What the camera revealed to us changed everything

Sofía opened the door for me still wearing her workout clothes. A pair of gray leggings that left nothing to the imagination and a tight black T-shirt that traced every curve. I’d come straight from the office in a suit, with the club bag hanging from my shoulder.

—Andrés, you’re not going to work out or go anywhere looking like that —she said, giving me that half smile that always threw me off balance.

—I can change here, if you want.

—That’s what I’m hoping for. And slowly.

The relationship between us had changed a lot in the last few months. What started as something unthinkable had taken on a life of its own, hard to explain in words but easy to recognize in every look, in every touch that lasted a second longer than necessary. We fucked some mornings under the excuse of the gym, sometimes at night under any pretext, and I went back home to Laura as if nothing had happened. I’d never had so much sex in my whole life. But what I felt with Sofía was not just that.

I stood in the middle of her living room and slowly began unbuttoning my shirt, never taking my eyes off her. Sofía came closer while I took off my belt. I let my pants fall to the floor. She was less than a meter away.

She looked at me as if she were seeing something that belonged to her.

She knelt down.

She said nothing. She yanked down my briefs, grabbed my still-flaccid cock with her hand, and took it all into her mouth, soft and warm between her lips. The heat was immediate. I felt myself getting hard with every movement of her tongue, growing inside her mouth while she adjusted the rhythm without hurry. Her tongue wrapped around my glans, pressed me against her palate, ran down the vein underneath before sucking my balls one by one. She was my sister. That had never stopped being a jolt, every single time.

When she had me hard against her throat, she started swallowing me whole, until her nose touched my pubis and I felt her choke for a second before pulling back. When she lifted her head, my cock was fully exposed, shining with saliva, throbbing. Her drool ran down her chin and neck and she made no move to wipe it away. She looked up at me through half-lidded eyes, a strand of spit hanging between her lips and my glans.

—Now you’re better —she said, and spat a thick gob onto the tip before massaging it again with her hand.

—You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in years —I said.

—I know.

She stood up, yanked off her T-shirt and bra in one motion, and led me to the sofa with her tits bare. Her nipples were already hard, dark, pointing upward. I sat down. She knelt between my legs, wrapping my cock with her hand, and started talking while she jerked me off slowly, squeezing hard at the base and easing up when she reached the tip.

—Do you want me to tell you how it all started with Laura?

—Tell me.

She ran her tongue over my glans, very slowly, circling the crown before continuing.

***

—The first time your wife slept with me was almost two years ago. You didn’t know. Nobody knew.

She squeezed me with her hand as she spoke, as if the two things were part of the same act. Each word was accompanied by a slow pull upward, her thumb sliding over the frenulum.

—She showed up at the house one afternoon. She said she was looking for you but you weren’t there. We started having a drink and at some point the conversation turned to sex. What we liked, what we were missing, what we didn’t tell anyone. She was the one who made the first move.

I was trying to focus on her words but the pleasure made it hard to think about anything. Sofía took me back into her mouth all the way to the back, pulled me out with an obscene pop, and kept going.

—It was strange at first. I’d never been with a woman that way. But she knew exactly what she was doing. She opened my legs right there on the sofa in my house, ripped off my panties, and buried her tongue in my cunt like she’d known forever how I liked it. I swear I’d never come that fast in my life. She sucked my clit until my juices covered her whole face, and then she asked me if I wanted to learn how to do it right. I said yes.

—How long were you like that?

—A year, more or less. With meetups, with breaks, with a lot of conversations by text in between. She told me what you two did together. I asked for details.

—What kind of details?

—How you fucked her. In what position. How long it lasted. If you came inside her or outside. The ones you gave her without knowing you were giving them to me too. I’d slide three fingers into myself reading her messages, imagining you on top of her and thinking that, deep down, you were fucking me.

She smiled around my cock and I had to close my eyes for a moment. She pulled it out, licked my balls one by one, while she kept jerking me with saliva. She had learned how to read me, to know exactly when to speed up and when to slow down to keep me on the edge without letting me fall. She did it with a precision that was anything but accidental. Every time she felt my balls tighten, she loosened her hand and blew cold air on the tip until the contraction eased.

—Wait —she said suddenly, pulling away—. The best part hasn’t come yet.

She left me rock hard, my cock trembling in the air, my whole body begging for what she had just paused. She stood up, pulled down her leggings and panties in one motion, and sat next to me on the sofa with her legs open. She took two fingers to her cunt, sank them in, pulled them out shining, and ran them over my lips before putting them in her mouth.

—Go on —I said, my voice lower than usual.

—Laura taught me things I didn’t know I liked. One afternoon she grabbed the vibrator from my drawer and started sliding it into me slowly, imitating how you’d fuck me, she told me. First the tip, then the whole length, all the way in. Harder and harder, until she was fucking me with the whole bed creaking. I was rubbing my clit and sucking my own tits and the filthiness of it was bigger than the pleasure. Knowing she was using what she learned with you to give it to me. That every shove of that rubber cock was an exact copy of yours.

She lowered her head and ran her tongue over the base of my cock, very slowly, while she sank two of her own fingers into her cunt. I heard the wet sound of her fingers going in and out.

—The first time she put her fingers up my ass, at first I clenched up everything. Instinct, fear. But she told me to relax. That it changed everything. She was right. Since that day I can’t come properly if I don’t have something back there. Heh. Right now if you put a finger in my ass while I suck your cock, I’d come without touching myself.

She crouched again over my cock and took it all into her mouth, to the hilt, and with her other hand she guided my fingers to her ass. She wet them with her own saliva and with her cunt juice and slid them in herself. I felt the tight ring give way around my middle finger, then my index finger, while she kept sucking me faster and faster, moaning with her mouth full. She jerked me with slow, even motions while I opened her from behind. The story and the touch blended together until I no longer knew what excited me more: what she was telling me or the way she was telling it.

—We kept seeing each other for a while —she continued, panting between sucks—. But when you and I started with this, free time got tighter for both of us. I guess the three of us were all looking for the same thing by different paths without realizing it.

Before I could answer, she dipped her head and started moving with more intensity. No words. Just movement and heat and the exact pressure of her hand and her throat tightening around the tip every time she swallowed me whole. She squeezed my balls with her free hand, tugging slightly downward, and with the other she started stroking my perineum. I felt the contraction that comes before orgasm, that instant when the body decides for you.

—I’m gonna come —I growled.

—Give me everything —she answered, her mouth still full.

I came. Sofía pulled back for a fraction of a second and the first ropes landed on my chest, thick and hot, long strings. The second hit her face, streaking across her cheek and lower lip. She stuck out her tongue to catch it. Then she took me back into her mouth all the way and sucked out what was left, hard until the last drop, milking the base with her hand. She swallowed slowly, opened her mouth to show me it was empty, and smiled at me. She lifted her gaze to mine with that calm that undid me.

She sat up, ran her tongue over my chest gathering what she could, passed her fingers over her face to collect the rest and sucked each one clean, then took my face in her hands.

—You’re everything I shouldn’t want —I murmured.

She kissed me. I tasted myself in her mouth, thick and salty, and I didn’t care at all. She pushed what was left of her semen on my tongue onto mine and made me swallow that too.

***

When we were able to talk normally again, Sofía got up to fetch water and I stayed staring at the ceiling, thinking about everything we had built without realizing it. The complicity, the desire, the very strange tenderness that always came afterward.

—What if this stopped being a secret? —I asked when she came back.

Sofía sat down beside me and drank before answering.

—What are you thinking?

—That the three of us could live together. That Laura could really be part of this, with no lies in between.

Sofía looked at me for a moment without saying anything.

—That’s not a crazy idea —she said at last—. But before we bring it up, why don’t we see how Laura’s doing now?

I’d had the home camera app installed since we’d had a problem with the lock a few months back. I opened it. The living room: empty. The kitchen: empty too. The bedroom.

We both stayed silent.

Laura was on the bed, legs open, and there was someone between them with her head bent toward Laura’s cunt, eating her out hungrily. You could see Laura gripping her hair and pressing her face against her slit. The image was clear. Unmistakable.

—Is that Camila? —I asked.

—Yes —said Sofía, very slowly—. The Pilates teacher from the club.

—You know her?

—We both know her. A few months ago she came up to us in the locker room, under some pretext, and asked if we were a couple. We told her no, that we’re friends and sisters-in-law. She told us she was curious about women but didn’t dare. We gave her some advice and then agreed not to do anything with her. We didn’t want to complicate things with the gym.

—Laura didn’t respect the agreement.

—Apparently not.

We watched Laura throw her head back while Camila sank two fingers into her cunt without stopping sucking her clit. Sofía kept looking at the screen with an expression that wasn’t anger but something closer to understanding.

—It makes sense —she said—. If you and I slowed down with her, and I slowed down too... someone had to fill that space. And we’re the last ones who can complain about it.

She was right. I had been the first to cheat on her, and with her own sister-in-law, no less.

We closed the laptop. We looked at each other.

—Tonight at dinner we tell her everything —Sofía said—. About us, what we want to propose, and also about Camila. If we’re going to sort this out, let it all be on the table at once.

***

Dinner started calmly. Laura arrived with a bottle of wine and a smile that carried no guilt or pretense. I liked that.

It was Sofía who opened the subject, as always.

—Laura, Andrés and I want to make you an offer.

—Well, that’s a way to scare me —she said, setting her glass on the table.

—I’m serious.

Laura looked back and forth between the two of us. Waited.

—We want to live together —I said—. The three of us. As what we already are, without labels, without having to hide any of what happens between us.

There was a silence. Laura didn’t fill it with words but with a smile that grew slowly, from one corner of her mouth to the other.

—How long have you been thinking about this?

—Long enough to know it’s not a whim —Sofía said.

—This house isn’t big enough for three people’s clothes —Laura said.

—We know. We’d have to move somewhere bigger.

—And a new bed, because the one we have is too small for three people who move that much. —She laughed. Sofía did too—. And what do we do about Camila?

The silence that followed was different from the previous one.

—How do you know we want to talk about Camila? —Sofía asked carefully.

—Because you know me. And because it’s obvious there’s something else.

—We saw the cameras this afternoon —I said—. The bedroom one.

Laura didn’t move. She processed that. Then she set the fork down on her plate very carefully.

—How much did you see?

—Enough —said Sofía—. Andrés and I didn’t come here to accuse you of anything. If we’re going to do this for real, we need to know who else you’re with. Not to control you. So we’re all on the same page.

—It’s Camila —Laura said at last—. It started a few weeks ago. I know we had agreed not to get involved with her. But it just happened, it wasn’t something I planned.

—It’s okay —I said.

Laura looked at me.

—Really?

—Really. But if this is going to work the way we want, the three of us, Camila needs to know where she stands. That conversation is on you.

Laura nodded slowly. Then she lifted her glass.

—I toast to the weirdest and most honest family I know.

Sofía lifted hers. I lifted mine.

The three glasses clinked over the table and the wine shifted inside the crystal. Nobody said anything else for a moment. No need. The three of us knew what we had decided that night was irreversible, and none of us wanted it to be otherwise.