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  Family Ties by Amanda Pierce

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  Family Ties

  INTRODUCTION

  The following story is an erotic fantasy. Erotic to titillate you

  sexually

  for temporal, harmless enjoyment and entertainment; but it is also

  fantasy,

  illusions created in the mind for our own private amusement. The world of

  fantasy and the real world are, and should be, two separate worlds

  altogether.

  In fantasy, we can create people, places and events which simply do not

  belong to, and are not appropriate for, the real world.

  In the real world, we should all strive for the basic human values which

  reality dictates: love, truth, dignity, responsibility, compassion,

  fairness

  and respect. These are the qualities by which we should strive to live.

  Enjoy fantasy by all means, but never confuse it with reality.

  CHAPTER ONE

  The young woman walked swiftly and confidently up the long walk to the

  large

  southern mansion. The magnolias were in bloom and the air filled with the

  fresh warm quality of springtime in the South.

  She paused briefly to gaze at the stately columns, large windows and

  impressive double front doors. The house was well kept and freshly

  painted.

  The grounds were neatly manicured, the front lawn a rich deep green.

  Flowering trees and plants lined both walk and driveway.

  Quite a contrast, she thought, to many of the old southern homes which

  had

  fallen into decay and ruin. But then finding a house like this so close

  to

  the bayou was unusual in itself.

  She smiled and rang the doorbell.

  "I'll get it," Claire Walker called up the stairs to her husband in a

  soft

  southern accent. "It's probably the woman here for the interview."

  At forty three, Claire was not an unattractive woman. Never a spectacular

  beauty, her face nonetheless held soft rounded features which were

  pleasant

  and middle age had been kind. She now worked out religiously in aerobics

  and

  her body was probably in better shape than at any time since she was in

  college. Her husband told her often how wonderful she looked and she

  enjoyed

  dressing in feminine attire which complimented her figure.

  "I'll be right down," came the reply from upstairs.

  "Hello, I'm Shanti Lubois," said the strikingly attractive, dark haired

  young woman. "I'm here for the job interview."

  "Yes, do come in," said Claire opening the door and leading the other

  woman

  through the front hallway and into the sitting room where they seated

  themselves. "I'm Claire Walker. My husband will join us shortly. Did you

  have a pleasant drive out from town?"

  "I don't live in town Mrs. Walker. My family has lived in the bayou for

  three generations."

  The young woman's eyes caught and held those of the housewife. Large,

  brown

  and deeply expressive, they seemed to convey much more than words ever

  could, as if to say, you can never know me, as if to say, but you'd like

  to,

  wouldn't you? "Then you're Cajun?" asked the older woman, noticing the

  slight but decided accent.

  "Creole actually. This is a lovely old home," she said, changing the

  subject, "has it been in your family a long time?"

  "Since around the turn of the century," came a masculine voice from the

  doorway. Drummond Walker strode into the room with a warm smile as the

  two

  women looked up.

  "Shawn-tay Do-bwa," introduced Claire, pronouncing the name as the girl

  had

  done, since she thought from its spelling on the application form it

  might

  be pronounced differently, "my husband Drummond."

  "Charmed," he said, looking into eyes that laughed while a slight smile

  crossed her face. Claire did not notice Shanti's eyes roam over the body

  of

  her husband and return to capture his stare.

  In the moment before he could break the reverie and turn away, her eyes

  sent

  a subtle but clear message, woman to man, which gave Drummond Walker

  pause

  to collect himself and his thoughts.

  "Uh.....you asked about the house," he said, breaking away from the eyes

  which whispered, which promised, which lured.

  "Actually it was built in the nineteenth century by some old crazy

  Frenchman

  who apparently came into a sudden inheritance.

  He built the house way out here.....God knows why.....then proceeded to

  drink and spend himself right back into poverty.

  The place was about to be taken by the county for back taxes and was in

  pretty bad shape when my great grandfather bought it for a song and

  fixed it

  up. There's been a Drummond living here ever since."

  "What of the old Frenchman?" asked the girl.

  "Lord only knows. Probably drank himself to death.....but what of you

  Miss

  Dubois? Why are you interested in becoming our housekeeper?"

  The young woman smiled at them both.

  "Recently, I moved out of my parent's house to be on my own. I've never

  been

  a live-in housekeeper before, but I have cleaned and cooked for a number

  of

  families. You have my references."

  "Yes," said Claire, "your references are excellent. You do know we have a

  son and daughter, Jody and Laura? They're in town at the moment. Jody is

  a

  junior in high school. His sister is a freshman in college. She's home

  for

  the summer. Of course they're old enough to care for themselves, but it

  will

  mean extra meals and laundry."

  "They explained that at the agency. I have three brothers and two

  sisters.

  Since my mother died when I was nine, I have just about raised them

  myself."

  "Sounds like you've had it pretty rough," commented Drummond.

  "I do all right," was all she said, sneaking a smile at the husband,

  which

  said plenty.

  "Is the salary acceptable?" asked Claire.

  "Yes. It's fine."

  "Well," said the wife, rising from the chair, the interview obviously

  over,

  "we'll be in touch if....."

  "Would you excuse us a moment," interrupted Claire's husband, motioning

  for

  his wife to join him in the other room.

  Claire looked at him quizzically, but followed, Drummond shutting the

  door

  behind them.

  "Claire, what is this, we'll be in touch, business? This is the seventh

  person we have interviewed. How long is this going to go on?"

  "But Drummond, I just want to be sure we get the best person we can."

  "But it has to stop somewhere. Look, she has the best references of them

  all

  and besides, sh
e obviously needs the job."

  "And it doesn't hurt that she's attractive either?" joked Claire.

  "Not a bit," he laughed.

  "But....."

  "No buts! Let's hire her. If for any reason she doesn't work out, we'll

  simply start looking again. What do you say?"

  She met his smile with one of her own.

  "Oh, all right. Does this mean I get my way the next time we disagree?"

  "Quite possibly," he said laughing as they opened the door, "but don't

  count

  on it."

  "Miss Dubois, the job is yours! When can you start?"

  "Please call me Shanti. I need only bring my things. I can begin

  immediately," replied the young woman warmly.

  "All right then dear, why don't you get you things and get settled in

  this

  afternoon. We have a room already prepared. You can start first thing in

  the

  morning."

  As they closed the door behind their new housekeeper, Claire looked to

  her

  husband.

  "I do hope she will work out all right."

  "So do I," he said, the image of the young woman's swaying hips as she

  walked down the front steps still fresh in his mind, "so do I."

  Neither could see the sly smile on the young woman's face, nor did they

  have

  any inclination as to her delicious feeling of satisfaction knowing that

  Drummond Walker had indeed been watching the sensuous movement of her

  hips

  as she departed.

  CHAPTER TWO

  The new housekeeper had returned and quickly unpacked her few meager

  possessions. Claire and Drummond had invited Shanti to dine with them

  that

  evening as their guest, a gesture to get things off to a good start and

  to

  introduce her to their son and daughter. The young woman was seemingly

  reluctant but finally, upon continued urging, especially from Drummond,

  agreed.

  As she was dressing for dinner, there was a knock at Shanti's door.

  Pulling

  the sweater on hurriedly, she opened the door to find a girl only a year

  or

  so her junior, but with the appearance of someone much younger. Shanti's

  figure was trim, but her bust and hips were full, her legs curvaceous.

  The

  girl who stood before her wore no makeup and her hair, unlike the

  Creole's,

  was straight and blonde. She had the figure of an adolescent. Her breasts

  and hips were late in developing and her legs showed little shapeliness.

  Her

  face, like her mother's, was not unattractive, simply unremarkable. She

  seemed a bit ill at ease, but smiled at the housekeeper.

  "Hi, I'm Laura. Mom said we'd get to meet you tonight, but I thought I'd

  stop by early and say welcome."

  "How sweet," said the older of the two, "please come in."

  "I hope I'm not keeping you from anything."

  "Not at all. I was simply getting ready for dinner. I shall enjoy being a

  guest. From now on, I shall be the servant."

  "Mom says you're only a couple of years older than I am. I hope we can be

  friends."

  "What about your friends from college?"

  "To tell you the truth," confided the blonde, "I haven't many college

  friends. The guys don't find me very attractive and that means the girls

  don't have much to do with me either."

  Shanti immediately realized what an opportunity had just presented

  itself. A

  plain and obviously inexperienced young girl with low self esteem.

  Perhaps

  her first conquest would not be the father after all.

  "Really?" observed the dark skinned beauty, moving closer.

  "I'm surprised that such loveliness would go unnoticed."

  Blushing, Laura made as if to turn away, but Shanti's hand went out to

  cradle her face and their eyes met.

  "Every woman needs to know from someone how attractive she is, Laura.

  You're

  a lovely young woman."

  Again there was a reddening in Laura's face.

  "Yeah, with the figure of a bean pole," she laughed self- deprecatingly.

  The Creole gently coaxed the younger girl's face nearer.

  Her gaze bore into Laura's large blue eyes.

  "How a woman's body looks is not nearly as important as how it responds,"

  she said, her hand slowly, sensuously drifting through Laura's hair,

  behind

  her neck, down between her breasts and as the girl's mouth opened in a

  slight surprised gasp, rested near her navel.

  Laura was both aghast and excited. Never having been touched like this by

  anyone, let alone a woman, she wanted on the one hand to retreat, yet as

  her

  temperature quickly climbed, she felt her small nipples harden and she

  was

  entranced by the woman whose eyes were so captivating, whose hands were

  so

  seductive.

  ".....I.....I guess I have a lot to learn," she stammered.

  "I'll teach you if you want, Laura," came the breathy reply.

  ".....I.....I hardly know you."

  "Then why don't we get to know each other better?"

  Shanti's hand began a slow descent. Their eyes still riveted together, a

  slight smile crossed the older girl's lips.

  "We all want it, Laura. The only question is, do you want it badly

  enough?"

  There was perspiration now on the girl's forehead. Her heart was racing,

  her

  breathing labored. Still her eyes could not leave those of the beautiful

  temptress whose hand slowly roamed over her dress, nearer and nearer

  where

  she had never been touched before.

  "Oh......Shanti.....I....."

  The fingers were tantalizingly close now, as Laura felt her dress lifted

  slowly and the sensuous fingers find her bare flesh.

  ".....I can't......I shouldn't........" she breathed.

  Shanti found the top of the girl's panties and her hand, finger by

  finger,

  found its way inside.

  "Do you want it, Laura?" the Creole whispered in Laura's ear.

  The fingers found pubic hair and paused just above the soft pink lips.

  Her eyes wide in amazement and excitement, Claire Walker's daughter was

  beginning to burn with need. Never had she known such desire existed, let

  alone that she could experience it. Her breathing was very heavy now as

  she

  was almost gasping for air.

  ".....We.....shouldn't....."

  "How do you know, Laura? How can you possibly know until you've

  experienced

  it?"

  ".....But....."

  Shanti's other hand came under the girl's chin as her soft thick lips

  drew

  closer to those of the college girl.

  "Oh no, I couldn....."

  Their lips met in a sensuous blaze. For one brief moment, Laura started

  to

  pull away, but the lips she tasted were soft, warm and sweet, so her

  surrender was immediate and total. She opened her mouth to the tongue

  which

  probed her lips. It drove deeply into her and she drank heavily of the

  sweetness which flowed from the mouth and tongue of the woman who held

  her

  spellbound.

  Laura's arms went around her seductress in passion and surrender.
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  "Tell me Laura, tell me!" was Shanti's impassioned command.

  "Yes! Yes!" the girl cried urgently as the fingers found her nest.

  "Oh.....Oh......" she moaned as labial lips were caressed.

  "Oh Yes, please YES!" she begged as their lips met again and Shanti's

  finger

  began to penetrate the girl for the first time.

  "Laura!" came Claire's voice from downstairs, "could you come help me

  with

  the salad?"

  Laura broke away at the sound of her mother's voice, shame and

  embarrassment

  burning her cheeks.

  "I.....I have to go," she said urgently.

  "Of course," answered her beautiful temptress, "for now."

  "No, you don't understand. I can't.....I shouldn't......"

  "Isn't it about time you started deciding what you want?" asked Shanti.

  "But I've never....."

  "All the more reason! Laura, you're attractive and intelligent. You want

  to

  know. You want to decide for yourself.

  Don't be afraid any longer. Go ahead, experiment! If you don't like it,

  you

  can always back away."