Forbidden

When Camila came out of the room dressed as a devil with a trident in her hand, I knew we weren’t going to sleep virgins that night.

When I went up to the library to fetch some files, I didn’t expect my stepbrother’s hands on my waist as if he had every right to touch me.

I went down to the living room after midnight and found them both naked on the sofa. My mother turned her head, and there was no shame, only annoyance.

When I went barefoot to the kitchen at three in the morning, my son was already there shirtless, looking at me like a man, not a boy, and I knew I’d give in that night.

No one expected me to come back so soon. What I saw in that garage—my mother, shirtless, with her fists wrapped—could never be unseen.

Catalina came into the room at three in the morning, took off her dress without looking at me, and said she didn’t want to sleep alone in the cold.

I met him online when I was sixteen. Two years later, one August morning, he texted me that he was traveling to the capital and that it was my only chance to see him again.

When she asked me to find her men during the summer, I knew the trip to the coast would change us forever.

Marina had spent months being invisible to her husband. Her nephew looked at her the only way she needed to be looked at. That night, the cards made a decision.

Marcos never said anything without purpose. But that afternoon in the woods, every word he spoke was a line inviting me to cross with no way back.

When the door opened, I was still pressing his briefs to my face. He looked at me with a smile that wasn’t angry, but something much worse.

When she hung up the phone in tears, I knew she’d end up at my place that night. What I didn’t know then was how far we were both willing to go.

I sat down in front of him, took his hands, and started talking. I knew every word tied me more tightly to him, even if it hurt like a badly placed caress.

Four days remained until my father returned. Four nights to decide how to tell him his wife was sleeping in my arms in his own bed.

Andrés had spent years asking for more than she could give. That night, Lucía set the knife on the counter, looked at her son, and proposed something none of them would forget.

When Joaquín introduced us to his new partner, a blonde ten years older, I never imagined we’d end up breaking every limit in our family that very night.

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.

While Lucía prepared to receive her lover, her sister had another plan for the nephew: the attic boxes were only an excuse to begin.

I went upstairs with a stranger and, when the door closed, I knew my neighbor was already posted behind the curtain, ready to watch every detail.

At quarter to eleven I was already going down the stairs in my building. Before leaving I looked through the peephole, just in case I saw someone. The landing was empty. Better that way.