Siblings

When the power went out, her foot was still in my lap. I felt her move it slowly, pretending it was an accident, knowing damn well it wasn’t.

They came down to the kitchen with serious looks on their faces. I thought it was over. What they said next turned that night into something none of us could undo.

We were having dinner like any other Sunday when my father dropped the line. Three hours later, my brother and I were closing the door to their bedroom, not knowing what we’d be by morning.

We’d been kissing in secret for four years like two hidden lovers. When our aunt and uncle closed the door on the way to the airport, I knew there would be no turning back that night.

It was Thursday, Mom’s day, but my stepsister dragged me into the shower before breakfast. The harem rules they invented were starting to break again.

A hidden camera behind the books, two brothers willing to share everything, and a girlfriend with a smile too frank to be innocent.

I left the keys on the table without making a sound. Faint light came from my brother’s room and, before I even looked in, I knew that night was going to change everything between the three of us.

When the camera came on that afternoon, Camila was sitting in her office in a very short skirt, hiding a secret that had no business fitting in that room.

It wasn’t the first time I’d thought about crossing that hallway, but it was the first time my feet moved before my head did. The whole house was asleep and I wasn’t.

A proposal made amid laughter in front of the cabin TV opened a door my sisters and I could never close again.

I was naked on the balcony, smoking in front of the sea, when I saw the stranger on the bench across the street. And instead of covering up, I let him watch.

I’d been Camila’s boyfriend for two years. That night, her sister Antonella turned eighteen, and I understood that nothing in that house was forbidden.

For years I thought fun meant books and documentaries. Then she locked the bedroom door and started undressing in front of the two of us.

I heard my twin sister moving in the shower. When I went into the bathroom, I saw her panties on the floor, and everything got complicated that very morning.

I was alone on the sofa when the door opened. It was Marina, my sister’s friend, and what she saw made her smile. What happened next took me by surprise.

They thought she wanted jewelry or a trip. When they asked what she really desired, there was nothing left to do but say the one thing she had never dared speak aloud.

When she opened the door and found us, I thought the family was over that afternoon. What I didn’t expect was to hear her confess, right in my ear, desires she’d kept hidden for years.

When I bent down to pick up the book, my stepsister pulled my shorts down. The three of them stared in silence, and I knew something could never go back to how it was.

I’d spent years fantasizing about a threesome. That night at the family chalet, I learned lust sometimes lives closer than you think.

I knew I shouldn’t lift the sheet, shouldn’t look, but the rain beat against the window and my sister was breathing deeply. I looked down and knew there was no going back.