My Cousin Came From the Country and Everything Changed That Night

That Sunday I went to my parents’ house for lunch without warning them. When I crossed the living room I saw two women I had never seen before, sitting on the edge of the sofa as if asking permission to be there. My mother stood up at once.

—Damián, let me introduce you to your aunt Marisol and your cousin Brenda. They’re from the ranch, so you don’t know them, but they’re family.

—Nice to meet you —I said, shaking their hands.

—Are you the eldest? —the aunt asked with a shy smile.

—The eldest and the best-looking —I replied.

They both laughed, though the cousin barely lifted her face. Her lower lip was split and her right cheek was purple, as if someone had slapped her hard a few hours earlier. I kept looking at her for a second too long.

—Son, it’s so good you came —my mother said—. I need to ask you a favor. Can you put Brenda up in your apartment for a few weeks?

—Why? What happened?

—Her father beat her —Aunt Marisol answered, her voice breaking—. He wanted to force her to work at the town cantina so he could take her wages and drink them away. I don’t know what to do anymore, nephew. If I leave her there, one day they’ll send her back to me in worse shape.

—Just a few weeks —my mother insisted—. Until your aunt finds a way to get rid of the bastard and rent her a room.

I thought of Camila, my girlfriend. She was leaving for Toronto for three weeks for a work course. The coincidence felt almost made to order.

—Sure, no problem. Just a heads-up: I only have one bed. Your cousin can sleep on the couch for now.

—Oh, mijo, thank you —the aunt said, squeezing both my hands—. As soon as I can send that drunk son of a bitch to hell, I’ll take her back with me.

When Brenda got up to go into the dining room, I understood why her father wanted to exploit her. She barely reached my shoulder; she couldn’t have been much over five foot three. She had heavy tits that her sweater couldn’t quite contain and wide hips inside a worn-out pair of jeans. Her face contradicted her body: round, freckled, with eyes far too large for her twenty-three years. Despite the bruising, she smiled like a girl who didn’t know she was being watched.

***

The drive to the apartment was short. She carried a small backpack and a cloth bag with two folded dresses.

—Everything’s so nice here, cousin —she said when I opened the door—. And tidy.

—I live alone. If I leave a mess, nobody cleans it up for me.

—Sorry for the inconvenience. I didn’t mean to land on you like this.

—Relax. You’re family.

I showed her where to put her things, gave her the Wi-Fi password and the Netflix password. That night I took her to eat burgers at a little place near the park. Brenda laughed with her mouth full, talked little about her father and a lot about a dog she had left back at the ranch. I listened and tried not to think about how her nipples showed under her blouse every time she breathed deeply.

***

Back at the apartment I told her I was going to shower. Since I live alone, I almost never lock the bathroom door. I was just taking off my clothes when I heard the click of the handle. Brenda came in wrapped in a white towel, distracted, looking down at the floor.

The shock made her drop the towel.

I saw her all at once. Thick nipples, dark, already hard. A patch of fine hair between her legs. The pale skin of her stomach and a tiny mole just below her navel. I didn’t have time to cover myself. My cock got hard before I could speak.

—I’m sorry, I didn’t lock it —I said, bringing both hands to my crotch with little success.

—No, I’m sorry, I assumed you’d left —she answered, not bending to pick up the towel.

—If you want, you can shower first, I’ll wait.

—Or we can shower together? —she said, and her tone was not that of a little girl.

—Brenda, we’re cousins.

—We already saw each other. It doesn’t matter.

And she stepped into the shower before I could refuse.

The hot water made her close her eyes. I got in behind her. For a moment we didn’t touch; I only heard her broken breathing.

—Don’t be nervous —she said, with her back to me—. I asked for this because I’ve never seen a naked man. My mother never let me have a boyfriend.

—I don’t believe you. With your face and your body, somebody must have tried.

—They tried. My father ran them off with a beating.

She handed me the bar of soap and asked me to lather her up. I started with her back, moved down to the top of her ass. She shifted her hips back just a millimeter, enough for me to understand. Then she turned around and looked at me.

—Can I touch it? I’ve never touched one.

—Go ahead.

She grabbed my cock with her right hand. With her left she found mine and took it to her cunt. I ran my fingers over the lips. She let out a held breath, almost a moan.

—It feels hard. And big.

She gave a nervous laugh, rinsed herself off, and stepped out of the shower, leaving me with the water and my blood everywhere but my head.

***

I told her to take the bed and I’d sleep on the couch. She agreed without arguing. It was hard to close my eyes. Brenda was three meters away, in my bed, after making it very clear what she wanted. I was about to get up when I heard her bare feet on the parquet floor.

—Cousin, it’s cold. Come lie down with me.

—It’s nothing. I’ve slept in my car.

—Come on. I don’t want you to get sick.

She was wearing short shorts and a loose white T-shirt. Her nipples showed through in the hallway light. I followed her.

We lay down back to back. A few minutes later I felt her turn over and wrap her arms around me from behind. My cock got hard again. Her hand slid over the pajama bottoms and started squeezing slowly.

—Do you want to keep going? —I asked.

—Yes —she whispered.

I turned her toward me and kissed her. At first the kisses were clumsy, then deep. I lifted her T-shirt and took out her tits. They were heavier than they looked, and when I bit her right nipple she jolted and clung to the back of my neck. I went down with my hand, slipped my fingers under her shorts, and found her wet. I stroked her until she started moving against my hand without bothering to hide it.

—I want to give myself to you —she said very softly—, but nobody can know.

—Trust me.

I took off her shorts. I spread her legs and went down with my tongue. She tasted like something clean and new, and she twisted every time I played with her clit. She grabbed my hair, guided me without asking permission, and suddenly I understood that the shyness of the first day was only a thin layer.

I sat up and brought my cock to her mouth.

—Suck me.

She tried awkwardly. I showed her how, where to squeeze, where to relax. In two minutes she was sucking me like she’d been practicing against a pillow for weeks. I almost came in her mouth.

I lay her on her back. I put my cock between her tits and started moving. She squeezed them with both hands and stared with her mouth slightly open, as if she couldn’t believe this was happening under her borrowed roof.

I took a jar of oil from the drawer, poured some over my cock, and rubbed the tip against her lips. I entered slowly, halfway. Then I pushed. I felt something give inside her and saw the faint stain on my skin when I pulled out. She closed her eyes and clenched her jaw.

—Wait —she said.

I stopped. I kissed her neck, her collarbones, her nipples. When her body stopped tightening, I went in again. This time she moaned low, and then she moaned louder.

—Like that, cousin —she said—. More.

—Bite your nipples —I ordered.

She had plenty of tits to reach them herself. She did it with her eyes closed.

I put her ankles on my shoulders. I fucked her harder. I kissed the soles of her feet, bit her heels, kept setting a rhythm that got into her moans. Then I leaned down and bit both nipples at once. She let out a long cry.

We switched. She got on top. She started rocking back and forth and ended up bouncing on me, her tits slapping against my face. I grabbed her ass to match her rhythm. I laid her on her side and took her from behind, holding her whole body, kissing her mouth while I stayed inside.

I couldn’t hold out any longer. I pulled out and sat on her chest. She squeezed her tits together and jerked me three times with them. I came in thick waves that spilled onto her neck, her cheek, her nipples. I lay there on my side, breathless.

—That was delicious —she said.

—For me too.

We went back to the shower. We did it again, standing up, against the tiles. Then we slept wrapped around each other, naked, with streetlight filtering through the half-closed blinds.

***

The next morning she woke me with a kiss. She had made eggs, refried beans, and pot coffee. We ate in silence, smiling now and then as if we shared a secret we could no longer get out of.

—Can we do it again today? —she asked.

—Every night you want. But between us, okay?

—Don’t worry, cousin.

That afternoon we went for a walk looking for tacos and ran into a sex shop. Brenda stopped in front of the window like she’d found a toy store.

—Can we go in?

—Let’s go.

She scanned every shelf with wide eyes. She stopped in front of a maid costume and looked at me over her shoulder.

—If I buy it for you, will you wear it?

—Yes.

The clerk explained what a device she pointed at with curiosity was for. It was to prepare the anus before anal sex. She nodded, looked at me, and asked me to buy that too. I didn’t ask anything.

***

Back at the apartment she sat me on the sofa and locked herself in the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later she came out in the tiny skirt, white stockings, and the blouse that wouldn’t close over her chest. She knelt between my legs, freed my cock from my pants, and started sucking it without preamble.

Then she climbed on top of me, trapped me between her knees, and took out her tits. She pulled a small jar of Nutella from the apron pocket she had taken from the kitchen, smeared her nipples with two fingers, and brought them to my mouth. I licked the chocolate until only the saliva stain remained on her skin.

She grabbed my cock and made me follow her to the bedroom.

—I want you to fuck me in the ass —she said—. Only you.

She got on all fours and lifted her hips. I poured oil on her ass, spread it around, slipped in one finger, then two. She relaxed, moaned low. I stroked her back with my other hand until she stopped tensing up.

I rubbed the tip against her asshole and pushed slowly. She screamed and stayed still. I waited. I kissed the back of her neck, fingered her clit with my free hand, and started moving in small thrusts.

—Do you want me to stop?

—It hurts, but don’t stop.

I gave her a soft slap on the ass. I picked up the pace little by little, always with my hand on her clit. The moans turned into panting and the panting into short screams. I turned her over, laid her on her back, put her ankles on my shoulders, and went in again. This time with more confidence. I bit the soles of her feet, her heels, her calves. She tensed her legs, gave a long cry, and soaked the sheets under both of us. I didn’t ask what it was. I kept going until I emptied myself inside her. When I came out, she ran one finger along the edge of my cock, gathered up a little semen, and put it in her mouth.

—I’m yours —she said with her legs still trembling—. But as cousins, okay? As cousins.

***

Brenda stayed with me for almost a month. She cooked, cleaned, and waited for me with dinner on the table. We fucked every night and tried new positions. When we weren’t fucking, we slept in each other’s arms, and when it was hot, we slept naked. Some mornings I woke up with her warm mouth around my cock; other times I was the one who pulled down her panties and rubbed the tip against her ass until she turned over and rode me with her tits falling onto my face.

Aunt Marisol eventually managed to get a room, but Brenda no longer wanted to go back to the village. I talked to a friend who manages a car dealership and asked him to hire her as a receptionist. I sent him a photo.

—No shit, this is your cousin? —he texted me.

—The same one.

—Damn, send her over. Those tits are enough to make anyone want her.

Brenda got a job there. She always wears a short skirt and a tight blouse, open shoes or flats. Her coworkers throw themselves at her like wolves and she smiles without much interest. Convincing her mother to let her stay with me officially would have been easy, but I decided not to raise suspicions: Camila was coming back any day now.

Even so, some afternoons I go pick her up at the dealership. I see her come out in her office outfit and I can’t even make it through the car ride thinking about how I’m going to open her blouse as soon as I close the apartment door. I take her to her new room and fuck her in the ass, the way she likes best. Then I leave her asleep and go home to Camila, pretending the day was normal.