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Isobel, a modern nun and school teacher, works tirelessly to support the aged nuns who had cared for her and her sister during their childhood. When the monastery where she grew up is shut down by the government, she finds herself struggling to make ends meet on an average salary.

Her twin sister, Isabel, pleads for Isobel's help in stepping in for her in her matrimonial household, just like when they were children. Isobel agrees to help, but only under certain conditions, and takes on the role of Mrs. Isabel Julius Cza.

As she settles into the household, Isobel begins to understand the depth of her brother-in-law's love for her sister, and realizes that his affections are anything but ordinary. She finds herself caught in a web of emotions and desires that she never anticipated, and must navigate a delicate balance to protect herself and her sister's marriage.



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"Isabel suck on my neck."




He gently guides then sucks in a deep breath as he felt the cool shy lips of his wife. He itched for the stimulation.




"Isabel say ahh..." 




He pulled in her retreating form, locking her head in a tight grip. His hands crawled up and grasped the swollen globe on her chest and caressed his wife's trembling breast. As if on cue she gasped, then he pierced his genitals deep inside her mouth. Isobel instinctively gagged as it touched the back of her throat.





---Skip---Skip-





.... Finally, a satisfied smile appeared on Julius's lips when he heard the sound of gulping and swallowing of s*men.  He looked down at his wife's beetroom form under him with her mouth stuffed with d*ck. She looked ready to pass out...





"You look divine wifey..." 





Julius hugged Isobel head tightly,loving how his wife chokes on his manh**d. Massaging her hair as if to pet her. He pulls his hip back a bit to allow her breathe. She holds his thigh for support as she heaves in deep air. He calmly looks at her and whispered lowly as he soothingly wipes the corner of his wife's cheek that were glistening with tears, drool and cum. 


"Now it's your turn. Baby."






******

Nun Wife

What kind of marriage did you get yourself into Isabel? Isobel sighs and enters the spacious room greeting the man sitting at the head chair then choosing the furthest space from him to sit.

Julius looked up and was stunned. He couldn't take his eyes off her. Although his indifference look still persists, he admired her choice of clothes and beauty which left him confused because it was just unusual, especially with Isabel, his wife. That and the fact he noticed where she sat.

Julius wasn't pleased and it showed by the frown that dipped his brow.

"Here." Julius gestured to the chair at his right.

Isobel shook her head. "No, I'm good here".

Julius hands clenched to form hard fists. He was surprised by himself. Why was he like this? He usually didn't care about Isabel nor what she does but ever since that night...

Isobel was afraid one day her heart might jump out of her chest. She was scared of the cold glint in Julius's eyes. Maybe she shouldn't be stubborn and test him. Isobel concedes and sits near him.

Seeing this, Julius' expression relaxed. They sat in an awkward silence waiting for the other to first start up something. Isobel cleared her throat.

"How did it go? Your art tour?" She specified.

Julius blinked then made a sound. "Hmm". And muttered. "It turned out okay well apart from the fact I always almost end up stripped down by crazy fans. Crazy isn't it". Isobel nodded eyes wide open in disbelief.

"Despite feeling strongly about it, at the end of the day it's art. I'd die and it lives forever. It is my legacy, yes but I've never seen any artist in my type of situation."

"It's like a switch goes off upon my arrival. There's no line between the elite or common person, man or woman. They both blend in as they have common goals."

"For every event I hire more security guards because it is unknown the number of crazy fans waiting to ambush me".

He spilled everything out feeling light from having to confide in her his worries.

"Is this why you hate when people touch you?".

She questioned to which he nodded.

"For all I know I might end up getting kidnapped".

Isobel truly felt sorry for him. He didn't lie though. It's quite unheard of for an artist to be treated the same way an idol or popular musician would on a normal basis.

Which made her curious about his artwork and what's so good about it that can make the populace go nuts.

"Well on the positive side people love and can relate to your art so don't think too much and if your repulse is getting out of hand remember I'm right here for you. You can always come to me for aid". She said without thinking of her kind nature.

The man squinted at her and said nothing.

"Oh and I heard you're working on a new project. Can I be privileged to see some of the works in progress?".

The man nods absent minded. "Sure. Someday".

And with that concluded conversation he made to call Omann to serve however Isobel stopped him.

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