"Let me tell you directly, if you can't fulfill my wish to be a mother, don't blame me for having sex with someone else and letting them have a child with me!"
After that, footsteps were heard in the room, and Violet was walking towards the bathroom.
She had an incredible figure, and I could easily imagine her full breasts wrapped in a towel.
I could hardly wait to rush out and hold her in my arms. She looked like she was about to hop in the shower, so I had to hustle back to my room without getting caught.
I scrambled over the wall to the balcony and tiptoed back to my room.
Then I gently closed the door behind me.
Before long, I could hear the water running in the villa.
Guess Violet had started her shower.
I couldn't shake the scene from my mind, Violet's soft and seductive voice still echoing in my head.
Along with her voice, I pictured Violet's sexy figure and shy expression.
As I moved quickly and forcefully, Violet's delicate skin turned a rosy pink, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
The sweat trickled down her smooth white neck, along her slender arms, and down to her perky, soft chest.
My big hand reached out, gently kneading and shaping her soft, snowy breasts in all sorts of ways.
Violet's soft moans rose and fell with the rhythm of my hands, like waves crashing on the shore, sending shivers through me.
I couldn't help but wonder how incredible it would be if I were the one making love to Violet. Suddenly, my lower abdomen tightened, my cock trembled, and a milky white stream shot out, leaving a wet, sticky sensation.
Soon, my whole body relaxed, the heat slowly fading away.
But there was so much, some of it leaked from my underwear, splattering on the floor.
I looked down, a bit annoyed at my semi-hard, semi-soft situation and the mess on the floor. This time, I came more than when I was just jerking off earlier, so cleaning up wouldn't be easy.
But to avoid any suspicion, I decided to take a quick shower first, get rid of the sticky feeling, and then clean up the mess on the floor.
I stripped off my clothes, tossed them on top of the mess, and headed into the bathroom.
As soon as I turned on the hot water, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
"Otis, are you in there?" A gentle voice slipped through the crack in the door.
It was Violet's voice, a stark contrast to her seductive tone from earlier.
"Yeah! I'm taking a shower!" I turned down the water flow and shouted back.
"Why are you showering in the middle of the day? Come out for dinner."
"I'm coming! I'll be right out."
I quickly lathered up with shower gel, squeezing a handful into a rich foam in my palms, spreading it on my chest, down my stomach, and up to my cock.
I gripped it with both hands, barely managing to lather up the shower gel.
This cock was crucial for my sex life and male pride, so it had to be cleaned thoroughly.
Maybe I'd enjoy it more when I finally get to screw Violet's pussy in the future.
I was so focused on washing my cock that I completely forgot about the mess I needed to clean up.
After showering, I went back to the bed, planning to toss the soiled clothes and pants into the bathroom, only to find them missing.
There were just a few drops of semen left on the floor from my underwear, some of which had been wiped away by the clothes.
Damn it! Did Violet take them to wash?
I rushed out to find them, and as soon as I stepped outside, I saw my black underwear hanging high on the balcony, flapping in the wind.
Oh no! How embarrassing!
"Why are you just standing there? Come on, dinner's ready!" Violet called out when she saw me at the door.
"Okay, I'm coming." I followed Violet downstairs for dinner, but Daniel was nowhere to be seen.
I was puzzled, "Where's Daniel?"
"He had some work at the company and had to go back," Violet said.
During dinner, I kept an eye on Violet's expressions. Apart from a slight blush on her cheeks, there was nothing unusual.
It seemed like she wanted to act like nothing had happened, but I couldn't let it go.
I still remembered her words about "having a child with someone else."
Anyway, whether she had a child with me or with Daniel, it was the same, right?
"You washed my pants, didn't you?" I asked.
"Yes, I saw they were dirty, so I washed them."
"What about the semen on them, did you see that too?"
Violet paused for a couple of seconds while eating, her head lowered even further.
If she lowered it any more, her face would be in her plate.
"Yes. You're young, it's normal not to control it." Violet's voice was very soft, but I heard it.
"Was it a lot?" I asked.
Violet still didn't speak, nor did she dare to look up at me.
"Who do you think ejaculates more, me or Daniel?" I pressed.
Before Violet could respond, I added, "Do you want to have sex with me and find out?"
Violet's shy face turned red.
"Are you crazy? I'm your brother's wife!" She suddenly raised her head, staring at me with wide eyes.
Though her tone sounded angry, her expression didn't match—her bright eyes fixed on me, giving the impression she was actually looking forward to it.
"So what? We're not related by blood." I shrugged nonchalantly.
Although Daniel was my nominal brother, we were not related by blood.
We just grew up together in the same orphanage.
When we reached elementary school age, we were both adopted by a couple.
Now I happened to be working in Daniel's company, and to save expenses, I was staying at his house.
"But I'm your nominal sister-in-law! We can't do this!"
"Don't worry, if you don't tell, I won't tell and no one will know."
With that, I got up and sat next to Violet. I spread my big hand to touch her white and tender thighs, reaching towards the hem of her skirt.
My fingers stopped at her panties, a warm sensation crawling up my body, feeling like an electric shock.
I gently stroked up and down the fabric of Violet's panties, the crotch fabric was very small, so small that with a slight hook of my finger, I could touch her warm, soft labia.
I extended a middle finger and flicked it from bottom to top on her pussy, warm juices flowing out, wetting my finger.
Violet sat beside me, her breathing gradually becoming low and rapid.
Her excited response was my motivation.