The Day My Family Decided to Share Me

In the previous stories I told how the harem I share with the three most important women in my life came to an end: my mother, my stepmother, and her daughter. This, on the other hand, is the prequel: the exact day when it all began.

My name is Mateo, and until two summers ago I lived an ordinary life in a house with a pool on the outskirts of Guadalajara. My mother, Carolina, had married years earlier to Renata, a Mexican woman from Monterrey with a daughter my own age. Camila was beautiful, bossy, and had made it a sport to pick fights with me. I had just turned twenty-two and my world, until that July afternoon, was textbook ordinary.

The garden thermometer read thirty-eight degrees.

—What unbearable heat —Carolina complained, fanning herself with an old magazine.

—I love it. It reminds me of my homeland —Renata answered from the sun lounger, tanning herself with that same indifference of hers.

Camila was beside me, sunk into a plastic chair, looking at her phone. I was trying to read a novel.

—Dummy, bring me a soda —she ordered without looking up.

—Go yourself, like I’m your servant —I shot back.

—Let me remind you who’s in charge here —she said, and with a swipe of her hand she snatched the book from me.

—Give it back, Camila.

—Enough, daughter —Renata stepped in, serious this time—. Stop bothering your stepbrother.

Camila clicked her tongue and, instead of giving it back, threw it onto the grass. I bent down to pick it up. And then she did it. With one clean tug, she yanked my shorts down to my ankles, and with them my boxer briefs. I was left naked, bent over, with my cock hanging between my legs in full view of the three of them.

I thought they’d laugh like always. That they’d call me slow or stupid. That the joke would last ten seconds. What happened was something else.

The three of them fell silent.

I slowly looked up and found them staring at me, their eyes very still, locked on my crotch. My mother with the magazine half-raised and her mouth slightly open. Renata sitting up on the lounger, the bikini neckline trembling with a breath that had quickened. Camila with the little smile wiped from her face in one blow and her tongue peeking out between her lips. There was a fraction of a second when the whole garden seemed to hold its breath, and I felt three pairs of eyes run over my dick with a shamelessness I had never seen in them before.

I hauled my shorts back up.

—Are you okay? —I asked, awkwardly.

—Yes, yes, everything’s fine —the three of them said at once, too quickly.

They were not fine.

***

The following days I became the silent center of something I didn’t know how to name. My mother changed the way she bent over whenever she picked something up off the floor, offering me each time that round ass, tight under her skirt, which I tried not to look at and which made my cock go hard in two seconds. Renata, who had never been particularly affectionate, started hugging me with my face pressed against her huge tits a second longer than usual, letting me feel her hard nipples through the fabric. Camila, instead of pushing me when she annoyed me, would brush my cock through my pants with her open palm, in a gesture that was meant to seem accidental but left me with a swollen dick for half the afternoon.

I couldn’t quite believe it. They were my family. It had to be something else.

Until the night they all ended up in the hallway, in front of my bedroom door, all three in robes, all three with the same plan written on their faces.

—What are you doing here, Carolina? —Renata asked, offended—. Were you planning to cheat on me with my own stepson?

—And you came for the same thing, Mom —Camila hissed—. The two of you are unbelievable.

—Don’t play saint, girl —my mother shot back—. You’ve been touching his cock for days when you think we’re not looking.

So I wouldn’t hear them, they went down to the living room. Renata told me later. They were there almost an hour.

—Let’s get this straight —Carolina said—. The three of us want the same thing. Let’s stop pretending. I’ve been fingering myself for days thinking about my own son’s dick.

—And I should go first —Camila cut in—. I’m the one who found out what it looked like. I saw it hard and all of it. I earned it.

—Girl, with that skinny little ass of yours you’re in no position to demand anything —Renata laughed—. Mateo needs real tits and ass, not that stick body of yours.

—Your ass won’t be so big when I’m done kicking it, old woman —Camila replied—. And my pussy is tighter than yours, which is already stretched out from having had kids.

—Try it, brat, and I’ll give you the spanking you didn’t get as a child.

—Enough —my mother cut them off, planting herself between the two of them—. We’re family. The three of us are a mess, the three of us want it, the three of us are hot as hell, but family always comes before lust. We share him.

Renata raised an eyebrow.

—Share him how?

—A harem. One day each. Whoever’s turn it is fucks him however she wants, and the other two put up with it. And we watch each other so none of us sneaks off with him in secret.

Camila burst out laughing.

—You’re both sick. Count me in.

—And who goes first? —Renata asked.

—Rock, paper, scissors —my mother said.

Renata won.

***

I was finishing turning a page when the door was kicked open. Renata came in naked. Completely naked. Her black hair loose, her huge tits hanging heavy against her chest with the dark nipples hard as stones, her shaved pussy, her brown skin shining with a coat of oil. She had no robe on. Nothing.

—Time to have some fun, boy —she said—. You’re going to see what a real woman is like.

—Renata, what…

She didn’t let me finish. She grabbed me by the nape and kissed me. Her tongue came in without asking permission, stirred up my whole mouth, sucked on mine. My body, that traitorous body, responded before my head did and my cock went rock hard against the waistband of my pajama pants. One of her hands squeezed my dick through the fabric, pressing and releasing, measuring me. The other held the back of my neck with a strength I had never imagined in her.

—You’re really thick, little bastard —she murmured against my mouth—. I knew I wasn’t imagining things.

—This is wrong —I managed to say when she let my mouth go.

—It’s downright awful —she answered—. And you’re about to see how good what’s awful can be. I’m going to do things to you your mommy never dared say to you.

She ripped off my T-shirt in one yank, pulled down my pants, and when my hard cock sprang up she stared at it for a second, biting her lip.

—Holy shit. Camila was right. That’s a cock, not the trash her father had.

She hoisted me onto her shoulder like a sack, gave my ass a sharp smack, and carried me to the bathroom like that. She set me standing in the tub, turned on the shower, and got in with me under the hot water.

—Renata, please, Mom and Camila are going to hear us —I insisted, my voice already weaker than I wanted.

—Your mother and Camila already know. And you’ll have to fuck them too when their turn comes. Relax, everything’s already been talked through. Now shut up and let me do you, because I’ve been dreaming about this cock for months.

She said it while soaping my chest. Slowly. With her open hand. Sliding little by little until her fingers closed around my dick and gave it the first long, slippery stroke, squeezing the head every time she came back up. My legs trembled.

She put her hands on my hips, turned me around, made me lean against the tiles with my palms flat. I felt her soapy tits rubbing against my back, her hard nipples drawing two wet lines over me, and at the same time her right hand coming down in front, finding me again, closing around my cock and beginning to jerk me with the slow, expert rhythm of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing. With her other hand she spread my ass cheeks and I felt one of her fingers brush my hole from behind.

—This too, little bastard —she whispered in my ear—. I’ll teach you, but that’ll be another day.

When she sped up her fist on my cock, I stopped resisting. My knees nearly gave out. The moan that escaped me was loud enough for them to hear it from the living room. I found that out later.

***

Carolina and Camila had stayed on the living-room sofa, frustrated. Renata’s voice, the sound of water, my moans, everything filtered down through the staircase. My mother had her hand inside her shorts. Camila was squeezing her tits over her T-shirt.

—I’m so jealous —Camila murmured—. Her enjoying that dick and us here fingering ourselves.

—If you want to have some fun —my mother replied—, I’ve got an idea.

And she kissed her. Long. With tongue. Shoving it down her throat. When they separated, a thread of saliva still linked them and Camila was panting.

—But what the…

—If your mother can fuck my son, I can experiment with her daughter —Carolina said, and she grabbed one of Camila’s tits under the T-shirt, found the nipple with her fingers and pinched it—. Doesn’t that seem fair to you?

—More than fair —Camila gasped.

They stripped on the sofa, unhurriedly, watching each other. My mother yanked Camila’s panties off in one pull and spread her legs. After that it was all hands, mouths, and a different kind of heat. Carolina had done that before with many women. Camila hadn’t, and it showed in the way she learned, eager and clumsy at the same time. My mother guided her, patient, as if she had been waiting for that afternoon for years. She bit her neck, sucked on her tits one by one until the nipples turned purple, licked her navel, spread her legs wider and lowered her face to my stepsister’s shaved pussy. She started eating her out with her whole tongue, squeezing her ass cheeks with both hands, sucking her clit with her lips.

—Oh, Mom, oh, don’t stop —Camila moaned, arched, with her hands sunk in my mother’s hair—. Eat it, eat it all.

When Carolina slid two fingers into her and curled them upward while still sucking her clit, Camila came with a cry that joined mine in another part of the house. After that they got into scissors position, cunt against cunt, and began to grind against each other with their legs entangled, rubbing their swollen clits until they both came again, the sofas slick with wetness.

***

Back in the bathroom, Renata knelt in front of me. The shower was still pouring over us. She looked up at me with something between hunger and amusement, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue so I could see how wide and pink it was.

—Stepmom, I’m begging you —I muttered—. No.

—Shut up and enjoy it, sweetheart. I’ve been thinking about this cock in my mouth for months.

She said it and, without waiting for an answer, took my whole dick in one swallow, until I felt the tip bump the back of her throat. She didn’t gag. She came back up very slowly, sucking with her cheeks hollowed, and when she reached the tip she took my cock out of her mouth with a loud plop and started licking the head with the tip of her tongue, circling and circling, while she jerked me with her fist.

—Look how thick your stepmom is getting you, little bastard —she said, looking up at me from below—. Look at your father’s wife sucking you off.

She swallowed it again. This time she started moving fast, gripping my ass with both hands to pin me against her face, fucking herself with my cock while I unraveled against the tiles. Her tongue worked my frenulum on every upward stroke. With one hand she squeezed my balls.

I moaned louder than I meant to. Guilt and pleasure blurred together until I could no longer tell them apart.

Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come, I kept telling myself. I came. I shot into her mouth in wave after wave. Renata didn’t pull her face away. I felt each spasm blast against her palate while she kept sucking, swallowing, milking me to the last drop. When she finally pulled my cock from her mouth, she opened her lips to show me her empty tongue and smiled, as if she had scored a point in a game only she was playing.

—Tasty, tasty, tasty —she said, licking her lips—. And this is only the appetizer.

She took me to the shower floor, laid me on my back over the tiles, climbed on top astride me and, without using her hand, rubbing her pussy against my still-hard cock until it was soaked, let herself drop and took me in all the way. We both moaned at once. It was hot, tight, slippery. She stayed still for a second, eyes closed, feeling me inside her.

—God, little bastard, you fill me up so good —she panted.

And she started riding me. Slowly at first, rising and falling with her hands braced on my chest, letting me see how her huge tits bounced with every movement. Harder after that, bracing herself on my knees and impaling herself up and down, her ass slapping loudly against my thighs, her cunt splashing every time she dropped down on me. Each thrust wrung a different sound out of me. She spat in my mouth, licked my face, bit my neck, told me things in Mexican Spanish that I could barely keep up with, things about whores and fucking and cum. My stepmother, on top of me, my cock buried in her cunt to the balls, in the shower of my house. The sentence didn’t even make sense.

—Look at me, little bastard, look at me riding my stepson’s cock —she panted, staring into my eyes—. Tell me you love this cunt. Say it.

—I love it —I moaned—. I love your cunt, Renata.

—That’s it, that’s it, say it again.

She leaned down to shove one nipple into my mouth and I sucked on it as best I could, dizzy, while she kept bouncing. When I felt I was about to cum again I warned her with a growl.

—Inside, inside, all the way inside —she ordered—. Paint this cunt with your cream.

I grabbed her hips and came inside her in long spasms. Renata moaned, still, crushed against my chest, feeling my cock throbbing inside her pussy.

—How I missed this —she said—. Good thing I got my tubes tied, because if not, Camila would already have a little brother.

—Renata, that’s enough, please.

—It’s enough when I say it is —she answered—. I’m not done yet. And you’re not going anywhere until I am.

She turned around, climbed over me, sat on her knees over my face with her pussy full of my semen right above my mouth, and left me no choice.

—Eat what you left in there —she ordered, grabbing my hair—. All of it. Use your tongue.

I stuck out my tongue and started licking her while she ground herself against my mouth, moving her hips in circles. I sucked her clit, pushed my whole tongue inside, swallowed my own cum mixed with my stepmother’s juice. Renata pressed herself against me, arched, tits in hand, and when she came she squeezed my face so hard between her thighs I almost drowned. I felt her pussy throbbing over my lips, heard her scream bounce off the tiles, and only then did she let me go.

***

The next morning I went down to the kitchen behind Renata. My mother and Camila were asleep, naked, wrapped around each other on the living-room sofa. A blanket half slipped away revealed one of my mother’s breasts and Camila’s tight ass. The strap-on Carolina must have taken out of the closet, a black harness dildo, lay on the floor with the tip still shiny. The smell in the living room said everything: cunt, sweat, and woman.

—I see you two were busy too —Renata said, laughing.

—Strengthening family bonds —my mother answered, stretching and shamelessly exposing a whole breast—. I taught my stepdaughter what a well-trained tongue is. And then how to use the strap-on.

Camila opened one eye, saw me, smiled, and dropped her gaze straight to my crotch.

And then they explained it to me. The three of them at once, completing one another, as if they had spent weeks rehearsing it. The harem. One day each. Me in the middle. Me quiet.

—This is unnatural —I protested, without much conviction—. I don’t want to be part of it.

—Too late, little brother —Camila said, getting naked off the sofa, her pink nipples pointed at me and her shaved pussy still glistening—. You’re already part of it. And today it’s my turn. Let’s go upstairs, because I’ve spent twenty-four hours hearing my mother suck your dick and now it’s my turn to try it.

She grabbed me by the pants, right over my cock, and squeezed it.

—At least let me have breakfast.

—You’ll eat after. And if you’re hungry, you know what I’m offering —she said, parting her legs slightly so I could see her cunt up close—. You’ve got breakfast here for a long time.

As Camila dragged me upstairs, I heard Renata say something to my mother in a low voice.

—The harem idea was the best thing you’ve ever come up with, my love. And that little bastard fucks better than his father, I swear.

—Look at your daughter bossing mine around, taking him up the stairs with that strap-on like he’s already her toy. That turned me on again. Should we do it again before breakfast? I’m in the mood for you to ride me with the strap-on.

The sound of Renata’s laughter and the smack of a wet kiss were the last things I heard before Camila closed my bedroom door, locked it, and dropped to her knees in front of me with her eyes fixed on my fly.

That was the first day. And it would also be the last day of the life I had known.