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Pepa, oh cynical Pepa. How she hated the ‘man in the walls’ with all her might and often hunted him; but always came up with nothing but tears and an axe in hand. As Bruno had moved to hiding in their vents – if his rats can stay in here all day, then so can he. And as he is lightweight enough to not break through or cause much noise; Pepa is none the wiser, but still chopping through walls looking for him. At every noise she hears, she never hesitates to head out to the garden and once again grab that dull axe; with Félix always chasing behind his wife trying to stop her. And Bruno would never forget what she said, “don’t tell me who I am or what I should do.” All the while, he, the man in the walls, was looking down at her from Camilo’s bedroom window. As Bruno had just got done ravishing him, Pepa’s dear son; and she’d never even know.
Though, he has to admit, it’s nice to see that everyone in their family found Pepa to be this crazy helicopter mom who couldn’t stop rambling about the ‘man in the walls’. It was all she talked about now; often breaking down in the middle of whatever room she had just trashed. Sobbing and asking until she lost her voice, “where? Where is he?” But Pepa never found him, and Camilo only made the situation worse when he’d respond. The boy’s words always twist into cryptic riddles that cause his mother to break down further; though there was Félix who’s always there for Pepa, by her side to keep her sane until her next eventual screaming fit. She was the ‘crazy’ of the family now, not Bruno, and he aimed to keep it that way.
But always watching his sister looking for him through the small holes in the vent covers proved boring; Bruno wanted to meet her again. He missed his sister dearly and often begged Camilo to reintroduce them, though Bruno always knew deep down that it could never happen. Camilo always told him that every time he asked; but he couldn’t stand it being true, all Bruno wanted was to get back on her good side instead of being hated. And as the days passed, Bruno could feel himself becoming more and more resentful toward Pepa. By now, deep into the ‘winter months’ – even if it was still quite warm – Bruno found himself now hating his sister; but it wasn’t his fault! No, it was hers. And if she wanted him gone so bad, then he’d say goodbye in the only way he knew how.
So now, as he loomed over the vent right above Pepa’s bed, he stared down at her, tracing every inch of her slim body, as well as her heavenly face. Bruno hadn’t seen his sister look this peaceful in a while, nor had he watched her sleep; and that was only because she couldn’t. If Pepa still slept normally, Bruno would probably watch her all night until he himself wasn’t able to keep his eyes open. But she’s been so frantic about him for the past couple of months; only able to sleep when she isn’t in hysteria or on the verge of passing out. And tonight was one of those nights, as Pepa had finally settled down and decided tonight was the night she would finally get some rest. And once again, even with her eyes close; Bruno would still be tormenting her. It all felt like some sick joke, but Bruno just couldn’t get away; he needed to see his sister. And this time up close.
Slowly, Bruno unscrewed the bolts keeping the vent closed and let them drop to the floor under him, cringing every time he heard one clatter a little too loud. Bruno didn’t want to wake his sister; nor startle her, so he went a little slower. Sticking his hand out to catch the vent cover from swinging open as the last bolt fell; then carefully letting the cover open all the way and dangle. Bruno let out a breath he’d sucked in all too long ago – becoming dizzy from the lack of oxygen – he was just so nervous. Though, he didn’t hesitate to begin crawling toward the opening; sticking his legs through and turning, so he could get a little more leverage. Bruno’s legs dropped all the way now; his robes riding up his stomach, all the while he desperately held onto the inside of the vent, shuddering when his attempts to keep himself from falling made many loud bangs. There was no way to do this quietly, Bruno knew that; he just didn’t know it’d be this noisy. Alas, he powered through, taking a small note of how Pepa was still sleeping through all of this; she must be tired.
Those thoughts were soon shaken off as Bruno knew he had to get closer to really see her – doing his best to land quietly – slinking down just until his tip-toes could touch the floor, and letting go once his fingertips began to lose their grip. Now he stood there, right beside Pepa’s bed, and one thing started to become clear, her husband wasn’t home. Just then, a devious smile spread across Bruno’s face; he got the whole night alone with his sister? The gods must be blessing him.
Bruno then quietly crept to the side of Pepa’s bed where she was sleeping; bending down to get a look at her before letting his bony hand glide through her curly hair. “My, my. Sister, you are still beautiful as ever,” Bruno spoke quietly, brushing the back of his hand over Pepa’s cheek, watching as her face scrunched up a bit. She was so beautiful, all he wanted was to see more of her, embrace her, love her. Bruno hasn’t done this in so long, and it made his breath hitch in his throat; like he didn’t know what to do next. Bruno always had this problem with being around Pepa, all because she’s just so beautiful. It gave him anxiety, though all of it seemed to melt away when a hot feeling spread through his entire body; but mostly down low, between his legs. Sure, Bruno knew it was wrong to lust after his sister; but it’s been this way for years. He just never had the chance to taste her until now.
And with the way Pepa slept so peacefully, Bruno couldn’t help but find himself aching for her; all the while the fabric around his cock got tighter and strained around him as he grew hard. This wasn’t going to end without getting in her pants, Bruno knew that, but he wanted to take things slow first. So, he started by grabbing the corner of the thin blankets Pepa covered herself with and quickly, but gently, pulled them off; setting it to the side. Bruno’s eyes then trailed down Pepa’s entire body which lay exposed; his breath once again halting in his throat, he felt his dick twitch. That tiny see-through nightgown she adorned was blazing the night and all he wanted was more.
He licked his chapped lips and clicked his tongue against his two top teeth; wondering what it was he wanted to do next. “Please don’t hate me for this. . .,” Bruno knew there was no one in the room who could hear him but himself, and maybe the rats which scampered through the walls. But other than that, he was saying prayers which would fall on deaf ears; and even if Bruno knew, he’d still speak. He needed that reassurance, which would prove to be needed as his hand now made its way from Pepa’s breasts – giving them a light squeeze – then slowly moved downward to her navel. Though Bruno hesitated once his fingers were right above the dip which led between her legs; and he started to contemplate, “why did I hesitate?” Bruno didn’t like that he hesitated.
His face turned to a half-scowl, his hang dragging down her left thigh; fingertips pushed against the opening of her nightgown. Bruno inched halfway up, gasping when he felt how soft her skin was – she must take good care of herself – it flattered him; believing she had done this all for him. And oh, how Bruno loved to lie to himself, it made these endeavors much more pleasing than guilty. He always hated the sick feeling that came after assaulting someone; though this time he wouldn’t have to deal with that. Now, it was nothing but pleasure, Bruno’s pleasure, and Pepa doesn’t need to know a thing about this.
He was going to frolic in her golden fields and taste her sweet honey without a second thought; it’s what Bruno has been yearning for more than anything else. And now, with his hand up Pepa’s dress, he didn’t waste any time and set one knee on the bed; leaning over to get more leverage before slipping his hand between her thighs. Bruno let the calloused pad of his thumb graze over his sister’s pussy lips; starting from the bottom and going to the top, choking back a gasp when he pushed a little too deep and was met with Pepa’s clit. Bruno rubbed it slowly, but stopped to climb up onto the bed; pulling his hands away for a moment to spread her legs. He was in too deep now and didn’t have time to go slow, he needed to feel his sister’s more intimate parts before sunrise.
Quickly, Bruno dipped his head down, lapping at Pepa’s cunt and sucking the lips up into the small gap between his front teeth. He’s too far gone, the only thing on his mind being to please her; she was his goddess at this moment, Bruno would worship her like one too. As he’d begun muttering near silent words of praise, raising up every once in a while through his depravity to say small sentences ranging from, “of course you’re already wet for me, your brother. That’s so good of you.” To , “by god are you perfect, the perfect woman for me.” Though these raving rants just went through one ear and out the other for Pepa, she was fast asleep and not going to wake up any time soon. Bruno felt bad taking her like this; but if she was awake, she wouldn’t fight back anyway, right? She’s such a good sister.
“I want you to cum for me,” Bruno muttered this through heaving breaths as his hands took hold of Pepa’s hips, and he ground them upwards into his face. He could taste every drop of her, sucking at her juices like honeydew nectar or a sweet sap squeezed from oranges growing on the highest mountain. Bruno loved every inch of his sister, he really did; and he just couldn’t get enough. Sucking up her cunt from top to bottom, sticking his tongue deep inside and fucking her that way. Bruno was in pure ecstasy, completely unable to stop himself. “Fuck! I need you,” he whined and dug his nose deep between Pepa’s lips, all the while he rutted his head further down; eating her so hard he often had to come up for another breath of air. He was drowning in her love; swimming through the vast seas of his sister's arousal, taking an even deeper dive into murky waters where he found himself feigning.
Bruno no longer cared for the twitching erection he had in his pants, he’d probably cum long ago anyway and wanted to direct all of his attention toward Pepa. Because no matter how much she hated him; she was still moaning for him, singing these grunts like her siren's song. And it was working, so alluring, it always had Bruno coming back for more; eating his sister up and taking her deep. But backing away with strings of spit to keep yelling those same lust-sticky words into the free air, which started to become unbearable with the heat that filled it. Though Bruno paid no mind, now he was head-set on making Pepa cum; that was the ultimate way to please her.
Grabbing at his sister’s thighs, Bruno kept her in place with a thumb pushed deep inside her, his other hand manually arching Pepa’s back, so he could push inside further. Licking sporadically at her clit, taking her entire mound into his mouth just to feel a little more excitement; he’d devour his sister up and leave no crumbs for anyone else. She was Bruno’s now, and he’d finally left his mark on her, the way this was always meant to be.
But now, Pepa was beginning to come close; kicking her legs up tiredly as she was roused half-awake. Though it didn’t stop Bruno from slurping up her cunt, his tongue hanging out like a thirsty dog as he did. And he pushed his thumb deeper within her as she unknowingly ground up into his face; it was only human to react that way, even if she was still sleeping. But that seemed to ignite a fire in Bruno, if his sister was helping bring her orgasm closer; that must mean that she likes it! It warmed Bruno’s heart unlike anything else, and he couldn’t help but grin, all the while he prodded at Pepa’s clit with the tip of his tongue; nearly pulling away when her hips started to shake and buck, once again pushing deeper into Bruno. He was so lost and so in love.
And no matter the bucking or trembling, Bruno kept his sister glued right up against him, forcing her to ride out this unwanted orgasm. All the while, she lay fast asleep, with eyes still fluttering open from the way Bruno didn’t cease his attack; sucking on her like a leech until the very last drop of cum was squeezed out. It covered the insides of his mouth, and entranced his taste buds with its flavor, he could swear she even pissed a little, this is heaven.
And Bruno can go to hell happy knowing he finally pleased Pepa.