Taboo

I set the cup on the bedside table, knelt beside the bed, and understood that that morning nothing in this house would ever be the same again.

Lucía never told that part. That Thursday she dressed the only way she knew how and made sure that virgin nephew wouldn’t leave without leaving something inside her.

I was still dripping from the shower when she walked into the bathroom without knocking, wearing that crooked smile she’d been avoiding me with for weeks.

We were alone that March siesta, and she was still in her uniform. I don’t know how we went from tickling on the sofa to something else.

When I went barefoot to the kitchen at three in the morning, my son was already there shirtless, looking at me like a man, not a boy, and I knew I’d give in that night.

When she asked me to find her men during the summer, I knew the trip to the coast would change us forever.

Marina had spent months being invisible to her husband. Her nephew looked at her the only way she needed to be looked at. That night, the cards made a decision.

When the door opened, I was still pressing his briefs to my face. He looked at me with a smile that wasn’t angry, but something much worse.

Four days remained until my father returned. Four nights to decide how to tell him his wife was sleeping in my arms in his own bed.

While Lucía prepared to receive her lover, her sister had another plan for the nephew: the attic boxes were only an excuse to begin.

Rodrigo kept watching me every time I crossed the living room. I’d known for months, and that afternoon I decided it was time to collect a debt.

Rodrigo held her hips during their workouts and she pretended not to notice his erection. When she found her panties in his room, she could no longer ignore what was happening.

Twenty years old, zero experience, and a cousin who looked at him like she knew exactly what was on his mind. The summer was going to be long.

When his mother came down the stairs in that tight dress, Marcos knew that trip to the movies was not going to end the way he expected.

Bruno was waiting at the door with a bouquet of roses and a smile that was not a brother’s. The apartment still smelled like paint, and we had the whole afternoon to break it in.

The music was playing far away, the family was toasting downstairs, and I was still sitting on the bed, not understanding when his kisses had stopped being a game.

When she came into the shower, she said nothing. She only pressed her nipples against my back and whispered for me to let her take control. My wife was thousands of miles away, with another man.

When I went down the stairs naked, my sister-in-law still had no idea what kind of surprise my father-in-law had prepared for her that night.

My wife whispered in my ear that she wanted that young body too. That night, on the living room sofa, everything forbidden stopped being forbidden.

He opened the door barely dressed, with that smile that was no longer the polite client’s smile, and I understood from the very first minute that this call wasn’t ending with a drain gasket.