Rachel saw through Mirabel's pretext in an instant, yet she chose not to uncover it. The timid way Mirabel spoke of Lucas confirmed what she had surmised.
'So it's her! She had sex with Lucas!'
With meticulous observation, Rachel took in Mirabel's features: long chestnut hair, fair skin, a grey T-shirt failing to hide full-bodied curves, and shorts so brief they bared the smooth straight length of her legs. Rachel's viewpoint didn't afford her a glimpse of Mirabel's backside, but the well-toned thighs and sneakers she wore spoke volumes of a girl with a passion for sports.
"Wait here. I'll go get Lucas," Rachel said, turning on her heel to leave.
Her countenance betrayed none of the satisfaction one might feel at quenching curiosity; instead, it was overshadowed by unmistakable gloom.
"Lucas, there's a pretty girl outside asking for you," Rachel called out upstairs.
Lucas hastened down the stairs. "Who's that?"
"James's sister, Mirabel," Rachel gestured towards the door with evident impatience.
A look of elation crossed Lucas's face as he sprinted towards the door.
'He lights up at just the mention of her name,' Rachel narrowed her eyes at Lucas's animated retreat.
"Rachel, who's come to see Lucas?" Evelyn popped her head out of the kitchen, her voice laced with curiosity.
Rachel scratched her head in annoyance. "Mom, please, no questions. Anyway, I'll take good care of him. I'm off."
With haste, she left the house, her footsteps echoing loudly, a clear indicator of her inner turmoil. Meanwhile, Lucas had already met with Mirabel. They strolled down the street, their faces etched with joy.
Mirabel suddenly took out a phone and handed it to Lucas. "Lucas,
James mentioned that he had accidentally damaged your phone. I used this before. Take it for the time being. It has my number saved. Feel free to call me anytime."
"Thank you, Mirabel," Lucas beamed as he took the phone.
Mirabel gestured toward a direction and exclaimed, "Allow me to guide you somewhere fascinating."
Intrigued, Lucas trailed Mirabel to the location she hinted at—an abandoned factory.
"Mirabel, why did you bring me here?" Lucas inquired, his voice tinged with confusion.
Mirabel bit her lip, a blush blossoming across her cheeks. She took Lucas's hand in hers, whispering, "Lucas, do you wanna kiss me?" Mirabel's proposition to kiss her again caught Lucas off guard, especially considering their secluded surroundings in the abandoned factory.
Mirabel assumed she had spoken too softly for Lucas to hear clearly, so she reiterated. "Lucas, should you wish to kiss me, I assure you, I won't turn you away this time."
Lucas swallowed hard, stepped forward, and enveloped Mirabel in a tender embrace.
"OK," he murmured, dipping his head to graze his lips against Mirabel's.
Mirabel puckered her lips slightly. Nervousness caused her eyes to flutter shut, yet her eyelashes were quivering.
As their lips finally intertwined, Mirabel felt Lucas's tongue probing her mouth, so she responded by letting her own tongue join the intimate dance.
Their tongues entwined, like two snakes engaged in mating.
As time unfolded, Mirabel grew increasingly adept at the art of kissing. Her earlier nervousness dissipated. She suddenly clasped Lucas's neck and kissed him passionately.
The embers of desire ignited and began to blaze. Lucas moved his hand from Mirabel's back to the confines of her shorts, where he firmly grasped her booty. Mirabel's booty was replete with elasticity, an invitation that rekindled Lucas's yearning. Breathless, he murmured into Mirabel's ear, "Mirabel, shall we indulge in further pleasures here?"
Mirabel blushed, yet she nodded affirmatively. "Sure. I don't mind."
Lucas eagerly pressed his lips to Mirabel's again, his fingers gently seeking the curve of her form.
Their connection deepened, and Mirabel's shorts were gracefully discarded.
"Lie back here, Mirabel. Let me take off your panties," Lucas whispered in Mirabel's ear.
Mirabel's response was a subtle hum of consent, her head nodding slightly. She pivoted, extending her arms to brace herself against the wall.
Standing behind her, Lucas slipped her panties down.
Mirabel's readiness was palpable, her natural essence glistening as her panties were removed.
Lucas shed his own constraints to reveal his penis. He moved his glans against Mirabel's labia, feeling the moisture inside her vagina.
"Mirabel, your readiness is evident," he murmured. "I'm ready to fully immerse myself in our union." With those words, Lucas proceeded with care, inserting his penis into Mirabel's vagina.
"It hurts a bit."
Mirabel murmured delicately. Sensing her words, Lucas paused. Swiftly, Mirabel glanced over her shoulder and reassured him. "It's alright, carry on."
Lucas nodded and resumed his gentle rhythm.
Mirabel braced herself against the wall, her breasts fluidly responding to the undulations of their encounter.
In a sudden burst of passion, Lucas reached up, lifting the hem of Mirabel's shirt. His hand ventured beneath the fabric, finding the softness of her breast.
With her eyes closed, a moan escaped Mirabel's lips as sensations cascaded through her, leaving her limbs tingling with a newfound weakness.
"Mirabel, let's change positions."
Lucas withdrew and guided Mirabel to face him, her back resting against the wall. He raised one of her legs, reestablishing their intimate connection in a new configuration.
This altered posture brought with it a surge of fresh sensations. Mirabel's response was unrestrained. Within these walls, her voice found freedom, unheard by any but themselves.
Lucas's lips sought the tender flesh of Mirabel's breast. His tongue traced her nipple.
Mirabel reveled in the dual delights, her senses alight with pleasure. In a swift, unexpected motion, Lucas raised her other leg.
The sudden shift elicited a gasp from Mirabel. She wrapped her arms around Lucas's neck. The koala-like position intensified the sensations for Mirabel. With each lift and descent by Lucas, the rhythmic thrusts resonated deeply.
"I can't bear it! It's overwhelming!" Mirabel cried out. She opened her mouth to the kiss that Lucas offered.
Moments later, Lucas's voice cracked with intensity.
"Mirabel, I'm gonna cum," he announced.
"Let it flow in my vagina! Quick!" Mirabel gasped.
Lucas's reply was a guttural affirmation, his penis tensing as he released, filling her vagina with his semen.
Ten minutes later, Lucas and Mirabel walked hand in hand towards the bus station, with Lucas intending to escort Mirabel home.
As they approached, a bus trundled to a halt before them, its doors creaking open to reveal James disembarking. He stood, flabbergasted at the sight of Mirabel and Lucas.
"Lucas, why are you with my sister?" James's brow furrowed as he directed his question at Lucas.