“Sweetheart,” purred Ann-Marie. “It’s so quiet here! How do you keep yourself entertained?”
“Well, there’s always my work,” growled Robert in return, eyes never leaving the perfect oval of her face, the peachy pout smeared with lip gloss. “Writing takes a lot of energy.”
“Of course!” trilled Ann-Marie, waving a hand airily. “But there’s no TV! There’s no satellite or cable! How do you survive after your work’s done for the day? Don’t tell me you and Anna talk for fun, she’s dull as a doorknob,” laughed her sister.
I bit my lip, clearing the kitchen table. I could tell her what Robert and I did after hours, how he pulled my thighs apart to get a look at my sweet pussy, how he licked between my nether lips before sinking that shaft deep inside. I could tell her exactly how he kept himself entertained, but that wasn’t my place. Because I’d become their maid. Instead of working on his book like usual, instead Robert had taken the day off, lounging in the living room with his paramour, that big body sprawled, relaxed yet tense at once, never taking his eyes off her.
And yes, I was their waitress, their cook, their bus boy, and their servant. Ann-Marie sat perched on the couch like a guest, her legs crossed flirtatiously as they chatted, making small talk. Per usual, I cleaned the kitchen, prepared lunch, did the dishes, mopped the bathrooms, and then made dinner. Ann-Marie was the new lady of the house, and I’d been relegated to invisible status, nothing more than a maid.
But gritting my teeth, I made myself focus. It was better than observing first hand the flirtatious chit chat, the way Robert was mesmerized by my sister wily ways. At least this way, I kept myself busy and avoided the possibility of a complete nervous breakdown in front of them, dissolving into a horrific mess and embarrassing myself.
So after dinner, Robert and Ann-Marie went to the living room for a drink, while slowly, I did the dishes and mopped the floor. Dead tired, I didn’t bother to poke my head in to say tonight, nor would it have been appropriate. They were clearly into each other, the giggles and deep rumble apparent again, the light tinkle of champagne glasses clinking.
Dragging myself upstairs, I went into my room, determined to shut it out. Robert was gonna do it tonight. He was gonna drill Ann-Marie’s pussy after drilling mine, I’d probably hear a bunch of moans and screams of ecstasy, my sister getting it on with my lover. Oh god, it hurt, and I threw myself into bed, forcing my eyes closed while pulling the pillow over my head. Sleep. That was the only thing that would save me, the only thing that could prevent the awful noises that would start tonight.
And thankfully, a wave of darkness overtook me, my brain dropping off from emotional exhaustion, my body wrung out from too much stress. Eyelids drooping, I slid off into an unconscious state, even if it was choppy seas instead of blissful unconsciousness.
But then a bang awoke me. What in the world? Sitting up abruptly, I pushed hair out of my face, trying to orient myself. What the hell was going on?
But just like the first night, Robert stood in the doorway, that big frame hulking, ominous, staring at me with rage on his face.
“Don’t you ever lock the door,” came a vicious snarl. “You belong to me.”
And suddenly I realized what was happening. Robert wanted to sleep with me. He wanted to sate himself in my sister’s pussy, and then try out mine once more, like he was comparing.
“No!” I screamed, trying to struggle out of the blankets. But it was futile, I was wrapped in them and fell over to the side, tangled and helpless. “No, don’t come in!”
But it was too late. Robert stormed into the room, kicking the door shut behind him and was on me in a moment.
“You don’t ever tell me what to do,” he snarled again before pinning me down. “Little slut.”
And I couldn’t help it, I swear. Because even after everything he’d done to me, my body responded immediately to his proximity. Bare breasts peeked over the white sheets, and oh god, but the crests were pink and aching, stiff to touch. Like an animal, Robert leaned forwards and licked one, then the other, before sucking them into his mouth, letting out male grunts of pleasure.
“No!” I screamed again, pushing at his shoulders even as I pressed my breasts further into his mouth, urging him to take more. “No!”
“Shut the fuck up,” he ground out harshly. “You belong to me,” he growled, one hand moving to stroke between my thighs.
But I couldn’t, it was going too far this time.
“No!” I shrieked once more, squirming away futilely. “You just slept with my sister! Please don’t! Please Robert! Don’t, don’t,” I choked.