It was the happiest day of her life when her new parents signed the adoption papers and officially brought Genevieve into their home as their new daughter. She didn't think she'd ever get the chance to have a family, especially having just turned eighteen, but the L'Ovette family wanted her badly enough, so they made it happen. Although...Genevieve didn't know much about families, and she had a strange feeling about these people, but she was far too elated to ask any questions.
The head of the house, Mark L'Ovette, was a very handsome man in his early 40's. He was tall, well built, always had a gleam in his dark eyes, and his smile was charming. He always had his dark, salt-and-pepper hair slicked back and his beard neatly shaved into clean stubble. He was a powerful, well-known man that owned a prime company, and Genevieve had never seen him outside one of his expensive pressed suits.
Mark's wife, Lydia L'Ovette, a woman in her late thirties, looked as if she were a modern goddess. She had Southern European roots, Genevieve had to guess, as her skin was always a beautiful glowing shade of light caramel. Her eyes reminded Genevieve of the dark polished wooden coffee table in the family's large living room, and her hair resembled that of jet black satin. Not a single split-end, not a single trace of gray, not a single wrinkle, not a single spot or blemish. Lydia was the spitting image of womanly and radiant.
Their daughter, Eloise L'Ovette, was a perfect mix of the two. She was just about a month older than Genevieve, and everything about her was bright and shining. Eloise had the most perfect white skin Genevieve had ever seen, resembling shades of fair ivory. Her hair was as black as black could get, and it fell over her shoulders in perfect, glossy waves. Whenever light hit her dark eyes the right way, it reminded Genevieve of mocha. Eloise's skin was so spotless and perfect, she hadn't a need for any makeup, and her smile gleamed. She had to be the most welcoming member of the family when Genevieve came into their home.
And then there's Genevieve herself. Anyone who's anyone could easily tell just by looking at her that she was not a L'Ovette. She didn't have that regal look about her as her adoptive family does. She was just a modest orphan girl, with light skin, rosy cheeks, blue-ish gray eyes, a dash of freckles across her shoulders, and her strawberry blonde hair was curly and certainly not as perfect as her new sister's. She could easily be compared to a canary in a raven's nest or a tourmaline amongst a cluster of onyx.
The first time that Genevieve had entered the L'Ovette's home was like a dream to her. It was pristine; two stories, two living rooms, a huge kitchen, a homey dining room, a pool, a hobby room, and much more that would take a novel to describe. There wasn't a single spec of dust on the expensive furniture, nor scuff nor stain nor blemish. Photos of the family dotted the corridors, the walls lined with elegant wallpaper and polished trim. Genevieve felt as if she were completely undeserving of this, but her new family welcomed her with open arms.
Yes, they were the perfect family. They were wealthy, happy, beautiful, and they were loving to their newest member. No one would suspect that there were any flaws or affairs or secrets among them, but...Genevieve soon learned that they did, indeed, have a closet full of skeletons. Skeletons that no one, for even a moment, would think such a family would hide.
One early afternoon, Mrs. L'Ovette pulled up into the driveway in the family's Mercedes-Benz after having taken Genevieve out for a tour of the new school she would be going to with Eloise. Her new daughter was ecstatic to be having such an opportunity, and after the tour of the campus, they had gone out shopping together as mother and daughter should.
Lydia hummed a soft tune as she turned the car off and opened up her door. "Go ahead and take your new things up to your room, Genevieve. I need to take some time in the office and check a few emails."
"Yes, ma'am. Thank you so much for taking me out." Genevieve said with a bright smile.
Lydia nodded. "Of course, dear. It wouldn't be right of me if I didn't spoil you as I do my own daughter. Now, go on." She says as she brushes off her burgundy pencil skirt.
Quickly, Genevieve grabbed her bags and headed into the large house. She made her way through the large foyer and up the curved stairs to the second story. She wanted to show her sister the things Lydia had bought for her, but when she glanced in Eloise's room, she found that it was empty.
"Eloise?" She called out, but she didn't see her dear sister anywhere. She figured that Eloise couldn't be far, so she made her way to her bedroom to set her things down onto her bed before she sought out to search once more.
"Eloise?" Genevieve called out once more, but still no sign of her sister. She knew that she was home because her purse was here, and Eloise would never go anywhere without her bag.
She decided that maybe Eloise was out relaxing by the pool, so she began to make her way back to the stairwell to head downstairs. On her way there, she noticed that the calm silence of the house was being disturbed by...something. She paused and listened, although she couldn't quite make out the sound. Being a 'curious cat', as the other girls at the home had called her, she listened more intently and began to follow the sound.
When the sound became clearer, she soon realized that it sounded a lot like...moaning. And not moans of pain or anything of that sort, but instead...sexual moans. She heard heavy panting and whimpering and groaning, and when she stopped to listen again, she realized that the sound was coming from the master bedroom.
She knew that she shouldn't look to see what was going on in there. Her first assumption was that perhaps Mr. L'Ovette was watching porn in there, and she didn't want to pry on his privacy, so she tried to make her way past the large double doors to get to the stairwell, but her mind was sidetracked when she noticed that one of the doors was opened just a crack.
Damn her soul for looking. She knew that it was not her place to look, but the door was cracked open and the vision was right there in front of her; it was impossible not to look. And what she could see through that tiny little crack in the door was enough to shock her straight down to her core.
On the large bed, Mr. L'Ovette had his back turned to her and his hands planted firmly on the mattress. His hips moved in a fast, steady rhythm, and his expensive slacks were pulled down just low enough to expose his large, thick cock.
Genevieve placed her hand over her mouth in shock as she watched while his huge balls slapped against a woman's skin, and she made out a pair of legs that spread out from either side of the man's hips. She knew perfectly well that it certainly wasn't Mrs. L'Ovette's legs, as the skin of this woman was far paler than Mark's wife's, and Mrs. L'Ovette had gone to the office. Genevieve would've heard her high heels if she came upstairs.
An affair, maybe? Genevieve questioned to herself. Certainly not. The L'Ovette's marriage was too happy and too healthy to welcome any filthy affairs. So...if it wasn't another woman that he was driving his cock into, who was it?
Genevieve strained to look without making a sound. She watched as his cock moved in and out, over and over and over again inside a perfectly pink, smooth pussy. A pair of lacy panties was moved to the side to allow Mr. L'Ovette's cock to drive deep. Juices dripped down the inner thighs of the woman and onto the satin comforter, and it almost seemed as if her pussy strained to take him in considering just how large and girthy his manhood was.
Against her better judgment, Genevieve looked a little closer, noticing that the woman was clothed in a pink summer dress, the skirt hiked up past her hips. And she moaned.
