15. Antonio
Antonio
A week later…
Flashbacks from that night play on repeat as we eat breakfast downstairs with our parents.
“Relax, Mariposa. Breathe. Let me inside your pretty little hole.”
“I’m trying, Daddy. You’re both too big.”
Joaquin slapped her pussy two times, getting her attention, and we used that as the distraction needed to enter another inch inside her warm, snug pussy.
“Ohhhh, fuck. Yes, please. Give me more.” Her words contradicted her whimpers of pain, but we eased our way in slowly.
I had never been inside anything tighter than her delicious pussy alongside my twin.
The way it clamped around my cock like a vice, ready to blow my dick off.
Joaquin and I made it bearable for her, and then, like a switch had flipped, we were primal, fucking her without a care in the world with a need to fill her with our cum.
“Daddies! You fuck me so good. I love it, I love it, I love it! I love you!” She screamed so loud. I was afraid our family outside heard us. Thank God they had taken off to walk on the beach a couple of minutes before we dropped our load in our little cum dump.
“Antonio! Mama’s talking to you,” Brissa calls. I break out of my daze and look at my mama.
“ Perdoname, que paso, Mami? ” I ask. (I’m sorry. What happened, Mom?)
“ ?Qué estabas sonando? ” she replies curiously. (What were you thinking about?)
“I was just thinking about the upcoming basketball season, Mami ,” I declare. She nods, and everyone goes back to their prior conversations.
I don’t think I’ll be able to get that night out of my head.
A week has passed, and I already feel like I need to fuck her like that again.
None of us have fucked in a while, only opting for quickies.
Our parents have been a little demanding as of late, and so as not to cause any further suspicion, we spend every waking minute with them.
It’s been torture not being able to go up to one of my loves and kiss them or simply smack their ass without it being viewed as inappropriate.
“Well, kids, we have something to say to y’all,” Tio Matías announces. We all look at each other and back at our parents.
“What’s going on?” Lena commands.
“ Esperate, mi amor. Te lo explicaremos todo en un momento,” Tia Isla affirms. (Wait, my love. We will explain everything to you in a moment) We wait at the edge of our seats, ready for them to tell us that they know what we’ve been doing. Jesus fuck, we’re in so much fucking trouble.
“Your mom, tio, tia , and I have been talking, and we decided we need to go back home,” my papa starts.
“What? Why? What’s wrong?” Brissa asks.
“Your Abuelito is getting sick, and your mom and Tia are ready to put him in a nursing home with round-the-clock care. Your mom and Tia want to be here for the transition, so we are going back home,” Tio Matías states. We all gasp and look towards our moms with sadness in our eyes.
“So, when are we leaving?” I question.
“Well, that’s what we wanted to tell you. We want you kids to stay and enjoy the rest of the summer before y’all go back to school. We are going to be so busy getting your Abuelito in the home, and we need to focus on that,” my mama says.
“Are you sure? I mean, not that we don’t want to be in a beach house all by ourselves, but are you sure we shouldn’t be there for you both?” Joaquin voices.
“No, it’s okay, mi amor . We trust that you will leave the beach house clean, and you won’t get into any trouble. Always be careful and don’t open the doors for anybody,” my mom states.
“When are you leaving?” Clara speaks up. Our parents look at each other and nod.
“We’re leaving tonight. That’s why we’ve been spending a lot of time with you this past week,” my papa says.
We sit there in silence, looking around the room in shock. We should be smiling and throwing a party, but instead, I feel a little saddened that our jackpot scenario has come at the cost of our Abuelito being too sick to take care of himself.
I think this might have put a somber cloud on the rest of our summer, and there’s no coming back.