Taboo

Camila pulled back the sheet without thinking and caught sight of exactly what she shouldn’t have. What came next changed forever the way my sister and I spoke to each other.

I had her underwear in one hand and her phone in the other when I heard the front door open. Camila was there, staring at me from the hallway.

I closed my eyes beneath the blindfold and my father’s voice built every detail. I wasn’t in my room anymore: I was with Rodrigo, and he was doing exactly what I’d dreamed.

When I stepped into the living room, she was waiting on the sofa with that smile no one could mistake anymore. And upstairs, on the stairs, someone listened in silence.

When I walked into that garage without warning, I found two women with wrapped hands, their breasts bare, and years of rage built up between them.

I found her in the kitchen in clothes I’d never seen before, and when she brushed my shoulder on her way past, something in me that had no right to exist woke up.

That night I walked into the living room with my heart racing. I knew what I wanted and I knew he wanted it too. All that was left was to make the first move.

The door to my room didn’t close all the way on the left side. She knew it. I knew it too. For weeks we pretended not to.

We were alone in the house with fever and boredom. On the third night, with the lights off, Marcos confessed something no one else knew about him.

When the system blinked green and the screen sharpened, the last thing I expected was Camila approaching the armchair where my husband read the paper, completely naked.

He took my jaw in one hand and looked me straight in the eyes. He was my cousin. We were family. And neither of us backed down.

I went looking for clothes in her drawer and found more than I expected. What happened next changed all three of us forever.