Sister-in-law

I’d carried that secret for years. That night, between tequila and neon lights, Carla asked for the one story I’d never dared tell.

Bruno brought croissants and news that the family’s black sheep would be spending the weekend with us. I had no idea how far that afternoon would go.

Carolina had never told anyone what she secretly wanted. That night, with the house to themselves, she decided her sister-in-law would be the first to hear it... and more.

Lucía always wondered what it would feel like with a man like her sister’s husband. That night she found out, while Tomás waited on his knees with a cage between his legs.

She’d been telling me for a month that her husband fantasized about seeing her with another man. That night I stopped listening and took her where anything could really happen.

For years we mentioned it over laughter and drinks without daring to try. That night, someone wrote our names on slips of paper, and everyone stopped talking.

My wife left for work and I was left alone with my reports. Then I heard the key in the lock and in she came, without warning, in that red miniskirt.

The night before my wedding I got myself ready alone in the hotel suite. What my future husband didn’t know was who I was really getting ready for.

When Diego came out of the shower with his towel barely tied, Lucía knew that week was going to be very hard to endure in silence.

That hot afternoon, Lucía sat beside him on the couch and confessed something no brother-in-law should ever hear. Damián knew he was lost before he answered.

I told him I wasn’t going to touch him, just look. But each folder he opened on the screen pushed me a little closer to crossing the line we’d been skirting for months.

I told her to bring the most outrageous outfits she had. I wanted to parade her through the city and, back at the hotel, lose myself between her feet for hours.

Every time her sister turned away, she slipped off her sandals and left her feet on display, knowing exactly what she was doing to me and savoring every second of my torment.

She had never touched a belly like that without gloves and a gown in between. This time it was Marisol’s, her sister-in-law’s, and she couldn’t pretend she was only there to feel for the twins’ kicks.

I was days from giving birth and could think of only one thing. When the contraction bent me double with pain, I asked Rocío to put her hand beneath the sheet.

He was limping, sweating, and too scared to look at me. When I ordered him to remove the towel in front of his brother, I knew he’d do everything I said.

I waited for the doors to close. Diego was already kissing his girlfriend without a care, and her sister kept glancing at me, biting her lip, not knowing what to do with her hands.

My brother told me everything: his lovers, his fetishes, what he did with Romina. What he never imagined was that one night I’d end up in bed with her, without him.

I locked the door and became someone else in the mirror. I didn’t count on him having a copy of the key.