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DevotedSub's Taboo Collection
Forbidden Family
Vol. 1
Nine forbidden stories
Blood of My Blood
Content note: adult incest erotica. All characters are adults.
The rain had not stopped for three days.
Mamacita stood on the porch of the old house on Calle Rosada and watched the water sheet off the rusted gutters, her suitcase pressed to her calf, her hair plastered to her neck. Twenty-six years old, and she felt sixteen again — not in any way that mattered, but in the way of coming back to a place that remembered you smaller than you were. The house had been empty for two years, ever since their mother passed. The lawyers had finally stopped fighting over it. And now here she was, home to a city she had sworn she would never live in again, to a house she had never quite stopped dreaming about.
The car came up the flooded street at half past six, headlights smearing yellow across the water. A black truck, mud on the tires, the kind of vehicle that looked like it belonged to a man who fixed his own problems.
Papicito got out.
She knew him at once. Twenty-nine years old, and he carried it in his shoulders — the same broad shoulders their father had, the same way of standing like the ground had agreed to hold him. He had been seventeen when she left for college at eighteen, a boy with skinned knuckles and a crooked grin. Now there was a scar through his left eyebrow and a tattoo curling up the side of his neck, black ink disappearing under his collar. He moved like a man who never hurried because nothing had ever made him.
"Mamacita," he said.
The word landed in her chest like a struck bell.
"Papi," she breathed, and then — because it slipped out before she could stop it, because it was what she had called him when they were kids and he bandaged her scraped knees — "I missed you."
He climbed the porch steps slowly, rain running off his jacket, and stood close enough that she could smell him: rain, diesel, something dark and warm underneath, like candle smoke and cedar. He looked at her for a long moment, his dark eyes moving over her face without apology, the way a man looks at something he intends to keep.
"You got taller," he said.
"I got older."