When he was six, Félix had been lucky enough to attend the very first encanto ceremony, the one where his beloved Pepa had received the gift of weather control. She had looked down at the crowd and had randomly settled her gaze on him. As they had locked eyes, a gorgeous rainbow suddenly spilled forth from every rafter of La Casa Madrigal. From that very moment, he'd known that Pepa was the love of his life, destined to be his. It was a blessed day, in more ways than one.

The day he discovered that he would have to share her, however, was a cursed one.

He was fourteen, and he had just plucked up the courage to ask her to be his girlfriend. They had held each other's hands a few times, and he had shyly tried to kiss her, but she had refused to let him go any further than that. Or rather, her gift had interfered, showering him with rain, and even zapping him with a bit of lightning when he had persisted.

But today, he was determined to corner her and make her see that he was the perfect boy for her: devoted, hardworking, and calm.

He knocked on the door to the Casa Madrigal, and her mother answered the door. She gave him a warm smile upon seeing the flowers he held, and told him that Pepa was upstairs in her sister's room. Taking that as an invitation to head inside, he thanked Señora Alma and sought out his beloved.

Just as he reached the door to Julieta's room and was about to knock, a soft moan, followed by a familiar giggle, reached his ears.

"Ay Pepa, that feels sooo good," Julieta sighed, the sound filtering through the walls.

"I told you it would, hermanita," a deeper voice responded. "Our little Pepa is such a good girl, but she has a wicked tongue, doesn't she?"

An obscene slurping sound was the only response Félix could hear, and he noticed with curiosity that there was a blinding stream of light streaming our from under the door.

Kneeling down to see what was going on, Félix could hardly contain his scandalized gasp at the sight he beheld.

His sweet, innocent Pepa was kneeling at the side of Julieta's bed, her face buried in her sister's thighs. The sounds from earlier began to make sense, and Félix was horrified to find himself growing aroused by the thought of Pepa licking and sucking on another girl. The fact that it was her sister she was doing such explicit things to made it feel so wrong, but he could not deny the rush of desire that hit him at the idea that this was obviously not her first time doing this. Judging by Julieta's arched back and trembling wails, Pepa had a wicked tongue indeed.

Bruno, perhaps realizing that Julieta was being too loud in the throes of pleasure, hastily reached inside his pants and took out a cock that put Félix's to shame in comparison. A part of him flushed in humiliation at having been shown up by a younger kid, but another part of him was curious as to what would happen next.

Would it be wrong to touch himself right now? He didn't think Pepa would approve, but he rationalized it by thinking to himself that he was only focused on her stunning figure as he ran his small hands over top his freshly ironed trousers, grinding the rapidly growing erection against the heel of his palm.

Softly panting with need, he tried his best to stay silent, even as Bruno straddled Julieta's face and guided his cock into his sister's willing mouth. She struggled to take it all at first, her eyes widening as she gagged slightly around his incredible girth, but soon enough, her throat had relaxed enough for him to lean over top of her and piston his cock in and out of her with rapid strokes, his balls slapping against her chin and her nose buried in his coarse curls.

Meanwhile, Pepa took full advantage of Bruno keeping Julieta's mouth occupied. Moving up slightly to latch on to Julieta's clit, she slipped two practiced fingers in easily and began finger-fucking her sister with brutal speed. It was too much for Félix to bear, too incredible to pretend that he was not painfully aroused at the lewd sight, and his resolve to not masturbate to any of this immediately crumbled. He undid the button on his pants with one hand, resting his whole weight on one forearm, and gave the barest of whimpers as he grasped his dark brown cock firmly and began to match the speed of Pepa's strokes with his own hand. Closing his eyes for just a moment, he pretended that it was her hand making his cock leak and his balls ache for release.

Just as he was about to find sweet release, Félix suddenly realized that the sounds from inside had stopped. Heart pounding, his eyes flew open and his heart dropped to see small, delicate feet approaching the door. He fell over on his backside and scrambled backwards away from the door, but it swung open too quickly, and he was literally caught with his pants down by the last person he would ever want to find him like this.

"P-Pepa, mi vida, I can explain!" Félix felt his cheeks burn with humiliation as she looked down on him like he was no better than a bug beneath her feet.

The blinding sunlight that had previously filled the small room gave way to a dark cluster of storm clouds, and a small rumble of thunder was the last thing that Félix heard before it all went black.

By the time Félix came to, he had been bound to a chair and gagged hastily with what he hoped was a pair of panties and not one of Bruno's calzones. Looking around in fearful confusion, he realized that they were no longer in Julieta's room. This must be Bruno's vision cave that Pepa had described to him once before. The sounds of falling sand mixed with his panicked breathing echoed strangely off the stone walls, and he realized that nobody would be able to hear him scream from all the way up here.

"I think he's awake, hermanita." Bruno attempted to whisper but failed miserably. "What are you going to do to him? You know we can't kill him right? What if someone saw you bring him up to my room?! Ooo this was a bad idea, bad idea…"

"Ay Brunito, no seas tan dramático, don't be ridiculous," Félix could practically hear the eye roll in Pepa's voice as she calmed her triplet down. "I'm not going to hurt him. I'm going to set down some rules. And if he doesn't follow them, well…" she trailed off ominously, and Félix shivered in spite of himself. The Madrigal women were a fearful force to be reckoned with, and while it was something to be admired, this was the first time he'd ever been on the receiving end of his sweet Pepa's wrath.

At the subtle movement, Pepa hissed at her siblings to shut up and follow her lead before stepping in front of her would-be suitor.

"Do you promise not to scream?" she asked with an arched eyebrow and her arms crossed. Félix nodded vigorously, and Pepa, suitably satisfied, gestured for Julieta to go ahead and untie him.

"Thank you," he murmured timidly to the quieter Madrigal triplet. She smiled shyly and slipped a homemade candy into his hands as he rubbed his slightly chafed wrists. Popping it into his mouth, the red lines disappeared instantly.

Silence fell over the room as nobody wanted to be the first to talk about what Félix had just witnessed.

"So… this is awkward," Bruno rocked slightly in place as he scratched the back of his head with one hand and brushed sand off his ruana with the other.

"Dios mío Bruno," Pepa groaned. "If it wasn't awkward before, it's awkward now that you've said it was." The sand began to heat up beneath the blazing sun that mirrored her reddening cheeks.

Julieta shook her head at the two bickering triplets. They were always squabbling over the silliest things, at least outside the bedroom. It was always left to her, the oldest, to be the peacemaker, the calm one.

"Look, we all know what you saw," she interrupted them briskly. "There is no way for us to lie and say you imagined it."

"But," Pepa added, stepping closer to him and running her fingers down the front of his shirt, undoing the buttons one at a time. "We also know.. that you… liked it." As if to prove her point, she brushed a hand delicately over his crotch. Despite his best efforts not to react, his cock betrayed him by straining against the fabric of his pants. He looked away, avoiding her eyes as she sank to her knees before him and slipped his swiftly hardening erection free from its confines.

"I– I was only looking at you, mi vida, I swear," Félix whined, his voice catching as she wrapped her pretty pink lips around the tip, flicking her tongue gently across the sensitive underside.

"It's okay, Félix. She doesn't mind if you look, just as long as you don't mind having to share her," Julieta chimed in as she dragged the chair he'd been tied up in over to where he could see it. She shoved Bruno into the seat and began mirroring her sister's actions on her brother's cock.

Félix was about to open his mouth in protest, the thought of sharing his beloved Pepa making his blood boil, but then she took his entire length into her mouth, burying her nose in his coarse curls as she gripped his backside for more leverage. He could hear Julieta gagging across from them, clearly not as practiced as her sister. Not that Bruno was complaining. In fact, he was gripping Julieta's pigtails in either hand to hold her down as he bucked his hips up into her face, hitting the back of her throat over and over.

Just as he was about to cum, she pulled away, leaving him whimpering with need on the precipice of pleasure.

"Ah, ah, ah, Félix," Pepa tutted playfully. "You don't get to come until I say you do, understand?"

If possible, the older boy's cock got even harder at the thought of being under his Pepa's control. Like a kicked puppy coming back for more, he was desperate enough to do whatever it took to gain her affections.

"I'm sorry, mi vida," he apologized, panting slightly with the effort it took to hold himself back from orgasm. "Go on."

"That's better. Now, go sit on the chair. You two, if you're done, get up." Bruno had just finished coating the inside of Julieta's throat with his thick seed, and was currently sucking on her tongue to taste the last remnants of his juices from her mouth.

"You don't have to be so bossy, hermanita" Bruno muttered goodnaturedly, but obeyed, as he always did.

Ignoring him, as she always did, Pepa continued to bark out orders.

"Julieta, you're going to take over pleasing Félix, and Bruno you–" she paused, looking deep into Félix's eyes before continuing with her little test, "are going to fuck me as Félix watches. If he comes before you do, then I will never be his girlfriend. He will leave this house and never be welcome here again."

Félix gulped, warring thoughts running through his mind. On the one hand, he was humiliated at having to watch the object of his affections be intimately used by another man (her brother, no less). On the other hand, he couldn't bear to not be in her life. If this was all he could get, then it was better than the alternative.

Mind made up, he boldly asked, "And if I wait for your command?"

A slow smile spread across Pepa's face, and a cascade of rainbows fell from the ceiling as it had on that fateful night years ago. She caressed his cheek gently, and he leaned into her hand instinctively.

"Pues entonces, my dear Félix, it will be a joyous day for the both of us."

Placing kisses on her palm and the inside of her pale wrists, Félix tried to communicate the extremes of his devotion without speaking a word. Pepa felt her breath catch in her throat as she realized what he was about to agree to. The very thought of him willingly watching as her brother pounded into her sent shivers down her spine.

"I need to hear you say it, mi amor," she insisted, grasping him lightly under the chin and tilting it up so he was forced to look at her.

He gazed deep into her pale green eyes, his voice steady and sure as he said, "For you, mi vida, I would do anything."

She rewarded him with a searing kiss as she dropped her mouth onto his for a few heavenly seconds, capturing his lips with an almost bruising force. Tearing herself away from him, she took a deep breath to calm herself.

"Then let's begin."