ALESSIA
I raised an eyebrow at Claude. “What? Oh! That can’t be. I’ll call them myself.” I rushed up the stairs.
“Sweetpea, don’t. Let’s just go back outside,” Claude tried to stop me.
But I became even more annoyed. I owned the house. Why were other people being followed and not me?
“No. I’ll call them first. Don’t act like they’re the owners of this house,” I said as I climbed the stairs.
I heard my husband’s loud sigh. I was halfway up the stairs when he caught up with me.
“Sweetpea, you might be surprised by what you’ll see. Let’s just go back outside,” Claude suggested gently.
Ignoring him, I continued climbing. I went straight to the common bathroom on the second floor of the house. I was about to twist the door handle when Claude grabbed my hand.
I glared at him.
Claude gestured for me to be quiet. So, I carefully opened the door. I almost screamed at the sight that greeted me. Thankfully, I remembered that Claude covered my mouth.
How could I not scream? It was like watching a scandal unfold before my eyes.
Cali was leaning against the sink, her dress pulled up. One of her hands was covering her mouth. Francesco was between her legs, his pants and underwear down. His shirt was long, so I couldn’t see what he was doing.
His face was buried in her chest as he moved rapidly.
I couldn’t move from where I stood, so Claude went and closed the door. Then, he took my hand and led me towards the stairs.
“I told you not to insist. But you’re stubborn,” Claude reprimanded as we walked up the stairs.
“How would I know they were doing something? You didn’t tell me,” I blamed.
“Do I need to tell you that your sister and her husband were making love?”
I blew out a breath. “But that’s unethical. And they did it in such a public place. What if the children had seen them?”
“That won’t happen because the children are busy. Let it be. Maybe they just couldn’t resist each other,” Claude said nonchalantly.
I rolled my eyes.
“So, where are the two?” Lia inquired when Claude and I returned.
We exchanged glances.
“Oh, they’re still upstairs. I think your sister isn’t feeling well. Her husband is taking care of her,” Claude lied.
I pretended not to notice the insincerity.
“Are you done? Let’s just eat,” I changed the subject.
Ten minutes passed before Cali and Francesco showed up.
“Sorry, it took us a while to get back. My stomach was hurting earlier,” Cali explained as she sat beside me.
I raised an eyebrow at her.
“So, that’s why Francesco didn’t leave you,” Claude interjected.
All eyes turned to Francesco at Claude’s remark.
“Did you understand what Claude said?” Lia asked.
“I understand a little English. Just a little,” Francesco gestured with his fingers.
“Oh! That’s nice!” Ramiro exclaimed happily.
They continued eating. Lia and Ramiro, as a couple, stood up first from the table. Then Claude and Francesco stood up one after the other to check on the children at the other table.
When our companions were out of earshot, I faced my twin.
“Next time you perform miracles in my house, learn to lock the door, okay?”
Cali’s whole face turned red. “S-sorry, sis. My hormones acted up. I couldn’t control myself. I think it’s just pregnancy cravings. It happens,” Cali stuttered.
I widened my eyes. That hadn’t happened to me. I didn’t want to think about what I might do if it did.
After we finished eating, we went to see our children.
“Aunt, where is my mommy?” Bailey asked. I knew I was talking to Lia’s youngest because of the color of the ribbon on her head. It was baby pink, her favorite color.
“I-I d-don’t know.” I looked around. I couldn’t find my sister. Ramiro was missing too. Where did that couple go?
My niece was on the verge of tears. So, I kneeled down and leveled our faces.
“Stay here, sweetie. I will go and look for your mommy. Go on and play with Sally, Adrian, and Malcolm.” I kissed the child’s forehead.
The little one smiled and went back to her sister and her cousins.
I scratched my head as I walked back into our house.
“Where are you off to now, Sweetpea?”
I glanced at Claude, realizing he was right behind me all along.
“I’m just going to look for Lia. One of her kids is crying.”
“I’ll come with you. You might end up somewhere again.”
I smirked. I didn’t entertain my husband’s joke. When we reached the kitchen, we asked the maids if they had seen Lia. No one had noticed them. We went up to the second floor, but the couple wasn’t there. We reached the third floor, but still, we found no trace of them.
“This is getting annoying. Where could they be?”
“Maybe they’re just on the ground floor,” Claude suggested.
I wrinkled my nose. We descended the stairs again.
“Next time, let’s install an elevator in this house. It’s tiring to keep going up and down,” I complained.
“That’s my next project, Sweetpea.”
When we reached the living room, the couple wasn’t there either.
“I’m getting nervous,” I said as we reached the dining room. “I’ll just go to the bathroom.”
I turned to the nearby bathroom. But I was surprised to find it locked. Irritated, I returned to Claude.
“Are you done?” Claude asked.
“Not yet. But it’s locked.”
“Huh? How is it locked when no one’s using it?” There were three bathrooms on the ground floor. One common bathroom for guests, one for the maids, and the third was near the dining room, rarely used.
“I’ll just use the one near the kitchen.” I turned away from my husband. When I came out of the bathroom, Claude was talking to the head maid.
“Let’s open one of the bathrooms. Someone might be locked in there,” Claude suggested.
We went back to the bathroom. Claude opened it. But I wished he hadn’t, as I didn’t expect to see what I saw inside.
Ramiro was sitting on the toilet bowl, and Lia was sitting on his lap. Ramiro’s pants were down, while Lia’s dress was up. Ramiro was holding Lia’s waist, lifting and lowering her on his lap.
I bit my lip. I also covered Claude’s eyes and carefully closed the door. As soon as I closed the door, I quickly pulled my husband away from the bathroom.
We didn’t let the maids we passed suspect anything as we left the house.
“I’ve had enough! I don’t want them to come here anymore! They’ve turned our house into a motel!” I was almost kicking in frustration.
“Let it go. They’re just in the bathroom. They didn’t even make it to the bedrooms. Besides, they’re your sisters,” Claude reasoned.
“Even so, it’s embarrassing! What if someone else catches them?”
Claude just laughed.
“Hey! There you are! We’re heading home. Malcolm is sleepy,” Cali said as she approached us.
She gave me a peck on the cheek. Francesco also approached, holding Malcolm’s hand.
“Where’s Lia?” Cali asked.
“We’re here!”
I turned when I heard my sister’s voice. “Where have you been? We’ve been looking for you!” I asked sharply.
“On the rooftop. We were just checking out the view,” Lia replied.
I rolled my eyes. I felt Claude’s hand slide down to my shoulder and squeeze it.
“Really? Did you enjoy the view?” Claude asked.
“Yeah, bro. The view from up there is stunning. It’s addictive,” Ramiro replied.
Claude nodded. “Next time, you should explore other parts of our house.”
I gave my husband a disapproving look.
“We’re leaving now,” Lia said.
“Good. We need to disinfect the house,” I said irritably.
“Okay. Thank you, sis. We’ll visit again on the next occasion,” Lia said.
“Maybe next year for us,” Cali added.
I kept silent, still annoyed with my sisters.
“Sure, you’re always welcome to our humble home,” Claude said.
Did my husband really have to say that?
After our guests left, we took care of the two kids. They seemed tired, especially Adrian, who fell asleep by six in the evening.
We had dinner before heading to our room. I had just finished showering and was wearing a bathrobe when I came out of the bathroom. I was about to go to the walk-in closet when Claude blocked my way.
“Why haven’t you changed yet?”
Claude had showered first, but he was still wrapped in a towel. “No need, Sweetpea. I prefer being ready,” he said with a grin. Then, without a word, he removed the towel from his body.
I covered my mouth when I saw my husband’s fully erect member. It was almost reaching his belly button.
Claude quickly removed the towel covering my head. Then he took off my bathrobe. I couldn’t protest, especially when my husband pushed me back into the bathroom.
“Get inside the bathtub, Sweetpea,” Claude ordered sternly.
When I didn’t move immediately, Claude lifted me up. He carefully laid me inside the bathtub. Then he stepped out. When he returned, he had a tube of lubricant with him. He applied the lubricant to my pussy and to his member.
“I envy what your sisters’ husbands were doing,” Claude said before spreading my legs apart. He placed my feet on the sides of the bathtub.
I let out a loud moan as Claude suddenly entered me. With just two thrusts, he penetrated me fully.
He moved quickly in and out of me, driving me wild with pleasure.
“Oh, shit! You’re so tight, Sweetpea! I’m going to make love to you tonight. I’m not going to stop until both of our juices are dried up!”
I just closed my eyes and savored the pleasure of our bodies uniting. I didn’t envy my sisters because I had Claude, who brought me happiness and completed my being.
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