She looked like she was about to hop in the shower, so I had to hustle back to my room without getting caught.
I scrambled over the wall to the balcony and tiptoed back to my room.
Then I gently closed the door behind me.
Before long, I could hear the water running in the villa.
Guess Scarlett had started her shower.
I couldn't shake the scene from my mind, Scarlett's soft and seductive voice still echoing in my head.
Along with her voice, I pictured Scarlett's sexy figure and shy expression.
As I moved quickly and forcefully, Scarlett's delicate skin turned a rosy pink, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
The sweat trickled down her smooth white neck, along her slender arms, and down to her perky, soft chest.
My big hand reached out, gently kneading and shaping her soft, snowy breasts in all sorts of ways.
Scarlett's soft moans rose and fell with the rhythm of my hands, like waves crashing on the shore, sending shivers through me.
I couldn't help but wonder how incredible it would be if I were the one making love to Scarlett.
Suddenly, my lower abdomen tightened, my cock trembled, and a milky white stream shot out, leaving a wet, sticky sensation.
Soon, my whole body relaxed, the heat slowly fading away.
But there was so much, some of it leaked from my underwear, splattering on the floor.
I looked down, a bit annoyed at my semi-hard, semi-soft situation and the mess on the floor.
This time, I came more than when I was just jerking off earlier, so cleaning up wouldn't be easy.
But to avoid any suspicion, I decided to take a quick shower first, get rid of the sticky feeling, and then clean up the mess on the floor.
I stripped off my clothes, tossed them on top of the mess, and headed into the bathroom.
As soon as I turned on the hot water, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
"David, are you in there?" A gentle voice slipped through the crack in the door.
It was Scarlett's voice, a stark contrast to her seductive tone from earlier.
"Yeah! I'm taking a shower!" I turned down the water flow and shouted back.
"Why are you showering in the middle of the day? Come out for dinner."
"I'm coming! I'll be right out!"
I quickly lathered up with shower gel, squeezing a handful into a rich foam in my palms, spreading it on my chest, down my stomach, and up to my cock.
I gripped it with both hands, barely managing to lather up the shower gel.
This cock was crucial for my sex life and male pride, so it had to be cleaned thoroughly.
Maybe I'd enjoy it more when I finally get to fuck Scarlett's pussy in the future.
I was so focused on washing my cock that I completely forgot about the mess I needed to clean up.
After showering, I went back to the bed, planning to toss the soiled clothes and pants into the bathroom, only to find them missing.
There were just a few drops of semen left on the floor from my underwear, some of which had been wiped away by the clothes.
Damn it! Did Scarlett take them to wash?
I rushed out to find them, and as soon as I stepped outside, I saw my black underwear hanging high on the balcony, flapping in the wind.
Oh no! How embarrassing!
"Why are you just standing there? Come on, dinner's ready!" Scarlett called out when she saw me at the door.
"Okay, I'm coming." I followed Scarlett downstairs for dinner, but Ryan was nowhere to be seen.
I was puzzled, "Where's Ryan?"
"He had some work at the company and had to go back," Scarlett said.
During dinner, I kept an eye on Scarlett's expressions. Apart from a slight blush on her cheeks, there was nothing unusual.
It seemed like she wanted to act like nothing had happened, but I couldn't let it go.
I still remembered her words about "having a child with someone else."
Anyway, whether she had a child with me or with Ryan, it was the same, right?
"You washed my pants, didn't you?" I asked.
"Yes, I saw they were dirty, so I washed them."
"What about the semen on them, did you see that too?"
Scarlett paused for a couple of seconds while eating, her head lowered even further.
If she lowered it any more, her face would be in her plate.
"Yes. You're young, it's normal not to control it." Scarlett's voice was very soft, but I heard it.
"Was it a lot?" I asked.
Scarlett still didn't speak, nor did she dare to look up at me.
"Who do you think ejaculates more, me or Ryan?" I pressed.
Before Scarlett could respond, I added, "Do you want to have sex with me and find out?"
Scarlett's shy face turned red.
"Are you crazy? I'm your brother's wife!" She suddenly raised her head, staring at me with wide eyes.
Though her tone sounded angry, her expression didn't match—her bright eyes fixed on me, giving the impression she was actually looking forward to it.
"So what? We're not related by blood." I shrugged nonchalantly.
Although Ryan was my nominal brother, we were not related by blood.
We just grew up together in the same orphanage.
When we reached elementary school age, we were both adopted by a couple.
Now I happened to be working in Ryan's company, and to save expenses, I was staying at his house.
"But I'm your nominal sister-in-law! We can't do this!"
"Don't worry, if you don't tell, I won't tell, and no one will know."
With that, I got up and sat next to Scarlett.
I spread my big hand to touch her white and tender thighs, reaching towards the hem of her skirt.
My fingers stopped at her panties, a warm sensation crawling up my body, feeling like an electric shock.
I gently stroked up and down the fabric of Scarlett's panties, the crotch fabric was very small, so small that with a slight hook of my finger, I could touch her warm, soft labia.
I extended a middle finger and flicked it from bottom to top on her pussy, warm juices flowing out, wetting my finger.
Scarlett sat beside me, her breathing gradually becoming low and rapid.
Her excited response was my motivation.
The speed and strength of my middle finger kneading on her pussy gradually increased.
The low moan Scarlett had been suppressing in her throat slowly escaped.
"Feels good?" I looked at Scarlett with an aggressive gaze.
A faint pink color appeared on her fair cheeks, her full red lips slightly parted, exhaling a sweet fragrance.