The Pajamas My Aunt Renata Gave Me

I was twenty-three when I decided to spend my midyear vacation at my aunt Renata’s place. She lived alone in a spacious apartment downtown, with large windows and a guest room that had always been mine ever since I started university. My mother and she were sisters, but they looked nothing alike. Renata was the younger one, the one who had never married, the one who, at forty-two, still had a firm body and the look of someone who still hadn’t grown tired of anything.

I’d been there for a week and had already settled into her rhythm. Long breakfasts, afternoons reading, dinners with wine. Nothing extraordinary, except for the way she looked at me when she thought I wasn’t watching. A slow sweep from head to toe that left a strange tension at the nape of my neck.

That afternoon I was on the sofa watching some random series, wearing tiny shorts and a camisole. I heard her voice from the bedroom.

—Valeria, come here a moment.

I got up and crossed the hallway. The door was ajar. Renata was sitting on the edge of the bed with a paper bag on her lap and that half smile I’d known since I was little.

—I bought you something —she said—. Come on, sit down.

She took a two-piece pajama set out of the bag, wine-colored satin, with very short shorts and a little camisole with thin straps. She placed it in my hands.

—Try it on.

—I’ll go to the bathroom and be right back —I said, turning around.

She grabbed me by the wrist. Gently, but firmly.

—Here, silly. We’re women. I want to see how it looks on you.

I stood in front of her for a second. Then I lowered my shoulders, pulled my camisole over my head, and let it fall onto the chair. My shorts slid down my legs almost by themselves. I was left in bra and panties, and I felt her looking over my body without the slightest attempt to hide it.

—Look how you’ve grown —she murmured—. You’re a grown woman now.

She picked up the satin camisole and unfolded it. Just as I was about to ask for it so I could put it on, she looked at me and tilted her head.

—What if you try it on without your bra? It looks better without lines underneath.

She didn’t give me time to answer. She wrapped her arms around me, found the clasp at my back, and opened it with two fingers. My bra came loose, and she lowered the straps from my shoulders herself. My breasts were exposed, and instinctively I covered them with my arms.

—Stay still —she said, lowering my arms with her hands—. Let me see them.

Her fingers brushed the sides of my breasts, barely touching. A shiver ran all the way down my back. Renata smiled, picked up the camisole, and pulled it over my head. The satin fell cold over my nipples, which were already hard. Then she adjusted the shorts, pulling them up my legs, and her hands lingered longer than necessary on my thighs.

—Turn around.

I began to turn. She stopped me with both hands on my hips when I was facing away from her. She slowly slid her palms down over my ass, squeezing it as if she were arranging my clothes. I felt her fingers brush between my legs, very close to my pussy, and I couldn’t help holding my breath. Then she moved upward again, slipped her hands beneath the camisole, and grabbed my breasts from behind.

—Perfect —she said against my ear—. I have a good eye.

I turned around to thank her and hugged her. She didn’t let me go. She lowered her hands to my ass and began stroking it over the satin, squeezing it with both hands. I had my arms around her neck and didn’t dare move. I raised my face to look at her, and there she was, lips parted, her gaze fixed on my mouth.

We kissed without saying a word. At first, just a brush of lips, an almost timid peck. Then she caught my lower lip between her teeth and slowly bit it, and there was no stopping us after that. I opened her mouth with mine, sought out her tongue, and felt a rush of heat between my legs that left me weak. Her hands moved up my back, then down to my ass again, pulling me tightly against her.

—You’re so delicious, my love —she said, panting—. I’ve wanted you so badly.

She gently pushed me toward the bed. When I fell into a seated position, she stood in front of me and pulled the camisole off in one sharp motion. She crouched down, took one nipple into her mouth, and sucked it hard. I let out a moan I didn’t recognize as my own. She pinched my other nipple between her fingers, tugging on it, while her tongue circled the one in her mouth. They were swollen, aching from being so hard. Every time she sucked, I felt a pulse shoot straight into my pussy.

—I’m going to taste you —she murmured, and lay me on my back.

She slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of my shorts, moved my panties aside, and touched the lips of my pussy with the tip of her middle finger. She moved it slowly upward to my clitoris, pressing it with the tip.

—Look how wet you are —she said, pulling out her finger and showing it to me, glistening—. You’re soaked.

She brought her fingers to her nose, closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply. Then she put them in her mouth and sucked them, keeping her eyes fixed on mine. I had never seen anything so dirty or so beautiful in my life. She ran her wet fingers over my lower lip and put them back in her mouth.

—You taste so good, niece.

She pulled her blouse over her head and unclasped her bra in one movement. Her breasts fell heavily, larger than mine, with dark nipples already erect. She took my hands and placed them on top of them, pressing my fingers into her flesh.

—Touch me. Don’t be afraid.

I squeezed her breasts and felt their weight, their warm skin. She leaned down and kissed me again while I kneaded them. She straddled me, pressing her pubic mound against mine, and began moving on top of me, making circles with her hips. I could feel her heat even through the satin. I ran my hands over her back, lowered them to her ass, and grabbed it tightly, and she let out a hoarse laugh against my neck.

—You learn fast.

She moved to the side and yanked off my shorts and panties in a single motion. I was completely naked, my legs spread, and she looked me over without hurrying, as if deciding where to begin.

—You’re gorgeous —she said, slipping between my thighs.

She ran her tongue along the inside of one leg, then the other. She gave me a gentle bite in the crease of my groin that drew a long moan from me. Then she pressed her whole mouth against my pussy and licked it from bottom to top, very slowly, parting my lips with the tip of her tongue.

I gripped the pillow with both hands.

Renata sucked my pussy lips one by one, tugged at them with her teeth, and then sought out my clitoris. When she found it, she closed her lips around it and began to suck, moving her tongue over it at the same time. My back arched on its own. I screamed something that wasn’t a word. She squeezed my legs to spread me wider, buried her face between them, and didn’t stop.

—Yes —I begged her—. Just like that, Auntie, don’t stop, please.

She began moving my pussy against her mouth, gripping my hips and setting the pace. I could feel her sucking, licking, barely biting. Every so often she lowered herself and slipped the tip of her tongue inside me, and I trembled with every thrust. Pleasure rose through me like a wave, without warning, tightening my whole body. I grabbed her head with both hands and pressed it against my pussy, thrusting my hips upward. I came with a long, broken moan, feeling my release spill hotly onto her tongue.

She kept licking while I trembled. Every stroke sent such a powerful jolt through me that I had to pull away. When she finally released me, she moved up my body, kissing my stomach, my breasts, and my neck until she reached my mouth. She kissed me with my own taste still on her lips.

—Did you like it? —she whispered.

—Very much —I told her, breathless.

—Now it’s your turn.

She got on her knees on the bed, and I knelt in front of her. She ran her fingers through my hair and tucked it behind my ear.

—Don’t be afraid. I’ll guide you.

I started with her neck, biting it gently the way she had bitten mine. I moved down to her breasts and took one nipple into my mouth. I sucked it the way I’d wanted to all along.

—Harder —she said—. I like my nipples squeezed really tight.

I sucked harder, bit it, tugged it with my teeth. I heard her moan and felt a tug of pride between my legs. I did the same to her other nipple. She pressed my head against her chest, helping me.

I ran my tongue down her stomach, to her navel, to the edge of her skirt. She unbuttoned it, took it off, removed her panties as well, and lay on her back with her legs spread. Her pussy was different from mine: fuller, with more pronounced lips, glistening with how wet she was. I stared at it for a few seconds.

—Come here —she said—. Stick out your tongue and put it right here.

She guided me with her hand. When I ran my tongue over her for the first time, I tasted something strong and salty, with a hint of sweetness underneath. I liked it. I licked her again, this time with more eagerness, and she let out a long sigh.

—Slower, my love. There. Find my clitoris.

I moved my tongue upward until I found it. It was hard, about the size of a little cherry, and the moment I touched it, her hips began moving on their own.

—Like that —she said, staring into my eyes—. Look at me while you do it.

I raised my eyes without stopping my licking. Seeing her like that, mouth open, breasts rising and falling, moaning because of what I was doing to her, made me hotter than I’d ever been. She placed my index and middle fingers in her mouth, covered them with saliva, and guided them to the entrance of her pussy.

—Put them inside me. Move them in and out while you suck me.

I pushed them in slowly. She was so wet they slid all the way in without resistance. I felt her squeezing them inside, hot and alive. I began moving them in and out while continuing to suck her clitoris, and she started grinding against my hand.

—That’s it, niece, just like that, don’t you stop.

I moved my fingers in and out faster. I added a third finger when I felt her open wider. She threw her head back, moaning without pause, squeezing her breasts with her hands and pinching her nipples. Every so often she looked at me, then closed her eyes again.

She suddenly grabbed my wrist and began pushing it herself, setting the rhythm. My fingers slid in and out with a wet, obscene sound that had me on the verge of coming too. I sucked her clitoris hard, played my tongue over it, and felt her entire body tense.

—I’m coming, my love —she panted—. I’m coming, don’t stop, keep going, keep going.

Her back arched, her thighs closed around my face, and she clamped her pussy around my fingers with a force I hadn’t expected. I felt the contractions inside her, the spasms tightening around my fingers. She came with a hoarse moan that made the bed tremble.

She slowly relaxed. She ran her hand through my hair and gently tugged me upward. She settled me beside her, kissed me with her mouth open and without hurrying, savoring herself. Then she rested my head on her chest and stroked my back.

—This is going to be an unforgettable vacation —she said softly, laughing against my hair.

I could still taste her in my mouth, and feel the trembling between my legs. I said nothing. I closed my eyes and nestled closer against her body. The new pajamas, crumpled on the floor, were going to be the first of many gifts.