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04-14-2008, 12:39 AM
Carla waited excited and expectant at the front of the
exit in the Arrivals Lounge. Her young niece, Isabella,
her younger sister's daughter, was arriving to stay
with her forever from the poor Latin American island
nation Carla had fled from 11 years ago. Her sister and
brother in law had been killed in a motor accident 3
months ago. Carla had been granted a short visa to
attend the funeral and had just a few days back there
where she had spent all too short a time with Carla.
Carla's parents were dead now and Carla had no other
siblings, so there were was no close family to care for
Isabella. In the short time back "home" she and
Isabella had formed a strong bond and following her
departure back here to this fortunate developed
country, Isabella had been grief stricken. It had taken
3 months of hard for negotiation for Carla to secure a
permanent residency visa for Isabella here in the West.
Carla had worked hard to establish her international
design consultancy. She had offices in New York,
Chicago, LA, London, Paris, Shanghai, Tokyo and Sydney.
Much of the time she lived in her large secure estate
in the Hollywood Hills, where she was soon to transport
Isabella, whom she had already enrolled in one of LA's
small but most exclusive girl's schools.
At 36 Carla was a stunning woman. Regular Latin
Dancing, snow skiing and daily surfing had kept her in
excellent condition, having a figure the envy of most
teenage girls and women. With her olive skin, perfect
full lips and striking facial features, long wavy jet
black hair, 5' 9" height, slim waist, long lithe
muscular legs and a firm DD bust and flair for fashion,
Carla cut a sexually charged swathe through every crowd
and gathering. But she had never married. There had
been a very few men in her life, but the relationships
never lasted as she found all the single men she had
met to be too self-centred, shallow and insensitive.
All the good men seemed to be taken up or gay and
sometimes she cursed her decision to concentrate on her
business and not look for a serious relationship until
her early thirties.
Isabella emerged from the customs hall and into the
exit lounge. Her initial worried look immediately
changed to a big beaming smile that lit up her face and
the whole arrivals area. Carla had forgotten how
absolutely gorgeous Isabella was. Like Carla she had an
innate sense of style and fashion and despite her
poverty had managed to find a lovely outfit. She must
have changed in the aircraft toilets before landing. It
was autumn and she had chosen an outfit comprising
black thigh high boots, a short pleated red skirt,
black short sleeve blouse and a long sleeved white
denim jacket. Her long auburn hair fell in ringlets
around her face and over her shoulders, testimony to
her Afro-Latin heritage. Carla noticed a silence fall
upon the waiting crowd then a rising volume of
whispered comments as men, women and teenagers spoke to
each other in admiring tones about the Lolita Beauty
who had just emerged, to be greeted by an equally
stunning woman, (Carla). By their appearance were
obviously related. Carla was enveloped in a consuming
hug by Isabella.
They quickly left the airport and headed for Carla's
high walled secure residence in the Hills. It was not a
huge house, but it was well designed, easy to maintain
and enjoyed extensive views over LA toward the ocean
and had lovely lush sub-tropical gardens, suffused by
water features and statuary.
By the end of the second week it was as if Isabella had
lived with Carla in LA forever. She had already
adjusted well to the school and had been put into the
superior academic classes. Carla loved the company of
this fresh vibrant 'young woman', who had wisdom far
beyond her years. Every night they snuggled up on the
lounge to talk or watch TV. Isabella was very
affectionate. It was hard to believe she was only 12 as
her bust was already overflowing her B cup bras,
crowned by very large nipples that were frequently
stiff and pronounced.
Her hips and slim waist had the fullness and curves of
a young woman who had reached puberty, not that of a 12
year old! By the end of the first month Carla had
become aware of something that was causing her
significant self recrimination and concern. She was
experiencing sexual arousal on those nightly occasions
during their long snuggle up sessions. Carla was
shocked at her feelings, which were not subsiding. "My
God" she thought, "I am Isabella's aunt, guardian and
all that she treasures in the world. How can I be
feeling like this, I should love her as a parent, not a
sexual predator!"
exit in the Arrivals Lounge. Her young niece, Isabella,
her younger sister's daughter, was arriving to stay
with her forever from the poor Latin American island
nation Carla had fled from 11 years ago. Her sister and
brother in law had been killed in a motor accident 3
months ago. Carla had been granted a short visa to
attend the funeral and had just a few days back there
where she had spent all too short a time with Carla.
Carla's parents were dead now and Carla had no other
siblings, so there were was no close family to care for
Isabella. In the short time back "home" she and
Isabella had formed a strong bond and following her
departure back here to this fortunate developed
country, Isabella had been grief stricken. It had taken
3 months of hard for negotiation for Carla to secure a
permanent residency visa for Isabella here in the West.
Carla had worked hard to establish her international
design consultancy. She had offices in New York,
Chicago, LA, London, Paris, Shanghai, Tokyo and Sydney.
Much of the time she lived in her large secure estate
in the Hollywood Hills, where she was soon to transport
Isabella, whom she had already enrolled in one of LA's
small but most exclusive girl's schools.
At 36 Carla was a stunning woman. Regular Latin
Dancing, snow skiing and daily surfing had kept her in
excellent condition, having a figure the envy of most
teenage girls and women. With her olive skin, perfect
full lips and striking facial features, long wavy jet
black hair, 5' 9" height, slim waist, long lithe
muscular legs and a firm DD bust and flair for fashion,
Carla cut a sexually charged swathe through every crowd
and gathering. But she had never married. There had
been a very few men in her life, but the relationships
never lasted as she found all the single men she had
met to be too self-centred, shallow and insensitive.
All the good men seemed to be taken up or gay and
sometimes she cursed her decision to concentrate on her
business and not look for a serious relationship until
her early thirties.
Isabella emerged from the customs hall and into the
exit lounge. Her initial worried look immediately
changed to a big beaming smile that lit up her face and
the whole arrivals area. Carla had forgotten how
absolutely gorgeous Isabella was. Like Carla she had an
innate sense of style and fashion and despite her
poverty had managed to find a lovely outfit. She must
have changed in the aircraft toilets before landing. It
was autumn and she had chosen an outfit comprising
black thigh high boots, a short pleated red skirt,
black short sleeve blouse and a long sleeved white
denim jacket. Her long auburn hair fell in ringlets
around her face and over her shoulders, testimony to
her Afro-Latin heritage. Carla noticed a silence fall
upon the waiting crowd then a rising volume of
whispered comments as men, women and teenagers spoke to
each other in admiring tones about the Lolita Beauty
who had just emerged, to be greeted by an equally
stunning woman, (Carla). By their appearance were
obviously related. Carla was enveloped in a consuming
hug by Isabella.
They quickly left the airport and headed for Carla's
high walled secure residence in the Hills. It was not a
huge house, but it was well designed, easy to maintain
and enjoyed extensive views over LA toward the ocean
and had lovely lush sub-tropical gardens, suffused by
water features and statuary.
By the end of the second week it was as if Isabella had
lived with Carla in LA forever. She had already
adjusted well to the school and had been put into the
superior academic classes. Carla loved the company of
this fresh vibrant 'young woman', who had wisdom far
beyond her years. Every night they snuggled up on the
lounge to talk or watch TV. Isabella was very
affectionate. It was hard to believe she was only 12 as
her bust was already overflowing her B cup bras,
crowned by very large nipples that were frequently
stiff and pronounced.
Her hips and slim waist had the fullness and curves of
a young woman who had reached puberty, not that of a 12
year old! By the end of the first month Carla had
become aware of something that was causing her
significant self recrimination and concern. She was
experiencing sexual arousal on those nightly occasions
during their long snuggle up sessions. Carla was
shocked at her feelings, which were not subsiding. "My
God" she thought, "I am Isabella's aunt, guardian and
all that she treasures in the world. How can I be
feeling like this, I should love her as a parent, not a
sexual predator!"