All About Gisele
Copyright© 2025 by Joe Neon
Chapter 5
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Thomas Bergmann, a divorced IT specialist in semi-retirement stumbles upon a few video clips of a stunning adult actress from Brazil. Little brain overrules big brain, and he sets out to find the girl, changing his and her life more than he thought possible. Originally posted in 2007, but withdrawn from the site. Edited and re-posted with permission from the original author, under a different pen name and after a re-edit. It is still the same story, but with a little less 'Kraut English'.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Fiction Interracial White Male White Female Hispanic Female Anal Sex
It was almost nine when I woke up. Lennart was awake and stirring, sort of. As a matter of fact, he was stirring between my legs again. I turned half-ways.
“Down, boy!” I laughed. “No way I’ll run to the bathroom again.”
He answered me with this rich chuckle that I love so much.
“You do look good in that pyjama!”
“Good, as in...?”
“Good to eat.”
“Speaking of eating, I could eat a horse.”
“Maybe, we should go down then. I heard some rummaging from downstairs.”
We got up and dressed in the clothes we had worn the day before. We made sure we knocked before we entered the bathroom and brushed our teeth. We also washed our faces and combed our hair. We ambled downstairs and found my father and Gisele at the set table. They even had fresh rolls from a baker.
“Good morning!” my father smiled. “Sit and have breakfast!”
We wished a Good Morning, too, and sat. Gisele looked at me.
“Was anything wrong with you? I thought I heard voices from the bathroom.”
I managed to keep a straight face.
“Oh no, nothing wrong. I had to go to the bathroom. I forgot to knock, and Alicia had forgotten to lock, and so I barged in while she was busy. We resolved the situation without further bloodshed.”
Papa chuckled.
“I heard you guys want to marry. Have you set a date yet?”
“April 1st,” Lennart answered with a straight face. “Really, it’s a Friday, and it’s perfect.”
“You’re setting yourself up for all sorts of practical jokes, you know that?”
“Oh, no! I told you!” I had not been enthusiastic about this date in the first place, and now I just knew that we would find our car caked in wet toilet paper and other “original” pranks.
“Will you let me help with the celebrations? It would mean a lot to me. Holger is okay with it, by the way.”
“I bet he is,” I laughed. “Lennart has like 200 friends who may come to the reception.”
“A little less, actually,” Lennart asserted. “We thought we should have a reception with a buffet for the friends, and then dinner with just the family and the witnesses.”
My father grinned smugly, something I had never seen before.
“Would you two agree to let Holger, Inge and me organise the reception and the dinner?”
“As long as mother has the last word in everything, I have no problems,” I answered. I mean, I love Holger like he was my real father, but to let two men organise the most important day of my life? Get real!
“You know your mother. If she’s involved, she has the last word. Period.”
We heard steps on the stairs and Alicia came in with Ralf in tow, ostentatiously holding his hand. I noticed a quizzical look from Gisele, and grin and a nod from Alicia, and an answering grin from Gisele. Ralf was flustered, and he shot me a sheepish look to which I responded with a shrug and a grin.
“Good morning, you two. Sleep well?”
I had timed this perfectly, for Ralf had just taken a large sip of coffee. Coffee running from the nose is not a pretty sight.
“Sorry,” he gasped when he could talk again. “I’ve had this thing in my throat the whole morning.”
I thought it wiser not to pursue this. Or maybe it was the fact that Lennart had stepped on my foot under the table. What’s the use of a little brother if are not allowed to tease him? Instead I turned to Alicia.
“Your sister was worried. She heard us in the bathroom. I told her that we shared the facilities peacefully.”
She caught on and smiled.
“Yes it was awkward, I had not latched the door, and she came in while I was busy.”
“So, Stephanie, you still plan to go on a walk with Gisele?”
I looked at her and she nodded.
After breakfast, we climbed into my car and drove off towards the river. Lennart and Ralf stayed, but they assured me they were fine. Well, Ralf sure did not mind!
“Alicia was not really using the toilet when you walked in on her?” Gisele asked in a conversational tone.
“No, she was using the tub, sort of.” I knew that Gisele knew about the reason.
“They have really grown to like each other over the last three months. My sister is no slut.”
“I know that. I was the same age when I lost my virginity, and I don’t see myself as a slut. She was terribly flustered when we came in.” Oops. I had done it.
“We? As in...?”
“Me and Lennart. We did not know how to clean up and we did not want to soil your bed, so we ran for the bathroom and barged in.” I giggled, I couldn’t help. “I’ll remember that scene to my last day. Your sister in the tub, my brother at the sink, both cleaning, and me, standing there with my hand between my legs, trying not to dribble. It was priceless.”
“You’re kidding me! All four of you? And your brother, too. God, I would have died.”
“He’s seen me before. We used to go to the sauna with the family.”
“That’s something I heard about. What is the deal with this. You go to sweat?”
I laughed. The concept of sauna or Roman steam bath must seem stupid to somebody who grew up in a subtropical climate.
“The Northern Europeans used sweat baths from the beginning of time. It helps clear the pores of the skin, increases your resistance to the cold, and makes you feel relaxed. Would you want to try? I have a membership where I can bring guests.”
“I suppose I could.”
“I always go Wednesdays. It’s women only on Wednesdays. It’s not that the men stare all the time, but it’s just as bad if they pointedly don’t stare.”
“I’m off at four on Wednesdays.”
“We have a deal, then. You want to come to my office? We can drive in my car. You don’t drive?”
“Only a little. I don’t feel comfortable yet.”
“Then I’ll drive you home afterwards. Okay, we’re there! Better put on the cap. It’s windy here.”
We climbed from the car. The weather was cold, but sunny. We took off, along the water line. The Elbe is a tidal river downstream of Hamburg, and there are some extended beaches along its course. This was one. The sand was wet and solid from the preceding high tide, and walking was easy. A lot of people were out there with their dogs, mostly big friendly ones which formed impromptu packs and chased after thrown sticks and balls.
“One day, I want to have a dog again,” I sighed when a massive black Labrador came up to greet us, wagging his solid tail.
“You had one?”
I nodded. “We had a big dog, Rufus, when I was a kid. I know I cuddled with him all the time. When my parents split, we briefly moved into an apartment. Dogs were not allowed in the building. Rufus went to live with a colleague of my mother until we found something better. They left the garden gate open, and Rufus was run over by a car. I think I still blame my father for this. If he had spent less time at his computer and more time with my mother, this would not have happened.”
“Is this why you did not visit him anymore?”
I was mute for a while. Was that it? Maybe. Of course, it also had to do with the fact that I wanted to spend the weekend with my friends and not with a sloppy, distracted father. But Rufus’ death had played a big role.
“It’s part of the reasons, no doubt. Jeez. This would have probably taken a half dozen sessions with a therapist.”
We continued our walk and talk. Since I had already learned a lot about Gisele the last evening, it was just us two chatting about just everything. Eventually, I told her about some of my clients and their particularities.
“You should take your clients more seriously,” she said with slight disapproval. “All you see is a guy who acts and looks different, and you automatically regard him as inferior. You see, this is why there’s resentment against Westerners around the world. You don’t take people from other cultures seriously. I notice that, too. When people talk to me, they use monosyllables and speak slowly, as if anyone from outside Europe or the US just climbed down from a tree.”
“That’s something to think about. Gisele, if you ever catch me talking down to you, just kick my shins.”
“Don’t worry, I will,” she laughed.
We had lunch at my father’s house before I packed Lennart and a reluctant Ralf into my car and headed back for Hamburg. I was in thought during the drive, and my passengers were mute, too. Too many of my truths had been put to doubt in the last 24 hours, and I needed to think.
That evening, I picked up Lennart at the newsroom, and we had dinner. I told him a little bit about my conversation with Gisele, and he smiled gently.
“I’m happy, she told you all this,” he grinned. “I didn’t have the heart to tell you. Plus, I was afraid you’d cut me off if I did.”
“So you agree with her?”
He nodded, but took my hand. “You have built up this wall of cynicism, Steph. And you seem to be of the opinion that everybody has to see the world like you do. The funny thing is that you don’t want to be like that.”
“You need to tell me things like that.”
He grimaced. “I can do that on selected occasions. But I don’t want to be your headmaster.”
That evening, each of us went to his own apartment. That was another issue. Of course, we would move together after the wedding, but where? Lennart’s apartment was small, and it was near the St. Pauli district, party central in other words. On weekends, you could not sleep with an open window. We usually spent the weekends at my place, but once we moved together, we would have to duke it out at his place, unless we found something else. But Lennart was stubborn. He insisted that he wanted to move into a real house, and he needed another year or two to save up for a down payment.
The house was dark when I arrived, and I assumed that my parents had already gone to bed. I let myself in, and kicked off my shoes. I switched on the TV and plopped down on my sofa, clicking through the channels without finding anything. A soft knock on the connecting door brought me to my feet. My mother was standing there, in her robe.
“I heard you come home. Would you mind if I came in?”
Sighing inwardly, I held the door open. I was about to get my arse chewed.
“So, how did it go,” she asked brightly.
“Come on mama. We both know that you grilled Ralf as soon as he came home. So you know perfectly well what a colossal ass I made of myself. I’m not proud of it, and I’ve done my best to mend fences since yesterday. Can we leave it that way?”
“Ralf wouldn’t say a word. He’s been running around with an idiotic grin on his face, and he spent hours on the telephone. I think, he may have a girlfriend.”
To this day, I am proud that I did not roll on the floor laughing. Maybe I smiled, okay, I grinned.
“Of course he has a girlfriend, mama. She is a very nice girl, well-educated, outspoken, and very pretty.”
“You know her?”
Yes! I had her on a different track now.
“Only if you don’t pester him about it. This is among us until he decides to come forward.”
“What’s this all of a sudden?”
“I’m just being discrete. Will you promise.”
“All right. Now, who is it. Do I know her?”
“Did you know that Gisele, Papa’s wife, has a younger sister?”
“No. Is she here, too?”
“Yes. Try to imagine Gisele, only four years younger. Her name is Alicia.”
“That’s why he’s visiting Thomas all the time.”
I laughed. “He gets along with Papa, but not that good!”
“I think it’s time for us to invite my ex-husband and his lovely wife for coffee. And they should bring her sister, too, by all means.”
“Be gentle to her, mama. She really is nice,” I laughed.
“Do you suppose they may be, you know, intimate already?”
“Search me! I’m not my brother’s keeper. They are both of age, and it’s their own business.”
“That means yes. Oh well, I’m a bad example myself. Could you, discretely of course, make sure they are using proper and safe protection. You can talk to him.”
“I better talk to Gisele. I’ll see her Wednesday.”
“So, you two get along well? That’s nice.”
Dammit. Why didn’t I watch my tongue!
“We do now. I wasn’t on my best behaviour at first, and she pretty much chewed my arse over it. But we had a long walk together this morning, and we sorted things out. I think I may like her; I certainly have respect for her, the way she handles herself. That remark that I made on Thursday, you know, the mail order bride, that was really stupid of me. She goes to Bucerius, on a scholarship! Can you imagine that?”
She did not look surprised.
“You knew that! Couldn’t you like fill me in on such trifle details? I really don’t relish putting my foot in my mouth.”
“You did not ask. Your opinion was ready when you heard she was from Brazil and young.”
“Mama, am I really such a self-righteous, bigoted bitch?”
She patted my hand. “You’re not a bitch.”
“But I am self-righteous and bigoted?”
“Gnothi seauton!”
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