What the Cameras Showed at My Sister-in-Law’s House

Those who have followed my story will remember how my father-in-law, a man in his sixties but still strong and formidable, father of eleven and owner of a handful of mid-sized companies, crushed the rebellion of his sons when he left my mother-in-law to go live with another woman. The retaliation he chose was silent: corrupting all his daughters-in-law, one by one, and leaving his cuckolded sons none the wiser. I was the first, and since then he has had me help him do the same with each new woman who joins the family. The third sister-in-law on the list is named Carla.

That afternoon I got the order to connect to the system my father-in-law had installed in each house with the complicity of the already tamed daughters-in-law. Cameras, microphones, no corner escapes. When I turned on the screen, Carla’s living room appeared, empty, the afternoon light giving the curtains a nearly orange tint. I waited.

A few minutes later she came in, barefoot, wearing a thin strappy dress that fit tight over her hips. Behind her came two figures I recognized at once: my husband, Hugo, and Rodrigo, the cousin and at the same time Carla’s brother-in-law, husband of my other sister-in-law Lucía. Carla closed the door with her hip, looked at them with the same smile she uses when asking for wine at Sunday lunches, and said, in a voice I had never heard from her before:

—What brings you here, little brothers-in-law?

As she spoke, she let one hand fall on Rodrigo’s chest and the other on Hugo’s. It was not an innocent gesture. Rodrigo let her do it for a moment, then gave a low laugh and said:

—Our father sent us to bring your husband these papers.

And then, looking at Hugo:

—Brother, don’t you think our sister-in-law is way too hot and way too horny for just one man to enjoy her? Lucky for us, ours aren’t like that.

I almost laughed out loud. I had fucked Rodrigo two months earlier on my father-in-law’s orders; Lucía had fucked Hugo a few weeks after that. That line about “ours aren’t like that” had come out of both of their mouths without their knowing what we already knew.

Hypocrites. And total cuckolds.

Carla looked back and forth between them, amused.

—I’ve never had a threesome. If you’re up for it, you’ll be the first.

No further invitation was needed. They pulled down the straps of her dress at the same time, as if they had rehearsed it, and the fabric slid to the floor. Underneath she had absolutely nothing on. The skin of her belly barely marked, her nipples dark and hard before anyone had even touched them. Hugo let out a low whistle.

—Our sister-in-law’s smoking hot, brother.

Carla didn’t answer. She leaned toward Rodrigo, pulled down his pants and boxer briefs in one motion and, without looking at him, took his cock in her hand and put it in her mouth. She sucked him slowly, eyes closed, as if savoring something she had been promising herself for a long time. Rodrigo braced himself against the sofa back and let out a rough groan.

Hugo didn’t stay still. Carla’s bent-over posture had brought her ass to just the right height. He stripped from the waist down and was moving toward her when Carla, without letting go of Rodrigo, raised a hand and pointed at a piece of furniture.

—Little brother-in-law, put on a condom first. They’re in the first drawer.

I took a deep breath from the other side of the screen. Carla’s basic caution, right in the middle of all that chaos, made me smile. Hugo opened the drawer, took one out, fumbled putting it on, and, without any further preamble, thrust his entire cock into her in one push. Carla took the blow with a muffled moan that did not quite interrupt what she had in her mouth.

—Sister-in-law, you suck dick divinely —Rodrigo said, panting—. Way better than your cousin.

—And your cunt is hotter than my wife’s —Hugo added from behind.

I lowered my hand without thinking and slid two fingers inside myself. I wasn’t jealous. I was horny. I knew perfectly well my cunt burned just as much as Carla’s, if not more, and the proof was my father-in-law every time he called me to his office. That my husband thought he owned something my father-in-law had signed off on months earlier was almost an inside joke.

***

Carla changed pace. She pulled Rodrigo’s cock out of her mouth for a moment and looked at Hugo.

—I’m getting tired like this. Lie down on the sofa.

My husband obeyed, sprawled on his back over the beige cushions I knew from family dinners. Carla climbed on top of him at the perfect angle, one leg on each side, and started riding him slowly while she grabbed Rodrigo’s cock with her free hand and brought it back to her mouth. The three of them seemed fitted together like an old machine someone had just oiled.

—I figured she was a total slut, but not this much —Hugo murmured, eyes half closed.

They stayed like that until Hugo stopped talking and started clenching his jaw. When he came, Carla let go of Rodrigo and wiped Hugo’s cock clean with the dress that had been left on the floor.

—That way, when I wash it, I’ll remember you, little brother-in-law.

She sat on the sofa, legs spread, and stroked between her thighs with two fingers. Rodrigo watched her for a long time and confessed:

—Did you know that ever since your husband started dating you, you’d flash me your panties on purpose? And ever since I got together with your cousin, even more.

—And you were dying to fuck me, little cousin.

She said it with the same tone someone would use to ask somebody to close the window. Then she asked him to lie down and put on a condom himself. She guided his cock to her entrance, sat on top of him, and at the same time ordered Hugo to climb onto the sofa back. Carla turned her head toward my husband, grabbed his cock, and put it in her mouth while she rode Rodrigo. Rodrigo’s hands went up to her chest, pinched her nipples, kneaded them as if he had been looking at them for years.

—Good thing ours aren’t like that —Hugo said again, with that drowsy voice of someone enjoying himself without thinking.

I wanted to laugh. I, in my armchair, with my fingers buried inside myself, was thinking the same thing. Good thing, yes. The men in that family were being cheated on in rotation by their own parents, their brothers, and their cousins, and they still didn’t realize it. My father-in-law had planned it all that way. It was almost elegant.

***

Rodrigo held out for a few more minutes before pushing Carla’s head against his body with a long groan. He came inside the condom without pulling out completely. Carla stayed still for a second, ran her tongue over the tip when she took it out, and smiled at the camera right in front of her. At the camera. She knows she’s being recorded. And she loves it.

But Hugo still wasn’t finished and Rodrigo, still on his knees, was catching his breath. Carla stood up, looked at them, and touched herself gently.

—One of my fantasies is having one cock in my pussy and another in my ass at the same time.

—As far as we’re concerned, no problem —Rodrigo answered.

—Let’s stand up —Hugo suggested—. I’ll line up my cock with her pussy and you put it in from behind.

They tried it that way, all three pressed against the back of the sofa, Carla in the middle, suspended almost in midair. Hugo held her by the ass, Rodrigo pressed against her back. The three of them didn’t seem to have enough hands. When Hugo managed to get inside and Rodrigo found the angle, Carla let out a long cry and covered her mouth with the back of her hand.

—I didn’t think it would be this… —she didn’t finish the sentence.

They kept it up a while like that, swaying, and soon Carla asked for a switch.

—This position is fucking uncomfortable. To the sofa.

Hugo lay back down, Carla sat on top of him with Hugo’s cock inside her pussy, and Rodrigo settled in behind her and fucked her in the ass. The two brothers were almost face to face, separated only by Carla’s body. From the camera it was perfectly clear how the two cocks drew near, how they almost brushed against each other through her.

—This is marvelous —Carla murmured through clenched teeth—. You’re killing me, little brothers-in-law.

After a few minutes, Hugo told Rodrigo:

—Switch holes.

Carla turned over on herself without separating from Hugo and guided his cock toward the other opening. Rodrigo sat back up, moved in front of her, and went in again through the place he had just come out of. When the two of them felt they were about to come, Carla, her eyes glassy and sweat shining on her throat, asked them to cum on her.

And they did. They stood up at the same time, almost clumsy, and unloaded their semen over her belly and breasts. Carla ended up lying there, legs open, one hand still between her thighs, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

—I owe you both a good dinner, little brothers-in-law —she said, laughing softly.

***

I turned off the screen. My fingers were sticky, my legs trembling, and I had a strange sense of professional pride. My father-in-law had tasked me with preparing Carla, and Carla was ready now. Tomorrow I would call her myself, tell her I know what she did, put in front of her eyes the words she would have to repeat to my father-in-law the first time he summoned her. There would be no need to threaten her. She was going to like it.

Meanwhile, in an hour my husband would pull the car into the garage, come in looking tired, and give me a distracted kiss before dinner. I would serve him his plate without saying a word and, watching him chew, imagine myself sucking his father’s cock next week, in the upstairs office, with the door closed and the phone recorder on in case I ever need it.

Being a cuckold in this family is more pleasurable than anyone would ever dare to admit.