The Secret Between Women My Aunt Taught Us

My cousin Carla and I went to spend the weekend at our aunt Lucía’s house. She had invited the two of us over to keep her company, because her husband had gone away on a trip and the house, according to her, felt too big and too quiet. She invited us together because we were inseparable: since we were little we did everything in pairs, and no one was surprised anymore to see us arriving stuck to one another.

Lucía had always been the aunt we loved most. She was the one who spoiled us, the one who never forgot a birthday, the one who had a gift ready with our name on it every December. She was just over thirty-five and had a way of looking at you that made you feel like the center of everything. So when she asked us to keep her company, we agreed happily. We packed a bag each and went straight to her house.

The day passed quietly. The three of us had lunch together, then we flopped onto the sofa to watch movies until night fell, and by dinnertime we got comfortable in our pajamas. Lucía had put us in her own bedroom, the three of us in the same bed, because she said that way we could chat late into the night like when we were little.

Close to nine, already tucked beneath the sheets, she propped herself up on one elbow and looked at us with a smile unlike any we knew from her.

—Girls, I’ve been wanting to propose something to you for days —she said softly—. But it’s something only the three of us will know. Can you keep a secret?

—Of course, Auntie —Carla answered, speaking for both of us.

—What is it? —I asked, intrigued.

—You have to swear you won’t tell anyone. Ever. I need to know I can trust you.

—I swear —Carla said without hesitation.

—Me too. I’m a vault —I added.

Lucía took a deep breath, like someone finally working up the nerve for something she’d been thinking about for a long time.

—The idea is that we give each other pleasure, the three of us. That we touch each other. Do you feel like doing that with your favorite aunt?

There was a short, heavy silence. Carla was the first to move.

—I would —she said, and I noticed her voice had gone deeper.

—And you? —Lucía asked me, searching my eyes in the dim light.

—It’s not that I don’t want to —I confessed—. It’s just that I’ve never touched myself like that.

—Even better —she said, her smile widening—. Then the two of us will teach you. Right, Carla?

—Right —my cousin murmured.

***

We started by taking off our pajama shorts and our underwear. The three of us sat on the bed in a circle, our legs only slightly apart. I could feel my heart pounding in my throat. Lucía calmly explained what I had to do, told me to look at Carla and copy her, but above all to let myself be guided by what I felt.

The three of us started at the same time. I watched out of the corner of my eye as my cousin’s hand moved, the slow rhythm of her fingers, the way she closed her eyes. I tried moving the same way, then differently, until I found a way that made me let out my breath in one sharp rush.

—Let me show you —Lucía said, and before I could answer, her fingers were already on me.

The contact was like a current. She knew exactly where and how hard, and within seconds she had me biting my lip to keep from making a sound.

—Now you do it to me —she said—. Let’s see if you understood.

I brought my hand to her, shyly, and copied her as best I could. She was wetter than I expected.

—More pressure —she corrected patiently—. Carla, come here, show her how it’s done.

My cousin came closer on the other side and placed her fingers on me. Pleasure returned, now doubled, with the two of them attentive to my reaction. Then I was the one touching Carla, feeling her hot under my fingertips, while she guided me in a low voice.

—Like that, just like that —she told me, eyes half-closed.

***

—Let’s take off our shirts too —Lucía suggested—. I want us to touch each other’s breasts while we keep going.

Within minutes the three of us were naked on the bed. Lucía sat beside me, never stopping touching herself, and fixed her gaze on me.

—I love your breasts. May I? —she asked.

I nodded. Her hands moved over me slowly, first just grazing, then with more firmness, and I let out a sigh I couldn’t control.

—You touch mine —she said.

I did, and for a moment the two of us stayed like that, looking at each other, our hands crossed, breathing faster and faster. Then she slid over to Carla and did the same, and soon after she asked me to join in. My cousin and I caressed each other while Lucía watched us, directing each movement with a word, a gesture, a whisper.

The excitement rose through me like a tide. Lucía told us to bring our fingers to our mouths to taste ourselves, and when I felt that flavor for the first time, something inside me finally let go. I wasn’t thinking anymore. I was only obeying, and obeying was pleasing me far too much.

—Have you ever kissed a girl? —she asked me, coming closer.

—Never.

—Then I want to be your first.

Her lips found mine and the kiss became long, slow, deep. While she kissed me, her hand went down between my legs again, and there, with her mouth on mine and her fingers moving, I truly understood how turned on I was. I didn’t want her to stop.

When she pulled away from me, she went to Carla and kissed her the same way, without asking. Then she asked us to kiss each other. My cousin and I looked at one another for a second, and then we leaned in. It was strange and natural at the same time, the two of us fulfilling every desire Lucía named in a low voice.

—Don’t stop until I tell you to —she ordered.

Carla and I kept kissing while Lucía slid her fingers into me and traced my neck with her tongue. Shivers ran down my spine. We were completely at her mercy, and that idea, far from making me uncomfortable, only turned me on even more.

***

She turned my face toward hers and kissed me again, never taking her fingers out. Gently she pushed me until I was lying on my back, at the edge of the bed, and asked Carla to join me. The two of them leaned over my chest, one on each side, while Lucía’s fingers went in and out of me in a rhythm that had me moaning without shame.

—Do you like it? —she asked in my ear.

—Yes —was all I could say.

Then it was Carla’s turn. Lucía laid her down just like me, opened her legs, and asked her to join me at her chest while she penetrated her. Watching her writhe, hearing her gasp, gave me a new kind of filthy thrill. When Lucía made us taste each other’s flavor again, none of the three of us was pretending to hesitate anymore.

—Now you two touch me —Lucía said, lying back.

Carla and I took turns on her breasts while I moved my hand between her legs. I felt her wet, open, and my fingers slid in without resistance. Lucía began to moan, arching her back, until she gestured us away so she could catch her breath.

—The two of you do it very well —she said, her voice broken—. Better than I imagined.

***

She had me lie down again, with my hips right at the edge of the mattress. She asked Carla to kiss me, and I felt my aunt’s strength as she spread my legs. I knew what was coming a second before it happened: her tongue settled where no one had ever touched me like that, and immediately it tore a moan from me.

Carla left my mouth to focus on my chest, and between them they took me to a place I didn’t know. Lucía worked everywhere with her tongue, pausing, teasing, coming back. My body began to burn, a tingling that rose from my feet and gathered in my center until I could no longer hold it back. I came with a long shudder, with my aunt’s mouth never leaving me for an instant.

Then it was Carla who lay on the edge. I already knew what to do. I kissed her, felt her moan against my lips, and went down to her chest while Lucía took care of the rest. My cousin arched her back, moaned louder and louder, and let out a muffled cry when her whole body clenched.

—Now it’s your turn to give it to me —Lucía told me, opening herself before my eyes.

I stayed for a moment just looking at her. I had never seen another woman like that, so close, so willing. I stuck out my tongue and let it travel over her completely. The taste flooded my mouth at once and, far from putting me off, it only made me want more. I remembered everything she had done to me and imitated her as best I could, attentive to her moans, to the way her hips began to rise and fall.

I held her by the hips and pressed myself against her with all my strength. Lucía grabbed my head, pulled me hard against her, and in an instant let her whole body fall onto the bed with a deep sigh. She had come.

***

After that, everything blended together. I climbed on top of her and, instead of going down to her chest, offered my body to her mouth; I wanted to feel her tongue again. She grabbed my hips and guided me, back and forth, until the tingling returned and I came again, this time on her. Meanwhile, Carla was taking care of Lucía, and I saw her have another orgasm almost without noticing, already lost in my own.

I was the last one, again. Carla settled between my legs while Lucía kissed my chest. My cousin touched me first with her fingers, slowly, and then with her mouth, stopping exactly where I needed it most. I felt cramps rising from the soles of my feet to the nape of my neck. I had to admit to myself that Carla did it a thousand times better than I did. My body went rigid, and when the orgasm finally passed, I was left trembling, breathless.

The three of us let ourselves fall onto the pillows, flushed and laughing softly.

—So, what did you think? —Lucía asked, still not quite catching her breath.

—I discovered that having a mouth down there is the most delicious thing I’ve ever felt in my life —I confessed—. And that I like the taste of another woman more than I thought.

—I discovered the opposite —Carla said—. That the best part is being the one who gives, feeling the other woman come because of something you’re doing.

—I liked both things —Lucía said, stroking our hair—. But what I enjoyed most was this: having you both here with me, with nothing holding you back.

We stayed awake for a long while, talking in low voices about every detail, going over what had been our first time together. Outside, the house remained silent, as big as ever, but it no longer felt empty. And the secret we had sworn to keep was, from that night on, the only thing that was truly ours.