My Sister Came Back from Málaga and Everything Changed That Afternoon

Two weeks had passed since that night with my sister Sofía and her husband, and I couldn't stop thinking about her. Not him. Her. About the way she'd looked at me when I kissed her neck for the first time, as if she'd discovered something she'd been silently waiting for years.

That morning, while I was having breakfast alone in the kitchen, I decided to call her. Daniel was away in Scotland for work and wouldn't be back for another three weeks. Sofía had returned the previous afternoon from Málaga, a whirlwind trip to finalize some paperwork concerning our parents' inheritance. I knew she was home alone, and I also knew I was going to call her even before I got out of bed.

I picked up my phone and dialed.

—Hi, sis —she answered right away.

—How was the trip?

—Quick. Tiring. But I'm back now. What brings on such an early call?

—I was thinking of going downtown to do some shopping, and since Daniel's away, it occurred to me that you could come with me. It's been a while since you and I have gone out alone together.

There was a brief silence. Barely half a second, but enough for me to notice.

—Of course —she said at last—. I'll get ready and head over to your place.

—I'll be waiting, sweetheart.

I hung up and stood there for a moment, staring at the dark screen. I'd called her sweetheart without thinking, just like we had when we were little. I poured myself another coffee, went upstairs to change, and chose a short skirt and a yellow blouse I knew suited me. I didn't want to ask myself why I was dressing up so much for my own sister. Or why I'd put on black lace panties instead of my everyday underwear.

***

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, Sofía was standing on the landing in tight-fitting jeans, a white shirt, and a light jacket. Her hair was tied back in a low ponytail, and she wore no makeup, as if she'd just stepped out to buy bread. Even so, I couldn't stop looking at her.

She kissed my cheek and walked in without waiting for an invitation, as she always did.

—You look gorgeous —she said, giving me an up-and-down look with a smile that wasn't entirely innocent.

—Let's go before downtown gets crowded —I replied, hurrying toward the elevator so she wouldn't see my face.

We spent four hours wandering around the shopping center. We bought some clothes, looked at shoes, and had coffee on the terrace of an Italian café. We talked about our mother, the garden Sofía was fixing up, and a book she'd started that she wasn't really enjoying. Everything except that night.

But the night was there, sitting between us. I noticed it every time she brushed my arm while handing me something, every time she bit her lip while trying on a blouse in the mirror, every time she laughed a little louder than necessary. In a changing room, she reached a hand through the curtain to pass me another size, and her fingers brushed my bare breast. Neither of us said anything. My nipples were hard before I finished getting dressed.

***

When we got back home, I left the bags in the entryway and asked her to make herself comfortable in the living room.

—I'm going to prepare something to snack on —I said—. You haven't told me whether you've eaten.

—Not much —she answered from the sofa—. Something light would be nice.

I came back with two glasses, a bottle of chilled white wine, and a board with ham, cured cheese, and some nuts. I sat in the armchair opposite her, not beside her. I still didn't dare.

We toasted without saying anything specific. To the trip, to the afternoon, to us. She took off her sneakers, tucked her legs onto the sofa, and looked at me over the rim of her glass with the same intensity she'd shown all afternoon.

—Do you ever think about that night? —she finally asked.

My breath caught for a moment. I swallowed the sip of wine more slowly than necessary.

—More than I should —I admitted.

—Me too.

We fell silent. The clock in the entryway could be heard in the distance. Sofía set her glass on the coffee table and stood up. She crossed the two meters separating us and sat on the arm of my chair. She smelled of that citrus perfume she always wore, now mixed with the scent of her skin.

—Daniel wasn't thinking about me that night —she said softly, almost in my ear—. He was thinking about both of us. But I was only looking at you. When he fucked me, I closed my eyes and thought about your mouth on my pussy. I came inside and thought about you.

I leaned toward her ever so slightly, and that was enough. Sofía lowered her head and kissed me on the lips, slowly, without opening them. A brief kiss. Then she leaned back and waited, holding her breath.

—Forgive me, I don't know wh—

I didn't let her finish. I grabbed her by the nape and kissed her myself, seriously this time. I opened her lips with mine and found her tongue. She let out a small sigh that I felt in my mouth before I heard it.

We stayed like that, kissing unhurriedly, while I slid my hand along her thigh over her jeans. I moved up to her crotch and pressed the seam with my palm, right where I could already feel the heat. Sofía parted her legs by barely a centimeter, just enough to let me know she wanted more. I brushed my fingers over her neck and undid the first button of her shirt without stopping the kiss. She undid the second one herself. When I slipped my hand inside and pinched one of her nipples through her bra, she moaned into my mouth and bit my lip.

—Not here —she murmured against my mouth—. Upstairs. Fuck me upstairs.

***

We went up the stairs without letting go of each other's hands. On the landing, she pressed me against the wall and kissed me again, biting my lower lip and grinding her hip against mine. She slipped a hand under my skirt, found my panties, and ran two fingers over the fabric. I was already soaked. She smiled against my mouth when she felt it.

—Look at you —she whispered—. And I haven't even touched you yet.

—Then touch me already.

I pushed the bedroom door open with my back. Inside, the blinds were halfway down, and the afternoon light fell in warm stripes across the bed. Sofía began unbuttoning my shirt with clumsy fingers. I pulled her jacket off her shoulders, slipped it down her arms, and let it fall to the floor. I unbuttoned her jeans and lowered them over her hips until she finished taking them off herself. I held her face in both hands and looked at her.

—If we stop now, we'll never do this again —I told her.

—I don't want to stop. I want you to eat my pussy until I can't walk.

Hearing her say that word in that voice tightened something inside me. I finished undressing her slowly, one garment at a time. I unclasped her bra from behind and watched her small, firm breasts fall free, the same weight they'd always had. I pulled her panties down to her knees in front of her, and when I reached that level, I ran my tongue over her stomach, just above her pubic bone. She grabbed my hair and moaned.

Sofía had always been more reserved than I was; even as children, she would change with her back to me in the bedroom we shared. Seeing her there, standing naked in front of me, breathing hard, her nipples taut and her shaved pussy gleaming between her thighs, was something I hadn't fully imagined even in my best memories of that night with Daniel.

I took off my skirt and shirt. She came closer and carefully lowered my black panties, almost reverently. When I straightened up, she stared at my sex, then smiled a little.

—Did you shave it differently? —she asked.

—A heart —I said—. Daniel didn't even notice it the other night.

—I noticed. It made my mouth water.

We fell onto the bed, with her underneath. I kissed her neck, her collarbones, her breasts. I took one nipple between my lips and held it there, sucking it and gently tugging it with my teeth, while I pinched the other one with my free hand. Sofía arched her back and dug her nails into my shoulder. I moved to the other breast and did the same, harder this time, until she began thrusting her hips against the air.

—Don't make me wait as long as you did that night —she pleaded—. Get your tongue down there already.

I moved down her stomach, kissing her all the way, biting her hip lightly when I reached it. I spread her thighs with both hands and spent a second looking at her open pussy in front of my face. Her lips were shiny and swollen, and a string of wetness hung between them. I ran my whole tongue from bottom to top, slowly, licking her from the entrance to the clitoris, and felt her suddenly tremble.

—Fuck —she let out—, fuck, Marina.

I circled her clitoris with the tip of my tongue without pressing yet, drawing slow circles while I slid my hands up her waist and caressed her breasts from underneath. Then I sealed my lips around it and sucked it whole, the way you suck a ripe fruit. She let out a cry that she half swallowed by biting the back of her hand.

—Marina —she whispered, as if she needed to remind herself who she was speaking to—, keep going, don't stop, please.

I slipped two fingers inside her slowly. She was incredibly tight and hot, and I felt her contracting inside every time I ran my tongue over her clitoris. I found that inner spot that swelled when touched, that roughness just behind the bone, and began moving my fingers in a slow rhythm, curling them upward, toward me, while I kept sucking and licking without stopping.

Sofía moaned softly, trying to hold herself back at first, until she stopped trying. She started saying filthy things between gasps, things I'd never heard her say. Telling me to fuck her with my fingers, to eat her whole pussy, that she was going to come in my mouth. She pressed my head against her sex with both hands, and her thighs closed around my shoulders. I added a third finger and sped up. She writhed and struck the mattress with her heel.

—I'm coming, I'm coming —she gasped—, I'm coming in your fucking mouth.

She came in a long, rippling shudder, squeezing my fingers inside her with spasms that traveled all the way to my wrist. I kept licking her as I slowed down, gentler now, until she went limp. When I pulled my fingers out, my whole hand was glistening and my chin was soaked. I moved slowly up her body and kissed her on the mouth so she could taste herself. She returned the kiss with a new intensity, sucking my tongue and licking my lips, as if she'd just understood that yes, it had really happened and she wouldn't be able to go back.

—I taste like me —she murmured against my mouth, half laughing—. I taste amazing.

—You taste amazing —I confirmed.

—Now me —she said, gently pushing me down so I would lie back.

***

She took her time coming down. She kissed every inch of me, unhurriedly, almost reverently. She sucked my nipples one after the other, bit my ribs, and ran her tongue over my navel. When she reached my sex, she didn't dive in. She licked the insides of my thighs first, blew against my wet skin, and kissed above my shaved heart as if signing something. She opened my pussy lips with two fingers and stared at me there, so close that I could feel her hot breath.

—You've got it so pretty —she said softly, almost to herself—. Now I understand why Daniel can't keep his eyes off it.

I was on the verge of begging her when she finally ran her whole tongue over me. I exhaled sharply and grabbed her hair with both hands.

—Like that —I told her—, keep doing that, please.

She learned quickly. She found the rhythm within minutes and didn't let it go. She began by licking me from bottom to top, her tongue long and flat, then focused on my clitoris with the tip, sucking it and releasing it, tugging slightly with her lips. When she slipped two fingers inside me while continuing with her mouth, a cry escaped me. She curled them the way I'd curled mine for her and found the spot on the first try.

—There, there, don't move from there —I gasped—, put another one in me.

She inserted a third. I felt everything stretch inside, and pleasure shot up through my stomach. I'd spent two weeks thinking about this, and my body needed no further foreplay. I thrust my hips against her face, against her fingers, without the slightest shame.

—I'm going to come —I warned her—, I'm going to come in your mouth, don't stop.

She didn't stop. She sucked harder and fucked me with her fingers faster, and my orgasm hit me in a wave that made me scream louder than I'd intended, clutching her hair, my thighs closing against her cheeks. Sofía didn't pull away. She stayed with me until the end, slowly licking through my spasms, sucking my hypersensitive clitoris until she made me shudder again in an aftershock, until my body finally stopped trembling altogether.

Then she came up and lay beside me, her head on my shoulder and her mouth still glistening. I stroked her hair. We were both breathing as if we'd been running.

—I want to try something —I said after a while.

—What?

—What we did at the end with Daniel, but without him. Your pussy against mine.

Sofía smiled against my neck and nodded.

We positioned ourselves crosswise on the bed, one leg over and one leg under, until our sexes met. The first time they rubbed together, we both made the same sound, something between a moan and a laugh. We were both soaked, and the skin-on-skin contact, clitoris against clitoris, drew a sharp gasp from me that I hadn't expected. Sofía grabbed my hip and began moving slowly, searching for the angle. I helped her with my hand, adjusting my position and pressing myself against her until our two pussies were locked together.

—Fuck, you're so slippery —she gasped.

—Move, don't stop.

It was difficult to find a rhythm, but once we did, we didn't want to stop. I brought my hands to her breasts and pinched her nipples in time with our thrusts. She grabbed one of my thighs and braced herself better, pushing with her hips harder and harder. We started slowly and gradually sped up, looking into each other's eyes almost the entire time, as if we needed to make sure the other was still there. The wet slapping between us was obscene and beautiful at the same time.

—Don't stop —I told her—, give it to me harder.

—You neither. Fuck me like this, sis, fuck my pussy with yours.

That word in her mouth finally shattered me from the inside. I pushed harder and faster, my fingers digging into her thigh. She threw her head back, and I saw her stretched throat, her breasts moving with every thrust. Our two clitorises rubbed together with each thrust, and I felt the buildup gathering again, deeper this time, farther inside.

This time we came almost together, one right after the other, separated by seconds. She came first, with a guttural moan that rose from deep inside her. I followed, pressing myself against her pussy through the last spasm, using her trembling to finish coming against her. Then we lay still, looking at each other, our legs still tangled, our sexes pressed together and hot, our breathing uneven. Sofía's cheeks were flushed, and a strand of hair clung to her forehead. I brushed it aside with one finger.

***

Later, we showered together without touching each other that way again, merely soaping each other's backs and laughing softly, as if we were once more the two little girls who shared a room. Although when I ran the sponge over her ass, I lingered a little longer than necessary, and she pushed her hips back. We both laughed and left it at that. For now.

I lent her clean underwear and one of my T-shirts. We went downstairs to the kitchen, and I made coffee. Sofía sat on the island stool, legs crossed, wearing the T-shirt without a bra, her nipples showing beneath the fabric, and watched me pour it.

—And now what? —she asked.

—Now you drink your coffee.

—You know what I mean.

I handed her the mug and leaned against the counter opposite her, my elbows resting on it. I looked at her for a moment before answering.

—Now we pretend this wasn't the last time —I said.

She nodded slowly, without smiling, but with her eyes shining a little more than they should have. She raised the mug to her lips and drank in silence.

When she left, she kissed me on the mouth at the door. Short, almost chaste, but a kiss on the mouth.

—Sweetheart —I told her before closing the door—, it's been a pleasure fucking you again.

She laughed softly and went down the building's stairs without looking back. I closed the door, leaned against it for a second with my eyes closed, still feeling her between my thighs, and knew I would call her again before the week was over.