Forbidden

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.

I thought he was just as self-conscious as I was. Until he came out of the shower, dropped his towel half a meter away, and started drying himself as if nothing were wrong.

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

We’d worked together for months, texting until dawn. But that night, for the first time, she knocked on my door with a bag in her hand.

I thought it was just first aid. Until her fingers slid over my skin and stopped feeling like any mother’s should.

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.

From her sofa, Renata watched the four cameras in her parents’ home like a reality show. That afternoon, one screen showed her something impossible.

I put on a miniskirt and heels that Thursday when I had the house to myself. I was only going to flirt for a while. That’s what I told myself as he shut the camera room door behind us.

Rodrigo kept watching me every time I crossed the living room. I’d known for months, and that afternoon I decided it was time to collect a debt.

I recognized him the moment he spoke: he was the same man from the week before, the one with that enormous cock that left me barely able to walk for days.

Tomás watched her from the living room with a calm that was anything but innocent. Lorena knew it. And instead of ignoring him, she kept cooking without stepping away.

I had five university students who paid well and started missing class. The solution came when my wife walked into the study and they all forgot their derivatives.

Her trousers traced every curve as she crossed the courtyard under that May sun. Magdalena knew they were looking. What she didn’t know was what two of them were planning.

That night the three of us wore light clothes in front of the TV. I tried to hide what they were doing to me just by looking at them.

I’d spent months thinking about her, about her feet, about her mouth. The Halloween party gave us the night we’d both wanted without saying it out loud.

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.

I’d been burning up for an hour with Rodrigo not home. When I called the sex shop, I never imagined the clerk would show up at my door ten minutes later.

I knew what I wanted to do that night. I only needed darkness, silence, and the courage not to set myself any limits for even one moment.