Maids With Benefits
Copyright© 2026 by Voloken
Chapter 26
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 26 - Edward Sheffield took a promotion no one else wanted. Transplanted indefinitely from New England to the Philippines, he's got a struggling branch office to salvage and a whole new world to navigate. He didn't expect the help to come in the form of a bratty maid, a mechanic whose smarts are matched only by her curves, and a smoky driver with trust issues. But Manila has a way of surprising people. Especially those who think they're beyond surprises.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Restart Cousins DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Harem Interracial White Male Oriental Female Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Big Breasts Small Breasts
The rest of the night went well enough, and eventually we retired to our guest rooms. No driving tonight for anyone, not after all the wine. Luz and I quickly showered and retreated to her room.
She’d moved her things to her family’s apartment a year or so ago after she decided she didn’t want to live with them anymore, and then to mine once we decided she should move in with me. That meant it was mostly empty, with the only hint that this room might’ve once been occupied being that the walls were painted with murals.
Luz begged me not to look, but honestly, that was impossible even if I’d wanted to grant her request. Which I didn’t. So I examined each section in painstaking detail with running commentary as she hid beneath the covers with a pillow wrapped around her head.
The mural showed improvement with time, technically at least. The imagery itself became ... darker, lonelier as the skill increased and, I assumed, she grew older. From simple meadows and rivers to stylized burned landscapes and ashen wastes filled with bones. There were few people, and most of them didn’t look like they were having a good time.
The colors went from vibrant and somewhat clashing to very detailed and harmonious darker tones, and then finally to grayscale. A lot of her more recent art was grayscale, and that only started to change after we met. I could see in her earliest, most colorful and jubilant pieces the seeds of what she was painting now that she was happy again.
That brought forth an uncomfortable question I had mostly avoided until now. I had tried to bring it up a few times but got absolutely stonewalled. What had happened between her and her parents? Even today, they’d barely spoken. She spent most of her time either speaking with one of the twins or Natalie, and when addressed by either her mother or father, she gave short answers and tried to avoid further interaction.
Was she ready to tell me anything, I wondered? I had to admit that I was curious. Her parents didn’t seem like bad people. Rosita Gallardo had a rather forceful personality, certainly, and I did see how she might clash with Luz, who seemed meek but deep down was as unbending as her mother. Filipe ... I didn’t know him well yet. It was hard to judge the shape of their relationship.
But they had seemingly normal relationships with their other children. Or rather, two of them. The eldest had been basically exiled, from what I understood. So perhaps that was proof enough that though they might not be terrible people, they weren’t the best parents.
That was a tale as old as time and as common as dirt. I supposed I was lucky, having the parents I had, may they rest in peace.
When I finished my perusal of the murals, I sat on the bed. Luz squawked in displeasure and squeezed out from under me.
I chuckled as she squirmed out of the blankets. Like a cat, she jumped at me as soon as she was free, draping herself on my back as she started to nibble my ear.
“Someone’s in a good mood,” I teased.
“It went better than I could’ve imagined,” she said. “Everyone loves you. You gave me a ring. No one asked awkward questions about your age.” She kissed my neck. “Why wouldn’t I be happy?”
“I’m glad,” I said, blindly sticking a hand behind me to scratch her head.
She whined happily and nuzzled me.
“Still,” I said cautiously. “I think I’d like to know ... why you don’t get along with them, if you’re willing to say.”
Her playfulness slowly fell away, and she buried her face in my back.
“I guess I should tell you,” she said, her voice muffled.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“I want to,” she whispered. “I want you to know everything about me.” She wrapped her arms around my torso in a tight hug.
“Though I don’t think there’s much to tell,” she continued. “You noticed I’m much younger than my siblings. Elena is sixteen or seventeen years older, and the twins are thirteen years older.”
She pulled me into bed, making herself into the smallest big spoon. That wouldn’t do, so I turned around and tickled her until she learned her place as little spoon. She giggled and struggled but ultimately gave up.
“Meanie,” she said, blowing a raspberry at me. “Anyway ... I was an accident. Dad had a vasectomy after the twins. Turns out that it can just heal sometimes. They weren’t really ready for more kids, not with three teenagers, plus whatever was going on with Elena at the time.”
“What is up with that, by the way?” I asked. “I tried to get Milo to tell me, but he clamped that machinegun-mouth of his shut the moment I brought up the topic.”
“I don’t know,” Luz admitted. “They won’t tell me either. Or anyone. Natalie doesn’t know, and I’m pretty sure Esteban doesn’t either.”
“Sounds serious ... and strange.” Mostly strange.
“Yeah...” She nodded. “But anyway, they weren’t ready for me. And they were especially not ready for me to not be like the others. I didn’t like going outside, playing with other children, or being around a lot of noise. I liked painting and reading and music ... I wasn’t good at studying or sports. I wasn’t even very good at painting...”
“You are, honey,” I said firmly.
“Not make money good,” she lamented, snuggling closer to me. “I’ve never been good at anything. While Ligaya and Milo are good at everything. Milo was in a band when he was in college. He was offered a record deal but turned it down. Ligaya won a national research prize in engineering. She was part of a big reconstruction effort for one of the ports here in the city when she was my age.”
“That doesn’t mean you’re worth less than them, Luz,” I said.
“Sometimes, when you say that, I really believe it. Even if just for a little while.”
“Then I’ll say it more often.” I hugged her closer. She turned to face me and purred against my chest, kissing me through my shirt.
“Mama and Tatay just couldn’t deal with me. They didn’t know how,” she continued. “I threw a lot of tantrums and cried at nothing. I didn’t get along with any kids, and all I wanted was to stay inside with my drawings.” She sighed. “Tatay couldn’t help, and Mama couldn’t not help. I resented her so much, volunteering me for things that I didn’t want to do all the time ... I’m so glad she did, though,” she said, hugging me back.
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