My Cousin Forced Me to Choose Between Her and My Girlfriend

Several weeks went by, and I had to admit that what I felt for Camila was becoming something different from what I’d expected at first. To anyone looking at us from the outside, we were the perfect couple. I had already taken her to my parents’ house—a move that left Daniela refusing to open her legs for me for a whole week, locked in a silent tantrum—and she had sat me down at a table with her uncles and brothers, who treated me as if at last some decent man had noticed their girl.

When we started dating, Camila’s flirtatious gestures with half the campus were impossible to ignore. At first I didn’t care, because for me she was only a perfect alibi. But month by month, that attitude faded. She stopped looking for excuses to touch other people, stopped answering late-night messages. Something had changed in her and, without noticing it, in me too.

On the last night of the punishment Daniela had imposed on me, while I was lying tangled up with Camila after a longer and gentler session than usual, she decided to say it out loud.

—I love you, Mateo.

I remembered the first time I entered Daniela, on a lonely beach south of Punta Aguada, when she told me those exact same words between the waves. A woman’s declaration of love is the most intoxicating drug I know. A warmth flooded my chest that I couldn’t hide.

—Me too, babe. You drive me crazy —I told her, turning my face to kiss her.

The kiss grew long and she climbed on top of me, her tits hanging over my mouth. I sucked each nipple one by one, biting them until she moaned, while she searched for my cock with her hand and took it, hard and wet. She sat down on it in one go, took it all, and started moving slowly, mouth open.

—Fuck me good, daddy, give it all to me —she whispered, resting her forehead against mine.

I grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted and lowered her at the rhythm I wanted, feeling the condom fill with her wetness. I licked her neck, bit her shoulder, told her she was mine, that I loved her, that I wanted to fill her, and she answered every thrust with a “yes, daddy, yes.” When I felt her trembling inside, I turned her around, laid her face down, and lifted her ass. I spread her with my thumbs and shoved into her again in one stroke, watching how her cunt swallowed me whole every time. I slapped her ass until it turned red, pulled her hair, and when I came inside the condom with three dry, hard thrusts, it was the first time in many years that Daniela wasn’t in my head.

We lay there in each other’s arms, watching the ceiling fan spin.

—Hey, babe —she said, tracing circles on my chest with her fingertip—. What if…?

—What if what? —I answered when I saw she wasn’t finishing the sentence.

—We’ve been together almost six months. I haven’t been with anyone else. Have you?

I felt a chill crawl up my spine. The truth was going to sink everything we were building. I decided to lie.

—Never, Cami. Only yours.

—I was thinking that, if we’re both exclusive, we could ditch the condom.

It took me a moment to process what she had just proposed.

—Are you sure?

—Yes. I want to feel my boyfriend enter me without anything in between. I want you to come inside. I want to feel your hot cum filling me up.

The idea made me hard again, but guilt started tightening too. Daniela came back like an echo in my mind.

—I’d love that, my love. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks, but I didn’t dare tell you. And what about pregnancy?

—I’ve had an IUD since I was eighteen. My mom took me to the gynecologist. I’m covered.

I wanted to enter her right then and there, no brakes, but something forced me to hold back.

—Before we start this new stage, what do you think about both of us getting tested for STDs? So we can go in with confidence, without any shadows —I suggested, weighing every word.

Camila fell silent for a couple of seconds. I saw a trace of wounded pride in her expression. Then she nodded.

—Okay. When do we go?

—Tomorrow. There’s a lab on Ramírez Avenue that sends the results by email in the afternoon. If everything comes back clean, we’ll break it in that same night.

—All right, babe.

We fell asleep naked with the window open. It was the middle of a heat wave.

***

My parents were thrilled with the relationship. Camila stayed over without anyone raising an eyebrow. It was strange and comforting at the same time not having to hide anything: walking around, kissing in the elevator, eating with her family on any Sunday. It was the kind of life I’d always dreamed of. Only I’d dreamed it with Daniela.

The tests came back negative. Inside, I felt stupidly lucky. Camila’s history before me was not exactly a short book, and even though I thought I was falling in love, I couldn’t completely ignore what I’d heard in the hallways for years. But there we were, both clean, both in the clear, both with the night ahead of us.

We decided to spend it at her place. Her parents had gone to a medical conference out of town. We poured red wine into glasses no one had ever used and started kissing on the couch.

—I love you, Cami —I said as I pulled off her blouse.

—I love you too, babe. Hurry up. I need you inside me.

I noticed the difference between what each of us wanted that night. I was going for something slow, romantic, almost solemn, some kind of ceremony. Camila, on the other hand, had spent months waiting to feel skin without barriers and wasn’t willing to wait one more minute. I didn’t want to disappoint her.

I stripped off in a few quick movements, carried her to her room, and dropped her onto the bed. I yanked off her pants and panties in one pull and spread her legs wide open. Her pussy was pink, swollen, already shining with wetness. I lowered my face and ran my tongue all the way from her ass to her clit, and she let out a long moan, grabbing my hair. I licked her slowly, tracing letters with the tip of my tongue, slipping two fingers inside her and curling them against the inner wall. When I sucked her clit, her feet arched and she clamped my head between her thighs.

—Put it in already, daddy, I can’t take it anymore —she begged.

I grabbed her jaw and shoved three fingers into her mouth so she’d wet them. She sucked them while staring into my eyes, like a slut. Then I climbed up, grabbed my cock, and rubbed it against her lips, wetting it in her juices, teasing the tip at her entrance without pushing all the way in.

—Don’t do that to me, asshole, put your dick in me —she moaned.

I drove it in with one thrust, all the way to the hilt. When I entered her, I felt something I had never felt with her before. The heat was different, the friction was different, the flesh gripping me without rubber in between made me lose track of time. I froze for a second, feeling her pulse around my cock.

—Spit in my mouth —she suddenly asked.

—What? —I opened my eyes, surprised.

—Spit on me.

I’d never done that with Daniela, or with anyone. It struck me as strange, and yet I obeyed. I gathered saliva and let it drop between her parted lips. She swallowed it without closing her mouth, then stuck out her tongue so I could see nothing was left.

—Like that, daddy —she murmured—. Slap my tits.

—Cami…

—Do it. Fuck me. Make me yours. Fill me up. I’ve been waiting for this for months.

That’s when I understood Camila had a much darker side than I’d suspected. I didn’t stop. I slapped her tits with my open palm, watching them bounce with each shove. Her nipples went hard as rocks and she arched her back, asking for more. I grabbed one breast whole and squeezed it until she complained, while I fucked her deep, pulling my cock almost all the way out to shove it back in with a jerk.

—Choke me —she said after that.

That woman was even crazier than I’d imagined, and I was even crazier for fitting every order in as if it had been my idea. I put my right hand on her neck and pressed with my fingers at the sides, not cutting off her air but marking her flesh. Her eyes went glassy and a stupid smile spread across her mouth. Every demand of hers made me swell even more inside her.

I turned her over, put her on all fours, and grabbed her hips. I took her from behind, staring at that perky ass, watching my cock go in and out covered in her juices, shining. I wet my thumb with saliva and pressed it to her ass, pushing slowly without actually putting it in. She shoved her ass back against me, asking for more.

—Put it in, put it in there too —she panted.

I sank it in up to the knuckle while I kept fucking her with my cock. Camila screamed and flattened herself against the pillow, biting it. I pulled her hair until I forced her to raise her face and whispered in her ear all the filthy things my body was asking for: that she was my slut, that I was going to fill her, that I was going to fuck her whenever and wherever I wanted. She answered, “yes, daddy, yes, I’m yours, I’m your slut.”

—Don’t stop, don’t stop… —her voice broke and I felt her whole body close around mine. Her pussy contracted in spasms, squeezing my cock in pulses that took me to the edge.

—Come inside, daddy. Fill me already —she ordered, her voice ruined.

I obeyed again. I grabbed her hips and slammed her against me while I came in long waves. I felt each burst leave the tip of my cock and spill inside her, mixing with whatever she had already let go. Emptying myself into Camila, with nothing in between, was an experience unlike any other. I’d spent the whole day imagining it. When I finally felt myself blending with her, something settled in my chest in a way I didn’t want to analyze. I didn’t pull out until I was completely limp. I wanted to stretch the sensation as long as possible, to feel my own cum soaking the walls of her cunt.

When I finally moved aside, I stared at her sex for a few seconds, watching what I’d left inside start to slide back out, white and thick, running down her perineum to the sheets. I lowered my face and licked the opening, collecting my own cum mixed with her juices, then went up to kiss her so she could taste it. She swallowed everything with her eyes closed. She pulled me by the arm and we held each other in silence. That night we fucked until the walls of the room blurred for me: I took her from the side again, then she rode me and rode me until she wrung another orgasm out of me in her mouth, and at dawn I woke her by putting it in her from behind again, half asleep, to empty myself a third time. I went home on Sunday morning, irritated, exhausted, and with a stupid grin on my face.

***

If things with Camila were going up, things with Daniela were falling apart. The following week we only saw each other once at our usual hotel, and more out of inertia than desire. I fucked her with her back against the wall, her legs wrapped around my waist, and I came inside her hard, but somewhere in the middle I closed my eyes and what I saw was Camila. Daniela read something on my face I still hadn’t even admitted to myself.

—What’s going on with you, cousin? —she asked while getting dressed, her tone sharp.

I couldn’t stand the guilt and told her.

—You’re a pig, Mateo. A liar. You promised me —she shouted through tears.

I tried to hug her and she slapped me clean across the face. She left the hotel on foot, without looking back. I searched the whole area for her, went by her house, sent her twenty messages. Nothing. Two hours later she replied on WhatsApp with a short line: “Come back to the hotel.”

When I went in, she was no longer the broken Daniela from the afternoon. She was someone else. A version I had never seen before, sitting in the desk chair with her legs crossed and a smile I didn’t like.

—Sit down, my love —she said softly.

I sat down. Naively, I thought she was going to forgive me, that she would remember that the Camila alibi had been her idea, that she would hold me like so many times before.

She put music on the speaker and started undressing in front of me, slowly, until she was left in her panties.

—Take them off me —she ordered.

I knelt between her legs and pulled the fabric down with my teeth. When I lowered her panties to her ankles, I got the worst shock of my life. From her open pussy dripped another man’s semen, a thick thread running down the inside of her thigh. The smell of another man hit me in the face.

—What did you do, Daniela? —my voice came out broken.

—The same as you —she answered without blinking—. While you were emptying yourself inside your little girlfriend, I let Tomás fill me to the very last corner. Twice. Once in the cunt and once in the mouth. I swallowed it all, cousin.

Jealousy burned my face. I had not a single argument. She kept going, weighing every word as if she’d written them down beforehand. She spread her legs wider and parted her cunt lips with two fingers, showing me the mess inside.

—See how he left me? I still have his warm cum inside. Do you love me, cousin?

—Of course I love you, Dani. I want to be with you always.

—Prove it. Prove that nothing gets between us. Enter me even if I’m already occupied. Put yourself in the same cunt where he came. Mix everything up with your cock.

I got up from the chair. The scene was grotesque, and yet it didn’t kill the desire. It multiplied it. My cock got harder than ever, throbbing against my pants. If that was the game, I wasn’t going to lose. I yanked my pants down, grabbed her hair, lifted her from the chair, and pushed her onto the bed. I spread her legs and stared for a second at her cunt dripping another man.

I shoved into her without thinking twice, in one hard thrust, all the way in. I felt my cock slide in with obscene ease, slick with Tomás’s semen. The sound was wet, filthy, and it drove me insane. I fucked her with the same force I’d used on Camila. Each thrust brought out white foam around my dick, traces of the other man that I was pushing back out with my own pounding.

—Like that, cousin, like that, wipe him out with your dick —she moaned, clutching the sheets—. Show that cunt who’s boss.

I slapped her chest with my open palm, leaving the red mark of my fingers. I squeezed her neck with my other hand until her eyes watered. I spat in her face and she stuck out her tongue to catch the saliva. There was something primal in what I was doing, something that had more to do with marking territory than with any pretty idea of love. I put her on all fours and took her from behind again, grabbing her hair like reins, watching my cock come out coated in another man’s cum and sink back into her.

—Tell me I’m the only one who fills you, tell me —I growled in her ear.

—You, daddy, only you, your cum is the one I want inside me, his was just to provoke you —she moaned, squeezing her cunt around me.

I left everything I had inside her, as if I wanted to cover Tomás’s trace with my own. I warned the end with a growl and came with my face pressed against her back, biting her shoulder until I left the shape of my teeth. I felt every burst come out in anger, mixing with the other man’s inside her. She clamped her legs around my waist so I wouldn’t move, squeezing me dry to the last drop.

When I pulled out, my cock was dripping with a whitish mix from both men. Daniela slipped her hand between her legs, scooped up a little of that mixture with two fingers, and brought it to her mouth without taking her eyes off me. Then she was once again the sweet cousin I had fallen in love with at fifteen, that endless summer at the lake house.

—Now I know you really love me —she murmured, stroking my cheek—. But understand one thing: if I have to share you with that other girl, you’re going to share me with Tomás. Until you decide to do things properly.

—What are you talking about?

She lifted her left hand and moved the ring finger in the air, without saying a word.

—Ask me, idiot. Make me your woman for real. It’s what we planned from the first year. That’s it, the time has come. If not, I’m going to keep seeing Tomás and I’m going to let him finish inside me every time. After all, in front of everyone, he’s my boyfriend.

I swallowed hard. Daniela was serious. There was no irony in her face. I hadn’t finished college, hadn’t even faced the final exams, and, more complicated still, what I felt for Camila wasn’t going to come apart because of a ring on another hand.

I promised myself I’d take a few days to think about it and that, meanwhile, I’d keep enjoying both bodies separately. And if luck smiled on me, maybe one day at the same time.