The Boy, the Girl and the Maid
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				Title: <strong>The Boy, the Girl and the Maid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jadeling</strong> on <strong>23-04-2009, 04:49:45</strong>
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				"I'm home!" yelled James, dumping his pack on the floor of their shiny black-marble kitchen. It had been a long and tiring day, and for his one and only 18th birthday, it hadn't been anything especially amazing. But tonight... tonight would be something amazing. For him, and Angela both. Hopefully. If this all went according to plan.<br><br>Oh, god.<br><br>Who was he kidding? She would never want... him. She was so much older, and so much more experienced, and she probably looked down on him like a brother anyway. A brother. He didn't want a sister, he already had one of those. He wanted... he wanted someone he could touch, feel, share a hug, a bed, his warmth with. And he didn't think, he didn't want it to be any of those stupid, chattering, frankly moronic girls at his high school. Obsessed with football jocks, and muscles, and nail paint, and all that immature, stupid, crap!<br><br>No, he wanted her. He wanted Angela. He wanted to be with the Maid.<br><br>As he stalked through the living room ("Hey, sis. No, I can't play right now. Yeah, thanks for the birthday wishes, I loved the present. Look, we'll talk later, okay?") he thought back on Angela, the girl who had entered his - their - life, so many years ago. His mum and dad were finding it more and more difficult to cope with him and his sister's various requirements, especially with their ridiculous travel schedules and inter-state visits, and so they had talked it over with the kids, and gone and hired a maid from the Agency that a few of their friends had recommended. When she had arrived, Angela had immediately struck James as - well, a girl. He hadn't been interested when he was 13.<br><br>Now, though... he sighed as he slumped into his chair in his spotless room, swinging his feet up on the chair and covering his head with his hands. James had never figured out when precisely he had started 'noticing' Angela more and more. He had been 15 by the time his parents had started trusting Angela enough to leave them alone with her without one or the other of them being around; he knew he hadn't been supremely interested in her then. But by the time he was 16 or so, she had...<br><br>Well, he had. It was perfectly normal, that was what school suggested. Puberty. Hair in weird places. Morning - well, it was a good thing he didn't sleep in the same room as his sister anymore, that was for sure. And while his mates had been joking about that Christina girl, I hear she puts out, ho-ho, his thoughts had been elsewhere. At home, on the girl who cooked, and cleaned, and did everything for the family, was <em>part </em>of the family - almost. <br><br>Sometimes he wondered what it was that attracted him to her. Her physique? Maybe. Or then, maybe it was just the fact that he had pretty much grown up with her, head nestled to shoulder maybe in exhausted slump after a tiring soccer match, or the smell of her hair lingering in the bathroom right after she had used it. And - and he was sure that she wanted him, too. He had seen her eyes flash at him, naughtily, hint of a smile around her lips as her room door swung shut; he was sure that the reason she liked to wash the floors on her hands and knees, scrubbing mightily, was for his benefit and his alone. <br><br>Well, it was his 18th tonight. And tonight he was going to be a man, and tell her what he really thought.<br><br>If he could get his sister out of the way, first...<br><br><br><br>(OOC: I named the maid, I hope you don't mind. Anyway, I'll be super-interested to see how Silk wants to play the sister! :3)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Boy, the Girl and the Maid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jadeling</strong> on <strong>23-04-2009, 13:13:25</strong>
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				((OOC: Uh, it wasn't literal, Silk. It's his POV, so he's only speaking of his side of the conversation. I was leaving you room to write your side of the convo, if you so wished. Regardless, I'm going to play it as though it were just him speaking then.))<br><br>James sat at his desk, thinking deeply, trying to plan. Mum and Dad were out of the country for another week and a half, so they were a complete non-issue, unless a phone call came through or something - they'd just have to deal. Nobody else would come into the house at this time of night, unless he had ordered pizza or something, but he wasn't planning to. No, the only obstacle (besides his own nervousness, and maybe Angela's feelings towards him - but she wanted him! She wanted him like he wanted her, he just <em>knew it!</em>) was his baby sister, Sarah, currently nestled up on the couch in the living room and showing no signs of moving. What could he do?<br><br>If he knew Angela and Sarah, they had something planned for him - a cake of some sort, probably, an extra acknowledgment beyond what they had already gotten for him. So that was dinner, and dessert probably covered, and then Sarah would want to watch her favorite TV show, whatever that would be right now. Maybe he could get Angela some wine, and then - no, no. He wanted this to be special, to be absolutely without any kind of outside influence in anyway. No alcohol. But maybe they could just, kind of, talk together, while Sarah was watching TV. Nobody ever watched it with her anyway, except Angela if she was ironing or something in the main room, so she wouldn't care that she were alone. And Sarah had a whole two-hour block of whatever shows it was she liked, so that would be quite some time...<br><br>He sighed, loosened his tie. Where was Angela right now, anyway? He hadn't seen her since he had set foot back in the house. Curious, he got up and wandered back out to the lounge room, to see if she was there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Boy, the Girl and the Maid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Priscilla</strong> on <strong>23-04-2009, 15:00:04</strong>
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				Angela went about dusting the counter table in the main lounge. She couldn't help but hum as her mind registered each of her actions as a tune. She loved music, couldn't get much of it. She loved spending time with Sarah whenever she was watching the telly and made sure she timed her chores in that appropriate time frame. She didn't know what it was about herself, but music blaring from speakers, in movies, even cartoons ... it brought such a smile on her face. In her moment of self gathering she does not realize that young Master James was standing right behind her. It was only when she heard a bit of a shuffle, she turns to face him.<br><br>"Oh! Young Master James! How are you today, kind Sir?" The smile radiated on her face as the first thing that entered her mind was to see if he needed help with anything, was he carrying his school bag? Could she assist him in any manner? The kids were her life and after spending such a long time with them it was safe to say she developed a longing for them that only comes after so many years of nurturing. 'But he is not young anymore, Angela ... he's a grown ... man,' her mind disrupted to which she faintly smiled. It doesn't matter, true the bigger the get, the more demanding they become. But not these kids, and besides, if there are any demands by them, she's always done her best to fulfill them, has she not? She looks at James, smiling to welcome him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Boy, the Girl and the Maid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jadeling</strong> on <strong>23-04-2009, 17:17:17</strong>
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				James stood, admiring the view of Angela bent over the counter table, humming to herself cheerfully as she dusted. Lord knows what she was thinking, but she always loved to hum - she loved the music. James had noticed that, amongst other things. Even when it was just Bugs Bunny on TV - no, <em>especially</em> when it was just Bugs Bunny on TV, they always used the classical stuff - she would always be smiling, happy with herself as she cheerfully did whatever it was that she needed to do. <br><br>"Oh! Young Master James! How are you today, kind Sir?" she asked, turning and giving him one of her incredible grins. He raised one eyebrow in perfectly pitched annoyance, although a smile tugged at the sides of his lips. "Oh, come on Angela," he laughed, eyes gazing deeply into hers, "I thought I told you to knock it off with all that 'young master' stuff. This isn't the 1800s, you know".<br><br>He ambled over to the sofa and sprawled himself over it, reaching one hand down to ruffle Sarah's hair, but never once took his eyes off the Maid's beautiful face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Boy, the Girl and the Maid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Priscilla</strong> on <strong>23-04-2009, 23:59:18</strong>
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				Angela stood there, crossing her arms behind her back as she shook her head. He never liked the way she addressed him. Kids these days, they keep thinking and blaming the elders to be not 'Victorian', who is to tell them that this is not old school at all, but good manners. She decided to spare him the lecture but ruffle his hair as she passed by him, walking towards the other end of the lounge.<br><br>"Would any of you kids like a sandwich, maybe some pizza? I can order some for us if you don't want the usuals tonight!" She smiles at James as he sits beside Sarah. He was 18 years old today and was turning out to be a beautiful man after all. She remembered all those years she has spent looking after him. They surely had their own secrets but nothing that would have bothered his parents. They trusted her with their kids, and since both of them were professionals, Angela had this full time job looking after the house and children. 'They are not children anymore, silly ... even Sarah! Look how she's grown,' her mind bellows at her. Sarah was also attracting attention at school, and Angela always had to ascertain they were going about their education properly, the last thing she needed was a matter she can't handle, but the way things were at the moment, there was nothing she can't fare against. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Boy, the Girl and the Maid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jadeling</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 00:36:00</strong>
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				((Note: Silk has kindly offered to let Lilu play Sarah instead. Thanks, Silk! Welcome, Lilu! To accomodate Lilu, kindly disregard Silk's post, since I can't delete it.))<br><br>James smiled back at Angela, who stood politely by as he lay on the couch, Sarah determinedly ignoring him and trying to read her book. "Well, that depends, Angie. D'you feel like cooking tonight? Just for me?"<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Boy, the Girl and the Maid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilu Delayne</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 03:10:58</strong>
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				Sitting on the far right of the elegant black leather couch, was a young beauty. Her ivory skin, wrapped in a light white cotton dress, with sleeves that hung past her slender shoulders. Although the it was low cut, revealing the flawless skin of her chest, her bust was still on the underdeveloped side. Perhaps the shorter end of a B-cup? The bottom of her skirt ruffled, lined with lace, hovering just above her knees. Her doll like features framed by long blond locks, with a little pearl white barrette to top off the outfit, Sarah was one of the sweetest looking girls in her school. But, looks can be deceiving yes? She chewed on the nail of her thumb, completely absorbed while reading through an article of a Cosmo magazine, specifically '101 ways to turn your man on'. Her crystal blue eyes stared at the different positions and graphics that were illustrated perfectly through words. It got the 16 year old to feel strangely hot. <strong>"..James.."</strong> she whispered her brother's name out to herself, as if it was sacred. Slowly the images of what was on the page, were replaying themselves in her mind, but with her as the female and... J-<br><br>Hearing footsteps coming towards her, she jolted upwards, breaking out of her fantasy world and causing the magazine to fall to the ground. Quickly looking back and forth, she looked for a place to hide it as the steps became louder. With a foot on the front page she kicked it underneath the couch. Grabbed the remote and sat back, trying to look casual. Her heart was pounding. Peering at the person that entered the room she saw that it was her brother, who didn't seem to notice that anything was unusual. Thank god. She quietly watched as their maid had followed him. A heaviness was now on her lap as her brother rested his head on it. Sarah smiled sweetly as he began to play with her locks. She loved the attention she was getting from him, but something was off. His eyes were glued to that of the maid. <br><br>This wasn't the first time either. Sarah would always catch James staring at Angela with eyes that he's never shown her before. But.. why? Maybe, she was just thinking to deep about it. After all, it was rude to not look someone in the eye while you speak to them. Gently, she lifted her small finger tips and strokes her siblings hair with tenderness. Hearing James request, she nodded, agreeing with him. <strong>"Yes Angela! I'd prefer that you cook. Your meals are so much more delicious." </strong> It was his 18th birthday and she would agree to do anything for him on his special day. Anything. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Boy, the Girl and the Maid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jadeling</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 04:30:59</strong>
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				Feeling the tips of Sarah's fingers in his hair, James smiled softly, redoubling his efforts to stroke hers. They had always been a very affectionate family, the three of them; hugs, kisses on cheeks, hands tangled in each other's hair; James didn't really know if this was completely normal, but he attributed it to the lack of parental supervision most of the time. "I mean, you already know what I like, right Angie? ...to eat, I mean."<br><br>He glanced over at what Sarah was reading. Cosmo magazine? Oh, dear. It was hard to think of her as being 16 now, already; she was probably already starting to eye up the boys at school, and they to eye her. Perfectly natural, of course, but that didn't mean he had to like it. She was <em>his</em> sister, after all, even if they fought once in a while over something trivial; he almost always ended up apologizing to her. A smile played around his lips as he thought about it. Funny how that played out.<br><br>James found himself going on. "And after we have dinner, well... maybe we can just have some quiet time. To ourselves. We'll just curl up in this room here, and, well..." <em>No, wait, too blunt!</em> "...watch TV or something" he finished lamely. "Or at least Sarah can. Isn't <em>House</em> on tonight?" he asked, taking a stab in the dark, since he had no real idea of whatever it was that Sarah was watching now.<br><br>A finger brushed lightly against Sarah's earlobe, but James found that he was still watching Angela and all her curves so very closely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Boy, the Girl and the Maid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Priscilla</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 04:51:15</strong>
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				Angela smiled at Sarah, she always preferred her home cooked meals rather than ordering any take away from outside. James was the same way, but usually during the weekends he asked her not to bother too much since he was hanging out with his friends. She always had to keep an eye out who he was hanging out with, usually it was his old lot ... pals since elementary, boys she's seen grow up right in front of her very eyes. But there were times when he brought company that wasn't his type, and she has been stern enough in the past to let him know the difference between good friends and bad friends. He knew she was his well wisher, why would she ever offer him bad advice? But at times that was not the issue. <br><br>She sighs, wiping the sweat off her forehead: No, the issue was playing the role of a full time mum to kids she adored dearly but were not really hers. She knew James looked up to her for advice about right and wrong and always let her have the last say. Sarah was growing up to be a beautiful woman, and there were times they have had their occasional chats as well. She was careful never to smother them. But then again, she has tried hard to play the part of another sister, rather than a mother. <br><br>Angela walks to the freezer and fetches some frozen, hand-cooked bologne putting it in the microwave to make them sandwiches. She has longed for companionship, of course there have been guys in her life she fancied who liked her back, but there were always underlying issues. The last time she had a gentleman escort her to the doorstep was an year back, she can barely remember the one who escorted her to her living room and finally ended up in their bed. It was evident that she cannot properly savvy a relationship until her duties with this household were finalized. Maybe in a couple years or so she'll meet a man ... <br><br>Angela drifts off to the never-never land place in her mind, only to be brought back by the sound of the microwave. Bologne was ready. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Boy, the Girl and the Maid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilu Delayne</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 05:23:26</strong>
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				Her chest raised, taking in a deeper breath, feeling his chilled fingers at her ears. The gentle touch was teasing her senses, causing her stomach to flutter with butterflies. Looking down at her brother, her eyes were half open, watching his lips attentively as he spoke. Wanting them for her own. James had always been the perfect older brother. Hard at times, but usually the soft, caring type. And the fact that he was quite handsome, didn't make the situation any better. He had always been there for her in her most happiest times and painful ones. Not only was he like a brother, but a father as well. Since their parents would leave often, due to business trips, he was the one that was the first to teach her many things. She would always smother him and affection and he never refused her love. Perhaps that's why she fed on the desires that built up in her mind, thinking that one day he would accept her. <br><br>As Angela left the room, she tilted her head. <strong>"Is it just me? Or does my older brother have a crush on our maid?"</strong> She giggled, clearly teasing him, only because his eyes followed the maid's silhouette, until it completely disappeared to the other room. Lowering her chin to her chest, the tips of her hair dangled against his forehead. Closing her eyes, she bent down, taking her time to press her lips onto his forehead, holding it there for a few seconds. Sitting up, she stroked a hand down his cheek. <strong>"Happy Birthday again James. I hope it's going well so far."</strong> Sarah smiled sweetly at her brother, while her thumb brushed softly under his eye. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Boy, the Girl and the Maid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jadeling</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 06:07:01</strong>
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				"Wha- what?" James said, a sudden flash of panic in his eyes as he twisted his head quickly to look at Sarah; seeing the twinkle in her eyes, he relaxed, though unable to hide his brief, momentary expression. "Don't say stuff like that so brazenly, Sarah!" he muttered, batting at her hair as she looked down on him. "Do I have a crush on our maid..."<br><br>Sarah only smiled enigmatically, as usual, and lowered her head, brushing strands of hair against his face. "Shhh..." she whispered, pressing her lips to his forehead; he could feel every breath she took, as&nbsp; her tiny, soft hand wandered slowly along the side of his face. "Happy Birthday again, James" she smiled down at him. "I hope it's going well so far."<br><br>He smiled back up at her, odd feelings racing through his head. It wasn't like this hadn't happened before, but today - he was trying to think of Angela, but whose hands were on his brow? This was just weird. She was his <em>sister</em> - today was becoming a really strange kind of afternoon. Enjoyable, but strange. "It's going tolerable, dear sister," he smiled half-jokingly, lying there on her lap and gazing up into her eyes. "Tolerable."<br><br>Her hand was still on his cheek. Maybe he should do something about that? He brought a hand up to clasp it, move her hand to his other cheek, when...<br><br><em>Ding!</em><br><br>Angela poked her head back around the corner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Boy, the Girl and the Maid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Priscilla</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 15:03:06</strong>
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				Angela quickly chopped off the corners of the bread, and began tossing in spoonful of bologne till they were stuffed. Then putting a layer of cucumbers, pickle and olives she poured her home made honey mustard sauce on top of it. She looked around to see both of them whispering and giggling, but for some reason Sarah seemed a bit down. Thinking it might be something at school, or maybe just that part of the month she put the sandwiches on a tray and carries it to the lounge again. The table she wanted to put the tray on appeared to be a bit littered, it was the one right in front of the couch where the kids were sitting, and between the television set. <br><br>"Sandwiches are ready guys ... " She smiles, and then puts on a facade` of being disoriented. "And how many times have I asked you sweetly to please don't use this table for your magazines and glasses. I have to go about clearing it several times a day?" She ruffles Sarah's hair again on her way to the table, and then begins to wipe it, bending to allow her maximum leverage. A few minutes of that and she stood up again, going back to the tray as she watches James looking at her again, she smiles back. There was some kind of tension in the air, maybe she will get them to discuss it while they are having dinner, Angela thinks. She finally sets the table, and passes the carefully wrapped sandwiches to both of them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Boy, the Girl and the Maid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jadeling</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 08:21:11</strong>
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				James propped himself back up as Angie came back into the room, walking the walk he had almost memorised now and with an almost comical look of fake disappointment on her face. "How many times have I asked you, sweetly, to please don't use this table for your magazines and glasses?" she asked, trying unsuccessfully to hide a broad smile. "I have to clean it up several times a day!"<br><br>Sarah chose that moment to giggle and to lay her head down on his lap as Angie moved forwards with a wet sponge and an innocent look. Bad timing, bad timing! After picking up and neatly arranging the various magazines Sarah had left on the table - Cosmo, Vogue, all that girly stuff - Angie bent down slowly over the table and begun industriously wiping it down, with deep, hard strokes, running the watery sponge all over the sticky glass, wiping and wiping, giving him (and Sarah, though he didn't think about it) the perfect view of her perfect cleavage.<br><br>James went hard.<br><br><em>Shit!</em> he thought, uncomfortably aware of the head on his lap, way too close for comfort to the sudden tent he had errected in his pants. <em>Of all the times -</em> and he unceremoniously pushed Sarah's head off his lap and back onto the sofa. "Not now, Sarah, we're gonna eat dinner!" he said quickly, pretending to dust off his pants while desperately attempting not to have his eyes drawn back, back, back to the maid as she worked quietly and quickly at the table, breasts moving ever so slightly, almost painfully desirably and so, so close... "Just sit up properly and, uh, I'll go get the water" he finished, trying to put the sofa between him and the two girls, and rushing off into the kitchen.<br><br><em>Oh, god,</em> he thought, leaning back against the fridge and trying to collect his thoughts. <em>It's a good thing I'm going to - I'm doing this tonight, otherwise... did Sarah notice? What did she think? How friggin' embarrassing, and absolutely by random chance, too - I hope she didn't feel it, didn't feel anything, didn't notice anything.</em> Grabbing the jug of ice-cold water from the fridge and rummaging for some empty cups in the drawer, he rushed back to the lounge room.<br><br>"Let's see" he said nervously, as Angie demurely bent over to set the table, inadvertently showing off her prominent assets again. "Um, one for you, one for Angie, and one for - oh, crap -" A sudden icy sensation as the splash of water soaked through the front of his shirt, the glass cup luckily bouncing off the leather seat to land quite safely in a cushion. " - guess I'm going to need to, uh, change my shirt or something."<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Boy, the Girl and the Maid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Priscilla</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 18:33:14</strong>
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				She put an extra muscle into it after clearing all the paraphernalia off the top, it was looking spic as span but they didn't paid her to make everything look spic. They paid her to make sure it all looks new, and nothing has even a hint of depreciation. Angela clapped her hands twice after clearing the table, Sarah was unbelieveably quiet. She made a mental note of having a word with her when they are alone. For some strange reason she got like that whenever James was around recently, and for a wierd reason today James was acting a bit funny as well. He kept trying to make eye contact with her. Hmmm, maybe they can have a word after dinner tonight. <br><br>She watched James spill the jug of ice cold water, the boy was fumbling everything. She was glad she didn't ask him to fetch the bologne from the microwave before, Lord know what the boy is upto tonight. Putting her hands on her hips she eyes him coyly, a soft smile on her lips. "Well, bless the Lord you had a shirt on James, you don't wanna catch a cold on your 18th birthday now do you, hun? Come, follow me I'll fetch you another one." She walks over to Sarah, petting her head softly as she lays out her plate, and parks the tray right next to her side, whispering in her ear, "just shout for me if you need anything, hun. This won't take a moment."<br><br>Playfully yanking James by his lapels, she smiles. "Dinner later, young man. Clothes first. In caveman language, warm good ... cold bad, si? Capiche`?" She walks with him to his closet in the room and begins to fish through his clothes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Boy, the Girl and the Maid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jadeling</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 05:47:37</strong>
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				Finding himself almost dragged along into an empty room as Sarah watched them go, James's mind (and stomach) was a mass of contradictory feelings. <em>This is the perfect chance!</em> crowed one part of his brain, while another muttered quietly <em>Not now, not now, the risk is too great...</em> as he stumbled along the corridor after her, he was uncomfortably aware of both the water seeping down his stomach and into his pants, and his still - hard - ...errection. <em>Shit, shit shit shit,</em> another part of his mind thought, <em>she's going to find out what you've been thinking,</em> while another part replied back, <em>She was going to find out anyway! Let her know now!</em><br><br>So he stood there, trembling with what could be nervousness, embarrassment, or just the sensation of ice water trickling down his abs, as Angela rummaged through his closet humming to herself. "Ah, Angie... I have, uh..." he stuttered, carefully removing his shirt as he spoke. "I have, um, something to tell you..."<br><br><em>No! Don't do it!</em> came the impulse, and he found himself saying:<br><br>"...after dinner, so, uh, let's make this - um - quick, can we?"<br><br><em>You moron!</em> he thought to himself, his shirt in one hand, displaying his decent musculature (he worked out every day, mainly because he thought it made him more attractive than out of any tangible health benefit). <em>You had your chance and you blew it!</em> Other parts of his head were replying, <em>Patience. The time is not right now. Stick with - stick with the plan...</em><br><br>He grinned nervously at her, trying not to watch her body as he had been doing almost all night now. "Ah, can you just hand me any shirt? I'm kinda hungry, I just wanna get back to the table..."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Boy, the Girl and the Maid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Priscilla</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 20:10:26</strong>
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				Angela began going through his clothes, she remembered it was only this afternoon she arranged everything tidily in his closet but all of it now was a mess. Typical James, she thought. These kids can't let the house stay nice and clean for more than an hour, something always had to give at the end.<br><br>She prodded at the hem of his shirt forcing James to raise his arms so she can pull the shirt up. Humming to herself, she shakes her head as she witness that not only had the boy drenched his shirt but his entire upper bod was wet. She sits him down in the chair and goes off to fetch a towel, happy with her choice she comes back and sits next to him, softly scrubbing his chest and smiling at him. <br><br><em>"Ah, Angie... I have, uh..." he stuttered, carefully removing his shirt as he spoke. "I have, um, something to tell you..."</em><br><br>"Mmmm-hmmm?" She raises her eyebrows, barely registering it any importance. The only important task was to make sure she gets him all nice and dry so he won't catch a cold. <br><br><em>"I have, um, something to tell you... after dinner, so, uh, let's make this - um - quick, can we?"</em><br><br>She holds his ears and looks straight in his eyes, her face a few mere inches away from him. The boy was clearly distressed she could tell, this meant Angela was right in her premonitions earlier when she imagined he was acting funny and wanted to speak to her. She smiles trying to set him at ease. "Anytime, James. Anything at all." Her eyes still on his, she presses the towel against his abs, applying pressue down on his crotch, then grinning she leaves the towel there. "Change quickly in a new pair of pants, please?"<br><br>She heads back to the dinner table, settling down next to Sara, smiling at her. "You alright, hon?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Boy, the Girl and the Maid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilu Delayne</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 00:00:45</strong>
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				Sarah, who was entranced by her own thoughts, keeping her eyes on her older brother, didn't even notice when Angie came in with the sandwiches. As Angie made a comment about the table, something she reminded her every few times a week, she answered with the usual, <strong>"Sorry. I won't do it again."</strong> Her sapphire's still on James, she noticed a change in his expression. His eyes now half open, watching something intently, without even batting an eye for at least a full minute. What was he paying so much attention too. Turning her head slightly, in the direction he was staring at, she saw the full view of Angie's cleavage. Large and rounded with perfection. A tingle crawled through her body awkwardly, making the connection between James' gaze and Angie's breasts. Uncontrollably, her heart sank for a moment, in jealousy. Maybe her intuition between James' having feelings for Angie was correct. <br><br>Suddenly, she felt a hardness rising against the back of her head. As she turned to look back up, she was lifted into a sitting position in somewhat of a rush. Another strange action from James. Blinking in confusion, she could hear the alteration of his voice, followed by the loud thump, causing her to shudder. James had spilled the large jug of water over himself. It wasn't like him to be clumsy. What was making him so nervous? The only answer that explained all of this was Angie. <br><br>She remained silent as they both left to get him cleaned up. Sliding her feet over the edge of the couch, letting the tip of her toes rest against the marble floor, she gripped at the leather in a daze. ..He can't possibly like her.. she's like a mother to us.. she thought, biting down on her bottom lip. Although she tried to convince herself that it was all just a misunderstanding, the heavy feeling in her chest wouldn't leave. <br><br>Sarah nearly jumped as Angie's voice seeped through her ears. Meeting her eyes, she felt a large lump in her throat, finding herself lost for words. She couldn't possibly tell her what she was thinking. Forcing a smile, she shook her head a little.<strong> "Nothing."</strong> Just then, her blues skimmed over the maid slowly. She took in her well sculpted curves, the well chiseled chin that framed the beautiful features of her face, and her voluptuous chest. Disheartened, she looked to herself, an undeveloped little girl. IF James was attracted to Angie, she really couldn't blame him for it. Keeping her head hung a little, her bangs covering the saddened expression on her face, she swung her feet back and forth gently. <strong>"You're real pretty Angela. I can only hope to be as pretty as you." </strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Boy, the Girl and the Maid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jadeling</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 09:08:38</strong>
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				<em>Oh, jeeze oh jeeze oh jeeze...</em> James thought to himself, blushing almost scarlet in the darkness by himself. <em>She knew! She had to know! Why else would she press down - there...</em> he thought, almost paralyzed with a combination of fear and the sensation that had occurred just a few second before. <em>And she just walked out like she didn't care, give a damn in the world...</em><br><br>He pulled on a new t-shirt, plain black with a stylised design of a heart on the front, tossing his school shirt and his tie in the laundry basket to the side, and looked down. Change his pants? Well, they were a little wet, so... he grabbed some pants lying in a dishevelled heap on his bed, quickly stripping off his grey school pants and pulling the new pants up. They were a little baggy, a little too long for him, but maybe that would help hide his, uh, excitement from the girls. This dinner was going to be an absolute torture, he knew it.<br><br>Sarah was acting weird today, the thought struck him. Well, weirder than normal. They had always been affection, true, but this affectionate? Head-in-lap affectionate? Why hadn't he noticed it before? Maybe he was all wound up about Angela, and he was just making mountains out of molehills. After all, she was his sister - no, she was <em>Sarah</em>. Elegant, sensible, absolutely grounded in common sense, that was her. Yeah, his thoughts about Angie were seriously affecting how he was viewing - well, everybody today. He had even caught himself sneaking glimpses at - well, someone who had just had Angie's wavy hairstyle. <br><br>Obviously he was just caught up in some kind of weird lust-vision at the moment, and he had to get clear. He considered taking a cold shower, just to calm down until the moment was right again, but dismissed it after a moment's thought. They'd get suspicious if he went and did something weird like that... not that he hadn't done a lot of weird stuff already today. He was not this clumsy, he was never this clumsy! Get a grip, James!<br><br>Taking a deep breath and toweling himself off one more time, James hefted the towel over one shoulder and headed back towards the living room, stopping just outside the door.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Boy, the Girl and the Maid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Priscilla</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 20:22:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela smiled softly. She sat on the couch where Sarah was and pulled her head on her lap, she ran her hand through her hair, scratching affectionately. She remembered the time when she was growing up herself, those years ... if not worth cherishing they certainly had a ring to them and how you act in this time certainly has an impact on you for the rest of your life. So she had an idea what the girl was going through. She bends forward and kisses Sarah's forehead very softly, whispering. "Who is it, hon... I'm sure he's a very lucky boy to deserve your affection." She smiled. If Sarah wishes to share with her, she will. If not, Angela made the whole question sound like a statement. She knew Sarah trusted her to a level, but she mostly kept to herself, and it was better if she didn't bothered or pressed her deeper. After all, all the girl needed to know was that Angela is always available if she needed help with anything. <br><br>She turned around to see James standing. Raising an eyebrow playfully, she cooed. "I'm sorry, my liege but I don't have a red carpet to lay down for thee, you'll have to excuseth your humble servant and make your way to the dinner table, pretty pleaseth?" She loved being sarcastic with him.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Boy, the Girl and the Maid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilu Delayne</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 08:22:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes widen as she was placed on the soft lap of the maid. She smelt sweet though, a natural soothing scent. Her fingers were delicate as they massaged her throbbing head. Along with the short kiss, it made her atmosphere ease up quite a bit. Angie was so nurturing to her as always. The question startled her. How did she know? Then again, Angela had watched her since she was young, thus it wasn't a surprise for her to know when something was wrong with the little blond. <br><br>Sarah's cheeks blushed a slight red, not sure of how to answer the question, or if she was even able to. No.. she couldn't. Angie would think her mind was insanely warped. The unnatural feelings for him were devouring her though, especially since she had to keep it hidden. Perhaps she could admit her feelings to Angie or tell her snip it, just to release some of her emotions. As her lips began to part to reply, James had entered the room again. Immediately the clamped shut, adverting her gaze from him as Angie teased him. Once again, jealousy began to burn in her once more. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Boy, the Girl and the Maid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jadeling</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 11:44:09</strong>
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				God, now Sarah was on Angie's lap. Couldn't anybody keep anybody's heads off other people's laps today? James just hoped neither of them, Angie especially, tried to lay their head on his lap right now. He wasn't sure he could avoid them touching - touching <em>him</em> in exactly the wrong, or exactly the right way, depending on how you looked at it. Just trying to hide it was getting to be an incredible annoyance, now, nevermind all the complications with Angie, and Sarah...<br><br>"...excuseth your humble servant and make your way to the dinner table, pretty pleaseth?" Angie finished, watching him stand awkwardly in the doorway with a smile and a raised eyebrow. She really loved to play this weird idea of an eighteenth century maid, always curtsying and bowing and forsooths and whatnot, which was nice enough except that it clashed a few time periods together in the weirdest way. She'd even bought a set of frilly aprons and lace, just so she could wear it once in a while, like tonight. James hadn't thought about it at the time, but he had since figured out the only logical place to get one of those would be - well, at a sex shop or an online fetish costume site or something. That's what he thought, anyway. It was also possible he was just, well, viewing things through his sexually-charged frame of reference.<br><br>"Alright Angie" he said, trying not to be as awkward as he felt. Sarah seemed to be watching him, a slight blush upon her cheeks. Was she... no, it was probably just because she was on Angie's lap. Who wouldn't blush, so close to Angela like that? "You too, Sarah," he added, patting the seat next to him. It was probably wiser to keep away from Angie right at this moment, just to keep from anymore - clumsy accidents.<br><br>James picked up the sandwich as Sarah moved to her seat, and bit into it. "Mmmm, delicious!" he said delightedly through a mouthful of crumbs, forgetting his worries for a moment. "Have you got more in the kitchen, Angie?"<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Boy, the Girl and the Maid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Priscilla</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 02:01:55</strong>
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				Angela sat down at the table with them. It wasn't everyday she dined with the kids, most of the times she preferred to eat by herself with the TV blaring in the lounge, but this was a special occasion. It was James's birthday, and the kids would have made a fuss if she walked around dishing out second helpings. Of course it took quite an effort to get them to sit for dinner in the first place, James preferred it on his computer desk. Sarah ... well, she usually ate when she felt like it, and Angela gets to enfore Code 101: Picking kids up and putting them on the table by necessary physical force. She first witnessed the concept in motion when one of the kids was playing SIMs and how they kept hauling everybody around by dragging and clicking. She sighed and wondered to herself if only it was this easier in real life, and well to a certain level, it became!<br><br>"Right you are, my darling." She cooed as James requested a second helping. Putting her own half eaten sandwich to a side she rushes to the tray on the counter top and scoops some more on top of the freshly brisked bread. She turns and calls out to Sarah if she'd like some more too. Her hands busy wiping themselves against her apron as she flicks the crumbs off on the sink. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Boy, the Girl and the Maid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilu Delayne</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 03:31:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Called to her seat, she picked herself up reluctantly and sat beside James. To be perfectly honest she wasn't hungry and with her mind on other things her appetite lacked as well. But it wasn't normal for her not eat. It didn't take much for the girl to be full. Picking up the sandwich with her little fingers, she began to peel off the top crust. Putting the rest of it down, she tore it in half and placed it in her mouth. She thought it be best to at least look like she was eating since Angie did take her time to make them and it was rare for them to all be seated together, sharing a meal. In some ways it was nice. Finishing the crust, she took a small bite of the sandwich. It was delicious. So much that she couldn't help but smile as she enjoyed it. Within minutes the events that were making her feel uncomfortable had ceased to exist.<br><br>Being short, her legs dangled back and forth as she chewed happily. As Angie's voice entered through the room, she shook her head and called back to her, <strong>"I'm fine with this one Angela. Thank you." </strong>Without noticing she had a little dab of jam on the edge of her soft pink lips. Turning to James she tilted her head, <strong>"Are you planning to spend the entire day here James?" </strong>He had many friends. It wouldn't be a surprise if he was going to out for a little while. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Boy, the Girl and the Maid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jadeling</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 13:23:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, I'm probably not going out tonight." James said, biting into his second sandwich. "The big 'surprise' party is on Saturday. I'll have to work on my 'delighted surprise'-face in my room."<br><br>Looking at Sarah, he frowned a little, and leaned closer. "You got something on your lips" he said, bringing a finger to her mouth and wiping it away. As he ran his finger over her skin, he thought he noticed her tense up a little; but she leaned back out of his range and grabbed a tissue. "Jeeze, James, I'm not a baby anymore!" she muttered, turning away to wipe her mouth.<br><br>James shrugged. "I don't think of you as a baby, but you really did have something on your lips."<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Boy, the Girl and the Maid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Priscilla</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 03:32:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela ruffled both Sarah's and Jame's hair. "Nope, you are both babies. That's why they always say on the dinner table, eat first ... talk later." She sat down, smiling at James, as she places the sandwich right in front of him, then frowns. <br><br>"How many times, Jamesey?" And then carries on to pick a napkin as she tucks it in his collar, and makes sure it's spread out neatly over his lap. "Always use one before you sit on the table, hun. No matter what you are eating. It's good manner. Besides, women love men who know how to be proper." She winks at Sarah on her way to the table, and picks up her sandwich delicately, nibbling on the side, looking at both the kids. <br><br>"So, Sarah hun ... how're your classes? Are the teachers treating you okay?" She knew from prior experience how the teachers at Star Moss Junior High can be unwanted pricks. She addressed the problem in their last parent-teacher conference, and would waste no second in addressing it again if need be. The curriculum demanded 200 course hours, and they were releasing the students way too early. They did questioned her about the childrens' parents but since she had the letter outlining how she was the guardian for them, they had no trouble in allowing her to express her concern. <br><br>Angie looked at Sarah, raising an eyebrow. A soft smile on her face. 
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