The Night My Cousin Locked the Door

My name is Mariana and, outside my close circle, I’m a shy girl. With people I trust, though, I loosen up right away. Physically I don’t stand out all that much: blonde, light eyes, a small nose, and two big breasts that I can’t even hold with one hand spread open. Almost everyone notices them before anything else, and I admit I like it. I especially like it when it’s my cousin Camila staring at them.

Camila is the opposite of me. Outgoing, quick-witted, able to make an entire table laugh and give advice as if she were ten years older. Everyone likes her and she likes everyone. And even so, with all the people she could have close to her, we’d been playing a silent game for years that no one else knew anything about.

Her parents brought her to our house every couple of months and she would sleep over in my room. The trust between us had давно turned into something else. I had seen her a hundred times in her underwear and every time my mouth went dry. I fantasized about her in class, in the car, in bed before falling asleep. I imagined her on top of me, biting my lip, burying my face between her legs, doing positions my mind invented differently every night.

Her body was hypnotic. Narrow waist, defined hips, an ass built by the gym, and firm thighs that showed when she walked. Her hair was very dark, her eyes a light brown almost like honey, and a mouth with full lips that looked like they were begging someone to do something with them. And I thought, I wasn’t sure, but I thought something similar might be happening with me. Every time she came over she’d slap my ass jokingly, pull my hair, press against my back while putting on makeup in front of the mirror, dance too close. Flirting that can be passed off if someone asks. Until that night.

***

We got home late and went straight up to the room. Camila closed the door and threw the bolt, a gesture she had never made any other night. She went into the bathroom to change while I put on pink panties and a black bra in the bedroom. When she came out, it was hard to hide it.

She was wearing a black string thong and a lace bra so thin you could make out the areolas through the fabric. The navel piercing marked the line of her stomach. She stopped in the doorway, waiting for a reaction.

“What do you think? I bought it yesterday,” she said.

“It looks incredible on you.”

“Right?”

She turned slowly, posed with one hand on her hip, and the thong string drew a perfect V over her pubis. Her breasts, smaller than mine but firm, moved freely inside the lace. Then she leaned forward with her legs slightly apart, showed me her ass, and started shaking it while laughing, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye to see my face. I was frozen in place. When the performance ended she came over until she was a handspan from me.

“Mariana, you’re the cousin I trust most and the one I love most. Tell me the truth: does this set suit me?”

“It suits you incredibly well.”

“On a scale from one to ten, how hot am I?”

“An eleven.”

She laughed, leaned in, and gave me a long kiss on the cheek, too long, with her lips pressed to my skin for longer than a cousin’s kiss had any right to last. Then she got into bed as if nothing had happened. We snuggled under the covers, spent a while each on our phones, and turned off the light.

***

Fifteen or twenty minutes passed. I was lying on my back, trying and failing to sleep, when I heard her voice on the other side of the mattress.

“Mariana,” she whispered.

“Yeah?” I answered.

“Oh. I thought you were already asleep.”

I turned toward her. Camila was on her side, looking at me, one breast flattened against the other by the position. The light coming in through the blinds outlined her silhouette.

“I can’t sleep,” she said.

“Me neither.”

“Want to play hot questions?”

The hot questions game was something silly we’d invented between cousins years ago. Intimate questions, no censorship, no getting mad at the answer. It almost always ended in laughter. Almost.

“I’ll start,” Camila said. “Since the last time we saw each other two months ago, how many girls have you slept with?”

“Three.”

“Only three?”

“I repeated with one of them quite a bit.”

“How many times in total?”

“I don’t know, Camila. Eight at most.”

“Not bad. Do I know any of them?”

“You know Lucía. I told you about her.”

“Ah, yes, the one with the huge tits.”

“That one. It was mostly with her.”

“And does she fuck well?”

“Very well,” I answered, smiling without realizing it.

“Your face shows it. Is that still your favorite position?”

“You already know.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“That she sits on my face. Always.”

“Oh, yeah?”

Before I could react, Camila yanked the sheet away and sat astride my abdomen. The weight drove the air out of me. Her thighs were hot, her hair falling over her face.

“Let’s try it,” she said.

She put both hands on my cheeks and leaned in very slowly. The first kiss was soft, almost a brush. I didn’t know what to do for a second. Then I grabbed her waist and kissed her back. We kept pulling apart every so often to look at each other, to make sure the other was still in it, and then we went back in.

“I love your lips,” I murmured.

“And I love you.”

She slowly ran her tongue over my lower lip, making a slow circle, and came in. The kiss turned deep, wet, noisy. It was summer-hot in the room and it was making our faces slick with sweat and saliva.

She sat up a little and asked me to take off my bra. I did. When she saw my breasts bare she grabbed them with both hands and moved them slightly, with the smile of a little girl discovering something new. We both started laughing, not because it was funny, but because the situation was so hot and so unreal that we didn’t know what else to do. Then she lowered her head and took one nipple into her mouth. She sucked it, licked it, left it soaked, and switched to the other, this time barely biting it, looking up at me to see the expression on my face. I arched my back without meaning to.

We kissed again, this time without pausing. I slid my hands under her bra and felt up her breasts through the lace. Then I pulled one cup down and took her nipple into my mouth. It was different from mine, smaller, darker. I kissed both breasts in turn, feeling them firm and warm, while she breathed harder and harder.

While I was on her breasts, one of her hands started to move down. It traced my stomach, slid over the elastic of my panties, went underneath, and settled on my vulva. I was already wet. She started moving her fingertips in circles over my clit, unhurried, looking me in the eyes. A stupid little sigh escaped me that almost made me embarrassed.

“You’re soaking, cousin.”

“It’s your fault.”

I pulled her bra up to cover her breasts, tugged her panties down and took them off. I was completely naked. Camila slid down the bed until she was lying on her stomach between my legs, grabbed my thighs, and started slowly running her tongue between my lips, never taking her eyes off me. I put my hand on the back of her neck and pressed her against me. She understood the message and picked up the pace. She clearly knew what she was doing. She licked me until I started writhing on the bed, my mouth clenched shut so I wouldn’t make a sound.

Then she took two fingers into her mouth, wet them, and slid them into me. She started moving them slowly and searching for a specific spot inside me. When she found it, my moans changed pitch. She came up on her knees beside me, without stopping fucking me with her fingers, while with the other hand she pinched one of my nipples and stretched it to the limit of pain.

The wet sound of her fingers filled the room. I came with an orgasm that left me trembling all over and soaked the sheet. I had to bite the back of my hand so nothing would be heard outside the room. Camila leaned back down between my legs and stayed there for a moment, savoring the taste.

***

“Now your favorite position,” she said.

She climbed back up, kissed me with her mouth still wet, and asked me to open mine. When I did, she let a thread of saliva fall onto the tip of my tongue. The situation felt indecent and exciting in equal measure.

Then she sat up and carefully settled onto my face. I moved the thong string aside and had her vulva barely an inch away. I kissed it first, without tongue, the way you kiss a mouth. The skin was soft and hot. Her lips were so full that when I opened mine, part of them stayed inside.

“Come on, cousin, work your magic,” she whispered.

I grabbed her by the thighs and started working her with my tongue. I knew the map of my own body and started with the places where I’d like to be licked. I moved up and down the center, made small circles over her clit, paused now and then to blow on it, and went back in. Camila started sinking down onto me more and more. Her thighs squeezed my head, one of her hands tangled in my hair and tugged in time with her moans.

“Yes, Mariana, yes,” she whispered. “Eat it, cousin, fuck, like that.”

I felt her trembling and sped up on her clit. She bit her hand so she wouldn’t scream and came on my face with a silent spasm that lasted several seconds. When it was over, she collapsed to one side, panting.

I adjusted her thong back over her still-wet vulva and sat up to hug her. We were both sweaty, hair stuck to our temples, bodies hot. We kissed slowly. I bit her lower lip, she licked my neck and played with her own navel piercing pressed against my stomach. We laughed softly.

“I love you,” I blurted out, without thinking, my face very close to hers.

“And I love you, Mariana.”

“If they find out at home, they’ll kill us.”

“They won’t find out,” she said, and kissed me. “I don’t care that we’re family. We love each other.”

***

I got out of bed, opened the first drawer of the nightstand, and took out two things: a pink dildo and a small vibrator. I came back and set them in front of her, one in each hand.

“Which one do we use first?”

“You’re naughtier than I thought, little cousin.”

“I get bored a lot at night.”

“We’ll start with the dildo. I’m in the mood today.”

She got on all fours on the bed, her ass toward me. I pulled her thong down and tossed it aside. I licked her for a while, unhurried, running all over her. Then I took the dildo into my mouth, soaked it well all the way to the base, and came back to her height. I ran it over her lips from bottom to top, slowly, until she moved her hips asking for more.

“Don’t make me wait.”

I shoved it in all at once. Camila let out a long sigh. I started moving it, slowly at first, then faster. While I fucked her with one hand, with the other I tickled her back, slid down to her anus, and ran my wet middle finger over it. I pushed it in a little, carefully, and she opened up.

“Fuck, cousin, you’re such a naughty slut.”

I pushed the finger all the way in and started moving it in circles while I kept going with the dildo on the other side. Her whole body was trembling. The scene was one of those that burn themselves into your memory: her with her head on the mattress, hair tousled, hips lifted, her whole ass offered up, both holes occupied, and a thread of wetness running down her thigh to the sheet.

***

Then we switched. I got on all fours and she, without warning, shoved the dildo all the way in. The first thrust was so hard it hurt and felt good at the same time. She started moving it at a rhythm I’d never set with myself before and spanked my ass at the same time, with an open hand, leaving a mark.

“That’s it, Mariana. Moan like the slut you are.”

I covered my mouth with both hands so I wouldn’t make a sound, but the dildo going in and out of me and my cousin’s slaps on top of that made it impossible to hold it in. I came with my face crushed into the pillow, biting the pillowcase.

Camila took off her bra and came over with the vibrator.

“The scissors,” she said.

We crossed our legs, put the toy between our vulvas, and switched it on. We kissed nonstop while the vibration did its work. Every so often I looked down to see it, to see how our two sexes rubbed against each other with the device in the middle, and then I went back to her face. Camila had half-lidded eyes, lips pressed together, and every now and then a “I love you” slipped out between her moans. I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. The vibrator buzzed between the two of us. I came again, harder, soaking her stomach and half the bed.

I let myself fall back onto my back, panting. Camila came on top of me and stayed there, pressed against me, her face buried in my neck.

“Tired, baby?” she asked in my ear.

“A lot.”

“You’ve been such a slut.”

“I know. You get me like this.”

Her hand went down again to my sex. She slid two fingers into me without warning and started fingering me fast.

“Does your cousin turn you on?”

“Yes,” slipped out of me.

“You’re a degenerate.”

“I know. More, please.”

I was the last one to come, gripping her wrist, biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream. Then we both stayed still, listening to each other’s breathing.

***

We didn’t cover up. With the heat it was, the sheets were unnecessary. We fell asleep pressed together, naked, her leg over mine and my hand resting on her hip. In the morning we showered together, kissed under the water, and changed the sheets while my parents still hadn’t come back. The rest of the day was a normal day between cousins. Only every time we crossed glances at the table, we knew that the next time she came to sleep over, the door would have the bolt again.