The following morning arrived with a gray, heavy sky. Clara rose before dawn, still carrying the sensation of the previous night on her back. The mansion seemed quieter and colder under the diffuse light; each step echoed through the empty hallways, and the secret-laden atmosphere made her walk with caution.
As she went down the stairs, she found Isabela in the kitchen, with a cup of coffee in her hands, gazing out the window at the damp garden.
"Good morning, Clara," Isabela said, without turning fully around. "You slept well, didn't you?"
"Yes… more or less," Clara replied, noticing how Isabela's gaze seemed to pierce through her, assessing her.
Isabela turned slowly, smiling with a hint of complicity. Her closeness made Clara feel a strange warmth rising along her spine.
"Don't worry about anything today," Isabela said softly. "The children will be at school for a few hours. We can talk calmly..."
Clara swallowed. She didn't know what to say. The invitation was friendly, but there was a dangerous undertone in her words, as if she were stepping into a game she didn't fully understand.
They sat in the living room, near the window. Rain tapped softly against the glass, and the antique furniture and the silence made every word and every gesture feel laden with meaning.
"The beginnings are difficult," Isabela said. "But I like to watch how someone new adapts. You can really tell who has instinct and who is just doing what they're told."
Clara lowered her gaze, trying not to blush.
"I hope I live up to expectations," she murmured.
Isabela rested her hand on Clara's, in a gesture that seemed casual but lingered for too long. Clara felt a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold outside.
"You have something special, Clara," Isabela said in a low voice, almost a whisper. "There's… curiosity in your eyes. I like that."
Clara didn't know how to respond. The mix of attraction and fear left her confused. She had never before felt drawn to a woman...
When Clara decided to return to her room to organize her things, she ran into Ricardo in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. The tension was immediate: his presence was magnetic and slightly threatening.
"Good morning," he said in a deep voice. "I see you've already met my wife."
"Yes…" Clara felt her heart begin to race. "She's… very kind."
Ricardo smiled faintly, but his eyes studied her with intensity. There was something in the way he looked at her that made Clara feel as though she could lose her balance at any moment.
"I'm glad you're here," he finally said, stepping a little closer. "The house can be… complicated if you don't know how to move among us."
Clara understood that he wasn't talking only about the corridors of the mansion.
During the morning, Clara decided to explore the library a bit. While she was browsing through old books, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned and saw Isabela, looking at her with a mix of complicity and desire. She looked very beautiful. She was wearing a very tight dress that highlighted her spectacular figure. Clara felt a touch of envy, because Isabela, despite having two children, looked like a 25-year-old model. She had a very slim waist and very large breasts that stood out from her neckline.
"Did you find anything interesting?" Isabela said, moving closer slowly. "I've always liked curious people."
Clara wanted to step back, but a strange fear made her stay where she was. Isabela placed a finger on a book near Clara's and then brushed Clara's hand unintentionally.
"Don't tell Ricardo," Isabela whispered. "This will stay between us." And she moved so close that Clara could feel Isabela's hard nipples brushing against her arm.
Clara's heart was pounding. She knew she was crossing an invisible boundary, and that every gesture was charged with danger, desire, and mystery.
At noon, Clara received a message from her boyfriend, asking if she was okay and what she was doing. For a moment, a feeling of guilt mixed with her desire for Isabela. Clara realized she was caught between two worlds: her stable but boring relationship, and this new intoxicating and dangerous environment. She also didn't understand what was happening to her, why she suddenly felt so attracted to another woman. Maybe she felt lonely? Maybe she needed to feel loved?
While she looked out the window toward the garden, Clara saw Ricardo walking among the trees, as if he were watching her again. A shiver ran down her spine: she was trapped in a game she didn't yet understand, but one she could no longer ignore.
That day ended with Clara in her room, contemplating the envelope she had examined the night before. The photographs and notes seemed to contain secrets about the family. But beyond the mystery, what truly kept her awake were Isabela's and Ricardo's gazes, and the feeling that they were both competing for something Clara did not yet understand.
She couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning in bed, feeling hot. She got up to open the window, but even then the heat she felt in her body didn't fade. She pulled down the bottom of her pajamas and began to touch herself… At first, with very gentle movements as she imagined Isabel in the library, those huge breasts rubbing against her. She wanted to touch them, kiss them, suck them… feel her nipples harden in her mouth. She was starting to pant. She slid her fingers inside herself, giving herself pleasure. She quickened the rhythm of her movements more and more, imagining Isabel beside her, all the things they could do together... She let herself be carried away by her imagination and ended in a very intense orgasm. For a moment she felt guilty and confused, but also happy and curious about her new adventure, which had only just begun.