The Stripper (18+) A Michael Jackson Book

Chapter 28: A different day

Michael's POV:

I stretched myself slowly feeling my
whole body relax. I rubbed my eyes
avoiding opening them due to the
clarity that entered the room. I sat on
the bed, and between the soft sheets,
I saw Natalie sleeping in a serene and
deep way.

"She was tired." I thought smiling
when I imagined why.

I ran my hand across her naked back.
The brunette was covered only by the
gray silk sheet that covered us. I placed a little kiss on her soft skin, and stood up. I went towards the bathroom to carry out my morning hygiene. Soon after I let her sleep some more. It was her day off, nothing fairer than that. I left the bedroom walking towards the room next door. Sofi slept in the same way. Was the deep sleep a family thing? I walked closer to the little girl who was sleeping, combing my hand through her dark hair that was so alike with Natalie's. There was no doubt that they were both sisters, Sofi was the identical copy of my Nelly. I placed a kiss in a tenderly way on the top of the girl's head. And I left the bedroom.  That morning I felt different, I didn't use to get involved so intensely with someone in a short period of time. But things with Natalie seemed to fly. When I least expected, she was already in my thoughts, taking over everything within me. Her sweet and attractive way left me with no choice, without action. I could love her and hate her at the same time. I wanted her in every way.
I knew what I felt, but it wasn't time
to admit it. I would save it for the
right moment to tell her that I simply
didn't know how to be without her
anymore. Today would be the perfect
day for it, but I knew that there was still someone between us. Someone who also possessed such power over me just like Natalie, and that someone was none other than Karla.

Perhaps no one could understand
how I felt. No one would ever
understand how I was torn between
the two women. Karla and Natalie had
turned my world upside down. They
both made me experience different
sensations that fascinated me. I could
feel in heaven with Natalie, and in
pleasurable hell of Iust with Karla. They were like two sides of the same coin. I loved them, I loved them both. If that was possible? I didn't know, but I felt it, I wanted them.

"God, you could have been good and
make them only one..."

I shook my head at that thought
as I picked up the ingredients to
prepare a good breakfast. The two
sisters deserved to be spoiled for the
wonderful moments that they were
making me live.

Could I have this with Karla?

No.

It was in that that she lost. Natalie was
for many the perfect woman. Sweet,
attractive and beautiful. A complete
woman.

I smiled as I finished making the
pancakes, and prepared everything. I,
modesty aside, was great in the kitchen. I poured chocolate as a coating, betting that Sofi would love it. Natalie's little sister was an intelligent and polite girl. To my surprise we had gotten along
extremely well. Sofia is a sweetheart.
I put everything on the tray. In there
there was a bit of everything, fruit, juice, coffee, pancakes and scrambled
eggs.

"Yeah, I think they will like it." I
thought, putting a small flower on the
tray as well.

I walked slowly to Sofi's room, leaving
her breakfast on the nightstand beside the bed, and then I walked to my room where Natalie was sleeping. I opened the door slowly as to not make any noise, but I came across a beautiful view in front of me.
Natalie was waking up. The brunette
sat on the bed, stretching her arms up,
stretching herself, and moving her neck from one side to the other. She was completely naked, still covered by the sheet that covered her legs. The sun was shining against her body, her long and slightly disheveled hair fell on her back just like a beautiful waterfall. She had her back to me, so she hadn't noticed my presence. I could take a picture of that moment, she was divine. How could a woman wake up so beautiful?