Belongs to Other Women

The Lisa 10 story

Still Max POV's.

I tried to forget the vibration that was felt earlier and then refocused on the cooking I was going to make.

Quite simple. The plan is I'll make a capcay. All of them are full of vegetables. I took some of the materials I bought. There are white mustard, broccoli, cabbage, carrots, potatoes, baby corn and green tomatoes. All the ingredients I wash and then I cut fine to my taste. There I cut long, boxy, flat even sheets. I heat a frying pan with a little cooking oil and then put in a little margarine. Saute the shallots and garlic that have been finely chopped together with slices of onions and chili. Add pieces of chicken, shrimp, mushrooms and also baso slices. Stir and let stand for about 5 minutes. Then re-insert all types of vegetables that have been prepared, stirring. Dab a little salt, sugar and seasoning oyster sauce to make it more savory. Stir while putting about 100 ml of water and let it boil. After boiling, last input the cornstarch solution and stir until thickened. Now my simple capcay is done.

There was a smile on both corners of my lips. I was satisfied to see the results of the dishes that had been served in the pan. Then I took out two plates that Lisa had told me where they were, poured the capcay into each plate, split it evenly.

Slowly I stepped up, carrying the two plates to the dining table and arranging them. Provide two glasses filled with mineral water. While glancing at the door of Lisa's room that was still tightly closed. There's no sound I can hear from here. Not even the sound of water rustling from inside his bathroom was heard. I sighed, then shrugged both of my shoulders to declare a fool with what the alley did Lisa inside her own room.

While waiting for him to come out of his room, I again finished cleaning some groceries that I had not had time to put in the kitchen. Like some snacks and a few bottles of drinks boxes and cans that I put in the refrigerator. There is a bit of pride in seeing the contents of Lisa's refrigerator filled quite fully. Well, at least he can cook himself too when he is lazy to leave the house later.

After I finished with all that, I took off the apron I was wearing and hung it on the back of the dining table chair and I sat on the chair. I glanced at my watch, it had been almost thirty-five minutes Lisa was in there. Again I exhaled violently, reached into my pants pocket and picked up a thin, sophisticated object. I played my phone to make a feeling of saturation while I waited.

A few minutes later, Lisa's bedroom door finally opened. He came out in his pajamas and was complete with the top of his hair tang wrapped around a towel. 'Old message, he shampooed anyway!' I opened my heart while nodding my head. Lisa walked over to me who was ready to eat my food at the dinner table. I take off my posel, put it next to the dinner plate.

"Why not eat?" tanyanya polo's. I sighed again slowly then blinked my eyes briefly and looked at her again. The question he asked seemed to have no guilt. I was obviously waiting for him to eat together.

"Wait, your own meal." I purposely said that, so that he felt guilty for letting me wait a long time. Suddenly my stomach rang and the sound was heard clearly reaching his ears, making him laugh for a moment.

I rubbed my face, then told her to quickly sit down in the chair next to me and start eating. But before that, I felt that there was one thing lacking. I stared at the dinner plate in front of me. Then I saw Lisa, who stepped into the kitchen and took something there and came back showing me two pairs of spoons and forks that I had forgotten to prepare. Unknowingly a smile re-expanded on my face. "Thank you." I thanked her when Lisa gave me that pair of cutlery.

No longer did I look at Lisa who was already sitting on the chair beside me. Because, I immediately began to eat a variety of processed vegetables that I cooked myself tonight. And so is Lisa. After half of my plate was gone I just realized, shouldn't I ask how my cooking results to Lisa? I looked over and saw him eating my cooking. I paused my intention to ask the question just now, because it seemed like she was enjoying my cooking.

There was a sense of satisfaction in this heart once I saw someone I made food, devouring everything I cooked for him. Even without protest and without any complaints, Lisa continued to swallow the contents of the dish.

And for the whole time, I smiled feeling this feeling when I saw it.

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Lisa POVS.

Relaxed. A word that has the meaning of being free from all conditions or a sense of tension that shackles the soul. And that's the meaning of the word that I've been doing up until now, trying to be relaxed. Because ever since this guy showed up at my doorstep, my heart was beating twice as fast as usual.

Not to mention when he brought his attention to me. Asking if I had eaten or not, filling my fridge without asking, and then cooking for me. Yeah, I call everything he did tonight to me his form of concern for me. I don't care, this is a form of concern for someone who is considered his sister or for a woman. He obviously did it to me, right now.

Every now and then I steal glances at him who is busy devouring his own cooking. I admit, capcay is delicious. My mouth and tongue seem unwilling to stop chewing this food. Enjoying every mouthful that goes into my mouth. Until I finally filled my plate I ate. I grabbed my drinking glass and gulped it a few times.

"Nake?" max asked, suddenly he blurted out the sentence, suffocating me. Fortunately, the water in my mouth had run out, otherwise, all the contents could be sprayed freely in front of the face and wet the clothes. I answered quickly with just a nod of my head.

After eating, I decided to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen. While Max chose to smoke in the backyard. Sometimes I looked at him from the window in front of where I was washing dishes. I even smiled a few times to see it.

A thought too naughty for me.

Is this how it feels to be at home with Max?

Make dinner if he is done with work. I laughed at imagining all of that. Then smile wryly, if only all that could be realized, but baby, Max did all this just because I already considered him as his sister. Yeah, so why bother thinking about it?

I decided to watch television for a moment while lowering the contents of the food in my stomach. Then suddenly, Max also watched television. As I turned his head, he also replied to her with a wry smile on his face. Without me noticing, I was dissolved in a situation that made my eyes sleepy and ended up sleeping.

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The cup!!

A kiss in my sleep I can feel. Before long, it was just a meeting between two lips that touched each other's surface. There was no continuation and the touch was able to make me blink my eyes many times. Trying to wake up from a good sleep

The one who kissed my lips was Max. Yeah, he was looking at me when I opened my eyes. Half in shock as I was about to move from her seat on the edge of my bed, I slipped my hand, grabbed her arm.

"A good night kiss?" I asked by holding his upper arm.

I don't know when I've been in my room and in my bed. Maybe when I fell asleep on the front sofa, Max immediately took the initiative to lift me up, move me to the room. He had also turned off the room lights, only the sleeping lights beside my bed were still on. And under that dim light, we could still look at each other. And to be honest, my heartbeat this time was beating fast.

No voice or words were spoken by him. And for the second time he was about to stand up from his seat. "My company." Again I said an ambiguous sentence that sounded naughty.

How not?

Why ask for company in the room and with minimal light like this?

In addition to our current position on the bed. Isn't that too bad for me to say?

"Don't kayak this, Lis," withered Max with his eyes turning softly. "Don't keep teasing me. I'm a normal guy and I'm sure you're a normal woman, too." Max grabbed my hand that was holding his arm and let go of the hand.

'I tease her? That's right, he's the one who teased me with a dinner!' my screams in my heart.

Max got up from his seat, but my mischievous hands spontaneously pulled the edge of his shirt out of his pants since he had been cooking in the kitchen. He looked up when he felt his clothes pull. "Please ...," I pleaded with him for company at this time.

I saw his chest drop and exhale. Then without saying another word, Max climbed up my bed and sat down next to me. "Don't regret it," he said. His eyes were straight ahead, towards the television attached to the wall of my room, but not on.

I turned to face him, sidelined my body and looked at him with satisfaction. A question I suddenly wanted to ask him. But I hesitate to say it, what else is the current heartbeat I can not compromise. After repeatedly reassuring this heart, I finally decided to ask a question that stifled my chest. Because if I don't say it, maybe I'll feel sorry for the rest of my life. Like he said.

"Can I have it?" I looked slowly, she looked at me. I assume his current gaze is a form of answer from his curiosity to the question I will ask. "Didn't you love me?"

I really ventured to say that word. Even after that sentence was spoken, instead of being calm, my heart was getting stronger and more beating. Until I had to grab a small pillow and hold it on my chest with both hands.

Max looked at me more and more fixedly, and he said, "Isn't that a question I answered a few days ago?" said firmly.

I'm bowed limp. I think he's forgotten what happened a few days ago. An incident where I was too wild and too brave for her. And I should have been able to hold back, harboring my own admiration. Because from the beginning I should have known myself, self-conscious with my status is not this much. And again, my parents were nobody before joining his parents' company.

Not to mention myself. I'm a nobody. Not a model, not an artist, not the son of an official or the son of a conglomerate. I'm just Lalisa Florencia, an ordinary girl who has a myriad of ideals. Have many dreams that will not necessarily be realized. I am just a woman who will soon try her luck in the land of men. I exhaled my heavy breath.

Without feeling my hand move to touch his fingers right he put it next to his body. Then tuck my fingers together to hold each other. "Maybe if I don't know your sister, can we be together?" lirihku again. This time the words I spoke really came from the bottom of my heart.

"Maybe." His voice that suddenly answered my question instantly shocked me. I looked up at him in my head, like a water that watered my arid heart. Like a rainbow I got after a storm hit me. And like the warmth I felt after all the rejections I had.

Max's hand touched my cheek, our eyes clashed with each other while the hand I was holding now felt back my grasp. He slowly moved his face, eroding the distance between us. For a moment I could hear the sound of his breathing, even the fragrant aroma of the perfume he was using was as fragrant as it penetrated into my nasal cavity. Makes my brain more mature than I am now.

His sharp eyes were now looking at my two eyeballs. His fingers that were still attached to my cheek now felt like stroking gently, coupled with the movement of his thumb that really swept the caress. I lowered my gaze to his thick lips, making my heart even more unkillful. I painstakingly swallowed my saliva as soon as I saw that there was a slight gap opening on both of her lips. I tried to hold back my desire until finally, Max lost.

The cup!!

Max put our lips back on. Then he pulled my neck to deepen this ci*man. I was surprised by the reaction he gave, but instead of refusing I enjoyed it. Close your eyes and try to stay still without moving. Until he finally let go of the kiss. Pasting our forehead and sticking the tip of our nose.

His breathing became heavier, as well as the breath I exhaled. I opened my eyes, trying to look at him at this close distance. I can still see his eyes closed in silence.

"I told you, I'm a normal guy" he whispered with the rest of his breath. Not much I thought at the time. It's just that I want more of this.

I pushed his body, reattached our lips. The little pillow that I had been hugging was now stuck between our chests, as if to be a barrier. But I could feel both of his palms holding my hips, then turned into a grip. The moment it happened, Max suddenly took out his tongue and slipped it on both of my lips. I was surprised to no longer have the opportunity to do defense, at least to close my bbibir tight.

As Max changed our position, he clutched my body with his tongue moving in my mouth. Then my body turned under him. Suddenly the ci*man that Max did turned wild. He smacked my lips many times even sipped my twisted tongue, as I tried to compensate for the movement of his tongue. Honestly, this is my first time. Because before I only saw it in films or even tried to imagine it as in the writing of adult novel books.

Yeah, mature. It's an adult scene, not a teen scene. And not the usual things that fall into the category of teenagers. If a kiss scene like this is considered a teen scene, then fix it!! Which classified her brain is no longer sane. Because whatever happens after this, must not be heeded anymore.

And sure enough, the more brutal Max tasted me, no other sound was heard other than the sound produced from the links of our tongues and lips. I understand more and more how to balance this movement. The longer I tasted his tongue, down his mouth, again and again, until I heard the sound of the rarity come out of his mouth. It made me stop the movement of my tongue and take it off.

"Why?" ask me with a gasp of breath, and finally I can feel the fun of playing tongue with people we like.

Max smiled then shook his head slowly, barely noticeable. Now one hand he put next to my head as a buffer of his body, then one of his legs sniffed my two feet, like he was hugging a favorite roll. While the other hand, he used to stroke my cheek.

"Do you remember what I said at the beginning?" Max slowly asked me, about what he said.

I tried to remember it for a moment with my eyeball rolling to and fro, hoping to get the answer as fast as lightning. "What's? Forgetting," I replied in the end.

"Don't regret it" he whispered softly as he again kissed my lips, making my eyes perfectly round. But as soon as his tongue returned to play, my eyes closed, carried away by a feeling I could not express with words. Until it makes me lulled and return the move.

Slowly but surely, I think I've been able to master the game in this section. I've understood very well with every move made there. I already understand how to reply if the tongue movement is like this and like that. Even now I can enjoy what I've read and I see with my eyes. I felt it with my lips.

For a long time our lips and tongues were interlocked. There was no more crazy kisses like that, even this one felt so sweet, soft and slow. We enjoyed each other.

It felt like an electric shock was creeping all over my body. When Max's fingers tucked in touched the nape of my neck. There was a shuddering feeling that I could not express. Max removed the link of our lips, but his lips instead stuck to the top side of my cheek. He was breathing there, clearly I could hear his breathing that made my ears tickle. Until finally he rubbed my earlobe with the tip of his nose.

I was getting lulled and swept away in this game that I had just felt. And to my surprise, Max suddenly took out his tongue and entered my ear deeper. Wet it until my hair consists. His hand was clutching my head from the side, so that I would not dodge what he was doing. Sometimes he taps my earlobe, creating indecent sounds until my mouth passes a sigh of lak*at!!

As Max grew older, the touch of his tongue now tainted the surface of the skin at the nape of my neck. With all that he did. My body wriggled with joy feeling the sensation he gave me endless throngs. I've never felt this feeling before.

The side of her feet that locked my body felt so strong. My two hands were now tightly clutching her crossed arms over my chest, holding my head from moving. Unfortunately I raised my head up, making it more flexible to enjoy my neck.

His tongue now runs down the front of my neck. Then his body lifted, his knees now resting to hold his body. His hand turned my head in the best direction and he directly attacked my other earlobe. Sipping it until it made my body shake again and my mouth again let out a sigh that I myself was disgusted to hear.

But I can not refuse anymore, this sensation is so opiate for me. I always wanted to feel it. Enjoy the vibe in every second. With my mouth still open as a result of passing a sigh, Max's hand suddenly crept up to my waist, infiltrating into the pajamas I wore. Then stroked gently there, creating a different sensation than before.

I pulled my body firmly, forming an arch from the semicircle, which caused my crown fruit to touch his chest. While both of my hands tightly grip my bed sheet. I don't know where the little pillow that used to be the barrier between our chests went. I don't give a shit. I really enjoyed all of these touches.

As if he was not tired, Max continued to enjoy the neck and occasionally he returned to parading my ears. My breath was getting stifled, I was bored with it. He paused for a moment his wild action, letting me catch my breath. My chest was made up and down by him. Now his position was right above me, with his sharp eyes and his smile breaking down my faith. I'm still trying to regulate my breathing patterns that were lost as a result of her actions. As her fingers crept onto the surface of the skin on my waist.

Again I moaned spoiled, closed my eyes and enjoyed the gentle touch created by the tip of his fingers. Unknowingly if my pajama shirt buttons have now been successfully opened by him one by one. The revealing of the front of my silent pajamas shocked me and opened my eyes to look at him. As soon as it happened, both of his hands grabbed my hand. While my legs are no longer able to move, because along with the energy that occupies my thighs, I cannot move to dodge.

He looked at my body that was now open in his eyes, only at the part of my crown that was still neatly covered by the cover. Without saying anything, Max took off his grip on both hands and immediately kissed the top of my crown, enjoying it so wildly, while one of his hands did not remain silent, he used it to cupped the other crown fruit.

Stupid me, everything that happened made me want to continue to feel it, not reject it. Even my mouth seemed happy to release some small sighs that I held as the meaning of a taste called 'pleasure'.