What My Cousins and I Kept Quiet That Summer

Valeria was the kind of cousin who made you wonder whether family was a blessing or a curse. Tall, with that blond hair she always wore half-done, and that way of walking into a room as if she knew exactly the effect she had. I was twenty-two the first time Matías and I crossed that line with her. He was twenty-four. Valeria was twenty-one.

It was at my parents’ house, on an August afternoon with nothing to do. Matías was lying on the sofa with his feet on the coffee table and I was in the armchair, half-heartedly changing channels. Valeria appeared from the hallway in a blue dress that reached mid-thigh and stopped in the doorway, looking at us.

—What are you doing? —she asked, though it was obvious she wasn’t expecting an answer.

—Nothing —Matías said without moving.

—Shows.

She came over and sat between us, as if that empty space on the sofa had been designed specifically for her. The dress rode up a little when she sat down, and from where I was I could see perfectly the tops of her thighs, her tanned skin, and a shadow under the fabric that made it clear her panties were tiny or there were none at all. Neither of us said a word.

Matías was the first to move. He put an arm around her shoulders with the same naturalness as if it were something he’d always done, and Valeria didn’t pull away. She turned her head toward him, and what happened next wasn’t an accident: it was a decision made with eyes wide open.

—Do you know we’ve been circling each other for years without doing anything? —she said softly.

—I know —Matías replied.

I didn’t say anything. I stayed still, watching, until Valeria turned her head toward me with that smile that meant exactly what it looked like.

—And you? Are you going to keep watching, Andrés?

I didn’t keep watching.

What followed was slow at first, charged with that tension of people who know they’re crossing a point of no return. Valeria leaned toward Matías and kissed him with a calm that surprised me, her hands resting on his chest. I brought my mouth to her neck, sucked slowly at the skin beneath her ear, and when she tilted her head slightly to give me access, I bit her shoulder and yanked one strap of the dress down with a shove. One breast spilled out, round, with the nipple already hard. I caught it in my mouth and she let out a gasp into Matías’s mouth.

Between the two of us we took the dress off her. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, and her panties were a tiny triangle soaked through in the center. Matías gave a low laugh and she looked at him with mock indignation.

—What’s so funny?

—Nothing —he said—. Absolutely nothing. That you’re dripping.

—Then do something about it.

Matías slid two fingers under the elastic and pushed them in without any preamble. Valeria opened her legs on the sofa and threw her head back. I kept sucking her tits, alternating between one and the other, biting her nipples until she moaned. My brother’s fingers went in and out of her cunt with a wet sound that filled the living room. We tore her panties off in one yank.

Valeria knelt on the floor in front of us. She undid both our trousers with an efficiency that left no doubt about what she wanted. She pulled our briefs down to our ankles and looked at both of us with our hard cocks at the height of her face, one in each hand. She weighed them, compared them, smiled.

—Cousins Andrés and Matías, finally out of the drawer —she murmured.

And she took me all the way into her mouth. In one go, to the back of her throat, without gagging. I felt her tongue curling under the head while the tip hit the back of her throat, and at the same time her other hand started stroking Matías with a calm, deliberate rhythm, squeezing the base and moving slowly up to the glans.

Feeling her like that, with her tongue moving slowly while her hand worked my brother, was one of the most intense things I’d ever experienced. Matías had his head thrown back, eyes closed, neck muscles tight. She pulled my cock out of her mouth only to lick it from the balls to the tip, then swallowed it again while looking me in the eyes.

—Jesus Christ —Matías murmured when it was his turn.

Valeria swallowed his cock with the same hunger. I watched her cheeks bulge as she kept him inside, saliva running down her chin and dripping between her tits. When she let him go, she gave his cock a soft slap against her tongue before taking it back into her mouth. She alternated between the two of us for a good while, unhurried, as if she wanted it to last as long as possible. Every time she switched, the one left without her mouth found the heat of her hand, sliding up and down over the wet cock. We both moaned. She seemed satisfied with the control she was exercising over us without any apparent effort.

—You’re identical down there too —she said, laughing, her lips shining.

When she decided it was time for something else, she did it with the same clarity with which she made all her decisions. She stood up, took my hand and led me to the sofa.

—Sit —she told me. —You, get behind me —she said to Matías.

She bent over my lap and took me into her mouth again. Matías knelt behind her, spread her ass with both hands and ran his tongue all the way from her cunt to higher up. Valeria moaned with my cock in her mouth and that sound vibrated through my shaft. Then my brother got to his feet, spat into his hand, ran it over the head of his cock, and pushed into her cunt slowly until he was all the way in. She let out a muffled moan with my cock still in her throat. When Matías started fucking her for real, with long thrusts that drove her forward, each blow pushed my cock deeper into her mouth. She took my balls into her mouth too, one after the other, sucking them while she jerked my cock full of her saliva.

—She’s so tight —Matías said through clenched teeth. —I’m not going to last long like this.

—Then hold out —she answered, turning her head for a moment. —Don’t come yet.

We stayed like that until Matías asked to switch. Valeria sat up, her mouth swollen and her cunt dripping between her thighs, looked at her cousin and pointed at the sofa.

—You here now. And you —she told me—, I want both of you at once.

Matías lay down on the sofa, on his back, his cock pointing at the ceiling, shining with his own juices. Valeria straddled him, facing me, spread her cheeks with her hands and lowered herself slowly until she was impaled. She puffed out a breath when she felt him all the way inside. I took position behind her, between my brother’s legs, with my cock in my hand. I spat on his asshole and rubbed the head of my cock against the hole. She tensed for a second.

—Slowly —she said. —I’ve never done it with two at once.

—Slowly —I repeated.

I pushed. The head went in with a wet pop, and she let out a long moan, biting her lip. I stayed still for a moment, letting her breathe. Matías was still too, his hands on Valeria’s hips, waiting for us. I went in little by little, millimeter by millimeter, as she relaxed and let me through. When I finally had her fully, my balls resting against his, the three of us were still for a moment, feeling each other’s pulse through that paper-thin wall that separated us.

—Fuck —Matías said, his voice breaking. —I can feel you inside her.

Valeria let out a long, low exhale that confirmed we were exactly where she wanted us.

—Like this —she said through clenched teeth. —Don’t stop.

We didn’t stop.

We started moving in turns: when Matías pushed up, I pushed down, and vice versa, so she was never empty. She wrapped herself around my brother’s knees, threw her head back, and started moaning without restraint, every thrust drawing out a new sound. I grabbed her tits from behind, squeezed them, pinched her nipples. I felt Matías’s cock brushing against mine through her, sliding up and down, and that friction was almost unbearable.

—I’m about to come —I warned.

—Me too —Matías said.

—Both of you inside —Valeria gasped. —Both of you inside, now.

Matías came first, with an animal growl, and I felt his contractions through her. That was enough. A few seconds later I let go, emptying into her ass with a release that buckled my knees. Valeria came between the two of us, trembling, squeezing us with a force that wrung out the last drops.

The three of us stayed silent for a moment, still impaled, not moving, as if any gesture might break something that was still too new to examine. When we pulled out, a white thread ran down the inside of her thigh.

Valeria was the first to laugh.

—We’ve spent years wasting time —she said.

Matías and I didn’t answer, but we completely agreed.

***

Two weeks later, Valeria showed up at our cousin Diego’s house. She arrived with Natalia, another cousin of ours, smaller than Valeria, with dark hair and one of those pink dresses that seem designed so nobody can think about anything else.

Diego told me what happened that afternoon. We dragged it out of him over a beer and a half, on a Friday night, and he did it with that mix of disbelief and satisfaction of someone who still can’t quite believe his own luck.

Valeria and Natalia arrived unannounced, as was their habit. Natalia asked to use the bathroom as soon as she came in, and the moment the hallway door closed, Valeria turned to Diego and kissed him, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth and grabbing his cock over his pants.

—I’ve spent the whole ride thinking about this —she told him, squeezing it. —It shows from the outside too.

Diego didn’t take long to react. He lifted her skirt, yanked her panties off in one pull, and shoved three fingers into her soaked cunt. Valeria spread her legs against the wall and bit his neck. Diego had his hands between his cousin’s thighs when they heard Natalia’s footsteps coming back from the hallway.

—What are you doing? —Natalia said from the doorway, in a tone that wasn’t exactly reproachful.

—Starting without you —Valeria replied, Diego’s fingers still inside her. —Sorry.

She went to her cousin and kissed her on the mouth before Natalia could say anything else. Diego watched them from the sofa: Valeria lifting the hem of Natalia’s dress with both hands, slipping under it until she found her cunt over her panties, Natalia letting her, eyes half-lidded and a smile that said everything. Valeria moved the fabric aside and ran a finger through her slit, and Natalia shuddered all over.

—You’re just as wet as I am —Valeria murmured.

—Will you help our cousin out? —she asked next, looking at Diego over her shoulder.

The two of them knelt in front of him and stripped his trousers off in one yank. They took turns, passing his cock from one mouth to the other with a coordination that seemed rehearsed. Natalia swallowed him whole, gagging slightly, while Valeria licked his balls from underneath. Then they switched: Valeria took him all the way down and Natalia sucked the tip every time it came out. They kissed with Diego’s cock between them, one tongue finding the other’s over the head, spitting saliva into each other’s mouths until the whole cock was shiny and dripping. Diego told me that at that point he stopped thinking about anything other than what he was feeling.

After that he laid them both on the sofa, one next to the other, and pulled their dresses up to their waists. He went to work on Natalia with his mouth, sucking her cunt slowly, burying his tongue and pulling it out, working up to her clit and torturing it there with short licks, while Valeria stroked her cousin’s hair and kissed her neck, sucking her tits over her dress. Natalia grabbed Diego’s head and pushed his face against her sex.

—Deeper, fuck, deeper.

When Natalia was ready, Diego sat up, positioned himself between her legs, and rammed his cock in to the balls in one thrust. She cried out. Diego kept a controlled rhythm, the rhythm of someone who wants it to last: going in deep, pulling almost all the way out, plunging back in. Valeria came over, ran a hand over her cousin’s belly, leaned down and started sucking her nipples while Diego fucked her.

—Good? —he asked.

—Very good —Natalia replied with her eyes closed. —Don’t stop, don’t stop.

They kept switching. Diego pulled his shiny cock out of Natalia’s cunt and shoved it into Valeria without transition, and Valeria huffed when she felt him fully inside. Natalia got on all fours beside them, put her mouth to her cousin’s asshole and licked it while Diego fucked her, Natalia’s tongue also brushing his cock every time it came out. Diego almost came right there. The two of them tending to him at the same time while he stood there, with Valeria sucking him and Natalia licking his balls, even sucking his ass from behind when he leaned forward. Every combination came as naturally as if they weren’t following a script, only responding to what the moment asked for.

Valeria proposed the next switch. She lay down on the sofa, legs open and her cunt open and red, and extended a hand toward Diego, indicating that he should get on top. When he penetrated her, she arched her back and dug her nails into his back. Valeria gestured to Natalia to come closer. Natalia positioned herself over her cousin’s face, riding her mouth, and the three of them found the rhythm together: Diego moving inside Valeria with deep thrusts, Valeria eating Natalia’s cunt from below, tongue going in and out, sucking her clit between her lips, Natalia leaning forward with her hands braced on Diego’s chest, kissing him on the mouth while riding her cousin’s face. Natalia came first, with a long spasm, soaking Valeria’s face with discharge.

When Diego came, he did it inside Valeria in four spurts that she felt hammering against the back of her womb. Valeria arched her back and stayed still for a moment before laughing, her face still shining between Natalia’s thighs.

—You’re exactly like your cousins —she told him. —You all come just as hard.

Diego didn’t know whether that was a compliment or a warning. He decided it was the first.

***

That was three summers ago now. Since then we’ve had other afternoons like that, though none with the same weight as that first time with Matías, when there was still the theoretical possibility of turning back.

Valeria still shows up at family gatherings with that look of someone carrying a comfortable secret. Sometimes I run into her in the hallway at my parents’ house and neither of us says anything, but we don’t look away either. There’s something in that silence that contains everything without needing words.

Natalia got married last year. She was gorgeous at the wedding. Diego went to the ceremony and sent me a message during the reception that simply said: “You know.”

I know.

There are things a family keeps among itself without needing to name them. Some weigh heavy. Others are simply what they are: moments that happened because everyone wanted them to, and that nobody intends to erase from memory.

Valeria doesn’t intend to either.