We Had Lunch Like Lovers Knowing We Were Siblings

When Natalia got off me, she left a wet trail on her way to the kitchen. She came back with paper napkins to clean up, and while she did that, I stayed staring at the ceiling, not quite knowing what to do with what had just happened. My hands were trembling a little. Not from regret, but from something harder to name.

It was almost noon. We had lost all sense of time since this had begun, hours earlier, in a way I still struggled to process in chronological order.

Claudia got up from the sofa without saying anything, went to the bedroom, and changed clothes in silence. She had that ability of hers to return to normal with a speed that had always amazed me. Natalia, by contrast, gathered her things beaming, with that usual energy of hers, as if none of what had happened carried the slightest weight for her. Before dressing, she crouched down to suck the tip of my cock once more, just a mischievous lick that made my hip spasm, and she laughed with her mouth still smeared with my semen.

—Brother, I’m going. —She winked at me from the doorway.— That was way better than any morning at the gym. I still have your load dripping down the inside of my thigh, so I’m going to be walking funny all the way to the office. Tell Claudia I’ll call her.

And she left. Just like that. As if she had come over for coffee.

I was left alone in the apartment. I cleaned the sofa, cleaned the armchair, got dressed. I sat in front of the computer, where unread emails had been piling up for hours. I looked at them without seeing them. Everything seemed to have happened in a parallel dimension with no contact at all with unpaid bills and Tuesday meetings.

Claudia came down after a while, already changed, with her bag over her shoulder.

—I’m coming back late. I have to make up hours. —She stopped for a second in the doorway.— My cunt hurts a lot, but I liked it. I liked how you fucked me at the end, so hard I thought you were going to break me. And I liked licking my best friend’s tits while you were fucking me from behind. Think about that today.

And she left too.

What exactly had just happened?

The silence was dense. I got up, went to the fridge, and drank water straight from the bottle. I walked to the window and stood staring at the street without seeing anything in particular. Cars passed. A delivery rider swerved around an old woman on the sidewalk. The world kept turning as if nothing had happened.

The problem wasn’t what we had done. The problem was what I had felt at a specific moment, a moment that had nothing to do with sleaze or transgression. It was the exact instant when Claudia had stepped away from the scene for a moment and Natalia and I had been left alone, looking at each other, and she had kissed me in a way that wasn’t just desire. It was recognition. It was something we had gone years without saying.

I opened the security app on my phone. I rewound the living room camera recording. I saw myself on the screen, and I saw them. There was Natalia, on all fours on the sofa, ass lifted and back arched like a cat in heat, while I held her by the hips and drove my cock into her to the hilt. You could see her tits swaying with the motion, you could see Claudia running her tongue over her mouth and biting her lower lip while I fucked her. I let out a moan when I heard through the phone’s tiny speaker the “harder, little brother, harder, break me” Natalia had asked for and that at the time I had barely registered.

I stared at it without breathing properly, and without thinking too much I pulled down my pants and took my cock out, already hard just from hearing her. I started jerking off watching the recording and also looking toward the living room camera at the same time, as if one of them might be on the other side at that very moment, watching. On the screen my sister turned her head and looked at me over her shoulder with her mouth open, saliva dripping down her chin, and I slapped her ass hard enough to leave the red imprint of my hand on her cheek. I worked myself with my hand pumping up and down, squeezing the head hard every time Natalia let out one of those guttural moans from the bottom of her stomach when she was about to come.

Sleaze has that particular trait: the more you feed it, the more it grows and tangles you up. I finished jerking off with two crossed scenes in my head — the real morning, with Natalia shouting my name while Claudia licked her clit beneath my cock, and an imagined one in which it was just me with her, fucking her against the wall, no filters, no audience, no one’s permission — and I came over the palm of my hand with a long spasm, biting my lip so I wouldn’t yell in the empty apartment. I stayed there panting in the chair, my stomach and hand full of semen, feeling dirty and satisfied and guilty and with my cock still throbbing, all at the same time.

The afternoon work helped, in part. But it didn’t shut anything up. Every time I closed my eyes I saw my sister’s mouth impaled on my dick.

***

Claudia arrived at dinnertime. We set the table, warmed up something left over from the day before. We talked about work, about some repairs that needed doing in the bathroom, about whether we were going to her parents’ place on Saturday or not. The subject didn’t come up. She didn’t mention it. I couldn’t either.

When we turned off the light, I still had all of it spinning in my head. I couldn’t erase it. I kept cycling from getting turned on to questioning myself every five minutes.

—Aren’t we going to talk about what happened today? —I said in the dark.

—What do you want to talk about? I loved it. You’d never fucked me like that before, with so much anger, with so much need. And seeing Nati sucking your cock while you were sticking your fingers in my ass... I came like a crazy woman. Do we do it again?

—Don’t you think something was wrong?

Claudia shifted to look at me. The streetlight lit half her face. Without making a fuss, she slid a hand under the sheets and grabbed my cock, which was already beginning to swell again just from hearing her talk like that.

—Rodri, if we had talked about this beforehand, the three of us would have been much happier for much longer. I really believe that. —She started stroking it slowly, her wrist loose, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to keep this conversation going with my dick throbbing in her hand.

—Do you love me?

—Of course I love you. And now even a little more, because I feel like I can be myself without hiding anything. —She paused and squeezed the head with her thumb, making me gasp.— Nati and I have a history that starts before you and me. I always had her. That existed before you showed up. But that doesn’t take away even a gram of what I have with you. You’re the man of my life, Rodrigo.

—I always felt like you preferred her.

—She’s gorgeous and she turns me on. That’s a fact that makes no sense to deny. That shaved little cunt, those perky tits, the way she moans... it drives me crazy. But you’re something completely different. —She touched my cheek with the hand she had free, while the other kept moving over my hardened cock.— Anyway, my body’s going to need some recovery before we go back to the ending part. My ass still burns from how you opened it up. —She laughed to herself, softly.

She slid down under the sheets and took my cock in her mouth without ceremony, as if she were giving me a goodnight kiss. She sucked me slowly, her tongue wrapped around the head, unhurried, until I felt my climax climbing up my spine. I came in her mouth with a rough groan, and she swallowed everything with that natural ease of hers that had always driven me wild, came up to kiss me with the taste still on her lips, and settled against my shoulder.

—Rest, love. Tomorrow you’ll think better.

I wasn’t in any condition to laugh yet. I gave her a quick kiss, turned over, and closed my eyes.

She fell asleep fast. It took me much longer.

***

The next day I met Natalia for lunch at a place near where we both worked. I needed to see her. I needed to talk to her face to face, without Claudia in the middle.

She arrived with that usual energy of hers, hair loose, a smile that wasn’t the one from every day but the one she had always reserved for me since we were kids. She sat across from me and ordered sparkling water before I could say anything.

—How are you? —she asked.

—So-so. You?

—A lot of work, but tomorrow morning I could go to the gym if you want to come with me. —Mischievous smile. Unmistakable.— I still have marks from your fingers on my hips, little brother. And my cunt burns every time I walk. You have no idea how much I thought about you in the shower this morning.

—Nati. We need to talk seriously about what happened.

Her face changed. Not dramatically, but in that guarded way of hers I’d always recognized.

—Don’t start. You always chose her. I accepted that a long time ago. Don’t take this away from me too, please.

—This isn’t about winning or losing. It’s about whether what we did was right or wrong.

We looked at each other. The waiter came over, we ordered without looking at the menu, and he left.

—Did you enjoy it? —she asked, lowering her voice.

—Yes.

—Did you like being with me? Did you like how I sucked it, how I took it down my throat?

—Yes.

—Did you like when you rammed it into my cunt and came inside me?

—Yes.

—So?

I hesitated. I looked at the table. Then I looked at her. I searched for the right words and couldn’t find them, so I said the ones I had.

—What I liked most —I said, as softly as I could— was when we came together. And when you kissed me after. It wasn’t like the rest. It was different.

Natalia hadn’t expected that. I saw it in her face, in how her mouth opened slightly and she didn’t know what to do with her hands for a moment. She had been ready to talk about the sleaze, the taboo, whether we’d do it again or not. Not about this.

My sister was always my person. Since we were ten and twelve and building our own worlds that other people didn’t understand. The one who knew me best, the one who always showed up when it mattered. And she was also a beautiful woman whom, for years and years, I had taught myself not to look at in a certain way because doing so made everything complicated.

Learning about her history with Claudia, finding out about that accumulated obsession, had uncovered something I had kept very well hidden. That morning, in the moments when we were alone together, something broke. And what was left on the other side wasn’t just physical desire. It was something else. It was what had always existed between us, but without the filter that kept it in place.

—Rodrigo —she said softly.

—Yeah.

—I love you too.

She said it with a voice I didn’t know. No irony, no shield. Just the sentence, clean, dropping in the middle of the restaurant as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

I reached my hand across the table and covered hers.

—Nobody here knows we’re siblings —I said.

—No. Nobody.

—Then act like you’re my girlfriend. Sit next to me.

I saw her hesitate. I saw her breathing shake a little. She got up, walked around the table slowly, and sat in the chair beside me. I put my arm around her shoulders and she rested her head against mine for a second, just briefly. Then, under the tablecloth, I felt her hand slide up my thigh until it found my cock, already hardening against the fabric of my pants. She squeezed me slowly, without changing the expression on her face, while with her other hand she cut bread.

—You’re rock hard, little brother —she murmured against my ear while the waiter served her water—. And I’ve been without panties since I left the office. Just in case you want to confirm it.

I took her hand under the table and lifted her skirt enough to touch her. She was wet, soaked, so slippery that two of my fingers went in without any resistance. She closed her eyes for just a second, clenched her thighs around my hand, and kept smiling at the waiter as if I weren’t fingering her cunt under the tablecloth.

We had lunch like that. Like any ordinary couple in any ordinary restaurant on a weekday noon. At one point we held hands over the tablecloth. Below, my fingers went in and out of her with a slow rhythm, and she barely moved her hips against my wrist, holding back her moans, biting her lip each time I rubbed my thumb over her clit. She came in silence halfway through the main course, squeezing my free hand with a force that left marks from her nails. It was strange and perfect and forbidden and completely real all at once. That combination that shouldn’t exist and yet had a physical weight I felt in my chest and in my cock.

***

In the taxi back, I sent Claudia a message. I made up a story that a friend had to have emergency surgery that night, that I would go with him to the clinic and would probably stay there to sleep so he wouldn’t be alone.

Claudia replied at once: “How strange, take care. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

No questions. No objections.

Natalia already knew I was going to her apartment when I got off work. She would be there waiting for me.

I arrived at eight thirty. The door opened before I had even finished ringing the bell, as if she had been listening for footsteps in the hallway. She was wearing loose, comfortable panties, more like sleepwear than anything you’d expect to find, and one of my worn T-shirts that fit her huge, the neckline falling off one shoulder. Her hair was carelessly tied up, a stray lock on her face. No expensive perfume, no special styling. No bra: her nipples showed through the fabric.

It was exactly how someone looks when they are really at home. Not performing for anyone.

She gave me a quick kiss, just lips, one of those you give without thinking because they’re part of the everyday gesture of a couple.

—Do you want to shower? —she asked.— I left you clothes in the room. And your cologne is in the bathroom.

She had my clothes at her place. She always had. For years, without either of us ever questioning it. Today I saw it differently.

I showered, changed, put on cologne. I went down to the living room.

She was stretched out on the sofa watching something on television with the volume low. I lifted her legs and sat down, arranging them over my lap. I stayed like that for a while, my hand resting on her ankles, not talking. The apartment smelled like her. It had always smelled like her.

—Are you okay? —she asked without looking away from the screen.

—I’m weird. But okay.

—Weird is a pretty accurate description of all this.

I laughed. It was the first time I had laughed in more than a full day.

We shifted around on the sofa little by little, without hurry, without any urgency. I ended up lying back against the cushion with her pressed against me, her back against my chest, our legs intertwined. I slid my arm under her shirt and rested my hand on her hip, nothing more than that. Feeling her warm skin was enough for the moment.

We stayed like that for an amount of time I didn’t measure. She didn’t move the hand she had over mine. Outside, only distant traffic could be heard.

—Nati.

—Mm.

—I don’t know what this is called, what’s happening to us.

—Me neither. —She paused.— But just because it’s hard to name doesn’t mean it’s bad.

She turned to look at me. She had that same face as always, my sister, but with something different in her eyes. Something I recognized because it was exactly the same thing I felt and didn’t know where to put.

I kissed her. Slowly, with no hurry at all. She answered the same way, with her hands on my face, not looking for anything other than the kiss itself. The kiss deepened on its own, without either of us pushing. Her tongue entered my mouth slowly and I sucked on it as if I were drinking her. When we parted, neither of us spoke for a moment.

—I want to feel you —she said softly.— Nothing else.

I pulled her shirt up to her neck and bared her tits. I kissed them one by one, unhurriedly, taking my time with each nipple, sucking them until they were hard as little pebbles and listening to her breath break apart. I worked my way down her stomach and stayed there for a while, my cheek pressed against her warm belly, feeling the small tremor running beneath her skin. Then I pulled her panties down to her knees and opened her legs with my hands, and buried my face between her thighs.

I licked her slowly, bottom to top, tasting the full length of her soaked cunt. I circled her clit with my tongue in slow loops, then licked inside her, then came back to her clit and sucked it with my lips closed around it while I pushed two fingers all the way in. She arched her back and dug her fingers into my hair, not squeezing, not demanding, just holding me there as if she were afraid I might leave. She came against my mouth with a long, deep moan I had never heard from her before, a moan that wasn’t performance but truth, and I kept licking her slowly until the trembling began to subside.

I came up to kiss her. She tasted herself in my mouth and didn’t care. I settled behind her, in spooning position, her shirt hiked up to her armpits. I moved the fabric aside and entered her slowly. She was hot and ready. I slid in without difficulty and felt her let out a long, silent sigh against the sofa cushion, and felt her cunt close around my cock, squeezing me as if she didn’t want to let go.

The movements were short, limited by the space, but enough. I went all the way in and stayed there for a few seconds, feeling everything throbbing against my cock, and then slid almost all the way out before driving back in again. She moved her hips against me in the same rhythm, searching for me, drawing me inward with a little more force each time. There was no urgency, no spectacle, nothing to prove. I ran my hand around to the front and found her clit with the pad of my middle finger and rubbed it at the same slow rhythm as the thrusting. She let out a soft gasp against my forearm, turned her face just slightly, and found my mouth over her shoulder. We kissed like that, my cock buried to the hilt in her cunt, breathing each other in.

It was completely different from the morning before. It was slower. Quieter. More like something I hadn’t known sex was missing until I had it. Every push of mine against her ass made a small wet sound that was the only thing audible in the living room besides our breathing. I felt every centimeter of skin against mine, every pulse, every tremor that ran through her stomach when I squeezed one breast with my free hand.

We came together again. She clenched around me with a deep spasm and I emptied myself inside her with short, firm thrusts, feeling my load rise up my cock in waves and spill inside her, hot, with no barrier of any kind. And when I came, I whispered in her ear the same words that had surprised me the first time they appeared in my head, because I hadn’t chosen them — they had simply been there.

—I love you, sister.

She didn’t answer with words. She squeezed my arm against her body and held it there, firm, as if afraid I might move. We stayed like that for a long while, me still inside, feeling my cock throbbing inside her cunt and my cum slowly leaking out between our thighs and staining the backs of her legs. Every so often I kissed the back of her neck, her shoulder, her ear, without saying anything.

There was no dinner that night. We stayed on the sofa until sleep came on its own, without either of us having planned it. Before falling asleep I thought about everything I would have to sort out starting the next day, about Claudia, about what was coming. But those thoughts came from far away, without urgency yet.

All I could feel with certainty was the weight of her body against mine, the smell of her hair under my nose, and my semen still warm between her legs.

For the moment, that was enough.