The Confession of the Two Brothers from the Lost Ranch

Brenda and Daniela were twenty-two years old and had one fixed idea: escape Rosario’s sticky summer and get lost, backpacks over their shoulders, in the Santiago del Estero scrub. They had little money and a lot of desire, slept wherever they could, and ate whatever turned up. That afternoon, when the bus dropped them off at a dirt crossroads near El Quebrachal, the sun beat down like a red-hot iron and the horizon shimmered with heat.

They walked for a couple of hours looking for a cheap roof. There was no hostel, no boarding house, nothing like it. Only an adobe shack by the side of the road, with a rusted tin roof and walls split by the drought. A thin thread of smoke came out of the chimney.

—Let’s try there —said Brenda, the brunette with long hair and curves that were hard to look away from—. Even just a corner to throw the sleeping bags down.

Daniela, blonde and green-eyed, wiped the sweat from her forehead and nodded. She was dead tired from the trip and her feet hurt.

***

Inside lived two brothers. Hernán was forty-four; Marcos, forty-one. Two men hardened by the countryside, with skin like old leather and huge hands from hauling firewood. They had seen the girls arriving from a distance, with tight shorts and low-cut tops, and they looked at each other without saying a word.

—Look what the road sends us, brother —murmured Hernán, running his tongue over his dry lips—. We’ve got to welcome them like God intended.

The girls knocked on the improvised door.

—Excuse us —Brenda began with a tired smile—. Would you let us stay the night? We’ll pay whatever, seriously. We’ve got nowhere to go.

The brothers looked them up and down and opened it all the way.

—Come in, come in, don’t stay out there —said Marcos, the taller one, with a hoarse voice that seemed to come from the bottom of a well—. There’s room enough. What we’re missing is company.

They made them mate and brought out homemade bread with goat cheese. The conversation started out calmly enough: where they were from, what they were doing in these forgotten parts. But the men’s eyes kept drifting to the bronzed legs, to the cleavage, to each one’s mouth when they laughed.

When the sun went down and the desert cold began slipping through the cracks, Hernán took a demijohn down from a shelf.

—This’ll warm you up, Brenda —he said, brushing his fingers against hers as he handed her the glass—. Nights here can be treacherous.

The wine flowed and the air grew thick. Marcos sat next to Daniela and, while telling her stories about the countryside, rested an open hand on her thigh. She let out a nervous little laugh, but didn’t move an inch away.

—You’re the kind of woman you don’t see around here —he told her, lowering his voice—. In the city they must line up just to buy you a drink.

Brenda felt the same on the other side. Hernán stared at her without hiding it, and every word he said landed on her like a hand.

—I like the way you move —he told her bluntly—. Since you walked in, I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you.

***

Things escalated fast. Hernán plugged in an old tape player and a worn chamamé began thundering through the adobe walls.

—Come on, let’s dance —he suggested, taking Brenda by the waist.

She, dizzy from the wine and from something else, let herself be led. Their bodies pressed together and she felt his hardness pushing against her belly. She didn’t pull away. On the contrary, she pressed her hips closer and rubbed her pussy against that bulge growing inside his worn pants.

—Feel that? —he whispered in her ear, barely biting her earlobe—. That’s for you. I’ve been hard since you walked in, look how hard I’ve got it.

He took her hand and brought it inside his pants. Brenda closed her fingers around a thick cock, hot and hard as a stick. A low moan slipped out of her. She gripped it hard, measuring it from top to bottom, feeling it pulse in her fist.

—Fuck, what a big one you’ve got —she blurted, her voice hoarse—. My cunt’s going to split open on this.

—That’s what it’s for, to split you open —he replied, and bit her neck while groping her tits over her shirt.

A meter away, Marcos was kissing Daniela’s neck and sliding his hands under her shirt. She closed her eyes and let out a low moan, surrendered to the rough brush of those huge hands kneading her tits and pinching her nipples until they stood hard as stones.

—You’re so soft —he murmured—. Let me see all of you.

He ripped off her shirt and bra in one yank. Daniela’s white tits bounced against his face and Marcos took both of them into his mouth, sucking her pink nipples like a starving man. He bit one and she arched her back, crying out.

—Suck them, suck them hard —she gasped, grabbing the back of his neck and pushing his face into her chest—. Harder, yes.

The two girls, far from home, with the heat of the scrub in their skin and wine setting their blood on fire, surrendered without fighting the desire.

Hernán pushed Brenda against the adobe wall and kissed her with his whole tongue inside her mouth, hungry, while yanking down her shorts and panties in one pull. He slid two fingers into her cunt and she jumped against the wall.

—You’re soaking, slut —he told her, curling his fingers inside—. You’re dripping all over my hand.

—Touch me more, come on, don’t stop —she begged against his mouth, breathless, moving her hips to drive his fingers deeper—. I’m burning up, do whatever you want with me.

He did as she asked. He stripped her completely, admiring her young body in the trembling light of the oil lamp, and took her to the mattress laid on the floor. He threw her on her back, spread her legs with one rough hand, and buried his mouth in her wet cunt. He licked her lips, bit her clit, and pushed his tongue deep inside, pulling it out and shoving it back in like a little cock. Brenda arched her back and bit the back of her hand so she wouldn’t scream too loudly, but the cry escaped anyway, long and hoarse.

—Oh, slut, oh, slut, like that, eat my cunt like that —she panted, grabbing his black hair and rubbing her pussy against his face—. Don’t stop, asshole, don’t stop or I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come.

She came in his mouth with a tremor that shook her whole body. Hernán licked her to the last drop, his beard shining with her juices, and then got up and pulled his pants down. His cock sprang out, long, thick, with a swollen purple head. Brenda opened her eyes and licked her lips.

—Come on, give it to me, I want to taste it —she said, crawling across the mattress.

She took it into her mouth in one go. She swallowed it halfway and choked, tears springing to her eyes, but she didn’t let go. She started sucking it hard, one hand at the base moving in time with her mouth, her tongue circling the head every time she came up. Hernán grabbed her head with both hands and set the pace, shoving his cock to the back of her throat.

—That’s it, slut, that’s how you suck it —he growled—. All the way in, take the whole thing.

Daniela, sitting on Marcos’s knees, found his mouth and started rubbing herself against him, her naked cunt scraping over the rough denim. When she unbuttoned his pants and freed his cock and took it in her hand, she let out a long sigh. Marcos’s cock was thick, shorter than his brother’s but wider, and it throbbed in Daniela’s palm like a living animal.

—You want it —he said, more statement than question.

—I want all of it in my mouth —she answered, and bent down.

She knelt between the man’s legs and took it to the hilt, spitting on it, sucking it, licking his balls, going up and down with her mouth open and her tongue out. Marcos grunted and grabbed her tits from behind, squeezing them while she sucked him off.

—You’re so good at this, blonde, what a whore’s mouth you’ve got —he told her—. Keep going, don’t stop.

The brothers exchanged a complicit look over the girls’ heads. Then the night became one body of four. Hernán laid Brenda on her back on the mattress, lifted her legs up to his shoulders, and drove his cock in with one thrust. Brenda screamed and clutched the worn sheets, feeling that hard dick open her cunt to the very bottom.

—Oh fuck, the cunt of your mother, what a big one you’ve got! —she shrieked—. Break me, come on, break me apart.

Hernán started fucking her hard, mercilessly, bracing on his hands and pushing with his hips until his balls were slapping against her ass. The mattress creaked, the wall shook, and Brenda dug her nails into his shoulders, leaving red marks.

—Harder, harder, fuck me harder —she moaned—. Jam it in all the way, to the womb, like that, like that, like that.

A meter away, Marcos had Daniela on all fours and was taking her from behind, setting the rhythm with both hands on her hips. He slapped her white ass, leaving the skin red, and she arched her back begging for more. His cock went in and out shining with wetness, and each thrust drew out a new cry.

—Daddy, like that, fuck me like that, I’m your little slut, I’m your little slut —Daniela moaned with her face pressed to the mattress—. Put it all in me, deeper, deeper.

—You’re a bitch, blonde, a beautiful bitch —Marcos answered, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back—. Look at this pig licking my cunt.

Sweat ran down them, the air smelled of wine, sex, and dry earth, and the chamamé kept playing like an old heartbeat. The four bodies moved to the same rhythm, moaning, shouting, fucking like animals in the lost ranch.

At some point they decided to mix it up. They laid the girls side by side on the mattress, on their backs with their legs spread, and the brothers switched without hurry, laughing under their breath. Hernán sank into Daniela and she screamed when she felt the long cock, longer than Marcos’s, touching places no one had ever touched. Marcos slid into Brenda and speared her with one thrust, and she grabbed his ass with both hands, squeezing it so it would go deeper.

—This brunette’s so tight —Marcos growled, fucking her deep—. She’s squeezing my dick like a fist.

—And the blonde is sucking my cock with her pussy —Hernán shot back, hammering Daniela with all his strength—. Look at them, brother, look how these two sons of bitches are loving it.

The girls turned toward each other and started kissing with tongue while the men kept fucking them. Brenda grabbed one of Daniela’s tits and sucked it, biting her nipple while Marcos shook her from behind. Daniela returned the favor by sliding her hand into Brenda’s cunt and rubbing her clit with her fingers, adding pleasure to Hernán’s thrusting.

—I’m coming, I’m coming with you, my love —Brenda told Daniela against her mouth—. Come with me, come on.

—Yes, yes, yes, together, together —the other one panted.

Both of them came at the same time, trembling, screaming, holding hands. Hernán lasted a little longer and then pulled his cock out of Daniela’s cunt and finished on her face and tits, thick streams of white semen staining her cheeks and nipples. Marcos did the same with Brenda and emptied himself into her open mouth, and she swallowed what she could and let the rest run down her chin to her chest.

When exhaustion began to win the fight, the four of them lay stretched out on the mattress, breathing hard, legs tangled, covered in sweat and cum.

***

Hernán and Marcos sat against the wall, lit two cigarettes, and passed the demijohn back and forth. The girls, still breathless, watched them from the mattress with that loose curiosity that pleasure leaves behind.

Hernán took a long drag and blew the smoke toward the tin roof.

—Hey, girls… want to hear something? —he said, with a half-smile, looking at his brother—. When we were kids, we were the hottest ones in town. And we weren’t thinking about the local girls. No. We were thinking about another one.

Daniela lifted her head, intrigued.

—About who?

Marcos laughed softly and scratched his beard.

—Our mother. Her name was Norma. The kind of woman who walked into a room and changed the air. Big curves, always wearing loose dresses that clung to her when she sweated. And our old man was a trucker, gone for weeks at a time with the rig. She stayed home alone… but not for very long.

Hernán went on, his voice lower.

—We were already two big kids, still living with her. One summer night, one of those nights when you can’t even sleep because of the heat, we heard an engine braking outside. It was another trucker, one hauling goods from Tucumán. Mom went out to meet him in a thin robe, with nothing underneath. We were spying through the crack in the door.

Brenda bit her lip, feeling a new tingle between her legs.

—And what happened? Tell everything, don’t be mysterious.

Hernán smiled, lost in the memory.

—The guy came in, sat down, and she poured him wine. They talked for a while, but not long. He grabbed her by the waist, sat her on top of him, and opened her robe. He sucked her big tits, slid his hand between her legs, and the old slut started moaning softly. Then he put her on her knees and she sucked his cock like a pro, with her hand and her mouth, taking the whole thing. We were on the other side of the door, and we couldn’t believe what we were seeing.

Marcos took over, eyes shining.

—We pulled our pants down right there, in silence, and started jerking off slowly so no one would hear. The old lady got up on the kitchen table, spread her legs, and the trucker drove his cock all the way in. He fucked her standing up, grabbing her tits, and she moaned and told him, “like that, daddy, like that, fuck me hard, do to me what my husband doesn’t do.” The table creaked with every move. We kept the same rhythm from behind the door, barely breathing, dick in hand. When the trucker came inside her, we came too on the dirt floor. Watching her.

Daniela touched herself slowly, without even realizing she was doing it, sliding two fingers over her swollen cunt, which was still throbbing.

—And she never found out?

Hernán put out his cigarette on the dirt floor.

—Not that time. The guy cleaned himself up, left her a few bills, and left. The old woman stayed in the room for a while, with the other man’s cum running down her thighs, breathing hard, and then she fell asleep like a log. We went in quietly, the floorboards creaking under our feet. She was on her back, asleep, oblivious to everything, with her robe open and her tits out. And we just stood there, staring at her, not daring to do anything more than look and jerk off again.

Brenda crawled a little closer, eyes blazing.

—You’re a pair of sick bastards… but that story’s got me so fucking hot. And did it keep happening?

Marcos nodded.

—Every time our old man left. Sometimes the same trucker, sometimes another one. Until one night Mom caught us spying. She didn’t say anything then. The next day she sat us down in the kitchen and looked us straight in the eye. “I know what you do,” she said, without raising her voice. We thought she was going to kill us. But no. She ended up teaching us a couple of things about women you don’t learn anywhere else. How to find their clit, how to lick it right, how to make them come with your tongue, your fingers, your cock. After that, we were different men.

—And that’s why —Hernán added, looking at the two girls with a new calm— we know how to make a night last.

***

The story had set everyone on fire again. Daniela got up from the mattress and walked toward them, no longer ashamed of her naked body, the dried semen still glistening on her tits.

—And what else did she teach you? —she asked, kneeling between the two brothers and taking one cock in each hand—. Show me. Teach me the way your mother taught you.

She started sucking both of them at once, alternating, spitting on their heads, sucking their balls, letting them push her head against both dicks until they were together in her mouth. The brothers moaned and grabbed her blonde hair, setting the rhythm, and she looked up at them from below with her eyes full of desire.

Brenda didn’t fall behind. She came over, moved Daniela’s face away from Hernán’s cock, and took it into her own mouth, sucking it hungrily. Then the two of them passed it back and forth, sucking it together, tongues out and mouths brushing the same head. Hernán threw his head back and grunted.

—Four tits, two mouths, brother —murmured Marcos—. These two are a gift from the scrub.

The night, which seemed to have gone out, lit back up with a different patience, that of someone who’s no longer in a hurry. This time it wasn’t wine calling the shots, but want. Hernán laid Brenda on her side and got in behind her, taking her cunt spoon-style, setting a slow, deep rhythm that made her moan differently, deeper, almost crying with pleasure. He grabbed one tit with one hand and found her clit with the other, rubbing it with two fingers while he fucked her calmly.

—Like that, like that, like that, don’t stop —Brenda whispered—. You’re making me come little by little, you son of a bitch, don’t stop.

Marcos did his thing with Daniela, attentive to every breath, repeating without saying it what he had learned in that kitchen. He sat her on top of him, drove his cock into her cunt to the base, and let her move, watching her tits bounce as she went up and down. He licked her nipples, fondled her ass, slid a saliva-wet finger into her ass, and Daniela moaned louder.

—Oh daddy, oh daddy, like that, with the finger in my ass, oh God —she panted, moving her hips in circles—. I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come.

The girls sought each other out in the pauses, kissed with their mouths still open, ate each other’s tits, slid their fingers into their cunts while the men watched them touch themselves. They laughed softly in the dark when Brenda licked Daniela’s juices off her fingers. Outside, the scrub was in absolute silence, not a cricket, not a breeze. Inside the adobe shack, though, the night stretched until dawn amid moans, loads, and cocks that kept getting hard again and again.

When the first gray light slipped through the cracks in the wall, the four silhouettes were stretched out and exhausted on the mattress. Brenda had her head resting on Daniela’s chest.

—That was the best night of the whole trip —she murmured, almost asleep.

—Let’s come back before we leave the north —Daniela answered, laughing with her eyes closed.

***

They set off at sunset the next day, backpacks on their shoulders again, their bodies still heavy with pleasure and lack of sleep, their cunts sore and their panties tucked in their pockets because they couldn’t stand fabric on top. Hernán and Marcos walked them to the dirt crossroads and stood watching until they became two tiny dots on the road.

—You think they’ll come back? —Marcos asked, lighting a cigarette.

Hernán shrugged and smiled toward the horizon shimmering with heat.

—Whether they come back or not, they know where the ranch is. And we, brother, know how to wait.