[Fanfiction] INQUIETUDE - Chapter 15

Chapter 15 - Click! 

Chica was though still with her thought a little messy, but with the certainty that her youngest daughter was not happy, but she would be soon. The gleam in her eyes when she spoke of her love for Marina had left the mother with goose bumps.


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Clara, Marina and Ivan was sitting at the table, sipping coffee, while Flavia and Vanessa were organizing the scenario for the test would happen soon.

Clara looked delighted with relationship between the child and Marina. She couldn't imagine that the photographer took so good with children. She remembered when Marina said that she wanted a little chinese girl running around the house and laughed at the memory.

- Son, let's come out? Mom wants to talk to you. - Clara called when the coffee finished.

Without objections Ivan stood up and before following his mother, he kissed Marina on the cheek, who melted with so affection and hugged and bit him several times making the boy laugh.

The photographer threw a kiss to Clara through the air and desired a "good luck" without sound. Clara winked and went with the boy to the edge of the pool. They sat with their feet in the water and Clara then asked:

- Do you like Marina?

- Very. She's really nice and funny. Why?

- Because mommy is going to live with her.

- Why? You and Dad ... You're going to separate?

- Your father and me, my son, we broke up because ... mommy loves Marina.

Ivan frowned and Clara can swear that she saw several points of questions around the head of her son.

- Do you no longer loves daddy?

- I love him, but mom loves more Marina. I love your father as a great friend now. And we, Marina and me, we are together, we are a couple.

- humm ... - Ivan muttered looking his feet in the water.

- What are you thinking about?

- Do I have to call Marina of "mother"?

Clara laughed, charmed with the innocence of the child.

- No ... You can call her Marina.

- Do I have two homes, now? Do I have to choose who I want to live? Do I have to see you only on weekends?

- If I could, I would bring you to live with me - Clara said pulling her son into her arms - but your father needs you now. But if you want, I can pick you up at school every day, so you can come here anytime, not just on weekends.

- Can I see Marina photographing?

- Of course.

- And I'm going to swim in this huge pool?

- For sure.

- Yeah! - Ivan celebrated, embracing his mother.

Wanting to put an end to your curiosity, Marina went to the outside of her mansion and was delighted when she saw mother and son embraced. The conversation seemed to have been very good.

- My mother told me that you're a couple, like she was with my father. Do you love my mother? - Ivan asked when Marina sat next to Clara.

The photographer put her hand on the hand of Clara and replied:

- Yes, I do. - Her eyes met of Clara's eyes and they opened a smile.

- Take care of her, okay? - Ivan asked.

- You can leave.

Marina got up and stood behind Ivan, bent down at the same height he was and said softly in his ear:

- Do you want to swim?

Ivan turned radiant nodding affirmatively and then saw Marina taking a dip and calling him by hand.

Minutes later Ivan climbed on the shoulders of the photographer and called his mother.

- No! Folks! Marina! - Clara said laughing - In a little while the models arrive and you are all wet.

- I change my clothes quickly. Come in Clarinha! Water're a delight. Clara shook her finger negatively.

- Look what I went to find to my mind! Two children. - Clara said, laughing as she watched Ivan and Marina laughing and joking.


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It had been three weeks since Clara had moved to the house of Marina. She has adapted easily, after all, a few months ago that place had become her second home.

Ivan, to the misfortune of Cadu, went almost every day to visit his mother and for the happiness of Clara, her son and her beloved get along better every day.

Marina had a small bruise on her knee after playing catch one, catch all and with Ivan, stumbling and falling on the stairs. Not that it mattered. The happiness she felt was bigger than anything.

Clara and Cadu barely saw each other because, every time he would picked Ivan, the boy was at the home of Helena. And when they saw each other, Cadu just said a dry and bitter hello.

In the studio everything went wonderfully well. Clara ever earned more intimacy with the camera, taking so good pictures that Marina risked and picked some of them to her work. But, little confident in her potential, Clara still not allowed it.

Marina had forgotten to have it out with Vanessa. There were so many good and new emotions in recent days that this distrust was gone.

The redhead didn't mention anything. She only accompanied the exchanging endearments between Clara and Marina. Dropping her poison, time or another, as usual.


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Another day in the studio was coming to an end. Marina asked Clara to finish the test with the models, because she needed to go to the toilet. When the photographer came back she still can seeing Clara having fun behind the camera, but now without the models.

Giselle and Flavia followed the models to the exterior of the house, while Vanessa had another thing else to do. She couldn't stay in the same space with Clara without feeling goose bumps.

- Are you taking pictures of what now, your crazy? - Marina asked resting her hands on the waist of Clara.

- Nothing, I'm just adapting myself to the focus. It takes me hours to adjust this thing - Clara replied letting the camera aside and putting her arms around the neck of Marina.

- But you're doing great, you know? I always knew that you have the feeling to photograph, if you continue like this, we can opening a studio only our in the future - Marina prophesied, eliciting a smile from Clara.

- Exaggerated.

Clara slid her hand on face of Marina. The photographer understood the message, leaned with closed eyes to thin lips that were offered to her.

Marina climbed her hand to Clara's face, pressing the way wherever it went, lingering a little more in the bosom.

Clara was walking glued to the body of Marina, to fasten it to one of the pillars that supported the upper small annex of the studio.

- Let me lock the door - Marina said between kisses and bites of Clara - The girls can come back anytime.

Clara gave room for Marina move away, but as soon as the photographer turned her back, the brunette caught the hair of Marina with her fingers, below the neck, firmly so the photographer can't move away.

Was much insanity run such a risk, but Clara didn't care and Marina was losing all her senses in order to fight.

Clara encased her body to the Marina's body who was against the metal frame now. Marina moaned softly as she felt the brush of the bodies. The breasts of Clara touching her bare skin.

- Are you crazy? - Asked Marina, feeling her panties becoming wetter.

- I'm crazy horny. - Clara answered, her hands went down by the body of Marina as her mouth licked and bit the neck of the photographer.

Marina trembled and her hands pressed the metal. Clara slid down her mouth on Marina's back and when she came at the waist, she lowered the skirt and the panties at once. She bit, with a little more force, the white buttock.

The assistant went up through the body of the photographer again. With one hand she was holding her hair tightly and the other hand penetrated her from behind, moistening all the pulsing sex with the liquid of Marina.

The legs of each one barely held their bodies. The sex of Clara brushed the ass of Marina, making her feel tremors as intense as those of the photographer.

Clara and Marina moaned together, leaving the photographer even more excited and uncontrolled. She tried to moan low, but the more she tried, more sharp and loud the sound came.

The pert ass of Marina gave an insider's view of all her intimacy. Risking, Clara slid her fingers out of intimacy which trickled desire and licked the pink and tight ring that stood nearby.

She entered two fingers in Marina and squeezed the ring between the buttocks with her thumb.

Marina clapped her hands in the structure, clinging to it, feeling the blood running in her veins with that delicious and vulgar touch.

Seeing that she was doing the right thing, Clara intensified the touch. The touch was dangerously delicious. Deliciously obscene.

Clara felt her mouth salivate. She still couldn't exceed the limit of fear to taste the flavor of Marina. She felt insecure. But that vision had left her keen instinct.

- I'm going to come, Clarinha ... Oh ... - Marina whispered eagerly.

- Only if it is in my mouth - Clara said turning the body of Marina tightly.

It was the horny speaking and the desire to savor that viscous liquid that flowed through her fingers. Clara knelt facing the photographer and put her right leg over her shoulder.

Clara held Marina at the butt as she felt the photographer wiggle on her face as she felt the tongue of the assistant devouring the entire length of her sex.

Marina came, but asked for more because she would came again. Clara penetrated her mercilessly. Going as deep as Marina could handle with. She felt Marina going faint. Marina reached the orgasm for the second time. She coughed, feeling the throat itching. The heart beating wildly, made her blouse trembling under her chest heaving.

Clara pulled her up and kissed her passionately.

- Crazy - said Marina between the lips of Clara.

- Delicious - Clara replied, staining the thighs of the photographer with the still hot enjoyment - Put your clothes.

- And you think I'll leave it like this? - Asked Marina, swapping positions with Clara.

- Marina! Marina! - They heard the voice of Giselle calling.

Marina snorted and provoked Clara entering her panties with her warm hand still trembling.

- We have not finished - warned the photographer in the ear of Clara.

Marina caught her clothes off the floor and fixed the blouse that seemed to have been chewed by a cow.

Clara and Marina put their hairs up in a low ponytail.

- Hi, Gi! What ... What is happening?

- You have a visitor - her cousin said unable to look at the face of guilt of the two.

- Hi daughter! - said the man standing at the door with his hands in the pockets of his slacks.

Marina's heart continued beating fast, but instead of feeling the body heat, she felt like she'd cold water running in her veins.

- Dad?

Clara wiped the corners of her mouth with her fingers and stood static looking dour figure ahead.