My Aunt Came Down to the Living Room While My Uncle Was Sleeping

We’d been dragging around a hellish heat wave all week in January, and my uncles’ house on the outskirts had become the only tolerable place because it had a pool and air conditioning in the dining room. Tobías and I needed no more excuse to stay over four or five days in a row whenever our parents went off on a trip.

My aunt Liliana was forty-two, my mother’s sister, and as long as I can remember she was the woman it was hardest for me to look in the face without feeling ashamed of what I was thinking. I wasn’t the only one. Tobías, my cousin on my father’s side, the one I grew up with almost like a brother, showed it too. We talked about her in low voices when we went to bed, and that night we had crossed a couple of lines it’s best not to mention. We had described, in luxurious detail, how we imagined her cunt, her hanging grown-woman tits, the way her legs would open if one day she let herself.

My uncle Esteban came back in the afternoon from a short work trip. He arrived tired, smelling of beer and with that look of someone who wants to prove something he can no longer prove. The four of us had dinner out on the veranda. Liliana was wearing a light cream dress, no bra, and the heat left only a faint sweat mark at her cleavage. Esteban couldn’t take his eyes off her. Neither could we, but we knew how to disguise it a little better.

—Another beer? —she asked, already getting up with the tray.

—Two —he answered, and patted her thigh as he passed.

Liliana smiled with that smile that was pure courtesy. I noticed. Tobías did too.

After dinner, my uncle took her to the bedroom without asking permission. Tobías and I stayed in the living room with the TV low, pretending to watch a movie. It took hardly any effort to hear what was happening at the far end of the hallway: two minutes, three at most, a short grunt from Esteban, not a single moan from her, and a silence that wasn’t love. Then my uncle’s snoring cut through the door as if the lock didn’t exist.

***

Liliana appeared ten minutes later wrapped in a white robe, hair loose and feet bare. Her face was flushed, but not from pleasure, from annoyance. She sat in the armchair facing us and poured herself a glass of red wine without saying a word.

—Is everything all right, Aunt? —I asked, knowing it wasn’t.

—Everything’s perfect —she replied, and took a long drink of wine.

Tobías stood up without a sound and went to where she was. He took the glass from her hand, set it on the table, and knelt in front of the chair. He didn’t speak. He put one hand on her knee and slid it up under the robe until he reached her thigh, and from there a little higher, until his knuckles brushed her cunt. Liliana jolted as if she’d touched a live wire.

—Tobías —she whispered—. Your uncle is right next door.

—Your uncle is snoring —I said, standing up too.

—Besides, he left you without a proper fuck —Tobías added, not taking his hand away from where it was—. It shows on your face.

Liliana looked toward the hallway. The bedroom door was ajar and Esteban’s snores came through, regular, deep. She closed her eyes for a second, opened them, looked at Tobías, then at me, and with the slightest nod of her chin she said yes. Tobías yanked open her robe, buried two fingers between her legs, and pulled them out shining. He ran them over her lips first, then sucked them himself.

—You’re soaked, Aunt —he said—. Soaked with frustration.

We lifted her out of the armchair and moved her to the big sofa. Tobías sat in the middle and settled her astride him. The robe fell open at the top: her breasts were fuller than I’d imagined, with dark nipples hard from the fan hanging from the ceiling. I grabbed them from behind with both hands, squeezed hard, and pinched her nipples until the first real moan of the night escaped her. Then I moved in against her back, lifted the fabric, and kissed her neck, right where her skin was prickling.

—Slowly —she said, as if asking permission from herself—. Please, slowly.

Tobías yanked down his shorts and pulled out his cock. It was hard and thick, pointing at the ceiling. Liliana looked down, bit her lip, and wrapped her hand around it. She pumped it up and down twice, gauging it, spat into her palm, and took it again. She started sucking him slowly while I kept working her neck.

—How long has it been since anyone really sucked your cock, cousin —she said, and without waiting for an answer she bent double and took him halfway into her mouth. Tobías threw his head back and swallowed a growl.

I watched from above, that grown-woman head bobbing up and down on my cousin’s dick, her tongue coiling around the head every time she pulled off to breathe. She grabbed Tobías’s cock with both hands and rammed it down her throat until tears sprang to her eyes.

***

Tobías was the first one inside her. He lifted her by the hair, sat her on him, and drove himself into her in one stroke. Liliana clung to his shoulders, swallowed a groan in her throat, and started moving up and down, first slowly, then harder and harder, her face buried in my cousin’s neck. I held the belt of her robe so she wouldn’t fall completely and ran my hand along her back until I found her nape. Her skin was burning.

—As quiet as you can, Aunt —I murmured in her ear.

—I’m trying —she answered, biting her lip—. It’s just been so long since anyone fucked me like this.

Every time Tobías lifted her by the hips and let her drop, all the way down onto his cock, a small, sharp sound escaped Liliana, an “ah” from a woman who can’t hold it in, which she herself cut off by clamping her teeth into my cousin’s shoulder. I’d been hard against her lower back for a while and she noticed. She reached back, felt me over my shorts, and squeezed. Then she tugged the elastic down without looking at me and set me free. She took it in one hand and squeezed my glans between thumb and forefinger until a drop leaked out.

—Come in front —she said, letting go of Tobías for an instant—. I want to see your face while I take it in my mouth.

I moved to the other side of the sofa. She kept riding my cousin but now I stood in front of her, level with her mouth. She grabbed me with both hands, stuck out her tongue, and licked me from balls to tip in one long sweep. Then she opened wide and took my whole cock inside without asking permission, until I felt it bump against the back of her throat. I felt her choke for a second, spit a thread of saliva over my balls, and settle herself again, finding my rhythm. Saliva ran down the corner of her mouth, wetting her chin and sliding down her chest to her nipple.

She stayed like that for several minutes. I stroked her hair and pulled away the strands sticking to her forehead, and from time to time I’d grab her head with both hands and push her deeper. Tobías held her by the hips from below and guided her, sinking all the way in each time, unhurried, pulling his cock all the way out so the tip could brush her clit before entering again to the hilt. My aunt didn’t stop moving once, but her eyes were closed, lost somewhere we weren’t going to reach. Twice I felt her mouth tighten all around my cock, and I knew she was coming without making a sound, riding atop my cousin.

***

—Wait —she said all of a sudden, pulling me out of her mouth and placing a hand on Tobías’s chest to make him stop—. Switch. I want something else.

We froze for a second, not understanding. Then she rearranged herself: she got on all fours over the back of the sofa, her face toward where I was standing and her ass raised toward my cousin. With both hands she spread her own ass cheeks, showing us everything, the swollen, glistening cunt, and the tight ass higher up. Then she took her hands to her back, joined her wrists, and left them there, as if asking to have them held.

—Fuck me hard —she said, and it was the first time that night she’d spoken out loud—. Don’t treat me like a little girl. Break me.

Tobías grabbed her wrists with one hand and pulled back, arching her spine. With the other he positioned himself and entered in one movement, balls deep. Liliana opened her mouth to scream and I shoved my fingers in before the sound could come out. She sucked the three fingers as if they were another cock. Then I replaced the fingers with me. She sucked me with a desperation I’d never known in a woman before that night, swallowing me whole every time Tobías drove into her from behind, letting herself be used like a toy between the two of us.

I grabbed her head with both hands and started moving, fucking her mouth to the same rhythm my cousin was fucking her cunt. I heard her choking, spitting saliva over the sofa back, breathing through her nose and opening her throat again to take me all the way. Tobías was punishing her from behind, slapping her ass every two or three thrusts. The red imprint of his hand stayed marked on her left cheek.

My uncle’s snoring kept cutting through the hallway. Sometimes it broke off, paused, and the three of us froze for a few seconds, my cock inside her, until Esteban settled himself in bed and started up again. The first time it happened, Liliana laughed through her nose, almost hysterical, with my cock still in her mouth. The second time she didn’t even flinch and went right back to sucking.

***

—Lift her —said Tobías, pulling out of her with his cock shiny to the base—. I want to do something.

He lifted her as if she weighed much less than she did and, before I could ask anything, he was already walking down the hallway with her in his arms. Liliana moved her head from side to side, frightened, and started tapping his shoulder softly.

—No, no, no —she said in a very low voice—. Don’t do that, please, don’t do that.

Tobías stopped right before the door to the master bedroom. He set her on the floor, against the frame, and looked at her without saying anything. I arrived behind them. My uncle was still on his back, one arm over his eyes and mouth open. The bathroom light that faced the hallway lit up half his face.

Liliana looked at her husband. Then she looked at me. Then she looked at Tobías. Three seconds, no more. And then she took off her robe on her own and threw it to the floor. She stood naked against the doorway, her tits red from how much we’d squeezed them, her cunt dripping down her inner thigh, and Tobías’s fingerprints on her hips.

***

Tobías lifted her again and made her cross her legs around his waist. I moved in behind her. Liliana didn’t say anything, she only breathed very hard through her nose and stared fixedly at her husband’s bed over my cousin’s shoulder. Tobías let her sink down carefully and she felt his cock enter her again to the hilt. She dug her nails into his back with such force that the marks stayed on him for days.

I kissed her nape, moved her hair aside, and set her hands against the wall. I spread her ass cheeks with both hands and spat between them. I ran the tip over her hole several times, pressing without entering, soaking it with saliva and with what was dripping from the front. Then I went in slowly, very slowly, pressing until I felt her ass open around me, millimeter by millimeter. Liliana bit the back of her hand when the tip slipped inside. She didn’t scream. But tears rolled down her cheeks and they weren’t from pain.

—If you want us to stop, we stop —I told her in her ear.

—Don’t stop —she answered, voice broken—. Put it all in me. Both of you.

I drove all the way in. I felt her tremble all over between the two of us, skewered front and back, our cocks meeting only just inside her, separated by a thin film of flesh. Tobías and I coordinated without speaking: when he pulled out, I went in, and when I pulled out, he rammed her from the front. Liliana could barely breathe. Mascara ran in two black trails down her face and she drooled on my cousin’s shoulder.

Esteban shifted in bed, turned over, and kept snoring. Liliana looked at him over her shoulder, my cock buried in her ass and Tobías’s in her cunt, laughed silently, and laid her forehead back against my cousin’s neck.

—It’s the first time —she murmured against Tobías’s skin—. The first time in my life anyone’s fucked me in the ass. And it’s here, with him next door.

***

The end came almost at the same time. Tobías held her against the door and I held her against him, and the three of us moved in a kind of clumsy, fast rhythm for minutes that seemed longer. The whole house creaked with my cousin’s hips pounding into her thighs. I grabbed her tits from behind and squeezed them until a shriek escaped her, one I had to smother by covering her mouth with my free hand.

Liliana bit the fabric of Tobías’s shoulder to keep from screaming when she felt herself come for the first time. I felt her ass contracting around my cock in long spasms, squeezing me in a way that left me no choice. The second time she came, she no longer cared about the noise and let out a long, rough moan against the frame of the bedroom door where her husband slept.

Tobías finished inside her, grunting low, emptying himself in my aunt’s cunt with three or four final thrusts that lifted her off the floor. I came immediately after, sinking to the root in her ass and unloading one stream after another inside. I felt my cum run down over my balls and along her thigh. Liliana let her head fall back against my shoulder and stayed like that for a few seconds, without opening her eyes, without saying anything, with both cocks still inside her and semen beginning to drip from both holes onto the hallway floor.

When we pulled out, carefully, him first and then me, her legs were shaking. Everything spilled out between her thighs, a thick white mixture that reached her knees. We both had to hold her up so she could stay standing.

—Take me to the bathroom —she asked in a whisper—. And then to the room, with him. Like this, full of the two of you.

We walked her to the bathroom. She splashed water on her face, rinsed her mouth, put a little water on her neck, and made a gesture for us to leave her alone for a minute. She didn’t clean herself down below. When she came out, she had her robe on again, but not tied, and the shine of semen was still visible on the inner side of her thigh. We took her to the bedroom door. Before going in, she looked at the two of us.

—This didn’t happen —she said.

—This didn’t happen —we both repeated, and each of us knew it was a lie.

She got into bed beside my uncle. We left her there, naked beneath the open robe, with the hair still wet at the ends and her cunt and ass full of us. We closed the door slowly.

***

We woke up around noon. Liliana was already in the kitchen making breakfast, in shorts and a tank top, like any other day. She had huge dark circles under her eyes, but she was made up, her hair done, perfect. She didn’t look at us when we came in. She served us coffee and toast without saying a word.

My uncle Esteban appeared scratching his belly, happy as a kid on Christmas.

—How I wore you out last night, huh, my love! —he said, and patted Liliana’s ass as he passed—. It’s been years since I made you scream like that.

Liliana stood still, coffee pot in hand. Tobías stared fixedly at the countertop. I focused on stirring the sugar in my cup for much longer than necessary.

—You were unstoppable, big guy —she finally answered, without turning around.

My uncle went out to the veranda and peeked at the pool, where Tobías and I were already seriously thinking about getting in to escape the kitchen heat. He saw us with red eyes and laughed.

—Don’t you two ever get tired, huh? —he shouted at us—. Why don’t you get yourselves some girlfriends in town so you’re not in my house fucking around all day?

Tobías and I didn’t answer. Liliana, from the kitchen, said out loud the only thing she was going to say about it:

—Leave the boys alone, Esteban. They already do enough putting up with you.

And she kept washing the pitcher as if nothing had happened.