My Brother Showed Up Unannounced and Nothing Was Ever the Same

Carolina and I had been living for two years in a dynamic that no couples’ manual accounts for. We discovered it almost by accident, on a summer dawn we still remember fondly, and since then we haven’t stopped exploring. Our encounters with my brother Esteban had become frequent, almost a routine: every fifteen days, either we’d see him, or Rodrigo, my buddy from way back.

What I’m going to tell happened on an ordinary Friday, with no plan in advance, no messages beforehand. My brother showed up at the door at nine at night looking like a drowned dog, with a bottle of wine under his arm.

—I was passing by —he said, shrugging.

I didn’t believe a syllable. Esteban lives thirty minutes away by car, in another neighborhood. Later we found out he’d argued with his wife and didn’t want to go home early. We didn’t ask either. We let him in, uncorked the bottle, and after the second glass Carolina already had that look I know far too well.

We had changed the room’s decor a few months earlier. Two mirrors: one vertical on the closet door, another horizontal on the side wall, right at bed height. The idea had been ours, mine and Carolina’s, and at first it was just a game between the two of us. But that night Esteban was going to debut them.

—You’ve both been pampered —he muttered when he came into the room and saw the double reflection.

Carolina didn’t give him time for more. She knelt in front of him, pulled down his pants calmly, and started sucking him off while looking at me. It was her way of including me from the very first minute: she knew seeing her like that left me breathless. I sat in the armchair in the corner, unzipped, and stroked myself slowly, unhurried, while I watched her open her mouth and take him all the way down to the base.

After a while, she lay back on the bed and Esteban settled on top of her. He entered her without preliminaries, with an urgency I had only seen the first time the three of us were together. I got up from the armchair and went around the bed from the foot, with my knees on the mattress, until I had their crotch at the height of my face.

My brother’s balls brushed my forehead every time he thrust. It was a sensation I had never experienced. My breathing sped up and I began kissing what little of Carolina’s sex was exposed, what Esteban’s cock wasn’t occupying. Without thinking, my free hand went to my brother’s ass and started caressing it.

What am I doing?

But I didn’t stop. I noticed that when he almost pulled his cock out, he left his ass raised and parted, offered up. As if he were waiting for a hand. As if he knew what was coming before I did.

I wet my middle finger with my own fluid and slowly ran it over his asshole. No sign of rejection. On the contrary: he stretched the moment out, stayed inside Carolina without moving, waiting. I pushed a little. The first section of the finger went in and my brother clenched, not to push me away, but to feel it better.

Carolina started moaning loudly. She was about to come. Esteban sped up, pressed his pelvis against hers, and unloaded everything inside while I kept my finger in there. He squeezed it like he wanted to rip it off me.

***

When he pulled out, he smiled at me with a mischief I’d never seen in him.

—Come here —Carolina told me, and asked me to lick her.

I settled over her in sixty-nine, me on top, her below. As soon as I started tasting her, I felt Esteban’s hands on my ass. He did the same thing I had done to him: caressed me slowly, spread me open, moistened my asshole with saliva. And then I felt another hand, Carolina’s, which after massaging my balls joined my brother’s.

It was the first time two people touched me there at the same time. I had tried once or twice alone, with enormous embarrassment, and I always finished too soon. That night the same thing happened: a finger of Esteban’s went in, no farther than the first knuckle, and I exploded in my wife’s mouth without having touched myself.

When we caught our breath, Carolina laughed softly.

—You kept that pretty quiet —she said—. I saw everything in the mirror.

Esteban looked at her sideways.

—Have you ever been fucked there? —he asked, pointing at her ass.

—Never —she answered, and turned to me—. We tried ages ago, but it hurt and we stopped.

—I’ll show you —my brother said—. You’re going to like it.

I asked him if he ever had. He thought about it, poured himself another drink, and started telling us. There was one year, in college, when he shared an apartment with our cousin Mateo in Rosario. Mateo was in his last year of high school, he was in second year of Engineering. A tiny apartment, two beds. Later Mateo’s family moved to Mendoza and they didn’t see each other as often.

—That year —Esteban said, without looking up from the glass— everything happened. He fucked me and I fucked him. I learned things I didn’t know existed.

Carolina’s eyes went wide. Mine too. My older brother, the one who never told anything about his intimate life, had just dropped a bomb without asking permission.

***

The arousal came back fast, driven by the alcohol and the confession. Carolina stood between us, and we were seated on the edge of the bed, and we started kissing and caressing her with four hands. Our palms kept drifting to her ass almost of their own accord.

—I’d like to meet Mateo —Carolina said, joking—. How well-endowed is he?

Esteban bit one of her cheeks.

—Forget it. We don’t share you. Right? —he asked me, looking at me.

I didn’t answer. I had my eyes nailed to what he was doing. He had opened Carolina’s cheeks with his thumbs and was slowly salivating her asshole, with the dedication of a diligent student. He asked her to lie on her side and bend her knees to leave the entrance open.

He slid in a finger. Then two. Then three. Carolina was breathing in short, broken bursts, half nerves, half want. He watched her with the concentration of a surgeon.

—Ass up —he told her.

Carolina obeyed. She got on all fours and her cheeks were exposed, spread, offering themselves to the side mirror that reflected the full image back. Esteban kept preparing her and I joined in. We worked our fingers in at the same time, alternating, never letting them dry. Both cocks, his and mine, were hard again and leaking. We used that to lubricate her.

I had never imagined being with my brother widening the ass of my wife. And yet, there I was. And it didn’t seem strange to me. It seemed the natural consequence of something that had been building for months.

I compared the two cocks discreetly. Esteban’s was noticeably thicker than mine. If he went in first, Carolina was going to suffer. I took my brother’s cock in my hand, rubbed it against my wife’s asshole to wet it well, and then lubricated myself. Esteban understood without my saying anything and stepped aside.

—You go first —he murmured—. Then me.

I positioned myself behind Carolina. I ran the head along the groove between her cheeks a couple of times to spread the lubricant, set the tip against her and pushed slowly.

—Easy —Esteban said beside me, masturbating slowly—. There, stop for a moment.

The head went in. I felt the heat, the tightness, the pressure. Carolina held her breath. I waited. Then I kept going, millimeter by millimeter, backing out and advancing a little more each time. Carolina let out a short complaint and I stopped. I stroked her back. I asked if she wanted me to stop. She shook her head and pushed back herself.

I went forward until I had buried it all the way inside her. I stayed there for a second, listening to her breathing, and then I started moving. Slowly at first, faster after that. My brother was caressing my ass while with the other hand he was rubbing Carolina’s clit. It was an improvised choreography and, nevertheless, perfect. I sped up. I drove in to the hilt, grabbed her hips with both hands, and unloaded inside with a long groan.

***

My brother took my place almost without waiting. He entered her in one motion and Carolina let out a cry, half pain, half surprise. His thick cock had disappeared completely. He pulled it almost all the way out, leaving her asshole open, with traces of my semen, and shoved it back in all the way before it could close. He repeated the motion several times, hypnotized.

—Look at this —he kept saying—. Look how it opens for him.

I went up to Carolina’s face and kissed her. I pointed to the side mirror so she could see herself. Her cheeks were red, her eyes shining. I stroked her sex, rubbed her clit, but she didn’t finish like that. I slid beneath her, my face against her crotch, and started licking her while I watched Esteban’s cock going in and out inches away.

Carolina pushed back to feel him deeper, and with my mouth working her above, she ended up screaming. Esteban came at the same time, inside her, and collapsed onto his side on the bed.

***

We rested the three of us lying down, sweating, without speaking. Carolina broke the silence.

—I want to watch you two.

Esteban and I looked at each other. We were both a little drunk already; a lot of time had passed since the first glass. I smiled, shrugged, and moved closer to him. My brother, perhaps because he was six years older, assumed the role: he rested his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down.

He knew what he wanted. I knelt in front of him. I had the cock I’d seen go into my wife so many times, and now I had it at mouth level. I touched it with my hand, brought it to my lips, and kissed it. I took the head in first. Seen from below, it looked even bigger.

I started sucking him slowly, then with more confidence. I felt him reach the back of my throat. My brother held my head with both hands, not forcing, setting the rhythm. I pulled off for a moment to breathe, looked at it closely —it was identical to mine but thicker— and put it back in.

Carolina knelt beside me and kissed my cheek, then my lips. She took the opportunity to kiss Esteban’s legs and belly too. When I took the cock out to rest my jaw, she kept sucking it for a while. My brother guided us, alternating between the two mouths, and in the end he came almost without warning. Some of it landed on my lips, some on Carolina’s. We squeezed his cock between the two of us until there was nothing left in it.

Carolina and I kissed, exchanging what each of us had in our mouths. Then the three of us stood up and the three of us kissed. It was the first time I had kissed another man on the lips. I could taste the bitterness, the warmth of Esteban’s body against mine, Carolina’s hands running over both of us.

—I’m missing —I said, and they both laughed.

I flung myself back on the bed and they settled in, one on each side. They began running their lips over my cock, from base to tip, and up above they met and kissed. Meanwhile, Carolina was masturbating Esteban with her free hand and he was fingering her. My brother sucked me so well I was about to come twice, and he had to let go and give Carolina his place so I wouldn’t finish too early.

When I finally exploded, it was in Esteban’s mouth. And he swallowed it all.

***

That dawn the three of us stayed huddled in the bed, the bathroom extractor fan light filtering through the half-open door. Before Esteban fell asleep, we made him promise one thing: next time, Carolina was going to watch us do sixty-nine, and maybe something more. And in exchange she would accept the sandwich, both cocks at the same time, one on top and one below. The hardest part —opening her ass for the first time— was already done. Only the rest was missing.

In the weeks that followed, while we waited for the next visit, I fucked Carolina many times through that hole the two of us had opened together. She liked it. One night I asked her, almost as a game, which cock she thought about when she touched herself. She thought for a second and said:

—Rodrigo’s.

—Why?

—Because he’s dark, thick, with a big head. Maybe because he’s fucked me fewer times and I have him fresher in my head.

—Could you take it back there?

She laughed.

—After the two of yours, I can take any of them.

I turned off the light thinking there was no way back now, and that I didn’t want one either.