Upscale Family

Liliana laughed softly as she listened to him talk about books and characters he had wanted to become. "I think... as silly as it sounds, I really always wanted to become Cinderella... among others... always wanted to be the princes..." It was oddly fitting though, how she, raised around servants and being a servant herself, would want to take on the roll of someone like Cinderella, where in the end she would be a princess married to prince charming.

Shaking her head some, she chuckled. When he leaned over her and his hand brushed against her back, a shiver went through her, and her eyes closed as she let out a slow exhale, trying desperately to mask the reaction she had to just a simple caress.
 
He pored his iced tea and after a moments thought pored her one too, "Here you go." he said taking ahold of her hand and placing the glass in it. "I'm sure there were just flocks of men willing to be your prince charming." he said with a laugh. "But I do tease so, do forgive me." he said. "You are a beautiful young woman, but something tells me you don't want to hear that from an old foagy like me. No, its young chaps who you would consider that a compliment from. Me, hell my saying that makes me just sound like a dirty old man. I mean I'm old enough to be your father." he laughed, "So I will keep my lecherous comments to myself."
He sipped his tea for something to do, and commented, "That dinner does smell good," he said, trying to change the subject, from the somewhat awkward situation he had generated.
 
There was a pleasant smile on Liliana's face the entire time, and at his compliment, the smile broke into a more genuine form, a blush caressing her pale cheeks at the same time. "You're hardly an old man, sir. It's flattering to receive compliments from a man as well established as yourself." Almost immediately after she said that though, she blushed a far deeper red. "Not that I mean rich as in established, I just meant... oh dear..."

Putting a hand to her cheek in the most adorable of ways, she looked down and smiled bashfully, busying herself with pretending to search for something in a low cabinet, where she could hide behind the open door.
 
"Its ok." he said with a smile, "We both just say embarrassing things tonight don't we." he asked retorically as he patted her on the back. "I'm flattered one as you would find me hansom." his face darkened, "I wish my wife would see it." he then did blush, "Excuse me, that is not your problem, I should not have brought that up." He looked around for anything to distract himself. Not finding anything he nodded at her, "Perhaps I should just go, I am disturbing your work afterall." He didn't want to leave her, but he didn't want to envolve her in his marital problems. And certainly didn't want so slip and flirt with her again, or did he? Maybe that's why he felt he should remove himself from the area, he enjoyed her company, and that worried him. Some part of him wished she would ask him to stay, but assumed she never would, afterall she was trained to allow the head of house to do just about anything they wanted, far be it from her to suggest something contrary to what he said he should do. However, he couldn't help wishing she would.
 
The feel of his hand on her back again elicited a small, shaky breath from her that she had to fight to mask, and even then likely didn't do so completely. He was talking about leaving her to complete her work in peace, and part of her cried out at the thought, but she knew it was his choice in the end. She could do nothing to keep him there, and it wasn't even in her position to request him to do so.

Biting her lower lip, she kept her eyes focused on the dishes she was shifting around in the cabinet for a long moment before finally looking up at him. "It's no problem at all sir... If you ever feel the need to get something off your chest, I'm here as a sounding board."

There was a soft smile on her face and a gentle blush on her cheeks, but it was obvious from the look in her eyes she meant every word. Of course thoughts much like his were passing through her own mind. She had been flirting with him, and welcoming his own flirtatious manner without a second thought until it was over. This could be a dangerous situation, she knew, but she didn't want to put an end to it. And yet at the same time, she was afraid she'd start flirting with him again and would end up regretting something she said if her tongue got too loose.

Standing, she took the glass of tea he'd poured for her and took a long gulp before setting it back down. "Dinner should be ready in roughly an hour and a half..."
 
"Do you mean that?" he asked softly, and saw in her eyes that she did indeed mean what she said. A tender look one of thanks came into his eyes, and he reached out a hand, to gently cup her cheek, stroking back a strand of her hair behind her ear, before letting his hand linger there for a second. "Thank you, you don't know what that means to me." he said softly before slowly pulling his hand away. Was there a reluctance in his move to stop tuching her? Had she felt the same electricness of the touch that he had, was he a fool, could she share the desire, or the sudden flood of warm emotions towards her, like he felt? He would probably never know. He turned away and moved to the shelf of cookbooks, intent on getting things back on a slightly more even keal, yet not wanting to leave her. "Do you bake?" he asked curiously as he squatted before the shelves of cookbooks, and began to skim through them. Obviously looking for one in particular. And the way he ran his fingers along their spines, it was obvious he knew what he was looking for, he probably had forgotten where it was last placed.
 
She nodded affirmation as he asked if she really meant what she said, only to soon have his hand cupping her cheek. Her body flashed with warmth suddenly, and her knees trembled, as if ready to give way. There was a look in his eyes, something deep and hardly there, but she saw it and wondered if it was a sign of the same thing that shot through her at his touch, his nearness.

At the same time she stood there looking up at him, her cheek pressed into the warmth of his firm palm, she was scolding herself on the inside. What are you doing, Liliana? Are you mad? You've never had reactions to anyone, let alone an employer, like you have with this man! And what about your thoughts about his son earlier? He's not even out of high school yet!

By the time he pulled away, she nearly leaned into the hand as it pulled away, but caught herself after only moving just a bit, hoping he hadn't noticed her reaction to the loss of his warmth, that gentle contact he'd provided. When he turned his back on her, she did the same in kind, her face pink with the blush on her cheeks, and she braced herself against the counter as she looked down into the crockpot, watching the roast cooking.

And then he spoke again, asking her if she baked, and she nodded, not turning around as she spoke. "Oh yes... infact, the rolls that are baking as we speak are home maid, I made the dough for them earlier this afternoon."
 
He looked over his shoulder at her, "Well, what a little treasure they've sent us." he said, "We haven't been this pampered since Melany Retired." he said. "Did she warn you if you gave me an inch I'd try to take a yard?" he asked with a smile at her, and suddenly realized the possible conotation to that statement, considering his flirtation and touch of her cheek. He blushed and coughed, "In refference to the kitchen I mean?" he said with an awkward little chuckle. "I have this mind to make some chocolate brownies, but Its been a while since I've baked, interested in helping?" he asked, "I'll use the second oven, I promise I won't bother your rolls." he smiled, almost as if he was asking for her permission. "I'll do my own dishes even, I promise." he said with a laugh. "And yes, I do know how to wash dishes, even if being "Well settled" means I've grown spoiled." he said lightly trying to make her laugh, or smile. "I wonder if we have the ingredients for them." he finally found the book and opened to a page that was dogeared, and obviously had been well used. "Now what do we need." he said he almost looked like an excited child, he hadn't felt inclined to bake in a while, even though he had helped his mother often when he was young. He turned and moved quickly to the pantry and began to look for the ingredients he would need, but of course, the last maid had rearranged everything. He swore a bit colorfully. "Someone mentioned to me that Sally had replaced Melany and my system, but I didn't think she changed that much." He turned around to look from the pantry, "Liliana, would you be a dear and show me how this stuff is organized?" he requested, nay, almost begged with a helpless look bak into the pantry.
 
Liliana had blushed as well, at his first comment, before he corrected himself, as her mind had obviously gone in the same direction his own had. Standing there, she pretended to wipe down the counters with a wet rag as she answered, still not turning to look at him. With each wide sweep of her arm over the counter, her body shifted, calling attention to the lovely sway her hips had, as well as the way her waist was tapered to give her a delicious hourglass figure.

When he mentioned baking brownies, she glanced over her shoulder at him with a grin. "I'd be happy to help," she answered sweetly, and even laughed at his jokes, mirth showing in her green eyes.

It wouldn't be until he asked for help figuring out the organization of the pantry that she would turn to him again, a small smile on her face as she looked to him almost as mother who knows she should be flustered with a child but simply can't bring themselves to be because they're just too adorable.

Walking over, a little bounce and sway in her step, she moved to be infront of him so she could get into the pantry. In this same movement, she brushed her side and backside against him, the soft curves of her body brushing his front. Glad her back was too him, she felt her eyes go wide and was hastily trying to summon words to excuse herself. "I... ah... oh dear, where are my manners? Excuse me, I'm very sorry, sir..."
 
"Don't appologise." he said softly, his hand settling on her shoulder, massaging gently. "It is I who should have stepped back." he said, "Even as he was speaking though, her brush against him took its toll, and he hoped she wouldn't notice as his cock slowly grew in his pants, fortunately restrained by his farely tight underwear. Is that the flour up there?" he asked rapping an arm around her waist in his atempt to see more clearly as he reached up to get the bag of flower his entire body pressed to hers for a second before he stepped back brandishing the bag of flower in triumph. "Now, where's everything else?" he asked once the initial triumph of finding one thing wore off. He had since stepped to a more healthy distance from her, a slight tint of red still coloring his cheeks.
 
His hand on her shoulder made her smile some, a soft blush on her cheek. It felt good... probably far better than it should have, given that he was her employer.When he pointed out the flour, she was just about to stand on tiptoe to grab it, when his arm went around her waist and his body pressed flush to her own.

She could feel the firm press of his manhood against the small of her back, considering their height difference even with her heels on, and had to bite her lower lip to keep from making any sounds. He felt good... too good. Her hand lifted, and brushed her nails in a feather-light caress across his forearm as it looped around her waist. It sent chills through her body, having him that close, and by the time he stepped back, this time to the point she couldn't even feel the heat of his body against her own, she was close to swaying on her feet, if it weren't for the fact that her free hand had grabbed one of the shelves.

When he stepped back, she finally drew a deep breath and pulled down a tupperware container with the sugar in it, followed by a bag of chocolate chips that could be melted down to make the chocolate from, as well as a few other things that may have come in handy.

Turning, she held her arms full of the stuff and looked up at him with a smile. "And all the sweets you could ever need to make a treat with," she said cheerfully.
 
He smiled, "You are the best." he said and looped his arm around her well it was supposed to be around her shoulders but ended almost around her waist as he steered her back into the kitchen. "Thank you so much for helping me." he said happily. "You are indeed a gift." He didn't say as much but it was obvious none of the other maids had let him do this since Melany had left. "Guess I should wash my hands to do the cooking. C'mon now, you too." he said, trying to pretend like he was telling her what to do, in one of those mockingly parental tones as he walked towards the sink and began to run water and wash his hands.
 
Liliana felt his arm go around her waist, and smiled, allowing herself to lean a bit into his side for a moment as she moved to put the things on the counter before following him to the sink. Laughing at his banter, she soaped up her hands before rinsing them and drying them with a paper towel. Grabbing a bowl from one of the cupboards, she put it out on the counter for him, along with milk and eggs and a measuring cup.

Several times while she was moving around, she had to lean over him or move around him, often brushing against him, and by the time she finally became still again, it was with her back to him, pretending to look for something in the pantry again, praying her nipples weren't showing through her uniform.

A few times, she'd brushed against him, her front grazing his back, the sensations sending tingles through her entire body from head to toe and leaving her in the state she now found herself in. "Does the list say we need anything else?" she asked, still peering into the pantry and praying that when she turned back around, it wouldn't be noticeable.
 
"No I think we should be good." he replied using the opertunity of her back turned to readjust himself in his pants. "So we start here, and add this." he was murmering to himself as he began to mix the batter. "Oh shoot I can't pore that in yet." He was focusing on his batter making, not on how her body in such close proximity to his had felt like. Had she really run her nails over his arm, almost like silent appreciation of his arm there? No it had to have been his imagination. He cought himself admiring her as he stood there out of the corner of his eye, at her graceful neck. He couldn't help wondering what it would feel like under his lips and tongue, and those breasts, they could make a guy's mouth water. He looked away still further trying to hide his blush. "Does this taste right to you?" he asked beckoning her over to taste the batter after he'd been stirring for a while. He lifted the spoon from the bowl and to her lips.
 
Liliana finally moved back to him, after deciding she couldn't find excuses to keep her back to him anymore, especially with him asking if the batter tasted right to her. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself for the inevitable moment when her eyes would have to meet his. She couldn't let him see what was happening to her, that every time they just brushed against each other, her entire being reacted.

She wanted to know what it felt to be standing with his arms around her in a gentle hug that was at once reassuring and protective, but she knew something like that could never happen. She wanted to know what it would feel like to have his hands, more experienced than any others she'd felt, carressing her, to have his lips against her skin.

Cutting that train of thought off right there, she leaned against the counter, leaning forward so that she was leaning over the bowl when he offered the spoon to her, she let her tongue snake out to dart at the end of the spoon, taking a small bit of the batter into her mouth before standing straight again, licking her lips as she analyzed the taste. "It needs just a little bit more sugar, but then it should be perfect."
 
He put in a bit more sugar and then continued stirring. What had he seen in her eyes, it wasn't a jump my bones and cuck me look, but deffinately could have been mistaken for a shy I'm interested in you one. He wondered what she was thinking. Wouldn't it be nice to be telepathic sometimes. He thought to himself as he kept working, then again maybe not. No, then she would know what he was thinking, know what he thought of when she had licked her lips and the spoon like that.
When the batter was ready, he could not say what possessed him to do what he did, and as he watched as if it were someone else, he hoped this wouldn't backfire on him. He watched as his finger dipped into the batter and lifted to her lips for her to try, the batter almost dripping from his finger.
 
Before she had the time to think better of her own actions, Liliana leaned forward, tongue coming down to catch the drop of batter that dripped from his finger, before lifting to wrap around his fingertip. It wrapped around, carressing him in a manner that was so unknowingly sensual it could have been called sinful. A moment later, her lips wrapped around his finger and she sucked the batter from his finger, a smile on her lips even as a blush spread across her cheeks.

Leaning back, she licked her lips again and smiled in a bashful manner, though the desire was certainly there, in her eyes, stronger than before, but still with that hint of being too shy to say anything about it.
 
He slowly let out his breath, and found his face was hot, he must have been blushing too. "Good?" he finally managed to ask, his voice sounding a bit horse as it broke the silence that wis so thick with sexual tension you could have cut it with a knife. "I should taste the batter." he said, "All good cooks do." and as if he was watching someone else do it, he slowly leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, his tongue moving over her lips tasting the schocolate on her lips before slowly drawing back. "Sorry, I shouldn't have done that. An employee shouldn't have to expect such treatment from her employer, forgive." he said, even as he blushed, and smiled uncontrolably at the sheer pleasure of kissing her even for that seconds worth of contact.
 
The math homework was done , finally ,it had been ugly and Seb wondered how the others in his class would handle it, while he wasn't top in his class he was close to it.

Miss Turner needed to get laid, then again Seb reminded himself so did he.

There were girls about who put out but Seb had standards in all the parts of his life be it clothes, cars or women and he wasn't quite at the point where he'd hump a slapper just to get the virginity thing out the way.

Opening his History assignment he reached for the bag of corn chips by his Mac and found it empty.

Well it was a chance to see Liliana earlier than would otherwise have been the case.

Making his way out of his room and to the kitchen he walked in and found his father....baking ?! that was most unlike the old man then again looking at Liliana he could understand why anyone would find any reason to spend time with her, still he was hardly going to be able to make a move with his father in attendence and if he was baking it meant he was settling in.

"Hi dad , HI Liliana" being as pleasent as possible "Ignore me I'm just here for some light eating material" with that he walked past the two of them and to the large side panty where all the snacks were. Opening a bag he took a chip out and wondered whether he should see how long it took the old man to tell him to leave or get on with his homework.

Then again with the benefit of viewing Liliana why would he leave the kitchen voluntarily "Anyone what some chips?"
 
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Madison Hearthie was usually the latest back home in the evenings, well ... that was when she actually decide she was going to come home that was. She spent a lot of time with her friends, around their appartments. Mind you it was no wonder that she wanted to stay away from her family ... if they knew her preferrance for females ... the fact that she was lesbian ... she wouldn't have ever heard the end of it. She was certain her father would chuck her out of the house, if not him then her control freak mother depending on that womans mood, and Sebastian ... well... She would definately not hear the end of it from him.

But here the college student was making one of her rare visits, since Melany had retired she hadn't been home all that much at all, that woman had been a good friend to her, the new maids were nothing like that, mean, controlling the whole lot. The reason for her visit then ... It was either home sickness, if that was possible, or just curiosity at what this new maid her father had hired was like.

Sure her registered place of residence was this place, but she made up any sort of excuse to stay away a bit longer. Never the less, her father had actually called her today and told her to get back and meet the new maid.

Sneaking in as quiet as possible, Madison ooked through some rooms, the first she thought people might be inhabiting. She sighed, her deep brown eyes scanning the darkness of the houses many rooms. Soon enough she heard voice from the kitchen

Anyone what some chips?

"Yeah, chuck some this way Seb" Madison said announcing her arrival, to her little brother and indeed her father and whom she assumed was the new maid, or some chick her brother had scored... Actually this girl was pretty good-looking, she found her thoughts straying, If this was the new maid, Madison was so coming home more often now.

She tucked a strand of that Hearthie family blonde hair behind her ear, and straighted out her generic black t-shirt and jeans combo. "Hey there Daddy" she added, acknowledging her father.
 
When he'd leaned forward to kiss her, she'd willingly tilted her head back, offering her lips for him to taste without giving herself time to change her mind. She'd practically melted into the kiss during the few brief moments it lasted, and everything in her screamed as he pulled back, taking that oh so lovely warmth from her once more.

Her lips were just parting to assure him that it was alright, that she hadn't minded the kiss, a deep blush on her cheeks, when Sebastian joined them. Oh dear... she'd forgotten all about him! She was supposed to have returned to give that troublesome shoulder of his a massage, but had become entirely tied up with his father.

Turning her back to them both, a hand to her cheek, she moved to one of the ovens and pretended to be checking on the rolls inside. Speaking of... it was about time to apply the honey glaze she'd made to the tops, so it would bake into the dough.

Moving to the fridge, she purposefully kept her gaze off of both of the men in the kitchen and was just retrieving a bowl full of the yellowish, amber liquid when another presence made themselves known. Looking up, her eyes landed on someone who could only be the daughter that lived here.

Smiling brightly, she offered a courteous nod and then made her way over to the counter, setting the bowl down while she opened the oven and pulled the rack out far enough to use a pastry brush to apply the glaze to the tops of all the rolls.

Pushing them back in, she closed the oven back in and then moved to pull a brownie pan out, placing it where Roger could easily pour the batter he'd made into it. "I'll melt down some of the chocolate chips for an icing later."
 
To say that Roger was miffed when his son made an appearance would be an understatement, however he did not let it show on his face. He simply smiled at the young man and shook his head, "No thank you, I'm good." he replied to the question of chips.
Then his daughter made her appearance, he hadn't seen her in a long time and this time his smile was more genuine. "Maddy," its good to see you." He moved over to her and pulled her into a brief embrace. "How are things in college?" he asked as he went back to his brownie making. One part of him glad for the distractions from his growing lust, another part of him resenting the intrusion. He filled the pan, and then extended the dish to Liliana, his hand brushing hers as he let her take it from him. He tried to ignore the jolts of electricty flowing through him at her touch. He turned back to hear from his daughter how she was. He loved his daughter, but knew nothing of her secret.
 
Seb handed the bag out to his sister Madison with a smile, he liked his sister and he definately liked her friends at college, college girls were hot, college girls put out and he hoped that being the younger brother of one of their little group might even get him laid I mean some older women liked young guys ...so far nothing but he was sure that given time he'd get between the legs of one of Maddy's hot friends....yeah that was certain.

Seb smiled to himself contently munching away..of course he picked up that his dad had hugged Maddy and not him , not that Seb wanted that sort of man on man contact with any guy let alone his own dad.

Then there was Liliana , Liliana Liliana why couldn't he just have gone for it upstairs he'd be laid by now instead here he was watching everyone watching her ...in the kitchen ...THE KITCHEN!!

Seb put another chip in his mouth and broadened his smile at the oddity of it all, and it was odd even for his mental family.
 
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Madison had been captured by that girl's smile. She was cooking, with her father, but that wasn't the point, since she was cooking she must have been the new maid. Oh Maddy was definately coming home more often now. Maid's were there to help the people of the house were they not ... Her mind was running away with her.

She shook off any thoughts she might have been having of Liliana, before any of them could have noticed her staring. She was utterly gorgeous in Madison's eyes how could she not control peoples attention, surely she knew what sort of effect she had on people ... didn't she? Never the less she really doubted that Liliana had a gay bone in her body, shame really.

Madison was torn away from her thoughts when her brother handed her the bag of chips. She took a handful before almost instantly being hugged briefly by her father. "Hi Daddy ... I'm, good thanks ..." Stuttering slightly at the sight of him making brownies, she giggled slightly before speeking up again. "College is good thanks, I would come back here more often but you know how college life is ... well I dunno ... anyway ..." She turned and sat herself near Sebastian.

"Alright little guy?" She smiled, resisting the temptation to ruffle his hair up, "You understand the whole 'college life' thing right?" she chuckled again before going back to watching Liliana bustling around the kitchen.

She leaned towards her brother again and whispered to him, "That is the maid Daddy called me here to meet right?" She wanted to make sure that she was who she thought she was and not the other choice of her brother's new 'girlfriend'.. Maybe he liked girls who could cook ... with his father?
 
Roger actually laughed, "Of course I know what college life is like. Your old dad's been around the block a couple of times. Just because he works in a law office, and is 49 does not mean he has never gone to a college party, or ever studied with friends. After all, I did have 8 years of schooling, which I might remind you, were at a college." he smiled with a bit of humor at his daughter. "And you Sebastian, how are your classes? Did you finish all of your homework?" he asked, doing the parenting thing. As he stood in front of his children, sort of between them and Liliana, not intentionally, but that's how it happened. He let his gaze fall on his son, as he awaited his response.
A part of his mind wanted his children to just go away, yet another part of him was glad to spend time with them, especially his daughter, who he rarely saw these days.
 
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