Taboo

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 didn't know what kind of surprise my father-in-law had prepared for her that night.

I massaged him after the beach, without thinking. I felt his erection under his trunks and knew that summer wouldn’t end like the others.

That afternoon, while my sister-in-law told me in lavish detail what my brother did to her in bed, I felt a heat between my legs I couldn’t explain.

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.

I came out of the bathroom naked and he was there in the hallway, as naked as I was. We looked at each other, unable to move. That second changed everything.

Valeria had just landed her first contract in the adult industry. Her mother had a surprise waiting at their usual motel, the same room where it all began.

I’d come home early from the bar. The hallway was dark and his bedroom door was half open. I stopped for just a second. That second changed everything.

I found her dancing with a stranger when she was supposed to be with her friends. I followed her, hid, and what I saw behind that curtain changed everything.

I went downstairs to get water and found her bent over the table, waiting. She’d been telling me no for weeks, and that night she decided it was yes.

I suggested she sleep in my room so she wouldn’t be alone with her fear. I had no idea what would happen when she got into my bed.

When I offered her a drink that Saturday, I never imagined that by the end of the night we’d both cross a line with no way back.

We’d spent weeks dodging what we both knew was going to happen. That night, when I heard her come down the stairs, I couldn’t keep pretending anymore.

I locked the door and took off my robe. Marcos looked at me from the bed, eyes wide, with something more than gratitude.

That afternoon Lorena told me, with a calm that left me speechless, that her sister needed company and that she wouldn’t mind if it were me.

Valeria was 26 when we went on vacation together. I’d spent days unable to stop looking at her, and neither of us knew what was about to happen.

I had endured months of her games, but that night the jokes finally ended. What came after had no name for either of us.

I slipped in quietly and found him by the window, absorbed in what was happening across the street. My youngest son was no longer a boy, and I saw everything.

I had been watching her in silence for years, telling myself it was only an obsession that would pass. That morning, with what I had recorded in my hand, I knew everything was about to change.