My Uncle’s Sister Found Out About Us

Ours had barely lasted two months, but we were already living it with the intensity of people who had been waiting years for something like this. Hugo was my aunt’s husband, and that made everything more dangerous and, why deny it, more addictive. Every encounter was a secret we guarded as if our lives depended on it.

That afternoon we had agreed to meet in the downtown square. I decided to dress up like I rarely did: a metallic pink miniskirt, a fitted white blouse, flesh-colored lace stockings to mid-calf, high heels, and a thong I knew he liked. I put on the wig, took my time with my makeup in front of the mirror, and studied myself for a good while before leaving. I wanted to leave him speechless when he saw me.

I arrived twenty minutes early. I sat on a bench, crossed my legs, and waited. Twenty minutes passed, then thirty, and there was no sign of Hugo. When almost an hour had gone by, I started to get worried and called him.

—Hi, baby, forgive me for not letting you know —he answered—. My car broke down five blocks from the square.

—Oh, my love, you should’ve called me right then —I scolded him, more relieved than angry.

—Sorry. Come, I’m here waiting for you.

—All right, I’m coming.

Truth was, it was still a bit far, but I had no choice. The sun was beginning to hide and night was closing in, so I quickened my pace as much as the heels allowed. Walking like that, fast, on cobblestones, is no easy task, but I kept going. When I finally got there, Hugo was bent over the engine, a wrench in his hand. He looked so manly, focused on that, that I got wet just looking at him: I felt my cunt moisten under the thong and had to clamp my thighs together to hide how turned on I was.

—Hi, baby, everything okay? —I asked.

—No, babe, it won’t start —he huffed—. I think it’s the battery. A friend’s coming to help me.

He took my hand and we sat on the curb to wait. We were talking, pressed close together, when a woman’s voice called him by name. Hugo tensed instantly. I looked up and saw a woman getting out of a car: it was Pilar, his sister.

—Hi, what happened? —she asked, coming closer.

—The battery died —he answered, a little frightened—. I’ve tried everything. They’re bringing me another one.

—I’ve got jumper cables, if you want I can give you a boost.

—No point, it’s completely dead.

Pilar then fixed her eyes on me, up and down, without hiding it. I shifted on the curb, nervous.

—Hello, nice to meet you —she said, extending her hand with a mischievous smile—. Pilar, sister of whatever the hell you two are.

—Nice to meet you. Selene —I replied, trying to sound calm.

—We’re friends —Hugo rushed to clarify—. She found me here and stayed to keep me company.

—And I was born yesterday —Pilar shot back, laughing—. Come on, Hugo, say it plain and simple: “she’s my lover.”

—Pilar, please —he muttered.

—Oh, brother, you can tell from a mile away that you’ve got something going on. I wasn’t born yesterday.

—Enough, seriously, go home.

—Relax, I’m not going to say anything —she said, and by her tone I knew she meant it—. At least this one looks better than your wife.

I couldn’t help laughing. Pilar winked at me.

—I’m glad to see you happy, little brother —she went on—. Just next time find someone a little older, okay?

—I’m the one who went after him —I stepped in—. I liked him from the very first moment I saw him.

—That’s great, I’m happy for you. But, girl, don’t dress like that out on the street —she said, pointing at my outfit—. Anyone would think you charge.

—It’s just that I love getting dressed up like this —I laughed.

—Well, if you do charge, charge plenty —she joked—. All right, little brother, I’m off. Take care, and take good care of her.

She got into the car and, before pulling away, rolled down the window for one last jab.

—You two look good together. You almost look like father and daughter.

And off she went, leaving the two of us laughing out of pure nerves. I hugged him tight. A few minutes later Hugo’s friend arrived, changed the battery, and we left.

***

When we got into the hotel room, Hugo locked the door and looked at me with that intensity that made me tremble. His sister’s joke was still hanging in the air and shining in his eyes in a new way, darker, dirtier.

—Today I’ll be your daddy and you my stepdaughter, how about that? —he said, circling my waist with his arms.

—Yes, daddy —I whispered.

—Come here, baby, let daddy get a good look at you.

He turned me slowly in front of him, gripping my wrist, making me show off the miniskirt, the stockings, the heels. With his other hand he lifted the hem of my skirt until he could see the thong and let out a rough growl.

—Look at what my princess is wearing. All that whore look just for daddy, right?

—All for you, daddy —I murmured, feeling my cunt soak with just hearing him talk like that.

We kissed slowly at first, biting each other’s lips, and then with a urgency that allowed no pause. He shoved his whole tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it as if it were his cock, moaning against him. His hands groped my ass over the skirt, squeezed it, spread it, dug his fingers in hard. I climbed on top of him and started unbuttoning his shirt, but he stopped my hands.

—No, not today. Today daddy doesn’t take his clothes off. Today I use you dressed, like the little slut you are.

He pushed my shoulders until I was on my knees in front of him on the rug. He unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper, and took out his cock, hard, thick, the vein running clearly from top to bottom and the head already shining with precum. He gripped the back of my neck and brought it to my lips.

—Open daddy’s mouth. Show me how his stepdaughter sucks him.

I stuck out my tongue and licked the tip slowly, tasting that first salty bead. Then I took him in all at once, all the way to the back of my throat, and he let out a deep groan that echoed around the room. I sucked him slowly, coating him with saliva, letting the string of spit fall over his balls. I pulled back, ran my tongue underneath him from top to bottom, and sucked his balls one by one while he stroked himself with a closed fist.

—That’s it, that’s it, my love, don’t stop, suck that cock, it’s yours —he panted, his hand tangled in the wig.

He shoved it back into my mouth and drove my head down until I gagged. I swallowed him whole, tears in my eyes, and he kept me there for a few seconds until he took pity on me and eased up. When I pulled his cock out of my mouth, a strand of saliva connected it to my lips. I smiled with my mouth open, showing him my wet tongue.

—Daddy, I want you to put it in me now. Fuck me.

—On all fours, on the bed. Fast.

He yanked me up by the hair and threw me onto the mattress. I got into position on my knees, ass up, head against the sheets, heels still on. He hiked my miniskirt up to my waist and moved my thong aside with two fingers. He ran his whole tongue from my clit to my hole and I screamed into the pillow.

—Look at this little cunt, all wet for daddy. You’re dripping, baby.

He buried his tongue in my cunt, ate it hungrily, took it into his mouth as if he wanted to rip it out of me. He licked, sucked, shoved two fingers in up to the knuckle while still licking me, and I pressed myself against his face, moving my hips. When he felt I was about to come, he smacked my ass and the slap echoed through the whole room.

—Not yet, little slut. Daddy tells you when.

He got behind me, grabbed his cock, and rubbed it along the lips of my cunt, up and down, wetting the tip with my juices. He pressed it to my entrance and pushed it in slowly, a centimeter at a time, until he buried it all the way. He split me open from within. He stayed there for a second, breathing in my ear.

—My whole stepdaughter is clinging to daddy’s cock. How tight you are, baby, you fucking cunt.

And then he started fucking me. Really fucking me. He grabbed my hips and rammed into me as if he wanted to break me, going in and out with long, muffled strokes, slamming his belly against my ass with a wet sound that drove me wild. The bed creaked. I moaned into the sheets, mouth open, drool slipping out of me.

—Yes, daddy, yes, like that, harder, break me —I begged him.

—Tell me what you are.

—Your little slut, daddy, your little slut.

—Whose little slut.

—Daddy’s, only daddy’s.

He took me by the hair, yanked the wig back and forced me to arch while he kept driving into me. He hit my deepest spot, dug his fingers into my ass cheeks, spanked me every few thrusts. He left my ass red, burning. Then he turned me completely face-down, spread my legs with his knees and dropped all his weight onto me, crushing me against the mattress. From there he pounded me with short, fast hip thrusts, biting my neck.

—I’m going to come, daddy, I’m going to come —I panted.

—Come on daddy’s cock. Now.

And I came. I came shaking all over, my cunt clenching around his cock in waves, screaming into the pillow so I wouldn’t wake the hotel. He didn’t stop. He kept driving into me while I fell apart beneath him, stretching out the orgasm until it made me cry with pleasure.

Then he yanked me around, face-up, folded my legs against my chest with the stockings still on, and shoved back into me in that position. He looked me in the eyes while he fucked me, sweat on his forehead, mouth half-open. I fondled my breasts over the blouse, pinched my nipples through the fabric.

—Show daddy your tits.

I ripped open the blouse, shoved my bra down, and offered him my breasts. He bent down and took them into his mouth, sucking each nipple one by one, biting them slowly. We changed positions again: he put me on top of him, sitting on the edge of the bed, and made me ride him while he held me by the waist. I went up and down, bouncing hard, dropping onto his cock with all my weight. He looked up at me from below, between my tits, with a shameless face.

—Ride me, stepdaughter, milk daddy’s cock dry.

—Give it to me, daddy, give me all your cum.

I felt him get harder inside me, his breathing growing ragged. He pulled me off his lap almost violently, threw me down on my knees in front of him again, and stroked himself with both hands in front of my mouth.

—Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.

I obeyed. And he came. A thick, hot stream landed on my tongue, then another on my lips, and another on my chin that slid down into my cleavage. I kept stroking him until the very last drop, milking him, and swallowed everything that had spilled into my mouth without closing it, showing it to him first.

We took a good while, much longer than usual, and I ended up lying on his chest, breathless, with smudged makeup and a crooked wig.

—Hey, love —he said, stroking the wig hair—how much would you charge?

—I don’t know, I’ve never thought about it —I laughed.

—Well, probably extremely expensive.

—Most likely —I played along.

—Come on, get dressed, I’ll take you home.

We left the hotel and he dropped me off a block from my house, as always. The days passed without any more surprises.

***

One afternoon I went to Hugo’s house to drop off some things my aunt had asked me to bring. When I walked in, I froze: Pilar was sitting on the sofa, having a drink. She recognized me instantly and ran her eyes over me, up and down, with that look of hers that knew everything. I was bare-faced, in normal clothes, but nothing escaped her.

—Look, sister-in-law —my aunt Beatriz said, oblivious to everything—, he’s my nephew.

—I already knew him —Pilar answered calmly.

Hugo and I looked at each other on the verge of a heart attack.

—From where? —my aunt asked, confused.

—The day my brother’s car broke down. When I got there, they were sitting there and I offered to help, but someone was already on the way.

—I didn’t know you had been with him —Beatriz commented, looking at Hugo.

—I ran into him with some friends and he stayed with me for a while —he improvised.

—Oh, all right. Do you want coffee? —my aunt asked.

—I do —said Pilar.

—I was just leaving, I only stopped by to drop this off —I tried to slip away.

—Come on, stay a little while and then you can go —she insisted.

My aunt went into the kitchen to heat up the coffee and asked for a moment. As soon as she disappeared, Pilar patted the cushion beside her.

—Come, sit here.

—All right —I said, trembling inside.

—Don’t do anything crazy, please —Hugo begged her in a low voice.

—Relax, both of you —she said, amused—. So, how did it go with my brother?

—Good, very good —I replied, blushing, with the memory of Hugo’s cock still fresh between my legs.

—Good. What I don’t get is where you hide all that feminine beauty you had the other day.

—I just take off my makeup and my clothes, that’s all —I laughed.

—Very good. Look, I need you to help me with something.

—With what?

Pilar lowered her voice and looked toward the kitchen before speaking.

—I’m getting married soon, but I don’t love my fiancé. I love another man. I need a good reason to break off the engagement without looking like the bad guy.

—And what do I have to do with that?

—I need you to seduce him. That I catch you with him and everything falls apart on its own. Please.

—I can’t do that —I protested—. Hugo would be furious.

—I’ll talk to him, leave it to me.

—Hmm… well, if he gives the okay, there’s no problem —I gave in, because deep down, the idea had already piqued my curiosity.

***

Pilar spoke to her brother, as she had promised. Hugo refused at first, of course, but she knows how to persuade him and in the end he agreed on the condition that no one got hurt. We arranged to meet the next day, just so I could see the man in question from a distance.

When I saw him, I was shocked. His name was Genaro and he was exactly the kind of man that melts me: mature, well built, with a beard sprinkled with gray and a slightly full body that made you want to cling to him. And from a distance, there was already a generous bulge between his legs that lodged itself in my mind like a promise.

—Look, that’s him —Pilar pointed out.

—Are you sure you don’t want him? —I asked, unable to take my eyes off him.

—Absolutely sure. Why? Do you like him? —she smiled wickedly.

—Truth is, he looks delicious —I admitted shamelessly—. I feel like sucking him all the way down.

—Then treat yourself. I won’t tell my brother anything if you take him to bed.

—Really?

—Really.

—All right —I said, biting my lip—, because one way or another I’m going to enjoy him until I’m out of strength, with that cunt dripping and that ass burning.

***

I went back two days later, dressed exactly the same as the afternoon Pilar met me. I knew that outfit would make me drop hard. I saw him sitting on a café terrace and went straight over to him. Genaro spotted me right away and gave me a grin from ear to ear. I didn’t miss the chance: I sat across from him, looked him in the eyes, and let silence do half the work.

—Hello, beautiful —he said, openly checking me out.

—Hello, hello —I replied, playing with a strand of the wig.

—How are you?

—Very well, and you?

—I can see you’re doing very well —he laughed—. Me, right now, even better.

We talked for a good while, laughing at any old nonsense, until he worked up the nerve to ask me out. I accepted, of course. But what happened that night with Genaro… I’ll tell you that later.