Camilo, the shape-shifting chameleon of the Familia Madrigal enjoyed his gift. He really enjoyed his gift- probably more than everyone else in the magic-blessed tribe enjoyed theirs! Mischievous by nature and a born prankster, he had been using his gift to play tricks on his family- and later classmates, teachers, villagers- even the family pets since he was five years old. Now 15 (and a half,) he rarely used his gift for a laugh at someone else's expense. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he had pulled a good prank. Was it morphing into Slenderman a few Halloweens back? He snickered, remembering kids dropping their bags of candy and running away screaming- even some older than he was at the time. Oh yeah that was brilliant, he congratulated himself on that particularly devious idea. And I would have gotten away with it if little-miss-perfect Isa hadn't ratted me out the next day. Pfft- traitor!
Isabela- Camilo's older cousin and favorite pranking target who, besides being an annoying tattletale, always gave the most histrionic reactions to his deceptions. And Isabela's boyfriend Mariano was coming for dinner- what better time to come out of retirement. He sat on the front steps of Casita with a large grin, mentally putting the finishing touches on his plan. It's been forever since I did a really mind-blowing prank. He giggled out loud when he pictured her face later tonight.
"What's so funny?" Mirabel, who was carrying a basket of clean clothes, had stopped to stare at him with a curious expression. Leave it to his nosey younger cousin to spoil the mood.
"Nothing- none of your business," he said, annoyed.
"Mmm-hmm," Mira replied not believing that in the least. "Nothing, huh?" Camilo was ready to pull his hair out.
Arrrgghhh! She's interrupting valuable thinking time!
"What? What do you want? Don't you have anything better to do?" he demanded. Mirabel straightened her glasses and gave him a defiant look.
"Yes. Actually, I do," she quipped, turned on her heel and marched into the house.
"Well then go do it! Geez!" he yelled after she was already out of hearing range.
"Camilo keep it down! I'm trying to get a nap before tonight!" Now Dolores was on his case.
There was no point in arguing with her too so he just said something to diffuse the situation asap. "Okay! Sorry Dolores!" He didn't get a reply, just the sound of a bedroom door closing. Okay! Now where was I? Right- the plan!
Camilo had decided to transform into Mariano and scare the daylights out of Isa, who was surely on edge thinking about a possible proposal. I could show up early- like when she's not even close to ready! He'd lived with enough women long enough to know that they absolutely hated that. What else? I'll say there's a fire and everyone has to evacuate immediately- when she's in the middle of taking a shower! He snickered as images of a panic-stricken Isabela ran through his mind. He may get punished if caught, but it would be worth it. Once Isa gets married, his chances for revenge would all but disappear. Camilo stood up, brushing himself off. He ran upstairs to get himself ready for dinner.
Half an hour later, he was sliding down the steps to the courtyard, courtesy of Casita. The sun was making its way to the horizon, and the sky was awash with brilliant oranges, golds and pinks. Looking down the road, Camilo spotted his target. He was making small talk with some of the villagers while escorting his grandmother on his arm. Hehehe!
"Isabela! Your boyfriend's here!" He shouted gleefully, giving a mock look of adoration.
"What already?" Isabela ran up beside him, dressed in an apron with her hair messily tied up and spots of flour on her face. She followed Camilo's gaze and saw Mariano was still in the village square. If looks could kill, Camilo would have dropped dead right there. As it was, he was just trying really hard not to laugh.
"Well, I mean, he will be here- soon," he explained, feigning innocence.
"Arghhh!" Isabela yelled in frustration, grabbing Camilo by the front of his neatly-pressed white shirt and yanking him up by the collar so he was almost standing on tip-toe.
"Listen, little boy- don't you dare mess this up for me or I'll make you regret the day you were born! Do you understand?" He nodded, doing his best not to laugh. "Just trying to watch out for my favorite cousin."
She shoved him backwards as she let go of his shirt. Camilo stumbled a bit but remained on his feet. She was more wound up than he had ever seen her. Perfect.
"Oh no! I'm so scared, Isa!" he taunted back. "Please- please don't cover me in flowers!" he yelled, dramatically pretending to cry. Hehe. Sometimes it sucks that only I can do this shape-shift thing. Would have been great to have a twin.
"Camilo!" he froze as his name was called out angrily. He slowly turned to see Abuela looking none-too-pleased at her oldest grandson. He immediately straightened. "What are you doing?" she asked, punctuating every word. Her tone was more suspicious than he would like.
"Me? Nothing! Absolutamente Nada-"
"Go to the kitchen and make yourself useful," she said sternly, with that face that he knew meant 'I'm watching you!"
"Si Abuela! Sorry Abuela! Can't talk gotta go help with dinner, Abuela!" He said and ran quickly toward the house. Casita lifted the final courtyard tile, launching him into the air toward the kitchen. Seeing him, Pepa immediately began tying an apron around him while telling him what his tasks were.
"Maamiii!" She heard him whine in protest.
Abuela smiled, satisfied. "It's nice to know I can still strike the fear of god into them," she said to herself. Casita closed a window shade and opened it again as if giving Abuela a wink.
"Oye." She turned to Mariano's grandmother who was slowly approaching the front gate. "That one gives me more gray hair than all the rest combined." Her friend knowingly chuckled.
"Yes, it's not so long since Mariano did the same to me," she said. "There was this one time when he was thirteen and...oh perhaps I should wait so Isabela can hear!"
"Abuela!" Mariano stopped in his tracks, looking at her in shock. "Por favor, do not embarrass me!"
"But you know how much I like to tell stories, Marianito!" She replied, trying hard to keep a straight face. "And they say pictures are worth one thousand words so I brought some of those along too." She pretended to rummage through her purse searching for them. She glanced up to see Mariano standing a few paces back with a horrified expression. Usually, her grandson could could take a joke and level one right back at her. Oh dear. He must really be nervous!
"Ok ok, not tonight," she promised, brushing a stray lock of his hair back into place. "Try to enjoy yourself," she instructed. "Go on," she gave him a little shove and threw Abuela a knowing look. The two grandmothers linked arms and headed inside.
Mariano was greeting everyone who was in the dining room already. Camilo was sitting at the top of the stairs, finally finished with kitchen duty. That unexpected wrench had thrown his original plan off but he was determined to salvage it. He watched their dinner guest closely, trying to memorize more details so he could mimic him perfectly. Now, was everybody in the dining room? It wouldn't do to be caught off-guard by a straggler. He lowered himself to the floor, trying to get a better view.
He saw his Mami and Papi, Dolores, Tia Julieta and Luisa. Antonio had been put to bed early. Isabela was still in her room, probably making sure she looked perfect. Camilo smirked. It is going to be the perfect evening- for me anyway.
He heard a door close and footsteps coming up behind him. He turned to see his Tio Augustin trying to finish attaching some cufflinks.
"Running late?" he quipped.
"Ah Camilo- yes, Julieta's going to be so mad…" he mumbled and finally gave an exasperated sigh. "Do you mind?" he gestured at his sleeves.
"No problemo," he replied and helped fix the cufflinks into place. Everyone was going so over-the-top for this stupid dinner. Too bad I have to ruin it.
"Ah- muchas gracias- my savior!" He straightened his tie and turned to head downstairs. "Oh- one more thing- would you go fetch Isabela? Looks like dinner is nearly ready."
"Sure," Camilo smiled, waving his Tio off. 'It would be my pleasure."
Showtime!
Slinking to the bathroom, Camilo transformed into Mariano. "Hello Isabela," he practiced. Not bad… not good either. I better keep the chit chat to a minimum. Admiring his work in the mirror, he struck a typical muscle-flexing pose. He didn't notice a sleepy Antonio wander in from the nursery. He pushed his way inside, yawning widely. Camilo/Mariano froze.
"Antonio!" He said in his own voice, immediately cringing at the mistake.
"Ah, oh sorry, Mariano- but are you done? I really have to go…"
"Sure, kid," he managed, hopping out into the hall and closing the door behind Antonio.
Sheesh! I gotta teach that kid some manners!
He finally made his way down the hall toward Isabela's room. As he passed the balcony, he noticed someone running around in the courtyard. The familiar skirted silhouette with unruly hair was easily identified. What on earth is Mirabel up to? Eh who cares- no time to find out now. Nearing the kitchen, he paused to listen to the activity downstairs. Everyone was talking and laughing. The unmistakable "pop" of a wine bottle being uncorked was followed by people cheering. Ok they shouldn't be missing us yet.
Shortly he arrived at Isabela's door. Her portrait carving surrounded by flowers glowed with magical energy. I can still scare the hell out of her by showing up unexpectedly. Camilo covered his mouth and laughed to himself. Ok ok- pull yourself together!
He smoothed his hair, cleared his throat and knocked on the door. Soon, the clicking of heels could be heard rapidly approaching. He quickly shifted into Mariano's trademark muscle flex pose and leaned against the doorway, capping the look off with a goofy, adoring smile. This is gonna be so epic!
The doorknob twisted and swung open revealing a perfectly dressed up Isabela, her hair braided with flowers blended in, fuschia colored lipstick, strappy high heels and a dress he'd never seen before.
"Ahh!" she gasped in shock.
"Hi there, beautiful…" he quipped, using the greeting he'd heard Mariano give dozens of times. "What do you say we…"
"What are you doing here?" she interrupted in a harsh whisper, looking around in a panic. Before Camilo/Mariano could say anything more she had grabbed his arm and yanked him inside, shutting the door behind her.
"Did Abuela see you?" she demanded in the same loud whisper. He shook his head in an emphatic "no."
"You're absolutely sure?" she prodded again.
He nodded "yes" and tried to give a reassuring smile. She leaned back against the closed door and sighed in relief. "Thank god." After a minute, she straightened up, making sure everything was still in place. "How do I look?" she asked twirling around. Her mood had brightened considerably. Caught off guard, Camilo/Mariano gave a double thumbs up and smiled. She seemed satisfied. Taking another glance in the mirror, she giggled and walked over to him. She had a look he'd never seen before. He began backing up as she came closer. He finally bumped into the wall. She came up and put her arms around his neck. "Are you worried about tonight?"
Camilo/Mariano let out a breath and slowly nodded. Thoughts raced through his mind like it was the Indy 500. Geez how do I get myself into these things? More importantly how do I get out?
"I should have known," she smirked at him knowingly. "I suppose you stopped by to relax a little first?"
He nodded once again, not knowing what else to do. It was all improvisation at this point.
"Hmm…ok," she said after a pause. "But only because it's an extra special night."
Smiling, she flicked her hand, making a cushion of flowers spring up. She then proceeded to kneel down in front of him.
Camilo knitted his brows together in confusion. What the…? His mind struggled to make sense of the situation. Girls are so weird. I'll never- Without warning, his member was suddenly gripped and massaged through his pants. The feeling shocked him back to the present. He felt a surge of panic hit his stomach as he finally realized what was happening. Oh shit! Shit Shit Shit! What do I do?
No one had ever touched him that way before. Though he would never admit to it, Camilo's sexual experience came to exactly zero. It didn't take long for him to be standing at full attention. Horrified, he tried pushing back further into the wall, but it didn't give one centimeter. With fear swirling down his spine, he stood frozen in shock as he watched Isabela undoing his belt. Oh my god oh my god oh my god! She undid the top button on his pants and was slowly pulling the zipper down.
Never had a prank gone this wrong before. He couldn't think of a way out without giving himself away, which would come with its own dire set of consequences. Backed into a corner and completely out of his league, Camilo began to tremble. His eyes brimmed with tears as he felt Isabela hook her thumbs on his boxer shorts and gently pull them down. He finally just shut his eyes. He couldn't watch. He felt the chill of the air on his bare skin. He heard Isabela "hmmmm" with appreciation. He could only manage short, shallow breaths. He thinks this was called 'hyperventilating' or something like that. He felt a hand grip the base of his member and whimpered softly. He squeezed his eyes shut as tight as he could. A tear threatened to fall down his cheek. He had really messed up this time.
The next thing he knew, he was flooded with an all-encompassing warmth that began in his groin and spread throughout his entire body from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. This was followed by a gentle sucking sensation that felt indescribably good. He gasped and his eyes flew open. He couldn't really see much but the top of Isabela's head. Her forehead was brushing up against his abdomen. His legs felt shaky and suddenly he wasn't sure he could hold himself up. He grasped blindly at the wall for support. Jesus Christ! What in the name of heaven and hell is this sorcery?
Just then the feeling changed as she slid back, releasing him from her mouth. The cold air hit his now-saliva covered member. He involuntarily shuddered. He missed the overwhelming warmth and wanted it back. A small whimper escaped him. Before he could manage a rational thought, the warmth was back full force as Isabela once again plunged his entire length into her mouth and partway down her throat. She began to suck, harder this time. Camilo threw his head back in ecstasy. He began panting as he could barely handle the intense pleasure he was feeling for the first time.
Isabela began a steady rhythm of bobbing her head and swirling her tongue as she bounced him in and out of her mouth. She then swallowed him as deep as she could and sucked on him hard. Camilo was practically in another dimension. His body was weightless, as if floating in a warm, tranquil pool. He had never felt so vulnerable and yet so safe at the same time. As long as he was in this space, nothing could harm him. He wanted to stay forever but, almost instinctually, he knew that was impossible.
Now he could feel a strange sort of pressure building- to what he didn't know. He just knew he couldn't stop it. No way. It was somewhere between need and desperation. At some point he had grabbed Isabela's head with one hand and was pushing her up and down faster. He was vaguely aware that someone was crying out in tandem with Isabela's movements but didn't register that it was him. The tension was unreal. He began thrusting his hips forward to match her movements. Again. And again. And again- chasing something he had no words for. Whatever was going to happen was happening soon. White sparks began flashing behind his eyes as he squeezed them shut. I've almost got it! Just a uh…few…uh…more…hah…hah…
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" He cried as his body seized up, unable to stand this level of sensation any longer. His abdomen spasmed mercilessly as his first real orgasm tore through his body, while simultaneously a hot liquid flowed out of him in bursts and into Isabela's welcoming mouth. She gently sucked him until he had finished completely.
Any hope of rational thought returning anytime soon was out the window. Breathing heavily, and with his head spinning, he slid slowly down the wall and collapsed in an exhausted heap. With the floor of Isa's room covered in flower petals, it wasn't long before he had fallen into a deep slumber, his most epic prank of all time completely forgotten.
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Author's note: This little plot bunny jumped into my head a few nights ago- what would happen if Camilo, pretending to be an adult, got caught in an adult situation he didn't know how to handle. This was originally meant as a one-off but follow/fav/comment if you want a part 2 ?