What Happened on the Ferris Wheel with My Cousin That Night

My uncles’ arrival on the coast had always been a nuisance for Tomás. His cousin Camila came with them every summer and, although they usually stayed for just a weekend, that was more than enough time for him to remember why he avoided her. The family’s favorite, the one who got what she wanted with a pout, the one who had never heard a “no” in her life.

That year, to make matters worse, it coincided with his birthday. Camila was turning thirty-two, and the gift boxes took over the guest room like they were moving in. Tomás tried to dodge any responsibility, but his mother cornered him in the kitchen and ordered him, leaving no room for argument, to take his favorite niece to the newly renovated amusement park that very night. While the rest prepared the surprise dinner, that would be his gift: babysitting an adult woman.

—She’s your cousin, Tomás. A couple of hours, that’s all —his mother cut in.

Camila came down the stairs wearing faded jeans and a long-sleeved, terracotta-colored sweater, far too warm for the sticky heat of the night. She wore her brown mane loose, cut to jaw length, and a tiny piercing flashed in her nose every time she passed under a streetlamp. She had the habit of biting her lip when something amused her, and that night she seemed very amused indeed.

He tried to come up with an excuse, call a friend, invent some alternative plan. No one answered the phone. The only thing he managed was to have his parents pay for both tickets.

***

The park was a hive of flashing lights, shrill music, and the smell of burnt sugar. Camila dragged him from one ride to the next, euphoric, while Tomás used the few minutes when she rode alone to sit on a bench and breathe. His cousin was expensive to keep happy: two hot dogs, a giant soda, a bag of cotton candy she devoured in three bites. And when he thought they could finally leave, she pointed at the Ferris wheel.

—That one. I want to go on that one.

It was one of the few attractions whose price was not included with admission. Twenty-five euros to spin slowly in a cabin that looked like it belonged to another decade. Tomás gave in just to stop hearing her complaints.

The cabin smelled of old metal and chewing gum. They rose slowly, swaying, while Camila finished the last hot dog with an almost childish greed and wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand. They had barely passed halfway up when the lights on the entire Ferris wheel blinked twice and went out all at once.

The silence was immediate. The park music kept playing far below, distant, like it belonged to another world. Ten seconds later, a male voice crackled over the loudspeaker apologizing and announcing a mechanical fault.

—Great —Tomás muttered. —Just what we needed.

Camila sprang to her feet and the whole cabin rocked with a metallic creak that made his cousin’s skin prickle.

—Well, I’m in the mood for something else —she said, and began moving from one window to another, peering out into the void without caring in the slightest about the dangerous swaying.

—Would you sit still? You heard the guy, they’ll fix it in a few minutes and we’ll get down.

—I don’t want to get down yet. —She wrinkled her nose, and the piercing caught the only reflection coming from the distant promenade lights.

Tomás looked toward the neighboring cabins, desperate. In the one next to them he could barely make out a hunched silhouette, someone absorbed in the screen of a phone. They were alone, suspended in the air, locked in for what were already becoming far too many minutes.

Suddenly Camila forced open one of the window latches, threw it wide, and leaned out, putting half her body outside.

—Camila! —Tomás lunged at her and gripped her around the waist with both hands, pressing her against his chest. —What the hell are you doing?

—I wanted to see the people down below —she replied, flashing one of her fake-innocent pouts, making no effort at all to free herself from him.

Then Tomás realized how close they were. His cousin’s breath against his neck, the heat of her body seeping through the fabric, her firm ass pressed against his lower belly. He let go of her as if she burned, sat back down, and rested his head against the cold glass with his eyes closed.

—Sit down and wait. It’s not that hard.

—I’m still hungry —she said, dropping down beside him.

—Up here I can’t do anything about that.

—That’s not entirely true —Camila murmured.

Tomás felt the cabin sway again, this time with a much slower, more deliberate motion. Before he could react, his cousin’s hand landed without ceremony on his crotch, cupped his bulge, and squeezed slowly, palpating the full shape through the fabric. He slapped her hand away sharply.

—What the hell is wrong with you?

—You’ve got a pretty big dick right there. —She kissed the back of the hand that had just been struck, never taking her eyes off him in the dim light. —I saw it last summer, when you were changing at the pool. It slipped out of your swimsuit for half a second and I had plenty of time to memorize what you had. I haven’t been able to get it out of my head since. I’ve come thinking about it more times than you can imagine.

This isn’t happening, Tomás thought. But his body had already begun to betray him, and his cock was getting hard beneath his jeans, pushing the fabric upward in a way impossible to hide.

—We’re cousins, Camila.

—I know perfectly well —she replied with a low laugh. —That’s why no one ever has to find out. Whatever happens up here stays up here, and we go down like nothing happened.

***

The air in the cabin had grown thick. Tomás knew he should stop this, stand up, bang on the glass and shout for them to fix the breakdown. Instead, he stayed frozen, watching his cousin’s pale eyes shine fixed on him with a determination he had never seen before.

Camila leaned in very slowly and started kissing him. At first it was barely a brush at the corner of his mouth, a timid caress that did not match the boldness of her hands. She moved toward the center of his mouth patiently, millimeter by millimeter, until Tomás parted his lips and answered. Their tongues found each other in the darkness, slow at first, then increasingly urgent, mixing with saliva, biting at each other’s lips between gasps, while her hand found the bulge under his jeans again and stroked him through the fabric with growing pressure, sliding up and down along the full length, tracing the hard shape of his cock with her fingers.

—Ever since that afternoon I haven’t stopped imagining this moment —Camila whispered, pulling back just a few centimeters, a half smile on her face. —How many times I’ve shoved my fingers into my cunt thinking about your cock, cousin. You have no idea.

Tomás stroked her cheek with his thumb and she bit the pad of his thumb. Whatever resistance he had left had evaporated.

—Then stop imagining it —he said, his voice hoarse.

She lowered the zipper slowly, savoring the metallic sound in the cabin’s silence, tooth by tooth. Tomás let himself sink back against the seat, unable to do anything but watch her. The white fabric of his underwear showed through the opening, taut over his erection, and Camila’s fingers slipped inside to stroke him skin to skin, wrapping her warm palm around the head and sending a shiver all the way up his back. She squeezed the base with her fist and pumped twice, testing the thickness, and a thread of pre-cum dampened her thumb.

—Fuck, look at you —she murmured, sucking her finger with her eyes closed. —And you taste good too.

—I see you’re still not completely convinced —she added, looking at the cock standing hard against his belly. —That can be fixed.

She slid off the seat and fell to her knees between her cousin’s spread legs, on the dirty floor of the cabin. She yanked his jeans and underwear down in one pull until his cock was completely freed, bouncing hard against his stomach. His balls hung taut, and Camila weighed them for a moment in her free hand while she held still, watching him in the dim light with parted lips.

—It’s enormous —she said, and her voice cracked a little. —It won’t even fit all the way in my mouth.

—I thought you were very hungry —Tomás replied, and slid his hand over the back of her neck, gently pushing her down.

Camila bit her lip and the gleam returned to her eyes just before she tilted her head. She stuck out her tongue and licked his balls first, from bottom to top, one and then the other, taking them into her mouth in turn and sucking them until Tomás jolted. She moved up the thick vein running from the shaft to the tip, tracing it with the flat of her tongue, and when she reached the head she wrapped it completely with her lips, sealing it inside her hot mouth. The first wet touch made Tomás let out a stifled groan against the glass.

She began circling him slowly, never taking her eyes off his face, recording every expression of pleasure as if it were a trophy she meant to claim at her own pace. She ran her tongue over the frenulum, closed her lips in a ring just below the crown, and went down centimeter by centimeter until she started to gag, letting saliva spill from the corners of her mouth and drip over his balls. Then she came back up, took a breath, and sank down again.

—Look at me while I suck your cock —she whispered, her voice thick, spitting over his shaft and rubbing the saliva in with her fist. —I want you to see your cousin take your dick all the way down her throat.

The pads of her fingers played below, massaging his balls, tugging them, while her tongue kept up its patient work. Suddenly she let out a low laugh and took him halfway in, setting a rhythm that went back and forth, going deeper each time, making obscene throat sounds whenever she gagged. The whole cabin swayed with her movements, suspended high above the Ferris wheel like an iron cage on the verge of giving in.

Tomás clutched the edge of the seat with one hand and tangled the fingers of the other in his cousin’s brown hair, closing his fist at the nape of her neck. His hips began to meet her with small thrusts at first, restrained, pushing his cock against the back of her throat, and she took it without complaint, choking for a moment and then sinking down again, eyes watering and mascara streaking down her cheeks. Pleasure built at the base of his spine like a storm about to break.

—Don’t stop —he gasped. —Fuck, don’t stop, like that, suck me like that.

Camila had no intention of doing so. She pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet sound and slapped it twice against her own tongue, laughing softly. She licked the full length with long strokes, lingered below with quick, precise licks over his balls, took them into her mouth again, and then rose back up to swallow him once more in the warm darkness of her mouth, this time setting a brutal, steady rhythm, going up and down with her fist coordinated with her lips.

—I’m going to come —Tomás growled. —Camila, I’m coming now…

—In my mouth —she ordered, holding his cock in her fist. —All of it. Don’t waste a single drop.

When she felt him tense up completely, she sped up mercilessly, taking him to the hilt and pumping his balls with her free hand, determined to drive him all the way over the edge.

Tomás came with a muffled groan, biting his fist so he wouldn’t shout and give them away to the cabin next door. He unloaded shot after shot of semen into the back of her mouth, and Camila took it all without pulling away, swallowing slowly, moaning each time she did, her throat working against the head. When she finished, she took him out of her mouth and stuck out her tongue to show him the last white traces on it before swallowing those too. Then she wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand and gave him a feline smile, her lips swollen and shiny.

—That’s the best thing I’ve tasted in a long time —she said. —And what a load you had stored up, cousin. It must have been in there wanting out for ages.

—We still have the rest of the weekend —he replied, trying to catch his breath.

She only looked at him with blazing eyes while Tomás yanked his zipper up with clumsy fingers.

***

—Look at how you’ve gotten your knees all dirty —he exclaimed, noticing for the first time the grease stains crossing her jeans. —The floor of this thing is disgusting.

He pulled a tissue from his pocket and started wiping away the dirt with a slowness that had little to do with innocence, his fingers lingering longer than necessary over the taut fabric on her thighs, moving up toward her crotch. When he looked up to toss the tissue away, he discovered the jeans were wet in a very different place, a dark stain spread right between her legs.

—And this needs fixing too —he said quietly, pressing two fingers against the dampness and feeling it warm even through the jeans. —You’re soaked, cousin. Sucking me off got you like this, huh?

—I’m dying —she panted. —Touch me already, for fuck’s sake.

Without giving him time for anything else, Camila undid the button on her pants herself and let the edge of a tiny soaked thong show. Tomás dragged her jeans down to her knees in one pull and the black fabric of the thong stuck to her cunt, outlining the swollen lips beneath. He leaned in and started kissing the edge of the fabric, over and over, biting it with his teeth, nudging it aside with his tongue, while his cousin trembled again, this time for a reason very different from cold. He slipped a finger underneath and sank it between the slippery folds, and Camila arched her back against the seat, stifling a moan with the palm of her hand.

—Fuck, cousin, don’t stop —she whispered. —Eat me out, put your tongue in me, whatever…

But just as he started to go down and pull her thong aside completely, the cabin lights came on all at once and the Ferris wheel gears screeched as they started moving again. The breakdown was fixed.

Tomás immediately leaned back against the seat with a crooked smile, sucking the wet finger without taking his eyes off her.

—We’d better save the change of clothes for when we get home, little cousin.

He winked and watched the park floor slowly draw nearer again, turn by turn.

—Don’t you dare leave me hanging —she protested, reluctantly pulling her jeans back up with her cunt throbbing and her thong a mess. —You owe me a fuck at the very least.

—Two —Tomás replied, and for once in his life he didn’t care at all that his cousin had come to spend the weekend.

Camila pressed her forehead to the glass and looked toward the park lights, already calculating in which fitting room, in which secluded corner, in which dark nook she could spread her legs for her cousin to drive his cock all the way in and pay her back with interest for what the Ferris wheel had interrupted. They had the whole night ahead of them, and summer had only just begun.