The Open Door
I had known Elena since I was a child, though for years she was more of a distant memory than a presence in my life. My uncle’s job had kept her family far away, and we only saw each other during fleeting holiday visits. Back then, she was the golden girl—poised, beautiful, and always just out of reach. I remember the first time I felt that strange, electric pull in my stomach just by looking at her; it was the awakening of a desire I didn’t yet have the words to describe.
Years passed, and the distance grew as we entered our teenage years. However, when I turned sixteen, fate brought them back to my city. When I first saw her again, she was nineteen, radiating a confidence that left me breathless. She wasn’t the shy girl from my childhood anymore. She wore a fitted blouse and jeans that hugged every curve, and when her eyes met mine, there was a knowing, mischievous glint in them. She looked me up and down, her gaze lingering in a way that made my blood race.
The tension peaked during a weekend visit to their new home. My cousin Jorge had invited me over while their parents were away. For the first two days, Elena was out with friends, leaving me to my own thoughts and a growing obsession. On Saturday night, she finally returned, slipping into the house like a secret. Later, while Jorge and I were in the master bedroom attempting to find an adult channel on the cable TV, Elena walked in. She was wearing tiny pajama shorts and a matching camisole that left very little to the imagination.
She sat beside me, her shoulder brushing mine. I could feel the heat radiating from her body. In a low, sultry whisper that sent shivers down my spine, she murmured, “Did you two want to watch porn, you little heathens?” She leaned forward deliberately, giving me a clear view of her breasts and those perfect, rosy nipples. With a wink, she left the room, leaving me in a state of absolute arousal.
After Jorge went to bed, I stayed behind, the screen still flickering with explicit images. I couldn’t help myself; I freed my length from my pajamas and began to stroke myself, imagining Elena in every scene. Suddenly, a voice broke the silence. “So, did you enjoy it?” I jumped, turning to find Elena standing in the doorway, a predatory smile on her lips.
She didn’t judge me. Instead, she climbed onto the bed and lay beside me. “Don’t stop,” she commanded, her voice thick with desire. “You seemed to be enjoying yourself.” I obeyed, my breath hitching as she watched my hand move up and down. Her eyes were locked on me, fascinated by the girth and length of my erection. Slowly, she slid her own hand beneath her pajama shorts, her breathing becoming heavy and synchronized with mine.
The air in the room grew thick with musk and anticipation. I moved to my knees in front of her, continuing to stroke myself just inches from her face. I reached out, my hand finding the soft curve of her breast, my thumb grazing her erect nipple. I watched, mesmerized, as her fingers disappeared into her own heat, moving with a frantic rhythm.
The climax hit me like a tidal wave. I groaned, my body arching as I released myself, the warmth of my seed splashing across her chest and stomach. Elena gasped, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she reached her own peak, her body shuddering beneath me. For a few moments, we simply breathed in the silence of the room.
As she stood up, she didn’t bother to wipe away the evidence of my pleasure. She looked at me with a hunger that promised this was only the beginning. “Cousin,” she whispered, glancing toward the door, “you have no idea how much I love it when you come over.”