as she’d wailed that their parents were too controlling… ‘and they’re just too…too... Greek... Stash!’
It wasn’t just the twins she’d had a hard time keeping straight. Valentina had quickly given up on memorizing any of Stash’s similarly looking sisters’ names. Assigning them all somewhat pejorative nicknames in her head instead:
Sulky : a constant mad-at-the-world pout on her pillowy, over-glossed lips.
Stinky : wore way too much gagging perfume and glittery body lotion!
Boobie : ‘ gotta be a triple D’, Valentina had calculated cup size, after viewing with amazement her sister-in-law’s skimpy tank tops wondering if they’d stand up to the pressure of holding in all that Greek voluptuousness for even one night.
Wispy : pale and wan in comparison to the warm, olive-toned glow of her seven siblings.
Uni : an unfortunate thick black uni-brow – greatly in need of pruning.
Pepp y: literally never sat down in one place for more than five minutes, Valentina had observed, thinking a double dose of Ritalin was in order.
A nd, finally there was… Myrtle as in ‘ fertile’… two babies by the age of twenty but mysteriously, no man ever anywhere in sight.
Stash would take them all in – no questions asked – assuring Valentina with each one that it wouldn’t be for long. ‘They’re my family,’ he’d stated firmly. ‘I’m going to always help them if they need it, and besides, all my sisters are getting older every day, Val,’ he’d say, spooning her at night in their star-stroked bed in the quiet refuge of the master suite, his broad chest curved around her naked back. ‘They’ll be married soon – with husbands of their own to take care of them.’ The husky reassurances were whispered into her ear whenever she’d voiced her complaints.
S he’d believed him. Hadn’t protested at first. Not even after Stash’s seemingly vibrantly healthy father’s death had devastated his entire large family. Stash had been stoic and stalwart in those dark days. Doing what needed to be done with stiff upper lip. Organizing the sale of the restaurant that had been his father’s dream, but now had lost its heart. Trying to be strong, Val had known at the time, for his sisters and for his heartbroken mother who’d donned black in mourning from the morning of the funeral onwards.
H er forlorn calls for aid had soon begun to come for Stash with a growing regularity – often in the middle of the night. The nights Valentina had adored when she’d finally had Stash all to herself, his hard, taut body shuddering in her arms. Their lovemaking exquisite, earth shattering …seeming to go on and on…until the phone rang.
‘ Don’t answer it, Anastasio,’ she’d moan his name the way she knew he loved, her naturally husky voice caressing and extending each of the five syllables of the traditional Greek name. ‘Let it ring, it can wait till morning.’
‘ I’ll just see what she needs, Val...’
‘ No, Anastasio!’ She’d purr against his parted panting lips, against a flat brown male nipple, slither herself atop him whispering it. Call it out while riding him hard, the phone shrilly ringing out its own entreaty just as she was nearing the peak… so very close …until his hand would reach out towards the phone –
‘ Ignore it!’ Valentina would moan, undulating her body sensually against his to try to stop him from answering, her fingers weaving their way through the jet-black curls on his head, keeping his head pressed to the pillow until the phone would finally stop ringing. He’d devote all his attention to her once again then, forcefully flipping her over on to her back. Rearing up, regaining the position of sexual dominance she gladly relinquished. Thrusting himself into her desire-slick passageway in hard, penetrating, powerful strokes. Relentless. Unstoppable...until the phone would begin to ring once again...
Stash would
It wasn’t just the twins she’d had a hard time keeping straight. Valentina had quickly given up on memorizing any of Stash’s similarly looking sisters’ names. Assigning them all somewhat pejorative nicknames in her head instead:
Sulky : a constant mad-at-the-world pout on her pillowy, over-glossed lips.
Stinky : wore way too much gagging perfume and glittery body lotion!
Boobie : ‘ gotta be a triple D’, Valentina had calculated cup size, after viewing with amazement her sister-in-law’s skimpy tank tops wondering if they’d stand up to the pressure of holding in all that Greek voluptuousness for even one night.
Wispy : pale and wan in comparison to the warm, olive-toned glow of her seven siblings.
Uni : an unfortunate thick black uni-brow – greatly in need of pruning.
Pepp y: literally never sat down in one place for more than five minutes, Valentina had observed, thinking a double dose of Ritalin was in order.
A nd, finally there was… Myrtle as in ‘ fertile’… two babies by the age of twenty but mysteriously, no man ever anywhere in sight.
Stash would take them all in – no questions asked – assuring Valentina with each one that it wouldn’t be for long. ‘They’re my family,’ he’d stated firmly. ‘I’m going to always help them if they need it, and besides, all my sisters are getting older every day, Val,’ he’d say, spooning her at night in their star-stroked bed in the quiet refuge of the master suite, his broad chest curved around her naked back. ‘They’ll be married soon – with husbands of their own to take care of them.’ The husky reassurances were whispered into her ear whenever she’d voiced her complaints.
S he’d believed him. Hadn’t protested at first. Not even after Stash’s seemingly vibrantly healthy father’s death had devastated his entire large family. Stash had been stoic and stalwart in those dark days. Doing what needed to be done with stiff upper lip. Organizing the sale of the restaurant that had been his father’s dream, but now had lost its heart. Trying to be strong, Val had known at the time, for his sisters and for his heartbroken mother who’d donned black in mourning from the morning of the funeral onwards.
H er forlorn calls for aid had soon begun to come for Stash with a growing regularity – often in the middle of the night. The nights Valentina had adored when she’d finally had Stash all to herself, his hard, taut body shuddering in her arms. Their lovemaking exquisite, earth shattering …seeming to go on and on…until the phone rang.
‘ Don’t answer it, Anastasio,’ she’d moan his name the way she knew he loved, her naturally husky voice caressing and extending each of the five syllables of the traditional Greek name. ‘Let it ring, it can wait till morning.’
‘ I’ll just see what she needs, Val...’
‘ No, Anastasio!’ She’d purr against his parted panting lips, against a flat brown male nipple, slither herself atop him whispering it. Call it out while riding him hard, the phone shrilly ringing out its own entreaty just as she was nearing the peak… so very close …until his hand would reach out towards the phone –
‘ Ignore it!’ Valentina would moan, undulating her body sensually against his to try to stop him from answering, her fingers weaving their way through the jet-black curls on his head, keeping his head pressed to the pillow until the phone would finally stop ringing. He’d devote all his attention to her once again then, forcefully flipping her over on to her back. Rearing up, regaining the position of sexual dominance she gladly relinquished. Thrusting himself into her desire-slick passageway in hard, penetrating, powerful strokes. Relentless. Unstoppable...until the phone would begin to ring once again...
Stash would
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