Petra became so spellbound in thinking of her alluring sister’s physical beauty; and now, watching Claudia contort her exquisite body into such an amazing albeit unnatural position, Petra did not consciously realize that she was gently pleasuring herself through her summer dress and that her underpants were soaked to the skin with her intense arousal. Shaking herself back to reality and trying to pull herself together, Petra took a few deep and cleansing breaths. Looking out into the backyard once more, she saw Claudia now laying Kurt and Mia out on their backs on their yoga mats and she immediately did not like the way Claudia was touching Kurt.
Petra watched intently; her heart pounding.
What is she doing?
Just then Claudia stretched herself out on her back between the kids. They all joined hands and laid motionless for what seemed like hours. Eventually, Petra returned her attention to preparing dinner for her family. Her heart was still pounding, and she was sweating profusely.
**
Petra sat quietly at the dinner table a few hours later, treating herself to a glass of a delicious California vintage Merlot that had been one of Claudia’s gifts of that day. She ate very little. The table conversation was lively and enthusiastic as Kurt and Mia bombarded Claudia with questions about her worldly travels and then listening intently as their aunt regaled them with many a story. They were particularly interested about life in America. Petra heard everything but was not actually listening to anything. She poured herself a second glass of wine.
After dinner, the four of them gathered in the living room to watch TV. Kurt and Mia were seated together on the loveseat and Kurt controlled the remote. He wore his usual evening attire which consisted of a white T-shirt, a pair of baggy red athletic shorts down to his knees and no shoes or socks.
Mia wore a tight, dark blue tank top that wondrously accentuated her ample bosom and cleavage, accompanied by an even tighter pair of sky-blue short-shorts that clung so snuggly to her cupcake bottom and her thick, luscious hips.
Petra had settled into her usual place in the rocking chair in the corner, donning her usual sleeveless white night gown that fell loosely down to the tops of her calves. She too, was barefoot. She was flipping through a magazine and trying her best to ignore the skimpy outfit her daughter wore.
Claudia, while still in her spandex pants but had replaced her sports bra with a loose-fitting three-quarter sleeve shirt, was seated on the floor opposite the loveseat and thoroughly studying her family with a most keen and sexual eye.
First: Petra. Breathtaking! Tall, slender and so very sensual and sexy. A living embodiment of an Aryan Goddess with that flawless alabaster skin, that stunningly beautiful face, those captivating sapphire blue eyes, that hypnotic smile and that gorgeous maim of thick, flowing platinum blonde hair draping down past those alluring shoulders. Then that long, sleek neck and those long willowy arms. Five-feet-ten on those two long, gorgeous and powerful legs. Those fertile and curvaceous hips, firm thighs, slim waist and a soft but flat tummy. And her breasts! Those big, voluptuous and glamorously round D-cups with the plump pink nipples the size of erasers.