The Weekend I’d Have My Sister All to Myself

—Okay, I’d call it a day for now —Marina suggested, closing her notebook with a satisfied look. We’d gotten further than we’d expected for that afternoon.

—Thank God —Hugo let out, rubbing his eyes with both hands—. My head already hurts from all these numbers that mean nothing, seriously.

I straightened in my chair and took the chance to stretch my neck. Carla had left a long time ago without saying where she was going, and honestly, her absence was a weight off my shoulders. The fewer people in the room, the more calmly I could breathe.

—All right, but we need to meet once more this week. The first submission is Tuesday and I can’t make Monday. —I grabbed my planner and pen—. Does Saturday work for you?

—I can do it in the morning, early —Marina offered—. Until midday, then I’ve got things to do.

—And you? —I asked Hugo.

—I’ll show up around ten and stay as long as needed.

—Perfect, then here the day after tomorrow —I concluded, jotting it down in handwriting I myself wouldn’t be able to read later.

It was past twelve. Marina tucked her laptop into its sleeve and looked at me while slinging her backpack over her shoulder.

—Marcos, Hugo and I are going to the cafeteria to grab something before class. You coming?

—Thanks, but I can’t. I’ve got to work on an individual assignment for another class.

—Your call. See you later. Bye! —she said, waving.

—Enjoy —I replied with a half smile, partly out of politeness, partly because I liked her.

I’d lied to them, though only halfway. The solo assignment was real, but the deadline wasn’t until after Christmas. What really made me turn down the plan was the idea of going into a cramped place full of noisy people whose conversation interested me very little, if at all. In places like that my stomach knots up, I tense, and I stop knowing how to speak. So I unwrapped the sandwich I’d made that morning and ate in front of the English book I had to pull ideas from for a review.

***

Like almost always, I stayed in the university library until closing time and got home after nine, just in time for dinner. That routine gave me peace, and I liked that more than anything else.

I found Lucía in the living room with our father: she on her phone, he glued to the TV, while Grandma finished frying something in the kitchen. My sister looked up and smiled when she saw me.

—Hi, I’m here! —I greeted them—. Sorry I’m late, there was traffic.

—No problem —she replied at once, getting up from the sofa and coming over to me—. Dinner still has a few minutes to go.

Before I could even take off my jacket, she threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. I hugged her back and pulled her against me, as there was no other way.

Then she pulled her head back a little, just enough to look at me with those barely made-up blue eyes. She stayed like that for a few seconds that felt eternal, using that silent connection only she and I had, telling me without words everything she couldn’t say out loud in front of our father and Grandma.

In the end she put a hand on my cheek and left a restrained kiss on the other one. A chaste kiss, but deliberately placed very close to the corner of my lips. It sounded loud and she pressed her nose into my face, as if she wanted to stuff all the intention she was forced to hide by prudence right there.

Our father and Grandma gave those gestures no importance at all. Partly because it would never cross their minds that anything more than affection could exist between two siblings, and partly because they were already used to seeing us like that. Nobody sounded any alarm. Blessed habit.

Meanwhile, I felt Lucía’s breasts press against my chest and her mouth bump against my skin again and again. I could feel the blood starting to flow down toward my cock and a slow heat growing down there, pushing the fabric of my pants outward.

—I’m going to drop my stuff off and come back —I managed to say, my heart racing and a desire she seemed determined to stir up right then.

—I’ll walk you —she offered, taking my hand and lacing her fingers with mine.

I had to summon every ounce of my self-control not to corner her the second we were out of the family’s line of sight.

We went up to my room and, as soon as we got in, Lucía closed the door and came closer, this time with a broad smile that gave away her intentions.

—Let me take off your backpack, your jacket, everything. Okay?

—Whatever you want, but please don’t…

I couldn’t finish. She shut me up with a quick, intense kiss that pushed her tongue all the way into my mouth. I pulled back a little and she stayed staring at me, biting her lip, with a gleam in her eyes I could only describe as pure desire.

—Hey, stay still —I tried to scold her, forcing myself to ignore the fact that I’d loved that kiss and that my cock was already hard as a rock, pressed against my fly—. What’s gotten into you? You’re very forward today.

—S-sorry —she closed her eyes and frowned, bringing her hands to her mouth and shaking her head, as if to say, “You’re right, I messed up”—. I just really wanted to see you, Marcos.

—I know, baby. Me too —I moved closer again and put my arms around her waist—. But we both know it’s not a good idea to act this affectionate when we’re not alone. Someone could see us. You understand?

—Yes, but… —she muttered, head down and her expression dimmed—. That’s why I closed the door.

—Yeah, but even so… —and I stopped dead. She was right. I was about to answer automatically, without thinking, and that wasn’t fair to her—. Look, you know what? You’re right, darling. No one can see us here and I was being paranoid. Forgive me. You’ve been wonderful since I got here and all you’ve gotten from me is coldness. I’m sorry.

—No, no… it’s okay —she stammered with a sad smile—. It’s me, I went too far…

—You went too far? Not at all, baby —I assured her, slowly shaking my head—. Lucía, look at me. Look at me. —I managed to get her eyes locked on mine—. This is going too far.

And I gave her a kiss that left her breathless, parting her lips so my tongue could search for hers, while I held her cheeks and buried my fingers in her hair, gathered in that high ponytail of hers, with a few loose strands at the sides.

She, not expecting it, opened her eyes wide. From the shiver that ran through her, I’d say her heart skipped a beat. She sighed in relief and answered with the same intensity, sucking on my tongue as if she wanted to tear it out.

At one point we opened our mouths so much that we weren’t really kissing anymore: all that existed was the wet friction of our tongues sliding against each other, the thread of saliva hanging between our two mouths. I got bolder, grabbed her ass with both hands, squeezed it hard over her jeans, and lifted her to press her against my crotch. We both moaned at the contact, her at feeling my hard cock pressing against her stomach and me at sensing the heat of her cunt even through our clothes. I slipped my hand under her T-shirt and brushed her back skin, moving up to the bra clasp.

—Ah… little brother… mmm… I’d love to keep going, but they’re waiting for us for dinner… we should stop —she whispered, but without letting go of my hand.

I watched her calmly. Her eyes searched mine for permission, hesitating; she was biting her lip nervously, as if she wasn’t sure what she was doing. Without saying a word she was telling me two things at once: how badly she wanted me to rip her clothes off right then and there and, at the same time, how badly she needed me to be the one to put the brakes on. To decide for both of us.

—I’m with you —I answered, nodding slowly, though it took a brutal effort to pull my hand out from under her T-shirt—. Come on. But, Lucía… I love you —I said at the end, savoring every word.

I brushed my nose against hers, a slow Eskimo kiss that made her smile and close her eyes, almost blushing. I finally took off my backpack and outerwear, my cock still clearly outlined under my pants, and we left the bedroom together.

***

I sank my spoon into the bowl of soup, distracted, just like she was with her toast and salad, while we watched an episode of a police series, sharing a blanket and pressed together on the sofa.

Under the thick dark red fabric, Lucía had her legs stretched across my lap, leaving a warm pressure right over my cock. No need to say how good that felt. The simple brush of her thigh was enough to get me hard again, and if she noticed the bulge growing beneath my calf, she’d give me a complicit smile and maybe a wink, satisfied to know she was desired. In fact she moved her foot on purpose, pressing her heel against my erection beneath the blanket, and I had to bite my lip so as not to give myself away in front of Grandma.

—Andrés —Grandma said suddenly to our father—, so how are we settling this for Saturday?

—I’ll take you to the doctor, Mom —he answered without taking his eyes off the TV.

—But weren’t you going up to the mountains Friday afternoon? I’m leaving in the morning to Auntie’s and sleeping there, so Saturday I’ve got the clinic closer.

That sentence snapped me awake. I glanced sideways at Lucía, who was doing exactly the same, and both of us put on faces that said we didn’t understand a thing.

—Didn’t I tell you? —our father asked—. Tomorrow, after lunch, I’m going to a country house for the weekend. I’ll be back Sunday afternoon, almost certainly.

—I see. And you, Grandma, what are you doing about the doctor? —my sister asked, with a calm that only I knew was fake.

—I’ve got an appointment Saturday morning and I’m going on my own. Friday I’m sleeping at my sister-in-law’s place; she lives next to the clinic.

They went on arguing over the details for a good while, and we exchanged a look of absolute complicity. We were going to have the house to ourselves for at least an entire day, assuming Grandma wouldn’t be back until Saturday afternoon. In the end our father insisted on taking her himself—he wanted to make sure she wouldn’t lie later about what the doctor said—and Grandma finally gave in reluctantly.

***

Like every night, after tidying up I locked myself in my room to copy out my university notes neatly. It was the last thing I always did, something mechanical and simple, because by that hour my head couldn’t take any more.

After a little while I heard a light knock on the door and Lucía peeked in, slipping inside with the satisfied expression of a cat and coming straight over to me.

—Hey, we understood that right, didn’t we? —she asked, putting her hand on the back of the chair—. Tomorrow afternoon we’ll be alone until the next day.

—Yes, yes, crystal clear —I confirmed, turning toward her and taking her hands.

—I have to… admit something —she murmured, lowering her head—. I got really nervous earlier. Really wet, little brother. After the kiss I had to go to the bathroom and I was soaked.

—Fuck, and I had to go downstairs with my cock like a rock —I admitted with a smile—. Tomorrow I’ll sneak out for a bit and buy condoms.

—Didn’t we have leftovers from last time?

—Lucía, baby… —I held her blue eyes in mine—. I promise you we’re going to need more. A lot more. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t even stand up, you hear me?

I wasn’t expecting the kiss she gave me then. She threw herself at me, held my face with both hands, and slammed her lips against mine, shoving her tongue all the way to the roof of my mouth and straddling me, with her knees on either side of the seat and her cunt crushed directly against the bulge in my pants.

She gave herself over so completely that I had to recline the chair backward, with the risk of tipping over. For a second I feared our father or Grandma would open the door without knocking and find us like that, her riding me and rubbing her pussy against my erection, but the snores coming from the hallway reassured me completely.

Seeing there was nothing to fear but ourselves, I let myself go and enjoyed her mouth and her body while I slid my hands under her pajamas and ran them over her bare back. I joined my tongue with hers and pulled her even closer, feeling her hardened breasts press against my chest, her nipples standing out hard through the thin T-shirt she was wearing without a bra. The heat coming off her crotch set me on fire, and a slow tingling climbed up my cock to my balls.

She started rocking on top of me, rubbing her cunt against my erection with a rhythm that grew more and more pronounced, and every sway drew a muffled gasp from her mouth against mine. I squeezed her ass with both hands under the pajama bottoms, helping her move, feeling the wet heat beginning to seep through the thin fabric of her panties and mine. She was soaked, really soaked. I could feel the dampness staining my pants through two layers of clothing.

—Oh, little brother… I can feel how hard you are —she moaned in my ear, sucking my earlobe—. You’re making me so wet…

—You’re wetting my pants, you little slut —I whispered, giving her a spank with my open hand that sounded muted through the clothes—. Look how worked up you get just from rubbing yourself.

—I’ve been waiting for you for weeks… —she panted, biting my neck—. I finger myself at night thinking about your cock, did you know that?

That finished clouding my head. I grabbed one breast over the T-shirt, squeezed it, and pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger until she let out a moan too loud and had to cover her mouth with her hand.

A most pleasant tingling ran through my whole body. Too much. I was on the verge of cumming in my pants like a kid just from feeling her rub against me.

We should stop.

I knew we should stop, because it was madness with people in the house. But neither my body, nor the cock threatening to burst through my fly, nor the hands that already had her T-shirt pushed up to her armpits agreed.

—Lucía… baby… —I tried to get her attention, though I kept massaging her bare tits—. I’d love to put it in you right now, but we can’t… you know we can’t right now… —the words came out broken, choked by the movements she was making on top of me, riding me right where I felt it most.

—Mmm… just a little more, Marcos —she begged, pouting and still rubbing herself against me—. Just a little… look how hard it is, poor thing… let me at least suck it for a bit… I’ll take it all the way into my mouth, I promise… since we’re at it.

A rough moan escaped me just imagining it: her open mouth, the blond ponytail moving, my cock disappearing between her lips. I was this close to unzipping and letting her do it. In fact she had already lowered her hand and was unbuttoning my pants, fingers clumsy with urgency, when I managed to stop her wrist.

—I know, baby… I swear if we were alone I’d lift you out of this chair right now, pull your pants down, and eat your pussy until you were dry. And then I’d fuck you against the wall until dawn. But you know as well as I do that we can’t. Not here.

—At least let me see it —she insisted, eyes shining—. Take it out and let me give it a kiss, just one, and I’ll go…

She tried to lick my lips and bring her hand down to my fly again, and I stopped her by holding her wrist gently and her neck with the other hand, pulling our faces apart with all the determination my arousal still allowed me, which wasn’t much. I pulled her shirt down and covered her tits so I wouldn’t keep tempting myself.

In the end she gave in. She made one of those annoyed little-girl faces, brows furrowed and lip jutting, and shot back:

—Party pooper! —she stuck her tongue out at me and got off me, but not before giving me one last slow grind with her cunt against my cock that ripped a muffled groan from me—. Tomorrow you’re paying me back for all of it, huh? With interest.

—With interest —I promised, landing a sharp slap on her ass that made her jump and bite her lip.

I watched her leave the room on purpose, swaying her hips and showing off her ass under the thin pajama pants, knowing I was watching and that my mouth was watering. And as she closed the door behind her, I thought that only a few hours remained until I’d have her all to myself. Twenty-four hours, an empty house, and all the time in the world to put it in her every which way. That night, for the first time in weeks, I had trouble sleeping. I had to take care of myself twice under the sheets, thinking about her, before I could finally close my eyes.