Renata’s Forbidden Secret at the Family Party

The afternoon sun fell warm over the house’s broad backyard on the edge of the neighborhood. The smell of meat on the grill mingled with the smoke and a norteño song coming from an old speaker. It was Andrés’s birthday, and the whole family had gathered to celebrate: Hugo and Patricia, the parents; Don Tomás and Doña Elvira, the grandparents; Marcos and Sandra, the uncles; Raúl, Patricia’s brother; and Doña Beatriz, the other grandmother. Plastic tables sagged under plates of guacamole and cold beers. Everyone was chatting, but the mood changed the instant Renata appeared through the back door.

Renata Caderas, as everyone in the neighborhood called her, came in carrying a tray with glasses and soft drinks. She was a young woman, but her body seemed made on purpose to drive men and women alike crazy. Under the white blouse, light and clinging to the afternoon sweat, her firm breasts rose and fell with every breath, her nipples standing hard against the fabric. What truly stole the breath, however, were her hips: wide, round, with a curve that seemed to defy gravity. The denim shorts dug into her skin, wedged between her ass cheeks, and outlined the bulge of her cunt from the front. And with every step, everything on her moved with a slow sway, as if it had a life of its own.

Hugo was the first to see her. He was turning the meat with the tongs, but he froze with his hand in the air.

—There comes Renata —he murmured without looking away, his voice already a little rough—. Every time I see her, she seems more imposing. That ass is a sin.

Patricia, his wife, turned her head and smiled with that half-smile that slipped out whenever something lit her up inside.

—She’s always been like that. Since she was young, the whole neighborhood has been looking at her, and today is no exception. Look at her… with those shorts so tight, she leaves nothing to the imagination. You can see her cunt outlined.

Don Tomás was sitting in his rocking chair, under the shade of the big tree. He was up in years, but his eyes were still those of a man who knew how to appreciate a good body. He settled himself in the seat and shifted, disguising the bulge that was beginning to form in his pants.

—That girl walks like she knows exactly what she stirs up. Don’t you think so too, Elvira?

Doña Elvira, beside him, was fanning herself with a paper napkin.

—Of course, Tomás. She’s a delight and a sin all at once. A woman like that doesn’t go unnoticed even if she wants to. If I were a man, I’d already have her bent over the table.

Marcos and Sandra were by the cooler. Marcos let out a low whistle when Renata passed nearby.

—Niece, come here a second. Can you hand me a beer?

Sandra laughed softly and nudged her husband with her elbow, though her own eyes were also following the movement of the girl’s hips.

—Don’t be so obvious, Marcos… though you’re right. She’s prettier than the last time. And that ass I’d eat myself.

Raúl, Patricia’s maternal uncle, said nothing out loud, but his gaze was so intense that Renata felt it like a warm caress on the back of her neck. He adjusted the cock inside his pants without the slightest subtlety. Doña Beatriz, usually the quietest one, muttered just enough for everyone to hear:

—That girl knows perfectly well the effect she has. Look at her… she walks like the whole patio is hers. And like every cock here belongs to her.

Renata set the tray on the table with a slow movement. As she bent to arrange the glasses, her shorts rode up a little more and revealed the lower part of her back, the curve where her butt begins, and the white string of her thong disappearing between her cheeks. The silence lasted barely a second, but everyone noticed. She straightened slowly, knowing exactly where the gazes were pinned, and felt that familiar heat between her legs, the one that always came when she knew she was desired. Her cunt began to get wet, and she noticed the fabric of her shorts dampening at the crotch.

Hugo came over under the pretense of helping her. He stood behind her and let his body barely brush against his daughter’s, pressing the hard bulge of his cock against Renata’s ass.

—Thanks for bringing all this. You shine, as always.

Patricia stepped to the other side and ran a hand along her waist, sliding down to the curve of her hip, squeezing the flesh with her fingers.

—She loves being looked at, doesn’t she? You can tell by the way she moves. You can tell by how wet her cunt gets.

Andrés, the birthday boy, was opening gifts a little farther away. He looked up and was left with his mouth slightly open when he saw his sister. He said nothing, but his face turned red and he crossed his legs to hide the cock that was painfully hardening inside his pants.

Renata smiled to herself. She knew she wasn’t just another guest. She was the center of the afternoon, the reason the eyes kept drifting away from the grill and the beers. And the gathering had only just begun.

***

The meat was already steaming on the long table when Renata went into the kitchen with a stack of dirty plates. The shorts had clung even tighter to her with the heat, outlining the lips of her cunt from the front. Hugo and Patricia followed her almost at the same time, under the excuse of helping clean up.

Hugo pushed the door shut behind him and came up behind her as she set the plates in the sink. His body pressed against hers without any disguise, his hard cock jabbing between his daughter’s ass cheeks through the fabric.

—Stay still for a moment —he murmured, breathing into the nape of her neck—. Do you know what you do to me when you move like that? Look how hard my cock is because of you.

Renata kept her hands on the sink. Instead of moving away, she pushed back slightly, rubbing her ass against her father’s hard bulge.

—Dad… with everyone out there —she said softly, without conviction, while feeling his cock slot itself right into the crack of her ass.

Patricia leaned against the counter and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, wearing a loaded smile. With the other hand she slipped her fingers under her skirt and touched herself over her panties.

—Relax, sweetheart. We just want you to enjoy your afternoon. You’re flushed… look at yourself. I’ve got my cunt soaked just from seeing you.

—And you’ve got the same problem —Renata replied, looking her mother straight in the eyes, her breathing already ragged and her ass still pressed against her father’s cock.

Hugo ran a hand over her stomach and slid it down slowly, slipping it inside her shorts. His fingers met the thong’s soaked fabric and moved it aside. He found his daughter’s lips swollen, wet, and sank his middle finger in to the knuckle. Renata let out a low gasp, biting her lip to keep from crying out.

—Dad… not there, fuck… —she whispered, though she spread her legs wider for him.

—You’re a filthy little bitch, daughter —Hugo growled in her ear, pulling out his shiny finger and taking it to his mouth—. You taste fucking divine.

Patricia came closer and ran her tongue over her husband’s lips, sucking the taste of her own daughter’s cunt from him. Then she grabbed Renata by the nape and planted a kiss on her mouth, a deep one, with tongue, transferring her own flavor. The three breaths had grown heavy in the closed kitchen air. For a moment no one moved, as if all of them were measuring how far they were willing to go. Renata was the one who broke the moment. She pulled away slowly, her legs still trembling, picked up a clean glass, and left the kitchen with her cheeks burning, leaving her parents staring at each other in silence, their hands still tucked under each other’s clothes.

She climbed the stairs of the old house with slow steps. She needed a moment away from the looks, though part of her was already missing them. She reached the second-floor hallway and headed for her old bedroom, the one that still held some of her furniture and clothes from when she lived there.

She pushed the half-open door and froze.

***

Andrés was sitting on the edge of the bed, his pants pulled down to his ankles and his hard cock pointing toward the ceiling. In one hand he gripped one of her thongs, sniffing it; with the other he held his cock and jerked himself up and down with a firm fist, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, letting out muffled gasps. The pink head of his cock gleamed wet with the pre-cum leaking from it. His face burned with shame and desire in equal parts.

Renata stood in the doorway, feeling her own body respond to what she saw. Her brother’s cock was thick, more than she had imagined, with veins standing out and his balls swollen beneath. She didn’t say anything at first. She only closed the door behind her, slowly, without locking it.

—Andrés… —she whispered at last, her voice rougher than she meant it to be—. Since when are you such a nasty little thing, little brother? You jerk off with my panties?

Andrés looked up in shock. He tried to cover his cock with his hands, to stammer out an apology.

—Renata… sorry, I… it’s just your smell drives me crazy. I’ve been like this for months. I cum every night thinking about you. I can’t take it anymore.

She smiled with that slow, dangerous smile the whole neighborhood knew. It’s his birthday, she thought. Maybe he deserves a real present. She walked to the bed without hurrying, feeling her heart pounding in her chest and her cunt dripping inside her shorts.

—Don’t apologize —she said, sitting beside him—. If you wanted it that badly, you only had to look at me properly. Like everybody does. Take those hands away, let me have a proper look at that cock of yours.

Andrés obeyed and showed her the whole cock, red and hard, throbbing against his stomach. Renata reached out and took hold of it. It was hot, thick, and she could barely close her fingers around it. She squeezed it a couple of times and brought out a thick drop from the tip.

—Fuck, little brother… you’ve got a really good one —she murmured, and bent down before he could answer.

She ran her tongue along its whole length, from the balls to the tip, in one long, slow lick. Andrés let out a muffled groan and put a hand in her hair. Renata opened her mouth and took half of it in. Her lips closed around her brother’s cock and she began to bob her head up and down, sucking him hungrily. With her free hand she weighed his balls, squeezing them gently. The wet sounds of her mouth sucking filled the room.

—Renata… fuck, fuck… I can’t take it like this —Andrés panted, watching his sister swallow his cock.

She pulled the cock from her mouth with a smack and licked her glistening lips clean of saliva.

—Don’t even think about cumming yet, little brother. The party’s just getting started.

She moved his hand away and kissed him. It was a slow, hungry kiss, the kind that wipes out any thought of turning back, with the taste of his own cock still on Renata’s tongue. Andrés pulled her by the waist, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, and she let him. She stood up for a moment, pulled down her shorts and thong in one motion, ending up naked from the waist down, and straddled him, lowering herself slowly onto his legs.

—Happy birthday, little brother —she murmured against his mouth—. This year, the gift is me.

As they kissed, the bedroom door opened a crack. Hugo and Patricia peered in first; behind them came the others, drawn by the suspicious silence in the house. They stayed pressed against the back wall, breathing hard, not daring to interrupt. They only watched. Marcos put a hand to the bulge in his pants and squeezed it without hiding it. Doña Elvira fanned herself faster, eyes shining and fixed on her granddaughter’s ass. Raúl pulled his cock out of his pants outright, not caring about anything, and started stroking it slowly.

Renata felt the eyes on her back and, far from stopping, they turned her on even more. She turned her head just enough to discover them all and smiled. Let them watch. That was, in the end, what she knew best how to do: be the center.

She lifted her blouse over her head and let it fall to the floor. She was completely naked, her firm breasts bouncing with her breathing, her nipples erect, dark. Andrés ran his hands over her as if he still couldn’t believe it, moving from her waist to her tits, squeezing them, lowering his head to take one nipple into his mouth and suck hard. Renata let out a moan and pressed the back of his neck into her chest.

—Sis… you’re perfect —Andrés panted when he let go of her breast—. I don’t even know where to start.

—Start inside —she replied, taking his cock and placing it at the entrance of her soaked cunt—. Open me up good, little brother.

She lowered herself slowly, swallowing his whole cock in one movement. Both of them moaned at once. Renata felt her brother filling her all the way, felt the tip touch something inside that made her shiver. She stayed still for a moment, with his cock buried to the balls, savoring it.

—Fuck, you’re so hot inside —Andrés growled, his hands dug into his sister’s wide hips.

—And you’re so fucking big… look how you open me up.

She started moving. First slowly, lifting and dropping her ass in broad circles, letting everyone see. Her brother’s cock went in and out coated in her juices, shining, and made a sticky sound every time she sank all the way down. Her breasts bounced with the rhythm, and her long hair fell down her sweat-damp back.

Don Tomás muttered something from the wall, his voice thick, and his hand slipped inside his pants. Doña Elvira gripped his arm, her eyes fixed on the scene, and with the other hand she slid her fingers under her dress. Patricia was biting her lip; she had hiked her skirt up to her waist and Hugo had two fingers buried deep in his wife’s cunt, fucking her hard while they watched their children. The lust in the room was thick, almost touchable. You could smell the sex, hear the heavy breathing and the wet splashing of Renata’s cunt devouring her brother’s cock.

—Look at me good —Renata panted, not addressing anyone in particular—. This is what I do to people. Look how I take it all the way in.

She leaned back and rested her hands on Andrés’s thighs, spreading her legs wide so everyone could see his brother’s cock sinking into her cunt. Andrés grabbed her tits from behind, squeezing them as he drove up into her, fucking her faster and faster. His balls slapped against Renata’s ass with every thrust, making a fleshy sound that filled the room.

—Like this, brother… harder, give it to me rough —she begged, biting her lip—. Break my cunt in front of everyone.

Andrés couldn’t hold out much longer. He grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over, laying her face-down on the bed. Renata lifted her ass, offering it to him, looking over her shoulder at the family pressed to the wall. Andrés got behind her and drove into her again in one thrust, this time all the way in, with his sister’s wide ass cheeks pounding against his stomach. He grabbed her hair and fucked her cunt like an animal, the veins in his neck standing out.

—Take it, sister, take it… —he panted with every thrust.

Renata screamed into the pillow, her fingers clutching the sheets. Her ass trembled with every удар. An orgasm rose from her feet and burst in the pit of her stomach, and she let out a long cry while her cunt clenched around her brother’s cock, spilling juices down her thighs.

—I’m cumming, fuck, I’m cumming… —she moaned without stopping.

Andrés shuddered all over, gripping her hips with both hands. He pulled his cock out in one yank, jerked it twice, and sprayed a thick stream of semen over her ass, over her lower back, over the hollow of her waist. Then he shoved it back in and kept thrusting until he emptied himself inside her cunt, grunting. Renata stayed there panting, face-down, her ass full of her brother’s cum.

When it was all over, she remained over him for a moment, her forehead resting against his, both of them breathing as if they had run miles. She felt the semen begin to trickle down the inside of her thigh.

—That was your birthday present, little brother —she said softly, with a tired smile—. My best gift.

The family, against the wall, said nothing. Only ragged breathing and shining eyes. Raúl finished cumming into his hand in silence, his cock still dripping. Patricia moaned softly with Hugo’s fingers inside her and bit his shoulder to keep from screaming. Renata ran two fingers between her legs, scooped up some of the semen that was leaking out, and brought them to her mouth, sucking them slowly in front of everyone. She picked up the blouse from the floor, put it on without hurry, leaving the lower half naked a little longer, and looked at all of them one by one, like someone drawing a curtain closed.

***

They went downstairs separately, a few minutes apart, as if nothing had happened. When Renata appeared through the back door, the patio was the same as before: the grill smoking, beers on the table, norteño music playing low. But the atmosphere changed the moment she walked toward the table. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair slightly mussed, and she walked with a new calm, like a woman who’d been well fucked.

Hugo set down his beer and looked her up and down with a loaded smile.

—Well now… Renata’s back. You look different, daughter. It shows they left your cunt happy.

Patricia came over and ran a hand along her waist, sliding down to squeeze her hip. With a discreet motion she slipped her fingers under the shorts and brought them out shining with semen mixed with juices.

—You gave your brother a good present, didn’t you? —she whispered in her ear, licking her fingers—. Next time, we all want our turn. Me first.

Renata didn’t answer with words. She only walked slowly toward the cooler, swaying her hips more than necessary, feeling all the gazes follow her like invisible hands and noticing her brother’s semen running down her thigh inside her shorts.

Don Tomás settled into the rocking chair and let out a low laugh, still with his cock half-hard inside his pants.

—That girl knows what she’s worth. Tomorrow the whole neighborhood will still be talking about her, but we already know what we know. I plan to taste that cunt before I die, I’m telling you.

Doña Beatriz, in a low but clear voice, murmured:

—Today it was Andrés’s turn. Something tells me it won’t be the last time. And something tells me none of us here will be able to resist.

Andrés came down a few minutes later, his face still red and his gaze evasive. He sat in his place without saying anything, but he couldn’t stop looking at his sister every time she moved. His cock got hard again just from seeing her. Renata stood in front of him for a moment and bent to pick up an empty bottle from the floor, letting the shorts ride up just enough to show her brother a bright thread of semen still sliding down her thigh.

—Are you satisfied with your present, brother? —she asked softly, only for him.

Andrés swallowed, looking at her thigh.

—More than satisfied, Renata. I want to do it again soon. Tonight, if you let me.

The family let out low laughs and loaded comments. Hugo raised his beer as if making a toast.

—To Andrés’s birthday… and to Renata, who always knows how to make a family gathering unforgettable. And to all the ones to come.

Renata felt a fresh heat between her legs. She sat beside her brother, crossed her legs tightly to feel the semen spread inside her, and smiled to herself. Night fell over the patio, the beers kept flowing, and the conversations went back to normal on the surface. But underneath it all, the lust was still alive, beating like a shared secret. Under the table, she felt her father’s hand sliding up her thigh, and on the other side her uncle Raúl’s hand doing the same.

She looked around, feeling the gazes pinned to her body and the hands beginning to slip under her shorts again, and thought the gathering was only just ending. She still had a lot more to give. And everyone in that house knew it.