Monaco Jet Set Chronicles

"Pierre, where are you off to in such a hurry?" Val wondered in surprise, suddenly standing and exhibiting her enviable birthday outfit.

"This is too weird for me," Pierre mumbled. "Charlotte is my sister."

Charlotte rushed over to the doors to stop Pierre. She blocked the set of double doors, which were white marble and trimmed with gold. "Mon cher frere, is Andrea not your brother too? Je reconnais you are embarrassed, but really there is no need for it."

Fuck, she sounded mischievously sexy, thought Andrea. Shut up, stupid, shouted his conscience. SHE'S YOUR SISTER, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!

"Charlotte, please move out of my way. This whole thing was a mistake. I just want to go to bed. Alone. By myself. Please..." Pierre asked, reaching for the doors. But Charlotte leaned more on them and held onto the knobs more tightly and with more determination to keep Pierre exactly where he was.

Meanwhile, Andrea put Val's clothes in her hands and gave her a commanding look, clearly wanting her to dress herself and leave. The gesture was also self-commanding, as he wanted to restrain from the attraction Val and her slender figure still produced on him.

"Pierre," Charlotte continued. "You like my friend. It's ok. I know that Val and Andrea have enjoyed each other intimately in the past and they invited you to have a go at it. I think that's incredibly sweet. I like Val too, in a special way. Now don't you two dear brothers start thinking I am a lesbian or anything. I like guys, you know, good looking, sweet guys. So does Val, that's why she was enjoying your duo so much. But Valentine et moi, well, c'est une autre chose. Une amitié amoureuse, if you want."

Andrea was shocked. Val was just standing there holding her clothes. She did not want to dress herself and leave. She was thinking more like Charlotte. =)