The Night My Stepbrother Took Out the Rope

It was almost ten at night when I got home. The neighborhood was silent and the light from the living room slipped through the half-closed shutters. I put the key in the lock and pushed the door open.

Sebastián was on the sofa with an open book on his knees.

That was already strange. Sebastián didn’t read. I had never once seen him finish a book since his father married my mother, two years earlier. But there he was, the book resting on his knees and an expression too calm to be casual.

He looked up when I came in and a slow smile spread across his face.

—You’re finally here —he said, and set the book down on the cushion without marking the page.

—Were you waiting for me? —I frowned.

—Surprised? —He got up from the sofa without hurrying.

His hands were behind his back and he had that smile that wasn’t quite friendly. Something put me on alert without my being able to explain exactly what it was. Some kind of instinct I had been ignoring for weeks.

—Where are my parents? —I asked, although I knew perfectly well.

—In Seville until tomorrow at noon. —He took a step toward me, then another. —We’re completely alone, Valeria.

I had forgotten. Or maybe I had deliberately erased it all week so I wouldn’t think too much about it. Now that he was in front of me, my heart was beating harder than it should have.

Sebastián was handsome. I had never denied that to myself, even if I never allowed myself to linger too long on the thought. He had a defined jaw, broad shoulders, and that way of moving—slow and sure—that was hard to ignore. For these two years we had lived together with the polite indifference of two people sharing a house they had never asked for. Refrigerator, bathrooms, an occasional silent dinner.

But sometimes he looked at me in a way I didn’t know how to classify. It wasn’t a brother’s look.

—Sebastián, what are you planning? —I asked when he kept coming closer.

—I’ve been waiting a long time for us to have the house to ourselves —he replied, and finally brought his hands out from behind his back.

It was a rope. Thin, braided cotton, coiled with a care that didn’t seem improvised.

—What do you think you’re going to do with that? —My voice came out smaller than I meant it to.

—Tie you up —he said, as if it were the most natural answer in the world.

I should scream. I should step back. I should do anything that wasn’t standing here staring at that rope.

But I did none of those things.

When Sebastián came close and took my wrists in his hands, I didn’t pull away. I told myself it was because I was surprised, because his grip was firm and I didn’t have time to react. But somewhere deeper down I knew that wasn’t entirely true. I knew my cunt was already getting wet, tight inside my panties, just from watching him unroll that rope so calmly.

There was something strange about the feeling of the rope around my wrists. It wasn’t uncomfortable. Quite the opposite: it was a steady pressure that reminded me exactly where I was and what was happening. That I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. And that on some level I didn’t fully understand in myself, I didn’t want to.

—Wait —I said—. This isn’t funny.

—I never said it was funny. —The knot settled around my wrists. Firm, but not tight. Careful. —See? Nothing that’s going to hurt you.

He looked into my eyes for a long moment, searching for something. What he found made him curve his mouth into a slow smile.

—Good —he said softly.

He guided me to the sofa and made me sit. Then he knelt in front of me, his elbows resting on my knees, and studied me with that calm that exasperated and fascinated me in equal measure.

—You’ve been looking at me for weeks —he said.

—That’s not true.

—It is. —He ran a finger along the knot on my wrists. —And I’ve been looking at you even longer. I’ve been thinking for months about how I’m going to fuck you, Valeria. About what face you’re going to make when I shove it all the way in.

I didn’t know what to say to that. And silence was probably already an answer.

Sebastián stood and gently took me by the shoulders. I got to my feet almost on my own. Then he slung me over his shoulder without apparent effort, as if he had calculated my weight and the angle in advance. I felt the pressure of his arms on my thighs and had to concentrate on not making any sound as he climbed the stairs. His free hand slid up the back of my thigh and squeezed one cheek over my pants without any attempt at subtlety, marking me as his before we had even reached the room.

***

His room smelled like him. Something clean and dark at the same time. He laid me carefully on the bed and tied the end of the rope to the bars of the headboard, leaving my arms stretched above my head. Then he turned on the bedside lamp and stood there looking at me.

—Comfortable? —he asked.

—No —I lied.

He smiled.

He didn’t touch me right away. He sat beside me on the bed and watched me for a moment that stretched very long. He had that focused expression, like someone who has been thinking about something for a long time and can finally do it at his leisure. I felt exposed. Completely at his mercy. Tied up, still dressed, my heart racing.

And not as scared as I should have been.

I had sometimes wondered, without wanting to think too hard about it, what kind of person Sebastián would be if someone really knew him. In the kitchen, in the living room, during dinners with our parents, he was restrained and almost unreadable. What I had in front of me now was completely different: someone with calculated patience and very clear intent.

—You’re much prettier than is good for me to think —he said softly, almost to himself—. And I’m going to enjoy every fucking centimeter of you.

He reached out and began to undo the buttons of my shirt. One by one, with deliberate slowness. The fabric opened little by little and the room’s air brushed my skin. When he reached the last button, he gently parted the two sides and looked at me.

His hands traced my ribs upward. They were warm, a little rough. When they reached my back, he unhooked my bra with a skill I did not miss. The fabric slid to the sides and my tits were freed, my nipples already hard from pure nerves and cold.

A shiver ran down my spine.

The contrast between the cold air and the warmth of his hands was so vivid it made my muscles tense without my meaning to. I tried to control my breathing. I didn’t quite manage it.

—Sebastián... —I started.

—Quiet. —It wasn’t harsh. Just calm and firm. —You only have to feel.

His hands moved slowly over my tits, weighing them, squeezing them with his whole palms before pinching my nipples between thumb and forefinger. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to draw a short moan from me that I couldn’t swallow back. A smile slipped onto his face when he heard it.

—That’s it —he murmured—. Stop pretending.

He started lowering his head and his lips found my neck first, then my collarbone, then lower. He kissed me with a patience that was driving me crazy. His tongue curled around one nipple and sucked it into his mouth while his other hand worked the other breast with his fingers. When he switched sides, he bit just enough, and the little sting shot up my back like a jolt. My hips started moving on their own beneath him, searching for something to press against.

—Stop —I said, though that was not at all what I meant.

—Clearly not —he answered without lifting his head, and sucked my nipple again until it was shiny with saliva.

He kept going lower. He licked my sternum, nibbled my ribs, buried his tongue in my navel. He stopped at my waist to unbutton my jeans and pull them down along with my underwear in one smooth motion. He paused to look at me, completely naked and tied up, my legs still pressed together by instinct, and the heat of that look was almost physical.

—Open up —he said.

I hesitated for a second. His hands grabbed my knees and spread them apart without asking permission, leaving me completely exposed beneath the lamp’s light. His eyes went straight to my cunt and a low sound slipped out of his throat.

—Like that —he said softly—. Fuck, like that.

His fingers traced the insides of my thighs from the knees upward, very slowly, not reaching the center yet. When they finally reached me, two fingers slid between my already soaked lips and he made a deep, satisfied sound at how wet I already was.

—I knew it —he murmured against my skin—. I knew it from the start. You’re dripping, Valeria. All this good-girl act and your cunt is a fucking mess.

His fingers began circling my clit without quite touching it, sliding in my wetness. Then he lowered his head. I felt his hot breath between my legs a second before his tongue landed flat over my cunt, from bottom to top, in a long, shameless lick that made my back arch against the restraints.

—God —slipped out of me.

Sebastián didn’t answer. His mouth was busy. He opened me with two fingers and started sucking my clit with methodical insistence, as if he had spent months studying exactly how to do it. His tongue went in and out of me, curled, returned to my clit and worked it with the tip until I was tugging at the rope without even realizing it. When he slid two fingers inside and curled them upward while continuing to suck me from the outside, a long moan escaped me that I didn’t even try to silence.

What he did next was patient and calculated. He took me to the edge three times, learning with each attempt what made my muscles tighten and what made me lose the thread of my breathing. And every time he got close, every time I started feeling the orgasm clamping down in my belly, he pulled his mouth and fingers away and waited. A sweet torture, completely deliberate, my cunt throbbing in the empty air.

The third time he stopped, my hands clenched into fists against the bars.

—Sebastián —I said, my voice rougher than I intended.

—What? —he asked, his thumb resting exactly where I needed it to move and his other fingers shining with my wetness.

—Please.

—Please what? Say it with all the words.

It took me a moment. My cheeks were burning.

—Please don’t stop. Make me come.

—Ah. —He licked his fingers in front of me, without any hurry—. That’s better.

He lowered his head again. This time he didn’t stop. He sucked my clit with his whole mouth while his fingers fucked inside me, pressing that spot he had already found, and when I came it was long and intense. My whole body jerked against the restraints, my cunt clenched rhythmically around his fingers and I stopped trying to control the sound coming from my throat. I closed my eyes and let go. Sebastián watched me as I came down, without pulling out his fingers, drawing my release out until I started shaking too much and had to twist my hips to get away from his mouth.

***

He waited until I was breathing normally again. Then he stood up and took off his T-shirt, pants, and underwear slowly, never taking his eyes off me. When the underwear fell to the floor, his cock sprang free, hard and heavy, long, the head already shining. The sight tightened something low in my belly.

He untied my wrists from the bars, although he left my hands still bound together. My arms fell heavy at my sides.

—Up —he said—. Get on your knees.

I obeyed without thinking. I crawled across the bed until I was kneeling in front of him, my tied wrists resting in my lap. He grabbed the back of my neck with one hand and with the other guided his cock to my lips.

—Open.

I opened. He slid into my mouth slowly, centimeter by centimeter, looking into my eyes the whole time. I tasted salt on my tongue, warm tense skin, the thick vein underneath. When he hit the back of my throat and I coughed, he pulled back a little, but only a little. Then he pushed again, a little deeper this time.

—That’s it —he panted—. Suck my cock properly, fuck.

I started moving too, up and down, sucking the tip with my mouth while my bound hand squeezed the base. Saliva slipped from the corner of my lips and dripped over his balls. He guided me by the nape of my neck, setting my rhythm, and every time I took him to the back of my throat a low groan escaped him that tightened me up inside. I licked him underneath, sucked his balls one by one while I gave him a slow handjob, and took him back into my mouth until my eyes filled with tears.

—Enough —he said, voice broken, pulling my hair back—. If you keep going I’m going to come in your mouth and I’m not ready yet.

He gripped my hips firmly and put me where he wanted me. On my back, with my hands tied above my head again and my legs spread, my cunt soaked and throbbing.

—Look at me —he said.

I looked at him.

When he fucked me, he did it slowly, sinking all the way in and holding still for a moment before beginning to move. I felt every inch of him widening me inside, pressing into places I hadn’t known I had. When I felt his balls against my ass, I understood he was all the way inside and a long moan escaped me.

—Fuck —he gasped—. You’re so tight.

He started moving. The rhythm built gradually, long deep thrusts that shook me all over every time he hit the end. My tits swung with each push and he watched them, bent down to suck them, then straightened again to grab my hips and fuck me harder. My nails dug into my own palms because there was nowhere else to put my hands.

—You’re mine —he said in a low, hoarse voice—. Tonight you’re completely mine. This cunt is mine, understand?

—Yes —I said, and I didn’t even recognize my own voice.

—Say it.

—It’s yours. It’s all yours.

He growled something and yanked his cock out of me. Before I could protest, he flipped me over on the bed, face down, and pulled my hips up to leave me on all fours with my face against the mattress and my hands still tied in front. I felt the head searching for me again and with one full thrust he buried himself deep inside.

—Ah —slipped out against the pillow.

—Shut up —he said, grabbing my hair—. Let yourself be heard properly.

He fucked me like that, fast and hard, skin slapping against skin, his fingers marking my hips and the wet sound of my cunt slapping around his cock filling the whole room. Each thrust dragged me forward and he pulled me back by the hair, syncing me to his dick. He shoved a thumb into my mouth from behind and I sucked it without thinking. When he pulled it out, wet, he ran it down my back to my ass and left it there, not entering me, just pressing, as a warning of what could come another day.

—Come again —he ordered in my ear, leaning over my back without stopping his thrusts—. Come on my cock right now.

He took my free hand and brought it under my belly to my clit and started rubbing it in quick circles while he kept fucking me from behind. It didn’t take long. The second climax caught me with my face in the pillow and a muffled moan that scraped my throat raw. My cunt clenched suddenly around him and I felt him tremble, heard his breath break.

—Fuck, fuck —he murmured—. Like that, keep squeezing.

He held on for a few more thrusts, each one more erratic than the last, until he sank all the way in and stayed there. I felt his cock pulsing inside me, hot semen filling me in waves while he let out a cut-off gasp against my nape. A final trembling moan slipped out of me when I felt him come inside me.

We stayed still for a moment. Him over my back, still inside, his forehead resting between my shoulder blades. Only the sound of our breathing in the dark room and the pulse of his release slowly leaking down the inside of my thighs when he finally pulled away.

***

After that he lay down beside me, carefully turned me onto my back and looked at me face to face. His eyes were still shining. With slow fingers he untied my wrists completely and kissed them one by one, over the red marks the rope had left behind.

—Are you okay? —he asked.

—Yes —I said. And it was true.

—Good.

He got up, put his pants on without bothering to button them all the way, and went to the door. There he stopped with one hand on the frame, not quite turning back all the way.

—Rest a while —he said—. Because when I come back, we’re nowhere near finished. And next time I’m tying you up face down.

He left and closed the door softly.

I stayed on the bed staring at the ceiling. My wrists burned faintly from the rope. My body was still trembling and I could feel his semen slipping down the inside of my thigh, warm and thick. And at the headboard, the cotton rope was still coiled around the bars, waiting.

I knew perfectly well what all this meant. I knew that tomorrow, when our parents came back, I would have to look away and pretend nothing had happened. I knew it was complicated, that there was no simple way to name what was happening between us. But lying on that bed with my cunt still throbbing and my mouth tasting like him, all I wanted was for him to come back soon and fuck me again.

I didn’t turn off the bedside lamp. I didn’t move from the place Sebastián had left me. I just closed my eyes and waited.