The Medicine My Husband Invented for My Brother

The air in the billiard club hung heavy like a damp blanket, thick with old smoke and the sharp crack of balls breaking apart. Bruno had three double whiskies in him and was staring at the green baize as if he were searching it for an answer that never came. Adrián, his brother-in-law, watched him from the other side of the table with a level of attention the boy did not even suspect: the exact mix of pity and calculation of someone who has already decided something.

—I swear to you, Adrián, I feel like a freak show attraction—Bruno blurted out, dropping the cue onto the felt in a gesture of rage—. Everyone thinks this is a blessing. It’s not. It’s a curse. Every woman I’ve slept with gets scared the second she sees me naked. They freeze up. Fear kicks in and that’s that.

Adrián put a hand on his shoulder and listened without interrupting, like someone gathering ammunition.

—I’ve never put it all the way in with anyone—not once—continued the young man, his eyes glassy with alcohol—. The ones I pay, the moment they see me, they tell me no, that thing won’t go in even with oil, that they don’t want to end up in the ER. I feel like a giant in pieces. Like nobody in the world was built to take me.

Adrián felt a shiver when he remembered what he had seen that very afternoon, without his wife knowing: those wide hips, those firm thighs swallowing the toy she kept hidden in the drawer.

—Easy, kid, don’t say that—he replied in a steady voice—. Listen to me carefully. The other day, in the bathroom, when I helped you because you were dizzy, I saw what you’ve got. I was stunned. But you’re no freak.

—You really saw it?—Bruno asked, almost embarrassed.

—Did I ever. And let me tell you something: it’s not that women don’t want it. It’s that you just haven’t met a real woman yet. A woman with a body, with years on her, with the calm to know how to enjoy something like that. There are women who’d give anything to feel that thickness. Women who wouldn’t be scared—they’d celebrate it.

The boy laughed without conviction and drained his drink. Adrián was thinking of Lorena, of her heavy breasts, of her pink areolas damp with sweat after she’d come. He was thinking, above all, that she was probably the only person capable of easing that boy’s frustration.

—And you really think someone like that exists?—Bruno insisted, a spark of hope in his voice.

—I’m sure of it. And she’s much closer than you imagine—Adrián answered, ordering another round while his mind was already sketching out the whole plan.

***

—Tell me something—Adrián resumed, leaning on the cue with a smile of complete complicity—. With that beast you’re carrying around, what kind of woman do you dream of? What do you really like?

Bruno sighed, took a long swallow from his glass, and the drunken man’s unfiltered honesty came spilling out on its own.

—Well, if I’m being honest… I like them big. Imposing, tall, with thick thighs that squeeze you hard and an ass that fills your hands. With wide hips, the kind you know won’t break when you put it all in.

Adrián nodded, feeling the kink crawl up his back as he thought of who was waiting at home.

—And tits?—he prompted, with a devilish gleam.

—That’s what gets me most—the boy said, growing animated—. Big, natural tits, heavy, with volume. I dream about a woman with wide areolas and a nipple that gets hard just from looking at it. But I’ve never had any luck. I always end up with thin girls who get scared. That’s why I feel like a weirdo.

Adrián let out a laugh loaded with intention. The portrait was, point by point, his own wife.

—You’re no weirdo. You’re looking for a real woman, the old-fashioned kind—he said, patting him on the back—. And they exist. And they have far more capacity than you think. My wife, without going any further, has the body you just described. Curves that would scare anyone who isn’t a full-grown man.

Bruno turned red and lowered his eyes to the floor.

—Jesus, Adrián… don’t tell me that, it’s embarrassing. But… yes. You’re right. Your wife is exactly my ideal.

Adrián smiled into his glass. It was exactly the answer he had come for.

***

He came home with a grim face, pretending to be burdened by a worry that bordered on tragedy. Lorena was waiting in the living room, wearing a silk nightdress that highlighted her curves and the pink of her cleavage, her skin still sensitive after the afternoon she had spent alone.

—What’s wrong, my love? You look awful—she asked, approaching with protective instinct.

He collapsed onto the sofa and took her hands.

—It’s your brother, sweetheart. He’s left me completely gutted—he began, his voice deliberately breaking—. He’s devastated. He confessed to me, nearly crying, that he feels like a freak. He says no woman wants him because of his size, that they all run as soon as they see it.

Lorena’s eyes widened. A genuine pang of pity crossed her chest, and her breasts rose and fell with an anguished sigh.

—Poor thing… I knew he had a hard time, but not that he suffered this much—she murmured, moved.

—It’s worse than you think—Adrián insisted, making it even darker with malice—. He told me he can’t see the point of life if he’s never going to be loved by a woman who isn’t afraid of him. I saw something in his eyes… It scares me that he might do something crazy. That he can’t take so much loneliness anymore.

She brought her hands to her mouth, her eyes shining with tears. Imagining her little brother sunk into such desperation filled her with infinite sorrow.

—No… we have to do something!—she exclaimed, feeling affection and a new sense of commitment mixing inside her—. We can’t leave him like that over something that isn’t his fault.

Adrián pulled her close. He felt her body tremble with emotion. He knew he had struck exactly the right chord: the compassion of a woman with a huge heart for the suffering of a man everyone feared, except perhaps her.

***

Driven by anguish, Lorena took out her phone. Her breasts rose and fell under the silk as she dialed the number and tapped the video call icon. The phone rang several times in absolute silence. At last the screen lit up.

Bruno’s face appeared, sweaty, disheveled, with a panicked look that came right through the camera. He was in the dark, lit only by the glow of his own phone, and it was obvious he had just sat up in a hurry. Lorena understood instantly that she had interrupted him in the middle of something.

—Hello? Sis? Is something wrong?—he asked, voice breaking and breathing ragged.

—Hi, honey. I was calling because you’ve seemed off lately. How are you?—she said with infinite sweetness, letting the camera show the pink of her cleavage and the breadth of her hips as she settled into the sofa.

Bruno swallowed, unable to look away. Adrián, out of frame, held his breath.

—Fine, fine… Have you talked to your husband? Did he tell you anything about this afternoon?—the boy asked, his heart in his throat, fearing the secret had blown up.

She, following the game her husband had set in motion, lied calmly.

—No, why? He told me you were playing billiards and not much else. Did something happen?

A sigh of physical relief could be heard. Bruno relaxed back against the pillow, though his gaze remained fixed on her through the screen.

—No, nothing… I drank too much. Don’t worry.

—Listen to me carefully—said Lorena, looking straight into his eyes—. Promise me that whatever you need, you’ll call me. I never want you to feel alone. Do you understand? Never. You’ve got me for anything.

The young man nodded in silence, moved and aroused in equal measure by the offer of that woman who now seemed capable of anything.

***

As soon as she hung up, Adrián emerged from the dimness where he had watched the whole scene, breathing heavily. His eyes shone with pride and with something dirtier.

—You’ve left me speechless, love—he whispered, circling her neck with his hands—. Taking care of him like that, knowing what he felt while he watched you… it’s the most incredible thing I’ve seen in thirty years. But now I can’t hold back anymore. After everything we’ve talked about, I’m dying to see you with the substitute, right here, in front of me.

She let out a nervous laugh and felt her thighs clench on their own.

—Here? Now?—she asked, though her hand was already instinctively reaching for the drawer.

—Right here. I want you to prove to me live that that size is nothing for a woman like you. I want to see you open yourself all the way. Show me what you’re capable of.

Lorena slowly stood up, deliberately provocative. She let the nightdress fall to the floor and revealed her whole body: the broad curve of her hips, the heavy breasts with pink areolas hardened by cold and excitement. She picked up the toy, with a head as thick as the beast they had talked about so much, and looked at her husband defiantly.

—Wait… let me get ready—she whispered, sitting on the edge of the sofa and opening her hips to give him a privileged view—. I need to lubricate well before trying to get something like that in.

She stroked herself with one hand while the other squeezed a breast, tightening the areola. But the minutes passed and, although she was visibly aroused, the size still commanded her respect. Adrián noticed that final barrier and knew how to break it.

—What you’re missing is the real stimulus, love—he said, taking the TV remote—. I’m going to put your brother’s photo on the big screen. I want you to see him there, huge, taking up everything. I want you to touch yourself while looking at him.

—No! For God’s sake, how embarrassing!—she exclaimed, covering her face, though her body did not stop moving—. I feel so sorry for him… he’s my brother. I can’t see him like that.

—Look at him, sweetheart. Look at that thickness, that beast only you can tame—he insisted, while the image filled the screen with every vein sharp and clear—. Do it for him. So he knows his sister is the bravest woman in the world.

She moved her hands away and fixed her gaze on the TV. Seeing that size in high definition was the trigger. Her fingers started working furiously. She slipped one in, then two, then three, moving them fast while her breasts bounced.

—Oh, God… it’s so big!—she moaned, losing control—. I’m coming just from looking at it!

A violent spasm shook her thighs and, after a few seconds of maximum tension, she burst into a loud orgasm that soaked her fingers, with her brother’s image presiding over the living room like a forbidden totem.

***

Still throbbing, Lorena took the toy in trembling hands. She slowly opened herself to receive the imposing replica, identical to what she saw on the screen.

—Slowly, love… feel how it stretches you—Adrián whispered into her ear while filming with his phone—. Imagine it’s him, that he’s finally found the only woman capable of taking him. Imagine what he’s always secretly wanted.

She let out a deep moan and squeezed her eyes shut as the toy advanced centimeter by centimeter. Her hips swayed with agonizing slowness. Feeling that real volume, so close to the one in the image, dragged her into a trance.

—It’s just… too wide… it fills me completely—she babbled, her breasts rising and falling frantically—. I feel like I’m going to explode… oh God, I can’t take it!

Adrián kept pushing her with his voice.

—Look at him on the screen! It’s him! Feel it like your own blood filling you!

That phrase was the final trigger. She drove the toy in with a decisive motion and her body arched in a violent spasm. Her thighs went rigid as stone and, for the second time that day, a gush shot out from inside her, drenching the toy and the sofa. She stayed arched, eyes rolled back, while Adrián watched, stunned, his thirty-year faithful wife turned into pure electricity.

—Again! You did it again!—he cried, dropping the phone to embrace her—. I’ve never seen you like this. Your brother has awakened something in you that has no turning back.

She, getting her breath back, could only look at him with a smile of disbelieving satisfaction, still unable to fully believe what her own body was capable of.

***

Later, once she had recovered, Lorena covered herself with the robe while Adrián replayed the video on his phone, a spark of triumph in his eyes.

—Look at this, love… it’s pure art—he said, his voice thick with kink—. I can’t keep it to myself. I have to show him.

She shrugged, feeling the blush crawl up her back.

—No, please! I’d die of embarrassment if he sees it… he’s my brother. Almost the same age as our eldest daughter, barely a couple of years older than the little one. Our daughters are already married, they’re fully grown women… and he looks like he belongs to their generation. I’d feel like a sinner just imagining it.

Adrián took her by the waist, enjoying the conflict that tightened her.

—That’s why it’s so powerful—he whispered, lowering his voice—. Your daughters have their own lives. But you are the matriarch of this family, the imposing woman. Letting him see his older sister giving in like this… that’s the definitive cure for his despair.

Lorena closed her eyes. The image of her daughters and that of her brother mixed with the huge toy on the screen.

—It’s madness… it makes me feel intense and forbidden at the same time—she confessed, resting her head on his shoulder—. But knowing I can rescue him from loneliness gives me a shiver I can’t describe. All right… we’ll wait until he comes for dinner. But promise me you’ll bring everything. Make it look like it was my mistake.

—I promise you. It’ll be our little family experiment—Adrián concluded, sealing the pact with a kiss on her neck, already savoring the most explosive dinner of their thirty years of marriage.