Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

them. Then again, if that sexy Piya was his wife, he’d ride her into next week and not give
a damn if the whole house could hear.
Eddie crept closer to the door, and a woman’s voice could be heard giggling. Suddenly,
another guttural voice could be heard moaning over the first one. Gwaahhh! Gwaahhh!
Wait a minute, there were two guys in the room. And then the second male voice
moaned, Oh yeah, right there! Go deeper! Gwaaaaahhh! Eddie’s eyes widened as he
recognized that voice. It was his brother, Alistair. What the fucky fuck was happening?
Was Alistair having a ménage à trois with his Thai cousins right under his grandmother’s
roof, while she lay dying? The sacrilege! Whenever he came to visit his grandmother, he
always had the common decency of checking his latest mistress in to the Shangri-La
Hotel nearby. He would never think of sleeping with anyone that wasn’t his wife in his
dear Ah Ma’s house.
Eddie barged into the room in a self-righteous fit. “WHAT IN GOD’S NAME DO YOU THINK
YOU’RE DO—” he began, and then he stopped in surprise. Piya was seated on the chaise
lounge sipping her morning cappuccino, coolly elegant in a sleeveless kelly green silk
faille top with matching faille pencil pants from Rosie Assoulin. Eddie swung around and
discovered the most curious sight. Sitting at the foot of the silver-enameled four-poster
bed was Alistair, stripped to the waist, and leaning over him was Uncle Taksin, digging his
elbows deep into Alistair’s shoulders. Adam lay facedown naked on the bed while his
mother straddled his thighs, massaging his lower back with coconut oil.
“Ooaahhh!” Adam groaned, as Piya continued to giggle.
“I told you boys to do some stretches before your badminton match, but you didn’t
listen, did you?” Catherine chided, as she rubbed Adam’s lower back vigorously.
“Duuude, Uncle Taksin is giving me the best Thai massage on the planet! You really
should try it,” Alistair said.
Eddie stared at the scene in disbelief. He couldn’t believe that the Thai prince was
giving his brother a massage. “Um, shouldn’t your maids be doing this?”
“No…Mummy’s the best.” Adam sighed through his pillow.
Piya laughed. “All the Aakara boys have been spoiled by their parents giving them
massages since they were little. Adam doesn’t even like it when I try to massage him—
only Mummy will do.”
Catherine looked up at Eddie, her chin smeared with a drop of coconut oil as she
kneaded her fingers deep into Adam’s butt muscles. “Do you want a massage? I’m almost
done here.”
“Er…no, I’m fine, thanks. I’m not sore—I…I…only played the first set, remember?”
Eddie stuttered, uncomfortable at seeing his auntie touch her own son down there.
“You don’t know what you’re missing.” Alistair sighed contentedly.
“I’m just on my way to see Ah Ma,” Eddie said, backing out of the room as fast as he
could. Those Aakaras were such strange people. Imagine, giving their children massages
when they had a posse of prostrating servants at their beck and call! He could hardly
believe that Auntie Cat and his mother were sisters—they were such polar opposites. His