Mature Enough To Be My Mother
Once Sarah and Mabel had been paid and the pact had been implemented, both of them put on more decent clothes to look much better. Although not the expensive dresses they used to wear as aristocrats, those chemises with linen dresses and overdresses were more pleasing than what they wore earlier.
Earlier, as we had given time to talk with Sarah in private, I nonchalantly revealed my intentions that aside from housekeeping, I was also expecting something more—intimacy.
The moment I laid my eyes on her, I could feel that my MILF senses suddenly tingled. Following that, I eventually decided I wanted to know her in the biblical sense. With this, I might have a chance to have my very first sister act.
Sarah understood what I was trying to imply, and she was shocked by how I openly said it next to my sister as Big Sis raised an eyebrow at me. But after a long silence, she eventually nodded her head, and she said I was reminding her of someone. But who?