The Night My Cousin Bolted the Door

My name is Mariana, and outside my close circle, I’m a shy girl. With people I trust, though, I open up right away. Physically, I’m not particularly remarkable: blonde, light-colored eyes, a small nose, and two large breasts that I can’t even hold with my hand spread wide. Almost everyone notices them before anything else, and I admit I like it. I especially like it when my cousin Camila is the one staring at them.

Camila is my opposite. Extroverted, quick-witted, capable of making an entire table laugh and giving advice as if she were ten years older. Everyone likes her, and she likes everyone. And yet, despite all the people she could have kept close, for years we had been playing a silent game that no one else knew anything about.

Her parents brought her to our house every couple of months, and she would sleep in my room. The trust between us had long since become something else. I had seen her in her underwear a hundred times, 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 thighs, taking positions my mind invented anew every night.

Her body was hypnotic. A narrow waist, pronounced hips, an ass sculpted at the gym, and firm thighs that showed when she walked. Her hair was very dark, her eyes a light brown, almost honey-colored, and she had a full-lipped mouth that begged for someone to do something with it. And I believed—I wasn’t sure, but I believed—that something similar was happening to her with me. Every time she came over, she would playfully smack my ass, tug my hair, press herself against my back while putting on makeup in front of the mirror, dance far too close. Flirtations that could be disguised if someone asked. Until that night.

***

We got home late and went straight upstairs to the bedroom. Camila closed the door and bolted it, something she had never done on any other night. She went into the bathroom to change while I put on a pair of pink panties and a black bra in the bedroom. When she came out, I had trouble hiding my reaction.

She was wearing a black thong and a lace bra so thin that her areolas showed through the fabric. Her 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.

—Doesn’t it?

She turned slowly, posed with one hand on her hip, and the thong’s string drew a perfect V over her pubic mound. 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 began moving it while laughing, glancing back at me to see my face. I was frozen in place. When her performance was over, she came close enough to stand a foot away from me.

—Mariana, you’re the cousin I trust and love most. Tell me the truth: does this set flatter me?

—It flatters you a lot.

—On a scale of one to ten, how hot am I?

—An eleven.

She laughed, leaned over, and gave me a long kiss on the cheek, far too long, her lips pressed to my skin longer than a cousin’s kiss had any business lasting. Then she got into bed as if nothing had happened. We covered ourselves, spent a while each on our phones, and turned off the light.

***

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

—Mariana, she whispered.

—What is it? I answered.

—Oh. I thought you’d already fallen asleep.

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

—I can’t fall asleep, she said.

—Neither can I.

—Want to play hot questions?

Hot questions was a silly game we had invented between cousins years earlier. Intimate questions, no censorship, no getting angry over the answers. 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 things with one of them quite a bit.

—How many times altogether?

—I don’t know, Camila. Eight at most.

—Not bad. Do I know any of them?

—You know Lucía. I told you about her.

—Oh, right, the one with the huge tits.

—That’s her. Most of the times were with her.

—And is she good in bed?

—Very good, I answered, smiling without realizing it.

—I can see it on your face. Is it still your favorite position?

—You already know it.

—I want to hear you say it.

—Having her sit on my face. Always.

—Oh, yeah?

Before I could react, Camila yanked the sheet away and straddled my abdomen. Her weight knocked the air out of me. Her thighs were warm, her hair falling across her face.

—Let’s try it, she said.

She placed both hands on my cheeks and leaned down very slowly. The first kiss was gentle, almost a brush of lips. I didn’t know what to do for a second. Then I grabbed her waist and kissed her back. Every so often we pulled apart to look at each other, for each of us to make sure the other was still in it, and then we went back to kissing.

—I love your lips, I murmured.

—And I love you.

She slowly ran her tongue over my lower lip, making a slow circle, and slipped inside. The kiss grew deep, wet, noisy. The room was as hot as summer, and sweat and saliva were making our faces wet.

She sat up slightly 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, smiling like a child discovering something new. We both started laughing—not because it was funny, but because the situation was so hot and unreal that we didn’t know what else to do. Then she lowered her head and took one of my nipples into her mouth. She sucked it, licked it, left it soaked, and moved to the other, this time barely biting it while looking up at me to see my expression. I arched my back without meaning to.

We kissed again, this time without stopping. I slipped my hands beneath her bra and felt her breasts through the lace. Then I pulled down one of the cups and took her nipple into my mouth. It was different from mine, smaller and darker. I kissed both her breasts in turn, feeling how firm and warm they were, while her breathing grew increasingly ragged.

While I was on her breasts, one of her hands began moving downward. It traveled over my stomach, passed over the elastic of my panties, slipped underneath, and settled over my vulva. I was already wet. She began moving her fingertips in circles over my clitoris, unhurriedly, looking me in the eyes. A foolish little sigh escaped me, and I was almost embarrassed.

—You’re soaked, cousin.

—That’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 facedown between my legs, grabbed my thighs, and began slowly running her tongue between my lips without taking her eyes off me. I put my hand on the back of her neck and pressed her against me. She understood and increased the pace. She clearly had practice. She licked me until I began twisting on the bed, my mouth clenched to keep from making a sound.

Then she brought two fingers to her mouth, moistened them, and pushed them inside me. She began moving them slowly, searching for a particular spot inside me. When she found it, the pitch of my moans changed. She rose onto her knees beside me without stopping her penetration, while with her 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 in an orgasm that left my whole body trembling, soaking the sheet. I had to bite the back of my hand so no one outside the room would hear. Camila bent back down between my legs and stayed there for a moment, savoring my taste.

***

—Now your favorite position, she said.

She climbed up again, kissed me with her mouth still wet, and asked me to open mine. When I did, she let a strand of saliva fall onto the tip of my tongue. The situation seemed equally indecent and arousing.

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

—Come on, cousin, work your magic, she whispered.

I gripped her thighs and began working her with my tongue. I knew the map of my own body, so I started with the places where I would want to be licked. I moved up and down the center, made small circles over her clitoris, paused now and then to blow on it, and went back. Camila began lowering herself more and more heavily onto me. Her thighs pressed against my head; one of her hands tangled in my hair and pulled in time with her moans.

—Yes, Mariana, yes, she whispered. Eat me, cousin, fuck, just like that.

I felt her tremble and increased the pace over her clitoris. She bit her hand to keep from screaming and came over my face in a silent spasm that lasted several seconds. When it was over, she collapsed to one side, panting.

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

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

—I love you too, 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 held them out in front of her, one in each hand.

—Which one should we use first?

—You’re naughtier than I thought, little cousin.

—I get very bored at night.

—We’ll start with the dildo. I’m in the mood tonight.

She got on all fours on the bed, her ass toward me. I pulled down her thong and tossed it aside. I ran my tongue over her for a while, unhurriedly, exploring every inch of her. Then I put the dildo in my mouth, wetting it thoroughly all the way down, and returned to her. I ran it over her lower lips from bottom to top, slowly, until she moved her hips, asking for more.

—Don’t keep me waiting.

I pushed it all the way inside her in one stroke. Camila let out a long sigh. I began moving it, slowly at first, then faster. While I penetrated her with one hand, with the other I tickled her back, moving down to her anus and running my wet middle finger over it. I pushed it in a little, carefully, and she opened for me.

—Fuck, cousin, you’re a naughty slut.

I pushed my finger all the way in and began moving it in circles while continuing with the dildo on the other side. Her entire body trembled. It was the kind of sight that stayed etched in your memory: her head resting on the mattress, her hair tousled, her hips raised, her whole ass offered up, both holes occupied, and a thread of wetness running down her thigh onto the sheet.

***

Then we switched. I got on all fours, and without warning she pushed the dildo all the way inside me. The first thrust was so hard it hurt and felt good at the same time. She began moving it at a pace I had never set for myself and slapped 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 to keep quiet, but the dildo sliding in and out of me and my cousin’s slaps on top of everything made it impossible to hold back. I came with my face pressed into the pillow, biting the pillowcase.

Camila took off her bra and approached with the vibrator.

—Scissoring, she said.

We crossed our legs, placed the toy between our vulvas, and switched it on. We kissed without stopping while the vibration did its work. Every so often I looked down to watch, to see our two sexes rubbing against each other with the device between us, and then I returned to her face. Camila’s eyes were half-open, her lips pressed together, and every now and then a “I love you” escaped between her moans. I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. The vibrator buzzed between us. I came again, harder, soaking her stomach and half the bed.

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

—Are you tired, sweetheart? she asked in my ear.

—Very.

—You’ve behaved like a slut.

—I know. You make me this way.

Her hand moved down to my sex again. Without warning, she pushed two fingers inside me and began masturbating me quickly.

—Does your cousin turn you on?

—Yes, it slipped out.

—You’re a degenerate.

—I know. More, please.

I was the last to come, clinging to her wrist and biting my lip to keep from screaming. Then we both lay still, listening to each other’s breathing.

***

We didn’t cover ourselves. With how hot 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 beneath the water, and changed the sheets while my parents still hadn’t returned. The rest of the day was a normal day between cousins. Except that every time we exchanged a glance at the table, we knew that the next time she came to sleep over, the door would have a bolt again.