MAVIS
Isabel ran out of my room immediately after meeting the ugly sight. "Why didn't you shut the door?" I asked my young whore. A nineteen-year-old slut whom I met on a dating site.
"I thought I did," she stretched out to grab my cock and continue from where she'd stopped but I held her hand and pushed it away in regret.
"Stop it and leave immediately. I don't want to set my eyes on you again, ever."
"But why, is she your girlfriend? I can't just walk away this night, it's already very dark." She said and I could perceive disappointment and jealousy in her tone
"And, who are you to question me?" I stretched out, took a bundle of dollar notes, and dumped it on the bed. "That's your pay, I understand that it's late. I'll ask my chauffeur to drop you off."
"But, we were just getting started, don't tell me you are sending me away because of her." She pointed at the entrance, she was referring to Isabel.
"You have no right at all to say anything about her, now get your ass out of my room!" I thundered in anger.
I got up and grabbed my shirt and made it to the bathroom. I joined the table rather late. Dad gave me a look that I detested while Isabel avoided my face.
"You took so long, son. What kept you away?" Dad asked, I knew he would. What if Isabel had exposed me to them?
I hawked and turned to Isabel who seemed to be very busy with the piece of chicken on her plate. "I was asleep, I felt a little dizzy and," I paused when Isabel raised a surprised face at me.
I started to cough, "Are you okay?" Matilda asked feeling concerned as she passed me a glass of cool water. "Yeah, I am. Thank you," Isabel laughed, pretending as though she saw a meme on her phone.
"I think we should get to know ourselves better, right sweetheart?" Dad asked Mom and she nodded with a soft smile. This wasn't a good time but Dad felt so.
"I'll go first," Isabel said instantly. She had suddenly gained impetus which was a good thing for her. "I'm a graduate, a masseur, and I own a shop in the main town."
Wow, a brief introduction. Was that all? I thought, wouldn't you tell us about the man who was milking you occasionally?
"Come on, Darling. Don't be modest, tell us the kind of shop you own." Matilda told her daughter. They stole glances at each other and I could tell that Isabel had reserved important information about her business.
Isabel smiled uneasily and adjusted her sitting position as though she had to do so before she would be able to speak. Dad stopped eating and looked up, everyone else did. "An adult shop," she said as though she had a plow in her throat. "I now manage my late father's adult shop," she finished and gulped down the content in her throat with the help of red wine.
"Wow, quite interesting," Dad exclaimed with a gentle nod.
Gosh! I thought wrongly earlier. As Isabel's goods rolled over the place at the airport, I thought that she was a baddie. Well, she could still be a baddie for me. Right?
And, did she say she was a masseur? Thank goodness, I would be coming home every day from the gym with a non-existing fracture. I said, imagining how her hands would feel on my body. The thought of that alone gave me a boner. Thank goodness, I was on a seat with the dining table hovering over my little man.
"Are you seeing someone?" Dad asked Isabel when she was not expecting it. She briefly lowered her head, and her countenance changed. "Poor child, she lost her fiancé to another woman last two months. It's one of the experiences that shattered my lovely daughter and now, the moron is married to the woman because he impregnated her." Matilda served as her mouthpiece, seeing that her daughter could break down.
"You are a beautiful lady, you'll have more suitors here in Los Angeles," Dad said and Isabel nodded.
She nodded! Was I a joke to her? "I hope you have moved on from your past?" She nodded at Dad and forced a smile. She will not escape me and I'm not bluffing. Did she know how her mother managed to marry my father?
I did the job all alone just to bring her closer to my plate. "Son, are you enjoying your food? You are not eating, do you want anything?" Concerned Matilda asked.
Yes, the dessert in your daughter's pants. My brain meant to say but I shook it off by shaking my head. "I'm okay," I said mumbling as I resumed eating.
"What an ordeal!" Jessie said. "I had my heart broken once, I know how you felt, big sis."
I looked at Jessie with commanding eyes, "This is an adult conversation, why don't you concentrate on your food?" Our parents laughed.
"I'm fifteen, I'm not a boy anymore." Jessie defended himself.
"That doesn't make you a man either, so, shush. Sorry, Isabel. You didn't deserve that." I said without looking up at her.
"You talk as though anyone deserves that," she quickly snapped at me but not in a manner that suggested that we were at war with each other. "Every woman deserves to be loved and respected and not settled for or managed."
Matilda smiled and stole glances with her husband while Isabel gave me a shooting stare of displeasure. Why was she putting up this cold attitude? I wondered.
"You are right, a woman like you to be precise," I replied to her and she eyed me quickly after confirming that no one was watching. Did she have a personal grudge with me? But why suddenly?
"Mavis, your turn now," Dad said looking at me from the frame of his spectacles.
I wiped my mouth and left the towel on the tray.
"Well, very few persons know me as a gynecologist. The paparazzi have done a great job. Isabel, you can check me up on G****e. Good night all."
Ignoring Dad's displeased look, I left the table with a glass of wine and walked toward Isabel's room.
Isabel "Good night, everyone." I yawned sleepily and walked toward my room. As soon as I'd put on the lights, I found Mavis standing by the wall of my room. "The heck? You are joking, Mavis. What do you want here? You just crossed your limits.""I'm in my step-sister's room to say that I'm sorry about what she saw in my room some moments ago,""That's your business and none of mine. See, I don't care about what you do, I've always known you from high school.""You do care Isabel. You suddenly changed toward me after you walked in on us. But, I'm sincerely sorry, I can be the man you want me to be, just for you.""Fuck you, Mavis, in the ass. Are you kidding me right now? Why do you feel that I care about you? And, did you say you want to be the man I want you to... Hey, Mavis, are you insane? You are now my step-brother and we should mind the kind of conversations we have to avoid getting into trouble.""We ain't getting into any damn trouble and please, those were rumors. I can be
ISABEL I gave a light knock on his door. "Roland?" He called out but got no response. "Donald?" He went again and was greeted with the same cold silence. He probably thought it would be Roland or Donald. I overheard Mom saying that they were fond of encountering ghosts in their sleep. I waited quietly, listening, as Mavis shoveled his feet down to his door. To his greatest surprise, he opened the door to a completely different person. It felt inappropriate to do this, but yet, something seemed to push me. It left me wondering where I'd gotten the vigor to jump off my bed and follow him immediately after. He opened his door, and the concentrated scent of vanilla flushed over my face making me feel like pulling him into a tight hug. At this point, I cared less about our parents getting to see us wrapped up together under folds of bedding. All sweaty, doing crazy things to each other, moaning, and ... "Isabel? What is it, you have been silent for a while." He pulled me out of my
MAVIS A smile flashed through my face. I felt like a conqueror who had successfully subdued a rival. I knew she couldn't resist me, judging from how she always fought to be around the places I was in school. "Yes, deal." My body wasn't a party to this agreement, but I just needed to assure her. Knowing how good I was, I knew she wouldn't stop me halfway until I was done. It was already midnight and I prayed silently for the night to be longer."This will happen only once, right?" She asked worriedly but I bluntly ignored her. I looked up at her boobs, they lay helplessly in her nightwear. I could tell how horny she was seeing how hard her nipples were through her silky pajamas. "Can I touch them?" I was referring to the watermelons on her chest but she shook her head lightly, avoiding my gaze. I knew that if I pressed on, she would give in but I wanted her to come around by herself. "Are you shy?""I'm not," she answered quickly."If you are not, let's look at each other in the eye
ISABEL "Of course, Isabel, I have to go." He said, making me feel terrible for getting myself into this mess. I heaved and released my arms around him as I tried to mask the sadness on my face. "I meant, I have to go deep inside of you." He turned around almost immediately like a starved wolf who had just bumped into a human in the forest. He grabbed my ass, lifted me from the floor, and made it toward the table. He pushed everything on it down with one hand and dropped me on it. With his teeth, he began to unbutton my pajamas, brushing his face against my boobs intentionally as he couldn't wait to have a taste of them. My breathing became intense as anticipation washed over me. My mind wondered about all the things I thought I could do to him on the first day I saw him. My hands caressed his neck as he unbuttoned my nightwear. As soon as he had finished, he smiled upon seeing my full and rounded boobs displayed before his face. "I have always known that you were gifted with su
MAVIS Isabel's Mom knocked and waited patiently for her daughter to get to the door. "Fuck! What now?" I asked reaching for my pants on the floor. "My door is open, she won't come in until I ask her to." She grabbed her duvet at once, "Get in,""Huh?""Don't be an asshole, get in the duvet!" She ordered. I crept under the duvet and lay between her legs. "Yeah, come in." She said, with a tone that sounded as though she was just waking up. The door opened, and Matilda's feet walked into the room.Not minding her presence, I began to play with Isabel's clit. "Mmm..." She moaned. "No please, don't turn on the light. I'm still sleepy, Mom." Matilda paused. "This room is quite stuffy," Matilda said and Isabel gasped. "I'll take care of that, good morning Mom." "Good morning, darling. Are you okay? It's already 5 am.""Huh? 5 am?" Isabel who was shocked queried. "It's 5 am," Matilda repeated herself. "I came to inform you that we will be leaving for Scotland,""We?" Isabel asked suddenl
ISABEL "A girlfriend? Mavis does not have a girlfriend unless he has a secret one." Jessie said, responding to my question. His response caused everyone on the table to laugh."Does he sleep out?" I asked Jessie again, hoping that he would finish answering my queries before Mavis showed up for breakfast. "Sometimes yeah, he sleeps out. I guess it's mostly when he has a party to attend or when he's depressed, he stays away to cool off." Mavis stood by the entrance and hawked, "Someone wants to know more about me, sounds interesting." Speak of the devil, and the devil arrives. He joined us and sat opposite me. "So, have you any more questions? " He asked, gesturing for Jessie to pass the tea mug."I still do, I couldn't find some of the answers on Google." I teased and he smiled. "They must have been very sensitive questions then," I looked up and caught his lovely eyes staring at me. "Does anyone need anything else?" Jane, the cook asked as soon as she walked in. We both turned in
Mavis "Are you okay?" She rolled her eyes at me and rather remained quiet. "Let me help you up," If I had known, I would have asked her to wear a flat shoe instead. I had no idea that she intended to wear a six-inch stiletto on a marble floor, she wasn't even a regular user. I barely found her on heels during parties at high school. She was mostly on fancy sandals and wedges. "I'm no longer interested in coming with you," She said it lightly and I felt a part of my heartbreak. "Please, Isabel don't say this, I already have the car on the driveway. I turned to the door and found the twins staring at us. "Is she okay?" Roland asked and Isabel nodded gently. "She's an adult, adults don't feel pain." She added and got up abruptly. "Shall we?" A smile illuminated my face. I was happy that things were working out as planned. I guarded her into the car and got in the driver's seat. She took out a pair of glasses from her purse and wore it over her eyes. I went closer and gave her
ISABEL I stood there in the doorway, frozen in place as my gaze drifted to the items on the bed. My heart started racing, and I felt my face flush as I realized what this meant. But then, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. Mavis was looking at me with a curious expression, and I could see that he was trying to read my thoughts. I swallowed hard, and then a smile spread across my face. Mavis returned the smile, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Is everything alright?" I simply nodded at him. As I looked at Mavis, I felt a wave of uncertainty wash over me. His eyes were intense, and I could tell he was trying to figure out what was going through my mind. But I couldn't hide the truth from him. The items on the bed were stirring something inside me, and I knew he could see it written all over my face. I tried to collect myself, but I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as my thoughts raced. With a sly grin, he suddenly asked, "What do you think?" I felt my che