Cousins

When Damián closed the door and left on a trip, Mariela already knew that a whole week alone with Rodrigo would change everything between them.

I found an old photo tucked away in a drawer, and all at once I knew exactly what I wanted to ask each of them for that vacation.

I was always a man of soccer and conquests, until the first thong brushed my shaved skin and I understood there was no going back.

She came out of the bathroom in lingerie, posed in front of me, and asked how hot she was on a scale of one to ten. I already knew where that night would end.

I thought nobody had seen me that afternoon at my grandfather’s house. I was wrong: there were a pair of eyes behind the door, and they took fifteen years to speak.

When I ran into him on that beach after three years without seeing each other, he was no longer the boy who used to throw sand in my hair. Something in his look told me this wasn’t going to end well.

I went downstairs looking for Mateo and Ricardo, and what I found behind the half-open door left me rooted to the hallway floor, breathless and unable to look away.

I thought we were only going up to the pine grove to eat omelet and drink red wine. I never imagined my cousin would ask me to touch her among the trees that afternoon.

I thought it was a secret date with my girlfriend’s cousin. What I didn’t know was that the phone beside the bed was streaming everything live.

No one in the family imagined what happened between Lucía and me when the lights went out and we disappeared for a weekend in some downtown hotel.

She was 20 and had never had a real orgasm. That sticky January night, with half a bottle of rosé, my French cousin decided it was time.

At eighteen I thought I’d seen everything, until my cousin pulled the blinds, put on that movie, and started touching herself without taking her eyes off me.

Five cousins, one friend, and a secluded sauna. That send-off was going to start in a jacuzzi with two mouths taking turns on my cock and end at dawn.

We were alone that March siesta, and she was still in her uniform. I don’t know how we went from tickling on the sofa to something else.

I’d been staring at her without hiding it for two hours, and she knew it. When she asked me to go up to the third floor for garlands, I knew that Christmas wasn’t going to be like the others.

That summer we rented the same little house as always, and she got out of the car with a new smile. My cousin. Forbidden. And yet, everything I wanted.

We’d spent the whole wedding exchanging looks. When he whispered that he wanted to show me something, I thought it was a joke. It wasn’t.

Twenty years old, zero experience, and a cousin who looked at him as if she knew exactly what was on his mind. The summer was going to be long.

Diego looked at me before turning off the engine. We both knew what it meant if I invited him up. Even so, I opened the car door.

I massaged him after the beach, without thinking. I felt his erection under his trunks and knew that summer wouldn’t end like the others.