Exhausted and completely satiated, they fall back laughing.
After a few minutes, Sven half straightens up, looks at her sideways for a moment: ‘What do you think about what just happened: trapped by grabby hands after all?’
‘Haha,’ she laughs, ‘no, more like you’ve made my day!’ Although utterly satisfied, she feels still very wet between her legs, she thinks with satisfaction. What a wonderful feeling!
‘And besides, I think you’re a lot more attractive than that drunk,’ she adds with a joking look.
‘Thank you,’ Sven laughs and pulls her against him, ‘amazing woman,’ he whispers in her ear.
When they have recovered a bit from all the exertion, they walk back to the cottage, still in a blissful state, and while Sven goes inside to get more wine and some snacks, Louise settles down comfortably in one of the comfortable chairs on the porch. She hasn’t bothered to put on her underwear, all she’s wearing is the button-down dress, with half the buttons unbuttoned so she can give Sven another look at her breasts in a moment, and her legs, whom she graciously crossed over each other. Let’s see if she can drive him crazy again, she thinks cheerfully, she now feels wonderfully unhinged. It is now well after midnight, but she still has energy for two, she notices.
‘Hey Sven, I hope you have a cold beer ready in the fridge, I’m about to melt!’ it suddenly sounds, a blonde version of Sven steps onto the porch and is about to say something more, but then he suddenly falls silent and stares mesmerized at Louise, she smiles at him amiable.
‘Wow, forget that beer, I see something much more attractive, who’s this beauty?’
Louise is now laughing out loud, what a delightfully unabashed flirt, this must be Sven’s “little” brother, you can’t miss that. She has the distinct suspicion that she has been tricked by Sven, but she can laugh about it, she certainly has no regrets that she went with him, she is having the time of her life. And if she had had less wine, a little math could have told her by now that Lars was well past puberty, she realizes.
She stands up and holds out a hand to him, ‘Louise,’ she says, ‘and you must be Lars.’
Lars grabs her outstretched hand with both hands and kisses it with exaggerated gallantry, bending his knees as he goes. ‘My sweet Louise,’ he murmurs, gazing in admiration at her ample cleavage, ‘I am lying at your feet.’ She gives him a radiant smile.
Then Sven comes out again: ‘Ah Lars, there you are, Louise, this is my brother Lars.’
‘I suspected that, is he always like this?’ asks Louise amused, pointing to Lars, who is still on his knees in front of her.
‘Unfortunately,’ Sven must confess, ‘a first-class bullshitter and tease. Lars, this is Louise.’
‘I figured that out by now,’ says Lars cheerfully, ‘where did you get this decorative lady, if I may ask? I must say she is a very nice addition to our porch!’
Sven chuckles, ‘yes I thought so too, that’s why I lured her here, after I have saved her, I must say in my defense, like a real knight in shining armor, from our notorious drunkard with the grabbing hands.’
‘Ah, does he still do that, the bastard. Well,’ he says with a jolly look to Louise, ‘then you’re in much better hands with us.’
‘I’ve already experienced that,’ she responds, laughing softly. A small blush appears on her cheeks, Lars looks curiously from her to Sven. Sven also blushes, Lars knows enough, he walks away with a chuckle to get himself a beer.
He soon returns with a bottle of beer, humming softly, it’s a song that seems vaguely familiar to Louise, but she can’t quite place it yet.
‘Am I seeing that right, Sven,’ she suddenly says with a questioning look at both brothers, ‘is your “little brother” even taller than you?’
Sven looks embarrassed for a moment. ‘Yes, sorry about that, I wanted so badly to take you home, it was a little white lie. Can you forgive me?’ The disarming smile that accompanies this humble request makes her melt, my god, he’s so sexy, she thinks, I could forgive him anything. She nods indulgently, gives him a seductive smile and holds up her empty wine glass.
While Sven refills her glass, she curiously asks Lars: ‘Sven mentioned that you probably went night fishing, but I don’t see a fishing rod or other fishing gear, what did you actually do tonight?’
Lars bursts out laughing. He looks at his brother teasingly, ‘night fishing Sven, really?’
‘Well, I could hardly tell her you were after the village virgins, could I? I just told Louise you were my little brother. I’m not crazy, then my carefully constructed house of cards about the harmless and responsible big brother would have collapsed, and at that moment I wasn’t sure yet,’ he looks teasingly at Louise, ‘whether she would bite.’
Louise chuckles, Lars is clearly not the only one who carries the bullshit gene.
‘No, that’s true,’ Lars agrees, ‘that would have been very stupid.’
‘Unsuccessful, I presume, given that you’re back so early?’ Sven glances at Louise for a moment, ‘early for his doing, if he has managed to talk himself into someone’s bed, he usually only turns up again in the early hours,’ he clarifies. Louise laughs when she sees Lars’ mischievous look.
‘No suitable game,’ he grins, ‘they don’t really offer nice women here, I discovered to my disappointment.’ He chuckles, ‘apparently you should look further than the local game,’ he looks at Louise fondly.
‘Lars, behave yourself,’ says Sven with a laugh, he looks apologetically at Louise, but she seems to be having the most fun, judging by her cheerful smile and sparkling eyes. Indeed, she thoroughly enjoys the verbal sparring between the two brothers, and of course the sight of those two attractive, delightfully young men, Sven with his dark curls and sexy hazel eyes against Lars’ curly blond hair and cheerful bright blue eyes.
‘Tell me, Louise,’ Lars asks seriously, ‘how did you end up here.’ Louise says she is here on holiday and has booked a hotel in the village.
‘On your own?’
‘Yes, I had to book something, it was a bit last minute, and this seemed like a nice environment to sort things out at my leisure.’ She talks about her broken relationship and the divorce, and about the girlfriend with the chips bags-shaped tits, who stole her husband.
‘Chips bags you say?’ Lars asks with disbelief in his voice, ‘and your husband, excuse me, yóur húsband is trading you in for someone with chips bags!? Look at them,’ he points to her breasts, ‘you wouldn’t exchange those, would you? What an idiot…’
Louise blushes at the barely covert compliment. Lars keeps staring at her breasts, is he doing that on purpose, she thinks with amusement.
‘Hey kid, my eyes are up here,’ she jokes.
‘Oh yes,’ grins Lars, ‘they are very nice too, I must say.’
Sven is silent, he is looking at them with an amused look. He knows his brother, who seems to be just as charmed by his catch as he is. But it is entirely up to Louise, Sven thinks, whether she wants to respond to his advances. He has no problem with that, she is not his property, after all, they have only just met. It is also very entertaining to see how Louise reacts to Lars, he thinks, it clearly shows that she has considerably more life experience, she remains very balanced under his brother’s constant flirtation, which he greatly appreciates.
Lars is still a student, computer science, and Sven has just taken a year’s sabbatical, he worked in technology but has gradually started to have some reservations about it, it’s not where his heart goes out to. And since the sudden death of their parents left them well cared for and moreover, they have an agent who has put the money away wisely, he can afford that. He has not yet decided what he would like to do after that year, maybe go back to school, or choose another profession, he still has no idea.
His first action had been to rent this chalet, at least until the end of the summer.
Louise states that she herself is at a bit of a crossroads in her career and life, with her failed relationship, and also not being very happy in her work anymore.
She tells them that she has a nice amount of money left over from the divorce settlement and still does not know exactly what to do with it. The idea of a sabbatical appeals to her, she says, maybe she’ll go for that.
Lars walks back in for a second beer, again singing softly, this time she hears the words and recognizes it: “Sweet Lui-Louise”, a song by Ironhorse. It puts a sunny smile on her face, she has the feeling that he isn’t even aware he’s singing it.
‘Doesn’t it bother you that he’s so unabashedly flirting with me?’ she asks Sven.
‘No, I don’t mind, that’s just who he is, an incorrigible flirt. And we have a code, by the way, if one of us wants to keep a woman to herself,’ he adds with a wink. She looks at him curiously.
‘Depending on how this develops, there’s a good chance I’ll have to call that code,’ he says with a seductive grin, Louise blushes. ‘But since we’ve only known each other for a couple of hours, that’s not an issue yet, for all I know you’ll have had enough of me at the end of the evening, eh, night by now,’ he throws her a mischievous look. I doubt it, she thinks, and blows him a kiss.
‘You guys are very close to each other, aren’t you,’ she says, ‘I wish I was that close with my sister.’
‘That’s right,’ admits Sven, ‘that’s of course because we were so dependent on each other from an early age, but also because we have a lot in common, we look at life in the same way and do many things together, such as sports. But we are not the same, we are definitely not twin brothers. Not just because of the blond curls,’ he points to Lars’s head, who has just come out again, still singing softly, ‘but as you will have noticed by now, Lars has a very nice singing voice, for example, and I don’t.’
‘Yes indeed,’ she says amused, ‘although I’ve only heard one song from him,’ she looks at Lars teasingly, ‘but I haven’t heard you sing at all.’
‘Well,’ says Sven, looking deeply into her eyes, ‘if you carry on like this, it will surely happen, but you’ve been warned, it won’t be easy on your ears.’
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