The Night My Parents Agreed to Play With Us

—Lucía… what did you do?

—Dad, relax. You don’t have to worry about anything.

—What are you talking about? I need to talk to your mother. Get out of the room, now.

I left him alone. It was late, he was tired, and he had too much to process. Mom hadn’t said a word to him about what Mateo and I already knew about her private life. Hernán was the one with the most to lose in front of anyone who knew him: a sturdy man, with a broad neck and a deep voice, the last person you’d ever imagine had secrets.

I couldn’t go back to my room: Mateo and Mom were there. I walked to the bedroom we’d shared as kids. For some reason I always ended up there when everything got to be too much, as if that space kept a simpler version of me. I lay down on the single bed, beneath the faded poster we’d never taken down, and let the weight of the week sink in.

I fell asleep with the feeling that I had broken something that couldn’t be mended. Mateo woke me, crawling in with me under the sheet. He hugged me from behind, kissed me on the cheek, and turned off the light again. I listened to him breathing slowly until I, too, went under.

***

On Friday I woke up before him. The sun was already high. The house, by contrast, was dead quiet. I tiptoed down the hall. The main bedroom door was ajar, the bed made with that military precision Mom only used when she wanted to erase evidence. No one was there.

I went down to the kitchen and started making breakfast. Coffee, toast, freshly squeezed orange juice. The ritual Mom always did, or Mateo when she left early. I focused on the knife, on the bread, on anything with edges.

My brother appeared with the same shipwrecked look I’d had an hour earlier.

—Where are the old folks?

—They’re not here.

—Did we fuck things up, Luci?

—I don’t know.

We sat in silence. Each of us with our own version of the disaster. I caused this, I thought. My desire opened the door and everyone fell through it.

The key turned in the lock around noon. They came in together, both of them serious, with that expression that in our house had always come before a long lecture. I was going to take the whole blame. I deserved it.

Mom spoke first. She did it slowly, with the voice she uses when something really matters to her. She said we had crossed a boundary that was theirs, that their intimacy as a couple was not a shared backyard. Hernán reinforced every sentence. He had trouble looking at us. I understood then that the problem wasn’t guilt: it was modesty. The idea that now we knew.

I tried to defend myself. My arguments sounded childish even to my own ears. Mateo nodded without speaking. I met his eyes and begged him silently to stand with me, not to leave me alone in this. He waited for the exact right moment and said, with that calm I had always envied:

—We were wrong, we know that. But we’re still family. How do we move forward?

Hernán took the blow. He looked at Mom and made a tiny, almost imperceptible gesture: we have to move on. Daniela took a deep breath and said what neither of us had expected.

—If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it together. We’ll go with you.

Mateo let out a nervous laugh.

—We’re all agreed that we can’t act like nothing happened. I think the fairest thing is for Dad and Lucía to start. Mom and I already caught up.

—You fucked Mom yesterday? —I spat—. And you weren’t going to tell me?

—I didn’t have time —he replied, and almost made me laugh.

—You two can talk about that later —Daniela cut in—. There’s only one rule: consent always, pleasure first.

—And how did you two get started, Mom?

—By talking a lot. Trying agreements. Reworking them when something didn’t work. For example: are the four of us agreed on living out our sexuality without friction? On accepting requests as long as they don’t make us uncomfortable? Do you want to take this step?

All four of us said yes. The word fell onto the table like a light switch someone had just turned off.

—Go shower —she said—. Put on something nice. If we’re going to do this as a family, we’re going to do it right.

***

We went upstairs in silence, each to our own room, each with the same electricity under our skin. Mateo showered first. I waited until he closed his door before going into the bathroom. I didn’t touch myself, though I wanted to. Just water, soap, wet hair. It did nothing: when I came out, the heat was already gathering again between my legs.

I chose a white set with lace and sheer panels, a thong with a thin string. I liked how it made me look. I wanted to feel angelic and daring at the same time, both things together, as if that combination were the only possible translation of what I was about to do.

I knocked on the main bedroom door. Mateo opened it for me, almost naked, with two elastic bands tight at the base of his cock and balls. I looked at him and lost my breath. Behind him, Mom. A black sheer slip, a bra made of thin straps, the thong I had worn before—the one with the hole—now on her. Hernán came out of the walk-in closet with a cage that held his cock in place, not letting it grow. I got wet just thinking about the size it could reach when they let it out.

—I wore that thong with your son the other day, Dani.

—I know. It smelled like you. It drove me crazy.

—Your son gets me like this —I said—. Like a total slut.

Hernán came up behind me.

—You get like this with that dickhead of a mind. I want to try it too. Don’t forget, daughter: bisexuals get to enjoy every pleasure.

I knelt in front of Mateo and, without using my hands, soaked his cock all over with my mouth. I lifted my gaze so Mom and Dad could see it clearly. They didn’t take long to join me. Hernán ran his tongue over Mateo’s balls, Daniela followed the shaft with hers. Taking advantage of the fact that they were bent over, I squeezed both their asses. Mom sank her hand between her legs, gathered the wetness dripping down my thighs, and took it to her lips. She smeared it across her cheek and ordered:

—Hernán, leave your son’s cock alone. Taste your daughter’s flavor off my face.

My father obeyed. He ran his tongue over her cheekbones, over her mouth, over her chin. How docile he is, I thought.

—Mom, will you ask Dad to eat me out? —I whispered.

—Of course, baby. Hernán, eat your daughter’s cunt. And you, Mateo, come over and tear your mother’s ass open.

We split into two pairs. Daniela got on all fours, lifted her hips, and let me see up close what the two of us had in common. Mateo spit on her and she gave a low laugh. The head of his cock slid in without effort. Daniela pressed at her clit with her free hand. I, beneath, felt my father’s tongue in places he should never have touched, and precisely because of that I couldn’t stop moving.

—Dad, I’m soaked. I want to feel you inside me.

—Your mother has the key.

—Daniela, give me the cage key!

Mom pulled a tiny key from her bra and passed it over. Hernán was freed. He was red from being held back so long. He brought it to Daniela’s mouth and she took it all in. Between them—Mateo fucking my mother’s ass, she sucking my father’s cock, the four of us tying ourselves into an impossible knot—I exploded in an orgasm I hadn’t been expecting.

I fell forward onto Mom’s sex, reaching for what was slowly leaking between her lips. I licked her clean. She tasted like something that can’t be named.

***

I sat down on Hernán when he asked me to. Three tries. Four. The last time I felt him go all the way in, felt him opening me from the inside, felt pain and pleasure as the same thing with two different syllables. I leaned against his chest. My tits bumped against his. My legs wrapped around his waist. If he’d been standing, it would have been the same position I fell asleep in as a little girl. The thought hit me like a current and, far from stopping me, pushed me deeper in.

—Hernán —I whispered in his ear—, today I won’t be able to take it in the ass. But help me open Mateo up. Do you want to open your daughter’s ass?

—Yes.

He took my brother’s cock and brought it between our mouths. We both sucked him at the same time, our tongues colliding.

—I can’t hold it —Mateo warned.

We took it as the starting gun. I sped up on Hernán, Mom appeared from behind with her tongue out, my brother shot the first jet onto my father’s face. I came against him, with a cry that scraped my own throat. I felt the nails of my left hand dig into Hernán’s back and knew they’d leave a mark.

—So much cum, Mateo —Mom said, and ran her tongue across Hernán’s face to take what was left.

—Now it’s my turn —my father said—. But like this I won’t be able to.

Daniela brought out the double toy my bed already knew. Hernán got on all fours. My mother, in front of him, with one leg on either side, lubed one of the ends with her own fluids and slowly slid it into him. I was in charge of moving the double between the two of them. The image took my breath away: my father on all fours, my mother fitted into him like a mechanism that had been perfected for years.

—If you push it deep, it’ll start dripping —Mom told me—. If you push it deeper, he’ll come. You decide.

I let go of the dildo, crouched down, and saw a slow thread come out of Hernán’s free sex. I have this power. The thought shook me.

—What parents we have, Mateo! —I said.

—Dad’s got incredible skill when it comes to sucking it —he answered, laughing at the ceiling.

—Mateo, get it nice and hard and come here —Mom asked.

We changed positions so many times I lost count. There was a moment when I was lying beneath Hernán’s cock, in sixty-nine, getting drops on my face while he licked me. Mom joined in with two small vibrators. The combination dragged me into a second orgasm, deeper, longer, that left me shaking. I squirted. It wasn’t like peeing; it was something else, with another name, another texture. Daniela brought her hand to her mouth to taste it. She smiled.

—It came from you.

Hernán was the last. He asked for something specific: that I suck him while he knocked his against Mateo’s, that Mom fuck him from behind with the harness, that he be able to finish on his son’s cock and clean it with his mouth. We did it. When he finally came, a thicker cream, whiter than Mateo’s, fell exactly where he had asked. Hernán lowered his face, took my brother’s cock into his mouth, lifted his head with it all inside, and came to kiss me. He passed his own cum to me with his tongue. I swallowed it.

The sex went on for several more hours. Mateo asked for a second round. Daniela agreed to the double penetration with a dildo and my brother’s cock, because that was what really made her come. There were more requests. Some were granted. Others were saved for another day.

We fell asleep all four of us in the big bed, sweaty, marked, with physical aches that would last until Monday and the certainty, each on our own, that what we had done could no longer be undone.

***

A scream woke us up. The hallway light came in like knife slashes.

—I was worried because none of you were answering my texts, I thought you’d killed yourselves! And it turns out you’re throwing a party and not inviting me! I’m family too, you know!

Aunt Sofía, standing in the doorway, looked at the four of us with a mix of reproach and amusement. She didn’t get to say anything else. Mom got up, made room for her in the bed, and, without any drama, held out her hand.

—Come on, Sofi. We’ve been waiting for you.