My Uncles Knew I Spied on Them from the Hallway

My name is Mariela. I had just turned twenty-one when I moved to the city to start university, and although I had always known the effect I have when I walk into a room, I never imagined the kind of mess I’d end up in under my uncles’ roof.

Rodrigo and Carolina welcomed me like a daughter. He was forty-six, an engineer, a man of almost maddening calm and a body he kept in disciplined shape. She, my mother’s older sister, ran an events agency and carried herself with an elegance that seemed to belong to another era. At forty-two, childless and with a strict routine, she had a figure any girl my age would envy.

What no one warned me about was that in that house the doors were never locked.

***

The nights became a music I was never meant to hear. Carolina’s moans and Rodrigo’s slow but steady rhythm drew me into the hallway as if something were tugging on a thread. From the shadows, I watched them. Watching my uncle fuck my aunt, watching her with her legs spread wide and her cunt soaked, taking every thrust, set off something in me I didn’t know how to name.

The first night I only meant to look. I told myself it was curiosity, that I’d leave right away. But I stayed until the end, holding my breath, my back pressed to the cold wall, watching Rodrigo’s cock go in and out of my aunt’s fluid-slick cunt, watching her lick her lips and ask for more, deeper, harder.

The second night I came back. And the third. I sat on the floor beside the doorframe, watching him grip her hips and drive into her to the hilt, watching her arch her back and let out a guttural moan every time my uncle’s cock reached her womb. One of those early mornings I couldn’t take it anymore. With my eyes fixed on them, I slid my hand into the waistband of my pajama pants and found my cunt dripping. I rubbed my clit in slow circles right there on the floor, biting my lip so I wouldn’t make a sound, while I pushed two fingers into my tight pussy and moved them at the same rhythm Rodrigo was fucking Carolina. I came in silence, my legs shaking, watching them reach the end: him unloading his load inside her, her receiving every spurt with her mouth open and a long moan.

But one night everything changed. They were in the position that drove me the most insane: Rodrigo standing at the edge of the bed, holding Carolina’s legs up high, fucking her with dry, hard thrusts that made his balls slap against my aunt’s ass. I was so absorbed, my hand inside my panties and two fingers buried in my cunt, that I didn’t realize she’d turned her head. Her eyes, clouded with pleasure, found mine in the darkness. A slow, loaded smile formed on her mouth, even as my uncle’s cock kept sliding in and out of her.

—Do you like what you see, baby? —she whispered, her voice broken by another thrust—. Do you like watching your uncle fuck me?

My heart shot up into my throat. I got up so fast I nearly fell and ran to my room as if I were being chased. I shut the door, leaned against it, and listened as, downstairs, the sounds faded away. A heavy silence filled the house. I was dying of shame, exposed, and yet the fire they had lit in me would not go out. It burned even hotter.

***

When I thought the danger had passed, I stripped with trembling hands and lay down on my bed. The moon came in through the window and lit me up completely: hard breasts, nipples peaked, shaved pubis shining with damp. I ran my palms over my skin, pinched my nipples until they hurt, and went down to the heat between my thighs. I was already soaked, my pussy lips swollen and slick. I closed my eyes and started rubbing my clit with two fingers, repeating in my head the image of my uncle’s cock sinking all the way in, of my aunt’s ass taking it hungrily. I imagined it was me on that bed, that those big hands were on my hips, that it was his cock splitting me open. I slid three fingers into my cunt and curved them, searching for the spot, while my thumb kept circling my clit.

I opened my eyes.

Rodrigo was standing in my doorway, the one I had not locked. Naked, bathed in the same silver light as me, his cock erect, thick, pointing at me, and one hand stroking it slowly, unhurriedly, watching me.

—Don’t stop —he said, in a deep voice that was barely a whisper and yet filled the whole room—. Keep touching that little pussy, Mariela. Let me see you.

I obeyed. I sunk my fingers back into myself, never taking my eyes off the cock he was stroking for me, so swollen the vein down the middle was throbbing. He came closer. His footsteps made no sound on the carpet. He sat on the edge of my bed and his gaze traveled over my naked body with an intensity that made me feel more exposed than ever.

—You’re beautiful —he murmured—. And you’re dripping. Open wider, let me see that cunt properly.

I spread my legs fully, ashamed and turned on in equal measure. He leaned in and his mouth found mine. It was a slow, deep kiss that stole my breath and any thought of resistance, while his hand moved my fingers away and replaced them with his own, thicker ones, which sank into my cunt with obscene ease. A gasp escaped me on its own.

—You’re so tight —he growled against my lips—. This little cunt has been saving itself for me, hasn’t it?

—Yes, Uncle —I whispered without thinking, and the word drew a rough moan from him.

He lowered his head and sucked one nipple, biting it lightly, while he kept sliding his fingers in and out of me. Then he moved to the other. His mouth traveled down my stomach, leaving a wet trail, until I felt his hot breath between my legs. He pried my pussy lips open with his thumbs and licked me from bottom to top, his tongue flat, very slowly. My whole body shook.

—Uncle, please…

—Shhh. This will be our secret —he said, before closing his lips around my clit and sucking it—. No one has to know I’m eating out my niece, right?

He ate me with hunger, alternating long licks with short sucks on my clit, pushing two fingers into me and curling them inside. I clung to the sheets, arched, biting the back of my hand so I wouldn’t scream. The first orgasm hit me like that, with my uncle’s mouth pressed to my cunt: I came on his tongue, trembling, feeling him swallow every drop I gave him.

He sat up, his chin shining, and positioned himself between my legs. The head of his cock, thick and red, rested at the entrance to my cunt and made me hold my breath.

—Easy —he whispered—. I’m going to put it all the way in.

And with one firm push he sank into me to the hilt. I arched, and almost immediately the burn turned into a wave of pleasure that made me cry out. He sealed my mouth with another kiss and started fucking me, slowly at first, with long thrusts that came out to the tip and went back in until they hit my cervix, then deeper, faster. His hips slammed against mine with a wet, obscene slap, and I could feel every inch of his cock forcing its way in.

—You fuck so well, niece —he panted in my ear—. You’re squeezing my cock.

—More, Uncle, harder —I begged him, not recognizing my own voice.

He grabbed my legs, put them over his shoulders, and drove into me to the hilt, now almost folding me in two. I clung to his forearms, my nails digging into his skin, feeling every stroke reverberate through my belly. He changed positions: he put me on all fours, grabbed my hair with one hand and my hip with the other, and fucked me from behind. The dry slap of his balls against my cunt filled the room.

—Tell me you’re mine —he growled—. Tell me this cunt is mine.

—It’s yours, Uncle, all yours, fuck me, don’t stop…

The orgasm split me open like lightning. A shiver ran from my head to my toes and a muffled scream burst in my throat while my cunt clenched in spasms around his cock. He kept going a little longer, prolonging it, until with a rough groan he pulled out and unloaded his cum over my ass and back, in thick hot streams I could feel sliding down. He collapsed beside me, panting, and with two fingers gathered some of his semen from my skin and put it on my lips. I licked it off without thinking.

That night I stopped being only his niece.

***

The next morning, the world was still the same and I wasn’t. I went down to breakfast convinced everyone could read it on my face. But Carolina poured me juice with her usual smile and Rodrigo read the newspaper as if nothing had happened. Only once, as he passed behind my chair, his hand brushed my shoulder and lingered a second too long.

The attraction was impossible to hide. His eyes followed me around the house; mine searched for his. And Carolina started touching me: a little adjustment at the collar of my blouse, a hand on my waist as she passed, a comment about how well pink suited me.

—You have the skin of a goddess —she told me one afternoon, sliding her fingers over my cheek—. I bet that little cunt of yours tastes divine.

A dangerous game began. Rodrigo worked from home many afternoons, and on the days I got home early from class and she still hadn’t returned from the agency, we didn’t waste time. We met in the study, on the living room sofa, once even in the kitchen, against the marble island. I sat on the cold granite, yanked off my panties, and she knelt to bury her face between my legs until she made me scream, sucking my clit hungrily and pushing her tongue into my cunt. Then she turned me around, bent me over the stone, spread my ass cheeks with both hands, and slid her cock in to the balls, fucking me from behind with thrusts that made my tits slam against the marble.

—My secret —he would whisper in my ear while I shook, his cock throbbing inside me—. My perfect niece. My favorite slut.

Another afternoon I knelt. I pulled down his pants in the study, took out his cock, and put it in my mouth. At first I only licked the tip, tasting the salty drop that welled up, and then I started taking it all the way in, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes when he pushed it down my throat. He grabbed the back of my neck and set the rhythm, fucking my mouth until he came his thick cum all over my tongue and I swallowed every drop, looking him in the eye.

—Good girl —he panted, stroking my hair—. That mouth is mine too.

***

The other side of the game came on a Friday. Carolina asked me to go with her to the agency.

—I need to try some new designs on someone with your body type —she said—. Do you mind?

I didn’t mind. I loved her clothes: daring, sensual. Her dressing room was bigger than my bedroom, with mirrors on every wall. She closed the door and started pulling out dresses, blouses, delicate, almost transparent pieces.

—Try this on —she said, holding out a tiny black dress—. But to see how it falls, you need to take your clothes off.

I looked at her, uncertain. Her smile was sweet, but her eyes shone with the same light I saw in Rodrigo’s. I took off my blouse and pants and was left in my underwear, vulnerable under her gaze.

—All of it, sweetheart —she said softly—. The fabric underneath changes the lines.

With trembling hands, I finished undressing and crossed my arms over my breasts. She lowered them slowly.

—Don’t hide. You’re a work of art.

Her hands started out professional, adjusting the fabric over my shoulders. But soon her fingers were brushing my skin on purpose: a touch on my side, a hand on my waist that lingered, a brush with the back of her hand beneath my breasts. When she bent down to hem the dress, her face was level with my stomach and she drew in a deep breath, her nose almost pressed to my pubic mound.

—You smell delicious —she murmured, her voice rough—. Like vanilla and wet cunt. I wonder if you taste the same.

My breathing quickened, my nipples hardening against the thin fabric. Carolina noticed. Her eyes darkened.

—Have you ever been with a woman? —she asked, rising until she was at my height.

I couldn’t answer. I could only look at her, hypnotized. She brought her face close to mine until our lips almost touched.

—Auntie, I… —I tried, but her fingers covered my mouth.

—Shhh. Don’t say anything.

And she kissed me. Soft at first, exploratory, then deep, her tongue taking possession of mine. Her hands tangled in my hair while mine, of their own accord, settled on her waist. Without breaking the kiss she lifted my dress to my waist, slid her hand between my legs, and muffled a moan against my mouth when she found me soaked.

—Look at you —she whispered, rubbing two fingers between my pussy lips—. Dripping for your aunt. What a greedy little niece.

She guided me to the dressing room sofa and sat me down. She yanked the dress off me in one motion and spread my legs. Then she knelt in front of me, just like Rodrigo had so many times, but this time it was her painted lips that moved toward my sex.

—Let your aunt show you how to eat a woman out —she murmured.

It was a completely different feeling. Where he was force, she was tenderness. Where he was possession, she was patience. Her tongue traced slow, precise circles around my clit, moving up and down my lips, sinking into me and coming back out to suck the swollen little bud again. Two fingers slipped into my cunt and found the exact spot, curling, pressing, while her tongue continued its wise torture. I felt a different kind of tingling, deeper, rising from my belly.

—Auntie… something… I’m going to…

—Let go, my love —she whispered without taking her mouth away—. Come on my tongue.

I arched and came with a long shudder, biting my fist, feeling a warm gush escape me and her drinking it without lifting her face, moaning against my cunt as if it were the most delicious thing in the world. She brought me to orgasm with exquisite calm, drinking in every sound and every drop that left me.

Then she stripped in front of me. She had the body of a goddess: generous breasts with dark, erect nipples, a narrow waist, and a pubic patch with a fine, perfectly trimmed strip. She lay down beside me and guided my hands over her body.

—Touch me —she whispered—. Discover what it is to make a woman happy.

I stroked her breasts, squeezed them, bent down to suck her nipples, first one then the other, while she sighed and guided my hand downward. I went down her belly and found her cunt, hot and slick. She taught me how to move: made me draw circles over her clit, guided my fingers inside, whispered slower, deeper, there. When I felt her trembling, I lowered my head as she had done with me and closed my lips over her clit. Her taste filled my mouth, a clean, musky taste that drove me crazy. I ate her cunt eagerly, clumsy but devoted, until her thighs tightened and she pressed my face against her while coming in my mouth with a long moan.

Afterward we stayed wrapped around each other, my head on her chest, her fingers playing with my nipples. That afternoon I learned the softness of her skin, the warm wetness of her sex, the taste of her mouth. And when Rodrigo came home that night, the three of us ate dinner together. Under the table, Carolina’s bare foot caressed my calf while his hand found mine and squeezed it.

***

That was how I lived for weeks, split between two lovers who shared a roof and a secret each believed they kept with me alone. In the mornings, before class, I stopped by the agency. In her office overlooking the city, Carolina locked the door and made me hers over the glass desk, with her mouth and her hands, or taught me to return every caress. One day she sat me on her face, with my stockings still on, and made me ride her tongue until I came twice in a row. Another time she positioned me in front of the window, my skirt lifted and my panties at my ankles, and slid three fingers into me from behind while whispering how slutty I was becoming. In the afternoons, if Rodrigo was home, it was his fingers that ran over me, his cock that opened me, his voice that called me his.

I lived in a constant state of arousal, divided between my aunt’s expert mouth and my uncle’s cock. They knew it. And in their looks, when the three of us were together, there was an understanding that still didn’t dare speak its name aloud. I felt it, and I was dying to know what would happen the day that desire exploded with the three of us in the same room.

***

It came on an afternoon of golden light. I left the university early and, as I turned the key, the silence of the house wrapped around me for just a second. Rodrigo was already there, waiting for me in the hallway with that look that always made my pulse race and a pronounced bulge under his pants.

Without a word, he grabbed my waist and slammed me against the wall. My skirt flew up, I felt his hands squeezing my ass urgently and my panties tearing off with one hard pull. He carried me to the leather sofa, laid me on my back, ripped off my blouse and his mouth closed over my breasts while I unzipped his pants and pulled out his already hard cock. He shoved it into me without warning, to the hilt, tearing a cry from me.

—I’ve wanted you all morning —he whispered against my neck while he drove into me with a force that made me lose my mind, the sofa creaking under every thrust.

I was in pure ecstasy, my legs tangled around his back, my cunt dripping around his cock, when the sound of the front door froze our blood.

Carolina walked into the living room. She stood there, immaculate in her tailored suit, looking at the scene: her husband with his cock buried to the balls in his niece’s cunt.

—What is this? —she exclaimed in a voice so icy it made me tremble—. In my own house! Rodrigo, Mariela!

I tried to cover myself, red with shame, feeling the floor open beneath my feet. But then her expression changed. A slow smile curved her lips as she set her bag on a chair and began unbuttoning her jacket with unsettling calm.

—Good performance, right, Rodrigo? —she said, coming closer—. I almost believed it myself.

I froze. Rodrigo didn’t pull away; on the contrary, he stayed inside me, sat up just enough to put one arm around me and looked at her with complicity, moving his hips only slightly, just enough for me to feel how his cock was still alive inside my cunt.

—We couldn’t stand the act anymore, little one —he told me, kissing my shoulder—. We knew you’d been spying on us since the first night. We saw you in the doorway’s shadow, touching your little pussy while you watched us fuck.

Carolina finished undressing. She took off her skirt, blouse, lace bra, and panties, and stood in front of me in all her glory. She climbed onto the sofa and took my chin delicately while Rodrigo below started moving inside me again, very slowly.

—And I know very well what you do with him in the afternoons —she whispered—, just like he knows about us at the agency. How I eat your cunt on my desk, how you come in my mouth. We planned everything, Mariela. We wanted you to be ours, both of us, at your own pace.

Fear turned into an electric current that ran through my whole body. There were no secrets left now, only shared desire. Carolina leaned in and kissed me, driving her tongue into my mouth while Rodrigo’s hands went back over my curves and his cock fucked me hard again, now without pretending.

—Look at how she opens herself for you —Carolina told her husband, biting my neck—. Look at our little niece swallowing your cock.

—Come here —he answered, never stopping his thrusts—. Put that cunt in her mouth. It’s time she ate both of us at once.

Carolina climbed over my face, her knees on either side of my head, and lowered her cunt to my mouth. I stuck out my tongue, sank it between her already soaked lips, and went looking for her clit. She rode my face moaning and started rubbing herself against me while Rodrigo, between my legs, fucked me with thrusts that kept getting longer. I was in heaven: my uncle’s cock filling my cunt, my aunt’s cunt dripping into my mouth, their two voices moaning above me.

We changed positions a thousand times that afternoon. They put me on all fours: Rodrigo behind me, burying his cock in me, Carolina in front, seated with her legs open so I could eat her cunt while they fucked me. Then they laid me on my back and Carolina straddled her husband’s face, rubbing her cunt on his mouth while he stayed inside me. Then both of them licked me at once, my uncle my clit and my aunt my nipples, with their hands interlaced over my belly.

They came together: Rodrigo pulled out at the last second and unloaded his cum over my face and over Carolina’s open mouth, and she licked it off and passed it to me in kisses, sharing her husband’s semen with me, mouth to mouth. I came once more, trembling, between them.

That afternoon, the living room became the stage for total surrender. I was taken by his force and her tenderness at the same time, their bodies moving around mine in a choreography that seemed rehearsed for months. I understood that I was not the victim of their game, but the missing piece in their marriage.

Since then, there are no locked doors in that house. We are three gears in the same pleasure, and I, Mariela, am the center of their world.