"Took you long enough! Hurry down here, mommy doesn't have all day" his mother called impatiently from the base of the stairs; Daniel sighed as he started his descent. Yesterday had been crazy, and unfortunately today promised to be no different. "Where's Violette? I didn't get to-" he asked as his mother impatiently pulled him along. "She's unimportant dear - mommy is in a bit of a hurry, so get a move on".

Shoved ahead into the lounge, Daniel took a moment to take in the situation, shaking off the last of his sleep. Maids scowling at him from the side. His guests were nowhere to be seen - were they at breakfast already, perhaps? But another push in his back reminded him of his reason for coming here... the new 'guest' mother arranged...

"Master! I've returned!"

Cradled in the arms of her mother's chauffeur was a girl dressed impeccably as... a maid!? And that was even the uniform his old maids used to wear... could this be...? "Isn't that, umm...?" he tried to think of her name - even the girl's hair was tied in exactly the same sort of ponytail she always had back then, but... "Yes dear, Nadine Brunet - she used to be your servant girl - doesn't she look cute in her frilly little apron?"

Nadine. The uniform had been retrofitted to support her new shape, which - no longer to Daniel's surprise - meant the blue sleeves had been replaced by soft white cotton pads around the girl's armless shoulders, and the shortened skirt and apron seemed designed to reveal similar cotton covers where the girl's legs once began, her white lace panties in clear view from where he was standing.

"Master... you've become so mature and handsome" Nadine exclaimed as he approached to greet her, and he forced a polite smile - what was he supposed to think of this? "That's very kind of you to say... we could go for breakfast? Or-" "If my Master wishes so... I'm available for anything he desires" the girl whispered coquettishly, going as far as to wiggle her chest to emphasize her broad range of 'services'. "Excuse me for a moment" Daniel smiled politely, then briskly paced back to his mother.

"Well? She looks sexy, doesn't she?" his mother hungrily inquired, quickly straightening out his hair a bit. "Mother, what am I supposed to do with a maid that doesn't have any limbs left?" "I was wondering the same thing!" his mother laughed, "I would suggest you simply use them in whichever way you like... that's all they're here for anyway... and focus on the real candidates after that, okay?" Daniel blinked in confusion. "Them? Don't you mean her? Or are you planning to have more of my maids chopped up?"

Her reaction surprised him, because she was actually quiet for a moment, then clasped his shoulders with a bright smile on her face. "You know what? Mommy is going to stop meddling now... you're going to make the right choice, I'm sure of it. I really have to go though, your father must be getting very uncomfortable..." Daniel twitched, hoping his mother would honor her hard-fought promise to keep details about their sado-masochistic relationship to herself. "Bye-bye darling" she smiled, giving him a wet kiss on his cheek and marched off, humming contently to herself.

Everything about Nadine's presence here was suspicious. He could accept that his mother would pick up Ermengarde on the first day... but she'd never bother to go through that trouble for a lower-class girl like Nadine. A girl he never even really liked - though she was his servant, any behavior unbefitting an 'heir' was instantly reported to his mother. With the call-girl household staff his mother arranged for him afterwards, happy to rat him out on a whim, why would she need to bring back a spy like that?

"You certainly look..." he started, losing his train of thought immediately as the girl puckered her lips invitingly, wiggling some more in the arms of the impeccably professional chauffeur, simply trying too hard to be sexy. "Jerome! I don't like to be kept waiting!" he heard his mother call, and with a deft gesture, the girl was handed over to him, yet another guest helpless, limbless guest in his care.

"...different somehow" he finished, briefly answering her expecting eyes, only then realizing how insensitive his remark was - ofcourse she looked different, and her sour smile underscored just how much she appreciated his comment. "Oh really? I had my arms and legs sliced off for this competition, just like the others - maybe that's a clue" she spoke in a sugar-sweet voice that neither fit her expression nor her words in the least bit - this girl never showed more than polite contempt for him, and with no one around, apparently didn't hesitate to reveal she still hated his guts, so why... "Got nothing to say, Master? Isn't this your depraved fantasy? I bet you can't wait to-"

"Well well, don't you two look cosy. If I could have a moment of your precious time?" a clearly irritated voice announced to their right. "Ah, or is that... my time, actually. Arrangements have already been made for Daniel and I to be together for the day you see". "M-Mademoiselle Galvez de Cordoba, I-..." Nadine suddenly sputtered, surprising Daniel. "Thinking of seducing monsieur de Lusignac, were you? Very inappropriate, miss Brunet," Adalia continued as a maid carried her closer, "I suppose I should take your presence here as resignation out of my service?"

Daniel blinked - did this mean Adalia had hired Nadine into her staff at some point? Not that he would've ever noticed... "You don't understand mademoiselle, I'm just..." "Do you deny you're here to bid for your old Master's hand in marriage?" Nadine was trembling now, and Daniel began to understand the tension in the hallway. "N-...no... mademoiselle, but..." "I see. Then you're fired, miss Brunet. Effective immediately. Daniel, see that your guest is looked after and meet us outside immediately after. We have a busy day ahead of us".


Nadine hadn't said a word after that, which suited him just fine - the last thing he had on his mind was trying to figure out why the heck she was here in the first place. Her sarcastic words still fresh in his mind, walking outside into the morning sun again made him feel all the more relieved. In the breakfast room where he left Nadine into the care of the other maids, Helena had slipped him a playful hint not to hurry to answer Adalia's summons, but... Helena was probably one of the few people who would have the audacity to do such a thing. Adalia would find reason enough to berate him without him being late...

But oddly enough, she didn't even try. She just gave him a quick glance as he joined her on the frontside balustrade, still in the arms of a maid - Sarah? - Adalia's fair white skin almost blinding in the gentle morning sun; as a pale beauty priding herself on her 'noble' complexion, Daniel figured she could've at least had the sense to ask her attendant to let her wait in the shade. "So are we having breakfast in the rose garden or something? I'm rather hungry..." Daniel inquired, spying around the fields before them to discover a table of sorts, and only then noticed Adalia was wearing something different from just moments before. "No. I already had breakfast while you were playing with your maids". "Maid" Daniel helpfully interjected - Adalia knew full well he didn't spend much time with his household staff. "Hmm? Go summon your driver, we have a busy day ahead of us" Adalia brushed his concerns away, confident in her authority.

It wasn't difficult to guess what Adalia had planned - going by the refined blue silk gown she was wearing, they were probably bound for one of her beloved social gatherings again. "Um... why didn't you tell me we were planning to head out? I could've-" "Because I only just decided. Now hurry up, I don't want to stay here any longer - go fetch your chauffeur". "Ah, well... about that..." Daniel scratched his hair in embarrassment.


"My word Daniel, I simply cannot accept someone of your standing actually drives a commoner's car - and to drive it yourself, even... take a left turn here, I will not be seen arriving in this disgraceful vehicle!" Adalia hissed from the passenger's seat, fuming as she stretched up as far as her new body and secure seatbelt would let her, spying around to make sure no one was around to spot them. While her sudden change of plan wasn't so unusual - she could be whimsical, and she always knew of some party to attend - it surprised Daniel Adalia didn't seem to let either the competition or her new body get in the way of attending her social gatherings. But at least her criticism of his trusty Peugeot was a nice change from the harassment he received over what Adalia referred to as Nadine's defection - apparently it was all his fault that her most trusted maid had abandoned her mistress to take part in the competition.

"It's a practical car... and I never go out anyway..." he muttered under his breath as he parked his trusty Peugeot as far away from the party as he figured his still-recovering arms could carry the admittedly light Adalia. "We're nobility - we're above practicality, I've told you so many times. And socializing within our circles is not simply our privilege, it is our responsibility..." Adalia started her usual lecture as he lifted her out of the car, "...we are expected to pay our respects to the hosts-" "Do we really need to do this today though? I mean..." Daniel complained, but didn't expect the fire in Adalia's eyes as she gazed up at him. "Did you imagine you were going to spend your days with your limbless bride indoors?"

Daniel sighed a breath of relief. So that's what this had become. More than a whim, Adalia was issuing him a challenge. For all her apparent confidence, Daniel felt Adalia doubted him - doubted his determination to carry this insane competition through. Did she talk to Violette somehow, heard how he felt about the planned outcome?

But the more he thought about it... setting aside the competition, leaving marriage out of the picture, Adalia's challenge was still valid. He had always dreamed about living with a limbless girl, feeding her breakfast, cuddling with her in front of the television, comforting her pains... a brief glimpse of Violette's blood-encrusted bandages flashed through his mind. There was more to life than that... he would have to take responsibility.

"Excuse me mademoiselle Galvez de Cordoba, but it seems we have arrived at our destination" he stated past her, bumping Adalia up against his body to improve lift comfort. "Finally you seem to understand..." Adalia huffed, but the bite in her words tapered off - perhaps she didn't expect him to go through with this?


Daniel swallowed as the doors opened, the foyer before them already filled with the usual crowd. "Ah, Adalia Galvez de Cordoba - and you brought monsieur de Lusignac along again, Stephanie will be so thrilled" a kind-faced young man he vaguely recognized welcomed them. "Oh Percy, Daniel here was being such a bother, you'd simply never believe!" Adalia laughed light-heartedly - when it came to trivial social events, Adalia was a seasoned veteran able to acclimatize in seconds. "Adalia darling! I thought you weren't going to make it - come, come sit here with me... Daniel, looking handsome as ever..."

Questions about Ermengarde - wasn't she staying at his place too? Helena arriving - noisily - declaring she'd never miss her good friend Stephanie's parties. Congratulations on his birthday, and upcoming wedding; no, the men there preferred to stay bachelors for a little while longer, ha ha. Helena enjoying the attention of several gentlemen, one of which helping her to sip her sherry. Adalia laughing politely as she declined the hors d'oevres offered by the service staff - she had to consider her weight after her vacation on the Maldives. All the boring social pleasantries and empty banter he didn't care about, just background static to a brooding question in his mind.

"Umm... doesn't it bother anyone that Adalia had her limbs amputated?"

He didn't actually plan to say that, didn't even raise his voice much, yet it left the room pleasantly quiet for a moment. The silence unfortunately soon made way for awkwardness as the first cautious whispers arose from the crowd, with Adalia sending him a smug smile - at least someone was happy about his embarrassment, the rest seemed too impatient to start gossiping about it. "Yeah, and me too!" Helena pointed out, already tipsy from the sherry she had and obviously uncaring about his predicament.

"Don't be rude, Daniel - I'm sure everyone has noticed," Adalia shushed from the couch, "don't make it out to be more than it is". So casual, collected; in that moment, she had diffused the situation completely. He had never realized it, but in this environment, on gatherings like this... Adalia was peerless. With the elegance of a queen, she was the star of the social dance he could never grasp. She delighted in all the attention, effortlessly swapping insincere compliments and playful quips. And for a moment, it actually pained him that her only interest in him was a matter of social stature... she didn't need him in her life.

"Hey Daniel, come here," Helena beckoned, and Daniel dazedly slumped down next to her, "I was going to ask if you and Violette had a fun time last night, but she said nothing happened, so please tell me she's just being shy about it!" "Why are you so interested, i-it's..." he stammered, his face turning red - was his heart suddenly thumping because of Helena's suggestions of what Violette and he had been up to... or her implication that she'd expect each night in this competition to involve... sex? Sure, his mother had been quick enough to suggest it, but when it came down to it, he...

He found himself staring at Adalia, and realized too late she was staring right back at him, a strange warmth in her eyes he couldn't place. Adalia, the socialite, was ignoring the chatter of the girls next to her and just... staring at him... Had it only been a brief glance, a moment where their eyes locked before Adalia briskly turned back to her friends - was that an angry blush? "Hey, are you even listening to me? I was asking about that maid of yours, what did you two really-" "I don't care about my old maid, I don't know what she was thinking when she decided to participate" Daniel absent-mindedly answered Helena, and rose from the sofa - why would she even ask about that Nadine? "Huh? I thought-" "Sorry Helena, but today is Adalia's day... I should be spending time with her".

"Is there anything I can get you?" he offered meekly in the first brief pause Adalia left in her conversations. "I'm fine, thank you for asking - unlike you, Stephanie does employ competent staff which have been sufficiently attentive - and doesn't stab their employers in the back". "Well, you chose today, I thought I was supposed to-" "Ah, so you do remember... you seemed to be enjoying my sister's company so much that I figured I might as well turn elsewhere for attention..." Daniel sighed - when Adalia was in the mood to lecture him, she wouldn't let a single opportunity go to waste. "...but I suppose if you insist on not enjoying yourself it'd be appropriate if we left - lift me up, please".

She didn't have to ask him twice - he even endured her instructions to carry her around the room so she could say her goodbyes to what felt like everyone present and then some - if it meant getting away from that place, he'd tolerate it all.


"So, out with it... just what bothers you so much about these parties? Don't tell me you were embarrassed to be seen with me the way I am now..." Adalia inquired with more than a little glee in her voice; he focused on properly securing her in her seatbelt before replying. "I never know what to say to those people... but today, everyone pretended there was nothing unusual going on - including you - how does that even happen?"

"Your understanding of proper etiquette is appalling, Daniel. Aristocrats like you'd find in a gathering like that wouldn't stand for any such rudeness". "Until we're gone, you mean" Daniel countered, taking gentle curves to keep Adalia from swaying uncomfortably. "Nonsense! I have nothing to be embarrassed about-" "Except the car you arrived with..." he mumbled, and Adalia gave him a cold stare. "What? That's... different. What I was saying, it is the fine mark of aristocracy to be above matters such as appearance..." Adalia began her most favorite lecture, and Daniel sighed.



"Household staff should eat in the kitchen". Nadine's declaration was resolute
There they were, in the kitchen - Violette nervously smiled around to the other maids as their part of the Chinese takeaway was divided amongst their plates. 'Household staff should eat in the kitchen' had been Nadine's declaration, and as a guest, held enough sway over the maids to grudgingly comply with her request. Unfortunately for Violette, that also meant she was carried along to the kitchen - there went her hope of seeing Daniel again, to somehow thank him for last night

dit was like a scene from her childhood to Violette, sitting around in the kitchen with the other maids around. Even with these women who weren't really maids, there was still a specific atmosphere about it that she had fond memories of. And at the center of all that was her old colleague Nadine, who had wasted no time to

It was a familiar sight for Violette - eating in the kitchen with just the maids around; it always had a specific atmosphere about it that she remembered fondly. "Are you sure you two don't want to sit somewhere more comfortable instead?" one of the maids inquired as she waited for her to accept the bite of Chinese takeaway. "Ofcourse not, household staff should eat in the kitchen" Nadine haughtily stated, and was rewarded with an overzealous spoonful. "Look, we're just playing along because of this competition, okay?" "Yeah, enough with the 'proper maid' lecturing already" another maid added, "our talents we get paid for don't involve etiquette, alright?".

"You girls shouldn't worry, this competition won't take long, once mademoiselle Adalia wins she-" "Huh? Still cheering for your mistress, Nadine? Aren't you here to compete with her instead?" Violette had wondered the same thing, and Nadine certainly didn't happy with the question. "Also possible, depending on what exactly young monsieur de Lusignac really wants, I'm just saying I'd understand if he just chooses mademoiselle Adalia like he's supposed to".

"Are you sure you wouldn't mind if Daniel- I mean, monsieur de Lusignac would marry miss Adalia, Nadine?" Violette carefully asked, letting Sarah clean her mouth with a napkin. "Why would I, a humble servant, care? Mrs. de Lusignac arranged this a long time ago, who am I to..." "But... you like her, don't you? Isn't that why you started working for her, after..." Violette blushed, realizing her words could easily offend the hot-headed Nadine. "O-ofcourse I like her! I mean, after working for a master like Daniel, anyone would... a-am I right girls?" Nadine weakly countered, but Violette could sense a sudden and distinct glee amongst the maids.

"Oho, so that's what's going on!" "I bet you had your eye on her ever since she came here to visit, didn't you!" "Lusting after your mistress, we can understand that kind of relationship between employer and employee..." "Too bad she fired you, huh?" "Yeah, did you at least sleep with her before you two broke up?" the maids fired a barrage of taunts at Nadine, avenging the aloof attitude the girl had been giving them. "Stupid Bettine" Nadine bit at her, clearly fighting back her tears, and Violette felt terrible as she now understood why Nadine seemed so distraught earlier - miss Adalia had actually fired her old colleague from her service over this...



"I still cannot believe you tolerate this kind of behavior from your staff! No wonder Nadine ended up such a poor maid - is this really what you let them serve you when I'm not around to arrange a proper dinner? Chinese takeaway?" "It was my idea," was Daniel's weak defense, "I figured, since you used to like it so much-" "-when I was a young girl! Children are not properly educated in the art of fine dining!" Adalia finished for him, and Daniel sighed - it had been over an hour ago since Adalia finished the last bite of the meal, and while he was sure she ate the most by far, she still wouldn't let him hear the end of it.

"Seriously, offering commoner's food to your guests is a functional way of letting them know they're not welcome, but I suppose you're absolutely fine with that, at least?" It couldn't be over seven in the evening yet, still at least five hours of this to endure - since Adalia had ordered dinner up to her bedroom, he could only hope she'd turn in early tonight. "I get it, I get it... I'm not fit to be an heir, I'm a terrible host and I even let my own household staff treat me like a footstool... it's all my fault Nadine showed up on my doorstep with her limbs removed... did you really pick this day just to lecture me like you always do?"

"Well. Someone has to teach you how a gentleman of your standing should behave - I suppose we'll have plenty of time for that after our marriage, so if it bothers you so much I'll let it slide for today. We have other things that require our attention, after all". Daniel looked up from the table he had been resting on - Adalia insisted she'd get the bed to herself to rest after dinner. "What other things?" he muttered, dreading another party he'd be forced to attend, or worse, one of those boring art exhibits she'd insist he'd like...

"W-we're going to have sex, ofcourse".

While she didn't deliver it with her usual confidence, Daniel still only managed a meek "...Why?" as blood rushed to his face. "Because of last night's precedent, I suppose it's simply expected of the competitors now... i-it can't be helped, so let's just make it quick". His heart was pounding in his throat, his mind trying to puzzle together what Adalia was referring to. "Last night...? We didn't... I didn't sleep with Violette if that's what you mean, so you really don't have to..." Adalia was blushing too, her head tilted towards him, still trying to maintain her strict gaze. "I t-take it you like the way I look now, so we might as well get this over with" she insisted, and increasingly dazed, he slowly shook his head. "It's... it's okay really, it's not like we have to do this just because my mom said-" "Oh stop talking Daniel and come here".

The room was spinning again. He swallowed as he stood at the edge of the bed - Adalia looked breathtakingly beautiful. "Y-you've... been with a woman before, s-so... take responsibility already". She wriggled closer to him, exhaling warmly as her blush deepened. She was serious about this, and still... why was he hesitating? "Hurry up and take off my dress already" she spoke hoarsely, a commanding tone still lingering in her voice - this was Adalia Galvez de Cordoba, the girl who had always been like a nagging big sister to him, always trying to set him straight, and now... "You're not that boy anymore, are you Daniel?" she whispered, reading his thoughts as no one else could, and as if by themselves, his hands began to slide Adalia's silk dress up her slender, reduced body, gently mussing her hair as he passed it to the side. Her beauty, her smell so intoxicating; he leaned in, his ears throbbing as he kissed the magnificent woman beneath him, helpless under his touch.

With her permission, he could freely feel her rounded shoulders, Adalia gasping slightly as he touched the still-sensitive skin where her arms used to be. Her body, so warm... Again, he found himself with her permission to fulfill a childhood fantasy as he lifted her body to undo her brassiere. And what little he knew about real women, he now knew that Adalia was indeed honest about this, wanted this as much as he did. "You're beautiful" he stammered as he found himself staring up from her breasts, back to her blushing smile, finally freed. "I know, you idiot..."

There were no instructions, no lectures as he undressed himself, gently repositioning Adalia as he joined her in bed. Her body was perfect, so compact against his, her rounded hips resting against his legs as he kissed her shoulders. A subtle nod from her was all he needed, still blushing as he removed her exquisite lace panties. And there she was... her long black hair strewn across the bedlinen, her glorious, limbless body writhing under his touch, a glint of her moisture lining her sex. A quadruple amputee woman, longing to be made love to... "What are you waiting for?" she whispered impatiently, and it was Daniel's turn to nod.

For that moment, Daniel and Adalia were one. He was gentle as he entered her, she resisted the initial pain, her chest rising against his as she breathed in, then moaned softly and relaxed, surrendering to his ministrations. When she was comfortable, he attempted a steady rhythm, their breathing slowly becoming more pronounced as he found his stride. He, the inexperienced recluse, she, the calculating socialite, reduced to a perfect vessel for his lust and affection, were simply two humans making love now.

"You can go a little faster..." came Adalia's hoarse whisper, somewhat diminishing the mystical atmosphere with her request, but it fanned his lust in return. She felt almost like a doll in his hands, unable to brace herself against his thrusts, though he could feel her canal tightening around his shaft, her breaths bordering on moans now as primal instincts took over his motions, his hands clasping her shoulders to keep her in place.

He was having sex with Adalia, made an amputee to suit his tastes, her body pinned down where her arms used to be, her legless hips sliding across his, all her pleasure depending on him... It was too much, too perfect, too many fantasies made reality at once for his hormone-dominated body to handle. "I-I'm... I'm going to..." he panted, his mind wild and uncontrolled as it simply happened already, his hips jerking as he thrust deep into his lover, meeting with a sharp gasp from Adalia as his seed filled her. His trembling hips thrusted involuntarily for a while, Adalia's hot wetness squeezing his throbbing member as his orgasm subsided, but it wasn't until he saw her blushing smile that he truly felt satisfaction, a bliss he had never felt before.


He held her for a while as they recovered, Adalia only able to answer his kisses as she was unable to lift herself up against him. Yet as soon his euphoria subsided, guilt began to gnaw on Daniel's mind. Adalia had been convinced they were to be married. She had her limbs amputated... for him. Her body would be permanently scarred... for him. And despite the love he felt for her, he knew he wasn't ready to marry her, knew she didn't need him to marry her in the first place. It was a shame to ruin such an intimate mood, but...

"Adalia... why did you do this? Why did you let my mother talk you into this stupid competition, followed her impossible instructions? You don't need my money, you don't need my assistance in your life, you-" "Shhh..." Adalia whispered, her breathing still so shallow. "What I don't need... I don't need feet when I have staff that can bring me anywhere I wish to go... I don't need hands... when I have maids tending to my every need... you know, for an aristocrat, this is only a small sacrifice to make, so... Daniel... don't worry..."

"But what if..." he started, his heart feeling so heavy. "You think you're not ready to marry yet...?" Adalia smiled tiredly, and Daniel hesitantly nodded. "It just feels... wrong, I don't know - I just..." "You obviously haven't given it much thought... probably why your mother arranged this competition in the first place". He hardly had time to give it any thought, so that shouldn't have been a surprise. "It would be good for you, you know. Your life is too withdrawn". "I manage" he spoke to the ceiling, not comfortable with where Adalia was taking this conversation.

"But you'd be better off with me, you need someone to look after you". "Adalia, I really like you, and-" Daniel started, but blushed as his eyes locked with Adalia's again. "A-and you have always been looking out for me, in your own way, but... you don't need me". Adalia was quiet for a moment, then gently pushed her head into his neckline; it felt strangely affectionate. "What do you know..." she whispered, trying to force some irritation in her voice, but she seemed too much in thought to make it sound convincing. And Daniel realized he had only been focusing on his own side of the deal, as usual.

"Do you really want this?" he asked, brushing her hair from her face as she remained in thought. "It's expected of us... and you have to agree, it simply makes sense," Adalia finally concluded, "there is much to be gained on both sides for the de Lusignac and Galvez de Cordoba families to be united, and we owe it to our parents to honor their intentions". "That's not what I asked..." Daniel sighed, staring back at the ceiling again; he just couldn't figure it out. "When I said you didn't need me, you..."

"Again... I'm expected to marry you. Your mother is strict with you in this regard... it's no different for me. It's not like either of us has free choice in this matter, and I think it's clear we can get along just fine when the... mood... is right..." Daniel quickly glanced at Adalia, confirming the warm blush on her cheeks. "Daniel, I need you to get over your reservations and accept that this is simply the sensible thing to do. I know you have certain... needs... yourself, and I'll understand if you wish to explore those urges further before the marriage... o-or now, if you want..." "I mean, it'd be inefficient to let precious time go to waste..." Adalia huffed, but couldn't resist a smile as Daniel shifted his position over her reduced body again, closing her eyes as he leaned in for a passionate kiss.

"If I may make a suggestion, it'll feel a lot better if you lift her on top of you - either way around will work..." Startled, Daniel looked to his side, his embarrassment quickly rising as he realized Helena was in the doorway, sitting up supported by the doorframe, wearing only a short nightgown on her body and a devilish smile on her face. "H-Helena? What on earth are you doing in here? Daniel, why didn't you lock the door?!" At least Helena and Adalia were sisters, seeing each other naked was probably quite ordinary to them, yet that hungry look Helena was sending him... "Just sizing up the competition, sis - seems you're still one size too small, hmm?"

Daniel knew exactly what size Helena was referring to. And how sensitive it used to be for Adalia. But that was years ago; Adalia was a mature woman now, collected, above petty-"

"We're twins, you unmannered slut! My breasts are just as big as yours, and don't give me that nonsense about you drinking more milk when you were young! I drank just as much - if not more - and mother measured us plenty of times - guess what, same size!" Daniel cautiously turned back to Adalia, astounded she'd still let herself be baited so easily...

"Whatever - weren't you two going to have sex? I can't wait to see how my darling sister has been coming along..." "We already had sex earlier, and it was great, thank you very much" Adalia childishly boasted, leaving Daniel even more embarrassed. "But you didn't even orgasm yet" Helena smirked triumphantly, and Adalia was actually quiet for a moment, much to Daniel's dismay. "I know the sound Adalia makes when she reaches her peak only too well, Daniel - and you have some work left to do!"

"Umm... I really don't think this is-" Daniel stammered, swallowing nervously, but Adalia quickly came to his aid. "He's done an outstanding job so far - I can't fault him for overenthusiasm, but as you implied, we were just going for round two, so off you go". "Well dear sister, I could fetch your maid for you to help things along..." Helena mused, and before Daniel could process what she meant by that, Adalia had squirmed on top of him, raising herself up as a cobra poised to strike, though she was blushing intently again. "I have no idea what you mean by that dear sister, and may I remind you that I already fired Nadine from my service-"

"Umm... girls, please..." Daniel croaked, experiencing some difficulties speaking with Adalia on his chest; he had no intention of becoming a casualty of war. "Fine, fine... I'll leave you two to it... ah, and Daniel... my sister just loves getting her nipples tweaked, be sure to remember!" "I'll remember that" he managed, with Adalia, still fuming, finally moving back to his side; in the doorway, Helena turned around once more. "Oh, and nibble her earlobes when you're fucking her!" "Th-thank you Helena..." Daniel smirked; Adalia's blush deepened again. "Okay, now-" he started. "And her asshole is pretty sensitive!" Helena's call came from the hallway, interrupting him again. "I think Daniel has enough pointers dear sister, now clear off!!" Adalia shouted into his ear, and he gave her a nervous smile. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she whispered, which was all the encouragement he needed. His kiss more confident now, he finally resumed where they left off.



It couldn't be later than 9 o' clock - Ermengarde could still see the sunlight slipping in around the heavy curtains - and she was almost certain now that that stupid Daniel had forgotten about her. Adalia was probably still bossing him around, but it wasn't like she didn't need him today as well, instead of Daniel's maids Veronica and Suzette insisting again and again on assisting her with all sorts of embarrassing things she didn't need or want, but the more she fought them, the worse those two got...

It wasn't like she could stop them from putting her to bed so early, though the thing she was lying in could hardly be called a bed in the first place. Maybe she shouldn't have been so stubborn when they asked if she still needed to use the 'potty'. Her diaper crinkled noisily as she shifted underneath the pink blankets, trying to fight her building urge - she wasn't going to hold out until tomorrow... again...