My Father-in-Law Ordered Me to Watch What My Sister-in-Law Was Doing

The warning arrived on my phone a few days after my own encounter with Rafael. My father-in-law had installed a camera system all over Camila’s house—the villa belonging to my sister-in-law, the one her husband gave her for their anniversary—and, according to the rules he himself had imposed, I was supposed to connect every time I received the order.

That afternoon I switched on the screen and the kitchen appeared. Marble floors, a white countertop, a window facing the back garden. I recognized the space immediately: I had dined there many times.

Camila came in accompanied. The man with her was Rafael, another of our brothers-in-law, Lorena’s husband, whom I already mentioned in a previous story. She was wearing a long light-linen dress that did not look at all provocative at first glance, except for the way it clung to her hips and outlined her ass as she walked.

“Fancy a coffee, brother-in-law?” she asked from the counter.

And, lowering her voice, she added:

“Or do you prefer something else?”

Rafael looked at her without even trying to hide it. He swallowed before answering.

“I think I prefer something else.”

He walked toward her unhurriedly, as if he had been rehearsing that move for weeks. When he reached her, he wrapped one hand around her waist and slid the other over the small of her back. They kissed. It was not a kiss between in-laws. It was the kind that leaves a mark and a shared secret.

“What a fantastic ass you’ve got, sister-in-law,” he murmured against her mouth.

Camila laughed. Rafael slowly started hiking up the hem of her dress, as if he wanted to prolong the moment. The fabric rose above her knees, then up her thighs, and in the end revealed a tiny pair of almost transparent panties.

“You’ve definitely got an ass to die for,” he said, stroking her bare skin.

“You’re the one worth eating, brother-in-law,” she replied without pulling away.

And I, on the other side of the screen, felt the first throb in my lower belly.

He shifted his hand and lifted the fabric until her breasts were bare. Camila wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were small, firm, with her nipples already hardened. Rafael leaned down and circled them with his tongue, one first and then the other. She tipped her head back.

“You’re touching everything and I still haven’t touched anything,” she complained.

She brought her hands to his chest, lifted his T-shirt, and ran her palms over his abdomen.

“You take care of yourself, little brother-in-law. You can tell you go to the gym.”

She moved down to his belt, undid it with two quick motions, and, without taking off his trousers, freed Rafael’s cock. She did it with the ease of someone who already knows the way.

“What a monster you’ve got,” she said, laughing. “Lorena must be very satisfied.”

She started stroking him slowly, looking him in the eyes. He held out for a couple of minutes before asking for what he had been asking for with his gaze.

“Sister-in-law, I’m dying to eat your pussy. Take off your panties.”

She obeyed without stopping smiling. She let them fall to the floor, onto the cold tiles. Rafael crouched down and spread her legs. The counter was too high for that angle, so he took her by the waist and lifted her up. Camila ended up sitting there, thighs open. He knelt between them.

“You eat it so well, brother-in-law,” she panted as soon as she felt the tongue. “I’m jealous of Lorena.”

Rafael’s tongue worked with the patience I knew very well. He ate pussy the way others recite poetry: every inch had its pause. Camila began to tremble. Her moans grew louder. She closed her legs around her brother-in-law’s head and pulled his hair when she came. It took her several seconds to let go.

***

She got down from the counter with her knees still weak and knelt in front of him. She took his cock into her mouth as if she had been thinking about it for hours. Rafael braced his hands on the edge of the counter and tipped his head back.

“I want to fuck you now,” he said after a while. “And I want to do it here, in the kitchen.”

She stood up, took her dress off completely, and leaned over the counter. She lifted one leg and rested her foot on a wooden stool. Her pussy was exposed, glistening.

“I’m at your disposal, brother-in-law,” she said, turning her head over her shoulder.

Rafael entered her in one thrust, from behind. Camila cried out. It wasn’t a cry of pain. It was the shock that pleasure causes when it arrives faster than you expected.

“Do you fuck your wife like this?” she asked between gasps.

“With Lorena, it’s all very monotonous,” he answered without stopping his movements. “I’d been wanting to fuck a woman like you for months.”

I, in front of the screen, had already lost the battle. One hand was inside my pants and my eyes were fixed on the way Camila’s back arched with every thrust.

“Pick me up,” she suddenly asked.

Rafael didn’t need telling twice. Without pulling out, he lifted her by the thighs. She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. He held her against his body and thrust upward. It was an exhausting position. After a few minutes, Camila asked him to put her back on the counter. He sat down beside her, both of them leaning against the tiles. She spread her legs and he entered her again in a nearly acrobatic posture.

“I want to ride you,” she said after that.

She stood up, positioned herself on top, and slowly lowered her weight. She started moving, first up and down, then in circles. Her ass rose and fell with a rhythm that didn’t belong to a beginner.

“My love, doing it here in the kitchen is so wild,” she panted after a while, “but we’re both a bit tired. What if we keep going on the sofa?”

She took his hand and led him into the living room. The camera followed the scene: the main lens was on the ceiling, facing the television.

Camila sat him on the sofa, knelt between his legs, and put his cock back in her mouth. Her tongue moved up and down with a technique she had learned somewhere. Rafael got hard again immediately.

“Well then, brother-in-law,” she said, pulling it out of her mouth with a wet sound, “back to work.”

She climbed on top and rode him again. This time the difference was obvious: the sofa was more comfortable, she moved more freely, the moans were deeper. She had two orgasms in a row, one after the other. When Rafael warned that he was about to come, she got down, knelt, and took him into her mouth in time. He held her head with both hands. He came down her throat without warning twice. Camila didn’t let go until she made sure not to lose a single drop.

“What a river you let loose,” she said, wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb. “You’ve got a divine cock.”

She took it back into her mouth, this time to clean the remains off with her tongue. And, once it was clean, she still didn’t let go. She kept sucking him while he caught his breath.

“Little sister-in-law, you’re an exceptional fuck,” Rafael said. “Your husband is very lucky, even if he is a cuckold. But I’ve got a fancy.”

“What is it?”

“I want to fuck you in the ass.”

She laughed loudly.

“Goodness, brother-in-law. I didn’t take you for that kind of taste. But since I’m as much of a slut as I am, here you have my ass.”

She got on all fours on the sofa. Rafael positioned himself behind her. He entered her slowly, unhurriedly. Camila moaned with a new intensity. She had several orgasms before he came inside her.

The screen cut off abruptly.

***

The next warning came three days later. This time the camera took me to the garden. The pool at my in-laws’ villa, the one that wraps around the freshly cut grass. Camila was lying on a lounger in a tiny bikini, sunbathing. Her hips had white marks where the fabric had stopped the tan.

A man arrived. He must have been in his late fifties, linen suit, dark glasses. I recognized him because my father-in-law had mentioned him two or three times during dinner: it was Andrés, one of his most important business contacts. My father-in-law had called him “the key piece” in the latest contract.

“Andrés,” Camila said without getting up, “you know you’re a crucial partner for us. We want you to feel very comfortable.”

She lowered her voice a couple of tones.

“Anything you fancy, you only have to ask for it with that little mouth.”

Andrés got nervous. He loosened his collar. He said nothing, but his silence was more eloquent than any answer.

“I think I know what you fancy,” she said. “And I’m going to give it to you.”

She got up from the lounger, walked over to him, and before he could react, knelt down on the grass. She pulled down his zipper, took out his cock, and put it in her mouth with the same ease with which she had knelt down. Andrés groaned. It took him a few seconds to speak again.

“You suck it so well,” he said, resting a hand on the back of her neck. “Not even my secretary does it that well.”

Camila pulled back for a moment, smiled, and went back to work. After a while she asked, without taking it out completely:

“Does your secretary suck you off or does she do something more?”

“She does everything for me,” he answered.

“Well, me too.”

She stood up, untied the top of her bikini, and let it fall onto the grass. Then, without any theatrics, she took off the bottom. She went back to the lounger, lay down, and spread her legs. The midday light hit her body straight on.

“I’m all yours,” she said.

Andrés let his swim trunks drop and came over. His cock was harder than his age suggested. He entered her without warning.

“Your secretary is so lucky,” Camila panted, “to enjoy this monster and get paid on top of it.”

He laughed without stopping his movements. The lounger creaked. The sun beat against the backrest. My sister-in-law’s moans floated across the garden as if she didn’t care whether anyone heard them. After a good while, she asked for a change of position. He sat down, she climbed on top. She offered him her breasts. Andrés sucked them and squeezed them with both hands.

Camila came three times in a row. Her face contracted differently each time. When Andrés warned that he was about to come, she got down, knelt in front of him, and stroked his cock with both hands until a thick stream landed on her cheek. She received it with her eyes closed and her mouth open.

***

They rested for a while on the same lounger. Andrés kept stroking her breasts.

“I love your tits.”

“They’re tiny.”

“But gorgeous.”

“Do you want to keep going?”

He nodded. Camila slid her hand down to his cock, massaged it until it woke back up, and put it back in her mouth. On the other side of the screen, I hadn’t taken my fingers out of my cunt since the first blowjob.

With his cock hard again, Andrés slipped one finger between her legs while she kept sucking.

“You know how to please a woman,” said Camila, lifting her head. “Your secretary is very lucky.”

“She’s warmed up now,” he replied. “I think it’s time for another visit to your cunt.”

He laid her down again, spread her open, and entered her once more. This time she moaned louder. He bent over her body and whispered in her ear:

“I don’t think Vicente has any idea what kind of slutty daughter-in-law he has. If he did, he wouldn’t use her to do business.”

Camila smiled without opening her eyes. She came again. And again. Andrés kept moving until he came up with his last idea.

“I’d love to fuck you in the ass.”

“Do you do that to your secretary too?”

“Of course.”

“Then I’m not going to be any less.”

She bent over the lounger, lifted her hips, and offered him her ass on display. Andrés didn’t hesitate. He entered her from behind in one single thrust. My sister-in-law, far from pulling away, pushed back toward him. She was used to it. You could tell from every movement.

After a while she asked him to switch positions. He sat down. Camila climbed on top and slowly lowered her weight until the cock slid in again, this time through the back entrance. She rode him with the same technique she had used on Rafael on the sofa three days earlier.

“You’ve got a fantastic ass to fuck,” Andrés said.

“Thank you, my love,” she answered without stopping moving. “It’ll be yours whenever you want it. As long as you stay loyal to my family’s companies, of course.”

She smiled as she said it. She said it like someone signing a contract.

He came a few minutes later. The screen switched off instantly. The camera, I assumed, had done the recording my father-in-law needed.

I stayed sitting in my living room, with sticky fingers and one question spinning round and round in my head: when would it be my turn in front of that camera, and for which partner.