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

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

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 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

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