Renata's Forbidden Secret at the Family Party

The late afternoon sun fell warmly over the broad patio of the house on the edge of the neighborhood. The smell of meat on the grill mixed with the smoke and a norteño song drifting out of 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 atmosphere shifted 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 stuck to the sweat of the afternoon, her firm breasts rose and fell with every breath, her nipples standing hard against the fabric. What truly stole the breath, though, 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 in front. And every step made everything about her sway slowly, 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’s Renata —he murmured without looking away, his voice already a little hoarse—. Every time I see her, she seems even more imposing. That ass is a sin.

Patricia, his wife, turned her head and smiled with that half-smile that slipped out when something was turning her on from the inside.

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

Don Tomás was sitting in his rocking chair, under the shade of the big tree. He had years on him, but his eyes were still those of a man who knows how to appreciate a good body. He settled back 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’s provoking. Don’t you think the same, Elvira?

Doña Elvira, beside him, fanned herself with a paper napkin.

—Of course, Tomás. She’s a delight and a sin at the same time. A woman like that doesn’t go unnoticed, even if she tried. 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 close.

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

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

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

Raúl, the maternal uncle, didn’t say anything out loud, but his gaze was so intense that Renata felt it like a warm caress on the back of her neck. He adjusted his cock inside his pants with no attempt to hide it. 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 as if the whole patio belongs to her. And as if 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 farther and exposed the lower part of her back, the base of her ass, and the white string of her thong disappearing between them. The silence lasted barely a second, but everyone noticed it. She straightened up slowly, knowing exactly where all the eyes were fixed, 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 how the fabric of her shorts was dampening at the crotch.

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

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

Patricia positioned herself on the other side and ran a hand over 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 soaked her cunt gets.

Andrés, the birthday boy, was opening presents 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 stiffening 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 barely begun.

***

The meat was already smoking on the long table when Renata walked into the kitchen with a stack of dirty dishes. The shorts had clung even tighter to her with the heat, outlining the lips of her cunt in 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 while she placed the dishes in the sink. His body pressed against hers without any pretense, his hard cock jabbing between his daughter’s ass cheeks through the fabric.

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

Renata stayed with her hands on the sink. Instead of pulling away, she pushed back a little, rubbing her ass against the hard bulge of her father’s cock.

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

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

—Easy, daughter. We just want you to enjoy your afternoon. You’re flushed… look at yourself. I’m soaking wet from watching you too.

—And you’re showing the same —Renata replied, looking straight into her mother’s eyes, her breathing already uneven and her ass still pressed against her father’s cock.

Hugo ran a hand over her stomach and moved lower, slipping it into her shorts. His fingers found the soaked fabric of her thong and pushed 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 bitch, daughter —Hugo growled in her ear, pulling out the shining finger and bringing it to his mouth—. You taste amazing.

Patricia came closer and ran her tongue over her husband’s lips, licking up the taste of her own daughter’s cunt. Then she grabbed Renata by the nape and planted a deep, tongue-filled kiss on her mouth, transferring her own taste. The three breaths had grown heavy in the closed air of the kitchen. For a moment nobody 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 walked out of the kitchen with flushed cheeks, leaving her parents staring at each other in silence, their hands still buried beneath 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 already missed them. She reached the second-floor hallway and headed to her old room, the one that still kept 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 was gripping a thong of hers, sniffing it; with the other he was holding his dick and pumping it up and down with a firm fist, eyes closed, mouth slightly open letting out muffled gasps. The pink head of his cock shone wet with the pre-cum leaking from it. His face burned with shame and desire in equal measure.

Renata stood in the doorway, feeling her own body respond to the sight of him. Her brother’s cock was thick, thicker 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 finally whispered, her voice rougher than she meant—. Since when are you such a filthy boy, little brother? You jack off with my panties?

Andrés opened his eyes wide. He tried to cover his cock with his hands, to stammer an apology.

—Renata… sorry, I… it’s just that your smell drives me crazy. I’ve been like this for months. I come 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 gift. She walked to the bed without hurry, 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 just had to look at me properly. Like everyone does. Take those hands away, let me have a good look at that cock of yours.

Andrés obeyed and showed her his cock in full, red and hard, throbbing against his belly. Renata reached out and grabbed it. It was hot, thick, and her fingers could barely close around it. She squeezed it a couple of times and drew a thick drop from the tip.

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

She ran her tongue over the whole length, from the balls to the tip, in a long, slow lick. Andrés let out a muffled groan and reached for her hair. Renata opened her mouth and swallowed him halfway. Her lips closed around her brother’s cock and she began moving 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… shit, shit… like that I can’t hold on —Andrés gasped, watching his sister swallowing his cock.

She pulled his cock from her mouth with a pop and licked her lips clean, shining with saliva.

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

She moved his hand away and kissed him. It was a slow, hungry kiss, the kind that erases any thought of turning back, with the taste of his own cock still on Renata’s tongue. Andrés pulled her by the waist, burying his fingers in the soft flesh of her hips, and she let him. She stood for a moment, pulled down her shorts and thong in one go, ending up naked from the waist down, and climbed astride him, mounting him slowly over 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 peeked 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 took his 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 from his pants outright, not caring about anything, and began stroking it slowly.

Renata felt the eyes on her back and, far from stopping, they excited her even more. She turned her head slightly, discovered 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 as she breathed, nipples erect, dark. Andrés ran his hands over her as if he still couldn’t believe it, moving from her waist up to her tits, squeezing them, lowering his head to take a nipple into his mouth and suck hard. Renata let out a moan and pressed his neck against her chest.

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

—Start with the inside —she answered, grabbing his cock and placing it at the entrance of her soaked cunt—. Open me wide, 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 to the base, the tip touching something inside her that made her tremble. 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’re opening me.

She started moving. First slowly, lifting and lowering her ass in wide circles, letting everyone see. Her brother’s cock went in and out coated in her juices, shining, making a sticky sound every time she sank down all the way. 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 into his pants. Doña Elvira tightened her grip on his arm, eyes fixed on the scene, and with her other hand she slipped her fingers under her dress. Patricia was biting her lip; she had pulled her skirt up to her waist and Hugo had two fingers buried deep in his wife’s cunt, fucking her fingers hard while they watched their children. The arousal in the room was thick, almost touchable. Sex could be smelled, heavy breathing could be heard, and the wet splashing of Renata’s cunt devouring her brother’s cock.

—Look at me well —Renata gasped, not addressing anyone in particular—. This is what I do to people. Watch 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 how her brother’s cock sank into her cunt. Andrés grabbed her tits from behind, squeezing them while he drove into her from below, fucking her faster and faster. His balls slapped against Renata’s ass with every thrust, making a meaty sound that filled the room.

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

Andrés couldn’t take much more. He grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over, laying her face down on the bed. Renata lifted her ass, offering it, looking over her shoulder at the family pressed against the wall. Andrés positioned himself behind her and drove into her again with one thrust, this time all the way in, with his sister’s wide ass hitting his belly. He grabbed her hair and fucked her cunt like an animal, the veins in his neck standing out.

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

Renata screamed into the pillow, her fingers squeezing the sheets. Her ass trembled with every blow. An orgasm climbed from her feet up to burst in the pit of her stomach, and she let out a long shriek while her cunt tightened around her brother’s cock, spilling juices down her thighs.

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

Andrés shook all over, gripping her hips with both hands. He yanked his cock out, pumped it twice, and unloaded a thick stream of semen over her ass cheeks, over her lower back, over the dimple of her waist. Then he thrust back into her and kept driving until he emptied himself inside her cunt, growling. Renata stayed there gasping, face down, her ass covered in her brother’s cum.

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

—That was your birthday gift, 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 slipping out, and brought them to her mouth, sucking them slowly in front of everyone. She gathered the blouse from the floor, put it on unhurriedly, leaving the bottom half naked a little longer, and looked at them one by one, like someone drawing the curtain shut.

***

They went downstairs separately, a few minutes apart, as if nothing had happened. When Renata appeared through the back door, the patio was still the same: 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 just a little disheveled, and she walked with a new calm, like a woman who had been well fucked.

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

—Well… Renata’s back. You look different, daughter. It’s obvious they left your cunt satisfied.

Patricia came over and slid a hand over her waist, down to squeeze her hip. With a discreet motion she slipped her fingers under the shorts and brought them back out shining with a mix of semen and 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 just walked slowly toward the cooler, swaying her hips more than necessary, feeling all the eyes follow her like invisible hands and noticing her brother’s semen running down the inside of her thigh beneath the 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’m going to try that cunt before I die, I’m telling you.

Doña Beatriz, her voice low but clear, 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 is going to miss out.

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 watching his sister every time she moved. His cock hardened again just from seeing her. Renata stopped 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 happy with your gift, brother? —she asked softly, only for him.

Andrés swallowed, looking at her thigh.

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

The family let out low laughter 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 still to come.

Renata felt a new heat between her legs. She sat beside her brother, crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs to feel the semen spread inside her, and smiled to herself. Night fell over the patio, the beers kept flowing, and the conversations returned to seeming normal on the surface. But underneath it all, the arousal remained alive, pulsing like a shared secret. Beneath 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 eyes pinned to her body and the hands starting to slip under her shorts again, and thought that the gathering was only just ending. She still had plenty to give. And everyone in that house knew it.