The Country House Where No One Could Sleep That Night
The house smelled of thyme, cold firewood, and that old summer that seems to stay trapped in the walls of country houses. The three siblings hauled their suitcases up the wooden staircase, which creaked under every step as if it had been waiting for years to spill its secrets. Outside, the olive grove trembled in the afternoon heat and the cicadas would not let up.
None of the three was a child anymore. Nora and Diego, twenty-four-year-old twins, had only recently left university behind; Sofía, the youngest, had just turned twenty-two. But in that house, with their grandparents waiting downstairs and the same old beds, they all felt like they used to when they spent the whole month of August racing among the trees.
Nora and Diego went into the usual room: two single beds separated by a nightstand, the window thrown wide open onto the olive grove and the ceiling fan turning slow and lazy. Nora dropped her backpack onto her bed and bent down to put her sneakers underneath. Her hand bumped against something hard and rigid in the dimness. She pulled without thinking.
They were four or five old magazines, the kind with glossy paper that are hardly printed anymore. Faded covers, women and men tangled in impossible positions, huge headlines promising things no magazine ever delivers.
—Diego... come look at this —she whispered, her face burning before she had even finished the sentence.
Her brother came over, knelt beside her, and opened one at random. Explicit photos, heavy type, everything with a very old-school feel. On the double-page spread there was a woman on her knees, mouth open and tongue out, sucking a thick cock shining with spit; in the corner, another photo showed her with her legs spread, her fingers pulling the lips of her pussy apart so every pink fold inside could be seen. The two of them fell silent for an unbearably long moment. Nora felt an immediate tingle, a low current running through her belly and stabbing between her legs; Diego felt his cock harden inside his jeans until it hurt, and he shifted position, trying not to show it.
—Must be from that cousin who came ages ago —he said, his voice rougher than he meant it to be, turning the pages too quickly.
Nora nodded without speaking and pressed her thighs together a little. In another photo a long-haired girl had a cock inside her cunt and another in her ass, her mouth twisted in a silent scream. Neither of them dared look the other in the eye. Nora could feel her panties getting wet; Diego could feel the bulge throbbing against the seam, so swollen he feared his sister might notice if he stood up too fast. In the end they shoved the magazines back under the bed, as if they burned to the touch, and left the room with flushed cheeks and breaths coming too fast for two people who had done nothing.
***
In the room next door, Sofía was sharing with her aunt Renata. Renata, thirty-eight years old with an elegant kind of carelessness, gave her a lazy smile while she gathered her hair up.
—I’m going to take a quick shower, make yourself comfortable —she said, and disappeared through the bathroom door.
Sofía opened her suitcase and began hanging dresses in the old wardrobe that smelled of camphor. When she pulled open the top drawer of the dresser to put away her underwear, she froze. There, arranged with almost domestic care, was her aunt’s private arsenal: a purple suction toy, a thick, realistic silicone dildo with marked veins and an enormous head, a steel plug topped with a red stone, a pair of Chinese balls joined by a cord, a pink rabbit-shaped vibrator, velvet-lined handcuffs, and a bottle of strawberry-scented lubricant. Everything laid out as if it were makeup.
Sofía swallowed. She picked up the dildo with two fingers, almost against her will, and felt its weight: thicker than a child’s wrist, soft silicone outside and firm inside. She imagined her aunt taking it all the way in, opening her cunt with that thing while the suction toy worked over her clit, and felt a hot, wet prick between her legs. She closed the drawer slowly, fingertips first, but the image had already burned itself into her. She sat on the edge of the bed, crossed her legs hard, and without quite deciding to do it, slid one hand under the waistband of her shorts. Her fingers sank straight into the wetness; the clit was already hard, begging. She rubbed it in quick circles, biting her lip to keep from moaning, while water ran on the other side of the wall and she tried not to imagine Renata naked under the spray, soaping her tits, spreading her thighs to wash her cunt. She pushed in two fingers, deep, until her palm bumped against her pubic bone; she pulled them out dripping. A minute later she stood up as if nothing had happened, though her pulse was hammering at her temples and her panties clung to her soaked sex.
***
Half an hour later, the three of them were going downstairs toward the dining room. As they passed the hallway outside the main bathroom, the door flew open. Renata came out wrapped in a towel that was too small, her wet hair falling down her back and drops sliding slowly along her cleavage until they disappeared between generous breasts the towel barely covered. And behind her, with the least bit of shame, appeared Grandfather Tomás, drying the back of his neck with another towel, his body still strong and bronzed from years in the countryside, and between his legs, hanging heavy and only half-awake, a long, thick cock that Sofía could not help looking at for a fraction of a second before he covered it with the towel.
—Sorry, little one —he told Sofía with complete calm, knotting the towel around his waist—. When there are so many people, the bathroom becomes communal. That’s how we were raised here.
Renata let out a low laugh and kept walking toward her room, the towel barely covering her round ass, which swayed with every step. Sofía stood frozen for half a second, eyes wide, the image of her grandfather’s cock swinging there burned into her, before hurrying down the stairs almost stumbling, cheeks blazing and a treacherous heat settling between her legs that soaked her panties for the second time in less than an hour.
In the dining room the big wooden table was already set: ham, an omelet still warm, salad, fresh bread, and a couple of opened bottles of red wine so they could breathe. Everyone sat down. The twins could not lift their eyes from their plates; Sofía drank wine as if it were cool water.
Grandmother Pilar poured the glasses and, with that playful voice she only ever used when she had an audience, started spilling things.
—Do you remember the summer Renata turned twenty-two? —she said, looking at her daughter over the rim of her glass—. We snuck off together to the Saint John’s bonfire, and there a stranger showed up who fucked us both in turns behind the bushes. He put me on all fours and drove it into me to the hilt while your aunt was sucking off one of his friends. Neither of us has ever forgotten that night.
The grandfather let out a deep laugh that made the table shake.
—And you weren’t exactly a saint either, Tomás —Renata shot back, winking at her father—, that summer you walked the miller’s daughter home and came back at dawn with your shirt stained with lipstick and smelling like pussy.
—That girl came three times on my tongue before I let myself fuck her —he replied, not lowering his voice, pouring himself more wine—. She had a tight little cunt like a virgin and loved having it filled with come.
The anecdotes grew increasingly explicit, always wrapped in laughter and the clinking of glasses. A bachelorette party that ended at the river with three guys taking turns fucking the bride, a dance in the next village where Renata ended up sucking the mayor’s son’s cock in the barn while his wife danced inside. The twins listened with red ears, pretending to focus on the ham; Diego could feel his cock hardening again under the table and did not dare move. Nora’s cunt was boiling, her thighs clenching every other sentence. Sofía laughed along with everyone, but under the table she was pressing her thighs together every time her aunt described one detail too many, and once she even brushed her clit with her knuckle, discreetly, over the fabric of her shorts.
This is not normal, getting me this worked up, Sofía thought, taking another sip of wine. Not with them here.
And yet it was happening. Her panties were soaked and she could feel a thin trickle slipping down the inside of her thigh every time she crossed and uncrossed her legs.
***
When they finished dinner, Grandma gave everyone a good-night kiss on the forehead and a fond remark about how handsome they all looked. One by one they climbed back up the creaking staircase, this time in the opposite direction, as if it too were tired from the heat.
Nora and Diego entered their room in silence, closed the door, and got into their beds without turning on the main light. Only the dim bedside lamp remained, casting orange shadows on the ceiling. They said good night in barely a whisper, but neither of them really closed their eyes.
The fan kept turning. Outside, the cicadas had given way to crickets. And beneath the sheets, very slowly, barely aware of it themselves, two hands began to move in the darkness, each in its own bed, pretending at a silence that the broken breathing gave the lie to. Nora had pulled her nightdress up to her waist and her panties down to her knees; she parted the lips of her cunt with two fingers and began rubbing her clit very slowly, in circles, while with her other hand she pinched a hard nipple. She was thinking of the photo of the girl with two cocks inside her and, without meaning to, started thinking of Diego, of the bulge she had seen forming in his jeans as he turned the pages. She pushed three fingers into her cunt to the hilt and bit her arm to keep from moaning; she was drenched, her hand sloshing against her vulva, the wet sound scandalous under the sheet.
Diego, in the bed beside hers, had pulled his boxer briefs down to his ankles and had his cock in his hand, very hard, throbbing between his fingers. He gripped it tightly, sliding the foreskin up and down, squeezing the head with his thumb on every downward stroke, damp with the precome already leaking from him. He tried not to think of anything and failed. He heard his sister’s breathing break every few seconds, heard the faint rustle of the sheets, and despite himself imagined what Nora was doing, whether she would be sliding her fingers into herself, whether her nipples would be hard. He came with clenched teeth, in absolute silence; he felt the hot spurts splatter his belly, one after another, while he kept squeezing his cock until the last drop. On the other side of the nightstand, almost at the same time, Nora shuddered with her hips lifted, her cunt throbbing around her fingers, clenching them in spasms that would not end. Neither of them spoke. Neither dared break the tacit pact of not acknowledging what was happening a meter away.
***
In the room next door, Renata and Sofía got into the big bed together, still carrying the heat of the shower and dinner in their skin. Renata switched off the main light and left the small lamp on, which barely lit the two silhouettes. She curled up behind her niece, wrapping an arm around her waist, as when Sofía was little and would sleep over with her on stormy nights.
—Good night, my beautiful girl —Renata whispered very close to her ear, with a soft kiss on the cheek, a kiss from an affectionate aunt and nothing more.
—Good night, Auntie —Sofía answered, settling against her with a smile hidden by the dark.
But neither of them fell asleep right away. Sofía could feel her aunt’s warm breath on the back of her neck, the big tits pressed against her back, a nipple digging through the thin nightdress, and every time she closed her eyes the open drawer came back, the thick dildo in her hand, the purple suction toy, the image of her grandfather coming out of the bathroom with his cock hanging heavy between his legs, the dinner stories tangling together until they became one hot, confusing thing. She could feel her cunt pulsing, soaked through; she could smell herself. She squeezed her eyelids shut. She counted breaths. She tried to think of anything else, and instead found herself pressing her ass back against her aunt’s pubis, very slowly, almost without realizing it.
Renata, for her part, smiled in the half-dark. She could feel the movement of her niece perfectly, the way she rubbed against her with that guilty slowness, and she felt her nipples hardening under the nightdress. She knew that too-tight stillness, that way of pretending to sleep, all too well. She remembered having had it herself, many summers ago, in that same bed, listening to her mother tell stories she hadn’t fully understood then and rubbing her cunt against the sheets until she came in silence.
—Can’t sleep? —she murmured, without moving, tightening the arm that circled Sofía’s waist just a little, letting it drop a finger lower, almost brushing her pubis through the nightdress.
—It’s hot —Sofía lied, her voice trembling.
—Yes —Renata replied, and in that single syllable there was a whole smile—. It’s very hot in this house.
The two of them stayed silent, awake, breathing almost in the same rhythm, pretending the day had brought nothing more than family hugs. And the first day of that summer faded out like that, with the slow hum of the fan, the crickets beyond the window, and in every room of the old country house, a secret nobody intended to confess in daylight.