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It’s only one layer of cloth blocking her objective. It’ll be so easy to just rip Mirabel’s clothes off and take her virginity— pounding into the girl while declaring her love for her, leaving the girl a sobbing and moaning mess….But, Pepa is kinder than that. She wouldn’t take Mirabel so forcefully, when she’s asleep. She needs Mirabel awake and willing for her to take her special flower. It makes everything so much better.
Pepa watched as Mirabel snored softly. Mirabel was so cute, even while sleeping. Pepa bit her lip, feeling herself get hard just by staring at the sleeping girl.
Pepa took off her bloomers, her cock hardened, leaking pre-cum from the tip. Pepa got closer, pressing her cock against Mirabel’s clothed ass. Perfect.
Mirabel was her middle child’s age, Camilo. Did she care? No, not really. The guilt long gone when she first discovered how she felt about her niece. She got used to the feeling of overprotectiveness and wanting to keep Mirabel to herself.
It was fine, she tells herself. If it really was a problem, somebody would’ve put a stop to her. They would’ve put her into jail and thrown away the key. They haven’t yet. It’s not normal, she knows that. But, she doesn’t care. If nobody wasn’t going to stop her, she wasn’t going to stop.
“God, Mira, I just want to ruin you. I want to sew your mouth shut, keep you chained up, so nobody will get you.” Pepa confessed out loud, knowing nobody would hear her. It still excited her.
It probably would’ve scared Dolores if she was listening in, and Mirabel if she woke up. But, they need to understand that her love just goes that deep.
“I want to have you all to myself. I’d kill anyone who gets in my way. I already have. The pleasure of finally having you is getting to me.” She moaned, as she humped against the unconscious Madrigal ass.
Pepa would’ve preferred it more if Mirabel was awake, but she didn’t want the girl to get freaked out. It’s still close to having Mirabel for herself.
There’s a reason why she sabotaged Mirabel’s ceremony. She knew Mirabel was special the moment she was born. She couldn’t have everyone’s attention on Mirabel. It worked in the end. They didn’t pay attention to her. Well…Julieta as her mother did. But, that was all. Pepa practically had Mirabel to herself. Sharing Mirabel with Antonio and Julieta was no problem.
Mirabel was so good with children, with Antonio. Pepa wanted to give Mirabel her children. She wanted to watch Mirabel’s stomach swell up from their babies. She wanted to watch Mirabel become a mother.
“Don’t you see how aroused you get me, Mirabel?” Pepa asked, fully aware that nobody was going to answer her back. “Always dancing…swaying your hips on purpose.” Pepa said with a breathless sigh, licking her lips. “Do you know how many people I had to kill because they wouldn’t stop staring at what’s mine ? Do you know how many times I had to jerk off because of you?”
It was pure silence for a few seconds.
“Of course you don’t.” Pepa said with a small smile. “My sweet, oblivious niece. You’re unaware of the real world. I only want to protect you. Not harm you, Mirabel. Those idiots thought that I was crazy! That’s why they’re dead now, Mira. They thought they could stand between us. Our love. They don’t stand a chance.”
Nobody ever came close to their love. They don’t know Mirabel like she does. They don’t touch Mirabel like she does. They don’t protect Mirabel like she does.
If Pepa was really out of her mind , Julieta might’ve been her target if they weren’t sisters. Pepa doesn’t… really see Julieta as a threat to their relationship. But, she knows that Mirabel loves Julieta more. Which is understandable, that’s her mother. It’s family love. Not the special love that was only between them.
Pepa has been jealous of Julieta before, multiple times. But, she also loves Julieta. Her sister is as oblivious as Mirabel. Either that or she chooses to ignore things that she prefers not to remember. She remembers Julieta’s reaction when she found her younger sister behind her, humping against her like a dog in heat.
…They don’t speak of that though.
Julieta, as Mirabel's mother, is like an exact copy of Mirabel— well, it’s the other way around, but her point still stands. Maybe that’s why she projects Julieta on Mirabel? That look eerily similar, the only difference is Mirabel’s glasses. Pepa doesn’t mind them, only makes Mirabel look more cute.
Pepa shakes her head, getting Julieta out of her mind. She was focusing on Mirabel now. She couldn’t have Julieta because she was married, but she could have Mirabel.
She’s….
“Ah - yes! Yes! Mine!” Pepa exclaimed, her voice gradually getting louder. “You’re mine, Mirabel! Mines! Why can’t you see that already? Why can’t you open your eyes and see the truth? We’re meant to be!”
Fortunately, her oldest— Dolores won’t be saying anything. A few threats to Dolores had shut her up. Did Pepa feel bad? Of course she did, but if Dolores wasn’t so nosey, it wouldn’t have come to that point.
Pepa would kill anyone who tried to get in her way. Dolores was lucky that she loved her and they were family. If not…she would’ve ended up in another pile of bodies. Lucky her.
Pepa whimpered, she’s gotten her hands dirty multiple times for Mirabel. Nobody questions their disappearance. Well…not for too long.
“Shit…Mira, you enjoy me doing this to you, don’t you? I bet you already noticed my stares, you already knew what I was doing to you. You enjoy teasing me like this, you naughty girl. You haven’t said anything because you don’t want me to stop. Am I right?” Pepa’s breath hitched at her own words. If Mirabel actually knew about what she was doing and letting her get away with it is even more exciting….Sadly, she knows it’s not true. Mirabel was too oblivious for her own good. The idea still made her weak to the knees. “You’re probably pretending to be asleep…Yes, yes— that’s it. You want me to do this, that’s why you’re pretending. You like the thought of me secretly taking advantage of you. It’s fine, you’re embarrassed, but I’ll fulfill your fantasy. I’ll follow whatever you want me to do to you. That’s what tías are for.”
“Mm…” Mirabel murmured, moving her body. Pepa didn’t flinch at all, in fact, it encouraged her. She should’ve been scared of being caught. But, it only excited her even more. Especially since it aligned up with what she was saying just seconds ago.
“Fuck, Mira,” Pepa moaned, biting her lip. She could feel herself coming to her climax. “…Yes, yes! Wake up, Mira— wake up for your tía! You don’t need to pretend anymore!” She grinned almost maniacally. Pepa knew that the chances of Mirabel waking up was about zero. Mirabel was a heavy sleeper. At least with her. She still couldn’t help, but hope. “Don’t you want to make your tía proud? Wake up for me- please, por favor— I want your eyes on me! Look at me, Mirabel! See me! Watch me cum because of you! Look at what a mess you made me become! It’s all because I love you!”
As expected, Mirabel didn’t wake up, her eyes didn’t flutter open to see what her aunt was doing to her while she was unconscious. She couldn’t see how obsessed her aunt was with her.
The slightest reaction of Mirabel brought Pepa to her climax, her cock twitching, cumming on Mirabel’s clothed back.
Pepa looked at where she came, panting. She knew that by time morning came, it’ll dry up, blending in with her pajamas. Mirabel wouldn’t know, she always didn’t.
Pepa smiled to herself, cleaning herself off. She’s aware of the rainbow that appears over her head.
One day, Mirabel will finally be hers.
…One day.