“Detroit? Michigan?” Petra asked in English.
“Lovingly referred to as the Anus of America,” Claudia replied in English.
The two sisters burst into laughter and embraced. Claudia then planted a kiss on Petra’s lips and instantly Petra felt a tingling within her body that she had not felt in many years as the tip of her sister’s tongue whisked over her lips.
“You do remember your eighteenth birthday,” Claudia whispered in French; her lips just inches from Petra’s ear. “Don’t you?”
Petra found herself suddenly fighting with every fiber of her mortal being to resist some very old, very inappropriate and extremely immoral behavior. Collecting herself, she gently slipped out of Claudia’s embrace and smiled.
“Regardless of anything Claudia,” Petra stammered in German. “You’re my sister and I love you with all my heart and I’ve missed you. Thank you for coming.”
“Okay,” Claudia said in German; studying her sister rather askance. “I’ve brought gifts!”
Kurt and Mia both lit up with beaming smiles.
“Kurt,” Petra began. “Get Auntie Claudia’s bags from her car and bring them inside.”
“Yes Momma,” Kurt replied.
“What can I do Momma?” Mia asked excitedly.
“You my little darling,” Claudia replied elatedly as she put her arm around her niece. “You can show me your room; as I suspect you and I are going to be roomies for the next few nights.”
Mia was practically bursting with jubilation as she and Claudia walked passed Petra and into the house. Petra’s heart was pounding, and her loins were suddenly very warm and moist.
**
Later that afternoon, Petra watched from the kitchen window as Claudia, who had now changed into a pair of charcoal gray spandex pants and a bright pink sports bra with her long walnut brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, was amid her daily Yoga routine in the backyard. Kurt and Mia were with her, seated around her on Yoga mats that Claudia had brought for them. It was a warm and sunny afternoon in late May with a gentle southerly breeze that was playfully fluttering through Mia’s beautiful long hair. Petra could not help but smile at what a beautiful woman her daughter was becoming.
“She’s almost as beautiful as Claudia,” Petra whispered almost absentmindedly to herself before shaking her head in disbelief. “What?”
But it was true. Claudia was an exceptionally beautiful woman. Standing an even 5’8″, Claudia’s figure was a flawless hourglass and the spandex she now wore accentuated her firm and statuesque body magnificently. She was so incredibly tone and lean with masterfully chiseled muscle definition that was divinely feminine; all the way from her calves to her hips and through her ripped abs to her long and shapely arms. Her breasts were small but proportionate to her figure and physique. Her skin was like porcelain, her hair was pure silk and her face was radiantly gorgeous; narrow with high cheeks, a perfect chin, lovely nose, pouty lips and big limpid eyes that were the deepest and darkest shade of emerald green. Her neck was long and sleek, perched upon the sexiest pair of toned feminine shoulders.