Maria took a shower and put on a clean T-shirt. She sat down in the garden with a book and a glass of pomegranate milk, and moved the deckchair under the shade of the cherry tree – it was a warm day. The neighbour's ginger cat lay down under the deckchair, purring idiotically. She tried to stroke it, but it bit her.
— You stupid cat!
She lost interest and plunged into her book, “Choses vues” by Victor Hugo. She was lazing around in the garden, her fingers found her clitoris, she liked to caress herself while she read.
At six o'clock, Séraphin crossed the garden, a clean Hawaiian shirt on his back. Maria, engrossed in her book, saw him only at the last moment:
— Nice shirt, Séraphin. You look very smart like that. And your move…
— My cousin pisses me off. He's a prick…
— Would you like something to drink? There's some cold beer in the kitchen.
Séraphin looked gloomy and sad. He came back from the kitchen with a beer, his head down.
— I need to talk to you.
— What's going on, Séraphin?
— It's my cousin…
He sat down across a deckchair and took a long swig of beer from the bottle.
— A cousin who got out of prison yesterday, on two days' leave. He has to go back tomorrow night.
— Another cousin?
— Yes. He's over forty. I hardly know him. I've seen him at weddings…
Séraphin continued:
— So, the cousin, the one you know, would like you to come to a lunch organised for him by his old boss…
— And why is that?
— The cousin insisted, the convict cousin hasn't had a woman in three years. You'd think…
— Ah!
— He wants to know if you're coming, otherwise he'll be looking for a whore. But he's only found old whores. He'd rather it was you, because he had such a good time with you. And what's more, he holds me responsible if you don't come. He's an idiot…
— I see.
— I didn't want that. I've got to phone him. I don't know what to do.
Maria saw his distress, there was no malice in it.
— It's not your fault, Séraphin. Who will it be?
— The cousin and the convict cousin. The guy who organises the lunch, the convict cousin worked for him. Maybe Diego, he's a cousin who plays guitar, with a guy from his band. I think that's it.
— And then you, if I come.
— Yes, and then me… I'm invited… If you come… obviously…
— Go and phone him, Séraphin.
— What do I say? Tell your cousin…
— We're coming, Séraphin, I'm not going to let you down.
— So, are you coming? Will I? You're coming…
— Yes, Séraphin, tell him I'm coming. There's a phone in the kitchen. Go on then! Phone…
— Are you sure? Will you come?
— Go and phone, I'm telling you yes…
Séraphin went to phone his cousin. It was the number of a bar. He heard the owner calling his cousin and despite the deafening music, he managed to make himself understood.
— Cousin? Maria's coming. She told me… she's coming.
— Fine. What did I tell you she'd come, you wet blanket? She'll be compensated, don't worry, royally compensated, substantial compensation. You tell her. And there's no need for her to wear panties. At noon, eh! Séraphin. Lunchtime. For the aperitif. Do you know where it is?
— Yes, cousin, got it. We'll be there.
— She'll have to put her back into it, won't she! She's got to get off her arse. We mustn't disappoint our cousin. You tell him. He's tired of boys' asses in jail.
— Yes, cousin.
— Without fail, eh! Otherwise… don't disappoint me, Séraphin. Teach him a lesson. Don't be stupid.
— And the others, you, are they going to do her too? Maria isn't a whore…
— She won't come for nothing, the little girl, you can have her too, don't worry, she likes it too much to be a whore… whores don't like that, they fake it when they come, not her.
— See you tomorrow, cousin.
— See you tomorrow, noon, without fail, don't keep us waiting. You'll see, your girlfriend and I are going to have lots of fun. She won't be disappointed, tell her…
Séraphin hung up, demoralised, and went out into the garden, dazzled by the light. Maria was reading, her T-shirt pulled up over her thighs, her hand between her legs:
— The cousin is relieved, I could tell from his voice, he'd come forward without knowing. He said he'd never doubted your answer, but in fact he didn't know. His convict cousin scares him… he's no laughing matter.
— Ah!
— I told him you weren't a whore.
— Agh!
— He also said you'd get compensation. Substantial… That's what he said… It doesn't mean you're a whore, compensation… But it won't just be the cousin.
— I know, you told me.
— I'm just saying…
— It won't just be my cousin who fucks me. Is that what you're saying?
— Yeah, that's what I mean.
— That's what I thought it meant. I wouldn't have come for nothing.
Séraphin replied, surprised:
— That's what the cousin said.
Séraphin was relieved, he had managed to tell her everything. He took a second beer from the fridge and drank it in one gulp. He had been tense all day. He was in love and ready to defend Maria, but against his cousin… Maria had sacrificed herself for him.
— Thank you, Maria.
— I'm going to prepare the cod.
— What, Maria?
— That's all my dad eats.
Séraphin was now noticing the indecency of Maria's outfit, her T-shirt pulled up over her stomach to her navel, revealing her pubic area. When she lifted her leg to get out of the deckchair, he saw a brief flash of light between her legs, a pearl of light.
Maria was preparing the cod, Séraphin was peeling and cutting the vegetables.
— You're not angry with me about tomorrow. I didn't want to be, but cousins can be very stupid.
— No, don't worry. Pour us a glass of wine.
— You know, the cousin in jail is no laughing matter. Besides, he hasn't had a woman in three years. He wants to fuck a woman, he only fucks guys in jail.
— His balls must be swollen, the convict cousin. But you know, in prison, he works things out between them. I'm sure he's developed a taste for boys.
— I'm not joking, Maria, he's a dangerous man. He's in there for manslaughter.
— Is he going to fuck me like an animal? He's going to fuck my fanny and my asshole.
— What are you thinking?
— I figured it out. I'm going there to be fucked by real men who give me pleasure. Give me the tomatoes.
— And you don't mind? About doing this?
— I'm sure you'll fuck me too. So stop being a sissy. When it comes to fucking me, you're not the last.
Séraphin didn't know what to say, there was some truth in that, but unlike his cousin, he loved Maria. She seasoned the dish and put it on the gas to simmer over a low heat.
— Séraphin, go and set the table on the terrace.
As he set the table, Séraphin wondered what she had meant. She seemed to enjoy the cousin's brutality. He didn't understand. With girls, it was often like that, they always chose the worst fat assholes who fucked them brutally and had no respect for them. You'd think she liked that about fat assholes.
— Well, all we have to do is wait. Let's go into the garden. Take the bottle and the glasses.
Maria lay back in the deckchair. Séraphin put the bottle and glasses on the table on the terrace. As he descended the stairs, he ogled the girl's legs, the T-shirt pulled up high enough to reveal her pubis. He craned his neck to get a better look. Maria spread her legs a little:
— Can you see better, Séraphin? Do you like it?
Maria playfully pulled up her T-shirt. She asked:
— You like my tits, don't you? How do you like them?
— Maria…
— Do you like them? Do they turn you on?
— Yes, Maria. They're great.
— Are you hard? Show me!
Séraphin pulled down his trousers. His sex was pointing to the sky.
— Not bad, Séraphin. Get undressed, I want to see you naked.
— But Maria…
— Do you like to see me naked?
— Yes, I like to see you naked.
— Well, I like seeing you naked, you turn me on.
— I'll be seen.
— And I can be seen, do you mind? Go on, then!
— Right, then.
Séraphin undressed.
— Turn around, Séraphin. I like your bum. Don't do anything stupid, Séraphin, because if you go to prison, you'll quickly become the darling of these gentlemen.
Séraphin smiled sadly for a moment, tears welling up in his eyes, and Maria guessed that his cousin had been there.
— Excuse me, Séraphin.
— It's nothing, Maria.
— You're making me wet, you rascal. Come and have a look! Come over here.
Séraphin knelt down between Maria's legs, laid his head on her breasts, and Maria stroked his face, saying tender words to him:
— My little Séraphin…
He ran his hand down Maria's crotch, comforted:
— You're all wet.
Maria sighed:
— Well! Off you go! Put it into me!
He fucked her nonchalantly. She let him do it to her, her hands flat on his thighs. He paid no attention to the sound of Maria's father João's motorcycle entering the driveway alongside the house. He switched off the engine and climbed up onto the terrace through the kitchen.
He poured himself a glass of wine, from where he had a good view of the couple's lovemaking, just below him, on the body of his daughter and the back of her lover. Maria gave him a discreet wave, the situation exciting and troubling her. She encouraged Séraphin in a broken voice, taking her father to task:
— Come on! Make me come! Séraphin.
Séraphin felt that with girls he didn't have enough hands: two hands for their two breasts, two hands to hold their ankles and spread their legs, and at least one hand to take care of their clitoris, not to mention their anus. He chose the ankles, so he had an excellent view of the body of the girl, languid and at his mercy, and he pulled her T-shirt up to her shoulders. He made her breasts dance as he jostled her on the creaking chaise longue. Her head jerked from right to left in rhythm. She closed her eyes. Maria sighed:
— It's all right, Séraphin. Keep going, keep going! I'm enjoying it! Don't break the deckchair.
Encouraged, Séraphin redoubled his efforts. He spread the girl's legs, holding them firmly by the ankles, as high as possible, possessing her to the hilt, leaving her no room for initiative. And the girl wasn't trying to play him by contracting her vaginal muscles. He could fuck her in complete peace. Maria moaned for her father:
— Yes! Yes! You're gonna make me come! You're gonna make me come! Go on, go on, go on!
Séraphin fucked tirelessly. He wanted to come at the same time as the girl, he was trying to detect the warning signals to finish, but the girl remained passive. The only movements she made were caused by her energetic fucking. The breasts danced, the head tilted from right to left. So he fucked and fucked.
Maria's father watched his daughter being fucked. It was a pleasant and exciting sight. He pulled his sex out of his fly and masturbated. His daughter winked at him. Young Séraphin was putting his heart into it. Maria exclaimed:
— I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come! Keep coming! Keep coming! Yes! That's it!
And Séraphin fucked, watching for signals. But he was caught off guard. Maria shouted:
— I'm coming! I'm coming! Ah, my love! You're making me come!
The girl's vaginal muscles contracted sharply. Séraphin ejaculated with great loins thrusts, holding the girl's ankles firmly as she flailed her legs violently. João followed suit, ejaculated, his semen was lost in the garden, a few drops reaching the boy's back. Séraphin realised that Maria's father was behind his back, holding his sex in his hand. He exclaimed:
— Maria, your father's here! On the terrace.
— Yes, Séraphin. I know, Maria.
— You didn't tell me! For how long?
— Quite a while. He enjoyed looking at you.
Maria laughed. Séraphin, still inside the girl, ejaculating the last drops, withdrew.
João, from the terrace, called out to them:
— Get dressed, Séraphin. We're going to eat. You too, Maria.
Séraphin got dressed again, grumbling:
— You could have told me. You did it on purpose. What do I look like now?
— Like a guy who just fucked me. It's all right, Séraphin. Wasn't it good? Are you sorry?
— Did you know he was coming?
— I like doing it with an audience, it's more fun. It turns me on.
Maria provocatively pulled down her T-shirt and went into the kitchen. At the table, she sat down next to Séraphin. Her father asked:
— So! What's my daughter like? Séraphin. Is it a good one?
Maria, her hand on the boy's sex, replied:
— He's still hard, he won't stop. Don't you think his buttocks are cute?
— I would have felt it. I thought I wouldn't be the first. No, you wouldn't! Séraphin.
— Leave him alone, Dad, you're jealous.
— You know, Séraphin, my daughter is an exhibitionist. She walks around the house half-naked. She's got a good figure, hasn't she?
Maria took Séraphin's left hand and placed it between his legs while she massaged his sex.
— Would you like to go for a walk? There's an old park about to be demolished. I'd like to go and have a look before they cut down the trees.