A Family Affair Ch. 03

But she disappointed me, although her expression was thoughtful as she responded, "No, not with Aunt Luisa ... well not yet anyway ...but...mmmm, well, who knows?"

My eyebrows rose as I watched her picture that possibility just as I'd done and she looked almost embarrassed as I watched her get up and wander round the bedroom, before drifting over to the windows and looking out, "Mmm, weather looks good Paolo ... should be perfect for what we've planned today," she added mysteriously. It was the second time that she'd mentioned these 'plans' so I asked her what they were.

She just turned back from the window, and smiled secretively. "Now then MISTER Wharton," she teased, "... wouldn't you just like to know!"

It was true. I would. But she clearly wasn't going to say, and I was getting distracted yet again by the sight of her naked body, framed in the light from the window. Her glorious curves, those perky breasts and the auburn triangle between her legs that just seemed to drag my eyes to the dark slit below. I had to shut them for a second to push yet more carnal thoughts to one side, and when I opened them again, she was moving away from the window. She sauntered round the room, checking out my things, picking them up and examining them before putting them down again, making the occasional derogatory comment about my taste. It was like being the subject of a strip search!

But then she reached the wardrobe and drew apart the doors to expose my rather limited clothing options.

"Oh my God Paulo!" she exclaimed in mock horror, "You really must do better than this. Where is your sense of style?!" I was a bit miffed to hear that, as I'd spent good money on some of my casual gear, but it clearly had been wasted on Izzy. "Oh, no, no, no ...and what is this?" she gasped as she flicked through the hangers.

"Hey, put that back!" I responded in alarm as she pulled out my designer denim jacket, looking like she was going to drop it into the nearby bin. She looked back in something like sorrow as she shook her head slowly, "I can see that we've got some work to do on you Paolo. It's a good job that you've got our little group to help you with your dress sense!"

I was just pleased that she was returning me jacket to the wardrobe, holding it rather distastefully at arm's length nevertheless.

"So it's not just the sex then?" I responded rather nastily.

"Oh no Paolo. Much more than that! We'll be able to guide you with ...everything!" she gushed as she hurried back to the bed, and sat down beside me.

I closed my eyes again. Partly in exasperation at the thought of having to defend my taste in 'everything' from my new group of ...what exactly?! Somehow I knew that if I wasn't carefully they'd all be 'mothering' me relentlessly. I needed to start to assert myself quickly somehow! But it was also partly because of the stirrings in my loins as I'd watched her breasts bouncing hypnotically in front of me as she'd bounced over to the bed again!

When I opened them she was just sitting there smiling at me, naked still, everything within touching distance! I swallowed as I looked around and saw her cream nightdress crumpled up by her pillow. I grabbed it and threw it at her.

"We'd better get dressed Izzy," I said rather desperately, "People will be up and around soon..."

She gave me a rather old-fashioned look of surprise, but then laughed and lifted the material up above her head, her hands and arms stretching upwards but seeming to struggle to find the hem. And as her arms had lifted, so had her breasts, tautening magnificently in front of me and then her brown nipples began to sway as her arms moved and struggled around above her head with her nightie.

It was too much, and probably totally intentional on Izzy's part, but I couldn't stop myself as, with a deep groan, I rose up, grasped the soft material and threw it back onto the pillow. Izzy squealed in delight as my arms wrapped around her and pulled her down beside me, our lips hungrily searching for each other again, instantly aroused. We were soon writhing together, hot flesh pressed closely together as our hands roamed over skin that was getting increasingly familiar. Then her hand was around my cock, stroking it to instant hardness, our love-making intensifying as she lifted her leg over my hip and drew my shaft right up to her little pink opening. Instantly, with a sharp shove, I was in her again and automatically thrusting as she cried out at the way that she'd been penetrated and filled!

17. Breakfast ...At Last!

Later, much later, after we'd both climaxed mightily yet again, and spent time in each other's arms, moulding our bodies together, I looked at my watch and gasped in alarm.

"Izzy! Look at the time - we'll miss breakfast. They'll be waiting for us!"

I knew that breakfast at the villa was always at a specific time, and always early. Caterina would have everything freshly prepared and ready. And she wasn't best pleased if any of her delightful food went to waste.

Izzy didn't seem quite so bothered and she moaned throatily as I shoved her to one side and slid out of bed! But finally she slowly shook her head to get her hair out of her eyes and got up too, grabbing her nightie and instantly throwing it over her head as she headed for the door and a her room.

"Quick shower and see you at the top of the stairs in ten minutes!" she commanded as she reached the door. I was about to respond sarcastically about her bossy nature but it would have been wasted as the door slammed shut behind her.

Nevertheless, I only missed the 'ten minute' target by a couple of minutes. I showered and shaved quickly and just had time to drag on a pair of beige slacks and a loose mustard shirt before arriving at the top of the stair-case feeling just a touch harassed and finding them empty!

I was quietly seething by the time that Izzy finally appeared a few minutes later, particularly as she was looking calm and refreshed and gorgeous again in a short cream skirt, wide brown belt that pulled her tight waist over a fitted cream blouse which in turn was sufficiently sheer to show a hint of the lacy white bra that was struggling to gather in her rounded bosom.

She took one look at me, and, before I could even make a pithy comment about her timekeeping, or lack of it, shook her head sadly, "Oh dear Paulo...we really, really will need to take you shopping somewhere..." With that she grabbed my hand and almost dragged me down the stairs.

As we entered the dining room, the low level conversation stopped abruptly, making me feel distinctly uncomfortable as all eyes swivelled onto us. As I'd expected, Caterina had laid out something approaching a feast in the centre of the table which was positively overflowing with gaily coloured fruits, and tasty looking tit-bits, alongside the usual cereals and breads. My Aunt was sat on one side with her back to us, tucking into a plate full of fruit, with Ilse and Frieda seated opposite her and facing us we trooped in, Izzy still in possession of my hand.

Izzy called out a bright morning greeting and my Aunt turned to smile and respond in kind. Frieda too, but not Ilse who stared stonily at Izzy, her expression fixed.

"Uh, uh," I whispered to Izzy, "what's got into Ilse?"

Izzy half turned to me as she whispered back, "Oh just ignore her Paolo, we had a bit of a drama last night when we were deciding who should wake you up that's all. We did a draw and she won."

"What!" I replied in astonishment, "You actually drew lots for me?" I couldn't believe it! But then I thought a bit deeper, "...and she won? ... so how come you ...?"

Izzy laughed as she whispered confidentially back into my ear, "well, I couldn't have that could I?...I had plans for you after all, so I pulled rank. She wasn't too happy about it though!"

Well, I could see that!

But as we neared the table, Ilse got up and patted the seat next to her, "Come over here Paolo, we've saved you some of Caterina's specials." I decided that it was probably up to me to repair some bridges. After all, we were supposed to be a team, so I detached my hand from Izzy's and joined my other cousin team mates, as Izzy sat down a bit grumpily next to my Aunt Luiza.

"Sorry Izzy," continued Ilse as a sweet, angelic expression crossed her face, "there weren't any left for you!" as she rested her hand on my thigh under the table and began stroking it suggestively.

My Aunt looked to the heavens and rolled her eyes, before laying down the law, "Now come on girls, behave yourselves. Now that Paolo has agreed to join our little group, we don't want to put him off with senseless bickering do we? Now where's that champagne gone, I think that it's time to celebrate!"

As she said the word, Caterina appeared from the kitchen with a tray containing an ice bucket and five fluted glasses, setting it down in front of my aunt who did the honours and poured the bubbly. When we each had a glass in our hands, we rose and my aunt gave a warm little speech saying how happy she was that our little group had come together at last to carry on our family traditions and that now we should toast each other as a sigh of our commitment to one another.

We did, and there was much laughing and clinking of glasses as we congregated together next to the table, with even Izzy and Ilse having apparently made-up as Izzy whispered some joke into Ilse's ear, setting her off laughing. It was only when Ilse took a sneaky glance in my direction that I wondered what the joke could have been, but I was determined not to get paranoid, so I just smiled back knowingly.

Then I caught a sight of Caterina standing in the door to the kitchen and looking on as we celebrated. And suddenly the sense of guilt was back as a cold shiver ran down my spine. Could she possibly know what was going on? And if so, what would that mean for me and Maria when she finally got here. She was hardly likely to look favourably on her daughter taking up with a man who was busy bonking his cousins at every opportunity, not to mention his aunt. I closed my eyes in exasperation as I felt myself falling deeper and deeper into a tangled web of complexity that I wasn't sure that I could deal with.

But maybe Catarina didn't know? This was supposed to be a 'secret group' after all so unless one of the girls had said something to her I might still be ok. Suddenly I was starting to feel more confident again, until I looked across the room and saw something like a secret smile flit over the housekeepers face as she looked across at Izzy, who just smiled and winked back at her. Oh God, was I really just relying on Izzy keeping the secret that my future happiness might depend on? I shook my head in helplessness.

Then Izzy said something else that distracted me even further.

"Right girls," she called to Ilse and Frieda, "let's not get too tipsy. Remember what we've got planned for Paolo this morning!"

Oh God, now what the hell could that be?

(To be Continued)