What I Discovered at the Peralta Farm

I’ve hated the countryside since I was a kid. The heat with no shade, the smell of loose dirt, the dead hours with no cell signal. But when I turned eighteen, something in me changed without my choosing it. My hormones were completely out of control. Any woman who crossed my field of vision became a five-second obsession. And that summer, the trip to the Peralta farm ended up being the strangest and darkest awakening of my life.

My father loaded up the pickup before dawn. Cheese curds wrapped in damp cloths, boxes of provisions, a bag of tools. My mother and my brothers rode in the back seat, asleep for almost the whole trip. I sat in front, watching the highway turn into a road, the road into a dirt track, and the dirt track into something nameless and unmarked.

—Camilo, stay close to me today —Dad said when the red dust started rising under the wheels.

—Why?

—The Peraltas are trustworthy. But they’ve got their ways. And you’re new.

I didn’t understand what he meant. We arrived after ten. The heat was already a dry slap in the face.

***

Don Peralta came out to greet us from the gallery of the big house. He was a man in his sixties, broad-backed, with a button-up shirt whose sleeves were rolled to the elbows. He had that slow gaze men get when they know exactly what everything is worth. He sized me up without hiding it, nodded once, and extended his hand to Dad.

—Don Esteban, welcome. Send the boys to unload.

Two young men appeared from the side of the house. The older one had to be about twenty-five, with squared shoulders and a thin scar on his chin. The other was leaner, with a dark gaze and calm movements.

—This is Mateo —don Peralta said—. And Diego. My eldest sons.

Mateo greeted me with a wave. Diego measured me in silence.

—Camilo, right? —Mateo asked.

—Yeah.

—We’ll show you the stable while the grown-ups talk.

Dad looked at me for a moment. Something on his face wanted to tell me something, but in the end he just said:

—Behave yourself.

***

The stable smelled of damp hay and old leather. Black horses and dappled grays in the pens, mares at the back. I stood there petting the muzzle of a chestnut while Mateo and Diego circled me with the easy familiarity of people who know the ground better than their own bedroom.

—First time here? —Mateo asked.

—Yeah.

—And you’ve already had a girlfriend?

—Sort of —I lied.

Diego let out a short laugh, without any warmth.

—He’s lying —he said—. It’s written all over his face. This kid’s never fucked.

Mateo smiled with his lips pressed tight.

—Doesn’t matter. You learn fast around here. They teach you how to fuck properly around here.

At that moment, at the far end of the aisle, a figure appeared. A girl with long dark brown hair down to her waist, wearing a white blouse and beige fabric pants. She walked quickly, head down, like someone who didn’t want to be seen.

—Lucía! —the two of them shouted at the same time.

She stopped. Looked up. Her eyes were black, with something wet and tired inside them.

—What are you doing here? —she asked.

—Nothing —Diego said, in a tone that wasn’t brotherly—. Go back inside. This isn’t your time.

She nodded without protesting. As she passed close to me, she looked at me for a second. Just a second. And that second was enough to make something clamp tight around my chest and make my cock jerk inside my pants.

When she was gone, the silence filled with electricity.

—Who is she? —I asked.

Mateo and Diego looked at each other.

—Our sister —Mateo said.

—And why do you talk to her like that?

Diego took a step closer. His breath smelled of tobacco and something sweeter.

—You want us to explain how this farm works?

—I guess so.

—Swear you won’t open your mouth to anyone.

I swallowed.

—I swear.

***

They told me flat out, leaning against the corral frame, speaking in low voices and with the attitude of people explaining something perfectly normal. The sister belonged to all of them. The father decided who and when. The sons took turns. Nobody in the village knew, nobody in the village could understand it. But that was how it had worked for years, ever since Don Peralta had been widowed and decided that what belonged to the family stayed in the family.

—And she wants it? —I asked, my throat dry.

Mateo shrugged.

—At first she didn’t understand. Now she does. Now she looks for it. Now she grabs your dick with both hands and asks you to shove it in all the way.

Diego added, more gravely:

—It’s the best pussy you’re ever going to fuck in your life. She grips like she wants to tear your cock off. And everybody who got lucky enough to put it in knows it.

My body reacted before my head did. A strange heat climbed up my back. My cock hardened all at once and my pants tightened until it hurt. I tried to ignore all of it as much as I could.

On the ride back in the pickup, I couldn’t keep quiet.

—Dad —I said—. The Peraltas... do you know what they do inside that house?

Dad didn’t answer right away. He lit a cigarette. Smoked almost all of it before speaking.

—Yeah.

—And it’s true?

—It’s true.

—How do you know?

Dad looked at me for a moment. Just a moment. Then he turned his eyes back to the dirt road.

—Because I was eighteen once too, Camilo. And that farm leaves a mark.

The ride back was the longest of my life.

***

A week later, the phone rang at lunchtime. It was Don Peralta. There’d be a gathering on Saturday. Barbecue, music, rum. And if my father wanted to bring the family, they’d be welcome.

Dad looked at me from across the table with that half smile I already recognized.

—Want to go?

I already had my clothes picked out in my head.

—Sure —I said.

***

The farm changed that night. Strings of yellow lights hung between the wooden posts. There were fire pits scattered around the yard, long benches full of people eating and laughing. The smell of barbecue and cheap rum filled the air. About thirty people, among distant cousins, loyal workers, and women with wide hips and hard eyes.

I sat alone with a beer nobody asked me to justify. Mateo winked at me from across the yard. Diego nodded from his chair. Don Peralta presided over the main table with the calm of someone who knows that everything around him belongs to him. Beside him, a young girl with black hair —Valeria, I learned later— kept her eyes down and her hands folded in her lap.

—Dance.

The voice came from behind me. I turned around.

It was Lucía. That night she wore a short green dress that left her arms bare. Her hair was loose, wavy. Her lips had a touch of red that hadn’t been there before. Under the green fabric her breasts showed without a bra, two hard points pressing forward.

—I don’t know how —I said.

—That’s what everyone says. Come on.

She took my hand before I could answer. Her fingers were slender and cold, but her palm was warm. She led me near the fire. A slow joropo was playing, with harp and maracas. When she hugged me, her belly pressed against my hip. Her cheek against my neck. I felt her breasts flatten against my chest and my cock started rising against her lower stomach without my being able to do anything about it.

—Easy —she murmured—. Just follow me.

I closed my eyes. She smelled like soap and something darker underneath, a woman’s scent, of warm cunt beneath the dress. My body responded before I authorized it. She felt it. She didn’t pull away. She pressed in more. She moved her hips slowly to rub herself against the hard bulge building between my legs.

—You get hard fast —she whispered in my ear with a brief laugh—. Outsiders always get scared. No need to be scared.

I ran a hand over her lower back, slid it a few inches lower, and grabbed her ass over the dress. She didn’t pull away. On the contrary, she bit down on my earlobe and nipped it slowly.

—Save it for later —she said—. You’ll get your turn.

We danced three songs. She never let go of my hand. And at no point did my cock fully go down.

***

Past midnight, the gathering slowly died down. Pickups starting up in the dark, hammocks rocking with sleeping lumps. My father, with the rum on him, accepted Don Peralta’s offer without thinking.

—Leave Camilo. Diego will show him how the field looks at dawn.

Dad gave me an awkward hug and got into the pickup with Mom and my brothers. The taillights receded down the dirt road until nothing was left, only the sound of crickets and the smell of cold embers.

Don Peralta put a hand on my shoulder. It was a heavy hand, with thick fingers.

—Camilo —he said—. My sons speak well of you. Quiet. Attentive. Eyes open and mouth shut. I like that in a young man.

—Thank you, sir.

—You’re staying tonight. And if you behave yourself, you’ll see something very few outsiders have seen.

I didn’t ask what.

***

It was almost two when Diego knocked on my door. The room was small, with dark wooden walls and a wrought-iron bed.

—Come on —he said—. Tonight it’s my turn to fuck her. And you’re coming along.

We walked down a long hallway with oil lamps hanging from the beams. At the end, a white door without a latch. Diego pushed it open with one hand.

Lucía was sitting on the edge of the bed. She wore a thin white cotton shift, so sheer her dark areolas and the shadow of pubic hair showed through. Her legs were crossed. She looked at us with a calm that didn’t seem natural, but wasn’t completely fake either.

—Him too? —she asked, pointing at me.

—Just watch —Diego said—. For now.

She nodded. She shifted to the center of the bed without saying anything else and, with the same calm, pulled the shift over her head. She was naked in the yellow light of the lamp. Her breasts were round, medium-sized, with dark nipples already stiffening. Flat stomach. Between her thighs, a thick patch of dark hair, and already a wet shine peeking between her lips.

Diego pointed me to a wooden chair by the wall.

—Sit. Don’t move. And take out that cock, because I know it’s already hard.

I sat. My hands were sweating. My heart was pounding so hard I thought they’d both hear it. With face-burning embarrassment, I unbuttoned my pants and pulled my boxer briefs down to my knees. My cock sprang upward, swollen, the tip shining.

Diego took off his shirt. His torso was lean but muscular, with a line of hair running down from his navel and disappearing into his pants. He yanked off his pants and boxer briefs in one pull. His dick was thick, curved upward, with prominent veins. He stepped up to Lucía from the front, grabbed her head with both hands, and pushed her lips down onto the tip.

—Open your mouth —he said quietly.

She opened her lips and he shoved his whole cock in at once. Lucía closed her eyes. Her throat bulged when the tip hit the back. Diego started moving slowly, pulling almost all the way out and driving back in, a thick thread of saliva running down her chin.

—Look at her, Camilo —he panted—. Look how she sucks it. Nobody sucks your dick like that. Nobody.

Lucía looked at me sideways while her brother rammed her head against his stomach. Her black eyes were shining. His cock went in and out with a wet, obscene sound that made me grip my own with my hand without thinking.

Diego pulled out all at once. A stream of saliva fell onto Lucía’s breasts. He turned her around, bent her onto all fours, ass toward the edge of the bed and face pressed into the mattress. He spread her cheeks with both hands. I saw everything: the pink cunt, swollen, open and dripping, and the asshole higher up, tight, dark.

—Look how wet she is —Diego said in a rough voice—. She’s been ready for an hour. She’s been waiting for you too.

He slid his fingers between her buttocks. One, two, three, sunk knuckle-deep inside her cunt. Lucía made a sound that was neither pain nor pleasure, but something between the two, a long moan against the pillow. Diego withdrew his shiny fingers and brought them to his mouth. He sucked them slowly, looking at me.

—Want to try? —he asked, holding them out.

I shook my head. But my cock jerked on its own.

Diego positioned himself behind her. He grabbed his dick with his hand, rubbed it up and down between the open lips of her cunt, soaking the tip, and drove it in with one push all the way to the balls. Lucía bit the pillow. The muffled cry she let out filled the whole room. Diego started moving, slowly at first, holding her by the hips, then harder. The slap of his hips against her buttocks was rhythmic, obscene, impossible to ignore. Smack, smack, smack, flesh against flesh, and Lucía’s cunt was sloshing with every thrust.

—See how tight she is? —he said through his teeth—. See how she sucks my cock with her cunt? You never find this outside. Never.

He pulled his cock out all the way, shiny and soaked, and shoved it back in again. Over and over. He grabbed a lock of hair and yanked her head back.

—Say it —he ordered her—. Tell the kid you like it.

—I like it —Lucía moaned—. I like how you fuck me, Diego.

—What do you like?

—That you fuck me. That you fill me up. Fuck me harder.

I couldn’t look away. My hand was wrapped around my cock, not daring to move it, squeezing it slowly so I wouldn’t come right there in the chair. Lucía turned her face toward me. Her black eyes were wet, her mouth slack, a string of saliva hanging from her chin. Her mouth shaped a word with no sound, only the movement of her lips: come here.

Diego sped up. He grabbed both her hips and started pounding into her with all his strength, his balls bouncing against her cunt with every thrust. His breathing turned into a long growl. He announced he was coming. Lucía protested softly, something about not inside. He didn’t listen. He finished inside her, with a slow tremor that lasted several seconds, squeezing her hips until his fingerprints stayed behind. When he withdrew, a thick stream of semen began dripping from Lucía’s open cunt lips onto the mattress. Diego sat on the edge of the bed, his cock still hard and shining with milk and juice, and looked at me.

—Your turn —he said—. Dad said once. Just once.

***

I stood up. My legs were shaking. I stripped off my pants and boxer briefs completely, my T-shirt too, and stood naked, cock pointing at the ceiling. Lucía was still on all fours on the bed, back arched and hair falling forward, her cunt open and dripping her brother’s load.

—Come on —she said, in a voice I hadn’t heard before. Deeper. More hers—. Put it in already.

I stepped closer. Climbed onto the bed behind her, trembling. I grabbed one ass cheek with my left hand and with my right guided the tip of my cock toward the lips of her cunt. They were wet and hot, slippery with Diego’s milk and her own juices, like they’d been waiting for me. The tip sank in on its own. I pushed slowly. The heat was immediate and total, a pressure that ran all the way up my spine at once. I felt the walls tighten around my cock, sucking me in, wet and burning.

—Jesus —I moaned without meaning to.

—Easy —she said—. Breathe. Push it all the way in. Yeah, like that.

I pushed until my balls were pressed against her ass. I had never felt anything like it. Her cunt pulsed around my cock, squeezing me in waves.

Diego from the chair:

—Don’t last too long. She’s my sister.

I ignored everything. There was only that heat, that pressure, that slow motion I could barely control. I pulled my cock out and shoved it back in. A wet, squeaking sound came from the place where our bodies met. Two short thrusts. A third. On the fourth I felt the orgasm rising from my feet and I couldn’t stop it anymore. I came inside her with a sound that embarrassed me instantly, a shot one after another spilling into her cunt already full of somebody else’s cum.

—Less than two minutes! —Diego said from the chair, laughing—. Less than two minutes, Camilo! I told you, this one squeezes your cock till it makes you cry.

I pulled out with my cock still half-hard, shiny and drooling. Lucía turned over and lay on her back. She spread her legs without a trace of shame. I saw the cunt open, swollen, with the mixture of both loads slowly trickling to her asshole. She looked at me without mockery, without pity. She just looked at me.

—It’s fine —she said—. You can try again. Now that you’ve emptied once, you’ll last.

—Dad said once —Diego started.

—Dad isn’t here —she replied, without raising her voice.

Diego scratched the back of his neck. Then he shrugged and crossed his arms.

—If you don’t talk, neither will I.

***

Lucía called me over with two fingers. I came closer on my knees across the mattress. She grabbed my soft cock with her hand, held it firmly, took it to her mouth, and sucked me from top to bottom, without disgust, tasting the mix left behind. Her tongue rolled around the head, her mouth rising and falling in a slow rhythm. In less than a minute she had me hard again, harder than the first time.

—That’s better —she murmured, lips shining—. Now fuck me how you want.

She lay back and opened her legs as far as they’d go. She pulled me up by both shoulders and guided me over her. I settled one leg against my hip and drove my cock in at once. This time I entered without fear, all at once. She moaned loudly and dug her nails into my shoulders.

—Like that, like that —she panted—. Don’t be scared.

I started moving. The second time I lasted much longer. She taught me: the rhythm, the pressure, when to stop for a second with my cock buried to the hilt so I wouldn’t finish too fast. When to come out almost all the way and drive back in slowly. When to grab her breasts and when to squeeze her neck gently. Her hips rose to meet mine. Every time I fucked her, her breasts bounced against her chest and a drop of sweat ran from the base of her neck to her navel.

—Suck them —she asked me.

I lowered my head. I caught one nipple between my lips and sucked it, biting down slowly. She arched her back and pressed my head hard against her breast. Her hands clutched my shoulders with more strength than I expected. Sweat stuck our skin together. Our bellies sloshed from the semen already leaking out of her every time I pulled out and pushed back in.

—Turn me over —I said, emboldened.

She smiled. Turned herself over. Got on all fours for me, ass raised. I grabbed her waist and shoved it back into her. Her cunt made obscene noises around my cock, sounding like a mouth sucking. I gave her a soft slap on the ass. She moaned louder.

—More —she begged.

I slapped her again, a little harder. Her ass went red. She buried her face in the pillow and started grinding her hips against me, impaling herself on my cock.

—Look at my eyes —she said at one point, turning her face over her shoulder.

I looked. They were deep and dark. There was no fear in there. There was something I didn’t know how to name until much later, when naming it no longer mattered. I kept fucking her without looking away, pounding her with everything I had while she squeezed one breast with one hand and used the other to rub her clit.

—I’m about to come —she whispered—. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.

Her cunt clamped down around my cock all at once, squeezing it in spasms, and she let out a long, hoarse scream against the pillow. I felt her whole body shake. That squeeze was what finished me off. I grabbed her hips and drove in to the hilt, unloading inside her for the second time, longer, denser, shot after shot.

We stayed like that for a few seconds, joined, gasping. When I pulled out, a thick thread hung from my tip to her open cunt. I let myself fall onto her back. I ended with my forehead resting on her neck, panting. She ran a hand through my hair.

—Good —she said simply—. Very good.

***

I woke up with sunlight filtering through the slits in the wall. Lucía was gone already. Diego was snoring on the floor, rolled up in a blanket, his cock still peeking out underneath. I grabbed my clothes, dressed in silence, and stepped out into the hallway.

In the kitchen, Don Peralta was waiting for me with black coffee and corn bread.

—Sit down —he said.

I sat. They arrived one by one. Lucía, her hair tied back and her eyes calm. Valeria, the dark-haired one, eyes lowered. Two younger girls I hadn’t seen at the gathering. Behind them, Mateo, Diego, and three teenagers about fifteen or sixteen whom nobody had introduced to me.

Don Peralta gestured broadly at them all.

—This is the family —he said—. The men work the land. The women take care of the house. And everyone answers to me.

He looked straight at me.

—Witnesses have two options: talk and regret it, or stay quiet and come back whenever they want.

Lucía raised her gaze from across the table. She smiled slightly, just at one corner of her mouth.

—I hope you come back —she said—. I liked the way you asked permission. And I liked how you fucked me the second time.

Everyone laughed. So did I, though I wasn’t really sure why. My cock stirred again inside my pants.

***

I went to the back yard to get my things. Passing by the small wooden sauna at the rear, I saw the door was ajar. I stopped. Peeked in without thinking.

Don Peralta was inside, naked, sitting on the bench. Eyes closed. His body was a map of years of work, scars, and prominent veins. Between his legs rested a thick dick, long, dark even at rest, with two heavy balls hanging underneath. It left me speechless. I understood at once why that whole family did what they did.

He didn’t see me. Or he did see me, and didn’t care at all.

From the other side of the wall came voices. Low female gasps. One woman begging not so hard, saying he was going to split her open. Another asking for more, asking him to put it all in. A male voice giving instructions in a whisper, ordering someone to open their ass wide. You could hear the dull slaps of flesh against flesh and the wet sloshing of a cunt being fucked deep.

Don Peralta opened his eyes. Looked straight at me. Lowered his hand and took hold of his cock calmly, starting to stroke it slowly. He raised his other finger and brought it to his lips.

I backed away on tiptoe without saying a word.

***

Dad’s pickup was already waiting at the gate. He honked twice.

—Camilo! We’re losing the day!

I got in. Closed the door. The dirt road stretched out before us between the red dust and the shade of the trees.

—Everything okay, son? —Dad asked, without looking at me.

—Everything’s fine —I said.

Dad nodded. Lit a cigarette and cracked the window open a finger’s width. We rode in silence the rest of the way. I watched the countryside pass by without seeing it, with the voices from the sauna still echoing in my ears, the taste of Lucía’s breasts still in my mouth, and the smell of her cunt still clinging to my skin.

Peralta Farm. It wasn’t a place you arrived at for the first time.

It was a place you never came back from the same.