him. Tomás was skinny when he was young, and when Pilar crashed her whole chest against his, we knocked him down in the grass. Carmela held his shoulders, Pilar pulled down his pants and underwear, and I got the worst part: grabbing his thing with my open hand and rubbing it with grass and dirt. We did it to be nasty. We thought he was so drunk he wouldn’t even notice.

—And did he notice?

—He noticed so much that thing grew in my hand until it turned into something that didn’t even seem human anymore. The three of us pulled back as if a rabid dog had bitten him. Tomás sat up, laughed, and said, “Never seen a real one before?” I swear to you, Adrián, that cock commanded respect.

I poured her more wine. Mercedes drank without taking her eyes off me.

—Go on.

—He got cocky. He offered us a deal: if we fingered ourselves in front of him and gave him wine, he wouldn’t tell anyone in the village about the embarrassment with the club. I didn’t understand what fingering meant. I asked like an idiot, “a finger of what?” The others laughed and he patiently explained that it meant touching yourself to come. I was going to my marriage as a virgin. The boldest thing I’d done with my boyfriend back then was hold his hand and give him a dry kiss on the cheek. I told him I didn’t know how.

—And?

—Carmela, who was already hot as a skillet, said to him, “Then you show her, and then she shows us.” Tomás came closer and asked if I wanted to come “like a man.” I said yes without really knowing what I was agreeing to. That night he was clean-shaven, smelled of cheap cologne, and under the moonlight I found him, I don’t know, almost handsome. He kissed me with tongue and my knees gave out on their own. Then he said I had to let him play with my tits. He unbuttoned my blouse, pulled up my bra, and sucked like it had been centuries since he’d last done it. I felt a heat rising from my calves and a spring soaking my panties. He wanted to eat my cunt, but he was embarrassed to insist. He slipped his hand under my skirt, ran two fingers through my pussy, brought them wet up to the clit and rubbed it while he kept kissing me. It was my first orgasm, Adrián, and it lasted so long I thought I was going to go blind.

Mercedes had opened her legs again. I’d had my pants tightening around me for a good while. She saw the bulge, her eyes gleamed, and she bit her lip.

—And that’s why I married Tomás —she finished—. After that I learned a lot of things from Carmela and Pilar, but that’s another story. Now you tell me about Lucía. With details.

I knelt in front of her instead of answering. I took one of her feet.

—What are you going to do?

—See whether the spring is dry or whether it runs water.

—It runs water. And I’m insatiable, just so you know.

I took off one shoe. I kissed her calf, the hollow behind her knee, moved up the inner side of her thigh until the skirt forced me to stop. I repeated it with the other leg. Then I made her stand up, sat down myself on the log, and asked her to lie across my lap. She did it without saying a word. I lifted her skirt and left her ass at the level of my hands. Mercedes had a white, generous ass, with a birthmark the size of a butterfly on the right cheek. Esteban hadn’t lied to me.

—Does the pretty-faced girl like being spanked in the ass? —I asked, giving her a slap.

—She loves it.

I gave her two more swats, then two fingers in her cunt. I found everything soaked and very tight. She hadn’t fucked in months and it showed.

—Lucía’s a slut —she whispered, speaking of her niece as if it weren’t her with her ass bare.

I took one of her shoes and struck each cheek a couple of times with the rubber sole. Mercedes complained and moaned in equal measure, with that mix that sets the blood boiling. I ran one finger over her asshole. I lubricated it with her own juice and pushed in halfway. She thrust back.

—Do you want me to stop?

—No. Do to me what you did to her.

I pulled my finger out and put it under her nose. She smelled it. For an instant her face went back to that austere-woman look. Then she licked it as if she’d wanted to do it for years.

—Do you like dirty sex? —she asked.

—More than a kid likes candy.

I lifted her off my lap, stood her up, and took off her skirt. Drops were falling from her cunt. She smelled of homemade soap and freshly baked bread. I took her by the waist and licked her all over, prying open her lips with the tip of my tongue. She clutched my shoulders and started trembling at once.

—No, no! I’m going to cum if you keep going!

I stopped, but it was already too late. Her hands dug into the back of my neck, pressing me against her. Her pelvis rose and fell on its own. She let out a stream of warm juices that covered my mouth and chin.

When she caught her breath, she took off my belt and pulled down my pants. Her tits, finally free, were a little saggy but heavy, with large flesh-colored areolas and nipples hard as marbles. She kissed me with her mouth full of her own taste. Then she crouched down and sucked me like a woman who knows what she’s doing: licked my balls, sucked them, ran her tongue the full length of me, jerked me with her free hand. When I came in her mouth, she didn’t lose a drop. She swallowed and licked her lips.

—You tasted good, you bastard.

Romeo was still watching us from his throne of sacks. The crickets hadn’t stopped. Mercedes sat up, went to a corner, and started laying half a dozen sacks on the floor to make us a bed. While she bent down, I saw her hairy cunt and her asshole, an asshole marked by use. When she finished, she lay down and patted the sack beside her.

—Come and tell me what else Lucía likes.

—You want details?

—I want details and I want you to do the same to me.

I lay down on top of her. I turned her over, kissed her ass cheeks, opened her cunt with two fingers and fucked them. Then I put her on all fours and ran my tongue from her asshole to her clit, over and over, until I felt her start trembling again. Then I shoved it into her ass, slowly, millimeter by millimeter, holding her hips so she wouldn’t move. Mercedes bit the sack to keep from screaming.

—Like this, exactly like this, I did it to your niece —I said, starting to move—. Until she asked me to put it in her from the front.

—Aren’t you afraid of getting her pregnant?

—She didn’t care. She came like a bitch twice. The second time with my semen running out of her cunt and my tongue inside her.

—Pig!

—And I swallowed it.

—You’re a filthy swine!

—That’s how I am. I like giving women pleasure.

I pulled my cock out of her ass and ran it along the slit of her cunt without putting it in. Mercedes started pushing back, looking for it.

—Do you know the last thing Lucía told me before she came, Aunt?

—What did your sick cousin tell you?

—“I want to come in your mouth, Mercedes.”

—You’re lying.

—I’m not lying. Your niece was with me and was thinking about you.

There was a long silence. Then a whisper:

—I’d love to eat her pussy. I’ve never done it with another woman.

I put half my cock in her cunt. She pushed and swallowed it whole. Mercedes started fucking me at a slow, almost shy rhythm, and very soon it became much dirtier. I grabbed her nipples with my fingers and squeezed them. My balls slapped against her clit with every thrust.

—I’m coming, Adrián, I’m cooooming!

Her cunt squeezed my cock like a closed hand and bathed it in hot juices. When I felt myself about to come, I didn’t pull out. I came inside her, every last drop. Her moans grew soft, almost sweet.

Afterward she lay back on the sacks. She slid two fingers into the groove of her cunt, gathered my semen mixed with hers, and sucked them without taking her eyes off me. This woman is not the same one who used to sit praying the rosary on Sundays, I thought.

—A good pinch if you eat my cunt until I come again.

What do you think I did?

Adrián.