My Sister Came to Visit and They Caught Us

It’s my mother, four sisters, and me. She raised us on her own since we were kids, in a small house where there was never much room but never any shortage of love either. With Valeria, the second of the four, things started in a way I never saw coming and then could no longer ignore. That was years ago, long before she married Sebastián, an engineer who spends long stretches working on projects outside the country. They live in a coastal city, five hours from here by car. They have a four-year-old son. Valeria gets more beautiful with every visit she makes.

Her husband and I get along well. Sebastián is a calm, generous guy who includes me in his plans when we happen to coincide. He doesn’t suspect a thing. In all these years he’s never suspected a thing, and not because we’re especially careful, but because nobody looks at a brother and a sister as something that could have that kind of history.

When she has the chance to come alone, or when I visit her and he works nights, we know how to use the time. What we have doesn’t have a name that fits it. It’s simply what it has been for too many years to question: me fucking my own sister whenever it can be done, her opening her legs with the same natural ease with which she passes me the salt at the table.

This trip, however, was different from all the previous ones.

***

Sebastián was leaving for a three-week project abroad. He didn’t want to leave Valeria alone with the boy that long, so he suggested she come stay with my mother and me while he was away. Valeria called me on a Tuesday afternoon and with four words ruined my concentration for the rest of the day.

—I arrive Friday, little brother. Get ready.

Three months without seeing her. Three months in which every video call was a way of reminding me what I couldn’t have. I spent the following days with my cock half-mast every time I thought about her, jerking off in the shower while imagining her wet cunt and open mouth, coming against the tiles like a teenager.

On Friday I went to the airport alone. My mother had cooked at home and was waiting with the boy since noon. Valeria came down the arrivals concourse with a big suitcase and my nephew holding her right hand. She was tanned by the coastal sun, her hair tied up in a loose braid and a pair of gold earrings I hadn’t seen before. We hugged the way a brother and sister hug in public. Then, when she turned her face away from the cheek kiss, she whispered in my ear:

—I’m wearing no panties under my jeans. Hold out until tonight.

At home we spent the afternoon without rushing. My mother cooked, the boy ran everywhere, we talked about unimportant things. At bedtime, my nephew chose to stay with his grandmother, as he always does when he comes to visit. Valeria settled into my room. We have two beds. That night we used both of them, but not separately.

As soon as I closed the door, she was already pulling her T-shirt over her head. Her breasts fell free, fuller than I remembered, with the nipples already hard and pointed at me. She slid her jeans down without unbuttoning them, swaying her hips, and stood naked beside my bed with that smile that knows me by heart. I put my hands on her waist and threw her onto the sheets. I spread her legs and lowered my head straight between her thighs. Her cunt was soaked, swollen, smelling like a woman who had been waiting for months. I ran my tongue over it from bottom to top, all of it, and she arched her back, biting her forearm so she wouldn’t scream.

—Suck me, little brother, suck me good —she asked in a very low voice, her voice broken—, nobody’s done it for me in months.

I shoved my tongue inside her, worked it around, sucked her clit until her whole body started trembling. I slid two fingers in and curved them, searching for the spot I know so well. She came biting the pillow, gripping my head between her thighs, her legs shaking. When I lifted my face, she was already pulling my hair to make me come up.

—Put it in me already —she said. —I can’t take it anymore.

I set the tip of my cock at her entrance and pushed in slowly, all the way, until I hit her womb. Valeria opened her mouth without a sound, eyes rolling back. I started fucking her with long thrusts, squeezing her tits, sucking her nipples. She dug her nails into my back and whispered in my ear not to stop, to break her, that she had missed it. I put her face down, lifted her ass, and entered her from behind again, gripping her braid. I finished by dumping my entire load inside her, pushing until the last drop, and stayed on top of her panting, my cock still hard and buried in her cunt.

We moved to the other bed so the sheets wouldn’t give anything away in the morning. Before dawn I mounted her two more times.

***

On Saturday night I suggested going out. Valeria had gone weeks without doing anything that wasn’t the routine of a mother and wife, and she wanted to dance. Sebastián called her at nine to tell her how the project was going, a long, calm conversation that she had sitting on the edge of the bed while I waited in the hallway. When she hung up, she reached for the black dress in the suitcase without anyone asking her to.

We went to a bar downtown that plays Caribbean music on weekends. We ran into some acquaintances of mine who had seen pictures of Valeria but had never seen her in person. To everyone we were what we are on paper: siblings out having fun while she’s visiting. Nobody saw anything strange. There was nothing strange to see, not yet.

That night we drank more than was sensible. We started with beers, moved on to rum, and around midnight someone in the group pulled out a bottle of mezcal that went from hand to hand. Valeria danced for hours. I danced with her, my hands on her hips and exactly the distance you keep between two people who know each other very well, which could be read different ways depending on who was looking. Her eyes were half-lidded and she had a smile she gave only to me. At one point, when we went to the bathroom separately, she waited for me in the dark hallway, grabbed my hand, and shoved it up under her dress. She wasn’t wearing anything. Her cunt was wet. I licked my fingers in front of her and we went back to the table as if nothing had happened.

Close to one in the morning we said goodbye to the group and left. The street air felt cool after so long inside.

—The beach —Valeria said, already in the car—. I want to see the sea before I go back.

The beach on the boardwalk is quiet at that hour, but beyond the old pier there’s an area where people go at night without asking questions or expecting them. It’s no secret to anyone in town. I’d been there before with other people. Never with Valeria.

I parked near the rocks. We got out. The moon was full and huge over the water, and the wind came off the sea smelling of salt. Valeria took off her sandals to walk barefoot in the sand. We walked until the boardwalk lights were far behind us and the sound of the waves was the only thing you could hear.

We kissed there, standing in front of the water, without either of us saying anything first. Slowly at the beginning, with the calm that things have when they no longer need to be justified. She opened my shirt with her fingers and I slid the straps of her dress down over her shoulders until her breasts were bare under the moon. I sucked one and then the other, biting her dark nipples, while she searched for my cock over my pants and squeezed it. I unbuckled my belt and pulled it down to my knees. She knelt right there in the sand and took my cock in her mouth to the throat. She sucked me slowly, looking up at me from below, coating the whole thing with spit, pulling back to lick my balls and then swallowing me again. I lifted her before I came, hiked her dress up to her waist, and pressed her against the hood of the car. I entered her from behind in one thrust. The car was only a few meters away. We leaned against it and I started fucking her right there, with the sea behind us and her muffled moans against the metal.

We didn’t hear anyone coming.

***

It was Rodrigo and Matías. Rodrigo is someone I grew up with in the neighborhood; we’ve known each other since childhood. Matías is his cousin, lives near the pier, and works in one of the restaurants on the coast. The two of them had been in the same bar that night and had left a little after us. They recognized my car parked there and came over thinking we were sitting outside talking.

By the time we realized they were there, it was too late. I had my cock buried to the root in my sister’s cunt, one hand on her tits and the other gripping her hip. Valeria was bent over the hood, dress rolled up to her waist, ass exposed and mouth open. She tried to cover herself. I stepped in front of her, but there was nothing to cover at that point. The two of them knew exactly what they had seen.

We pulled apart with our clothes half on, my cock still shiny and erect pointing at them before I managed to haul my pants up. Rodrigo had the expression of someone processing something unexpected. Matías, by contrast, was smiling in a way that put me on alert immediately, his eyes fixed on Valeria’s tits before she managed to cover them.

—I wasn’t expecting this —Rodrigo said, after a silence that stretched long—. She’s your sister, man.

I tried to say something. The words wouldn’t come out in order.

—Relax —Matías said—. We’re not the talking type. But something like this doesn’t just get let slide without some kind of arrangement, right?

Valeria squeezed my arm. I offered them money. Matías laughed in a way that made it clear that wasn’t what he wanted.

—It’s not money —he said, looking straight at Valeria, letting his gaze linger on the neckline that had slipped open again—. It’s her. One night. The two of us. We fuck her the way we were just watching you fuck her. Or this gets to ears that shouldn’t hear it.

Rodrigo didn’t speak. He neither denied nor confirmed what his cousin was saying. He just waited, the bulge growing under his jeans speaking for him.

Valeria let go of my arm and walked a few steps toward the water. She stood with her back to us for a long while that felt very long to me. When she turned around, her jaw was tight and her eyes were bright, but her voice came out steady, without a tremor.

—Fine —she said—. But after tonight this doesn’t exist. For the four of us.

I told her quietly she didn’t have to do it. She answered that she had already decided. I didn’t argue any more.

***

Matías went to her first. He put a hand on her waist and Valeria didn’t pull away. He kissed her and she kissed him back, slowly, eyes closed, letting him slide his tongue into her mouth while his hands moved down her back to grab her ass under the dress. Rodrigo waited until Valeria turned and sought him out herself, with a determination that had nothing left of resignation. She put a hand on the back of his neck and kissed him too, comparing them, tasting them like someone tasting two different wines.

I stayed to one side, body tense and my head processing a mixture of things that didn’t quite fit together. My cock, though, had things clearer than I did: it stayed hard against the fabric of my pants, painfully hard, watching my sister between two men.

I saw when Matías knelt in front of her and hiked her dress up with his hands until it was bunched at her waist. I saw when he spread her thighs with his shoulders and buried his tongue in her cunt without preamble, sucking it hungry, wetly, making her moan out loud. Valeria rested her fingers in his hair and threw her head back, the moon behind her and the sound of the sea covering everything else. She grabbed his head and ground her cunt against his face, shameless, not pretending she was being forced into anything.

Rodrigo came up behind her. He unbuttoned the dress all the way and let it fall into the sand. Valeria stood naked between the two men, and at that moment what had begun as a forced situation started to become something else. Rodrigo put his hands on her tits from behind, kneaded them, pinched her nipples until he tore a long gasp from her. His hands were no longer still. His posture changed. The Valeria who had been on the verge of tears ten minutes earlier had vanished, and in her place was a woman licking her lips while looking at the cock Matías had pulled from his pants.

—Let’s see what you’ve got —she said, with a voice I had never heard from her before.

She knelt in the sand and took one in each hand. She started with Matías, swallowing him whole, with that way of sucking cock that comes with years and that had kept me spoiled since I was a teenager. She licked his balls, pulled him out of her mouth and slapped him against her tongue, then took him back into her throat until she gagged. Then she moved on to Rodrigo. His cock was thicker, shorter, and Valeria had trouble opening her mouth wide enough. She worked at it anyway, coating it with spit, playing with the tip with her tongue, while her free hand kept pumping Matías’s cock so it wouldn’t go soft.

Matías turned her toward the hood of the car and she placed her palms on the metal. Rodrigo went around the car and positioned himself in front of her. Valeria took him with her hand first, then with her mouth, with that knowledge she has for these things and that still remains impossible to describe without falling short. Matías took her hips, spat into his hand, lubed his cock, and entered her from behind, slowly at first; she clenched her fists on the metal and didn’t ask him to stop. On the contrary: she pushed her ass back to take it all the way in, moaning around Rodrigo’s cock.

I held out for a while watching, my cock in my hand over my pants, mouth dry. I watched them fuck my sister. I heard the wet sound of Matías’s cock going in and out of Valeria’s cunt, the wet sloshing of her mouth swallowing Rodrigo, her muffled moans. Then I couldn’t take it anymore and moved closer. Rodrigo stepped aside and I took his place. Valeria looked at me over her shoulder with that expression that has been telling me things without a name for years, ran her tongue over her lips smeared with spit and drool, and opened her mouth to swallow me.

She sucked me with more hunger than she ever had before. As if my cock were different now that two others were accompanying it. Matías was still fucking her from behind, each of his thrusts making her take me deeper. Rodrigo, with no cock in anyone’s mouth, came up at her side and ran his fingers over her clit while his cousin drove into her. Valeria came like that, with my cock in her mouth, Matías’s in her cunt, and Rodrigo’s fingers working her clit. I felt the shudder travel through her whole body, the moan vibrating in her throat around me.

We changed positions without talking about it. We laid her on her back over the hood, her legs open and hanging over the edge. Matías, who was about to come, pulled out of her cunt and finished on her tits and neck, thick white spurts falling down to her chin. Valeria ran her fingers through the cum and brought it to her mouth without taking her eyes off him. Rodrigo grabbed her by the ankle, opened her leg outward and entered her. He filled her cunt in one stroke, all the way to the bottom, and started fucking her with a slower but more brutal rhythm, slamming into the bone, making the car tremble.

I climbed onto the hood from the other side and offered my cock to her mouth from above. She gripped it with both hands and took it in, sucking me while Rodrigo split her underneath. I could see her face upside down, her throat stretched, Matías’s cum drying on the tits that bounced with each thrust.

At some point that night, Valeria was between the three of us. Me in front, Matías behind her again, Rodrigo taking her mouth. The three of us fucked her, coordinating without words, moving according to what she asked of us with her hips. She asked for it. Not with words at first, but with her body, moving with a clarity about what she wanted that none of the three of us had anticipated at the start of the night. Later with words too.

—Harder —she moaned—. Break me. Take me all at once, the three of you.

We put her on her knees. I lay beneath her and rammed her onto my cock with her cunt. Matías got behind her and asked for her ass. Valeria spat into her hand, grabbed his cock, lubed it herself, and then spread her ass cheek with one hand, inviting him in. Matías entered her from behind slowly, millimeter by millimeter, and Valeria moaned with her mouth open against my neck as the two cocks settled inside her at once. Rodrigo stood in front and put his into her mouth. She screamed without hiding it when we started moving, the wind carrying the sound out over the open sea. The three of us at once, in and out, crashing against one another inside her, feeling the other man’s cock through the thin wall that separates cunt from ass.

At some point she looked me in the eyes, her mouth still full of Rodrigo’s cock, and what I saw in that look was something I didn’t fully recognize but that didn’t frighten me. It was simply Valeria taken to a limit we had never crossed together and that she crossed on her own, in her own way, choosing each step. She came again, clamping down on my cock from inside with a force that made me come too, dumping all my semen into her cunt while Matías filled her ass with his and Rodrigo emptied a third load into her mouth, which she swallowed whole.

Before dawn we rested for a while in the sand, the four of us sitting without talking much, with Valeria naked between the three of us, cum running down her thighs and drying on her skin under the moon. Then Valeria stood up, shook the sand out of her hair, and said she wanted to do it again before we left.

We did it again. This time she chose how, where, and in what order. She doled out the cocks with an authority that admitted no argument, and the three of us ended up emptied out.

***

The fifteen days that followed were unlike any previous visit. Rodrigo or Matías, sometimes both together, showed up in the afternoons or at nightfall. Valeria always opened the door. My mother knew nothing. My nephew slept. The daytime routine of the house remained perfectly normal.

What we had didn’t stop either. That didn’t change. If anything, what happened that first night on the beach stripped some weight off what we’d been carrying without realizing it, and the nights Valeria and I were alone during those days were more direct than before, freer, without the excessive caution we sometimes imposed on ourselves when it was just the two of us. I fucked her like she wasn’t my sister and she rode me like she wasn’t my sister, and that release had a new taste we hadn’t tasted in years.

A couple of days before she left, the four of us went to Rodrigo’s place. We spent the afternoon there, blinds down and the fan on, fucking each other on the big bed in the master bedroom, taking turns, letting her rest and starting again. She took three more loads that afternoon, two in her cunt and one in her mouth, and fell asleep for a while naked between us before asking for the fourth. No one said anything about what would have happened if that first night had been different. Nobody needed to say it.

On the day she left, I went to the airport with her and the boy. My mother said goodbye at home. The trip was quiet. Valeria looked out the window and didn’t talk much.

—Are you okay? —I asked at a traffic light.

—Yes —she said—. I’m thinking.

—About what?

She turned to look at me. She had an expression I couldn’t quite decipher.

—That when I get home it’s going to be strange. Not because anything changed outside. But because I changed.

I didn’t answer. We got to the airport, took the bags out of the trunk, I kissed her on the cheek in front of the people passing by, stroked my nephew’s head, and watched them walk away down the departures corridor until they turned the corner and disappeared.

That afternoon Sebastián texted her saying he was arriving in four days. Valeria forwarded it to me without any comment.

I didn’t know what to answer either. I sent her a period and left it at that.