What Happened with My Cousin in the Shower

That January afternoon, my aunt and uncle’s house was silent. Everyone had gone out to a neighbor’s farm and it was just Renata and me left behind, my cousin, the one who always looked at me a second too long. I took the chance to get in the shower. The hot water ran down my back and my mind was wandering anywhere but there when I heard the bathroom door open.

I turned just enough to see her come in, completely naked, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun and her skin was still dry, in contrast to the steam filling the bathroom. For a second I didn’t know where to look.

—Cuz, I’m coming in to bathe with you —she said, and she already had one leg in the tub.

—You’re crazy! Get out of here right now —I shot back, instinctively covering myself with my arms.

She paid me the slightest bit of attention. She drew the curtain shut, grabbed the soap, and stood behind me as if I’d invited her. I felt her hands soaping my shoulders, slowly, sliding down my spine. The water was falling over both of us now, and her body was only an inch from mine; I could feel the warmth her skin gave off against my back.

—Relax, I’ll help you, because you can’t really reach your back well by yourself —she murmured near my ear.

—Renata! What got into your head? Who told you I needed someone to wash me? —I protested, but my voice came out weaker than I wanted.

—Don’t get mad, cousin. I’m doing it with love. Can’t you see you’re my favorite?

This is wrong, I thought. I have to get her out of here.

But I didn’t get her out. Her hands slid from the small of my back to my ass and stayed there for a moment, squeezing softly. Then she turned me around with a ease that left me speechless and started soaping my breasts, tracing slow circles around my nipples. She did it with a naturalness that undid me, as if touching me were something she’d been doing all her life.

I told her to stop, pushed her hands away, and she came right back with calm insistence, unhurried, without violence. Every time I let out a “no,” she smiled a little more. The soap let her slide her fingers down my belly, lower, until between my legs, and there she paused. I held my breath.

—Let me rinse you properly —she said, and set the soap aside.

Now without the suds, her hands went back over my wet skin, this time without the excuse of cleaning me. She went down again to my back, to my ass, and didn’t just touch me, she squeezed me hard. She turned me again, kneaded my breasts, and ended with her whole palm between my thighs. I felt helpless, unable to stop her, and the worst part was that I no longer wanted to stop her. The gentle way she touched me had lit me up completely.

She took me by the chin and tried to kiss me. I turned my face toward the wall.

—Come on, cousin, let yourself be wanted, that doesn’t hurt —she insisted, searching for my mouth.

—No, Renata, that’s where I draw the line. I let you touch me, but kissing, no.

—What’s it cost you? Just a little peck and I won’t insist anymore.

—Just one, and I’ll give it to you because I love you very much.

***

I let her press her lips to mine. It was only a brush of a kiss, but as soon as she pulled away she put her hand back between my legs and started kissing my neck. It felt so good that I made no attempt to stop her. Renata had me completely at her mercy, and the more she touched me, the hotter I got. I loved feeling desired like that, without disguise.

When she came looking for my mouth again, this time I answered. I returned the kiss with a hunger I hadn’t known I had. She took my hand and guided it between her thighs while we kissed, and suddenly we were both touching ourselves under the stream of water, gasping into each other’s mouths.

—Tell me the truth, cousin —she whispered, pulling back for a second—. Does it feel good?

—Yes —I admitted, still with my fingers on her—. It feels really good. But this isn’t right, we’re cousins.

—Don’t think stupid things. Between cousins, closer is better. Besides, I think you’re gorgeous, you have no idea how badly I want you. And for the record, I’m not a lesbian... but if it’s with you, I’d even turn lesbian. Tell me, how do I look to you? Ugly or pretty?

—You know you’re beautiful. Why ask if you already know the answer?

—Because I want to hear you say you want me too. I haven’t forgotten that kiss we shared at the party last year. Tell me the truth: do you want me?

—Yes, Renata. You know I do.

—Then tell me one thing. Do you really want us to stop?

I stayed silent. That whole conversation had happened without either of us stopping touching the other.

—Silence gives consent —she said, and kissed me again, this time giving it everything.

***

The water kept falling, warm, while she kissed my neck and moved down to my breasts. She bit my nipples softly, first one and then the other, never stopping touching me between my legs. I braced myself against the cold tiles so I wouldn’t slip, my knees trembling.

Then she knelt down. She parted my legs with her hands and pressed her mouth between my thighs. The first lick tore a moan out of me that I tried to swallow. Never had a woman done that to me, and the feeling was unlike anything I knew: more precise, more patient, as if she knew exactly what to look for because she had it too. Her tongue moved up and down, paused in exactly the right spot, and I melted against the wall.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the moment when it would be my turn to have my mouth on her. I was so turned on it took hardly any effort at all for her to make me come. I came standing up, clutching her shoulders, biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream.

—You taste so good —she said, standing up with a smile—. Now do you want to taste me?

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I started by kissing her, with her mouth still wet from me, tasting myself on her lips, and then I went down her neck to her breasts. She nudged my head downward gently, impatient. I didn’t even have to open her legs: she already had them apart, waiting for me. I pressed my mouth to her and found her soaking wet, and not from the water.

I worked my way over her entire body with my tongue, from bottom to top, pausing at the center, learning what she liked from the way she breathed. Renata was moaning, but softly, careful that no one came back and caught us. I squeezed her ass and pulled her against my face, and I felt her whole body tense when I started sucking on her most sensitive spot. She gripped my head hard, pressed me against her, and came in my mouth with a long shudder.

***

We turned off the tap. We dried off in a rush, wrapped ourselves in towels, and left the bathroom holding back laughter, like two accomplices. We locked ourselves in my room and threw the bolt.

We let the towels fall to the floor and embraced, naked, still damp. I ran my fingertips over her back, down to her firm ass and squeezed it. All of her felt soft, warm, perfect.

—Cuz, can I ask you something? —she said against my neck—. Have you ever touched yourself thinking about me? Because I have, many times.

—Yes —I confessed in a low voice—. I have.

—Show me how. And I’ll show you how I did it while thinking about you.

We got up on the bed, facing each other, and started touching ourselves without taking our eyes off one another. Seeing her give herself pleasure while thinking about me lit me up in a whole new way. She pulled me by the legs, brought me as close as she could, and we kissed while each of us kept going with her own hand. Then I felt her take my wrist and guide it toward her, while at the same time she slid her fingers inside me.

I felt deep pleasure with her fingers moving slowly, in and out, and her thumb tracing circles exactly where it needed to be. I imitated everything she did, copied her rhythm, and we didn’t stop kissing. I was amazed at how soft her lips were, how wet, and her tongue finding mine again and again.

—Let’s use each other at the same time —she suggested.

I lay back and she settled herself the other way around, her body over mine, and we started pleasuring ourselves with our mouths at the same time. She moved her hips slowly against my lips while sucking me hard, and we both came almost together, muffling our moans against each other’s skin.

She asked me to stay like that. She parted my legs, lifted them, and started running her tongue over parts no one had ever touched before, slowly, while she fingered me. I moaned softly, discovering a sensation I didn’t know. She didn’t stop until she made me come again, my body arched and my hands clutching the sheets. And since I had been imitating everything she did, I made her turn over and gave her exactly the same thing back, slowly, attentive to every breath, until I felt her shiver again and whisper my name.

Then she settled between my legs and pressed her body to mine until we were stuck together, skin against skin. She started moving forward and back, rubbing us against each other, and it felt incredible how easily we slid over one another, both of us so wet. She didn’t stop until we both came again at the same time, holding each other, sweaty, breathless.

She collapsed on top of me and kissed me slowly, no longer in a hurry. Then she shifted to the side and curled me into her arms.

—Cuz, did you like what we did? —she asked.

—Yes —I answered against her chest—. A lot.

—I hope we do it again every chance we get.

—I can assure you that’s exactly how it’s going to be.

I drifted off to sleep in Renata’s arms, my body still buzzing, thinking that that January afternoon had just changed everything between us.