What I Discovered Behind My Sisters’ Door

My name is Marina, and I am the fifth of six siblings. I had just turned nineteen when I fully understood how my house worked, though suspicion had been growing inside me for months like a weed nobody wanted to pull out.

My father, Andrés, was fifty-two and had been an army officer his entire life. At home he ruled just like he did in a barracks: in a low voice, with clear rules and the absolute certainty that no one would contradict him. He didn’t need to shout. It was enough for him to look.

My mother, Pilar, lived to please him. She was a beautiful fifty-year-old woman who had given birth to six children and who, by then, could not imagine any other way of existing than obeying. Her submission was not resignation: it was a surrender that seemed to give her peace.

The eldest of all, my brother Marcos, was twenty-seven and the exact reflection of my father. They shared the same way of speaking, the same crooked smile when something amused them at someone else’s expense. Marcos agreed with every rule my father laid down, especially the ones that handed power to him.

My older sister, Lorena, twenty-five, was the smartest of the six. She hooked up with a man with money, left to study in Berlin, and stayed there before anyone could say anything to her. She was always rebellious. She took the first crack and disappeared.

Then there were Carla, twenty-three, and Daniela, twenty-two. And last, Aurora, my little sister, eighteen, with whom I shared a room and almost everything else. We looked so much alike that when we were children people confused us.

***

The first time I suspected something was off was one winter night. It was two in the morning and I couldn’t sleep. From my parents’ room came sighs, and at first I assumed my father and mother were fucking as usual.

I woke Aurora with a finger to my lips. We went down the hallway barefoot, holding our breath, and peered through the crack in the half-open door.

It wasn’t two.

My father was on his knees behind my mother, his hands sunk into her hips, driving into her ass with slow, deep thrusts that tore a rough moan from her each time he rammed her to the hilt. Marcos, standing in front of her face, had his cock buried in her throat, gripping her by the hair and setting the pace. My mother, impaled by both of them, tongue out and eyes glazed, sucked her son while her husband opened her asshole with hard thrusts.

—Swallow it all, Pilar, that’s why you gave birth to the eldest —my father told her, slapping her ass so hard his handprint stayed marked on it—. And clench that ass because I’m going to fill it up.

—Mom, look at the way you’re sucking me off, fuck, you’re such a dirty whore —Marcos panted, fucking her mouth while he held her head with both hands.

My mother did not protest: she moaned with a cock inside her, pulled Marcos’s cock out of her mouth only to spit on it and take it back to the balls, arching her back to offer her ass to my father even more eagerly. They both came inside her almost at the same time, one in front and one behind, and she let herself be filled with a smile of pleasure we had never once seen on her face.

Aurora squeezed my hand so hard it hurt. Neither of us said a word. We went back to our room tiptoeing, our hearts pounding against our ribs and our panties soaked without our having admitted it yet.

—Do you think Dad has been with Carla and Daniela? —I whispered in the dark.

—No doubt —Aurora answered—. And soon it’ll be our turn.

She said it without fear. She said it almost with curiosity, and that night, curled up together in the same bed as so many other times, the two of us discovered that the image would not leave our heads no matter how tightly we closed our eyes. I felt Aurora’s hand searching for mine beneath my nightgown, and without saying anything we slipped our fingers inside ourselves until we both came in silence, biting our lips so as not to wake anyone.

***

I had been noticing a detail for some time that now made sense. Carla and Daniela locked their bedroom almost every night. I had always thought it was just them, that they were very affectionate with each other. After what I had seen, my suspicions took another shape.

The next morning, at that same impossible hour, Aurora and I got up and found my mother sleeping alone in her bed, with a stain of semen still dry on the inside of her thighs. No sign of my father or Marcos.

We went to Carla and Daniela’s room. Locked, as always. We pressed our ears to the wood and heard, muffled, moans that left no room for doubt: the wet splashing of a cock going in and out of a soaked cunt, the rhythmic slap of a hip against an ass, one of my sisters’ voices asking for more, harder, deeper, and Marcos’s deep voice answering that he was going to fill her completely.

—Put it all in me, brother, don’t be a bastard —it was Daniela’s voice, broken up.

—Shut up and spread your legs, Carla already swallowed it —Marcos answered, and the crack of a hand against a cheek could be heard.

The key turned from the inside, preventing us from seeing anything. We were both crouched there, motionless, when a hand landed on my shoulder and I nearly screamed.

—What are you doing there, brats? —it was my mother, in a robe, not knowing what face to make.

—You shut up, Mom —I snapped—, you enjoy it too. Last night we saw you with Dad and Marcos. We saw you sucking him off and letting him fuck you in the ass.

I disarmed her with a single sentence. She lowered her eyes, sighed, and gestured for us to follow her.

—Come to the kitchen. I’m going to tell you something.

***

The three of us sat around the table, still in the dark, and my mother began to speak slowly, like someone setting down a weight she had been carrying for too long.

—Your father is a good man —she said—. He is, even if his rules don’t make it seem so. One night, some time ago, he confessed to me that he needed more. That one woman wasn’t enough for how much his cock was asking of him. He promised me he wouldn’t look outside the house, that what he wanted he had right here inside. And I agreed.

—Agreed to what? —Aurora asked, though we both knew.

—First he wanted to fuck Lorena. You know what your older sister is like: she said no, and took advantage of it to leave for Berlin and never come back. I was devastated. And I promised him that his other daughters, now grown, would understand his desires.

She paused for a long time. Her hands were trembling around the empty cup.

—For about a year now, Carla and Daniela have been fucking him every day. Marcos fucks them too, both of them, sometimes together. I prepare them for him, wash them, teach them to suck him off the way he likes. I know it isn’t right, I know what you think. But I swear to you they enjoy it more than any other girl their age. And I only ask one thing: that it stays in this house.

—Mom, that’s incest —I said, and the word sounded harsh in the silent kitchen—. You can’t do that.

—I know —she replied—. That’s why I’m asking you. If you don’t want to, it’s fine. Your sisters and I are already enough to swallow all the cum they can give.

I looked at her and saw a woman wholly given over to a man, without reservation, with a devotion that filled me with anger and tenderness in equal measure. Her eyes were full of tears.

—I love your father so much —she murmured— that I’d be capable of anything just to keep him happy. Even if I have to spread my daughters’ legs myself.

***

I don’t know at what point the conversation changed temperature. Aurora got up and hugged my mother from behind, and I took her hands over the table. Our kisses began as consolation, sweet, on the forehead and cheeks.

But my mother was broken by emotion, and we had spent the whole night with our skin on fire from what we’d seen. Without saying it, all three of us understood at once. Aurora opened her robe in front and bared her tits; my mother did not resist. She took them in both hands, big white breasts with dark nipples already hard from pure fear or pure desire, and brought them to her mouth one after another.

—Oh, daughter —my mother gasped—, you’re a dirty little thing too…

—Like mother, like daughter —Aurora answered, biting her nipple.

We led her by the hand to her room. We undressed her slowly, one on each side, running our lips over her body as if it were the first time anyone had treated her gently instead of with orders. I kissed her mouth with tongue, tasting the dry semen that still remained from the night before, and got soaked with arousal at the thought that it was my father’s and my brother’s load I was tasting.

Aurora threw herself onto her cunt, spread her legs, and buried her tongue between her lips. My mother’s pussy was juicy, still swollen from use, and a thick white thread ran down her slit. Aurora drank it without disgust, licking her clit with long laps while sliding two fingers inside her and searching for that spot deep within that made her writhe.

—Oh, my girls, you do it so well, what a tongue you both have, my God —my mother moaned, her legs spread wide and her hands sunk into Aurora’s hair, pushing her face against her cunt.

I climbed onto her face and offered her mine. She didn’t hesitate: she grabbed my ass, pressed her cunt to my mouth, and started eating me out with the hunger of a well-trained daughter. Her tongue went in and out of me, licked my asshole and returned to my clit, and I moved on her face watching Aurora devour her from below.

—Keep going, Mom, keep going, don’t stop —I begged, gripping the headboard.

We all came almost at the same time. Aurora finger-fucked her with three fingers and sucked her clit with quick strokes of her tongue; my mother screamed with her mouth pressed to my cunt and I fell apart on top of her, soaking her face. When she reached the limit, what escaped her was not a dirty cry, but something more like sobbing. She cried with happiness, repeating that she had never felt so much affection together with pleasure, that her daughters were better lovers than her husband. The three of us fell asleep beside her, tangled together, soaked, without realizing that dawn had broken.

***

My father’s voice woke us. He was standing in the doorway, still in his night uniform, looking at the three naked figures on the bed with an incredulous smile and a bulge already grown in his fly.

—Well, well. What an unexpected gift for a tired man —he said, lowering his zipper without taking his eyes off us.

My mother sat up, not knowing whether to cover herself or apologize. I, still half asleep and much more awake than I looked, decided to play along in my own way.

—You must be exhausted, Dad —I told him, not taking my eyes off the cock he had already pulled out.

—Yeah, daughter, but nobody’s taking my good-night farewell from me. Tomorrow we’ll have a proper party.

He called Marcos, who appeared with that hunter’s smile I disliked so much, and with his cock already hard beneath his pajama trousers. Aurora took care of my father and I took care of my brother. I knelt in front of Marcos, yanked down his trousers, and found myself staring at a thick, hard cock vibrating against his stomach. I took it with both hands, licked it from top to bottom like it was ice cream, and took it into my mouth as far as I could.

—Fuck, Marina, what a tongue you have… like that, little sister, suck it all —he panted, throwing his head back.

And, I confess, I pretended to be clumsy on purpose: every so often I’d clamp my teeth down a little harder than necessary, just to see him lose his composure. I pulled it all the way out, spat on the tip, and swallowed it again to the throat, but every now and then I’d brush his balls with my nails just a little too hard.

—Careful, girl, that hurts —he complained, his face red.

—Sorry —I told him with a face that said I’d never broken a plate in my life, my lips shiny with saliva—. I have to learn.

Beside me, Aurora had my father lying on his back and climbed over him astride. She drove his cock into her cunt with one thrust and started riding him slowly, her tits out and her head thrown back.

—Oh, Dad, you’ve got such a thick one, you fill me up completely —my little sister moaned, moving her ass in circles over his cock.

—Ride me right, Aurora, I knew the little ones would be the hungriest —my father answered, gripping her hips and pushing her down.

Inside I was dying laughing at seeing the house macho with a scared face between my teeth. When I got bored of the game, I got serious: I lay back at the edge of the bed and told him to fuck my mouth deep. Marcos didn’t need to be asked twice. He shoved his cock down my throat, his balls slapping my nose, and started thrusting like a brute until he came with a roar, filling my mouth with hot, thick cum that I could barely swallow. It ran from the corner of my mouth and down my neck.

It wasn’t much harder for my father: the idea of having his two little daughters overpowered him, and he came inside Aurora with a dry thrust, filling her cunt until it spilled over the edges. Aurora stood up, semen dripping between her thighs, and without shame she wiped herself with her fingers and sucked them one by one.

***

On Saturday, at breakfast, with the whole family around the table, my father made the rules clear as he always did.

—Listen up, daughters. You all know the rules of this house. Now that everyone knows what happens between these walls, there’s a new one: around the house, no extra clothes. A shirt and not much else. Cunts always in sight and available. And if we ask you for something, I don’t want a single complaint. Understood?

My older sisters were already dressed exactly as he ordered, accustomed to it, with their shirts open and their tits out. Aurora and I, however, looked at each other, and in front of everyone made a small gesture of rebellion, dropping what we were wearing to the floor with more spite than necessary.

—That attitude will be corrected —my father said without raising his voice—. Marcos, let’s bring some order.

What came next was intense, shameless, and absolutely between the two men and the two of us. This time it was my turn with my father. He grabbed my arm, threw me onto the dining table sweeping the plates aside with one swat, and spread my legs wide open in front of everyone. I pretended to resist, struggled a little, but I was hotter than I had ever been in my life, and he realized it immediately when he slid two fingers through my cunt and pulled them out dripping wet.

—Look at the little wild one —he said, almost amused, showing my mother his soaked fingers—. She’s wetter than a well. She wants it as much as the others do.

—Shut up and show me why you’re in charge so much —I answered, and wiped the smile off his face.

He pulled out his cock, thick, hard, veins swollen, and drove it into me in one stroke all the way to the end. I screamed with pleasure and pain at once, because he buried it completely on the first thrust, and I felt it pounding against my cervix. He started fucking me across the table with short, brutal thrusts, gripping my hips, while my mother and older sisters watched from the sofa with their hands between their legs.

—Like that, Dad, harder, rip my cunt open already —I shouted, stopping pretending altogether—. So you can see your little girl knows how too.

—Whore, more than a whore, if you’ve got it in you —he panted, slapping my tits every time he thrust.

He pulled me off the table, put me on all fours on the floor, and started fucking me from behind again. Beside me, Aurora was in the same position, with Marcos impaling her mercilessly. They turned us over at the same time, moved us from hole to hole as if they were comparing us. My father pulled his cock out of my cunt and pointed it at my asshole; he spit on it and slid it into my ass slowly but without pause until he was all the way in.

—Hold it, daughter, because this ass is going to learn too —he said into my ear.

I rode him with the brazenness of someone who had nothing left to hide, now on top, moving my hips in circles with his cock buried in my ass, while I shoved two fingers into my cunt in front of everyone. My mother had spread her legs on the sofa and Carla was licking her cunt while Daniela buried her tongue between Marcos’s butt cheeks. The obscenity of the situation, the prohibition, my father filling my ass, my little sister getting her cunt filled beside me, all of it mixed together in a savage orgasm that left me trembling and howling on top of him. I felt the hot jet of his cum flooding me from within, rising up into my guts.

—Had you already been with someone? —my father asked me, panting, still inside me and dripping semen.

—Of course. What did you think, that I was a prude? I’ve been fucked by more guys than you can count, Dad.

He was left speechless, between pride and confusion, and a weak laugh escaped me that I couldn’t quite hide while I felt his load dripping down my thighs.

***

The following days were madness. The whole house revolved around a secret none of us intended to tell. We fucked in the morning in the kitchen before coffee, at midday in the living room, at night in the big bed in my parents’ room, all mixed together, no longer knowing whose cock or tongue you had inside you. I think my father, to keep up the pace at his age, must have used something, because it was impossible for a fifty-two-year-old man to always be ready, always hard, always prepared to stick it into the first daughter who came to hand.

Until one morning, he simply didn’t get up.

—He must be tired —Aurora said.

I went to wake him and he didn’t move. I called him, touched him, shook him. Nothing. I screamed for my mother, who came running and collapsed when she saw him. Marcos called an ambulance, but anyone could see it was already too late.

The doctor was blunt: a heart attack. My father, the man who had ruled over all of us, had gone away in his sleep, without warning, true to his habit of never offering explanations.

At the funeral his former army comrades appeared. They sent him off with honors, as a respected and admired man. None of them could have imagined what kind of house that coffin had come from, or that the widow who was quietly weeping was still carrying the smell of her husband between her legs.

***

He left us a fortune. He had a life insurance policy signed that more than covered whatever whims we might dream up. Marcos wanted to take his place, and for a time we let him.

My mother and he ended up sharing a room, fucking every night like husband and wife. My sisters and I, however, began to search for our own lives outside. We got boyfriends, went out, studied. Though, I admit, when we came home we still looked for Marcos, got on all fours on his bed when we arrived drunk in the early hours of the morning, turned into addicts of a habit hard to leave behind. My brother’s cock was the only one with which I came without effort.

My mother bought a house on the outskirts of Valencia, with a pool, where we held get-togethers no neighbor would have understood. On Sundays we woke up with the four sisters naked around the pool, with Marcos and some boyfriend going from one cunt to another, and my mother in the middle, directing the orgy with the same naturalness with which she once served lunch. Soon we brought our boyfriends into that life of ours, so particular, and none of them ever complained about having to share.

Now I am twenty-two. I finished my degree in advertising and am doing an internship at a company in Málaga. Here I met a mature, charming man, and fell hopelessly in love with him. And, almost without realizing it, with his son too, whom I sleep with when the father is traveling, and sometimes with both of them at once when he isn’t.

He gave me a job, gave me an apartment, and I am what my mother once was: the woman of a man I pleasure because I want to, not because I am forced to. I open my cunt and ass for him when he asks me to, and I swallow his cum with the same devotion my mother used to swallow my father’s. The difference, this time, is that I choose it.

In the next story I’ll tell you what my life is like in this city of light, with father and son at the same time, fucking both of them in turns and sometimes together. But that is another story.