Its complicated

"Jennifer, how is us going to your house anything but a bad," You ask.

Shrugging, Jennifer looked out the window, telling you,"It's complicated, the short awnser is neither mom nor dad are home, and it's only Consuela and me in a 10 bedroom house"

"Whos Conseula," you query.

"That's also complicated," Jennifer replies. "The simple awnser is she's our 20 year old house keeper dad hired like 4 months ago."

After having met Jennifers, vain and fucked up, mother. You just knew that this was not going to be anything close to normal. Unable to help yourself you asked her,"And the complicated one?"

Jennifer sighed, explaining," My parents are the poster children for why some people shouldn't get money. While dad didnt make Elon or Besos money, he did quite well in the tech bubble."

"And Conseula," you prod.

Wincing, Jennifer mumbled,"He kind of bought her."

"How is that even..." You wonder.

"You see Consuelas dad was kind a, laundering money for the Columbian Cartels.." Jennifer says. When ever an explanation starts off with you see it's never a good thing. Bracing yourself, she continued,"They found out he was skimming and needed cash to flee."

"I see..." you mumur.

Jennifer plowed on with her explanation,"And she's kinda here illegally, dad snuck her in on a private plane."

Human trafficking too this was just sounding better you thought.

"But with Consuela here, it good, because she keeps my mom out of my hair." Jennifer finished.

Suddenly weary, you ask,"Why."

"My dads buisness in Colorado is setting up our last housekeeper, his mistress, and my new twin half-siblings with a house for when he's there."

This was just getting better and better," as this is relevant, how?" You query.

"Well Consuela is like superhot, like Miss Teen Columbia hot. And her duties consist, as housekeeper,mainly of her laying by the pool."

"Soo she's not really a housekeeper more like arm candy." You surmise.

Jennifer nods, sating,"Yes. And my mom refuses to be here more than absolutely necessary. Because she refuses to be under the same roof as his Columbian Whore."

You looked over at Rebecca, silently listening to this saga. She had a look that just screamed, and I though my parents were fucked up.

"How are they still a thing," you wonder.

Jennifer thinks about it for a minute saying,"Despite, apparently, not having fucked in 10 years, for mom its money. My dad took his bosses advice, and had mom sign a prenup. In a divorce she would get a few million, but not enough for her race car boyfriend or weekends in Monaco."

Jennifer think about it some more, saying,"Best guess about dad is either spite. Or maybe hes sees mom as his possesion, and her unhappiness is in material."

The silence after that just hung in the car until Jennifer smashed it,"But that's the sad saga of the Marlow family."

As much as thought of fucking the girls in Jennifers bed was a real turn on. You were really unsure if the fantasy was worth entering that minefield.

"I think well..."You say before being interrupted.

"Theres no need to feel sorry for me Mr.Clarkson i get to do virtually whatever i want. The person I feel for is Consuela. She cant really leave , barely speaks English, and her existence is to be available for my dad to fuck when and however he desires. And the kicker, is its not even good sex, according to mom dads dick us like 4 inches and he's done in 3 minutes or less."

Well that certainly cleared up some thing ls in your mind. Doing anything at Jennifers, even with out a human trafficked sex ****, would be really risky.