My Sister Confessed Something Forbidden That Night

I sank into the armchair, breathing raggedly, my body still marked by what had just happened. A mix of saliva and semen was running down my thigh, and for a second I thought none of it could be real. My wife and my sister, both kneeling in front of me just minutes before, were still exchanging complicit looks that needed no translation.

Lorena slipped off her bra without any drama, with the naturalness of someone who had already crossed every possible line. She was about to take off her white thong too when I stopped her with a gesture.

—Leave it on, Lorena. It makes your ass look gorgeous.

—And from that angle you get the best view —she replied, biting her lip.

Camila was stretched out on the couch with her legs apart, drawing my wife’s head toward her. Lorena settled on all fours, burying her face between my sister’s thighs, and in the process offered me the sight of her lower back, where the white triangle of fabric stood out against her bronzed skin. The elastic string disappeared between her round cheeks to reappear covering only what was necessary. She had a heart-shaped body, the kind you don’t forget.

—Brother, can you help me out with your wife for a while? —Camila asked with a mischievous smile.

—Anything you need, little sister.

The look we exchanged in that instant said more than any words ever could. We had thrown the last prejudices overboard, the last doubts, everything that had held us back for so many years.

—In my backpack, by the door, there are some things you’re going to want to play with.

I went to get it without answering. Inside I found a silicone dildo, a vibrating egg, and a bottle of lubricant, which I left where it was. That night, I doubt it would be necessary.

—Which one do you want to start with? —I asked, holding the two toys up in front of her.

—Give me the egg. You keep the other one.

Camila took the reins with a confidence I didn’t know she had. She told Lorena to lie on her back on the living room coffee table, with her knees bent and her legs open. My wife obeyed without protest, though she begged my sister not to stop eating her out. Camila knelt over her face, looking me straight in the eyes, and put the egg in her mouth to moisten it before turning it on. The barely audible buzz filled the room.

—Now you’re going to see how wet your wife really gets —she told me, never breaking eye contact.

She pressed the egg against the white fabric, right where she guessed Lorena’s clit was. My wife’s moans came out muffled at first, then deeper, accompanied by a rhythmic movement of her pelvis seeking more contact. The fabric began to darken in the center, first a small circle, then a pale stain spreading without shame.

—That’s it, my favorite slut. Get soaked. I want you dripping like I drip.

She turned the egg off and climbed down from the table. She asked Lorena to roll over and get on all fours, her ass pointed toward me. My wife, eyes bright and breathing hard, did what she was told without a word.

—Now it’s your turn, brother. You’ve got all your wife’s ass for you and that toy.

I felt myself harden again. Not even ten minutes had passed since I’d come on their faces and I was ready again. Something about that scene had me pierced through from the inside, and it wasn’t just Lorena’s body.

—Lorena, I’m going to open your ass with this —I warned, moving in with the dildo.

—Do it. Do it now. I want to feel like a real filthy slut tonight, with both of you. I want you both to open me up.

I pulled her thong aside, the front already gone gray from how soaked it was. When I slid it to one side, fine threads of her wetness stretched and clung to the fabric. That finished me off.

I ran the tip of the dildo over her sex to get it properly wet. With my other hand I spread her cheeks and, without thinking too much about it, ran my tongue over her anus. Then I pushed the toy in slowly, first the head, then a little more, until it slid in without resistance. Lorena was moaning with her face buried between Camila’s thighs, while Camila kissed her on the mouth and whispered things I couldn’t make out.

My wife turned for an instant to look at me, her voice hoarse and her eyes glassy.

—I want you to shove it all in at once. And yours, inside me.

—Whatever you say.

I buried the dildo to the hilt while I shoved my cock into her pussy. The sensation was new, intense, almost impossible to manage. I couldn’t coordinate both movements at once, so I gestured for Camila to come closer. She came without hurry, step by step, until she was right in front of me, so close I could feel her breath hitting my lips. She stuck out her tongue and licked my mouth before kissing me. It was a long, hungry kiss, carrying all the weight of the years we’d kept it buried.

—Next time you come —she whispered in my ear—, you’re doing it inside me. I’m not sharing that with anybody.

She took the dildo by the base and started moving it, pulling it almost all the way out before pushing it back in. Again and again, at a rhythm Lorena seemed to receive as if she’d been waiting for it all her life. I had never seen my wife so open, so surrendered. I was fucking her pussy with a different cadence from the toy, and the two impacts out of sync made her cry out.

—Yes, like that, both together! Don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m going to come.

—Look how you’re getting my cock, all white with you.

—More, more, don’t stop, you’re filling me up…

The orgasm hit her all at once, in a series of spasms that shook her from head to toe. She collapsed onto the table, completely spent, the dildo still inside her. She couldn’t even lift her arm to pull it out. She murmured something like “the best fuck of my life,” and then something about not being able to sit down the next day. Camila carefully removed the toy and helped her lie back on the couch. She stayed there watching us, with that half smile of someone who no longer expects anything more.

***

It was my sister’s turn.

—And you, Camila? What is it you want so badly? —I asked softly.

She came closer to me, pressing her body against mine, and spoke into my ear. Her voice trembled a little.

—Your wife is the slut who needs to be broken, who needs to feel another woman’s desire. Not me, Tomás. I want you. I want to kiss you, hold you, feel you inside me once and for all.

My throat went dry. I hadn’t heard her talk like that in years, if I ever had.

—Then why didn’t you ever tell me before?

—Because I was scared. Because I thought you wouldn’t understand me. Because I was always insecure. And because Lorena did everything she could to shut you off, to make me feel bad for feeling this.

I looked into her eyes. They were wet, not from arousal, but from something much older.

—When we were kids I used to look at your chest every time you walked by in a bikini —I admitted in a rough voice—. I jerked off a ton thinking about you, hiding, smelling your underwear when you weren’t around. I’ve been carrying this around for a long time too.

—Then kiss me.

I sat down on the couch beside Lorena, who was still breathing hard with her eyes half-closed. Camila climbed into my lap, her hands on my shoulders, and settled in front of me with her legs around my waist. Her breasts pressed against mine, her nipples hard as pebbles. She took my cock in one hand, guided it to her entrance, and lowered herself very slowly until she sat all the way down on me.

Feeling her heat, her wetness, her breath brushing my face, overwhelmed me. It was everything that had been forbidden for years, and now we had it in our hands, with nobody who could stop us.

She stayed still for a couple of minutes, not moving, looking me in the eyes and kissing me with a calm that resembled nothing I had ever lived before. There was no degradation in it. There was no pornography. There was desire, yes, a lot of it. But there was also something deeper, darker, more ours.

So many years, I thought, so many years carrying this in silence.

She brought one of her breasts to my mouth and started moving slowly. My cock barely went in and out at all, just rubbed her clit against my pelvis. Inside, I felt every inch of her wrapping around me, hot, pulsing alongside my own heartbeat.

She gradually picked up the pace. She dug her nails into my back and squeezed me with her legs, as if she were afraid I’d slip away, as if after all those years she didn’t want to risk losing me again.

—I’m about to come —she whispered—, but I want to do it with you. Let’s come together, Tomás. I want to feel you cum inside me. I want to know I made you explode, that I filled you. Come inside me, come on, make me come.

Those words finished breaking me. I started emptying myself inside her in waves, while her legs and arms squeezed me with a force I didn’t know she had. My cock couldn’t have been any deeper, and still it kept trying to sink farther, as if it wanted to live there.

We came at the same time, wrapped around each other, face to face, without moving even a millimeter apart. My orgasm was long, deep, unlike any other. When she finally pulled away from me, she did it slowly, looking me in the eyes with a tenderness I hadn’t expected.

—Thank you —she said very softly— for letting us enjoy this.

Lorena, from the far end of the couch, was smiling with her eyes closed, as if she had just witnessed something she knew would happen sooner or later. Nobody spoke for a long while. There was no need to. What had happened that night couldn’t be undone, and none of the three of us had any intention of pretending otherwise.