The two firstborns slump onto the bed with their butts, both sighing and a woo! escaping the feme's vocal cords. She turns to the lad almost forthwith. "It's been a day, huh?" She waits for his reply.
He smiles at the lady. "Yeah. Thanks." He completes with a tone low.
"Yeah. I can see it off you. You're lighter right now." Marion smiles back, her hand reaching for his shoulder and pressing on it briefly before she gets onto her feet. "I'm sorry to say this but I personally believe that that's the power of children." She says while removing her shoes and dashing to the closet with them in one hand.
"I doubt that." Koke replies.
Auntie Catherina's daughter shoots him a knowing look and smile. "I know what you want to give me from your suspicious thought."
"You see, " The dude licks his lower lip. "I wish my mum had told me....That you're going to meet me?" The babe butts in whilst her blouse goes up her face, concealing it shortly before she drops it inside the small closet. "Yeah." Fina's son responds at the same time his head is snapping towards the conversant. She's now in her purple bra and the white-fitting trousers while she picks out her earrings. There's a brief and eerie silence once they both notice the moment.
"Oh! Oops! Sorry about that." The girl speaks as Koke looks away to the floor. With one arm, Marion tries to cover her chest though her brassiere is still on. "Oh, silly me. How could I forget that you are inside?"
"It's okay. I'll have my eyes down."
"Really?" A suggestive lace characterises her small voice. The visitor is about to make a complete turn of his head to look in the lass's direction but she's fast to notice and similarly, she sends him a warning. "Hey! Bad boy. Look away. Actually, do you mind leaving the room I'll tell you when I'm done?"
"I'm not going anywhere." He wears a smirk.
"And I'm serious." Unless she isn't, but her tone suggests so. Koke's brows arch with his eyes widening a bit.
"Oookay." He lifts his hands in surrender while he stands off the bed.
"It's okay. You can stay. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be rude. It is my mistake undressing without issuing a warning."
"Um....Actually, you can go ahead. I'll be in the sitting room."
"Koke please, don't get annoyed. I can't afford to spoil our day. Please, stay."
Fina's son swallows a lump as he sits back slowly, deciding to keep his sight only on the floor. The sounds of a zip and clothes peeling off the woman's body happen for a few seconds before she appears in front of the lad, a creamish towel covering her body from her chest to her knees.
"Ta-da!" She extends her arms horizontally away from her sides, adding a beam to her expression and summoning the guy's attention. Koke only arches his brows, keeping his other countenance intact.
"Oh boy. Come on. Okay, check. Let's try to forget that little awkwardness with a hug. Mhm?" She persuades. The dude is still looking up at her and he folds his mouth with a sigh for his immediate response. Following that, he tentatively begins to stand up whilst Auntie Catherina's daughter visually follows the development, a steady and inviting smile building on her charming visage.
While his pants touch the hem of her towel, their chests do so marginally before the bird wraps her arms around his shoulders. "It's fine, okay? I'm sorry." Marion is a gifted whisperer. Koke's hands slither up the belle's back slowly and very soon his fingers reach the blunt and thick edge of her towel that's crossing just below her shoulder blades.
His arms tense as he thrings his chest against her softness. The twist performs a little inward folding of her lips and a single weak blink. She stops at nothing to offer Auntie Fina's son a gentle press on one of his shoulders. As if that isn't enough to break the stound, "Okay. Koke, I got to bathe." She speaks softly at the same time her appendages begin to unwind from the lad's back.
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DiversosKoke is almost a complete difference. He's hopeful though that he can be a complete one. He has a complicated personality that's frequently on test by those around him. That's the price he has to pay to prove that he's extremely or eccentrically dis...
