Gnat & Beanpole

Title: Gnat & Beanpole- M/F, virgin
Author:Eskimo1958
Summary: A mild mannered and tall CPA gets a job with a family run corporation, and
he is asked to become involved with the very short youngest sister of the family.
Keywords: M/F, virgin

It was a pleasant surprise, really. I was twenty-four, and working for a CPA in Tustin in Orange County, California when the offer was made. A Mister Gomez, who was one of Mrs. Jackson's many clients, wanted to know if I would care to do his books on a full time basis. Mrs. Jackson, who I had been working for since I graduated from college, was retiring in six months. And, it seemed Mr. Gomez didn't want to switch to the CPA that was buying her practice. I guess he was happy with my work, as I did a lot of his taxes and his quarterly bookkeeping. And yes, he was worth a hefty chunk of change. I was to be supplied with an office at his compound, located outside of Mission Viejo, and he informed me that I would be keeping track of all money coming in and going out. Of course, I asked about who did it before, and he just replied with a straight face that the previous person was no longer with us.

It took a while to get use too, actually. After the first few weeks, I thought I was in way over my head. It seems Mr. Gomez had a hell of a lot of financial transactions that needed to be taken care of. This guy was like his own corporation! And, as I found out, not all was on the up and up. I didn't need to be told to just watch the numbers and give him reports on daily income and expenditures. Besides ranching, farming and citrus groves, he also has a host of rental properties, as well as owning some large business complexes which he leases out. There was also payroll, which I did, taking care of taxes and what all else goes with it. So, I was a busy young man.

Oh yes, the compound. The main house, which he gave me a tour of, consisted of about thirty rooms. A humongous ten vehicle garage, two buildings used as offices, both attached to the main house via an open breezeway, a guard house at the gate, which was in the middle of a ten foot high brick wall, stables, a large swimming pool, two spa's, and an expansive brick deck area broken up and shaded by lush semi-tropical growth. As for my fellow employees that worked there, Mr. Gomez had a personal secretary, two other secretary�s, a groundskeeper, two live-in maids, a nanny, a butler, two cooks, four part-time guards, two bodyguards, that seemed to have other duties as well, and six men that did as they were told, including his brother-in-law, Mr. Ramirez, who lived in the house with his wife, Annette Gomez-Ramirez, and their three pre-teen children, plus two other sisters, one of which was named Rita. She was a year older than Mr. Gomez, and she had a hand in the day to day workings of the family business, as well as the compound. I was told right from the start, that if there was any questions about the compounds expenditures, to talk to her first.

Then, there was the third sister. She wasn't there when I first started. I was only told by Mr. Gomez that two of his sisters were there that day, and the third would sometime be here, and sometime not. I didn�t find this unusual, until I heard the other employees talking about Isabelle. From the tone of their voice, I had a feeling that all would prefer her not to be around. About three months into my job, and I had yet to meet the third sister. By then, I was wondering if there actually was one. But from the way everyone talked, I knew there was. It was in late October. I was on my way to Rita's office, and I stopped at the doorway, and saw one of the maids being told "Isabelle will be arriving home tomorrow, please get her room ready." The maid left, and Rita looked at me. There was a sour look on her face, until we made eye contact, and she smiled, asking "What is it, Anthony?

"Just checks to sign, Ms. Gomez. For utilities, and the credit card bill for your sister Isabelle." I said as I entered and went to her desk. I handed her the checks, and she started signing them one right after another. When she got to the credit card bill, she sighed, dropped her pen, and leaned back in the chair, and picked up the check, waving it in the air while asking "Is this correct?"

I nodded, "Yes, Ms. Gomez."

She frowned, looked at it, laid it down and picked her pen up and signed it, while adding "I want a copy of the bill, Anthony." She handed me the check, and looked at her watch, and said "As soon as possible, I'll be in Mr. Gomez's office."

"Yes ma'm.", I said, taking the signed checks and returning to my office. Once back in my office, I laid the checks down and went to the file cabinets and pulled out the statement in question. Just it was for just a bit over five thousand dollars. I also grabbed the previous two months as well, and walked to Mr. Gomez's office. His secretary Bonnie smiled, and said "Go ahead and knock, Ms. Gomez said you were on your way."

I did, and I heard a "Come in." I entered, and handed the papers to Ms Gomez. She smiled saying "Good, you brought me the previous two months as well. Thank you, Anthony, that will be all." I left, and went back to work. At five, I pulled my suit coat on, and left my office. Mr. Gomez saw me, telling me to have a nice weekend, and he would see me on Monday. I said thanks, and I went on my way home. Did my usual routine, which was eat and sit in front of the television. On Saturday, I went to Laguna Beach in the late afternoon, and after meandering through some stores, I went into a small bar. I ordered a beer, and took a seat, and started to watch the world series on the big screen television they had. The place had a few people in it, maybe a quarter full. And for the most part, I was barely conscious of anyone around. I was getting up to go to the bathroom, when I heard a loud "Watch the fuck what you're doing, beanpole!"

I looked around, then down at my feet. There she was, maybe four feet tall, long curly brunette hair, and a sour look on what might be a pretty face. I said "Beanpole, huh?" I just laughed at her, and went towards the bathroom. Coming out, I didn't see her, as I returned to my seat. The game was good, and I was into it, when I felt someone pushing their finger into my shoulder. I turned, and there she was, glaring at me, and she demanded to know "Are you laughing at me?"

"No, should I be?" I responded. She obviously had a bit much to drink, and I saw her eyes get bigger. Okay, I don't need an intoxicated little midgets bothering me.

She raised a hand as if to strike me, and she said "I'm going to kick your ass, beanpole."

I grinned, saying "You going to get a ladder, gnat?"

Her eyes got even bigger, as she shouted out "What the fuck you call me?"

I laughed, "A gnat! Because you're a little pest!"

I blocked her hand as it came forward, and I easily spun her around, grabbed her around the waist and stood up, while she screamed and flayed away with her short arms and legs. I carried her over to her friends, saying "You guys loose a child."

They roared with laughter, as I deposited her into a chair, and held her there, as two bouncers came my way. One demanded "Hey, what you doing?"

Oh shit. Yeah, I am six-nine. But I barely weigh in at one-ninety. These two might be four or five inches shorter than I, but each probably weigh a good ninety pounds more than I. I shouted back "Returning her to her seat in an upright position, you two want to talk about it with your manager? Or you just want me to sue your lousy ass within a couple of days."

Well, I was surprised, they didn't move. Unfortunately, little miss sunshine had turned without me seeing her, and landed a roundhouse punch into my crotch. I took a deep breath, and stood there, trying to stay on my feet. The two bouncers each grimaced, as I felt my face contort. I looked down at her, she had a scared look on her face, and I asked "Is that all the harder you can hit?" I turned and went back to my seat, hearing someone snicker behind me. I recognized that snicker, I just couldn't place it. I finished my beer, as the pain slowly subsided, and got up and left. I saw the little gnat glaring at me as I exited the establishment, and went to my truck and left. Yes, I was hurting big time, for when I got home, I pulled out an ice pack and placed it on my tender big balls.

Sunday was okay, as I just laid around my apartment, relaxing and enjoying the southern California weather. Monday I was up early as usual, and on the road to the compound, fighting the normal heavy LA freeway traffic. I arrived on time, went to my office and started doing my usual routine. By now, I was pretty much set into a normal pattern. Monday mornings, since the mail doesn't arrive until after noon, I work on payroll for a few hours, before working on receipts and what all I can find to do. As usual, I was zoned out, not paying any attention. I got up about twelve-ten to go to the dining room to have a bite to eat. One great thing about the Gomez family, they treat their employee's like family. We're all invited to the dining room for lunch, where a small buffet is provided. I walked out my door, and Rita stopped me, asking me something about a tax problem we were having with on the Coloma account, when I heard it. A loud female voice which it took me a while to recognize, as I heard "You! You fucking bean pole." I turned, and there she was.

I muttered out "Oh god, the gnat!"

She came storming my way demanding "What the fuck you doing in this house?"

I didn't have time to even respond, and nor did Rita, as she pulled her arm back, ready to try to nail me in the balls again. Uh-uh, ain't going to happen this time. I stepped back with my right foot, and put my hand down, blocking her blow and sending her flying on by, with her landing face first on the polished tiled floor. She got up, sputtering, with Rita screaming at her in Spanish. I heard a feminine laugh, and turned to look, but I heard the little bitch get back up on her feet and tried charging me again. But her face, which was one of anger, turned quickly into one of shock, as she was lifted easily off her feet. I looked to see Mr. Gomez gripping her by the waist, and he had a look even angrier than what hers was. He pressed her up against the wall, as she was screaming out obscenities. He shook her hard, and said something into her ear, and she froze. She turned her face to me, and glared, as she stopped fighting. He then pulled her body tight to his and carried her down to his office. Rita grabbed my arm, and pulled me into her office.

Oh shit, I'm toast. I took a seat, and so did she, exhaling hard. "I, uh, take it that was Isabelle."

Her eyes bulged out, and she sighed. "You two have met before."

"We were not properly introduced." I responded. She raised an eye. I said it as a smart ass comment, and I added "Well, I'm probably gone now anyway. I would just like to say that it was nice to work for you and your family, Ms. Gomez." I started to get up to leave and go clean out my desk so to speak.

She looked a bit pissed, as she said "Bull shit! Sit down, Anthony. You're not going anywhere yet. Not until you give me your side of the story."

I eased back down, and said "Okay." And I gave her my side of the story. It only took a few minutes, and when I was done, she asked "Did you recognize anyone with her?"

"Yes, well, sort of. That girl out in the hallway, the one that was chuckling when Isabel ended up falling on her face. She was there. I remembered because she had the same distinctive giggle on Saturday." I said.

A faint smile came to her lips, and she said "Thank you Anthony." She started to rise, and so did I, but she stopped me, saying "No, no, stay right here for now."

She left the room, closing the door behind her. Of course, I'm thinking of where the hell was I going to find a new job. I was pretty sure this wasn't going to work out. Yes, Ms. Gomez acted like everything was okay. But, working where the gnat lived, I wasn't too sure about that. Although, she did get a chuckle when I explained about Isabelle's new nickname. I was surprised when she didn't reprimand me over it. Ninety minutes later, she returned, as well as Mr. Gomez. I stood, and he motioned me to sit back down.

It was an interesting talk. No, I wasn't getting fired. As a matter of fact, she sort of begged me to stay. They told me about Isabelle. Twenty-seven years old, the baby of the family. Their mother died when she was three, and she was babied her entire life. It seemed that she had no duties with the business, and that she was allowed to do as she pleased. That is, until now. It was explained to me that the two oldest siblings had gotten tired of her care free spending. They admitted that they allowed her to go off for months at a time just to keep her out of their hair. But the past six months, she's been spending an extraordinary amount of money, and they decided this was going to stop.

They promised me that they would try to keep her under control around me, and just hoped that I did a good job restraining myself from harming her. I told them no problem. Then, Ms. Gomez finally closed our little meeting, by asking "Have you finished payroll?"

I said "Yes, the checks are ready to be signed."

"You'll need to make one more check, for a Maria Jose Gonzalez." I recognized the name. I've been transferring money into her bank account every pay period. Her title was personal secretary, to Isabelle. It hit me, that's the lady with Gnat. "Give her three weeks severance pay, and meet us at the front door in twenty minutes."

I stood, and said "Thank you. I, um."

Mr. Gonzalez smiled, and lifted his hand up and waved me off. I went to my office, and I heard crying coming from down the hall. I wrote out the check, making the proper deductions and such, and soon I was on my way to the front door. Getting there, the two oldest Gomez siblings were standing there, and they opened the door, escorting a lady out. The same lady from the bar and the hall. Cute thing, really, and I sort of felt sorry for her, as I approached and started to hand Mr. Gomez the check. He shook his head no, and gestured that I was to give it to her. She looked at me, a bit of anger on her crying face, as I handed her the check. She turned and walked down the walkway towards a waiting limo, got inside, and I never heard her name mentioned in the house again.

I did think it was interesting that he had me give her the check personally. I wondered why? A form of revenge? Perhaps. I returned to my office, and finished the day out, although now it was a bit longer, since I had to make up almost two hours of work that I had lost. One of the maid's, whose name is Anna, brought in a tray of food to me at about four, with her saying "Ms. Gomez said you might be hungry."

I smiled, saying "Tell Ms. Gomez that I thank her, please."

Anna smiled, and left me to my food and work. I didn't leave until well past six, and once home, I was emotionally drained. I was still having bed feelings returning to work for them. As a matter of fact, I was up most of the night, thinking that I ought to just call it quits there and move on to another job. But, I did show up, usual time, and I went straight to my office and began working away. Yesterday's fiasco did cause me to forget to do a few things, such as go over the bills and checks that came in the mail on Monday. I was caught up quickly, though, and working on a daily report, when Mr. Gomez knocked on my door. I stood, and asked "Yes sir?"

He entered, and I saw his arm as he pulled someone in behind him. They came to my desk, and there stood the Gnat. He cleared his throat, and said "We should finally introduce you to our youngest sister, Isabelle Gomez." I reached out with my hand, and she grudgingly lifted her arm up, where I shook a very limp hand.

I said "Please to meet you, Ms. Gomez."

Her brother said firmly "This is Anthony Donellie, Isabelle. You can call him Anthony."

She replied harshly "I'd prefer to call him Bean Pole."

I smirked, and he looked like he was going to explode. Instead, he said "Isabelle here is to report to you every Friday for her paycheck. Which, will be one hundred dollars a week."

Her head snapped around, and looked up at her brother, saying angrily "You said two hundred!"

He responded, "What's his name?"

She turned to look up at me, and harshly said "Anthony."

"Once you learn to say his name correctly, you'll stay at one hundred per week. Understand?" She didn't move, just stood there, staring at me coldly with those deep dark eyes. I cracked a smile, as I was finding it rather amusing. "Isabelle will be in the office next to yours. She will be going over your daily reports, to learn where our money comes from, and where it should be going to. Please print out the past two years of reports, and have them on her desk tomorrow."

I said "Yes sir."

He turned, and started to leave, but she was still standing there, glaring at me. "Come on, Isabelle. Anthony has important work to do. He hasn't time to play your games."

She turned and looked at him, and lowered her chin and followed him out the door. Actually, for only being a bit over four feet tall, she does have a hell of a body on her. And I admired it as I sat down while watching her leave. Okay, back to work, and I had things to get done. More things, now. Not a big problem, as I now had everything on the computer, and I quickly had reports printed out for the requested amount of time.

At lunch, I ate well. And I noticed quite a few of my fellow employees smile when they saw I was there. The smiles looked to be of admiration, and it became quickly obvious that what I had done with Isabelle had caused me to become some sort of minor hero to them all. The rest of the day was uneventful, as was the week. For that matter, all went well for the next two months. It was early December when Mrs. Ramirez came into my office. I've rarely seen her, as she usually stays in the residence part of the house. Rather good looking, a bit plump, and every time I've had the privilege of talking to her, she's been great to be around.

"Anthony, we're having our Christmas exchange again this year. You'll need to draw a name out of this jar." she stated. I smiled, I had heard that this was coming from the other employees. I stuck my hand in, and pulled out a name. I wondered if she saw a negative response on my face, as she said "Now, if you've drawn your own name, please put it inside and draw another." I cleared my throat, saying "No, I've someone else�s."

She smiled, saying "Good, now, I'm not sure if anyone told you, but there's a fifty dollar maximum."

I smiled, "Yes, I've heard that."

"Okay Anthony, now remember, we need your gift, with the name of who it's going to, under the tree by December twentieth. At our Christmas dinner on the twenty-third, we will open the gifts. Oh, and don't forget to put who it's from on the inside of the gift as well."

I smiled, "Sure, Mrs. Ramirez."

I plopped down on my chair, and exhaled hard, while looking at the name. Isabel Gomez. Oh boy, lucky me. Now what the heck do I do? Well, for one, get back to work. Hard thing to do, as I kept thinking this turn of events over and over inside my head. It was the twelfth of December. I had eight days. After work, I went to a mall, and did some looking. Hell, I had not a clue as to what to get her. I mean, what does one get for someone that despises you? I went on home, empty handed.

Next day at work, as I was sitting there at my desk, I was thinking once again. I wasn't paying any attention, when Anna came into the room. She looked at me, smiling, saying "I'm sorry, Tony. But I forgot to sweep you room last night."

I smiled, "Oh, that's okay, Anna. Go right ahead and sweep."

She used her broom to sweep the tile floor, as I watched. And an idea came to me. "Um, Anna, can I talk to you for a minute, in private?"

She turned to look at me, then she smiled, and went to the door and closed it. "Sure Anthony, what is it?" she asked as she came to the desk.

"Well about this Christmas gift exchange, you see, I know we're not supposed to tell anyone else whose name we've drawn, but well, I drew a name, and I'm at a lost on what to get her."

She smiled. Her forty-something face brightened, as she said "That's okay. You're new here, and since it's obviously not me, I'll gladly help you. And I'll be quiet about it as well." She then asked "Now, whose name did you draw."

"Isabel." I said, a bit dejectedly.

Her eyes got big, and she said "Oh my."

I chuckled, "Yes, oh my, indeed."

"I can see that you most definitely have a problem." was her response. Gee, that helps a lot. "However, I do know a lot about her, and I think I can help guide you in the right direction."

I happily stated "Really?"

She laughed, "Yes, you see, Isabel collects miniature figurines of horses. She has a large collection in her room."

Smiling, I said "Well, that makes it a lot easier."

"Tell you what." she said with a soft giggle, "Why don't you go buy the gift, bring it in and I'll wrap it for you, okay?"

I smiled, "Sure, I would be very grateful to you for it."

She smiled, and went and opened the door, and went back to work. I was elated, looking forward to getting something for her and having Anna wrap it up. That evening after work and a nice dinner, I went back to the mall. I quickly found a nice crystal figurine of a horse, for under fifty dollars, and I had it boxed and was soon on my way home. The next day, I took into work, and when I saw Anna, I mentioned that I needed to see her. She smiled, came to my office and took the gift from me, saying that she would wrap it and bring it back to my office so I could go put it under the tree myself. True to her word, she returned an hour later with the gift. During lunch, I went and placed the gift under the tree in the dining room.

The day of the employee Christmas party. Since this event is for all the employees, the Gomez family has it catered, so the kitchen and maid staff can attend and not have to work. I was sitting next to one of the cooks at one of the three tables as we ate, as well as a maid on the other side of me. The dinner was great, eight courses, and wine. I was stuffed, when Mr. Gomez, right after the caterers left with the dessert plates, stood, and said some words. Mostly praising us on a job well done for another year. Then, he went to the tree with his brother-in-law, Mr. Ramirez and started picking up gifts and brought them to the table, handing them to whoever the name tag said they belonged to. A small, neatly wrapped box was placed in front of me, and I looked around. All were smiling, but none were attempting to open their gifts yet. The three tables were set up in a u-shape, with the Gomez family in the middle. Mr. Gomez then pointed at the table that I was not at, and said "Okay, each of you open your gift, and show what it is and who it's from."

Gifts were being opened, one by one, and when that table was finished, it was my tables turn. I was the fourth person to take my present and unwrap it. A small box, maybe six inches square. I opened it to find tissue paper. I pulled the tissue out, and saw it. Well, interesting. I pulled it out, and lifted it up, a piece of coal in my hand. I read the name at the bottom of the box, "Isabelle." I smiled, looked out at everyone and said cheerfully, "Wow, a young diamond!" Not a word was spoken, as I placed it in front of me and added just as cheerful as before "I'll set it on my desk and watch it slowly change into a beautiful diamond."

I heard a chuckle, looking up, it was Mr. Gomez. I grinned at him, and he let out a laugh, and he raised his hands and clapped them together. The others, all save for Isabel, did likewise, as she glared at me. The rest of my table finished opening their gifts, then the Gomez family began, from oldest to youngest, save the Ramirez children, who each opened a small gift first that were given to them by their parents. Isabelle was the last person, as she was the youngest. I wondered what reaction she would have when she opened the figurine. Would it be of mockery? Now, everyone had mentioned who their gift was from, and quite a few had figured out who her gift was from. I could tell, as some were looking at me with a grin, as she picked the gift up, a wicked smile on her face.

She tore off the paper, and then opened the box up, and peered inside, and her mouth dropped. I heard her gasp, "Oh."

Her sister Annette leaned over, and asked "So what is it, Isabelle?"

Annette's face brightened up, as she said "Oh wow, that's beautiful!"

She reached inside the box, and pulled out the item, and I about died. A necklace. Silver, with a large diamond pendant hanging from it. I heard gasps of surprise from almost everyone, save for Anna. And Mr. Gomez and his sister Rita. Annette stood up, and still holding the necklace, placed it around her younger siblings neck, asking "So who is this from?"

Isabelle pulled the name out of the box, saying very softly "Anthony."

I looked at Mr. Gomez, and he was grinning, looking at someone else, as he winked. I looked over at the other table, seeing Anna wink back slyly. Shit, I was set up. Annette sat back down, and I noticed a deathly silence. Then, all of a sudden, Isabelle stood up and went rushing out of the dining room. Mr. Gomez wasn't fazed, as he said "Well then, this was a memorable Christmas, if I do say so myself. How about we all move to the great room where we can have some more Christmas cheer."

We all rose and filed out of the room and into the large great room. Well, I soon found I was the center of attention, as people were smiling and patting me on the back, telling me 'good job!' and the like. An hour later, as more and more people left, I found myself with Anna and Mr. Gomez. I smiled, saying "You two set me up."

I heard a soft laugh behind me, and there stood Ms Gomez, as she said "Actually, there were more involved."

"I'm sure there were." I stated with a pleasant smile. I asked "So, why did you do this to her?"

He laughed, "Pretty obvious, isn't it? To humiliate her. I'm sure she has realized that we had set her up. Heck, even the coal was what we told her to get you." I looked at my employer, and she smiled "Actually, Anna suggested it to her."

Anna grinned, "Yes, but the whole idea was Annette�s."

I turned to Mrs. Ramirez, and I said "I'm not sure if it's polite to thank you or not."

They all laughed, and Mr. Gomez said "Don�t worry about it, my boy." He looked a this watch, and said "It's getting late, why don't you go take a bed in one of the rooms above the garage. Anna will see to you having linens and such."

I protested, "Oh no, I can't do that."

He laughed, "You've had a bit to drink, we don't need our bookkeeper getting picked up for DUI now, can we!"

I knew I wasn't going to win, as Anna laughed and took me to the garage and showed me to an empty room. She came back with sheets and a blanket, and made my bed as I watched. Leaving, I said "Um, thanks, I guess." She smiled, and started to leave, and I stopped her, asking "Um, Anna, can I ask you a personal question?"

She blushed, "About Mr. Gomez and I?" I grinned, and my turn to blush. She giggled, "Yes, I'm his lover."

I said "But, he's not married? Why do you guys hide it?"

She giggled again, came and gave me a hug and a soft kiss on the chin, stating "Because I prefer it this way." She broke away from me, and patted me on the butt, saying "Good night."

"Yeah, good night." I said, as I closed the door. Nice room, actually. A large queen bed, and a bath that was shared with the next room. I stripped down, showered and crashed. I heard a knock at the door, and opening my eyes, I saw the sun streaming in through the window. I said "Coming!" as I got my bearings, looked at my watch, and about shit. It was pushing nine, as I cracked the door open, and there stood Anna. She grinned, saying "Mr. Gomez sent me to fetch you. You overslept."

I defended myself, "Well, I had no alarm clock." She laughed, "Yeah, we know." She pushed some clothes through the crack of the door, saying "Your suit is probably dirty, put these on."

I grabbed them and said "Thanks."

She was pulling the door closed, when she said "See you in the dining room for a late breakfast."

I quickly pulled on the boxers, and saw they fit fine. Then the jeans and the shirt, and I quickly saw that they fit perfectly. Okay, alarms going off in my head. And the gym shoes fit as well. Now, I'm 6'-9", it's hard to find clothes to fit, and no one here is close to my size. Not even my size fourteen feet! So, what's up? I finished tying my shoes, which were new, and I went to the main house and into the dining room. Rachel, one of the maid's was sitting in the corner, and she smiled, came over to me and asked "What would you like for breakfast, Anthony?"

I replied "Oh gee, I don't know."

"How about I just get you a western omelet?" she stated.

I said, "Sure, that'll be fine."

"Orange juice or coffee."

"Um, both, please." I smiled as she walked out of the room and into the kitchen. I exhaled, wondering what was up. Hell, I had a feeling already.

As I sat and waited, Mr. Gomez entered the dining room, looked at me, and smiled, He said as he walked towards the kitchen, "Please come to my office when you're finished eating."

I responded with "Yes sir." Then again, maybe I'm being canned. My breakfast soon arrived, and as I started to eat, Mr. Gomez came back out and headed out towards the hall. I ate quickly, downing my orange juice and picked up my coffee and walked out towards where he had gone.

His secretary was gone, so I knocked at his door. I heard him say "Come in."

Entering, I saw him sitting at his desk, reading something. He glanced up, and motioned me to sit. He asked "How was breakfast?"

"Fine, sir." I responded.

He looked up, and smiled, "You've any questions this morning?"

I cleared my throat, and fidgeted in my seat. Someone came into the room behind me, and the door was closed. Oops, as it turns out, someone�s. There were the two older sisters, Ms. Rita Gomez, and Mrs. Annette Ramirez. I stood, saying "Good morning, ladies."

They both smiled, and took seats at the edge of his big desk. I sat back down once they were seated, and said "Well, I have a suspicion that something is going on here."

They all three smiled, and looked at each other. Mr. Gomez then spoke, saying "Anthony, as you've guessed, we do have something for you to do. We want you to court our little sister."

I knew that this was going to be the issue, and I casually stated "Even though she hates my guts."

"Actually, she hates most people guts, so that's a moot point." stated her sister Annette.

Rita went on, "She figured out rather quickly that she was set up by us. She wouldn�t' even answer her door this morning."

I chuckled, "Well go figure. I mean, that was pretty rotten to do."

Mr. Gomez laughed, "Yes, it was. But the time passed a long time ago when we should have put her in her place. Last night was the start of it."

"You see Anthony, we do care for her. But well," Annette paused, "She's gotten a bit out of hand. Uncontrollable for the most part."

"And how do you expect me to handle her?" I asked. "Last time she was within arms reach when she was angry, she damn near tore my privates off."

"Just be nice to her." Stated Rita. "She knows that you're probably going to be trying to win her over."

Oh shit. "You, um, told her?"

"Frankly Anthony, we told her that if she doesn't date you, we'll cut her off completely." stated Mr. Gomez.

"You known of course, there's more involved here." added Rita. I looked at her, waiting for her to continue. "Mr. Ramirez also started at the bottom, and he and Annette fell for each other. He's now part of the family. You will become part of the family as well once you succeed at winning her heart."

"Is that before or after she cut's my heart out." None laughed, but then, I wasn't amused myself. I cleared my throat, "Listen, I admire what you're trying to do here. But Isabelle and me getting together is like throwing a match into a can of gasoline. I really don't see that it will work." I looked at them, all three were rather stone faced. I sighed, and leaned back into my seat, "Well, I guess I could just consider it part of the job."

Annette smiled, "You will be moved into the apartments above the garage, where you slept last night. There are three bedrooms up there. One of which will remain empty. There's a living room and an small kitchenette that you can use. You will have maid service, so no need to bother about laundry and cleaning."

"You said three bedrooms, one is to be unoccupied. If I'm in one, who will be in the third?" I asked.

She didn't miss a beat, "Isabelle, of course. Now, there's plenty of storage space there, our groundskeeper and one of our other men will follow you to your apartment and retrieve all of your clothes. As for your furniture, we'll sell it."

"She's living in the apartments as well?" I asked, not believing what I had just heard.

"Of course," stated Rita. "Of course, she's not too happy about this."

The sarcasm in my words would have flooded the place, "Really? Imagine that?"

Mr. Gomez snorted, and smiled at me, but the two sisters weren't as amused as he. He then said, "One more thing, Anthony. You two will be living on a budget. Your salary only. You control the purse strings, and we will be charging you for room and board."

"Great, just what I always wanted." Yes, I was being smart. Maybe I was hoping that they would get annoyed, and they would tell me to get lost. No such luck.

"Don't try to be cute, Anthony. We've had to deal with her for the past twenty-seven years. You ain't nothing compared to what we've been through." hissed out Rita.

I frowned, and asked "Am I staying at the same salary? After all, I'll have an extra mouth to feed."

"She'll be working as well, and she will be receiving more duties. So, no, you won't get an increase." was Rita's response. "We'll discuss the cost of room and board and utilities after New Years."

That puzzled me. They giving me time to find a way to get out of this? "So now what do I do?" I asked.

"Go home and get packing. Roberto and Jose will be there in two hours to help you pack up." said Mr. Gomez.

I sighed, and got to my feet. I was surprised when both women stood, came around and gave me a hug. Mr. Gomez then shook my hand, saying "Welcome to the family."

I took a deep breath, and said "I just hope I survive long enough to enjoy it."

He laughed as he slapped me on my back. I left and went out and got into my truck and headed up to Tustin. Once at my apartment, I wasn't surprised to see a bunch of packing boxes, folded neatly, by the front door. I opened the door and went inside, and started packing. Sure the hell they don't mind the cat. I dug out the cat carrier, and got it ready, before I started unfolding the boxes and packing my clothes and belongings. Didn't take long. Heck, I don't have much! Roberto and Jose showed up just as I finished getting my clothes boxed up. As they loaded those boxes up, I started loading up personal items from out of the bathroom, the kitchen and whatever else I could find. I was pretty sure that they had already taken care of the rental. I also packed up my television and my stereo, and my CD collection.

Then we loaded the remaining stuff in my truck and theirs as well. Then the drive back down to Mission Viejo. The two didn't say much the whole time as we unloaded the vehicles and carried boxes upstairs to the apartment. I thanked them, and started to unpack my stuff. I quickly had my clothes put away, when I heard someone enter the upstairs. I stepped out of the room to find Rita, carrying a box. She smiled, saying "You get everything, Anthony."

"Yes Ms. Gomez." I responded. She smiled, "Anthony, please call me Rita from now on. You are family now."

I smiled back, as she took the box into the room next to mine. I didn't think anything of this at first, as I went on unpacking. I was just putting the last bit of clothing away, when I remembered my cat. I had left him in the truck, as I said "Oh shoot."

I rushed downstairs and opened the truck cab and retrieved a very pissed pussy. He was meowing up a storm as I took him upstairs and set the carrier down, returning to the truck to fetch the kitty supplies. After a few moments of setting his things up in the spare room, I let him out there. Then I went to work again on what I had packed and brought in. Annette and Rita showed up, each carrying suitcases and boxes. Annette saw my cat, and said "Oh my, we've an extra renter."

I smirked, when I saw her smile, "Cute. You're not going to charge my cat rent, are you?"

I heard Rita laughing from the room that was to be Isabelle's, shouting out "No, we won't be charging the cat rent."

I wondered if I would be lucky enough if Isabelle was allergic to cats. Fat chance, she has pony's. Since there's a large television in the living room, I put mine in my bedroom on top of the dresser, and hooked it up to the cable. Turning it on, I found it worked great. Rita came into my room, and I looked at her, smiled, and asked "You need my help moving her?"

She snorted, "Best if you just unpack your stuff, we're having issues at the moment."

"Gee, really?" I asked.

She grinned, saying "Don't get excited, you're not getting away that easily."

I smiled, and said "Actually, I'm looking at it as a challenge."

"Oh, it will be, I'm sure." She responded. She then looked towards the stairs, and said "Come on." as she reached and grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room. We went down the hall to the living room, and she had me sit on the couch. Sitting next to me, she asked "Okay, now, I did have one question, how experienced are you?"

I smirked, "I've used it with a woman before, if that's your question."

"Yes, it was. Sort of. But well, Annette and I want to know if you know how to please a woman." she asked softly.

"You want me to supply references, Rita?" I asked. She cracked a smile, and snickered. I said "Okay, I've been with three women in my life. Each time I would like to say I got better. Are you satisfied now?"

She smirked, "Well, guess your looks kind of held you back on dating, huh? Only three times?"

I sighed, rolling my eyes, "No, I said three women. I dated one for a good year. Another for six months."

Her face brightened, "Oh, well why didn't you say that?"

"Because you didn't ask!" I retorted.

She giggled, and stood, and said "Well, although we think Isabelle's not a virgin, we're not sure. I'm not sure what she enjoys in bed, but when you get that far, I'm sure she'll tell you."

Yeah, sex. I forgot about that. I chuckled, "Hope it doesn't include using her teeth."

As she walked away, she laughed as she said, "That�s enough Tony. Finish unpacking while we continue moving her stuff over."

She went on to the stairs, and I went back to work. It didn't take me long, really. I soon had my personal items stowed away, and was just putting things into the bathroom medicine cabinet, when it hit me. I'm sharing this bathroom with Isabelle. Shit, this isn't good! I heard one of the sisters moving things around in the next bedroom, but I kept the door closed. I thought of confronting whichever sister it was, but decided I would just wait. After all, it was Christmas Eve. Since I was done unpacking, I went about hooking up my stereo in the living room, as well as my computer. I really wanted to set it up in my bedroom, but there was not enough room. Once done with that task, I went into my bedroom and watched television, after closing the doors. Not that I was actually watching or paying any attention to anything, while my mind had all sorts of scenarios about the outcome of this, none of which were any good.

I finally looked at my watch, and saw it was pushing six. Damn, close to dinner time. Going to the closet, I went and pulled out one of my suits. I figured that formal attire was mandatory for the evening meal. Then, I went over to the house. Entering, I went to the dining room, and was met by Anna, who smiled and said "Dinner will not be served until seven this evening."

I said "Oh, no one told me when it's served, I was just figuring on it being at six."

"We eat late around here." She stated. "But come, we can go into the bar, and you can have a drink and watch the television until then."

I had only been in it once, that was last night during the party, "Sure, but I'll stay away from the alcohol."

She chuckled, as she opened the door and showed me in. Not very big, and it's all self service. A large plasma TV on the wall, which she quickly found the controller and handed to me, asking "What you want to drink, Anthony?"

"Oh, any soft drink will do." I replied.

As I went through the channels, she brought me over a cola of some sort, which I took and said thanks. I found a bowl game, and was watching it, when Mr. Gomez came in, and he smiled at me on his way to the bar, stating "I see you found the bar room."

I explained, "Actually, I found that dinner isn't until seven. Anna showed me a nice place to wait."

He laughed, as he grabbed a bottle of liquor, and a glass. He opened up a fridge and grabbed some ice, fixed himself a drink and joined me on the couch I was on. "All moved in Anthony?"

"Yes sir. I even have my computer hooked up. But I need to get it plugged into the phone line so I can get online." I responded.

"Good, glad to hear that you're settled in." he stated, as he started watching the game with me. Mr. Ramirez soon showed up as well. He pulled out a beer from the fridge and sat on the large couch with us, not saying a word for a spell. When there was conversation, it was between themselves. No, I didn't feel left out. For the most part, it was business talk. Anna came in and announced it was time for dinner, and we rose up, and went into the dining room. Okay, great, where do I sit? That was answered for me, as Rita came in, and said "Anthony, over here, please." I smiled, and came around the table, and she said "This will be your seat."

I chuckled, "Just as long as there's food that comes along with it, I'll be happy." I looked around, the table seats twelve, and there are nine place settings. Mr. Gomez of course sits at the end. The women came in, including Isabelle, and took their seats. Yeah, I was afraid of this, she was sitting right next to me. I didn't make a face, but she sure did. The two men started to sit, and so did I. Mr. Gomez said grace, and soon food was being brought in. Yeah, what a spread. First two appetizers, then a main course. Tonight it was roast beef, mashed potatoes and green beans. Of course, a couple bottles of wine were poured out as well. Then a cheesecake for dessert. I had seconds on the roast beef and mashed potatoes, and a second slice of cheese cake. As I polished off the second piece, I saw the others looking at me, seeing all that I had eaten. Rita cleared her throat, and asked "Anthony, where do you put all of that food?"

I smiled, shrugged, and said "My left leg tonight. Tomorrow probably my right."

Both older men snorted, and Mr. Ramirez said "Heck Rita, he's a young man. He needs to consume a lot of energy."

We all laughed, as another bottle of wine was brought out, and Anna carefully poured some in each glass. I saw no one was lifting theirs, so I waited. Once all was poured, Mr. Gomez lifted his glass, and made a toast for Christmas, and we all lifted ours, and took a drink. There was some light conversation after that point. I was chatting with Annette, who was sitting next to me, with her telling me about the pool and all. Then Mr. Gomez stood up, and he looked my way, and said "Anthony, would you care to join me in the bar."

It really wasn't a question. I said to Annette, "Excuse me, please." as I stood and followed him out of the dining room, along with Mr. Ramirez. Entering ahead of his brother-in-law, I heard him close the door behind me, while Mr. Gomez went to the bar, and looked up, asking "Care for a drink?"

"Um, a soft drink, sir." He glanced up, a surprised look on his face, and a smile soon followed.

"Very well." He grabbed a glass, and took out a coke and poured me one into a glass. He then went to the fridge and pulled out a beer. I went to the bar as did Paul, and I took my drink and sat on the bar stool, after seeing Paul do the same.

Mr. Gomez grinned, "You're doing well."

"Sir?" I said.

"Watching others, doing what they do. You don't make a move until you're sure it's proper." He stated.

I smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Gomez."

He snorted, "In this room here," he waved his hand, "You can call me Ricardo." He then gestured to Paul, adding "And of course him Paul."

I smiled, saying "Okay."

"Outside this room, unless we're in a private conversation, it will be a formal greeting. The ladies of course, prefer their first names from you, but I do request that you use a formal title when you use their first names, understand."

"No problem, Ricardo." I answered.

"Do you know why I have rules like this, Anthony?" he asked.

"Discipline." I stated.

He smiled, looked at Paul, and said "What did I tell you, Paul? He'll do just fine." He then turned to me, "From day one, Anthony, I saw in you the discipline in someone that I wanted as an employee. Yes, you can be a smart aleck, but even that has some discipline in it. You seem to use it at the right situation."

"Thank you, I appreciate you saying so." I said with a smile.

He sighed, "Now, my sister Isabelle."

Paul snorted, "At least the meal went well."

I quipped, "Yes, she didn't try punching me once."

Both men chuckled, and Ricardo said "Yes, I consider that a step forward. Tonight will be the real test. She will be sleeping there in the apartment. Of course, you will notice something different when you get to the rooms." Okay, another twist? "While we ate, I had Roberto and Jose remove the doors from the bedrooms and bathroom."

My jaw dropped. Shit, is he crazy. I took a deep breath, and said "So you're punishing me as well?" His eyes bulged out, and I went on, "Ricardo, I'm a private person. I really do like being alone from time to time."

He looked me in the eye, and said "Work with me here, Anthony. I want to change her into a better person. And with your discipline, I believe you can pull it off."

I blurted out "She's going to flip out."

Paul laughed, "Wouldn't be the first time."

Ricardo then pulled out a sheet of paper, and said "Here, this is what you'll be getting to manage your household."

I took the paper, and looked at it. He had everything broken down, rent, board, utilities, vehicle expenses, and at the bottom, a list of what's not covered, followed by how much money we would have extra to have as extra. Seven hundred for the two of us. Well, that's a tidy sum. For me. For Isabelle, she can blow that in a week. I said "Well, not as bad as I thought. Although I'm sure it will be a lot rougher on her than I."

He chuckled, "Yes, I'm sure it is." He then asked "Oh by the way, you ever been on a horse before?"

"No, why?" I asked.

I heard Paul snicker, as he grinned, "You will this coming week. And, one day this week, I'll be sending you to my tailor. You will need better suits than what you have now."

"Out of your account, I hope." I said.

Paul roared with laughter, slapping me on the back, as Ricardo chuckled, and said "Yes, out of my account." We settled down from that, and finally, Ricardo asked me, "So tell us, Anthony, where you from?"

I began telling them my life. From where I was born in Philadelphia, to my mother moving to Santa Ana when I was only two. An only child, and growing up and attending school locally, including college. My mothers passing just two years ago. I told them my father lives in New York, from the last I heard, but that was when my mother died. I have an aunt, my mom's sister, living in Tempe, and my mom's brother up north in Portland. Both are married and have children older than I. They of course asked me questions about my hobby's and such. I stated that I would like to travel, but have yet had the chance. Of course I enjoyed watching sports, telling them that. And just being in the outdoors.

Finally, it was pushing eleven in the evening, and Ricardo smiled, saying "Well, it's almost time."

I said "Pardon?"

Paul laughed, "Church, Anthony. Midnight Mass."

Ricardo laughed, "Don't worry, you don't have to convert. Just tag along and look nice." He came around the bar, and put his hand on my shoulder as we walked to the door, saying "We are a religious family. No, we don't expect you to be, since Paul isn't either. But, we attend Sunday services every weekend." Out in the hall, I saw Rita standing there, a smile on her face as she looked at me then at her brother.

I smiled back, and Paul said "I'll be driving the van. Why don't you ride in the passenger seat?"

I inhaled, here goes nothing. We loaded up everyone into two vehicles, and away we went. I was slightly amused as once at church, things were arranged that I sat next to Isabelle. Actually, she looked gorgeous in the dress she wore. Too bad that frown spoiled it. Afterwards, we returned to the compound. Now the nervous part. Rita guided Isabelle in front of me, and then up the stairs to the apartment. I went on into my room, seeing that the doors had indeed been removed. I pulled my clothes off, and was hanging them up.

I didn't have a thing on, and with my back to the door, I heard Rita clear her throat. I turned, and said "Shit." as I grabbed a pillow off the bed and covered my crotch. I stammered out "Sorry, but since we've no doors..."

She giggled, "No problem, Anthony. Just letting you know that I'll send someone to wake you for breakfast." She looked back down at the pillow, and commented, "Well, you are proportioned nicely." She winked and walked to the door and I heard her leave.

I exhaled, tossed the pillow on the bed and went into the bathroom. Looking through her doorway, I could see the foot of her bed, as I turned and lifted the toilet seat and went pee. I didn't even crack a smile, when I heard her move around on the bed. I gave my pecker a good shake, and flushed the toilet, then turned and went to the sink to wash my hands, catching a glimpse of her peering around the door frame from where she had crawled on her bed. I rinsed my hands, then dried them, and as I walked out of the bathroom, I turned out the lights with one switch, before climbing into the bed. I was surprised, as I was out like a light.

A soft voice woke me, saying "Good morning, Anthony."

I rolled over, and saw Anna standing there in the doorway. I responded "Good morning."

"Breakfast will be available in forty minutes. I woke you early in case you wanted to shower." She came walking across the room, and opened the drapes to the large double doors. I had seen yesterday that they opened out onto a balcony, and she turned and started to walk back across the room. I started to get out of bed, but I froze, remembering that I was naked. She saw this, and giggled, saying "Don't be modest, Anthony.", she said as she went through the bathroom door towards Isabelle's room.

Well, that's interesting. I threw back the covers, and stepped out of bed. I stretched my body out and then walked into the bathroom. I was standing in front of the toilet, peeing when Anna went by behind me, asking "Are you going to shower?"

"Yes." I responded.

"I forgot to have Maria put towels in here yesterday. I'll get some while you're in there." She said, while walking out the door.

I went to the tub, started the water and adjusted it, then stepped inside and closed the curtain. I was washing my hair, when I saw Isabelle's short form silhouetted against the curtain, as she went to the toilet. Soon she was done, and she flushed. I was expecting it, as I stepped aside, not wanting to get burned by the hot water. I heard her giggle, as she left the room. Little gnat! I finished showering, and I opened the curtain. Stepping out, Anna just came in. I about fell trying to get the curtain to cover my hanging meat, but she just smirked, and handed me a towel. She then turned and left the bathroom, without saying a word. I dried off, my back to Isabelle's room, and I could hear her behind me, doing something in there.

I then went into my room once I was dried off, and pulled on some clothes. Then, off to breakfast. My usual seat. Far side from the door going into the bar room, fourth seat down from Ricardo's. I found that breakfast was made as people arrived. As the days went by, it was a different breakfast each day, on a rotating basis. But, it was cooked as ordered. Such as eggs or pancakes, or french toast. And of course, I ate lots. And that morning, as Ricardo watched me eat away, I chuckled as he said "I may have to raise the cost of board."

It was a beautiful Christmas day. The family gathered in the great room and gifts were opened by the three children of Annette. Then the adults. I wasn't surprised when I was given one, it being a book on sports trivia. Not a bad gift, I was happy to receive it. Someone did a lucky guess on picking it out, actually. At lunch, after spending the morning with the family watching parades on the big television in the great hall, Ricardo told me to change into jeans and a sweatshirt, as he was going to take me horseback riding.

An interesting experience. I had yet to venture into the stables. Of course, I had no reason to. He showed me the twelve horses, as well as Isabelle's three pony's. Then, he showed me how to groom them, and then to saddle them up. He picked out a older mare for me, and as I started to get up on the saddle, he said "Remember, horses smell fear."

I laughed, "Hope they enjoy the aroma."

He laughed as he climbed on top of a large stallion. And soon I was riding out into the countryside, getting use to my first time in the saddle. Not bad, I enjoyed it, as we rode for four hours. We talked, about life and all. He told me more about himself. I was surprised when he talked about Anna. I questioned why they weren't married, and he laughed, saying "Because she won't allow it!" From what he hinted at, it seems Anna enjoys being the head maid. And she doesn't want to stop working. Of course, Isabelle was brought up, and I mentioned that she is a bit curious, explaining about last night. He smiled, telling me that this is a good start. Then he surprised me, by saying that both Rita and Anna had told him about my physical attributes. I turned beet red from embarrassment over that.

Once back in the barn, he said "You did well, Anthony. Maybe after a few weeks of riding, you can take Isabelle out."

"She doesn't go out alone?" I asked.

"No, we don't allow lone riding here. Too dangerous. She only rides with me, if I'm in the mood." was his response. Interesting, I took note of that.

I went back to the apartment and found Isabelle watching the television in the living room. Since I smelled like a horse, I showered and got into a suit. Dinner wasn't for another almost two hours. I thought about going to the bar room, but decided now was a good as time as any. I went to the fridge, and opened it. I smiled, plenty of soft drinks, and some beer. I grabbed a coke, closed the door and opened the can up, and came to the couch. She looked up at me, a sneer on her face. Okay, whatever. I'm going to sit on the couch anyway.

She grumbled, and moved even closer to her end. I started to watch the show she was watching, some old movie. I asked "What you watching?"

"A movie, bean pole." She hissed out.

I chuckled, and shook my head. Well, better start now. "Listen Gnat! I'm not all that thrilled at what they're doing either. But you had best start getting use to the idea. Because who knows what they'll come up with next, you understand me?" Damn, I think that last part hit home.

"What more can they do to me?" she demanded.

"Throw you out onto the street and let you fend for yourself." I replied. Noting more was said. She finally got up to change into a dress, and we went to the main house. Separately. Nice dinner, just like the previous night. Afterwards, it was Paul, Ricardo and I in the bar room once more. Of course, I gave Ricardo a report, and he just smiled. The week flew by, as it was a short week anyway. I of course went to see Ricardo's tailor, and ten suits were made for me. Annette went along, and she picked out a good thirty ties. And these weren't cheap ties either. She did take me to lunch, and we talked. Mainly just re-hashing out everything that was discussed before. We returned to the compound after lunch, and she informed Ricardo that my new wardrobe would be ready by New Years Eve. She informed me that we were to attend a ball, at Dana Point, and I was to wear a tux. Hell, I've never even seen a tux in person, much less wear one! But one was delivered with all of my suits, and I now had a closet stuffed full of clothes.

By New Years Eve, Isabelle was actually talking to me. Although it was usually answering my questions, with a yes or a no. For the Dana Point event, we left in a limo, with Roberto driving. It was a bit cramped with Ricardo, Anna, Rita, Annette, Paul, Isabelle and I in the back. And we did talk. Well, everyone but Isabelle. Mostly they were telling me what to expect and all. Of course, I admitted that I can't dance a lick, much to the amusement of all. Even Isabelle snorted at that bit of news. Not that I was really wanting to dance with her anyway.

An interesting evening. The women attending were unbelievable! I've never been surrounded by so many fine looking ladies. Yes, the four with us looked fabulous, and they compared well with the other hundred women or so. But the amount of them there was a bit overwhelming. Unfortunately, because I was a late addition to the event, which price probably would have cost me at least three months salary, Isabel and I sat at a table away from the others. The table sat ten, and I soon found myself talking to everyone there, informing them that I am an employee of the Gomez family, and that I am escorting Isabelle for the evening. I would see the rest form time to time while we ate the dinner, which was totally unbelievable, and then the ball itself. No, I didn't dance, although I did ask Isabelle. She smirked, and I just smiled, thanking god that she didn't say yes.

I had been drinking the wine during the evening. Not much, during the six hours there from seven-thirty until we left at one-thirty, I had maybe four glasses. I also had plenty of water. I didn't pay much attention to what all Isabelle drank.

I damn well should of!

Since we didn't dance, we pretty much sat there, and I spent my time talking to others. Isabelle sat there silently. And drank. Annette came to our table, all smiles, and said "Time to go, guys." I smiled, stood, and turned, and about died. The Gnat had that glazed look in her eyes.

I said "Oh my."

Annette sputtered out "Oh shit." She then turned to me "How much did you let her drink?"

I protested "I didn't, I mean," I turned to look down at Isabelle. She was starting to slide down the chair and onto the floor. Both of us grabbed an arm, me her right, and Annette her left, and we pulled her back up. Annette was glaring at me, and I said "Well, I guess she has had a few more than I." Isabelle giggled, a smile on her face. I chuckled, "At least she's finally smiling."

Annette was not as amused by this as I. She said "Stay here, don't let her go anywhere."

Well no shit. Soon the others were over, and Ricardo took one look and just frowned, shaking his head in disbelief. He gestured to her "How did this happen?"

Another couple at the table said "Easy, he was talking to us, and wasn't paying any attention to her."

I gestured towards them, saying "There you go."

Annette asked "Why didn't you talk to her?"

The lady of the other couple snorted out "She wasn't wanting to talk to no body."

I looked at Ricardo, and he just sighed, and said "Pick her up, carry her out to the limo."

He turned to go away, and I knew better than to argue. Turning, I looked down and saw Isabelle smirking, trying hard to keep her eyes open. Well hell. I bent at the knees, put an arm behind her back and another underneath her thighs, and picked her up. She put her right arm across the back of my shoulders, and said "Wheeeeeee." as she kicked her feet. Annette was still glaring at me. Rita was sort of smiling, although she seemed to be a bit pissed. I also think she had a bit more to drink. I followed them as I carried Isabelle. Damn, I guessed her to weigh in at around ninety pounds or so, so I was hoping I didn't have far to go.

Once in the limo, where I almost dropped her on her ass, Annette let it fly, as the others watched. Of course, I had drank just enough to yell back at her. No, I can't remember what was said. And once back at the compound, Ricardo told me "Take her upstairs and get her to bed."

Great, no help there, as I watched them walk away from the limo. I sighed, reached in and pulled her by her arms to the door. Then, I picked her up as I had done before, and went to the door. Shit, I needed a hand. I lowered her feet down, and opened the door and picked her back up, and up the stairs I went, almost falling twice. You know, for being a midget, she's a heavy little bitch. And she kept waking up, groaning. Yeah, the type of groan one makes when they're about ready to hurl. I've never gotten that drunk. But since I went to college for four years, I knew the sound. I rushed for the bathroom, and was just inside it, when her upped body convulsed, and I was met with the wonderful smell and sight of fresh vomit. All over my chest and her dress. I got her on her knees by the toilet for outburst number two through four, as she filled the commode with what she had for dinner. I started to walk back into my bedroom, but I saw I was dripping with her puke. I turned, and switched the ceiling exhaust fan on, and peeled my clothes off right there. I then went to the doors for the balcony, and took my clothes out and laid them over the railing, soiled side up. I was now naked, as I went back to the bathroom. She was laying along the side of the toilet, groaning. I smirked, and pulled her up to her knees, and asked "You think you're through?"

She nodded her head yes, before saying "No!" as she hurled once more, as I had my arms around her waist. I heard someone laugh, and I turned to see Rita.

She looked at my body, and said "Rushing the gun, aren't you?"

"Funny!" I shot back. "She threw up on both of us, my tux is hanging over the balcony railing."

"Yeah, I know, I saw you put it there. I could smell the puke from a hundred feet away." She said while laughing.

"You going to help me here?" I asked.

She raised her hands up, saying, "I don't want to get covered with it too."

I rudely said "Thanks a fucking lot, Rita." She laughed, as I stood Isabelle up on her knees, unzipped the back of her dress and pulled it off her shoulders. I turned back to Rita, as I unclasped Isabelle�s bra, "Could you at least get me something to put her and mine clothes in? I'll put them out by the door once I get us both washed up."

She snorted, "You going to wash her?"

"Are you going to?" I asked, and I quickly added "I don't need to smell this all damn night long, you know."

I pulled her bra off, and as she leaned forward over the toilet, I pulled her dress down to her knees, and her panties as well. Rita was giggling, saying "I'll go get Anna, she can get something to take away the smell."

She left the room, and I sighed. I grabbed her waist, and pulled her back, lowering her body to the floor, and I removed her dress and panties the rest of the way. Then I peeled her nylons off. I chuckled, wondering where her shoes had ended up. I took her clothes and put them out with mine. Then I went to the bathtub and started the water up. As I was laying her into the tub, I heard Rita as she came into the apartment, and she wasn't alone. I turned to see her and the other two women come in, as I reached over and grabbed a towel and wrapped it about my waist. I said "Our clothes are on the balcony." Rita had a plastic garbage bag in her hand, and she snorted as she went to the balcony.

As she smirked and walked into my bedroom, she said "You deserve this, you know."

I protested, as I grabbed the handheld shower and rinsed off Isabelle's front. She was sort of awake, but not really on this planet. Looking at me, at her naked breasts, then back at me. I had her rinsed off, and I reached over and grabbed a washcloth and the tube of liquid soap. I started soaping her up, rubbing her full breasts, trying not to admire them too much at the moment. "Wash her hair, Anthony.", ordered Rita. I sighed, dropped the washcloth, and grabbed the hand held, turned on the water and started rinsing her hair out. The shampoo was above me, so I stood to get it. While leaning over her, my towel fell, and the three women roared with laughter. And, as I leaned back, Isabelle reached up and out and grabbed my hanging cock.

I let out a hiss, as I gently pried her fingers from around my meat, and got back down on my knees, as she watched my dangling shaft. I didn't bother with the towel, as I worked the shampoo into her hair, and turned to Rita, asking "You all get a good look!"

Rita snorted, "Oh come on Anthony, don't get upset."

I grumbled as I worked on washing Isabelle's hair, who was leaning forward in the tub, her knees now pulled up to her chest. I took the hand held again, and started rinsing the soap from her long curly hair. Well, actually, it was quite stringy at the time, and Rita said "You better use some conditioner."

I tersely said "You get it. I don't want to be grabbed again."

Rita was giggling as she came around and got the bottle of conditioner, while I continued rinsing the soap out of Isabelle's hair. I lifted my hand, and Rita poured some into my palm, and I worked that into Isabelle's hair. I then went to washing her body with the washcloth, working on her far side, leaning over and across her back, and then scrubbing her back. "Get her squeaky clean, Anthony." chided her older sister.

I was doing her shoulders, and then her arms and her right side. She had her knees pulled up to her chest still, and I was trying to get her to move them so I could wash them as well as her breasts and belly. But she wouldn't budge, mumbling something. I grinned, as I lowered my left hand behind her and to her ass, and moved my middle finger down her crack quickly to her little anus. Her eyes flew open, and her legs shot straight out as her hands flew behind her. Yep, that did the trick, as I went on washing her front. She was glaring at me, even in her drunken stupor. Yeah, I'm sure she was going to remember this.

I then rinsed out the conditioner, and the soap off her body, before turning the water off for good. Then I realized that I had another dilemma. I still had her vomit on me. I sighed, stood, stepped into the tub and had her get to the far end, as I closed the curtain. I quickly showered, washing my hair and body clean, before turning off the water for good. By now, Rita was still there, but the other two had gone.

I smiled, as I saw Rita on the floor on her hands and knees, wiping the floor with a wet cloth. I stepped one foot out of the tub, and reached down and slipped my arms under Isabelle's and easily lifted her up to her feet. She groaned, as I slid my hands across her belly, right underneath her breasts. And then I lifted her up and swung her out of the tub. I set her feet on the floor and stepped out with my other foot, grabbed another towel, and started drying her hair, as she leaned back against me. I soon discovered that this wasn't going to work, so I moved her over to the toilet, set the lid down and had her sit on that. I wrapped her hair into the towel, and then grabbed another and started drying her body off.

Her face had that puzzled drunk look on it, eyes glazed over and mouth hanging open. And her hand kept reaching out and touching me. I had no idea what the fuck she was thinking, but her antics seemed to make Rita giggle. Twice her hand came up along my thigh, and I had to brush it away. I had her lean back against the toilet tank, and I started drying her legs. I got one hell of a moan when I ran the towel softly along her pubic mound. And when I moved the towel down her left leg, she whimpered, causing Rita to giggle some more. I almost had her dried off, when I smelled the strong smell of some household cleaner. Turning, I saw Rita had pulled some bottle out of the cabinet under the sink, and had poured some out onto the floor. She started wiping the floor down with the rag, and then worked on the vanity, sink and tub. I was done drying Isabelle, and I stood, put my arms around her torso and lifted her up, and carried her to her bedroom. I pulled back the covers, and as I was laying her down, she grabbed my arms, pulling on them, as if she wanted me to join her.

I was surprised at first, but I chuckled, and pulled her hand off my arm, and tucked her in. She was looking up at me, and I really can't describe the look she had on her face. I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand, and left the room, turning out the light as I entered the bathroom. Rita was washing her hands, as I came in. I grabbed my towel and covered myself. She saw me in the mirror and was smirking, saying "Don't you think it's a bit late for that?"

I blushed, as I went on by her and into my bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. She soon came out of the bathroom, and came to me. She leaned over and gave me a kiss, and said "You did a fine job, Anthony."

I laughed, "Yeah, well, I'm sure she'll be raising hell once she wakes with a hangover and remembers all of what I did. And then there's Annette, she's probably pissed as hell."

She laughed, and sat next to me on the bed and put her arm around her, saying "Oh don't worry about Annette. Ricardo was okay with what happened, he'll talk to her, all right?"

I sighed, "Yeah, I guess so."

She reached over, patted my towel, and said "Well, you get some sleep then, okay?"

She kissed me again, and I smiled, "Yeah, sure." She stood and left the room, and I heard her go out the door of the apartment. My head hit the pillow and I was done.

I was wakened by the voice of Anna, as she said cheerfully, "Good morning, Anthony."

I opened my eyes, and closed them tightly. God the light! My head was pounding, as I grumbled out "Good morning." I rolled over, and looked at the clock, and saw it read five-ten. I heard her doing stuff in the bathroom, and I sat up, and opened my eyes again, wondering why was she waking me this early. Especially on New Years Day!

I heard her say to Isabelle, "Rise and shine, little one. Your brother says you two need to get a move on things."

Move on what things? I heard Isabelle's muttering out a few choice obscenities, and then she said loudly "Why am I naked?"

I snickered as Anna explained, "Because you had too much to drink and you threw up all over yourself and Anthony. He gave you a bath and..."

"He gave me a fucking what?" was her deafening loud question.

Yeah, just the response I was expecting. I heard her get out of bed, and in seconds she was in my room, the bed sheet wrapped about her body, demanding "Did you give me a bath?"

Ah shit, is she going to be difficult today? I threw the covers off of me, and swung my legs out, saying "Yep, sure did." I stood, and walked into the bathroom, and lifted the lid, adding "You stunk the place up pretty good last night. Probably ruined my tux and your dress."

I aimed and peed, smiling as I felt the relief of passing water. And there she stood, first watching my pecker, then looking up at me as I watched her out of the corner of my eye. "You god damn bean pole, I can't believe you had the audacity to strip me down and give me a bath."

I chuckled, giving myself a shake, and said "Yeah, but Rita thought it was pretty good. She watched." I turned to Anna, asking "What are we doing today, anyway?"

"We're going to the Rose Bowl parade." she said, grinning.

I smiled, saying "No shit? All right." I replied as I walked into my bedroom and went to my dresser. I opened it up and pulled a pair of boxers out, and Isabelle was standing there, glaring at me. While stepping into them, I asked "You going to get dressed, or do you need me to help you with that as well?"

Her eyes flew open wide, and she turned and stormed out of my room through the bedroom. I was getting a pair of socks, as I asked Anne, who was passing back through my room, "Is this formal?"

"Yes Anthony, it's formal." She said as she left the room. I continued to get dressed. Without my shirt on, I went into the bathroom to comb my hair and brush my teeth. After putting down the comb, in walked Isabelle, wearing her bra and panties. She was frowning at me, as she pulled out her curling iron and started to work on her hair. I brushed my teeth, and left the room, not saying a thing. Hell, I had nothing to say! I pulled on a shirt, and was buttoning it up, as I watched her from my room, as she did her hair. I grabbed a tie, and came back into the bathroom to put it on. As I did, I asked "Feeling okay?"

"I feel like shit." she stated.

"Not surprising, considering how much you vomited." She frowned, and I finished getting my tie on. I left the room, pulled on the suit coat and went on to the main house for breakfast.

Rita and Annette were sitting there, as was Paul and one of their kids, and Paul asked "Hey there, how you feeling this morning?"

I laughed, "A bit hung over, but better than your sister-in-law."

Rita and Annette both laughed, and Rita said "Did she wake up a bit grouchy this morning?"

I snorted, "Let's not go there." I looked at Annette, and said "Listen, about last night in the limo..."

She blushed, and raised her hand, "No, I'm sorry, I should not have been so rude."

I sighed, "Yes, but I should have been paying more attention to what she was doing."

She just laughed, as did Rita, and replied, "Don't worry about it. Just make sure you watch her a bit better."

"Well, I'll try. But I really don't think that I'll have much luck in stopping her from drinking." I replied with a frown.

Ricardo came into the dining room, and he smiled at me, asking how I was doing, and his sister as well. It seemed no one mentioned me bathing Isabelle last night, although I was sure they all knew. I was about done with my breakfast, when Isabelle arrived, taking her seat next to mine. Everyone said "Good morning." to her, buy she just grumbled some rather unintelligible stuff. She told Maria what she wanted for breakfast, and Ricardo asked "Well Isabelle, it looked like Anthony cleaned you up well last night."

She turned and stared at her brother, who just grinned. Nothing more was said, as he had a soft laugh. I just swallowed hard, not knowing what to expect. We finished eating, and we took two vans to Pasadena. We saw parts of the parade, and then the game. I found that Ricardo is a UCLA grad, and that Rita is a USC grad. They also get tickets for the Rose Bowl every year, and even though the whole family goes to the parade, only Ricardo and Paul go to the game. Well, starting with this game, I went as well. No, the seats weren't on the fifty yard line. We sat up in the north end zone, damn near to the top. Of course, we were opposite the large scoreboard, so that was nice. Not that I was complaining, heck, I had a blast.

Of course, after the game, it took a while to get out of traffic. As we rode home, Paul said "So you scrubbed her pretty good last night?"

Ricardo smirked, and I was afraid of saying the wrong thing. Clearing my throat, I responded with "Yeah, and it took a while to accomplish."

"Learn anything?" asked Ricardo.

Smiling, I said "Yes, she tends to be easier to control when she's plastered. But I really don't think that would be a good idea to keep her drunk all the time."

Both laughed, and Ricardo said "No, probably not."

I then asked something that was I had been wanting to ask, "I do have one observation, it seems that Rita and Anna don't seemed fazed much by walking into my apartment when I'm not wearing a thing."

Both laughed and Paul turned to me and said "Yeah, it takes getting use to. But don't expect them to walk in the buff, for they're rather modest."

I smiled, "Well, at first I was a bit shocked."

Laughing, Paul said "Yeah, same here. But don't worry, you'll get use to it."

"You're progressing fine, Anthony." stated Ricardo. And he cheerfully said "And I would say that you'll have won my sister over within a month."

With a wide grin, I said "Well, I sure hope you're right. Of course, at least she didn't try ripping my penis off last night."

They both laughed, as we went on down the road. It was getting late when we pulled into the compound. After parking, we went inside the main house where I got something to eat, then I went to my apartment. It was almost ten when I entered the apartment. I went into my room and changed into a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt, and went into the living room. There sat Isabelle, wearing a pair of sweats, and she looked up at me. Damn, was that the beginning of a smile? NO fucking way! I didn't really pay much attention, as I took a seat on the couch and asked "How you feeling?"

I wasn't looking at her, just at what she was watching on the tube. It took a few seconds, and she replied "I'm fine."

"Good." I turned to face her, and asked "You still ain't pissed about last night are you?"

She frowned, "Well, yes and no." Now that's interesting.

I mulled that over for a spell. I really didn't know what else to say. "How was the game?" she asked.

"Oh, fine. First time I've ever been to a bowl game." I chuckled, "First time I've been to a college game ever!" I chuckled, then asked "Did you enjoy the parade?"

She shrugged, "It was fine. I, um, sort of didn't feel my best this morning. , um, need to apologies." she said meekly.

That cause me to raise an eyebrow, as I asked "For what?"

"For being a bitch." was her response.

Oh god, it can't be this easy. I smiled, and reached over and patted her shoulder, saying "Don't worry about it."

She sighed, and after a few seconds, she said "You know, you're just too fucking nice."

After I had a good chuckle, I said "Well, I can slap you around some, if that will make you feel better."

Finally, a smile! God she looked radiant! "You know Beanpole, you do tend to make others laugh. Even me. Although I don�t want to admit it."

I smiled, "You know it's a lot better to go through life happy, than to be a real sour puss." She frowned at what I said, and I reached over, and with two fingers, I pushed the corners of her mouth up, saying "Come on, you were smiling for a second there, don't stop now!" She brushed my hand away, but she did keep the smile I pushed onto her face. Then she turned her face slightly downward, but she kept the smile. "You're even more beautiful when you're smiling."

Her smile did get bigger, then she was back to wearing a frown, as she lifted her chin up, and asked "Why are you saying that? You don't even like me."

I laughed, "I never said I didn't like you, I just don't like your attitude." The frown got bigger, and I sighed, "Listen, you just weren't a real bubbly and happy person when we first met you know."

She giggled, folding her hands together on her lap, "Well, you were in my way. And I thought you were making fun of me because of how short I am."

"How short you are? Shit Gnat, I'm six-foot nine, you couldn't imagine how difficult that is listening to all the ignorant jackass's asking me stupid questions such as 'How's the weather up there?'. And then there's the problem of low hanging objects as I'm always whacking my head on something." I lowered my head and pulled back the hair along the front of my scalp, saying "Here, go ahead and feel, I've got knots galore from bashing it so often that it's unbelievable."

I was surprised when she lifted her hand up and ran her delicate fingers across my forehead. She giggled, as she felt a knot or two, saying "Well, at least you don't get people almost stepping on you."

I smiled, as I took her hand into mine and pulled it down, and asked "So, can we be friends now?"

She blushed, but she didn't pull her hand away, as she said demurely, "Yes, I guess so." She looked over at the television, her show was now over, and she added, "Come on Beanpole, we have to work tomorrow."

I let her pull me up to my feet as she stood, and we walked to the hall. When we got to her door, I let go of her hand, saying "Good night, Gnat."

She giggled, reached behind me and playfully swatted my ass, saying "Good night, Beanpole."

I could have went through her room to get to the bathroom, but I didn't. I went on to my room by way of the hallway and went inside and began to take my clothes off. I saw the light in the bathroom come on, and lifting my head up, I saw her smiling at me, as she walked to the toilet, turned and dropped her sweats and sat on the can. She was still watching me, and I went on out of her range of view and crawled into bed and turned out the light.

I was wakened by Anna at the usual time for a work day. Yes, Anna comes in every morning and wakes me. Mainly because she cleans my apartment first. So in actuality, she's just there to get me, and Isabelle, out of her way so she can clean. I've gotten use to it since I moved in last week, so it really doesn't bother me anymore. I went into the bathroom and showered, and while doing so, I could hear Anna moving about. Or at least, I thought it was Anna. After turning off the water, I opened the shower curtain, and I saw the back of Isabelle, standing at the sink brushing her teeth. She was topless, wearing just a pair of black panties. Seeing her reflection, she was sort of blushing as she smiled at me. I cleared my throat, and said "Good morning."

She turned, and said "Good morning, Anthony. Are you done with the shower?"

"Yep." I replied, as I stepped out of the tub. She turned, and bend down as she pushed her panties down off her hips, and stepped out of them as I went to the other sink and began to shave. I watched her in the mirror, her nice round brown ass getting into the tub, and then she turned and closed the shower curtain. I had a hard time shaving, while trying to convince my cock from going to full mast on me. Anna came in from my bedroom, and stopped. First she looked at me, then at the closed shower curtain, and I saw a smile come to her face. I paid her no mind, as she walked on behind me and on to Isabelle's room. I heard the water get shut off in the shower, just as I was washing my face off of the shaving cream. I dried my face and watched as she opened the curtain, seeing water dripping of her full round breasts. She grabbed a towel and looked at my bare ass and smiled. Now I'm getting nervous.

I put my razor away and went on into my bedroom to get into a suit and tie and head to breakfast. Once at the house, no one seemed to pay much attention to me, while I ate, read the morning paper, and then went to my office. Because of the holiday, I had a lot of catching up to do. In other words, I was oblivious to those around me. I knew that Rita came in, asking about a file on one of the farms, which I quickly dug out of a cabinet and handed to her. And I did the daily report on Isabelle's desk, although she was not there at the time when I went into her office. I didn't think anything of it. At lunch, I joined everyone in the dining room, and Ricardo asked me a few questions, as did Rita. She was wanting to know about some figures on one of the Orange Groves up in the San Joaquin Valley.

At three, Ricardo stepped into my room, and asked "How you doing today, Anthony."

I glanced up, and said "Fine Mr. Gomez, almost caught up from the day off."

He smiled, "Good, when you get done, I'll be in the stables. Why don't you meet me there."

I replied, "Sure thing. Let me go change and I'll be there in an hour." He waved and left, and I finished up my work. I went to my apartment and changed into jeans and a sweatshirt. It was a bit cool, and I wanted to dress warm. At the stables, I found Ricardo saddling a horse for him. I had already rode twice since our first time, and I quickly saddled up the same horse as before, and away we went. We didn't do much talking, and what we did was just about business. It was only a two hour ride, and one back at the stables, we groomed our horses and went to get ready for dinner.

Entering the apartment, I went into my bedroom and stripped down and went into the bathroom. After taking care of business, I hopped into the shower and washed the dirt of the trail and stable off of me. I heard Isabelle enter the bathroom, and opening the curtain, I saw her sitting on the toilet. I said "Hey, where you've been?"

She looked at me, asking "What you mean?"

I shrugged, "You weren't at your desk, or at lunch."

She smiled, "I went shopping with Annette."

Laughing, I said "I hope you didn't blow our budget."

"No, I didn't." She said, as she reached between her legs and wiped herself. She stood as I dried off with the towel, and pulled her panties up and stood, letting her dress drop down and cover her legs. She then stated "I sure hope you've more concerns than our budget, Beanpole."

I chuckled, "Yes, I do." I said. I wanted to add 'my job!', but I didn't. "We have to stay under it, Gnat. Or else who knows what might happen to you."

She looked up at me, a puzzled look on her face, which then turned into a smile. She walked on past, patting me on my bare ass as she did. I didn't even protest, listening to her giggle while going on into her room. I went and got dressed, and I was surprised to see she was waiting for me to walk to the house for dinner. Nothing unusual there. Just friendly and very light conversation. Ricardo informed me that he and Paul were to be away for a few days, and that they were leaving in the morning. Nothing unusual there, they've been away a few times since I started here.

While they were gone, I did my usual business during the short work week, and my boss returned on Saturday evening. Sunday morning the family went to church, I included, and we went to a fine restaurant for a brunch afterwards. As for Isabelle, it seemed that we had begun to flirt with one another. After that afternoon when she playfully patted my butt, we would be making smiley faces at one another, and every chance we got, we would play grab ass. We did it on the sly, trying not to be seen by the others. But I soon realized that was a loss cause. For after a week, Rita, Annette and Anna were all making sly smiles directed my way. And Ricardo and Paul just smirked whenever they saw me.

The following weekend, she asked for two hundred dollars to go shopping, and I just shook my head and gave it to her. She went off with her sisters as I lounged about the compound. It was a warm weekend for this time of year, as I enjoyed the sun while sitting by the pool and drinking a beer or two. I also went riding with Ricardo and Paul, where they mainly discussed business dealings, and I rode in silence. The ladies were not home by the time I went to bed, which was about eleven. I must have been pretty tired, for I didn't even hear Isabelle come into the apartment. After Anna woke me in the morning, I got into the shower to get ready for church. Isabelle came in to take hers as I was finishing drying off. I asked her "How was shopping?"

She smiled, "Great."

I jokingly asked "You didn't blow all your money, did you?"

She gave me a mock look of disgust and said "No. I didn't.", as she stepped out of her panties and got into the shower. I went and got dressed, and waited for her to finish, then we went to the house and had breakfast before we all went to church. Another after service brunch, then home. She followed me up the stairs, and said "My brother said you can take me for a horse ride today."

I laughed, "Okay, I'll enjoy that. Let's get changed and go."

I guess you could say that this was our first date. We went to the stables, saddled up her pony and my horse, and away we went. I saw Ricardo on the deck of the pool, sitting in a lounge chair, smiling as we walked our animals on by. It was a good three hour ride. I was surprised, really. She didn't say much. And nor did I for that matter. Of course, this got me to start thinking. Why wasn't she talking? A lot of scenarios were running through my mind, and naturally none were making a lick of sense. Once back at the stables, we groomed the horses and went on up to our apartment where we took turns taking showers. As usual, we saw each other naked. I do have to admit, I admire her body. A well proportioned one at that. Her long black curly hair just flows down her body, framing a pretty round lightly brown face, beautiful dark brown eyes, breasts that stick out proudly on her chest, a waist that I could probably put my hands on and touch my thumbs at her belly button, and almost have my fingertips reach her spine. And her hips are as wide as her chest, talk about an hourglass! Her round ass is as firm as a teen, and she keeps her pubes neatly trimmed above her slit, in the shape of a triangle, and her pussy lips are shaved bare. Yeah, definitely a hot looking lady.

After dinner, I talked for a spell with Paul, before returning to the apartment. Isabelle was watching a movie, sitting on the couch wearing just a robe. I went back to my room and changed into some sweats, and came back and sat with her. After sitting for a few minutes, I asked "How you feeling?"

"Fine." she said, with no emotion in her voice. Okay, I'm cool with that, and I started watching the television. Five or six minutes passed, when she asked "Did you enjoy it?"

"Enjoy what?" I hadn't a clue.

"Looking at my body." She stated. I turned to look at her, and she had a rather blank face. "When we were in the bathroom earlier. I saw you staring at me. "

I chuckled, "Yeah, I'm guilty. I admit it. And yes, I enjoyed it very much. You're a gorgeous woman."

"What's so gorgeous about me?" She said, while curling her lip up.

I said "Well for starters, you've beautiful hair." I decided to go for it, as I reached over and ran my fingers through her ling, curly dark locks, "And that accents such a beautiful face." With the back of my hand I caressed her left cheek softly. I'm thinking, does she want to play a game? And how far will she let me play?

"What about the rest of me?" She asked.

"Now Gnat, since when have you been so insecure about yourself?" I asked back with a smile. She smiled softly, and I gently took her left wrist and tried pulling on it. I was happy to see she let me guide her to my lap, straddling my legs, and facing me. I moved my hands up to her shoulders, and I pushed the robe off her upper body, revealing her naked form down to her hips. I moved my hands back to her shoulders, while saying "And your shoulders, proportioned nicely, as well as those fine breasts of yours." I ran my fingers down along the sides of her firm boobs, and she smiled, while blushing deeply. I smiled, "I'm sure any man you've been with has admired these beauties."

She giggled, "You're the first to see them." I raised my eyes up to look at her, a bit shocked, and she added "Well, this close anyway."

I said "Huh! I would have never had guessed." I saw her smile turn into a glare, and I cleared my throat, adding "I mean, I would have thought that by now in your life some lucky guy would have had the pleasure of enjoying your wonderful body, and give you pleasure as well."

She tilted her head back, and smiled, saying mockingly "Bull shit, Beanpole."

I laughed, as I pulled her body to me, and wrapped my arms about her body. She squealed playfully, and I kissed her neck. Her hips moved up farther onto my lap, and I could feel her hot snatch pressing down on my stiff cock through my sweat pants. Our lips met, and it was a long wet kiss, before she leaned back, a look of shock on her face. "What's the matter?" I asked.

She seemed to be a bit breathless, as she said "Oh nothing."

I smiled, saying "Bull shit." in return. She grinned, and leaned forward, pressing her forehead into mine. I reached down and grabbed her robe and pulled it back up and covered her shoulders. She raised her hips up, and I thought she was going to get off my lap. I smiled, surprised and happy when she just pulled her left leg across and sat back down on my hard pecker, and pulled her knees up to her chest. I wrapped my arms back about her, and she sighed, saying "Thank you, Beanpole."

Yes, it's become a nickname. Not one of a derogatory nature, but of a more friendly pet name. I stroked her right arm with my right hand, and kissed her left temple. "You want to talk about this?" She shrugged her shoulders. not really signifying one way or another. I asked softly, "So why the change of interest in me all of a sudden?"

She giggled softly, and I heard her mumble out "I was interested in you when I first saw you."

"You have a strange way of showing it, when you punched me in the balls at the bar." I stated.

"That wasn't the first time, Beanpole." She leaned her head back, and looked into my eyes, saying "I saw you the day before. I had just returned from Miami Beach."

I thought about that, and recollected the day we met. It was a Saturday. I then remembered Rita talking to a maid the day before, and what she said. "But you didn't get home until the day I ran into you at the bar?", I stated.

She laughed, and cuddled up against me, "No, actually, I got home a day early. I was coming out of the garage when I saw you walking to your truck to go home." She grinned, "I then found where you lived, and I went and had some friends follow you the next day. When they said you were at the bar, I went to it to check you out a bit more."

"But did you have to hit me in the nads?" I asked.

She sighed, and defended herself, saying "Well, you pissed me off by carrying me back to my table."

"Um, as I recall, you had been drinking some by then." I stated.

She went on, "And then on New Years Eve, you ignored me the whole damn evening!"

"You were ignoring me!" I exclaimed. Her face turned into a pout, and I smiled, chuckled lightly and gave her lips another kiss. "So you were interested in me from the start, huh?" She nodded her head yes. "You sure did hide it well."

"Well, Ricardo would have had a shit fit if I came right out and said I was interested in you." She replied. Wait a minute, what did he say on New Years Day? I kept my smile to myself, knowing that maybe he's not as oblivious as she thinks. She grinned, "I've got them all thinking that I'm not interested in you, huh?" Wanna bet?

I smiled before kissing her lips again. "Yeah, sure Gnat."

"Would you love me?" she asked.

Oh god that face! Her round brown eyes, staring into mine, pleadingly longing for the answer she was wanting. I softly said "Yes, I will love you." as I lowered my mouth to hers. I slipped my tongue between her lips, and I felt her right hand on my left cheek as we kissed passionately. Breaking the kiss, she rubbed the side of her face against mine, and I hugged her tight.

"I'll be good to you." I stated.

She softly asked "When?"

I chuckled, "Always." I felt her body relax, and after a long pause, I asked "You want to sleep with me tonight?"

She didn't say anything. But twenty seconds later she slowly moved off my lap, took my hand in hers and pulled me to my feet. We stopped in the bathroom, where we watched each other go pee, before we went on into my bedroom. I peeled off my sweats quickly, but she easily beat me under the covers, as all she had to do was take off her robe. I crawled in with her, and wrapped my arms about her, wondering how far we could go this evening. Not very, as it turns out. For I put my arm over her body, she grabbed my hand and pulled it tightly up against her breast, and sighed. I kissed her ear, saying softly, "Okay, we'll go slowly at this."

She sighed, saying softly, "Thank you, Beanpole."

Amazingly, even though my pecker was dying for relief, I fell quickly asleep. Not being woken by Anna until our normal Monday morning wake up time. The look on Anna's eyes, after she said loudly, "Good morning." and did her normal routine of going to the balcony doors and pulling them wide open. She turned just in time for Isabelle to poke her head out from under the covers and peer with her sleep filled eyes around the room. Anna's jaw about hit the floor, as she went on into the bathroom to get our towels ready for our morning showers. She said nothing more, as Isabelle crawled on top of me, kissing my lips, and rolled out of bed. I heard her seconds later going pee, then flushing the toilet. Getting up, I went in to find her stepping into the shower, and I sat and took a morning dump. I then shaved while she finished showering, then it was my turn. We giggled as we passed each other, playfully touching with our hands.

Once I was done, I found her just getting done drying her hair, and as I dressed for breakfast, she was applying her makeup. Anna had my bed stripped, and she looked at me, asking "What about the other bed?"

I casually stated, "It hadn't been slept in."

She smiled, and she left the room, heading on into the living room, where I soon heard the sound of the vacuum running. I was dressed completely now, waiting for Isabelle. Once she was ready, we left the apartment and walked across the compound to the house, entering it and going to the dining room where we had breakfast. No one seemed to take notice of us, as we ate. Then, after spending time in the library reading the morning paper and sipping a coffee, we went to our offices.

The day went smoothly. I was surprised, actually, as I was expecting a visit from one of Isabelle's older siblings, wanting to know about last nights sleeping arrangements. And Ricardo, he didn't say a word later in the afternoon as we did some horse riding for a couple of hours before dinner. He didn't even hint that he knew. But I was sure he did. After our ride, I returned to the apartment and showered, after noting that Gnat wasn't around. I didn't pay that no mind. She arrived in time to change into dinner attire, and we went and had supper with the family. No one said a word about us. I ate and talked when spoken to, but that was about it. After dinner, I joined Ricardo and Paul in the bar. As always, none of the women entered this room. It's sort of like a men's only club, for seldom has any of the women come into here while I've been living there.

I wasn't surprised when finally the topic of Isabelle and I was brought up. It took all of five seconds, as I sat down with a beer with Paul, while Ricardo poured himself a Scotch. For I heard Ricardo state, "So, sleeping together now, huh?"

I felt like I wanted to run and hide, as I said in an amazingly strong voice, "Yes, it seems like it."

Paul snorted, and asked "What brought this on?"

"Well, it didn't involve alcohol." I replied.

Both men smiled, and Ricardo came and sat on the chair across from me, and took a sip of his liquor. Then he said "I told you within a month. I wasn't expecting with a week." I smiled, and took a sip of my beer. He asked "So tell me, did you expect this?"

I chuckled, "Not hardly. I'm still not sure of what to make of it all." I looked around, "I mean, why me? She could have the choice of any man out there. And I thought I was just being used as a punishment for her."

Showing no emotion, he stated dryly, "Yes, so did I."

Now what the fuck he mean by that? "You need to tell me more, Ricardo?"

He lifted his head, and he smiled as he burst out with a short laugh. Raising his glass up to drink, he said "No, not at this time."

"Well, I am a bit confused at the moment," I said, adding "A third of me thinks this is only a short-time situation. Another third thinks this is long term."

Paula asked "That's two thirds, what's the last part third?"

I replied bluntly, "Run like hell!"

Both snorted with delight, and Ricardo said "Well don't do that."

Paul quickly added "Yeah, I would hate to be the one to hunt you down and kill you." Sad thing was, I don't think he was kidding.

I looked at him, then at Ricardo, he had a slight smile on his face, as he said "Don't let it bother you."

Why wasn't I feeling reassured? "Easy for you to say. You have the power to fire me....among other things....and besides, where would I run too?" "No where!" snorted out Paul. I sort of smirked, as Ricardo got a chuckle out of that.

Ricardo took a healthy sip of his scotch, and said "It will work out. Don't worry about it."

He then moved on to business. And I listened as he and Paul discussed some issues. The more that I've sat there and listened to these evening discussions, the more I sensed I was involved with the family business. Of course, this is a good thing, as it means I'm being accepted. But in the back of my mind, I was wondering all sort of 'what if's?'. As always in the past, we left the bar room at almost ten. I smiled as each shook my hand, telling me "Good luck." Uh-huh, I'm going to need it.

Walking to the garage, I saw that there were no lights on, as I went on inside the door at the bottom of the stairs. At the top, I entered and saw that there weren't any lights in in the bedrooms either. There was just enough light from outside security lights to show me the way to my bedroom. And once inside my room, I flipped on the light. I smiled, as a head lifted off the pillow on my bed, as I started to undress. She watched, no expression on her face, while I stripped down to nothing. I then turned out the light and crawled underneath the covers and onto my side, facing her. I felt her hand on my hip, and I reached over with my arms and pulled her to me, finding that she was naked as I.

Her pussy felt warm and damp as she pressed it into my belly, while we began a long, wet kiss. She said "I thought you�d never get here."

Chuckling, I replied "You didn't have to wait up, you know."

"I did if I wanted to do this." She replied. She didn't wait to hear me reply to that, as she slid her short body down, and I felt her hot wet mouth engulf my cock. I groaned, feeling her mouth and hands work their magic on my cock and balls. It wasn't the best blowjob that I had ever received, but it was the first in a very long time. I ran my fingers through her long, curly hair, enjoying her mouth and hand, feeling my nuts tightening up and that wonderful sensation of my cum racing up my shaft. I groaned when I blasted a load of my hot seed into the back of her mouth, followed by three successive shots. I heard her gag, and the feeling of her jaw as she swallowed my spunk.

She crawled back up along my body, and we kissed, with me getting a taste of my cream from her tongue. I said "Thank you." She giggled, and laid her head down on my shoulder. I cupped her breast with my hand, and asked "Anything you need?"

She fell silent, while my fingers stroked her tit, and she finally said softly "No, not yet."

I turned and kissed her forehead, saying "Well, okay."

That's how the evenings went for the next few nights. A very pleasant blowjob, and then we would snuggle and drift off to sleep. No, I am not complaining. Although I was really wanting to accomplish the ultimate goal, that being intercourse. Friday night, and after dinner, I started to go with the guys into the bar room, but as I passed Isabelle, she grabbed my hand, and when I turned to look at her, she was all smiles, as she tugged me towards the door leading out into the compound. I smiled back, and I allowed her to take me out of the main house and on to our apartment. Once upstairs, we entered my bedroom, where she wrapped her arms about me, and gave me a hug. I caressed her back, and brought my hands up to the back of her head, and gently massaged the back of her head. She suddenly pushed away from me, and started to undo her blouse. I knelt down, and helped her, as we carefully unbuttoned the buttons, and then I reached around and as she pulled her blouse off her shoulders, I unzipped her skirt. She was reaching behind her back, to unclasp her bra, as I pulled her skirt down off her hips and to the floor. Now top free, she put her hands on my shoulders as she stepped out of the skirt. I tilted my head up, and she bent down and we kissed each others lips.

I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her silky panties and pulled them down, revealing her neatly trimmed bush. I could smell her soft scent, just inches from my face, as she steadied herself with her hands still on my shoulders as she stepped out of her panties. I straighten up and took a breast in each hand, and laid soft, long kisses on first her right nipple, then her left, before moving down her belly, towards her snatch. She sighed as I guided her backwards to the edge of my bed, and she sat on it as I pushed my face into her crotch. A happy moan escaped her lips as my tongue burrowed between her thick pussy lips. She was already wet, and I was wondering if tonight I was going to take her cherry. If not, at least my tongue was going to get a taste. With the palms of my hands on the back of her thighs, I pushed her legs back and out, her sex opening up like a delicate flower. I slowly ate her box, savoring the juices flowing freely from her hole, and then nibbling on her clit, making her lustfully groan out, her hips starting to buck. Her hands were on the top of my head, pulling my face up, showing me that she wanted me to lick her sensitive clit, which I did. Slowly at first, circling it lightly with my tongue, before dragging it across her engorged nub.

It didn't take long for her orgasm to cause her to stiffen and cry out. Not loudly, just a long, low moan, sort of like a whimper. My fingers were pumping her hole, not very hard, but just enough to add stimulation. And her tight cunt felt even tighter when she had that cum. I eased back and rose to my feet. Since I was still dressed, I undid my tie, then quickly removed my clothes, with her still sprawled out on the edge of my bed, looking up at me with a dreamy look on her face. Once naked, I got onto the bed, laying down along her left side, and I gently massaged her right breast with my left hand. Our lips met, and we kissed, as we then pulled our bodies close to each other.

We kissed for a spell, her hot body feeling wonderful against my hard cock. My hand left her breast and was palming the soft round cheeks of her ass, pulling her even tighter against me. She said my name softly "Anthony?" I kissed her forehead, and looked at her eyes. I noticed some worry in them, and I asked "What is it, Isabelle?"

"Would you mind if we just do oral? For right now?" She asked. Her eyes were big and beautiful, as she had sort of a pouty face, her lower lip sucked in, anticipating my answer.

I chuckled, "Of course. We don't have to go all the way, if you want to wait for when you think it's more appropriate, we can."

She smiled, closed her eyes, and kissed my chest, and let out a heavy sigh. I patted her butt, and ran my hand up along her smooth back. A few seconds passed, and she moved down my body, soon my cock was inside her hot little mouth, sucking on it, slowly nursing my throbbing member to an explosive delight. I was all smiles, as my little lady finished me off, before crawling up along side of me and we drifted to sleep. We only left the apartment to eat and for church Sunday morning, as she stayed at my side in the bed for most of the weekend. And of course, I was greeted with smirks every time I saw other family members.

Monday was the start of my tax season, getting everyone�s W-2's ready, and working on the taxes for the whole operation. With my other duties, this was to be a solid three week affair, with a lot of ten and twelve hour days, if not longer. On most evenings, I was back at my office after dinner, working until almost midnight. Our romance sort of took a slow down, as I usually did not crawl into bed until after she was sound asleep. And usually she would just roll up against me, murmuring something silly, as I held her close and went off to sleep.

By the last weekend in February, I had everything involving the previous tax year finished. It was a Thursday, and with a big, happy smile, I put my hands behind my head, leaned back in my office chair, and let out a long, and very satisfied sigh. This was my first year doing this, and I eventually found a system that worked well about half-way into this. No need to go into dollar figures, but I saved the corporation, and the family, a hell of a lot of money. I stood, and taking a report with me, I walked to Rita's office, putting a summary report on her desk. I then went and gave the other to Ricardo's secretary, as he was in a meeting with Rita.

Once back in my office, I did some work on normal day-to-day operations, before leaving my office and popping my head into Isabelle's office. She raised her head up, smiling, as I asked "I'm done for the day, you want to relax in the spa?"

She smiled, stood and came around from her desk, wrapping her arms about me and giving me a hug. I took that as a yes. AS we walked across the compound to get changed into swimsuits, she asked "So, you're done with taxes for the year?"

I sighed, "For last years, yes. I think I've a good system in place now, that next year should go a lot easier."

She squeezed my hand in hers, saying "Good, for I've missed you."

Then it hit me. We really hadn't had a chance to have anything other than a kiss since I got involved with the taxes. We got up to our apartment, and we started taking our clothes off. We were both naked, and she was starting to head to the dresser to get her swimsuit, but I reached out and gently grabbed her arm. She turned suddenly, a shocked look on her face. Then that beautiful smile. I got down on a knee, and kissed her lips, her neck, and worked on south. She sighed, as she fell back onto our bed, saying "Oh yes."

I chuckled, as I put my hands on the back of her thighs and pushed her legs up, opening her sex up for my lustful gaze. Her succulent pussy lips were puffy, long and thick, as I ran my tongue along her slit. She moaned, opening her hips wider, causing those lips to part. My tongue slid back up, a bit more pressure forcing the tip of my tongue between her lips. And when I grazed her clit, an even louder moan. I started tonguing her clit, and her hips were soon bucking away, while her juices started to flow freely from her hole. After five minutes, her hips slammed forward into my face, as she had her fingers clutching my hair while she screamed out a passionate cry, followed by her whole body trembling.

I kept up lapping up her sweet cream, her body relaxing with a deep sigh from her chest. I peered up to her face, seeing her eyes closed half-way, a smile on her face. I stopped licking and crawled up her body, my lips snagging her left nipple, sucking on it tenderly. She moaned, her fingers running through my hair, as she then sighed again, saying "Come on, Beanpole. Let's get our suits on." I raised myself up, my cock hard and pointing at her body. She giggled, saying as she sat up and took a hold of my throbbing member, "Okay, guess I better take care of this first."

What a relief! As she swallowed the first four inches of my long, fat cock. I was more than primed, for not a minute later, I blasted a heavy cum load into her gorgeous mouth. She was looking up at me, my cock still in her mouth, a smile in her eyes. I smiled back, and caressed her cheeks. She pulled my cock out, and rolled away while giggling, heading to the dresser and saying "Come on, let's go relax in the spa."

I just chuckled, thinking that I would much rather relax with my pecker shoved up her tight little twat. A twat that my cock is just dying to visit. We were soon in our swim suits and heading for the spa by the pool. To get there, we had to enter the house, then through the main living area to the large double glass doors, and out side into the bright Southern California sun, where we found Annette and her kids by the pool. Annette lifted her head, saw us and smiled, as we smiled back and walked to the spa. Getting into the hot water felt wonderful, and once submerged up to our necks, she reached over and pushed the button for the blowers and jets, causing the water to swirl about us as she took a seat across my lap, her short frame looking to my right. I glanced down at her chest, admiring the scene of her boobies jiggling around, and I made the wise crack, "Nice view from here."

"Same from here!" was what I heard from behind me. I jerked my head around, seeing it was Rita, and Annette and Ricardo were there as well.

I cleared my throat, and stammered out "Uh, hi guys."

None had smiles on their faces, and Annette reached down to turn off the blowers, as Rita then announced, "Well, now that we're cozy, Isabelle, and before this goes any farther, we need to talk."

Uh-oh, I didn't like the sound of her voice when she said that. And nor did Isabelle, as felt her little body tense up, with her asking "About what?"

Rita announced "Annette and I want to talk to you about this, in private."

I sighed, kissed her frowning face, used two fingers to push up the corners of her mouth, and said "Go on, get it over with."

I was surprised that she giggled, stood up and stepped out of the spa, grabbed her towel and walked with her sisters towards a door. I noticed that Ricardo didn't move, and I said "I take it you weren't invited either."

He laughed, sat on the edge of the spa and slapped me on the back of my shoulder, saying "No, not hardly."

I gestured towards the women, seeing them step inside, and I asked "So what's up with that?"

He too a deep breath, saying "Oh, an inquisition, I suppose."

I started to stand up, saying "Well, that's probably part of the heritage."

He snorted, as he handed me my towel, then he said "I saw your report, you did well."

I smiled as I dried off, saying "Thanks�, it was a lot of work."

As always, Ricardo went to the point, for as I was wrapping the towel around my waist, he said "So, have you taken her yet?"

I snorted, shaking my head, "No, I have not. Why do you ask, Ricardo?"

He smiled, saying "Come with me."

I followed him to the terrace and we went down to the entrance into the library. Once inside, he motioned me to sit down, and he did as well, as he stated "You've gained my trust quickly, Anthony." I started to thank him, but he replied "That's what worries me most."

My heart sank, as I chocked, trying to clear my throat so my voice doesn't crack. "Well, we all worry from time to time."

Paul walked into the room, as Ricardo announced, "I'm sending you up to Fresno. I want things audited there."

"The finances of it?" I asked, a bit confused, for I could do that here. He smiled, and looked me in the eye, responding with "Paul is going with you, it will be more than financial."

I replied "Yes, I am sure it is."

Paul snickered a bit, as Ricardo's brow furrowed at my comment, and he started to speak, but he didn't. Paul cut in, saying "Anne has your bags packed, we leave in twenty minutes."

So, I went to my apartment, changed clothes, and met Paul down in the courtyard, with him sitting behind the wheel of his BMW. I got into the passenger side, and as we pulled away, with no one out to see us off, I asked "So, you going to tell me what this is about?"

He snorted, "What you think it's about?"

"Probably because Isabelle and I are going a bit fast to suite peoples plans." I shot back.

He laughed, "Pretty much." He then said "But don't worry, you're doing fine."

Of course, I was now in a funk. So close to nailing the Gnat's ass, and now I get shipped out! Well, I was in Fresno for three weeks. And I called Isabelle each night. Some times she was rather cheerful, sometimes not, depending on her mood. I guess you could say a typical woman. We didn't say much. And then, I was brought back to the compound. It was late at night, and I went to my apartment, finding myself alone. I knew this before hand, so no surprise. For Paul told me on the way back that Isabelle was moved back into her room in the main house. And, interestingly, nothing more was said.

Morning, and I had breakfast in the dining room, and no Isabelle. After that, I was about to enter my office, when I heard Rita call out from her office, "Anthony, is that you?"

I stopped, responding with "Yes, Rita, do you need to see me?"

"In Mr. Gomez's office in ten, please." was her terse response.

Great, I'm thinking that not only have I been dumped, but now I'm getting sacked as well. I went into my office and opened up my briefcase and emptied it of the last three weeks worth of work. I debated whether to get started on the books, but decided not too. Heck, I was caught up anyway, thanks to the internet and my laptop that I took along up state.

I put things away, left my office and headed down the hall to Mr. Gomez's office, passing Isabelle's office and glancing in to see she wasn't there. His secretary smiled and motioned me to go on inside. I did, and there was Gnat, who jumped into my arms, as I chuckled and gave her a big kiss, saying softly into her ear, "I missed you."

"Okay you two, take a seat.", ordered Rita, as her sister Annette entered the room and closed the door behind her. Well, fifty minutes later, I was officially engaged. A wedding date set for six weeks. Oh yeah, the fifty minutes, pure grilling from Rita and Annette, usual questions on making sure we were ready for this commitment. And, I had a hell of a time keeping from being a smartass. Didn't help that Ricardo snorted a few times at some of the questions. I won't get into the details of the questions, let's just say they were of a personal nature. But, I will tell you the outcome. For starters, our wedding date was set for six weeks, and all arrangements were to be made by the two older sisters.

I for the most part, was to be an innocent bystander. Isabelle, on the other hand, was to be kept busy. Extremely busy, according to her sisters. And, I was informed that we would have hardly any contact between now and the wedding. She was to take all her meals in her room, and we only would meet when we go to church and also our meetings with the priest, on four consecutive Saturday afternoons. She wasn't even going to be working with me in the family business!

Naturally, I took this all in stride. Isabelle, on the other hand, she was having issues. Of course, I could see her point of view. She was still rebelling against her older siblings, or at least wanting to try. Well, I just let things go on, worked hard each and every day, and counted down the days until my nuptials. First two weeks were probably the hardest, as they just dragged. We were only able to communicate by letters, and that was it. I wrote long, romantic notes to her, and I received the same in kind. I dared not to try to see her, for I wasn't sure what Rita and Annette would do if they caught me.

Isabelle, on the other hand, had other ideas. The middle of the third week, and I was working away in my office. At about two in the afternoon, Rita popped her head in to ask about an account in Tustin. I said the paperwork for it was in Isabelle's office, last I saw it anyway, so I went with her to go look for it. Found it after maybe twenty minutes, then she asked for some numbers off of it, wanting a report by the end of the day. I told her it was no problem, and I took the folder into my office, looking through it as I went to my desk, sat down in my chair and pulled up. Now, my desk, the front facing the door goes down to the floor, as do the sides. A very expensive desk, I'm sure, with drawers on both sides and of course one in the middle. And wide. Very wide. Why, even with my chair in, I could stretch my legs out. Or at least I could, if there wasn't someone there.

I felt her down there, and I started to jerk back, but she grabbed my legs, and a soft "shhhh!" came from her lips.

I sat the folder down in front of me, and hissed out "Damn Isabelle! If you get caught..."

She lashed back "Quiet! And we won't!"

I swallowed hard, and soon I felt her hands move to my fly, and then her tiny fingers felt like they were trying to rip my dick out of my slacks. I shifted my body a bit, giving her a better angle to pull my cock out without killing me. And then, the warm wet feeling of her tongue as it licked the head of my cock. I picked up a pencil and put the point of it on some paper, and pretended to be looking at one thing while not actually doing anything with the pencil. Why? Well because the door was wide open, and since the time I discovered her underneath my desk, at least three people have walked by! Yeah, you could say I was nervous. As she licked and sucked on my by now very hard cock, I was also visualizing my demise if either Rita or Annette should decided to come on in. I mumbled softly something about needing to get this report done for Rita, and she just giggled and kept on working my cock with mouth, tongue and fingers.

I was almost there, when the thing I dreaded the most happened. Someone came into the room, as my face jerked up suddenly when I heard "Anthony, Mr. Gomez would like to speak with you."

It was Anne, as my voice cracked as I shifted in my chair, saying "Um, right, I'll be there in a minute."

Isabelle must have moved the wrong way, for I felt her body shift and either her shoulder or head hit the side of the desk, causing a muffled grunt to be heard. Anne's eyes got real big, then a sly smile, as she quickly came around to my side of the desk, and could see the wide eyed face of Isabelle, with my cock still in her mouth. Anne sighed, turned and walked to the door, saying "I'll tell Mr. Gomez that it'll be more like ten minutes." as she left the room, closing the door behind her.

I smiled, leaned back, put my hands on the back of Isabelle's head and softly said "Okay Gnat, go ahead."

Didn't take the whole ten minutes, probably only five at most, before I groaned and drained my balls into her hot, willing mouth. She then tucked my happy pecker back inside my slacks, pushed me back in my chair and crawled up onto my lap, giving my cheek a kiss, and announcing "I miss you."

I sighed, patting her butt with my hand, giving it a good squeeze and responding with "I miss sleeping with you, babe." I then moved, so I could help her off my lap, and said "And less than four weeks until we're married."

We gave each other a big hug and kiss, and she went back to hiding under my desk as I went out of my office to Ricardo's. His secretary motioned me to go on in, and once there, as I closed the door, I asked "You wanted to see me?"

He was smiling, as he chuckled, saying "Of course, that's why I called you into my office." Strange, I'm usually the one that gives the smart ass remarks around here. He lifted up a remote control and turned on the computer monitor to his right. He then pressed a few buttons, and my jaw dropped, as I saw a video tape rewind, but what surprised me was that it was of my office. Right behind my desk, looking at where I sit. He stopped it right when I had returned to my desk with my run in with Rita, and the audio equipment must be something good, for it could be heard what I said, followed by what Isabelle replied.

Okay, my turn to be a smart ass, "Into voyeurism now, sir?"

He snorted, responding with "No, just surveillance of my many business interests."

I swallowed, and asked, "You going to tell your sisters?" as I watched the screen, me now hunched over, looking pretty stupid from this angle. God, there was no way I could fool anyone into thinking everything was normal if they paid at least half attention.

He laughed, "Shoot no! Not your fault that Isabelle was wanting a taste. She's s sneaky thing, always has been."

I asked "You got cameras all over the place?"

He shook his head no, saying "No, not in your apartment, if that's what you�re wondering."

I smiled, "I wasn't, but now that you mention it..."

He was smiling, as he said "I didn't want you to get caught. I actually just happened to see you as I was checking out the different camera's." He pressed a few keys on the keyboard, and about twelve different camera views came onto the screen, as he went on to say "I saw her enter your office, so I knew she was up to something."

I felt relieved, "So you sent Anne down to cover things up, so to speak." A twinkle in his eyes, as he said "Not exactly, I didn't tell her that I was watching you get some oral attention from my sister, for then she would know about the camera's as well."

It dawned on me, "Oh, she doesn't know. So you were pretty sure she would be, um, discreet."

"That's a good word, yes." He looked at his watch, then turned on the camera in my room, saying "Okay, no one under your desk, best you get back there and get Rita's report done."

I said "Thank you, sir." as I turned to leave the office. As I was about to the door, I heard him saying "Next time, get up and close the door, Anthony!" as he laughed.

Well, I felt relieved...sort of. For it did occur to me that I forgot to ask if he was going to tell his sisters. Once back in my office, I did check to see if Isabelle was still under my desk, but she wasn't. Sort of relieved at that. After all, I still had work to get done, especially that report for Rita, which suddenly popped in my mind. Yeah, I rushed through it, and got it to her desk just in time, although she didn't look pleased when I handed it to her.

I tried my best to keep a straight face, smiling the whole time I was in front of her, before she finally told me I did a good job and that was all. Talk about relief. Well, Gnat showed up underneath my desk three more times before the end of the following week. The last time was the day before our wedding on Friday. And as she tucked my cock back in my slacks, she smiled up at me, with some of my cum frosting her lips, as she said "Tomorrow night, I want it all darn night, Anthony!"

Okay, the wedding...a big Catholic shindig....although I do pay the bills, I didn't want to see the bill for this affair! Rita and Annette spared no expanse for the wedding of their youngest sister. I just hope the marriage lasts long enough to make it worth their while. Yes, I was having second thoughts...lots of them, actually. Guess it's something that occurs naturally in humans. And of course, Isabelle looked radiantly beautiful her gown, which I did know cost about seven grand. And the reception had close to four hundred guests, including distant members of my very own family, which was a surprise to me. That was Rita's doing, as I found out later, but no matter. The wedding was at high noon, reception began at two-thirty, we caught the plane at nine that night, arriving in Los Cabos in a private villa at a bit before midnight. And, I was tired, as we entered the villa, and looked around. Yes, I was in bit of awe at first, as I stared in wide eyed amazement. I looked down at Isabelle, who was holding my hand, and she looked up at me, also surprised at what Ricardo had planned for us. She was still in her gown, and did she looked beat. I turned to face her and lowered my face to hers and kissed her sweet ruby lips, and asked "You tired?"

She giggled, and replied "Not tired enough for you to take me."

I smiled, saying "Turn around, so I can help you out of your gown."

She did, and she was looking over her shoulder as I pulled the zipper down to just above her firm, round fanny. I then used both my hands to push the gown off her brown shoulders, and I slid my hands down her front, reaching her breasts and giving them a light squeeze. She moaned out, "Oh god, Anthony, I've been waiting for this."

I lowered my body as I kneaded her tits through her corset, saying "I've just barely begun, babe."

She smiled as my lips nibbled at the side of her throat while I pushed the gown farther down. She then used her own hands to push it down below her hips, where upon I stepped back to allow her to step out of it. I took a seat on the edge of the couch, as she turned around to face me, the corset covered her mid-section, and the bra part pushed her boobs up and out, leaving her wide, thick nipples exposed. And in the crotch, her pussy lips were exposed, their being no covering over her pubic mound.

I reached out with my hands, and she took them in hers and I pulled her to me, our arms slipping around each other as we began to kiss. I was gently rubbing her left breasts, as my other hand was massaging her mount, as she pressed her hot snatch into my palm, with her gasping "Come on Anthony, get me good and wet for it."

Oh yeah, I was all for that! I slid my tongue up into her slit, making her moan softly, then around her inner cunt lips, down and into her tight vaginal opening, where I was rewarded with a sharp and sudden convulsion of her hips, as she cried out in a soft murmur. Then I went to her little clitoris, and my tongue lashed it repeatedly, causing a loud guttural wail to emit from her wide open mouth as she had an even harder cum.

She was whimpering as I rose up to my knees and pushed her legs up, putting her ankles back to her ears as I slid the head of my hungry meat into her sopping wet and very tight hole. Her eyes were pleadingly telling me to take her, and I did, jamming all of my length inside her in one stroke, making her head snap back as her neck arched, as she cried out from her sudden defloweration. Oh the sight of her brown Latina skin, shimmering from an already enveloped sheen of sweat, as I started to have my way. Yeah, it felt great, her tightening cunt on my dick, as her titties shook about while I trusted in and out of her, her hips rolling, meeting my thrusts with needs of her own. I came hard, but dared not stop, for she was almost there once again, and as it quickly approached, I lowered my face to hers and covered her mouth with my own, as she erupted, her whole body going into violent convulsions as she orgasmed underneath me.

Yeah, we were now spent, as I collapsed and snuggled up along side of her, with both of us falling to sleep. In the morning, I woke to her laying next to me, that sweet smile on her lips, as I moved down under the covers and pushed my head between her luscious thighs. My tongue burrowed between her crusty cunt lips, and a soft moan escaped her mouth as my hands went to her titty's and began to palm them as I worked her flesh. Soon she was awake, her hands over mine, helping me ball her own tits as she pushed her twat in my face. Her girl juice was gushing out, giving me a good facial glaze, as she had her loud cum, her joyous announcement to the world that she reached another orgasmic peak.

I moved up over her, my pecker lining up on it's own to take another taste of her sweet sex, when she croaked out "No."

I was surprised, as I asked "No?"

She opened her eyes, and said "I want to ride it."

I laughed somewhat, as I rolled off and onto my back, and she immediately crawled on top of me, grabbed my hard cock and jammed it inside her snatch. Her long curls hung down past her shoulders, as she slowly moved her hips, back and forth, up and down, eyes closed as her breasts jiggled while my hands rested on her curvy waist, enjoying her riding my hard bone. I smiled as I watched her work herself to one hell of a mind blowing orgasm, as her hot cunt tried wrenching my dick from my groin. She collapsed on top of me, her fine firm tits pressing into my naked flash, as I wrapped my arms about her and held her tight.

Yeah, exhausting work, for we slept for a spell longer, before getting up and taking a shower and going to have a much deserved breakfast. Then, out onto the deck off our bedroom, which was private enough so no one could see us laying there naked as the day were born as we looked out across the Pacific. There as a canopy over part of it, which was where we were enjoying the warm breeze. But eventually I stood and walked to the railings edge to get a better view. I was soon joined by Isabelle, who took this as a good a time as any to get between me and the railing and inhale my cock between her sweet succulent lips. She's the right height, for she didn't even have to bend over much, as I put my hands on the railing and let her blow away.

My new wife sucked me dry, and in appreciation, I did some muff diving right there in the sun, her back up against the balcony railing and me kneeling on the hard concrete, burrowing my face into her snatch. After her cum, we mated once more, this time on the lounger, her on her hands and knees and me taking her from behind, as I pumped her pussy for a good thirty minutes before clenching my teeth and filling her fertile womb with another load of cock cream. That's about all we did for the next five days, fuck, nap, eat, and sex again. It was a good breeding honeymoon, for she looked adorable six months later with that round belly as she waddled the tiled halls of the hacienda. And, she still loves getting under the desk to give me some oral support from time to time!

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Created on ... June 02, 2012