I stood there, silent, my gaze fixed on the glass of half-finished juice and the crumpled cupcake wrappers littering the otherwise pristine floor of my kitchen. But it wasn’t the mess that caught my attention. Clara’s stammering attempts at explaining how it got there were nothing but noise in the back of my mind. My thoughts were elsewhere, locked onto what felt out of place.Clara stood stiffly across from me now, wringing her fingers, clearly unsure why she was in trouble yet too frightened to ask. I said nothing to her for a while. I didn’t need to but fear did the necessary work.My eyes drifted down slowly, like a predator surveying its kill, and there it was, half-hidden behind the base of the counter, close enough that anyone in a hurry could have dropped it and forgotten was a bracelet. It wasn’t just any bracelet but Carol’s. I recognized it instantly, the small emerald stone at its center and the delicate gold chain. I had bought it for her on her birthday, two months be
“Why are you asking about that now?” My father asked me, looking straight into my face, his eyes as cold as ice.I wasn’t supposed to be the one to follow him up with whatever he had wanted to say to me, I had never done that since I lost my mother and I never took any of his words seriously but I had to follow up on his request to speak to me because it was a ploy to cover up my tracks.Even though I was itching to collapse on my bed and my body begged for sleep, I couldn’t pull myself away from the kitchen yet, not until I heard what my father was going to ask Clara.I stood there, just some inches away from him, silently praying he wouldn’t suspect something odd about my askance. Stolen bread really is sweet, until you're caught with crumbs all over your face, that was exactly how I felt. My heart was still hammering from the near escape with Carol, and now I was standing there like an idiot, risking everything just to satisfy my curiosity but I couldn’t help it.“Was only curious
I could almost guess my father didn’t really want to enter Carol’s room from the way his footsteps hesitated just outside her door and the silence that followed, it wasn’t the silence of someone preparing to open a door. No…. It wasn't that. It was the kind of silence that came when someone second-guessed themselves, when suspicion wasn’t heavy enough yet to push the door open.I stood frozen behind Carol’s door, barely breathing. I pictured him standing out there, frowning, running scenarios in his head like he always did before making any move. A man like him didn’t act on impulse. Everything had to be calculated, even when checking on his wife in the dead of night.After a few agonizing seconds, I heard the soft creak of his shoe pivot and his footsteps continued down the hall or so I thought, away from Carol’s room. I knew immediately, he was headed toward the kitchen, maybe to grab water or something else or maybe not. Either way, I wasn’t about to stand there any longer and
I stood frozen to a spot as the bathroom door clicked softly. My heart thudded so hard that I didn’t move until I heard Luca lock it from the inside.Then, slowly, I dropped to the edge of the bed, clutching the crumpled panties in my fist, my entire body shaking, from the unbearable and ridiculous absurdity of it all. I dared a glance at the door and waited for it to burst open any moment but after some seconds of my anticipation, the door didn’t creak open like I had expected. My heart still pounded, but minutes dragged by without anyone stepping into the room. I tapped my finger nervously against the edge of the sheet draped over my legs, my body tense, and my ears straining to catch even the faintest shift of sound from the hallway but all I heard was Antonio’s voice.It floated faintly through the walls, it was steady and almost casual. He was talking as if it wasn’t the dead of night and as if there wasn’t something painfully wrong in the air.I couldn’t make out his exact wo
“You can’t run to your room like this or you would be caught. The best you can do now is find somewhere and hide, maybe in the bathroom,” Carol suggested to Luca who wore a bizarre look of deep worry on his face.“What if he comes in to check on you as always?” Luca asked with a shaky breath.“I’m his wife, why won’t he?” Carol snapped.“Come on, Carol, I’m being serious here,” Luca stated.“Deal with it, Luca and pray he doesn’t stop by my room tonight, you know what that means… huh?” She winked at him.Luca groaned. “Why are you so against me right now?”“You may want to go into hiding now,” Carol reminded him and although she had sounded like she didn’t care if he was caught by his father, she really had her heart in her mouth over Antonio’s arrival.Luca moved fast, his bare feet making dull sounds against the cold floor as he scooped up his scattered clothes in one hurried sweep. His heart hammered against his ribs, not from what they had just done, but from the fear of what cou
I closed my eyes and stifled a groan as she took her tongue even deeper. My hands slowly moved down from her waist to her thighs. I bunched her gown on her waist and slid my finger into her cunt. She pulled away and threw her head backward as my fingers slurped into her tight cunt. With a smirk playing on my lips, I slowly brushed my thumb against it. “Luca,” She whimpered, her hips squirming. “You're so wet, Carol,” I grinned, feeling the wetness that seeped through her slit. She was aroused and it excited me beyond reason. I pushed her legs apart and caressed her cunt with my finger. “Ahhh,” She trembled slightly, holding my wrist.As my finger continued in its teasing, I began trailing kisses on her thighs. Her beautiful moans filled the air as my lips moved passionately on her skin, leaving marks. “Luca…”Hearing that, I swiftly slipped my finger deeper into cunt. She whimpered my name, but it only intensified my arousal. “You're tight, baby,” I chuckled evilly, deepening m