Chapter 29: Carina’s Afternoon

Dad, Roland and I spent the afternoon talking about golf and sailing and work. Roland was very interested in hearing about dad flying A-330’s across the ocean for a living, and dad was asking Roland about growing up on an estate like this. They both were interested in my golf game and how I had done in the tournament in the Bahamas.

When we got around to discussing my disappearance from the yacht in Martinique, Roland started one of our normal question and answer sessions, delving into the details of exactly what happened and why.

Those kinds of sessions were old hat to us, but it was the first time dad had ever seen it and he just sat there in amazement. Roland was of the opinion that I was dealing with some sort of power that was more than just electrical in nature. He hesitated to call it mystical or spiritual, but that’s where he was leaning. We finally agreed that we needed to spend some time together next week, determining the best way to test some of these theories.

Dad told us that he had to return for work next week and so he, mom and Jenna were going home on Monday.

“Alex? You need to go eat and then get dressed for the party,” Isabella said as she walked through the library where we were talking.

Dad looked confused until Roland explained what ‘having a few friends over’ really meant. Then we all headed to the dining room. The ladies had been touring the home and some of the estate and were all chattering away when we entered the dining room. But when Isabella reminded them of the party, they all left in a rush to get ready.

The guests started arriving before seven and continued arriving until after nine. There was a small seven-piece orchestra set up in the ballroom along with a table laden with all sorts of interesting hors d’oeuvres and a small bar. There were also servers going around with trays of champagne.

Cynthiana had me stand beside her as she greeted every guest as they arrived. Then she took me around, introducing me to her friends and neighbors. I met her next door neighbors, Maria Grazia Chiuri, the creative director at Dior, and her husband, Paolo Regini, who owns a shirt making atelier. He and I spent time discussing single-hull versus multi-hull sailing. They had two children my age, but only their daughter Rachele came with them tonight. When we were introduced, it was like when I met Tabitha back in Zurich. I was being evaluated.

I met a several film directors including Lorene Scafaria (the film Queens with Jennifer Lopez), and Lulu Wang (Farewell) who both lived in Paris as well as retired football (soccer) star and now coach, Zinedine Zidane, who said to call him Zizou. We didn’t get to talk because he didn’t stay long. I got the impression that he was doing someone a favor in stopping by. Cynthiana didn’t know him, but knew his club’s owner very well.

Antonela Roccuzzo, Leo Messi’s life-long partner came by for a brief visit with some of her family, but without Leo. We briefly discussed charitable works as we compared foundations (her husband/partner started the Leo Messi Foundation).

And of course, there were the captains of French industry, whom I didn’t get their names, but after a short while, I decided that they were probably not all neighbors.

When the last guest had left, I collapsed on a big chair in the entryway. Cynthiana had insisted that I say goodnight to each guest as they left. My dad was on the chair beside me.

“Well, I’ll say this: Your life has certainly changed in the last year!” he told me with pride.

“Our baby is growing up!” my mom added.

I stepped out of the shower in my bedroom and glanced over at the big, four-poster bed. There lay my twin sister, Jenna, in a flimsy, see-through gown.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I wanted to spend some time alone with you before I go back home,” she said.

I dropped my towel and sat beside her on the bed and began running my fingers across her flat tummy. I gently parted her gown and began teasing her nipples and breasts and then leaned down to kiss her.

Technically, I knew she was my twin sister, but ever since the lightning strike and our forced separation, I had come to look at her more as a woman than a relative. Oh, we still shared the twin connection. That magical ability to sometimes know what the other was thinking or feeling, but we also shared a special love that could not be limited by technicalities like sibling or twin or even incest. I figured that those were problems for the rest of the world. For me there was only Jenna and the love I felt in my heart when we were together.

Security knocked on our door sometime later. They were seeing a bright light shining through my bedroom window and came to investigate. But someone, probably Isabella or Roland, put them at ease and they left without disturbing us.

Sunday mornings in a large Paris country home were much like Sunday mornings everywhere else as everyone lay around with their favorite breakfast drink, munching on homemade pastries while reading their favorite Sunday paper online. Roland was going to take Dad hunting somewhere on the estate while Cynthiana and her daughters were taking mom and Jenna to the local market for some last-minute shopping before they went home.

Carina decided to stay and babysit me.

“I’ve missed you,” she said. “But we really need to talk before I show you how much.”

“What’s on your mind?” I asked.

“A baby,” she replied. “I know we talked about it last week in Martinique, but I wanted to talk again now that you’ve had time to think on it. Are you still comfortable with giving me a child?”

“Nothing has changed my mind. I realize that Roland will be the father of record, and I believe you when you say I will have an active part in the parenting process. The only thing I wonder about is if there will come a time when the child will be told the truth?” I told her.

“Why don’t we leave that for the future? There will be time enough then to discuss it,” she replied.

“In that case, you need to get to work,” I told her as I spread my legs.

“Let’s go to your room where we can have a little more privacy,” she suggested. I eagerly followed her up the massive staircase.

When we reached my room, she quickly pulled my gym shorts down as I stripped off my T-shirt. She pushed me backwards until I sat down on the bed. Then sinking to her knees in front of me, she gently spread my knees.

“This is what I have been dreaming of,” she said seductively as she grasped my rigid cock and began covering the head with tiny kisses. I couldn’t help moaning. Carina knew that this was one of my favorite things. Then, as she stroked her small hand up and down the shaft, she teased the head of my cock with the tip of her tongue. Suddenly, she stopped.

“Wait!” she cried. “I almost forgot your other favorite thing!”

Then she stood and stripped her thin nightgown over her head. Grasping her breasts, she hefted them as she said, “I know you just love to stare at these while I suck your cock!”

Somehow, she bent over and inhaled my straining member again, this time without bending her knees, causing her breasts to sway enticingly as a treat for my eyes. Carina really did know my hot buttons because I was ready to cum in just minutes.

“Hang on there, big boy!” she said as she pulled away. “I want to save that for somewhere else!” Then she reached in the bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube.

“I started this morning so my pussy is not ready for you, but I have somewhere else you can put it,” she said with a sexy grin as she got up on the bed on her hands and knees. “Only, be gentle with me. I’ve never done this before.”

I couldn’t believe it. Carina was offering me her ass. Her virgin ass! I dropped to my knees and began to kiss her delectable derriere, running my tongue through the divine crevice between her cheeks and tickling her tiny rosebud. I worked slowly, as I began to force my tongue into her tight hole, only to pull back and tease her rosebud some more.

She was moaning softly when I told her to finger her pussy while I started working my lube covered finger into her last remaining virgin orifice. The combination seemed to overcome any residual fears she might have had as she became more confident in my attempts not to cause her undue pain. I really took my time and used lots of lube as I worked one, then two, and finally three fingers into her ass.

“Fuck me, Alex. Fuck my ass!” she finally cried. Not the sign I was expecting, but it was clear and concise. So I withdrew my oily fingers and stroked my cock, then placed the tip at her expanded rear opening.

“Take it when you’re ready,” I told her as I held perfectly still. The tip of my cock barely touching her anus.

She rocked her whole body back, impaling herself on the length of my swollen member until her ass smacked my abs.

“Easy now,” I told her.

“Fuck me, Alex. Do it now!” she cried. “Fuck meeee!” Then dropping her head to the mattress so she could use her hand, she began to beat on her pussy as I pounded her ass.

“Oui! Oui!” she cried out, followed by a string of French that I was sure I was going to get her to teach me later. I was sweating with all the exertion but Jenna had pretty much wrung me out last night and this morning, so I wasn’t in any danger of cumming too soon.

“Do me like you did Anna!” she panted. So I reached up and bunched her hair in my hand and gave a gentle tug.

She wailed as some unseen pleasure coursed through her body. So I reached for her shoulders and pulled her back to me. Then changing my grip to those magnificent mammeries, I stood there holding her by her titties as I ground my cock deeper into her bowels.

She began to scream in a mix of French and English admonishing me to continue. So I gave a little hop, jolting my cock even deeper, and she screamed again as her legs flailed for a purchase of some kind. Anything to relieve the pressure of hanging by her tits and her ass.

Then turning around, I hopped up to sit on the bed, my cock burying itself even deeper one more time as I spread her legs wide open with my own, pulling her back to rest against my chest as I became still.

Carina didn’t pass out as Anna had done, but it was a close thing. I just sat there and held her as she calmed down.

“Did you...?” she started to ask.

“Not yet,” I grinned.

“Oh my god!” she moaned.

Then a few minutes later, she said, “Do It! I want to feel you cum in my ass!”

So I began moving a little faster, bobbing her up and down with my hips.

“Oooooh, Alex. Fuck meeee!” she cried softly.

“Oh, shit!” I grunted as I came.

“Finally!” she said breathlessly. “I thought you were going to kill me there at the end.”

“Sorry...” I said when I could talk again.

“Oh ... but what a way to go!” she sighed. “What a way to GO!”

“So, Alex,” my dad started. “What’s this about me becoming a grandfather?”

We were all sitting around the family room discussing my family’s vacation and all that they had done. Cynthiana’s eyes sprang open as she sat up straight in her chair at my dad’s question.

“This may not be good!” I thought to myself as everyone looked first at Cynthiana, and then at me. I had forgotten that Cynthiana had not been there when we discussed this on the yacht.

“What?” my dad said “Was I not supposed to mention it? Is it a secret?”

“Not a secret, necessarily,” I replied. “It’s just that some of us were not present the last time we discussed it.”

“Well, don’t you think it’s about time we discussed it with EVERYBODY?” Cynthiana asked.

“Mom, Carina is resigning at the clinic, and since she didn’t get the chance to enjoy being a mother with Mischa and Phillipe because of med school, she decided she wants to be a mother again. And you know that I have been fixed. So she has asked Alex to do the honors. Of course, we will raise the child as our own with my name on the certificate of birth and they will bear the Rappeneau name. But Alex will be the real father and be part of the child’s life. We have yet to work out all the details, but there’s time,” he explained to his mother.

“But I’m too young to be a grandmother!” Cynthiana wailed and then laughed. It took a minute for everyone else to get it.

“What’s the schedule like for tomorrow?” I asked, intentionally changing the subject.

“Your family will leave for the airport by six-thirty. I understand they have a nine-fifteen flight. Your new instructor will be here at nine to begin your lessons,” Cynthiana said.

“My instructor?” I asked.

“Dance lessons. For the ball,” Cynthiana replied. “I’m not sure how much they can do in a week, but we’ll do our best.”

“Alex took ballroom dancing when he was in the eighth grade. Or was it ninth?” my mom said. “He thought it would help him play golf better. If I remember correctly, he did okay. The dance teacher said that he was awkward because of his growth spurt, but she thought he’d grow out of it.”

“Well, then this might be a refresher, but these are skills he will always be able to use whether he plays golf or not. After his dance lessons, his sailing tutor will be here to help him study for his certificates. I think it’s ‘First Aid’ tomorrow.”