Oral

When I went into the bathroom I had no idea her mother was waiting for me, or that my niece would appear in the doorway with a smile that would change everything.

We had always been the closest in the family. What I never imagined was that one weekend of wine would change everything between us.

I opened the door thinking the house was empty. The noise was coming from Marina’s room, and what I saw when I peeked in froze me in the doorway.

It had been eight years since I last saw her. She came back as a woman with one idea in mind: to provoke me until I gave in.

Andrés was always the strong brother, the one who brought food home and slept with his girlfriends. Until one night of withdrawal he came looking for me in the dark.

The first time I saw him naked it was only for a few seconds, but it was enough to ignite a forbidden curiosity I no longer knew how to extinguish.

She was sipping her gin and tonic when two men sat beside her and told her about a film. By the time she finished her drink, she had already signed.

I thought the whole house was mine that night. Then the lock turned, he looked at me from the doorway, and I was still naked on the sofa.

When my husband left me alone with his father at the country house, I knew that slow smile wasn’t innocent. And I had too much to hide.

When everyone else went to sleep, she came to the sofa, looked me straight in the eye, and said something I never expected to hear from a friend.

I only meant to tell him to turn the porn volume down. I never imagined that argument would end with the two of us on his bed, with nothing between us.

I told him yes, but he’d have to pay for me to leave the cantina and give me something too. And there I was, walking ahead of my uncle toward the hotel.

I knew my boyfriend was on the afternoon shift. I knocked on the apartment door with my heart pounding, determined not to leave without what I’d been imagining for weeks.

She’d spent the whole dinner without panties, knowing exactly what she was doing to me. When she saw the empty alley, she lifted the red skirt slightly and pressed herself against the wall without saying a word.

I was alone at home, opened the app, and a Romanian trucker replied with a photo that got me out of bed and into his trailer.

For weeks I chose the dress, the perfume, the lingerie. That night he would walk through the door and finally see me the way I’d always dreamed he would.

The ad said: closeted transvestite looking for a mature friend. That same week I got into a pickup with tinted windows, not fully knowing what was waiting for me at the end of the trip.

Sharing a room with her in that house by the sea seemed harmless, until the heat, the mezcal, and her body pressed against mine changed everything.

She used to tan topless by the pool, sure no one could see her. Until she felt his gaze fixed on her naked skin.

The bathtub was ready, I closed my eyes, and when I opened them she was already naked in the doorway, offering me a massage that didn’t end at my shoulders.