What My Sister Asked Me to Do with My Blindfolded Mother

We lay there a long while on the tangled sheets, catching our breath. My mother still had the blindfold over her eyes, but she was smiling, satisfied, like someone who had just gotten exactly what she wanted. They’d taken her without mercy, and she’d thanked them with her body.

I was still holding Lucía. My sister trailed the pads of her fingers over my thigh, slowly, with a calm that didn’t match what had just happened in that room. She was breathing steadily, almost happily.

My father looked at me for a second and immediately looked away. He felt ashamed, I suppose. His children had seen him lose control with his wife, and the worst part was that she had enjoyed every minute of it and had come twice in a row.

Lucía turned her face and watched me with a sweetness I didn’t know in her, as if instead of her brother she had someone else in front of her, something bigger.

—I liked it a lot —she said softly.

I fell silent, not knowing what she meant.

—Being with you, dummy —she clarified.

I was surprised. We hadn’t really been together; what we’d done had been barely a brush, just enough to push her a little closer to the edge. Even so, I answered awkwardly.

—Yeah, Lucía. It was incredible.

She twisted her mouth and looked at me with something like annoyance.

—It wasn’t incredible. It was beautiful.

—That’s what I meant —I corrected myself.

—You’ve seen what Mom is like, haven’t you? —she said, tender again—. But I’m different.

I had no idea where she wanted to go with that.

—I’d love to keep being with you. For a long time —she added.

—Me too —I replied, without thinking.

—I love you a ton, Bruno.

—And I love you.

My sister had me completely thrown. We were still just that, siblings; we fought over stupid things and loved each other the way we always had. But that night there was something new in her voice, an intent I didn’t know how to read. I saw my father watching us out of the corner of his eye, trying to make sense of the same thing I was.

Then my mother spoke, out of nowhere, as she usually did.

—Is Adrián there? Are you going to fuck me again? —she asked, tugging at the tied wrists.

My father snorted and glared at her.

—Who the fuck is Adrián? —he asked, looking at Lucía.

My sister shot me a warning look: the storm was coming.

—Dad —she said with deliberate calm—, you need to calm down.

I knew the truth wasn’t going to sit well with him, so I stepped in before Lucía put her foot in it.

—One night she drank too much and they took her to one of those parties —I began—. They hold them in a villa on the outskirts, lots of people go.

My father looked at me, not understanding where I was going.

—The kind where they tie someone up and use them in front of everyone.

At that he stiffened.

—Mom was taken to the middle of the room, naked, without really knowing where she was. A guy showed up with Gustavo, Lucía’s boss.

***

My sister stared at me in shock, not catching where I was trying to go with all that. I was telling my father what happened at his boss’s parties, but dressing it up my way. She pinched my side and told me under her breath to shut up. I ignored her.

—That man tried to take advantage of her. And Mom came home that night crying, saying they’d humiliated her in front of everyone. But there was someone who got her out of there, who protected her and took her home.

Lucía didn’t understand a thing; it was all a lie. The only true part was that my mother had been used at that party, only she’d enjoyed it so much she was desperate to do it again. I winked at my sister and asked her again to hang in there.

—That person was Adrián. And now Mom wants to repay him for what he did for her.

My father had gone red. He had also been to one of those parties, he knew perfectly well what went on there; he’d even been with a woman tied up on the table. He must have been imagining that his wife had been dragged there by deception to the very same place where he had gotten his release.

—That’s why she calls herself a whore —I concluded—. Because she went to that party and they used her in front of everybody.

My father clenched his fists and jaw, convinced that Gustavo had tricked him. His wife, his daughter… and on top of that, the party. In that instant he was thinking of settling all the scores at once.

I looked at Lucía and saw she was barely holding back her laughter, shaking her head, not understanding my move.

—What a load of crap you fed him —she whispered against my ear.

—We have to get them to make up —I answered without him hearing.

—And her? She’ll have to forgive Dad —she replied, shrugging.

—I’ll take care of that.

My mother spoke again, this time more directly.

—I want Adrián to do me from behind.

My father gritted his teeth.

—Shh. Easy, Dad —Lucía soothed him.

My sister went over to her and whispered for her to shut up, that if she said one more word we’d leave her tied up and go to the party without her. Mom swore she’d shut up right now, but that we should keep using her.

—Your turn, my love —Lucía told me, looking at me—. Put it all the way in, make her think you’re someone else.

I got it instantly: we couldn’t say Adrián’s name again, and I had to pass myself off as him.

Lucía gave me a quick kiss on the lips and spoke in my ear so my father wouldn’t hear her.

—Even though I’m doing it with Dad now, I’m going to be thinking about you.

I looked at her, startled. My sister was treating me like I was hers, as if what had happened that night had turned us into something different.

***

She climbed onto the bed and forced Mom to turn over, leaving her on all fours, ass up and face pressed to the mattress. She looked at me, smiled, and buried her tongue between our mother’s butt cheeks, running it from top to bottom, leaving her wet.

—Ayyy —my mother moaned.

My father started stroking himself slowly, without taking his eyes off her. He had his wife on display and his daughter licking her without a shred of shame.

—Ayyy, that’s so good —she cried out.

Lucía slapped her hard with her whole open hand. My father and I looked at the red mark drawn on her skin. Then she took the earplugs out so Mom could hear her.

—You’re such a slut —she told her.

—Yes, yes, a huge slut —Mom answered at once.

—I told you not to talk.

Smack! Another slap, even harder, the kind that hurts just to hear it.

—Aggg —my mother protested.

My father watched, rapt, shaking himself faster and faster, puffing. Lucía licked her again and Mom started moaning like crazy, lifting her hips and gripping the headboard.

—Now they’re going to use you from behind, real hard, and you’re going to take it —my sister warned her.

—Yes, yes, I’ll take it, I’ll take it —she repeated.

—You’re going to take the whole thing.

—Yes.

—With that whore’s ass you’ve got.

—Yes, yes.

Lucía kept playing with her tongue, opening her up little by little, preparing her to take it all the way. My father watched her, drooling, masturbating with gusto.

—I want to do it —he blurted out suddenly.

Lucía looked at me and I jumped onto the bed. I hurriedly put the earplugs back in my mother’s ears, praying she hadn’t recognized my father’s voice.

—Do it to me already! Now! —she begged, like a parrot.

She was so turned on she didn’t even notice. My father tried to climb in to do it himself.

—No —Lucía stopped him—. Bruno’s turn. You watch.

I froze, embarrassed, not knowing what to say to her. I was going to have my mother in front of my father, and he would just stand there watching, silent, turned into a spectator.

—Come on, do what this bitch is asking for —I heard my sister say.

—Yeah, do it, Bruno —my father asked, to my surprise.

***

Lucía moved aside and I got behind, prying her butt cheeks open with one hand. Before I could continue, my sister grabbed me and leaned over me, running her tongue over me slowly while staring straight at me, teasing me with her eyes.

—I love it —she murmured, smiling.

—Come on, put it in already —my mother begged.

—He’ll put it in later —Lucía answered with another slap—. Now let me have my fun.

It was an obscene and magnificent image at the same time. My father had come closer and slid his hand between the mattress and Mom’s body, trapping one of her breasts. She thought it was me.

—Aah, yes —she moaned—. Touch me, baby.

He squeezed hard, without care, while Lucía started rubbing between her legs, and the wet slapping sounds filled the room.

—Look how soaked you are —my sister yelled at her.

Mom couldn’t hear her, but she spread her legs wider, offering herself.

I was on my knees, watching my sister surrender to it, directing everything. I placed the tip and pushed in slowly. I felt her opening little by little.

—Look, my love, look —Lucía exclaimed, excited, watching every centimeter.

I pushed a little more and it went all the way in.

—More, more, all of it —my mother begged, gasping, throwing her hips back, gripping the headboard.

My father leaned in to watch up close, fascinated and enraged in equal measure. He nodded at me, authorizing me to keep going, to do it without restraint.

I did it with a hard thrust, so hard I dragged her across the mattress.

—Aaagg —she screamed.

—That’s it! —my father blurted out, fired up.

I saw the desire in his eyes, the urge to see his wife surrender like that. It no longer mattered to him that it was his son doing it. He only wanted me not to stop.

—Keep going! Keep going! —he repeated like a madman.

Lucía watched in disbelief. It was absolute surrender, modesty shattered to pieces, and she grew more aroused by the second, sitting beside me, legs open, stroking herself quickly.

—Aaah —she moaned now and then.

I held her by the hips and drove into her again and again, all the way in. I heard her protesting at times, but she kept throwing her body back, asking for more.

My sister gave my leg a little tap.

—Do you… do you mind if… if Dad does me? —she asked, rubbing herself anxiously.

—Let yourself go —I replied, seeing how needy she was—. I want to see you come.

She blew me a kiss and got on all fours right away, offering herself to my father. He looked at me, embarrassed, not sure if he dared to do it in front of me, but desire won out: he watched Lucía’s body and wanted it the same way I wanted my mother.

I nodded at him. Go ahead. I wanted to see her come, hear her scream, watch her shake on the bed while I kept going with Mom, the two men of the house surrendering to the same madness.

—Do it —I told him, seeing him hesitate—. Don’t hold back with her.

My father looked at my mother, looked at me, and finally looked at Lucía. The die had been cast, and none of the four of us was backing down that night.