THE GRANDPARENTS' HOUSE WAS IN COMPLETE SILENCE

The grandparents’ house was completely silent. More than two hours had passed since the last of the adults had gone up the stairs, shuffling, half drunk on orujo and with a belly full of nougat.

The heating was still on, but the large living room had grown cold, lit only by the blue, flickering glow of the television. Outside, the snow fell silently over the village.

You were 27 and had already been there for three days, sleeping in the same old room. Álex, your cousin on your mother’s side, had just turned 19 in November.

Tall, thin, with messy brown hair and that boyish face that hadn’t quite finished hardening yet. He studied in Salamanca and only came back during holidays.

That night the two of you had stayed downstairs “watching a movie,” as you always said so no one would suspect anything.

The straight porn you had chosen was brutal: a blonde with fake tits kneeling between two guys with huge cocks, taking cockslaps to the face, mouth, and pussy without mercy.

You had turned the volume down to almost zero. Only the muffled moans and the wet sound of flesh against flesh could be heard.

You were both sitting on the big three-seat sofa, each at one end. Your trousers and underwear were down around your ankles.

Your cock was completely hard, thick, veiny, with a large, dark head that shone every time you moved your hand up and down. Álex’s was thinner, straighter, but also hard as a rock.

You jerked off in silence, watching the screen, without touching each other. It was what you had always done since you were 15 or 16: jerking off side by side, sharing the vice, cumming almost at the same time without saying anything. Something normal between cousins, you said.

Just mates.

But that night everything was different.

Álex was no longer looking at the TV. His eyes kept drifting toward your cock. He watched you from the corner of his eye while you stroked it with slow, firm movements. You saw how he swallowed, how he bit his lower lip, how his hand on his own dick began to lose its rhythm.

The atmosphere had become thick, heavy, charged with something neither of you had ever named.

You kept pretending you didn’t notice, but you felt his gaze as if he were touching you. Your cock responded by swelling even more, throbbing in your fist. The foreskin moved up and down, revealing the shiny precum-covered glans.

The smell of cock slowly began to fill the living room, mixing with the scent of the extinguished fireplace.

After several minutes in which only the increasingly heavy breathing of you both could be heard, you muted the television. The living room was left almost dark, with only the screen light reflected on your faces and your cocks.

Then you said it, in a low, deep voice, without looking at him:

“Come here.”

Álex stayed still for three or four seconds. Hi...