In a small town on the Valencian coast, where the sea breeze caressed the whitewashed facades and the scent of orange blossom mingled with the saltpeter, Patricia and Antonio lived in a house near the beach. It was not a mansion, but a warm home, with a terrace adorned with bougainvillea and a porch where they enjoyed the starry nights with a glass of wine in hand. Patricia was 42 years old and a primary school teacher in the village school. Her passion was teaching, and the children adored her for her tenderness and patience.

A brown-eyed blonde with a slender figure, she had a vibrant energy and a natural charisma that lit up any room she entered. Antonio, a year her junior, telecommuted as a data analyst for a technology company, which allowed him to manage his time flexibly. Dark, with brown eyes and thick eyebrows, he had a somewhat stocky build and a hairy chest.

His laugh was deep, the kind that resonates and spreads joy. Her life was simple but happy. Patricia woke up early and made coffee while Antonio checked emails on his computer. After taking the children to class, she would spend the day among blackboards, books and small lessons, while he worked from home, with a view of the sea and the sound of the waves in the background.

In the evening, they would meet for a walk along the shore, letting the water wet their feet and talking about everything from their dreams to anecdotes of the day. One afternoon, Patricia's phone rang. Seeing her sister's name on the screen, she answered with a smile.

"Hello, Sonia! How are you?"

"Fine, fine, but I need to ask you a favor. It's about Alvaro."

"Álvaro? What's wrong with him?"

"Look, the boy is a bit down, he doesn't have many friends and we can't afford a vacation this year. I thought that, since your house is near the beach, maybe he could spend the summer with you."

Patricia thought for a moment.

"Let me talk it over with Antonio and I'll call you back in a little while, okay?"

"Sure, thanks, Patri. That night, while they were having dinner, Patricia mentioned the conversation with her sister."

"Love, Sonia called me today. She wants Álvaro to spend the summer with us. Antonio looked up from his plate and arched an eyebrow."

"Alvaro? The shy nephew?"

"Yes. He doesn't have many friends, and besides, they don't have money to go on vacation. Is it all right if we take him in? Antonio smiled and shrugged."

"Of course. It will be good for him. Patricia smiled back and picked up her cell phone to call her sister."

"Sonia, I just talked to Antonio. He says yes, Alvaro can come."

"Oh, Patri, thank you! You don't know how much this means to us."

Although they didn't know it, the young man's arrival would bring with it a different summer, full of new experiences and small changes in their peaceful routine. The town's bus station was small, with just a couple of platforms and an old sign indicating the destinations.

Patricia and Antonio were waiting by the car when the bus arrived. The door creaked open and, among the disembarking passengers, Álvaro appeared. Patricia felt a pang of surprise at the sight of him. It had been a couple of years since she had last seen him, and the shy young man she remembered had changed drastically.

Alvaro was tall, with a strong, well-built build, the sun seemed to have gilded his skin and his face had defined, handsome features. For an instant, her mind wandered on how well the change suited him, though she kept the thought to herself. The young man stepped confidently off the bus, carrying a large backpack over one shoulder. His eyes lit up at the sight of his aunt and uncle waiting for him.

"Aunt Patricia!" he greeted with a broad smile.

"Alvaro, how much you've grown!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around him.

Alvaro laughed lightly and replied modestly.

"Well, it's been a few years."

Antonio reached out his hand and gave it a firm shake.

"Welcome, kiddo. I hope you're looking forward to enjoying the summer."

"Yes, the truth is that I needed a change of scenery,” said Álvaro, casting a curious glance at the small town that stretched out before him.

They got into the car and set off for the house by the sea. During the drive, Patricia and Antonio asked him questions about his studies, his plans and how his life had changed in recent years. Alvaro answered calmly, although Patricia was surprised to notice that her nephew had matured a lot, not only physically, but also in the way he expressed himself.

"I hope you like the house,” Patricia commented as they turned down the street that led to their home.

"I'm sure you will.Besides, being near the sea is the best,” Alvaro answered enthusiastically.

When he arrived, Patricia opened the door and beckoned him in.

"Welcome to your home for the summer." Alvaro smiled gratefully.

What they didn't know yet was that this summer would be unforgettable for all of them.

Patricia was still sorting the clothes, as she did every afternoon after the beach. The wet towels, the still-dripping swimsuits, the stacked T-shirts... everything seemed to be in its place. However, as she went to grab one last towel from the bottom of the basket, something made her stop. As she lifted a garment, she realized it wasn't a towel or anything else she could expect. It was Alvaro's underwear.

What made her freeze was not only that they were his, but that they were stained. The stain was large, visible, of a white liquid that looked fresh. Despite the discomfort of the situation, Patricia could not help but notice the obviousness of the mark, which stood out on the fabric still somewhat damp from the sea. Her heart skipped a beat. For a moment, she stared at the stain, the kind of mark, not knowing what to do or how to react.

The moment overcame her, and she couldn't help but feel that, although it was not unusual in itself, this sort of invasion of his privacy caused her immediate discomfort. Years ago, Alvaro had been just a boy, and now, suddenly, she was confronted with an image so intimate, so personal, that she didn't know whether she should laugh, feel embarrassed, or just push him away and go on. With a mixture of curiosity and excitement, Patricia brought the briefs up to her nose, without much thought.

The smell of an 18-year-old boy's penis flooded her nostrils, not just any boy but her sister's son. She kept smelling it until he decided to stick out his tongue and began to slide across the surface of the underpants until he reached the thick white patch, as he tasted it he could taste its salty flavor. As she did this she slid her hand down the inside of her pants through her panties until she reached her clitoris.

She began to caress it while continuing to sniff with her nose and taste with her tongue the semen of her young nephew She was so focused on her task that she did not notice that Antonio was there, watching her from the doorway. He said nothing, just watched her silently as she continued, oblivious to his presence. Patricia, engrossed in the action, was just finishing collecting the last remnants of the semen with her tongue, as if it were something common, something so natural that she saw nothing strange in it.

A few seconds later, when she lifted the garment to her face again, it was then that something changed. She realized that Antonio was there, looking at her silently. Discomfort came over her immediately. The air became thicker, as if the moment was dragging on too long. Patricia instantly stopped and pulled down her underwear and pulled her hand out of her underwear feeling the heat rise to her face.

Time seemed to have stopped completely as a heavy silence filled the space between them. Antonio, who had been watching silently, didn't say a word. There was no reproach or laughter. Just that fixed, calm gaze that seemed to analyze every little movement. Patricia, with embarrassment taking hold of her, didn't know what to do. She couldn't believe she had been so focused while he watched her.

Finally, Antonio took a step back, as if he had understood that there was something uncomfortable about the situation, and slowly walked away, without saying anything, without breaking the silence. Patricia stood there, still, her heart racing and her mind crazed with embarrassment, she didn't know what to think.

She didn't know what to think. Should she have spoken up? Should she have ignored it? Was it something she should address with him? But what troubled her most was the feeling that somehow that action had revealed more than she would have wanted to share.

The silence continued there, heavy and dense, as Antonio walked away. Patricia stood still, feeling embarrassment choking her. The feeling of wanting to talk about it, to clear it up somehow, was with her, but she wasn't sure how to broach the subject. Would it be strange? Should she pretend nothing had happened? Or should she be honest and talk about what had happened?

Patricia felt lost in her own discomfort, wishing she could find a way to erase that little instant, or at least to understand what it really meant to them.