My Niece Stayed Over, and It All Happened in the Shower

It was barely seven in the morning when the doorbell started ringing nonstop. I had just gotten up and Sebastián, my son, was still in the downstairs shower getting ready for university. I went downstairs barefoot, still tying my robe, and when I opened the door I found my sister-in-law Lorena and my niece Camila on the doorstep, with two huge suitcases at their feet.

—Marina, forgive the hour —Lorena said, hugging me with that plastic cordiality she always had.

—What are you doing here so early? Come in, come in.

I let them in and closed the door. Camila barely lifted her eyes from the floor to greet me. The last time I had seen her she must have been about fourteen; now, at nineteen just turned, she was a different person. Tall, very pale-skinned, with brown hair loose over her shoulders and a body that overflowed beneath a too-small red blouse. Her breasts filled the fabric to the last centimeter, and a padded bra pushed them even higher.

I showed them into the living room and went to pour them some water. While I was in the kitchen, I remembered, too late, that Sebastián had the habit of coming out of the bathroom naked or wearing only a towel. We had lived alone since my divorce and he had gotten used to moving around the house without any shame. I had never told anyone in the family that detail.

Just as I came back with the glasses, I heard the bathroom door open. Sebastián walked down the hall completely naked, still with drops of water running down his chest, and only noticed the visit when he was already at the living room. Lorena let out a muffled yelp. Camila covered her mouth with her hand, but I caught sight of her eyes dropping straight to my son’s cock, hanging heavy between his thighs, thick even at rest, before she looked away with burning cheeks.

—Mom! —Sebastián covered himself as best he could with his hands and ran back to his room.

—Sorry, sister-in-law, he’s used to moving around like that. It’s just him and me in the house —I said with a nervous smile.

—Don’t worry, Marina. He’s a man now. How he grew... the last time he was a boy.

Camila’s cheeks were red as tomatoes. She said nothing. She just stared fixedly at the glass of water, and I noticed she was breathing a little faster, with her nipples showing through her blouse. Lorena, on the other hand, fanned herself with her hand and changed the subject, talking about the heat.

—Well, I’ll tell you why we’re here. Your brother and I are leaving on a work trip for two weeks and we can’t take Camila with us. Can you keep her?

I stayed silent for a second. My brother had helped me a lot during the divorce, so refusing was out of the question. Besides, seeing Camila there, sitting on my sofa with that lamb-like face, softened me.

—Of course. Stay as long as you want, my love.

—Thank you, Marina, you have no idea what a favor you’re doing me! Camila already finished high school and still hasn’t started university, so you can tell her to do whatever you want. She’ll obey you, right, daughter?

—Yes, Mom —Camila answered in a barely audible voice.

Lorena said goodbye with a kiss in the air and left before I could offer her a coffee. I heard her start the car and drive away. Camila was still standing in the middle of the living room with the two suitcases at her feet, not knowing where to put herself.

—Come on, I’ll show you your room. Did you have breakfast?

—No, we drove all night.

—I’ll make you something. I’ll make something for your cousin too while I’m at it.

Sebastián came out of his room dressed, still red-faced from the incident. When he saw Camila in the kitchen he went over and kissed her on the cheek.

—Sorry about earlier, cousin. I swear I didn’t know you were here.

—It’s okay —she murmured, looking down at her hands.

But I knew her, even though I hadn’t seen her in years. I remembered how she used to follow Sebastián around everywhere when they were children. That look with which she was now following him around the kitchen was the same as then, only she wasn’t a child anymore. Sebastián looked at her differently too, without even trying to hide it; his eyes kept going to her tits every time she bent down. They ate together, chatting about nonsense while I finished making the coffee, and when he left for university, Camila stayed with me.

***

We spent the whole morning tidying the house. I told her it wasn’t necessary, but she insisted on helping, and the two of us ended up drenched in sweat moving furniture and cleaning the floors. By noon, my T-shirt was clinging to my body and Camila’s curls had gone matted at the nape of her neck.

—We’re a mess —I said, laughing—. You shower first.

—You go, auntie. I’ll wait.

I looked at her for a second. Her red blouse was going translucent from the sweat, and her black bra showed clearly through it. Something, I don’t know what, led me to say what I said next.

—Better let’s get in together. The bathroom’s big anyway and that way we won’t waste time. Didn’t you shower with your classmates at the school gym?

—Yes, but...

—But what, my love? It’s just water.

She kept looking at me for a few seconds. I couldn’t have said what she was searching for on my face, or what she found. She nodded.

I went upstairs with her to the door of the large downstairs bathroom and told her to take out a clean change of clothes from her suitcase. While I waited, I took off my clothes and left them in the hamper. For months something had changed in me. After the divorce I started looking at women differently, noticing things I had never paid attention to before. Camila, with her newly blossomed body and that shyness that never quite managed to hide what she was thinking, had pressed her finger right on that new spot. I had already touched myself several nights thinking about a young cunt, tight, virgin, and now I had one under my roof.

She came to the bathroom with the clean clothes in her hand and left them on the toilet lid. She wasn’t looking at me. She started unbuttoning her blouse very slowly, as if expecting me to turn around. I didn’t.

—Relax, I’m a nurse. I’ve seen a thousand bodies in the hospital. You don’t need to be embarrassed with me.

That seemed to help her. She took off her blouse, then her shorts. She was left in black lace underwear, lingerie she clearly hadn’t chosen with the idea that her aunt would see it. Her breasts were high and round, with pink nipples showing through the fabric. When she took off her bra, I saw them tremble slightly with the movement, two white tits crowned by small, stiff nipples that made me swallow. She closed her eyes to pull down her thong, as if that way she could pretend not to be there. When the lace fell to the floor I stared at her cunt: almost hairless, with only a tiny strip of brown hair trimmed above the pubis, and the lips small, closed, pink, still untouched.

—You’re beautiful, Camila —I said, and it wasn’t a lie or a strategy. I said it because it came out of me.

She smiled shyly and got under the shower with me. Hot water fell over both of us and steam began to fill the bathroom. My own tits, heavier than hers, brushed against her arm by accident and I felt her shiver all over.

—My love, did your mom ever take you to the gynecologist?

—No, never. You know how she is.

—A girl your age should already be going. I can check you myself, if you want. It’s quick. It’s the same thing the doctor does, just privately.

—Here?

—Here. So you won’t be embarrassed later with a stranger.

She nodded. I ran the soapy sponge over her shoulders, over her back, and brought it forward to her breasts. I began to feel them gently, in circles, just as they had taught me in university. But it wasn’t a clinical exam and we both knew it. Her nipples hardened under my fingers almost at once, two hard little points I barely pinched between my index finger and thumb. She bit her lip and arched her back to push more tit into my hand.

—Do you feel anything strange? —I asked, without stopping touching her.

—No... I don’t know. It feels good, auntie.

—Yeah? Tell me what it feels like.

—Like... like currents. Down here too.

I moved behind her. My tits flattened against her back and the water ran down both of us at once. I kept kneading her breasts from behind, now more slowly, feeling her breath go in and out. I brushed her nipples with my fingertips, pinched them, stretched them slowly, and she let out a long, held-back moan. I slid one hand down her flat stomach to that almost hairless pubis and ran my finger between the lips of her cunt for the first time. It was hot and slippery, and it wasn’t the water. I smiled against her neck.

—Auntie...

—Shh. It’s okay. We’re alone. Open your legs a little for me, my love.

Camila obeyed like a little girl. I found her clit with my fingertip, at the tip of the vulva, and as soon as I touched it she jerked and pressed herself all against my body. I rubbed it in slow circles, feeling it swell under my finger, while with the other hand I kept squeezing one breast. She didn’t know what to do with her hands; she clutched my thighs, the edge of the shower, my thighs again.

—Oh, auntie, oh...

—Do you like it? Say it.

—I like it. I like it a lot.

I kissed her neck slowly, then bit her shoulder, and waited. She didn’t pull away. On the contrary, she tilted her head back and came looking for my mouth over her shoulder. I kissed her with my tongue inside, without holding back, while my fingers kept playing with her swollen clit. That was all I needed to know.

***

We sat down together on the shower floor, with the water falling over us. I opened her legs gently and asked if she wanted me to continue. She nodded without opening her eyes, her cunt already shining and open in front of my face.

—I’m going to do something called a pelvic exam. It’s to check the depth. Is that okay?

—Yes, auntie. Do whatever you want.

I wet my fingers well with her own wetness and slid my middle finger in slowly. She was tight in a way that made me moan myself. I felt her cunt close all around my finger, sucking it inward. I slid in a second finger and she clenched her teeth and gripped the edge of the floor with both hands.

—Does it hurt?

—A little. But I don’t want you to stop. Keep going, auntie, keep going.

—You never put anything in yourself, my love? Not even your own fingers?

—No. Never.

—Then you’re going to learn with me.

I started moving them patiently, in and out, listening to the wet sound her cunt made every time my fingers sank back to the bottom. With my thumb I found her clit up top and started rubbing it at the same time. Camila spread her legs wider on her own, offered herself completely, and I took advantage of that to curl my fingers inside and search for that rough little spot women have on the front wall. When I found it, she jolted so sharply she almost hit her head against the wall.

—What was that?

—Your G-spot, my love. Remember it. It’s the thing that’s going to make you come like crazy.

I settled myself between her legs and lowered my face. I had never done this before, neither with her nor with any other woman, but something in me already knew exactly how. I opened the lips of her cunt with two fingers and ran my whole tongue from bottom to top, slowly, tasting her. She tasted different from what I had imagined, cleaner, sweeter, with a salty undertone that stuck to my mouth. I licked her again, this time finishing on the clit, sucking it with my lips closed. She lifted her hips off the floor to keep the rhythm. Her hands went to my head on their own and she held me against her cunt, pressing my face hard into her.

—Auntie, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.

—I’m not going to stop, my love. I’m going to eat you whole.

I buried my tongue inside her, curled it against her walls, pulled it out and went back to her clit. I licked it in circles, then up and down, then sucked it like it was a tiny nipple. At the same time I put my fingers back in and searched for her G-spot, pressing it from inside while my tongue punished her clit. Camila started moving her hips on her own, fucking herself against my face without realizing it, panting harder and harder.

—Oh, auntie, oh, I’m going to... I don’t know... something’s happening to me...

—Come, my love. Come in my mouth.

I kept licking her while I moved my fingers faster inside, searching for that spot every few seconds. Her breathing quickened until it was almost one continuous gasp. Her legs started trembling against my shoulders. I felt her get wetter, more swollen, tightening around my fingers in spasms, until suddenly her whole body arched and she let out a long cry, against her own fist, biting her knuckles so she wouldn’t scream louder. I felt a warm gush on my tongue, a thick flow that came out of her cunt with her orgasm and that I swallowed whole.

When she finished, she stayed slumped against the tiles breathing like she had just run a marathon. Her eyes were closed, her legs still open, and she had a smile I hadn’t seen all morning. Her cunt was still throbbing, contracting on its own, shining between her thighs.

—This... this had never happened to me —she said.

—It was your first time, right? You’d never come before?

She nodded without opening her eyes.

—It’s the first time for everything, auntie. I just came for the first time in my life, and you made me do it.

I leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. At first she kissed me back awkwardly, then hungrily, and she didn’t care about tasting herself on my tongue. Her tongue found mine and we stayed like that, wrapped around each other under the water, for much longer than would have been reasonable. While I kissed her I grabbed one tit and squeezed it hard; she slipped a shy hand between my legs and felt my cunt for the first time. I was soaked, much more than she was. I guided her fingers, closed them over my clit, showed her how to move them.

—Like this, auntie?

—Like this, my love. Learn it well. You’re going to have to do this for me many times.

—Are we going to be able to do this again? —she asked, without stopping rubbing me.

—We’ve got two weeks, my love. We’re going to fuck every day. I’m going to teach you everything. How to lick a cunt, how to finger it, how to ride a face. Everything.

She smiled and curled up against my chest, sucking one of my nipples like it was the most natural thing in the world. I ran my hand through her wet hair. I was already thinking about all the things I wanted to teach her, about everything that was just beginning for her, when we heard the front door open and quick footsteps in the living room.

—Mom? Camila? —Sebastián shouted from the hallway.

The two of us looked at each other, frozen.

—Classes got canceled. I came to get my backpack to go to the library —he said, closer now, almost at the bathroom door.

—Don’t come in! —I shouted.

Too late. The door wasn’t locked. Sebastián pushed it open, thinking something had happened to us. And there he saw us, both of us naked, hugging on the shower floor, with the curtain open and the water falling over us, with his cousin’s mouth still stuck to my nipple and my fingers between her legs. He stood frozen in the doorway with his eyes wide, and in the bulge of his pants his cock began to show, growing hard, impossible to hide.

Camila let out a scream and covered herself as best she could with her arms. I yanked the curtain shut and shouted for him to go, but I caught a perfect glimpse of the slow smile that formed on his mouth before he closed the door behind him, and the hand he ran over the bulge without the slightest attempt to hide it.

—Auntie... —Camila whispered, white as paper—. He saw us.

—Yes, my love. He saw us.

—What are we going to do?

I looked at her, my heart still pounding in my chest and my cunt throbbing between my legs. Sebastián was my son, yes. But he was also a twenty-one-year-old guy with a huge cock who had just seen his cousin and his mother naked, hugging, fucking under the water. And I knew that smile.

—For now, let’s finish showering. Then we’ll see.

Camila looked at me for a long second. Then she laughed softly, a nervous laugh that ended in something else.

—Auntie... this is getting more complicated, isn’t it?

—A lot more, my love. A lot more.

I kissed her forehead, bit one nipple slowly, and turned on the cold water.