Taboo

The moment the elevator closes, my sister kisses me like she’s been waiting all week for it. And the truth is, we both have.

When I went into the bathroom I had no idea her mother was waiting for me, or that my niece would appear in the doorway with a smile that would change everything.

She wore a tiny black bikini, two triangles tied with strings, and looked at me over her shoulder as if she already knew what was about to happen between us.

We had always been the closest in the family. What I never imagined was that one weekend of wine would change everything between us.

I opened the door thinking the house was empty. The noise was coming from Marina’s room, and what I saw when I peeked in froze me in the doorway.

I cornered her against the oak door without imagining that, through the crack in the drawing room, a pair of green eyes could no longer look away from us.

It had been eight years since I last saw her. She came back as a woman with one idea in mind: to provoke me until I gave in.

I thought it would be a quiet afternoon in front of the TV, until my stepsister’s bare foot started climbing my thigh and one question changed everything.

He was more than twice her age and her mother’s man. But when they were left alone in the house, Carla understood he’d wanted exactly this for months.

I left home wearing the red thong and my heart racing: my uncle never called me in on a day off, and I already knew why.

Andrés was always the strong brother, the one who brought food home and slept with his girlfriends. Until one night of withdrawal he came looking for me in the dark.

The perfect daughter by day, my own mother’s lover by night. I learned to fake it in front of everyone, until my sister came back and I had to choose between them.

The first time I saw him naked, it was only for a few seconds, but it was enough to awaken a forbidden curiosity I no longer knew how to extinguish.

I went down determined to confront him about his affair. I ended up on his lap, with my robe lifted and my body burning for something I should never have felt.

I’d spent months avoiding coming back, but that afternoon my sister put a video on the screen and nothing in our family was ever the same again.

Six months of freedom ended with one call: the father was coming home. And under the same roof, they’d have to hide a fire they no longer knew how to put out.

I thought the whole house was mine that night. Then the lock turned, he looked at me from the doorway, and I was still naked on the sofa.

I walked barefoot down the hallway thinking I’d find a movie. What I saw behind that half-open door changed everything between the three of us.

I had never seen my mother naked. The day her arm was broken, someone had to put her in the shower, and that someone was me.

When the plane jolted and she suddenly fell onto me, I felt her hips press against my body. Neither of us said a word, but something had changed.