ISABEL He was stroking and lubricating his huge cock before getting inside of me again. My legs were up in the air, making thrusting a bit easier, swifter, and sweeter. I could imagine his frenulum brushing against my walls, it was giving him the highest kind of pleasure. I could tell from the look on his face. He went all the way to my cervix, making an indescribable pleasure flow through my body. I could feel my walls tightening up as he moved in and out of me swiftly. I was flying in the skies at this time. Mavis was truly never going to let me concentrate on other men. But, how do I end up with my step-brother? Wouldn't that alone tell outsiders that we were always having a closed-door affair? But, I loved him and I couldn't make myself stop loving him. It was even more difficult now that we were living under the same roof, with rooms directly facing each other's. The heck! I wouldn't be able to wipe this mess, it would continue on and on until we would be caught. Then, I must
MavisHer eyes sparkled as she raised her face to the position where the bed lamp rays were emitting from. She nodded, "That sounds like a great Idea. What do you think?""It's equally a great idea for me,""What would you tell Mr. Mulan?""No, what would you tell Matilda, is that what you meant to ask? Cause, I got no problem with Dad."She sighed, "Anything of course but when we both go away, wouldn't it be suspicious? And, wouldn't we need their blessings?""The only way out of this is... " I paused to get her reactions or comments."Is?" She lay with her elbows on the bed while my head was on the pillow, facing the ceiling. "To impregnate you,"A sudden slap landed on my face at once and I realized my mistakes. I shouldn't have said it that way. I took my palm to my face and rubbed a little although it wasn't painful. Today was a public holiday and we should both resume work by tomorrow. I feared that someone might try to woo Isabel out there leaving me with no chances at all.Sh
ISABEL "No," He mumbled. "What is wrong with you? Is it the question?" "I don't understand your question," he said averting his gaze this time. "But you responded with a 'no'?" "Yes, because I have nothing to do with Amelia." I knew there was something fishy going on or that had occurred probably in their past and Amelia was trying to ignite the fire again. "Why does she care about you so much and the look on her face when she led the kids into the dining room? Well, I don't have to talk about this, it is not my place to." "You have every right to question me, we are lovers Isabel." He breathed in. "Amelia is nothing but a housekeeper and that's all," I felt a little jealous, yeah, cause I have got feelings. I ignored him and stared out of the window. "I'm talking to you," He said but I acted as if something out there just caught my attention. "He stretched out and poked my side, "Stop," but he continued. Soon, we were laughing. "I didn't know you could be jealous." "J
MAVIS As I walked out of the room, I could feel the tension in the air. I knew that my words had upset her, and I felt a twinge of guilt. I wondered if I had said the wrong thing, or if I had been too blunt. I took a deep breath and kept walking toward the door. As I reached for the doorknob, I heard her voice behind me. "Wait," she said, her voice cold. I turned to face her, my hand still on the doorknob. I could see the concern in her eyes, and I knew that I had to stay and talk to her. I let go of the doorknob and walked back into the room, ready to face whatever came next. I could see the question in her eyes, and I knew I had to answer honestly. "The condition is that you'll tell Mom about us," I said. I could see her thinking deeply about my words, and I held my breath, waiting for her response. "You want me to tell Mom about us? How can I do such?" Her words took me by surprise, and I felt my heart sink. "I... I don't know if I can do that," she stammered, the words catchin
MAVIS She heard a knock on her door and walked up to open it. I stood by her door with a smile on my face. "You don't have to do these, it's just that when I want something that I know I can't have, I always take it forcefully." I paused and gazed around. "But, why have you proven that you are not proud of me?" "I am, I really am but, you see, it's absurd. I can't do that or maybe, you can try to." I smiled, "Guess who I just spoke with?" I asked, making my way into her room. "Dad?" "No, Jackson," "But why?" Was she asking why I talked with my best Pal? Jackson knew so much about me just like I knew about him. Jackson and I may have had our differences, but at the end of the day, we knew we could always count on each other. We had been through a lot together, and we had each other's backs, no matter what. Even when we had our fair share of arguments, we always made up in the end. There was something special about our bond, something unbreakable. Even when we were mad at each
ISABEL There was a knock on the door opposite, it would probably be Amelia the housekeeper. She was knocking on Mavis' door. We both turned toward the sound, and I could feel the tension in the room change. We were no longer alone in our little bubble of comfort. The knock came again, more insistent this time. "Who could that be?" I queried, my voice betraying my sudden unease. "It's probably just the housekeeper," Mavis said, trying to sound calm and collected. But I could see the worry in his eyes, and I knew he was just as unsettled as I was. The knock came again, and this time it was followed by a voice. "Hello? Is anyone there?" It was a woman's voice, and it sounded familiar. I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized who it was. "It is Estelle," Mavis whispered to me, his voice barely audible. "What does she want and how did she pass through the gate?" I asked, my eyes wide with jealousy. We both stood frozen, unsure of what to do next. "I'll get her, wait here," M
Mavis I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I hurried after Estelle. I knew I couldn't let her out of my sight, not even for a moment. The thought of her whispering something to Isabel was too much to bear. I had known that Isabel and Estelle didn't have a history together, so it was odd to see them chatting and laughing as if they were old friends. I felt a pang of jealousy, and I couldn't help but wonder what they were talking about. Maybe they were just being polite, but something about their interaction felt off. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was going on behind the scenes. I had to follow her down the hall, through the lobby, and out the front door. I watched her get into a car and drive away before I felt at ease. I walked out and had someone fetch the gatekeeper. He walked toward me looking worried. "Sir," he bowed. "You sent for me," Ignoring his greetings, I ordered him to look up. "Why did you let in Estelle?" He began to stammer, "Sh
ISABELHe pulled my hand suddenly when I made to take a step, and pecked me. The peck was unexpected, but it was also sweet and gentle. I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so I simply smiled and continued on my way. But I could feel my heart fluttering in my chest. It was a small gesture, but it reminded me of the connection we shared.I walked into the house and stopped by the kitchen since I decided to make a fruit juice, something chilly to sip while reading. I entered the kitchen, and the smell of fresh fruit filled my nostrils. I inhaled deeply, letting the scent of oranges, apples, and grapes wash over me. I grabbed a bowl and started filling it with various fruits. I grabbed a knife and started slicing the fruit, enjoying the soothing rhythm of the task. The sound of the front door opening jolted me out of my meditative state. I put down the knife and wiped my hands on a towel, wondering who had arrived. I was surprised to see Jessie, Donald, and Roland walk into the