#rip bruno

Playing along, Pepa turned around, cupping his face as she kissed him deeply. For a moment, they were lost in their own little world; inhabited only by the two of them and their desire for each other.

Their bubble was rudely burst by the sound of footsteps entering the kitchen and something being set on the stove. “Good morning, you two,” Julieta greeted them loudly, as if making sure they knew she was present.

Reluctantly, the two parted. “Morning, Julieta,” Pepa mumbled, hiding a yawn with her hand.

The gesture didn’t escape Julieta’s eagle eye. “Tired this morning, Pepa?” Although she was addressing Pepa, her eyes were fixed on Félix.

And it was Félix that answered on her behalf. “She didn’t sleep very well last night.”

“If this morning is any indication of last night, I can imagine why,” Julieta commented dryly.

Pepa felt her temper flare up, culminating in a flash of lightning. Her emotions were always harder to control when she was tired. “It wasn’t like that!” She protested indignantly. “It was the worries. They woke me up again.”

Julieta’s expression morphed from teasing to concerned. “Again?” She pursed her lips, thinking. “Do you want me to make you some tea?”

“I already had some.” Pepa swept her hand toward the table, bearing a single empty mug. “But-“ A yawn cut her off. “But maybe some coffee would be nice,” she finished her thought.

“Already on it.” Julieta jerked her head towards the coffeepot simmering away on the stove. “It’ll be ready soon.”

“Are you ma-“

“I’m making it strong, just the way you like it,” Julieta reassured her. “One cup and you’ll be good as new.”

“Thank you.” Pepa smiled gratefully.

The coffeepot had just finished boiling, and Julieta poured Pepa a tall steaming cup of coffee. “Here you go, hermana.”

Pepa let the intoxicating aroma of fresh coffee waft up to her nose. The scent instantly invigorated her. By the first sip, she felt refreshed. “Have I ever told you that you make the best coffee?”

Julieta laughed. “Only every day. But by all means, keep telling me. I don’t mind hearing it.” She poured herself a cup and turned to Félix. “Do you want any, Félix?”

He shook his head. “No, not yet. I’ll wait till breakfast.” Suddenly he startled. “Actually, I came down for some water,” he admitted. “I just got distracted by my beautiful wife over here.” He squeezed his arm around Pepa’s waist.

“There you go.” Julieta handed him a cup of water, which he downed in an instant.

“Ay, you’re a lifesaver, Julieta.” He flashed her a charming smile.

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly, shaking her head. “What would any of you do without me?”

“Very funny.” Pepa set down her empty mug by the sink. “One cup of coffee and she thinks she’s the one holding this family together,” she told Félix, shielding her mouth with her hand.

“Coffee every day,” Julieta reminded them, but she was smiling. “I have to go into town.” She gathered a basketful of food, filling it to the brim.

“Already? It’s so early.”

“Unfortunately, injuries don’t wait until a reasonable hour.” She threw a towel over the basket and hung the handle on her arm. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon. And in the meantime,” she pointed from one to the other, “try not to get too distracted, hm? People walk in and out of this kitchen all the time. They don’t need to see you two getting frisky.”

Pepa shuddered. “Believe me, the feeling is mutual.” It was bad enough Julieta had walked in on them kissing. Imagine if she’d seen them doing more.

“Behave, you two,” Julieta admonished them one last time before heading out the door.

The door closed, leaving Pepa and Félix alone again. He placed his cup next to Pepa’s mug by the sink and walked Pepa back towards the counter, cornering her with his body. “Now where were we?”

His mouth was right up against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “Right about here.” She covered his mouth with hers and kissed him hungrily, messily.

Their hands roamed over their clothes, groping greedily through the fabric. Soon, it wasn’t enough for them.

“I think I’m starting to remember how last night went,” Félix whispered before latching his lips onto her neck. One of his hands pushed down one side of her nightgown, exposing her breast to the cool morning air. The other went around to palm at her ass.

Her nipple pebbled as soon as the cold hit her skin.  Though she wasn’t cold for very long; Félix’s skillful hand kneading her breast like it was dough took care of that quickly. His touch sent an entirely different kind of chill through her body. She didn’t want it to end.

Footsteps filled the air once more as someone else entered the kitchen. Thankfully, Félix’s body covered Pepa; giving her a precious few seconds to fix her nightgown. Once she was decent, he turned a bit to face their unwanted visitor.

“Good morning,” Agustín said awkwardly.

“Good morning, Agustín,” the two chorused in return, plastering wide smiles on their faces.

He examined them, narrowed eyes traveling from one to the other. “You two are acting weird.”

Feeling self-conscious, Pepa touched her neck to make sure Félix hadn’t left any visible marks, but she couldn’t feel any of the telltale soreness that accompanied them. “What are you talking about? No we’re not,” she shot back defensively.

“You’re not normally this cheerful in the morning,” Agustín pointed out. “Something is up.” His eyes widened and his mouth fell open in horror. “Oh…Díos mio…I’m interrupting you guys, aren’t I?” He grimaced.

“Yes, you are,” Pepa informed him coldly. (“Something” was most definitely up, and Pepa could feel it pressing against her leg. She’d need to give it some attention…)

At the same time, Félix said, “No you’re not” and shot Pepa a look.

Her eyes flashed dangerously. They had a brief and silent staring contest, which Félix won.

“Play nice, Pepa,” he murmured into her ear as his hand stroked up and down her arm. “We can keep going later.”

As this was unfolding, Agustín was frozen in place. His face turned bright red. “Yeah, I’m definitely interrupting something,” he decided, edging towards the stove on the other side of the kitchen, bumping into every object in his path.

Pepa noticed with a sense of satisfaction that he kept his distance from the two of them. “Why are you here, Agustín?”

“I just wanted some coffee.” His hand shook as he poured coffee into a mug, spilling some on his arm. Cursing, he wiped up his sleeve and pulled out an emergency arepa from his pocket; sighing in relief as soon as he took the first bite.

“Looks like you got it,” Pepa stated wryly. Yet the man was still not leaving. He just stood there, watching the two of them. “You want a show to go with your coffee or something?” She snapped the strap of her nightgown on her shoulder, making him jump.

Agustín had chosen that unfortunate moment to take a sip of his coffee. He sputtered on the blistering hot liquid. “No!”

“And yet you’re still here,” she noted. She fingered the strap of her nightgown lazily, locking her eyes on Agustín’s. Take the hint, cuñado…

If he was red before, he was positively beet-like now. “I’m going to go now- Julieta’s calling for me, she needs my help…I’m going to go,” he finished lamely as he backed up out of the kitchen, clutching the mug close to his chest. Given how much he was still trembling, that didn’t seem like the wisest decision. “I’m so sorry, I’m leaving, I’m sorry,” he apologized profusely on his way out, moving as fast as he dared with a mug full of hot coffee.

Pepa waited until he was well out of her line of sight before calling out brightly, “Enjoy your coffee!” She broke down into a fit of laughter, her eyes tearing up.

Félix rolled his eyes but rubbed her arms soothingly. “Did you have to do that?”

“Did he have to interrupt us?” She turned the question around on him incredulously.

“He didn’t know we were here. He just wanted some coffee.” Félix angled himself towards her again, now that they were alone.

“And I,” she emphasized dramatically with a roll of her hips, “just wanted my man, before he so rudely interrupted us.”

He shook his head, chuckling. “You’re bad, Pepi.”

She delicately rested a hand on her chest, feigning outrage. “Me?”

“Yes, you.” Félix walked his fingers up her arm. “You were going to give that poor man a heart attack.”

“He’ll be fine,” she dismissed with a wave of her hand. “Embarrassed, but fine. Hopefully he’s learned his lesson.”

Félix snorted. “He was so red.”

“Like a tomato,” Pepa agreed gleefully.

“You’re enjoying this a little too much,” he observed.

“He gets so twitchy and nervous. It’s fun to make him squirm.” Pepa grinned.

“It still wasn’t very nice.” He moved closer to her, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind her ear.

Her skin erupted in goosebumps at his touch. “What are you going to do about it?” Pepa challenged him, her eyes sparking with excitement.

“You’ll find out tonight.” He pressed his body against her, trapping her between himself and the counter.

Her breath hitched at the comment and her eyes glazed over with lust. “Will I?”

 He hummed in response. His hands trailed down to the hem of her nightgown, bunching the fabric up in his hands. “I bet if I touch you, I’m going to find you already wet for me.” His fingertips grazed up her thigh, not quite reaching where she needed him to be.

The sound of his husky voice saying such dirty things to her out in the open turned her on even more than his ministrations, if that were possible. “Why don’t you touch me and find out?” Her chest heaved up and down with anticipation. The air around them grew warmer, humidity coating their skin.

Normally, he would tease her and keep her waiting until she just couldn’t take it anymore, but this morning he chose to have mercy on her. Two fingers pulled her undergarments aside, dipping inside her folds. Félix swore. “You’re soaked.”

“That’s what you do to me,” she panted, feeling delirious as he sank two fingers into her. Moaning, she bucked her hips into his hand. “Please,” she begged.

Félix picked up his pace, crooking his fingers inward to rub that spot inside her that made her unravel. His thumb rubbed steady circles on her clit, and his mouth made its way back to her neck, sliding down to her clavicle, and he was about to push her nightgown aside when-

“Someone’s coming,” Pepa hissed. After being interrupted, with the last vestiges of rationality she possessed, she’d positioned herself to keep an eye on the door, just in case. A fortunate decision; a figure had just descended the staircase and the sound of footsteps growing louder told Pepa they were heading straight towards the kitchen. She vowed to make whoever it was regret their decision. She hurriedly pulled her undergarments back into place and adjusted the top of her nightgown. Her core throbbed with need.

Félix withdrew his fingers, sucking off her juices (oh! That was almost enough to make her come on its own!).

Bruno stood in the doorway, blinking as he took in the scene. “I regret every decision that brought me to this moment,” he proclaimed, whirling around and retreating. “It’s too early for this, goodbye.” He darted back towards the staircase, making exaggerated retching noises.

“Yeah, I’m not exactly thrilled about you showing up either!” Pepa yelled after him.

“I wish my gift was erasing memories,” he called down the stairs as he made his way back to his tower, shutting the door with an ominous thud.

“Erase this!” She flipped him off even though he couldn’t see her. Her heart was pounding, not only from the adrenaline rush of being caught. She had been close before Bruno walked in. Félix had been touching her so good and making her feel amazing, only to have it all cruelly yanked away from her. She inhaled shakily, trying to regain her bearings. Having her brother walk in on her was definitely a mood killer, but she was far too worked up now to stop.

“Maybe this wasn’t a good idea,” Félix said hesitantly, resting his hand on her hip. “Maybe we should wait and finish this after breakfast.”

Pepa closed her hand around his wrist and shoved his hand roughly between her legs. “Oh no you don’t. I’m too close for that.” Realizing she’d been a bit too demanding, she batted her eyelashes at him and purred, “Make me come.”

“How can I refuse the most beautiful woman in the world?” He resumed his previous position and redoubled his efforts; bringing her to the brink in a matter of minutes.

“Please,” she begged him desperately. She needed this. “Please, please, please, please, please.” She couldn’t bear the agony anymore.

“Tranquila, mami; I know what you need.” Félix bared her top half to him once more and attached his mouth to her breast. His tongue swirled tightly around her nipple, matching the motion of his thumb on her clit-

And just like that, she came on his hand; clamping hard around his fingers and riding out the waves of pleasure that wracked her body. Lucky the counter was there for support, because her legs turned to jelly as she kept coming and coming. It felt like it lasted forever.

Eventually, she came down from the high; her breathing evening out and her heartrate lowering to a more normal level. She took Félix in through hooded eyes, giving him a thoroughly satisfied smile.

Félix beamed at her. “Better?” He pulled her into a close embrace.

Which reminded Pepa… she wasn’t the only one with a problem to take care of. Her lips spread into a lascivious smile. “Much better. In fact…” she unzipped his pants, fumbling around with the button a bit before successfully undoing it, “I think papi has earned himself a reward.” She pulled out his length, her little hand just barely encircling it as she pumped him up and down.

Félix groaned, his eyes fluttering shut. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Do you have a problem with that?” Pepa asked innocently, twisting her hand as she sped up her motions.

“Never.” He gave her a dopey, lovesick smile. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Pepi.”

A dozen tiny rainbows sprouted around her. “Likewise, mi amor.” She pecked him on the lips as her hand kept working.

He grunted, thrusting his hips into her hand. “Just like that, mi vida. Keep going.”

Luck was not on their side today. “Mamá!” A voice floated into the kitchen.

Pepa cursed. “That’s Camilo. Quick!” She helped Félix get his pants back up, scrambling to get them zipped and buttoned before her son got there. That stupid button would not cooperate. Growling, she pulled down the hem of Félix’s shirt to cover his front, hiding the evidence. Just in time. A bleary-eyed, pajama-clad Camilo had just appeared in the door.

“Mamá, I can’t find my ruana,” Camilo complained, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

Seriously? That was what he had come down here for? Pepa peeled herself off the counter, her legs having recovered enough to support her weight again, and moved to block Félix’s lower half from view. The orgasm had improved her mood enough to not take horrible offense being interrupted yet again. She was sure Félix did not agree, judging by rock hard he still was and the way he could barely keep himself from rubbing up against her leg. Time for a distraction.

“Good morning to you too, Camilo,” Pepa teased. Hopefully Camilo would focus on that rather than how suspicious they were acting. It looked like he was still half asleep.

He took the bait.. “Good morning, mamá,” he huffed. “I can’t find my ruana.”

She frowned. “I don’t know where it is. I wasn’t the last person to do the laundry.” Considering the matter resolved, she let her hands crawl up to Félix’s chest, creeping under the fabric.

Camilo sighed impatiently. “Who was?”

Pepa closed her eyes, willing herself not to explode on her son, whom she loved very dearly even though it seemed hard to believe at that moment. “Mirabel, I think? Ask he-”

“Okay, thanks!” He dashed back up the stairs and knocked on Mirabel’s door. “Mirabel!”

“That was close.” Pepa wiped the sweat off her forehead. “Good thing he’s so impatient. He bolted out as soon as I answered his question.”

“Reminds me of someone else I know.” Félix tried to be playful, but his voice was oddly strained.

Pepa raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re being awfully bold for someone who hasn’t finished yet. Insulting your wife like that. I don’t think I should help you out. What do you think?”

“You wouldn’t dare-“

She tapped her chin, pretending to consider her decision. “Well, maybe if you apologize…”

The words ran together as he spoke, “Fine, I’m sorry for calling you impatient, you’re not impatient- Pepi, amor, please, I’m going to make a mess in my pants.” His fingers dug into her hips.

“A little sarcastic, but it’ll do,” she hmphed, pulling him back out and starting to stroke him again. True to her word, she got him to his peak in less than a minute. As much as she wanted to savor this moment of post-orgasmic bliss, she’d finally learned her lesson. She cleaned him up quickly, before anyone else could walk in on them, and made sure they were both presentable. “We made it.” She sighed in relief, licking his seed off of her hand.

He groaned, taking that same hand in his own. “Careful, woman; you keep going like that and I’m going to need a round two.” He traced the lines on her palm with his fingers.

Even that innocent touch was enough to get her going again. “That can be arranged,” she replied seductively, posing against the counter.

To her surprise, he just sighed. “We barely got away with this.” He leaned back against the counter next to her. “Too many people go in and out of this kitchen.”

As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. “True,” she conceded. “But there is a place that we could go where no one can interrupt us. A place that has a door we can lock. And a bed.” Her eyes shone brightly.