The Summer My Family Crossed Every Line

My name is Gustavo, and I’m fifty-eight years old. I took early retirement a couple of years ago, when the company I worked for offered an exit package with conditions too good to pass up. Since then, I split my time between the city and a plot of land we have on the outskirts, with a pool, a vegetable garden, and a few fruit trees that are always demanding work.

My daughter Lucía is twenty-seven, she’s an economist, and until recently she lived with me. Her cousin Marina, the daughter of one of my brothers, is twenty-eight, my goddaughter, and Lucía’s best friend. They’ve been inseparable since they were little girls. Then there are my older brother’s two daughters: Elena, thirty-one, a university professor and married to an executive who travels half the world; and Verónica, thirty-three, divorced and also a professor, who has lived alone since the divorce.

For years, those four were the closest thing to having four daughters. In summer they would swim in the pool with hardly any modesty at all, and I watched them with the ease of someone who had seen them grow up. We played in the water, I’d accidentally touch them in a thousand wrestles, and never once did anything but affection cross my mind. To me, they were taboo, plain and simple.

Everything changed when, a few months after I retired, my wife died suddenly. My world came crashing down. I spent weeks not wanting anything, sunk in a sadness I didn’t know how to handle.

—I’m here for whatever you need, Dad —Lucía kept telling me, and many afternoons she stayed with me and Marina, playing cards to try to make me smile.

What began to pull me out of that hole was the country air. At the beginning of June I went back to taking care of the pool, the garden, the little chores that fill the hours. And with the heat, they all came back, almost every afternoon.

***

This time it was different from the start. Without my wife by my side, the four of them spoiled me even more, and I let myself be loved. Soon I noticed that Verónica was the boldest. She would hug me from behind in the water, cover my face with kisses, and whisper in my ear:

—Oh, what a handsome man I’ve got… I’m going to eat you up with kisses.

With her, I got turned on for the first time. I’d gone more than a month without sex, and her caresses were more intense than usual, or at least they seemed that way to me. Suddenly I started seeing them as the desirable women they were for any man, and that became a problem: no matter how loose the swimsuit I wore, the bulge would eventually show.

One Saturday afternoon, Lucía and Marina left early for the opening night of a play, and Elena hadn’t come over. Verónica and I were left alone. I think we both sensed it. We were a widower in good shape and a young divorced woman, with no one to answer to.

I got into the water to cover up, but she came in after me and went back to her usual game. I felt her hardened nipples against my back and all the rest stopped having any remedy. Her hand slid around to the front, felt the swimsuit, and stopped where it shouldn’t.

—Well, well… What do we have here? —she said with half a smile.

—Sorry, darling. A man isn’t made of stone —I replied, playing innocent.

—Don’t apologize. I love that you get this hard for me.

We moved toward the steps. She sat on one of them, pulled my swimsuit down, and stared at me wide-eyed.

—My God… I can’t believe it.

Without any more preamble she leaned in and started sucking it hungrily. I let her enjoy herself for a couple of minutes before I changed the tables: I sat down on the steps and she, with her back to me, took off the bottom part of her bikini and slowly lowered herself onto me. She took me all the way in, and immediately set her own pace, riding up and down while I held her breasts with both hands.

—I can’t believe it… —she panted—. My uncle is giving me such a good time…

The end came almost at the same time. I felt her body convulsing around me as I let go. Afterwards we stayed still, catching our breath, and ended up wrapped in each other in the water, kissing like two lovers who had just discovered one another.

—Thank you for letting me enjoy your body —I told her.

—I’m the one who should be thanking you —she replied. —I’d never had anything like this before.

That night we had dinner and slept together for the first time. A widower and a divorcee, two unattached adults, with the only particularity being that we were uncle and niece and twenty-five years apart.

***

From then on, we fucked every chance we got, out in the country or at her place. I was happy: my need was taken care of, and with a woman I absolutely trusted, too. I thought she’d never tell anyone. I was wrong.

One afternoon, while we were both resting, she confessed she’d told her sister. I was stunned.

—How could you do that? We agreed it was our secret.

—Relax —she told me—. Elena isn’t going to tell anyone. Besides… she also wants to sleep with you.

—She wants what? She’s married, Verónica, it’s not the same.

—Her husband leaves her abandoned, trip after trip. And we already have a plan so you two can be alone tomorrow.

The next day, just as they’d planned, Elena and I found ourselves alone. It didn’t take me long to realize she knew perfectly well what she wanted. She got into the water, repeated the same move as her sister, and when she wrapped her hand around me, she burst out laughing.

—Well, Verónica was right after all… —she said, amused.

I had already decided to forget she was married.

—Let’s get out of the water so you can see me better.

I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I wanted to enjoy her with dry skin. I laid her on the bed, ran my mouth over her entire body, and went down until I brought her off against my lips. Then I positioned myself between her legs and entered her hard.

—Yes… this is so much better than I imagined —she moaned—. Harder…

When I felt she was at the limit, she dug her nails into my back.

—Finish inside… I want everything inside me…

And that’s what I did. But what she said afterward almost took my breath away.

—I feel your heat… My uncle is getting me pregnant…

—That was just for the thrill, right? —I asked afterward, worried, lying beside her.

—Nope —she smiled—. I stopped taking the pill. I want to get pregnant, and I’d love it if you were the father.

—You’re crazy. If you have sex with your husband, logically it should be him.

—He left this morning on a trip and doesn’t come back for five days. Right in my fertile window. By the time he returns, I’ll already be pregnant with you.

She had planned everything. And hearing it from her, with that mischievous little-girl face, instead of scaring me, turned me on. I threw myself on her body again.

—You want me to get you pregnant? That’s not going to be a problem for me.

For those five days we saw each other every morning and every afternoon. When her husband came back, her fertile period had almost passed. Weeks later, the test came back positive. He was over the moon, with no suspicion of anything.

***

September came and the heat still lingered. I saw Verónica almost every day; Elena, whenever we could. Lucía and Marina remained oblivious to everything… until one afternoon Marina and I ended up alone together, because my daughter was at the hairdresser’s and Elena was at a medical checkup with her sister.

Marina was, perhaps, the most stunning of them all. She had a perfect body and her mother’s same light eyes. I thought the pool would be the best place to test the waters.

—Get in, the water’s amazing.

She stood up from the lounger, and seeing her come toward me like that left me defenseless. She loved diving under and passing between the legs of whoever was in the water.

—Open your legs, uncle, I’m going through.

I let her pass once. The second time, too hot to think clearly, I slipped out of my swimsuit underwater.

—Do I close them now, or are you going again? —I asked.

—Leave them open —she said with a knowing smile—. I’m coming through there.

She dove under, and what I felt was not what I expected: her fingers stroking me, her mouth finding me underwater for just a few seconds. She came back up, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, looping her legs around my waist. Only the thin fabric of her bikini separated us.

I pushed that fabric aside, she pressed downward, and reality became undeniable. She let out a long moan against my ear, as if this was exactly what she had come looking for. I held her by the hips and, without leaving her, climbed the steps and carried her to the bedroom in my arms.

I laid her on the bed, we dried off halfway, and kept going without slowing down. We finished almost at the same time, gasping, without asking permission or giving it. Only then did it dawn on me that Marina would definitely tell Lucía. And far from frightening me, the idea turned me on even more.

Afterwards, catching our breath, we talked. She confessed she had come ready to flirt and to go as far as I dared.

—Pili and I don’t keep secrets from each other —she said—. We’ve been talking about you for a while, about how lonely you must have been feeling.

—And how do you think she’ll react?

—She’s going to want to be with you too.

—But she’s my daughter…

—I’m your goddaughter and almost like a daughter, and here we are. How do you think Pili would feel if you do it with me and not with her? We’d even thought she’d be first; I just got there ahead of her.

She explained that Lucía planned to ask me directly.

—Tonight, when you go to bed, I’ll tell her to go to your bed naked. You be naked too. That way nothing needs to be said and you can spare yourselves the awkwardness.

—But let’s be clear —she added, laughing— that I’m still in the rotation.

—Of course.

***

Lucía got home an hour later, with such naturalness that I doubted whether she’d spoken with her cousin. We had dinner, chatted about a thousand things, and finally bedtime arrived.

I went into my room, left the door open, undressed, and covered myself from the waist down with the sheet. I waited. Soon, my daughter came in completely naked and slid in beside me without a word.

It was my turn to take the next step. I caressed her slowly: her breasts, her belly, until I found her wet and ready. When I sank my fingers into her, she let out a deep sigh.

—Dad, make me yours. I want you inside me. Do it now, please.

I positioned myself between her legs, which opened fully, and I could only whisper:

—I love you, my life.

I entered her in one motion. She moaned with satisfaction and hugged me.

—I love you too, Dad. Now we’re closer than ever. Make love to me.

And I began to move inside her. Seeing her face light up with happiness is something I’ll never forget. I had been with her three cousins, all just as beautiful, but this was different. The thrill of knowing that this gorgeous young woman was my daughter made the pleasure more intense than with anyone else.

—Like this… harder, Dad —she panted.

We reached the end together, kissing. When I pulled my mouth away to catch my breath, she cried out:

—I feel it inside… my father’s heat…

—All for you, my life.

—Yes… closer than ever…

Afterward, once we were calm, I asked her, worried, whether the whole getting pregnant thing had been a momentary craze.

—Of course, Dad —she laughed—. It was an impulse. But I’m being careful, there’s no risk.

—Thank God —I admitted—, because for a moment I wanted it too.

She didn’t take long to reach for me again with her hand. As soon as I was ready once more, she was surprised.

—Sole was right… I can’t believe I had it inside me.

—And you’re going to have it right now again —I told her. —Get on all fours. I’m going to love you like the woman you are.

***

In that position I went in all the way, and each time I reached the end she let out a groan that soon turned into pleasure. Afterward, both of us spent, we started talking for real.

I told her everything: how it had started with Verónica, Elena and her pregnancy, how Marina had helped make what we had happen. Lucía told me she and Marina had suspected something with Verónica for a while, and that they were fine with it, because after all we were both free. Elena’s pregnancy, though, they hadn’t imagined.

—We both had talked about how you might feel —she admitted—, widowed and surrounded every day by four women. It was only logical that it would end up happening, because we all love you very much and you’re still young.

I asked her what would happen between us from then on.

—I accept sharing you with my cousins —she said—, but I’ll be the one to take Mom’s place. We’ll sleep together, like a married couple. And when we’re like this, don’t treat me like a daughter, but like the woman I become with you.

And that’s how my life went on. Four beautiful women to love in a thousand different ways, and my daughter sleeping with me every night, ready to take what her cousins had left behind. Verónica wanted to get pregnant too, not to be any less than her sister, and I got her pregnant four months later. Elena had a beautiful little girl.

Marina complained that she was the one I spent the least time with, so on weekends she started staying the night at the house. And that was when she, Lucía and I began sharing each other all at once.

I think I’m one of the few men who can say he has his whole family devoted to him, and that none of us would want things to have turned out any other way.