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“Make your family proud,” Mirabel says to herself in an upbeat tone, putting on her glasses. It’s something she said so many times before. Ever since she didn’t receive a Gift, that has been her goal. To make her family proud of her. Mainly her abuela. Which is honestly such a hard task. “Morning, abuelo!” She greets as Casita’s stairs turn into something similar to a slide, causing her to squeal.
It’s a thing she has done for nearly all of her life. Nothing new.
“Good morning, mamá!”
It’s no surprise that her mother is up bright and early to make breakfast. It’s something she usually does. Again, nothing new. Or out of the ordinary.
“Morning, Mira,” Julieta greets her warmly with a peck on the lips. “You’re energetic this morning.” Her gaze lowers, staying there for a second, maybe two, before looking her daughter in the eyes again. “Hm. Is this a creative choice of yours or have you forgotten your blouse?”
“H-Huh?” Mirabel blushes slightly, finally understanding what her mother meant. She had no shirt on. She was completely bare from the waist above. Her breasts are just there for her mother to see. “S-Sorry! I forgot! I wasn’t trying to—“ It wasn’t odd to see people naked or even publicly fucking each other. It’s the Encanto’s normal and nobody bats an eye at the sight. Still, it never fails to make Mirabel feel embarrassed when she’s on the receiving end. She’s not the type to walk around naked or ask for sexual favors. Yet. Not yet at least. “…It was an accident.” She mumbles, embarrassed. “I forgot.”
Julieta hums, shaking her head with an amused chuckle. She eyes Mirabel’s breasts once more, and then glances down at her nipples. Mirabel is half-convinced to cover herself up at this point from her mother’s bold staring. She doesn’t. “It must be quite chilly here, too. Hopefully Pepa will get excited soon.” She pauses for a moment. “…Not in that way. Well, whichever is easier to heat this house up.”
“Mamá—!” Mirabel squeals at the mere idea of her tío and tía having sex. It’s still as embarrassing as it was when she was younger. There’s just some things that is better off unsaid.
“I’m just messing with you,” Julieta laughs, leaning forward to playfully pinch Mirabel’s cheeks. That prompts Mirabel to groan, batting her mother’s hand away. “I must say, although the view is unexpected and nice, I don’t think you want your abuela and others to see you like this. Would you?” Although Free Use is encouraged, it’s not something that Mirabel or even the Madrigals really use. “They might take it as you coming out of your shell and get a tad bit touchy.”
Mirabel flushes at the thought of her family touching her. Or even strangers. She’s caught her mamá and tía making out a couple of times but never anything sexual. She also knows that Camilo makes use of his Gift when it comes to sex.
Dolores…Mirabel loves her cousin, she does, but even she can admit that Dolores is a bit too freaky for her. If she wanted to know anything about sex, the person she would have to go to would be Dolores. She knows everything. Probably every kink possible, too. She really has lost count the amount of times she heard Dolores gushing to someone about some weird kink. Or the amount of times she caught Dolores outright masturbating, presumably to the sounds of people having sex. Or naked. She’s the most shameless when it comes to sex. She likes that Dolores is comfortable with her own body and sex, but damn, she is bold.
Though they don’t really do anything sexual with each other. And Mirabel, sometimes, really wishes they were more open to that. She can admit that she’s fantasized about them, including her mamá. She’s also a little shy about Free Use. She’s still a virgin and the most action she got was when her tía Pepa started making out with her as a thanks for taking care of Antonio. It’s safe to say that Mirabel’s fantasies about her hot aunt increased that day. She also couldn’t look Pepa or Dolores in the eye because of what she did.
Damn it. Now her mother has her really thinking about it. How would they react to her without her blouse? Well, fairly normal, right? It’s something normalized and it’s only a little odd because they know how much she prefers to keep her clothes in rather than off. She doesn’t think they would fuck her, but oh, it would be nice to see their surprised looks and blushing cheeks.
It would also be nice for them to fuck her. That would be a bonus. A very nice bonus. She would like that. Very much.
Julieta clears her throat, snapping Mirabel out of her shameful, lustful thoughts. It must be obvious what she’s thinking. “You might want to put on a blouse before they come down.” She reminds her, fortunately ignoring the way that Mirabel was so obviously daydreaming about their family members. “It’s clear to me that you’re still asleep. I understand, today is going to be an exciting day. But maybe you should do this…well, when you’re more awake.” She offers gently. “And less…fidgety, okay?
“Mhm!” Mirabel chirps, understanding what her mother means. Today is Antonio’s ceremony. He’s going to receive a Gift like the rest of them, not her, but like the rest of the Madrigals! “I’ll be better…and dressed!”
Julieta nods at her like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Perhaps you can wake the others? When you’re done, of course.” She doesn’t seem to mind her being topless in the slightest. “Breakfast should be done by then anyways, I’m just finishing up.” She keeps her back turned as she checks on breakfast, tossing out that last comment so casually it almost sounds like an afterthought. “You do look nice, by the way!” Just another casual Thursday.
“Y-Yeah,” Mirabel finally manages, still trying to adjust to the situation. “Uh, thanks—I’ll go wake the others.” With a nervous giggle, she pads out of the kitchen to go wake her family.
For the Madrigals, incestuous touches are commonplace. It's a normal part of their daily life, like eating three meals a day or going for walks. Kissing family members on the lips is as second-nature to them as saying good morning to each other.
And the occasional teasing touch. Nothing extreme. Nothing serious. Just fleeting instances of physical affection that felt natural.
Mirabel can feel the heat rise in her cheeks as the thoughts swirl through her mind. She wants—no, she craves the touch of her family. She wants them. All of them. The way their hands feel on her skin, the warmth of their bodies pressed too close for comfort. But every time she imagines actually saying it out loud? Her stomach knots with embarrassment.
Do they need to know?
They don't need to know that. Absolutely not. She can keep it hidden. They don't have to know just how deep her desires run, how much she wants to just give herself over. Some secrets are better kept locked away.
Though she’s sure they do know no matter how hard she tries to delude herself into thinking that she’s discreet. If anyone knows—Dolores definitely knows about her wanting to have sex with them. The blessing of hearing it all.
…A curse for her because she cannot look Dolores in the eyes afterwards! It makes her feel embarrassed even though it’s natural. She’s the one making it weird.
She’s about to walk inside to the nursery to get dressed, and then she hears a door open. Just her luck which seems to be none at all.
Of course she’s awake. Of course she is. Isabela has always been an early riser, up with the damn sun itself, and seems to derive some twisted pleasure from making Mirabel’s life that much harder.
That still doesn’t mean she wants Isabela to see her like this! Not when she’s so unprepared! She would’ve at least dolled up if she wanted anyone to see her.
Isabela takes one look at her younger sister with her casual scowl, walking away…before she does a double take. “Y-You—!” Mirabel can feel a strange sense of pride welling up within her at Isabela’s reaction. She made Señorita Perfecta blush and freeze up! Hah! What an achievement. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. “Where is your shirt?” She hisses out because the lack of clothing is just so unlike her. Did she suddenly begin to embrace the rule? Wait. Is she overreacting? Is she making this weird by acting like this? So what if Mirabel is walking around with her chest bare! Many people do it. “N-Not that I care or anything! You just wouldn’t…wouldn’t do…this.” She finishes lamely. She’s very much aware of how she’s embarrassing herself.
Mirabel’s entire existence just irks her. In a terrible way. She somehow always manages to insert herself somewhere she had no business being. And then those questions that is way too annoying.
“I just forgot my shirt,” Mirabel isn’t sure if she could ignore Isabela’s eyes burning holes into her chest with her hard she was staring. At least she now knows that Isabela is attracted to women in a certain way. Not that she didn’t already suspect that without having Isabela staring at her breasts to make it obvious. She just has these vibes to her. Gay vibes. Excluding the eyes fixated on her chest. “I, uh. Was going to put it on.” She giggles at Isabela’s expression. “You came out at the wrong moment.”
Isabela stares at her, lips trembling for a second, before she smooths out her expression. Perfect. “I don’t care if you’re walking around shirtless or even naked…it just caught me off guard. If you want to do that, go for it. I don’t care.” She scoffs, turning away, though it didn’t do much to hide her darkened cheeks and flowers in her hair. “It’s completely normal. Normal, yeah. I don’t care if you’re going to walk outside with your breasts out for everyone to see.”
Mirabel blinks. Then, she smirks. “If you want to see my boobs sometime, Isa, all you have to do is ask.”
The flurry of flowers that Mirabel receives to the face is so worth it. She wants to laugh at Isabela’s reaction, but she knows that would only make it worse.
Isabela glares down at her. “See your boobs?” She repeats incredulously. She totally does not want to see her little sister’s boobs. She already sees enough boobs in her life. There’s nothing special about hers. “Ugh! You’re so full of yourself!” She ends up snapping at her. “If anything, you would want to see mine! Not the other way around.”
The funny part is that Isabela is right. Mirabel would like to see her boobs and do more than just stare at them. Touch them. Put them in her mouth. Lay in them. Okay…maybe she’s a little down bad for her sister’s boobs. It’s honestly shocking to her that Isabela is marrying Mariano, considering how much time Isabela spends with the women in town. There’s no way that’s fair. She thinks Isabela might be in denial or bisexual with a heavy preference for women.
“You’re so weird,” Isabela mutters, not low enough because Mirabel clearly hears her. It’s an insult. Should she be upset? Probably if that wasn’t the truth. She’s weird and she embraces that fact. “Stop drooling over my boobs and go get her dressed. I’m wearing a perfectly fine dress and you’re acting as if I’m walking around naked.”
“That’s not perfectly fine,” Mirabel deadpans. “Your dress is…tight in all the right places. Your floral lace is very…lacy. Yeah, that.” It leaves little to her imagination. She looks so damn incredible. “You might as well walk around naked with that dress.”
Isabela can’t help but bristle. “And what is that supposed to mean? This dress is fine! You’re the one who can’t handle it! The way you’re dressing is—is—!” She groans in frustration. “It’s way too early for this and I’m not going to let you ruin my day. You hear me? Don’t say anything about my dress or me unless it’s something good.”
“That—that was a compliment!” Mirabel sputters out, which feels so strange coming out of her mouth. Her complimenting Isabela? What a rare occurrence. “I-I didn’t mean it as an insult. It was a good thing. A compliment. It highlights…everything.”
“What, wanna touch them?” Isabela asks with a cocky smirk, deliberately cupping herself, emphasizing her assets. “You already took a good look, pervert.” She taunts. “Go on,”
In the Encanto, consent is a top priority. Anyone can say no to advances, and it's never taken personally or with hard feelings.
However, there are certain public norms to follow when children are around. Clothing that covers the majority of the body is preferred, and sexual touches should be kept to a minimum.
Everyone is open with each other but that doesn't mean common sense goes out the window.
Again, consent and respect are the top priorities.
Incest is not seen as taboo in the Encanto. It's a common practice and something that doesn't raise eyebrows.
Nobody is forced into anything they're uncomfortable with. The members here are understanding and considerate of others' boundaries.
If someone doesn't feel like participating in the Free Use rule, that's perfectly fine as well.
The safety and comfort of everyone is the most important part of Free Use.
Mirabel’s eyes widens in shock and embarrassment. She knows exactly what she’s doing. “W-what—“ She did not expect Isabela to say that to her. “I was just saying…” She mumbles weakly, hands flailing. “A-Are you messing with me?”
Isabela sends her an unimpressed look. “You’re so pathetic—and don’t you dare get turned on by my words!”
“I wasn’t!”
Okay, she’s lying. Just a little! Only a little.
She’s sure that Isabela has that effect on everyone.
“She was about to tell us about her super, awesome Gift!” Alejandra exclaims gleefully, a childish excitement that can’t possibly be faked. A shame that Mirabel doesn’t have a super, awesome Gift. That’s going to be disappointing to the children.
“Oh, Mirabel didn’t get one.” Dolores squeaks, the edge of her lips quirked up into an amused smile. She didn't mean any harm when she said that. It was just funny how much she was deflecting. She just had to intervene. “Hm.”
Mirabel groans, resisting the urge to dig a hole and just lay in it. She was getting there…eventually. Why not just lay in a grave that says, Mirabel Madrigal, died at the age fifteen, oh and Giftless? That would surely get the point across. “Dolores…”
Alejandra looks at Mirabel, clear surprise in her eyes. A Madrigal not having a Gift is unheard of. Well, only to the younger generation. Everyone pretty much knows of Mirabel's lack of Gift. A topic that they tiptoe around. “You didn’t get a Gift?”
“Nope!” Mirabel flashes a bright smile as Dolores watches her interaction. “And you know why? Because the truth is, Gift or no Gift, I am just as special as the rest of my family.”
On cue, or rather, comical cue, they could hear Mirabel’s family members in the background, talking. Using their Gift in some way.
“Who wants more pink?”
“All right, guys, where do I drop these donkeys?”
“I made a rainbow!”
Dolores snorts and Cecilia blinks at her. “Maybe your Gift is being in denial. Because if I were you, I’d be really, really sad.”
Way to rub it in, Mirabel thinks, exasperated. I might as well yell out that I’m useless. Ugh. Why are children so blunt?
Soon and thankfully, Dolores gently ushers the children away, directing them in someone else’s direction to bother.
“Being in denial, eh?”
“No! I can’t believe—“ Mirabel playfully glares at her older cousin. “I was getting there!” She huffs, puffing out her cheeks. “And you interrupted my musical!”
Dolores laughs. “Sorry, sorry, primita. You were going absolutely nowhere with that. I helped you, you know? They were going to question you until you were blue in the face.”
“Well, maybe, I wanted them to question me until I’m blue in the face.”
Dolores cocks her head to the side, eyebrows raising. “Oh? You’re into that? I didn’t think that you out of all people would enjoy choking.” She teases. “How unexpectedly kinky. I like it.” Jokingly, she reaches for Mirabel’s neck, hands inches away. “Can I?”
Mirabel blushes, sputtering, “N-No! You know—I’m not into that. And you know that’s not what I meant!” She doesn’t like the thought of her air being restricted…currently. Someone’s hands wrapped around her neck in a way that isn’t choking, though? She might like the idea of. “I don’t want anyone to choke me.”
“Eh. It never hurts to try. Mostly. I, for one, isn’t into choking, but I do enjoy some good ole hair pulling!” Dolores croons, prompting Mirabel’s cheeks to dark even further at her bluntness. “Do you like that too? Wanna try it? We can experiment together.” She leans closer, eyes gleaming with mischief. “We can go back to Casita, in my room…we won’t be interrupted.”
“I-I—“
Then, Dolores laughs at her reaction, causing Mirabel’s mouth to clamp shut. “I’m just messing with you! Wow, you really cannot handle teasing. You’re so easy to fluster. Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to distract you like that. It was a joke.”
“You’re so annoying,” Mirabel scowls, though it has no effect on her as she smirks. She’s never been too good at holding her ground against her family members when they make her feel all tingly inside.
“Thank you.”
“L-Leave, I was doing something until I was rudely interrupted.”
“Of course, of course!”
Mirabel does not watch Dolores’ hips as she walks away.
Goodness, she’s a pervert.