Chapter 3 (Justine)

Justine learns a bit about Yvette since letting her move in.

Most people tended to work on weekdays and take it easy on weekends, but for me it was the opposite. My weekdays were mostly free, barring the occasional business trip or vacation with my family, while most of my dedicated work sessions took place on Saturdays and Sundays. Usually, they'd either be in the confines of my room or in the study, solely consisting of checking the profit charts and performance reports from the various businesses I owned, which were sent to me electronically each week. I know there's obviously more to running a fraction of a business empire than that, but when your businesses were running as smoothly as my family's, there really wasn't much to do, aside from maybe adjusting the wages depending on the current circumstances.

Once I was done "working" for the day, I briefly shut my laptop, immediately receiving a text from Mark Jr., my twin brother. It was yet another short video of him and his wife, raising their first child together as she rapidly grew before all of our eyes. It would only be a matter of time before she'd enroll in a college and I'd be in my forties, getting my gray hairs dyed and splurging on moisturizers even more than I already do. All the while my dad would be announcing his retirement and Junior and I would fight over who got to run the empire in his place. Just thinking about all that made me shudder, but it wasn't just that.

Every time I looked at my niece, I could instantly feel my biological clock start to tick, reminding me that the window of time for me to make a child was shrinking a little more every day. I knew there were ways for lesbian women to reproduce, but I didn't want to just go ahead and do that. To me, having a baby was a sign of commitment, and I wanted to make sure I was in a committed relationship with the right person before taking that step. I kept pondering over it for a bit, before my crotch tingled. I couldn't help it; whenever I thought about starting a family, it made me a bit horny. I knew I couldn't cause a pregnancy by making love to another chick, but that urge to orgasm and reproduce is present in everyone, regardless of sexuality.

With a sigh of resignation, I yanked down my jeans, reopened my laptop, and opened YouTube. Most people would probably watch porn in order to get off, or if they were in a relationship, then they'd just use their lover's social media posts for some visual assistance, but me? I often watched fashion hauls and workout videos. Porn was too easy to get off to, requiring no effort at all, and I thought it was silly to masturbate to your same-sex partner when you could just f**k them instead. You could break up the next morning, and unless one of you isn't clean, it won't come back to bite you in the a*s later.

I settled on a video of one of my favorite yoga instructors, who busied herself on a mat in a garden somewhere in Central America. One garment she wore often was this textured, sea foam green halter top, exposing a two-inch wide stripe of her slightly chubby midriff, the result of having three children. Her breasts had to be in the mid C range at least, but she always went braless and I could easily tell. I guess since yoga isn't as rigorous, it allowed her a bit more liberty. I took a box of tissues out of the nightstand drawer and dipped my hand into my thong, not bothering with a toy this time.

I tried to imagine this instructor getting frisky with me, but instead Yvette kept popping into my head. I pictured her doing all these poses and speaking gently to me, using some of those harmless yoga phrases that sound very naughty out of context. She didn't strike me as a yoga type of person, but she was into working out. Speaking of which, I imagined us making love, with her applying most of the pressure with those tough jaws and pinning me onto the bed with her presumably high strength. I'd always been a top, but maybe things would be different with Yvette. Oh god... Yvette...

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After another half-hour or so, I paused the video and took a minute to clean myself up, before putting my clothes back on and stretching as I headed downstairs. The smell of simmering spices, tomatoes and vegetable stock wafted upstairs, and I let it guide me to the expansive kitchen. It was about the same size as the kitchens you'd find at an upscale restaurant, big enough to where multiple people could waltz in and each cook up their own meals. Only difference was that a bit of my kitchen space was occupied by a dining area, big enough to hold ten. That aside, I hustled over to the stove and removed the lid from my pot of meatless chili, giving it a stir and letting the male jean-sized pocket of steam billow out.

Tonight would be the first night since Yvette showed up, in which we would not go to a restaurant or order takeout. I figured that maybe showing off my cooking skills would help turn her on a bit, and maybe score me some bonus points since I went out of my way to whip up a completely animal-free meal. I'd always held a degree of respect for vegans, but their way of life just wasn't for me, as I found that even if their alternatives looked the part, they did not taste the same as the real thing. But if going vegan meant that I'd be able to keep Yvette, then that was a sacrifice I'd be more than happy to make. I looked into the pot, appreciating how the dish looked just like the real thing. I'd ground up a bunch of tofu and browned it in a pan so it would look like beef, and I was thankful that stewing it with the other ingredients didn't result in it being overcooked. Even the texture was only marginally different from what I was used to.

Once I felt like it was ready, I plated the chili, sprinkling on some shredded almond milk cheese along with some sliced chives and poured two glasses of cashew milk, just in case we found the meal too spicy. Soon as I was done setting the table, I heard a few high-speed scratching sounds against the tiled floor as my pomsky Carter entered the room, leaping up to put his paws on me as he panted, his fluffy tail wagging four times per second. I know cuteness is subjective, but Carter was easily the ideal dog personality-wise: energetic, loyal, and friendly to everyone, but also very quiet and quick to follow commands. I would take him on trips with me, if my brother wasn't so strict about keeping all animals away from the baby. The dude was a perfectionist ever since we were toddlers, completing chores and assignments with conscientious dedication, and almost always taking precautions before executing a task. Oddly enough, however, he was actually the more adventurous twin when it came to trying new foods and exploring new places. I would get on his case for being his usual nebbish self, but I decided to let it go. He was a first-time dad after all; parents usually tend to loosen up the second time around, assuming they get that far.

"What is it, boy?" I cooed, petting his tiny head as he tried to lick my palm. "Hmm? You're hungry? Well I suppose I could spare one scrap."

I fed him a single shred of the vegan cheese, which he surprisingly ate without a second thought. After he'd finished his snack, he let out a quiet bark and growled a bit, repeatedly stepping towards the kitchen door and then turning back expectantly. Almost as if he was beckoning me to follow him somewhere. I shrugged and followed him, only to halt as we eyed Yvette entering the foyer from the basement, stretching as her skin gleamed with perspiration, the pulsating muscles in her arms threatening to burst through the flesh. We were about the same height, 5'5", her amber, syrup-colored hair waist-length like mine, but worn back in a skewed bun. It too was soaked with sweat, but shockingly none of it had dripped onto her glasses, her honey-brown eyes sparkling like citrine behind them.

Her all-black workout attire clung to her, the shorts stopping a fourth of the way down her toned thighs and the top hovering right around her navel; sometimes it would be all the way out, sometimes it wouldn't, and other times there'd be a middle-ground. Plus, it was haltered, allowing me a glimpse the port-wine stain on the back of her muscular shoulder, watching with intrigue as the muscles tensed and relaxed with every breath. Personally, I only worked out about once a week, twice if I was lucky, and it was only to stay thin... but here was someone who did it as a near-daily hobby.

Taking out her earbuds, she stooped down to pet Carter as he walked over and leapt on her, letting me see the cleavage through the wide V-shaped neckline, brought on by her augmented breasts that weren't too big for her frame. Mine were natural, but they were still about the same size. I felt a tender smile elasticizing my lips as I watched them bond. They'd hit it off instantly once Yvette moved in, and oftentimes Carter would divide his hours between her and myself. Hell, some nights he would sleep with her instead of me. The way they got along got me wondering just how good of a mother Yvette could be. I'd always been disgusted at the thought of having some guy's semen inside me, so maybe she'd take one for the team and carry our baby instead.

"Something smells pretty good," she commented. "I take it you made dinner?"

"Yep, and it should be right up your alley," I nodded. "Oh, and let's hope you don't get a yeast infection from those shorts."

"Meh, to me, a woman complaining about a camel-toe is the equivalent to a man complaining about a bulge. We've all got junk, so what? But anyway, I'm starving. I think I burned off every last calorie from this morning," Yvette replied, a hand on her stomach. Even through all that muscle, I could still hear it rumbling.

Without further ado, we headed for the dinner table and sat down. The food was still warm, and I waited for Yvette to try it first before I dug in myself. She seemed to enjoy her first bite, but subsequent bites brought a slight grimace to her face.

"Uh, I notice this chili has a distinctly meat-free flavor," she said.

"Yeah, it's vegan. I-I figured you'd be..." I stuttered a bit.

"Heh heh, I don't blame you," Yvette chuckled a little. I was relieved at how well she was taking this, but damn I felt stupid for being so stereotypical. "But I'm actually not vegan. I pretty much eat whatever I want, though I do go low-carb during my cut-cycle."

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind."

"I mean, I did briefly go vegan a few years ago�"and a raw vegan at that�"but I found that it isn't that much healthier than being an omnivore. Plus, the alternatives tend to be pretty expensive, and some of them are even unhealthier than the real things."

How fascinating. She was really brainy, at least when it came to health, and she was spewing facts I was completely unaware of like they were second nature to her. Admittedly, I was a little disappointed by this. I wouldn't consider myself a dumb person by any stretch (I did get a pretty even mix of B's and A's throughout my education), but it was hard not to feel stupid while growing up with a straight-A student for a twin brother. I was hoping that just once, I could be the smarter one in a pair, but oh well.

Such intelligence remained on full display throughout the rest of the meal. I learned more facts about healthy behaviors and even my own body, such as how running without a sports bra can tear ligaments. Yvette went at length about her workout routine, how many reps she did and which exercises she found the most difficult. She spoke about numerous instances in the past where she'd pulled some muscles or injured herself during training, and how her hardcore fitness routine resulted in her no longer getting periods. Lucky b*****d.

Yvette used to be obese growing up, due to the stress-eating brought on by a verbally abusive mother. Apparently the former would constantly get frustrated due to her daughter's presence on the autism spectrum, and the hurdles that came with it. Yvette thus took it upon herself to improve, pushing herself to excel in every class and resorting to exercise and sports as a form of healing; all of her efforts ultimately paid off, repairing her damaged relationship with her mother.

As she spoke, I subtly examined her. Soon as she said she was autistic, it immediately piqued my curiosity. She didn't fumble with her words, at least no more than the average person did, and her eye-contact was pretty solid. Too solid, in fact; she was the type of person who would stare unflinchingly at you during the whole exchange. If anything, it was me who had to glance away occasionally. There was, however, one symptom I noticed: Yvette was very much on the introverted side. In the week or so since she moved in, she mostly kept to herself, only asking me or Ruby for help whenever she absolutely needed it. When she did talk to me, she seemed a little awkward, like she was out of her element, and now that she was opening up about herself, that awkwardness was cranked up to six or seven. Maybe she was trying to suppress her disorder?

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By the time we'd wrapped up our discussion, it was completely dark outside. I'd gone through only two bowls of chili, and Yvette had eaten a whopping five. I could only assume such an appetite stemmed from her intense regimen. I couldn't complain, so long as there was still some chili left for Ruby, once she got home from her daily excursions. The two of us worked together to clean up the kitchen, which merely took five minutes, before we said our goodbyes and went to bed.

I checked out her a*s as I followed her up the stairs, desperately fighting the urge to reach out and grab it, before retiring to my own room. I disappeared into the shower and ended up getting consumed by my own fantasies, letting the steaminess of my thoughts mix with the steam from the hot water.