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For The Love Of Two Sisters Ch. 01 free porn video
This is a polyamory romance novel, the first chapter of many to come. I hope you enjoy my story as much as I have in writing it. I’d like to give particularly special thanks to my two amazing editors: Efon and Barefootgirl69, both of whom have amazing talent and awesome ideas that really helped me tremendously. Both are absolutely fantastic to work with.
All characters are purely a work of fiction and over the age of 18. Please leave comments as I really enjoy the feedback. Copyright 2016
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It was quarter after noon when I arrived at my modest split-foyer home, relieved to have a midday break from the algorithms and variables that filled my typical work day. Even more, I was looking forward to my homemade Hispanic lunch and the company it provided which was what made the whole fifteen-minute drive home from the office worthwhile. ‘Milena… you around?’
Climbing the stairs up from the two-car garage below, I noticed the living room off to my right was perfectly set. The sofa’s pillows were recently fluffed, the carpet vacuumed and every surface was dust-free. Even the air smelled cleaner in the room than when I left that morning, just a hint of vanilla and a dash of her perfume. I breathed in deep, intoxicated by just the smell of her.
I peeked into the dining room and kitchen area to see if I could find Milena before heading down the hallway toward the bedrooms. Her meticulous hand had perfectly placed every object and cleaned every speck of dust along the way. I nearly felt guilty just walking on the floor as everything was so perfect.
‘Mil…’ the sudden roar of the vacuum cut me off as I peered into the master bedroom, freezing completely still. My jaw dropped as I caught my breath, my eyes widened and nature took over my lower body at the sight of my housekeeper. She was down on her hands and knees, her gorgeous Latin derriere pointing directly at me as her head squeezed under my queen-size bed while she vacuumed with the hose. Long waves of her jet-black hair slowly slid off her slender form. Her ass, painted with soft blue yoga pants, wiggled enticingly in the awkward position with each jarring motion of her arm. I nearly lost all self control right then and there.
I’m really not sure just how long I stood there, leaning against the open doorway, thoroughly enjoying the view of her as she moved. It could have been hours though more likely just a few minutes. I knew the decent thing would be to get her attention or just leave but part of me truly wanted to believe she knew I was there, gyrating her sexy hips on purpose to catch my eye.
She pulled her head back out from under the bed, pulling my focus from her bottom to her upper half. Her hair was a sexy mess, strands flying every which way with electrostatic frizz as she set the vacuum’s hose down and smoothed the waves back into place. Unsatisfied still, she pulled a scrunchie from her wrist and raised her arms, calling my attention to her modest feminine curves. Her tee hugged her bra tightly, the very contours of the bra’s design evident in the shirt’s material as it raised just enough for a peek at her light caramel-colored midriff. With a few jiggles of her womanly curves, she tied her waist-long hair back into a ponytail. I could have stood there and just watched her forever.
Finishing with the ponytail, she looked my way a bit surprised, suddenly realizing that I was standing there. By the embarrassed smile that came over her, she must have guessed that I had been there for quite some time. ‘Mr. Gene,’ she shut off the vacuum, ‘I am so sorry. I don’t hear you come in.’ I chuckled at the ‘mister.’ Considering it took her a few months to stop calling me ‘Mr. Mendelman,’ I had all but given up on getting her to just call me Gene, short for Eugene.
‘That’s quite alright Milena,’ I instinctively offered her a hand as she pushed herself up off the floor. Her fingers were so delicate and soft in mine, I didn’t really want to let go. ‘I hate to interrupt… but I was kind of hoping there might be one of your delicious lunches today.’
Her beautiful smile beamed, compliments on her cooking always well taken. ‘Of course, Mr. Gene.’ Though I stood a full head over her in height, she shooed me through the door like a mother to a small child. ‘Come… come. I make your favorite today.’
Back in the kitchen, she sat me down at the dining table and donned an apron, moving about the kitchen with expertise as if she were the owner of the house instead of me. As I watched her, the idea came over me of what it might be like to have her living there permanently like a steady girlfriend instead of just coming by four days a week at a rate of $100 per day. Given my extremely limited history of live-in girlfriends, just the thought of it put a smirk on my face.
‘You look very happy today, yes Mr. Gene?’ Milena sat a steaming bowl of my favorite soup in front of me, a Colombian specialty that she called Sancocho.
‘I’m always happy when you’re around, Milena.’ I couldn’t help but smile at her, my glasses sliding down my scrunched nose. Typically I was too shy to even talk around beautiful young women, much less someone so clearly out of my league. Her genuine friendliness had recently been pulling me out of my shell though. Increasingly I found myself able to open up with her, even flirt a bit and I think, though maybe it was just my wishful thinking, that sometimes she returned them in kind.
She smiled back at me from the kitchen as she spooned some rice onto a plate. ‘You are so sweet for me, Mr. Gene.’ I chuckled at the irony of her mis-speech, she had no clue just how ‘sweet for her’ I was becoming over the passing weeks. My whole life was beginning to center around those half-hour lunches that I spent with her, she was the reason I’d started driving all the way home for lunch after all. I just couldn’t bring myself to do more than talk with her though, there’s no way she was as attracted to me as I was to her. I knew instinctively that if I ever crossed that line, she would hate me and most likely leave my life forever. I couldn’t risk it. Life was just too good with her in it, even if only as my maid.
‘I too…’ she paused a moment next to me at the table, holding my plate in her hand as she contemplated how to give the correct English phrase. She had been working hard at it over the months, her ability to express herself improving with leaps and bounds since I had first hired her. ‘I am very happy… when you are around too, Mr. Gene.’ Her eyes sparkled in self-accomplishment as she laid the plate before me, taking a seat across the table for herself.
‘Please Milena,’ I grabbed my nearby fork hungrily, ‘it’s just Gene. You don’t have to say mister.’ I shrugged my shoulders starting to dig into my rice, plátanos and chicken. ‘I mean, you’re close to my age, right? And… well ‘mister’ Gene just sounds like my old bald father…’ I couldn’t stop from chuckling at that point. ‘I’m only thirty-one after all.’
Milena was suppressing a grin as she ate her own meal. ‘Okay, mister… old man Gene,’ she broke down into that beautiful laugh of hers. Taking a moment to calm herself, she wiped a tear from the side of her eye. ‘Honestly, Gene,’ her deep brown eyes locked directly onto mine, ‘Please, forgive me. I mean respect to you only. You are a very good man and I like you much.’
‘Wow, thank you, Milena,’ sure I knew she meant it purely platonically, if even that, but my insides were still bursting. Outwardly, I nodded while chewing a mouthful of the most delicious chicken I’d eaten since… well, the last time she had made chicken. I was thankful for the moment to think of what to say without overstepping my boundaries.
‘I really like you too,’ I looked around the room purposefully trying to give an impression that it was her work as much as her that I was talking about. Then I couldn’t help myself and looked right at her, deep into her eyes and lost myself for half a moment before I rec
overed. ‘I’d be completely lost without your beautiful smile around here.’ Though I had tried to hide it, I had the impression that she knew exactly what I was really thinking, the very smile I spoke of spreading on her lips. ‘And might I add,’ I had to add something before it turned awkward, ‘your English is getting awesome. Great job.’
Once more she blushed looking down at her dish. ‘Like I say, Gene… you are so sweet for me,’ she giggled taking another bite of her food. Only the sounds of clinking silverware on ceramic plates were heard for the next few minutes as we ate together in a strangely serene silence. We didn’t need to speak. It was as if each other’s company made the lunch perfect, at least it did for me.
Finishing her own lunch first, Milena watched me enjoy the rest of the meal she had prepared with pride. Then looking over at the clock, she suddenly jumped into action. ‘Mr. Gene, again you are late for the work.’ I also looked up at the clock and jumped from my chair, fiddling with my now empty dishes. ‘No worry, Mr. Gene,’ she waved me on. ‘I clean everything, just go so you are not very late.’
‘Thanks, Milena,’ I tucked in my shirt that had come undone over my lunch hour as I looked longingly at my housekeeper. It would be two full days before I’d see her again and that time without her was getting more difficult to bear with each passing day. ‘Thanks for everything. You’re the greatest.’
She turned me toward her to help fix my collar so it wasn’t sticking up in the back and then to my utter delight, she leaned up on her tiptoes and gave me one of those Latin cheek-kiss things. I nearly had an accident in my pants right there.
‘I see you Wednesday… Gene.’
*****
‘How did your English class go?’ Milena greeted her younger sister, Juliana, in her native Spanish as the latter came into their small shared living room. She dropped her books on the end table with a sigh, plopping onto the couch next to her. ‘So… I take it you had a rough night?’
‘How in the world…’ Juliana replied in their shared native tongue shaking her head, turning to look at her sister. ‘did you ever learn this shit?’ She threw her hands in the air as if pleading to the heavens. ‘It… it doesn’t make any sense. English uses the same word for, I don’t know…’ she looked back over at her smiling sister, ‘a hundred different things?’
Milena put her arm around her sister, hugging her close, holding back the laugh as she remembered her own early struggles with the language. ‘Just give it time, Jules, it’ll come to you.’ With a gentle squeeze, she added, ‘Before you know it, you’ll be in the advanced class on Tuesdays and Thursdays with me. Don’t give up, you’ll see.’
‘But…’ Juliana buried her face in her hands, rubbing away the stress from her tired eyes. ‘Nena… you don’t seem to have the problems like I do though. You’re able to talk with people… and understand them… like your boss. How do you do it?’
At the mention of her boss, Milena just couldn’t hold back the grin from her lips. ‘Well now, there’s the secret. You just have to find someone really patient and understanding to talk with every day… like Gene. He’s been amazing with me, honestly, my biggest help.’ She shook her head with a sigh, memories of their recent conversations in mind.
‘Gene?’ Juliana raised her eyebrows. ‘So now you’re on a first name basis with this rich white guy whose house you clean?’ Her eyes narrowed in on her sister like a detective trying to figure out her suspect. ‘Is something going on there that you haven’t told me about, Nena?’
Rolling her eyes, Milena couldn’t help but laugh out loud. ‘He insisted… and he’s sweet,’ she shrugged. Juliana raised her eyebrows once more, awaiting the rest. Milena tried her hardest to suppress the grin that would give her secret away. ‘Oh, alright… I admit it,’ she threw her hands up in surrender. ‘He reminds me of Alberto… a lot. Okay?’
Understanding dawning, Juliana nodded slowly. ‘So,’ she drew out the word teasingly, ‘what you’re saying is that he’s a tall, socially awkward yet romantic nerd who flies helicopters for the Air Force and managed to make you fall madly in love with him?’
Milena couldn’t stop laughing at her sister’s description. ‘Well, Gene’s not a pilot, thank God… but he is a computer programmer so I guess…’ she shrugged, still laughing, ‘you would probably call him a nerd.’ She suddenly started to blush just thinking about her boss. ‘It’s not like I’m in love with him or anything… but I admit he’s very attractive. If he ever asked me out… I wouldn’t think twice in accepting,’ she sighed, shaking her head, ‘but I’m just the maid.’
Juliana laughed, ‘You always did go for the nerdy ones.’ She shook her head as if bewildered. ‘What is UP with that?’
‘Funny. I seem to recall that someone was pretty jealous of my marriage to Alberto…’
Juliana started blushing, ‘Yes well, I’ll admit that Alberto wasn’t exactly a typical nerd.’ The room started to get a little tense as Milena recalled the New Year’s Eve party in question. They had gotten beyond it, Juliana was a different person now, but the images were still there in her mind.
‘So uh… about this appointment on Thursday,’ Juliana sighed purposefully changing the subject. ‘I’m really nervous about it. It just doesn’t seem like I have much of a case.’ Juliana brought her index finger to her lips, chewing on the tip of the nail. ‘Alberto was your husband after all…’ she shook her head, ‘and I never actually received any of the threats after the attack.’
The previous tension quickly melted away to a new, stronger version that both women shared equally. ‘We have to try…’ Milena shook her head defiantly. ‘I won’t lose you,’ she put her hand on her sister’s arm. ‘…I promise if this doesn’t work, then we’ll find something else that will.’ Milena pulled her sister close, wishing she felt as confident as she tried to sound. ‘I won’t let them deport you, Jules. I swear I won’t.’
‘I just wish…’ Juliana hugged her sister in return, ‘you know, that we had a better idea what to expect at the meeting.’
‘Don’t worry. We’ll find a way.’ The two sisters embraced for several minutes, each one to her own thoughts. ‘How about I ask Gene if I can borrow the computer to do some research before your appointment,’ Milena pulled back from the hug. ‘That way you’ll be more prepared.’
Juliana perked up, a bit of hope growing in her eyes. ‘Do you think he’ll let you? You don’t think he’d mind?’
Milena shook her head confidently. ‘If I know anything about Gene, it’s that he’s too sweet to say no.’
*****
I hated Tuesdays. While I’ll admit that Thursdays were nearly just as bad, at least there were two days of Milena coming over to my house to look forward to as well as having the weekend off from work. Tuesdays were just rough though. Still more than half the week to go and her perfume had already dissipated from the house, in its place the smell of cheap Chinese take-out. To make matters worse, the whole house just felt so empty. It was like the house missed my maid as much as I did.
The thing about lonely Tuesday nights is that bedtime tends to come early. The problem was I couldn’t get her out of my head enough to fall asleep. Images of Milena danced and played in my mind, her exotic caramel skin, her gorgeous smile, her bouncy wavy hair, her beautiful laugh, the feel of her fingers on mine as I helped her off the floor… the shape of her succulent lips as she spoke my name with that sexy accent.
Thoughts of adoration were slowly invaded by more lustful images of her jiggling breasts and that gorgeous ass sticking up at me, wiggling enticingly from the bedside. Damn, why didn’t I have a camera with me to capture that moment forever.
The grandfather clock in the living room chimed ten o’clock, pulling me abruptly from my fantastic visions. It was then that I realized my soldier was standing at full attention
, throbbing in agreement to my longing desires. I tried to just ignore it and fall asleep but the more I tried to make him stand down, the more stubborn he was about being attended to.
Entering incognito mode on my Google Chrome browser, I first searched if I could find her Facebook page. I wasn’t looking to stalk her or anything. I just really… really wanted to see a picture of that gorgeous smile. I’d never had any success before when I searched though and that night didn’t prove any different.
Resigning myself to the inevitable need for porn to find sexual relief, I typed the first thing that came to mind. ‘Sexy nude Latina maids,’ I read out loud as my fingers flowed over the keyboard. As expected there were a million plus responses and most of the first page were all sites with 5-minute porn star trailers trying to convince consumers to subscribe in order to see the grand finale. I didn’t even bother with them, they never had what I was looking for. Near the bottom of the page though, I found one that held real promise.
‘My Latina Maids dot com,’ I read curiously clicking the link. The girls in the ads were promisingly gorgeous and the movie trailers definitely seemed to be right up my alley. Of course the best part was that every single girl was a Latina.
Over the course of ten minutes, I went from extremely wary to excited to finally pulling out my special credit card. Once I had my username and password confirmed with an email to activate my account, I was soon browsing dozens upon dozens of beautiful Hispanic women holding everything from feather dusters to vacuums while wearing only panties… or less.
My heartbeat throbbed in my manhood pinned down within my pajama pants. There wasn’t even a need to touch it. In great anticipation, I dropped my pants and boxers to the floor, getting ready for the relief I knew would come quickly once I found the right girl.
A quarter of the way through the list, I found one that looked close enough like Milena that she could easily pass for a cousin. She had a similar caramel complexion but her face wasn’t quite as pretty. Too much makeup in my opinion. Her breasts were a bit large for my tastes too, sagging by the weight and most likely silicone. She did have a perfect ass though and her long black hair was close enough in length and style to feed right into my desperate illicit fantasy.
The movie definitely didn’t go as I suspected, my erect member held in the palm of my right hand while I controlled the movie with my left. Instead of some absurd story-line that lasted all of two minutes before they dropped the pretense and just began fucking, amazingly this porn movie actually held some degree of promise, at least for my tastes.
A presumed employer behind the camera invited my Milena look-alike into his house and filmed her as she cleaned, making excuses that he wanted to remember the maid whose work he liked best so as to hire her again. She went about her job while the employer zoomed in on her ass as it wiggled and her tits as they swayed from her efforts. As long as he kept the camera on her lower-half, I could easily believe I was ogling Milena herself and she looked fucking fantastic without even taking any clothes off yet!
Soon the guy was flirting her up though, tapping her shoulder to stop her in her work. He offered her a few compliments and finally a very generous tip if she’d agree to take her pants off while she kept cleaning. I figured that was the end of the story-line right there, typical porn movies had such poor acting that I was convinced they would jump leaps and bounds, skipping the rest of the build-up that made the scenario so believable.
I couldn’t have been more mistaken. The maid was genuinely nervous about the proposal, she didn’t even seem like she was acting at all. It was so real I was honestly starting to believe they had sprung this on her completely ad-lib. She was obviously tempted by the money, staring at it in his hand and then back at the camera, her nerves betraying her. With a little prodding and a promise to keep his distance while she worked, the sexy maid accepted his offer. Immediately whatever slack I had in my erection from the menial work in searching for this gem was gone. My soldier again straightened right up as she slid off her pants, showing off her gorgeous round ass.
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