The Night I Shared a Bed with My Brother-in-Law

—Ave Maria Purisima —said a voice from the other side of the lattice. Younger than I’d expected.

—Bless me, Father, for I have sinned —I replied, making the sign of the cross and making sure the curtain was completely closed. Not a crack. —It’s been almost a month since my last confession.

I fell silent. The words were still stuck somewhere between my head and my mouth.

—My son, what do you wish to confess?

—Father... are all sins forgivable?

—That’s a difficult question without context. You sound nervous. Do you think you’ve done something serious?

—Yes, Father. Very serious.

—The short answer is yes. All sins can be forgiven, but the repentance must be sincere and you must make an act of contrition. Are you willing?

—That... I don’t know yet, Father. It depends on what you tell me when you’ve heard everything.

A brief silence. Then:

—Tell me what you want to confess, and we’ll look at it together. All right?

There was understanding in his words. I imagined a priest must have heard everything, but mine was different. Mine was worse.

—This past week... my in-laws invited us to their village in Galicia for Holy Week. A small village, with a very beautiful procession, Father. With hooded penitents and everything. They invited me and my fiancée, and also my sister-in-law and her boyfriend.

—I understand.

—We arrived Wednesday night. It had taken us twice as long as planned because of the rain. By the time we finally got there, only my mother-in-law was waiting for us. A breaded steak and some potatoes that had been reheating for hours. Forgive me, Father, I’ve just sinned: I have a lot of complaints about my mother-in-law. But she’s a good woman. We ate quickly, we were exhausted. And then she told us, as expected, that my fiancée Lucía and I couldn’t sleep in the same room. We’re getting married in August, and until then, nothing.

—Of course.

—Anyway, since there were only two rooms, the sisters would sleep together and I would be with my sister-in-law’s boyfriend. His name’s something else, Father, but I’ll call him Axel. I went in quietly because he was already asleep. It was a tiny room, with a bed pushed against the wall to make some space. I got undressed in the dark, put on my pajamas as best I could, and got into bed with a stranger. You should have seen how small the room was, Father. You should have seen it.

—I understand.

—There was a little moonlight coming in through the window. I could see his profile. He was... easy on the eyes, Father. I don’t think it counts as a sin to look. I fell asleep looking at him.

—Well. Go on.

—In the middle of the night I felt him moving. He had to go to the bathroom, but between the bathroom and him there was me. He stepped over me. And that was when it happened, Father. That was when I noticed it.

—Noticed what?

—His cock, Father. It was hard and it brushed my hip over my pajamas. And it brushed mine too, Father. It lasted a second, but I felt like an electric current, a heat I didn’t know where it came from. I could feel the shape perfectly, the thickness, even the head pressing against my skin through the fabric. He went to the bathroom, I heard him urinating for a good while, came back, stepped over me again and went back to sleep. I lay there staring at the ceiling. Terrified. And with an erection that wouldn’t go down, Father. I confess. I had to clamp my thighs together and bite my lip not to touch myself.

—That’s a good sign, my son. That you restrained yourself, I mean.

—Maybe, Father. I don’t know. In the end I fell asleep, and by morning he was already gone. I showered, went down to the kitchen, and that’s where we were introduced. Everyone laughed that we’d slept together before meeting. I laughed with them but inside I was uneasy. Because the more I looked at him in daylight, the more handsome he seemed to me.

I paused. How to explain properly what I felt when I saw him face-to-face.

—His hair was almost white-blond, his skin dark from the sun, his eyes a very light green. His father is Norwegian, Father. That’s why he’s so tall. He swims, that’s why he’s so strong. And he’s very smart too: an architect, doing a master’s degree. And very charming, with jokes that even made my mother-in-law laugh. I couldn’t look him in the eye and everyone kept asking whether the cat had got my tongue.

—I see.

—I, Father, just so you can picture me, am ordinary. Dark hair, dark eyes. A typical Spaniard. I’m not short, I’ve got a bit of a belly, but strong arms. I’m a macho Spaniard —I laughed, but the priest did not join in.

—Go on, my son.

—Axel and my sister-in-law Nerea seemed very much in love. They kissed and hugged in front of everyone. Lucía and I have always made a point of showing a lot of respect at her parents’ house, so seeing them like that made me a little envious. Look, there’s another sin I hadn’t even realized.

—Envious of your sister-in-law?

—Of her, yes. And of him too, Father. I suppose.

***

—In the afternoon we went to the village pool. It was hot despite the time of year. Axel was wearing black swim trunks and, Father, he had the perfect torso: barely any hair, everything smooth, with that shoulder line swimmers get. When we were about to get in the water, he grabbed me from behind, like this, joking that he was going to throw me in. And I felt his whole body against mine. Everything. What he had in those trunks was considerable, Father, and even then it was half-mast. He drove his cock into my ass over the swim trunks, Father, and he didn’t pull away quickly. He left it there a couple of seconds longer than necessary, like he was testing me. I had to go back to the towel and lie face down for a good while. Because Father, mine isn’t exactly small either, and it would have shown clearly, the way it stood out hard against the lycra.

—I understand.

—Everyone kept saying I was acting really strange. The girls got into the water and Axel came to sit with me. I pretended to read a book. He started talking. He said he liked swimming without body hair, that he barely had any himself, and that he’d helped a lot of teammates shave. He asked if I’d ever shaved myself. I said no. He offered to help me. He said he had the equipment and everything. Looking at my crotch without the slightest attempt at discretion, he told me that a well-endowed guy like me looked even bigger without hair. I blushed right up to my ears.

—Yes.

—Father, at that moment I had an erection I was so ashamed of. That had never happened to me in my life. In the end the girls came back and we stayed with them until we went home for dinner. When my in-laws went to sleep, the two couples stayed up playing Monopoly. We’d opened a bottle of gift wine, Father. I don’t usually drink, so with three glasses I was already slurring my words. Axel laughed a lot with me. Our tongues loosened and the subject of virginity came up. Lucía and I said we were waiting until marriage. My sister-in-law said she was too. Axel said he was too, though he looked at me as he said it in a way that didn’t convince me.

—In what way?

—With a smile, Father. That smile he had. And under the table, Father, he rested his bare foot on my ankle. And he slowly slid it up my calf, over my knee, to the inside of my thigh. I changed the subject quickly and pulled my leg away. Before long I started nodding off and we decided to finish the game and go to bed.

***

—Axel took off his clothes as soon as he got into the bedroom, Father. Without the slightest shame. He pulled down his trousers, took off his underwear and stood completely naked in front of me. And I felt something I had never felt in my life: a heat that started in my chest and went straight down to my cock. He had a perfect body, tan all over except for the white mark from his trunks at the hip, and his cock, Father, was enormous. It hung soft but long, thick, with two big, shaved balls underneath. The foreskin covered almost all of the head.

—Size is neither here nor there, my son.

—Later it is, Father. I promise. Anyway, I watched him naked as he put on his underwear, calm as anything, holding his cock to settle it into the briefs, and I had to look away. My mouth watered, Father. I had never thought that about another man before. This time I got in on the side of the wall to have fewer temptations. I closed my eyes. With the wine in me, I fell asleep fairly quickly.

—Good.

—But I woke up in the middle of the night, Father. There was no way to go back to sleep. I was uncomfortable, couldn’t find a position. So I turned toward him. The night was warm and he had pushed almost the whole sheet aside. He was only wearing black briefs. I could see his chest, his stomach, his collarbone perfectly. He was breathing slowly, very peacefully. And I, Father, was only looking at one place. The black briefs and the huge bulge beneath them. The fabric stretched over the package, you could make out the line of his cock turned off to one side, almost to his hip. My mouth watered again.

—My son...

—I know, Father. Terrible. But it gets worse, I’m warning you. How many sins am I up to?

—The number doesn’t matter. Continue, continue.

—I reached out my hand, Father. Without thinking. I touched him over the fabric and he was hard as a rock. I don’t know what came over me, but I started stroking it slowly up and down over the briefs. I could feel every vein, every centimeter. I could feel it starting to swell even more under my fingers. He was breathing deeply. My heart was pounding at two hundred. I leaned in to smell him, buried my nose in the fabric of his underwear, and he smelled like a man, Father. Of clean sweat and skin. I didn’t want to wake him. And then something took hold of me, Father. I know I was going to ruin my life with Lucía, I know I wasn’t thinking, it was the wine maybe, I was seeing blurry. Very carefully I lifted the waistband of his underwear and pulled his cock out. It dropped heavily onto his stomach. It was beautiful —I swallowed— I mean...

—Don’t worry about the words, go on.

—It was beautiful, Father. Huge. It must have been at least twenty centimeters and very thick. It had a perfect foreskin that I slowly rolled up and down until the head came out pink and shining, and a drop of precum started to seep from the tip. I collected it with my thumb and spread that fluid all over the head like oil. It was so thick that, and I have big hands, I could barely get my hand all the way around it. With my other hand I took his balls, weighed them in my palm, stroked them carefully. I started jerking him off slowly, up and down, squeezing hard when I got to the base and easing off when I reached the head, the way I like it myself. I felt heat all through my body, my hair standing on end, my breathing ragged. I have always respected Lucía, Father, always. With her I’ve never gone past underwear. And now I had another man’s cock in my hand and I couldn’t stop. I had never felt anything like it.

—Go on, my son. Go on.

I kept moving my hand faster and faster. His cock shone from all the precum leaking out of it. I forgot they might hear us, I forgot everything. And all of a sudden, Father —I lowered my voice, almost a whisper— I felt something on the back of my neck.

—On the back of your neck?

—A pressure. His hand, Father. It scared the hell out of me, my heart stopped for a second. He was awake. Who knew for how long. But I couldn’t stop, I was possessed. And when I felt that hand gently pushing, drawing my head down toward his groin, I let myself go. I stuck out my tongue first, shyly, and licked the tip. I caught the precum and swallowed it. It tasted like salt, like nothing. Then I licked him from top to bottom, the whole shaft, like it was an ice cream. I licked his balls, one by one, I took them into my mouth. And then I finally took him in, Father. I opened my lips as wide as I could and put him in my mouth.

—You couldn’t... control yourself even a little —his breathing sounded strange. Heavier. I thought it was the anger at hearing all this.

—No, Father. I closed my eyes and let myself be carried away. I started sucking him from top to bottom, trying to take more and more even though it was hard. At first I gagged when I got to the base. I learned to breathe through my nose. I used my tongue to make circles around the head as I came back up, feeling the edge of the foreskin against my palate. I squeezed the base with my hand and worked the first ten centimeters with my mouth, saliva dripping down my chin, wetting his balls. His hand on my neck pulled me lower, demanding more. And his hips started moving, pushing into my throat, fucking my mouth slowly. I relaxed my jaw as much as I could and let him do it. I felt the head hitting the back of my throat and the gag reflex rising, but I forced myself not to pull away. When I managed to take him all the way to the base and felt his shaved pubes against my nose, I felt proud, Father. How shameful, proud of having put another man’s entire cock in my mouth.

—Go on...

—I went faster and faster. I sucked him with hunger, Father, with a hunger I didn’t know I had. Saliva was running down my chin and he used it to slide in easier. Suddenly his breathing got heavier and he started moaning softly and I panicked. I recovered a second of sanity and brought my free hand to his mouth to silence him, covering it hard. But he kept moving under me, pushing my head lower, fucking my mouth nonstop. And then I remembered, Father —shame cut off my voice.

—What, my son!? Continue!

—What happens when a man finishes. The semen. I worried my mother-in-law might find some evidence in the sheets of what her sons-in-law were doing. No evidence of sin. I pulled away for a moment to get air and kept jerking him off with my hand clenched tight, pulling the foreskin up and down as fast as I could, while with the other hand I kept covering his mouth. His cock was throbbing in my hand, I could feel it pulsing. And when his body suddenly tensed and his hips rose from the bed and I knew it was the moment, I took him back into my mouth, making a hollow with my lips, sealing it tight. My other hand was still over his mouth, feeling the hot breath of his muffled moans against my palm.

—I let him... come in there. The first spurt slammed into my palate so hard I nearly choked. It was a lot, Father. Four, five thick, hot spurts, one after another. I was very careful that none of it got out. Not a single drop, Father.

—Well done, my son —I heard him say, his voice a little strange.

—Well done?

—No, no, I mean... what I mean is I can imagine how hard it must be to tell these things. Go on.

—Of course, Father. So he unloaded all his semen in there, at the back of my mouth. It filled me completely, Father. I thought I wouldn’t like the taste, I was afraid I might vomit. But it was thick, warm, with a salty and slightly sweet taste. Not bad at all. I swallowed it all in two gulps, feeling it go down heavy through my throat. Then I ran my tongue over the head, cleaned the tip carefully, sucked the last drop left in the slit so no trace would remain. I tucked his cock, still hard and slick with spit, back into his underwear. I didn’t dare look at his face. I only heard him say in a very low, very rough voice: “You were right, brother-in-law, you really have a good one. Tomorrow it’s your turn.” And he turned over and went back to sleep. I lay staring at the ceiling until dawn, the taste of his semen still in my mouth and a rock-hard erection between my legs that I couldn’t do anything about for fear he’d wake up.

I heard a strange noise on the other side of the lattice. As if the priest had changed position.

—Is everything all right, Father?

—Yes... yes —he exhaled slowly.

—Father, can you see the gravity of all I’ve sinned? —The priest took a while to answer.

—God forgives everything if there is sincere repentance. Do you want me to tell you your penance?

—Penance? Father, I’ve barely even started. That was Thursday. I still have Friday, Saturday and Easter Sunday to tell you about.

Long silence on the other side.

—Take your time, my son —he said at last, his voice a little hoarse. —I’m in no hurry.