Family Secrets: Part 19: Amour Interdit
Part 19: Amour Interdit
At the top of the stairs, Brie turned right and walked down the hallway. It had an oriental rug that ran the length of the hallway but left the edges bare, exposing the dark wood flooring. Brie stayed on the carpet, but hoped her Coda boots didn’t leave any dirty stains from walking in the snow outside.
That concern quickly left her thoughts and she didn’t even consider why a very long oriental rug would even be found in condominiums for visiting staff as well as the several framed photographs, not pictures, that lined the walls. The only concern, the only desire on Brie’s mind was getting some weed. And. Licking. Pussy!!!
Now, where was Professor Zhou??
It was then she smelled the unmistakable scent of Bubba Kush, a strong indica strain. That is, not having a strong odor, but having the ability to provide one with a super baked result.
Her boots carried her past several doors until she found the open one. The one where someone was definitely smoking Kush. She peered in waiting like a l.i.t.t.l.e girl to be invited.
“Come on in, Gabriella,” Professor Zhou quietly requests of her student.
Brie walks in and accepts the lit joint and takes a small hit and passes it back. The professor sets it down on a tray and lights some incense. Then she sits down at her vanity table.
Looking in her mirror (not at herself, but her student), she slides her tortoiseshell hair pin out, letting her long dark hair cascade over her shoulders.
“That’s a cool hair pin,” Brie comments, eyeing the burning joint and secretly hoping to get another hit.
“It’s a type of Kanzashi. This one is specifically called a Kogai, or sword.”
“Yeah! I liked how you removed it by pulling on the ends to reveal two parts.”
The professor smiles in the mirror at her student as she picks up a comb (kushi) with the same design as the hair pin and brushes her long, straight hair. Almost like a marionette. Almost.
“Professor…”
“Please, call me Chan. We’ve been through this dance before.”
“Ah, yes. Can I…?” Brie points to the smoking joint.
“Yes, you may… do you have a nickname?”
Brie walks over and picks up the joint and takes a good toke before answering, “Pumpkin,” then she covers her mouth to cough.
“No, no,” Chan laughs, “Something for your first name, something…”
“Brie!” Brie excitedly remembers and adds (after taking another hit) “Do you want some more… Pro… Chan?”
“No, I prefer to be fully alive when I experience the touch of another woman.”
Brie takes another hit as the smoke invades the soft-lit room and begins to distort her vision. She swears her professor is fanning her pretty Asian face with some Japanese fan, or rather, sensu, a traditional folding fan.
“Fuck, I’m getting baked”, Brie thinks to herself and continues her inner dialogue as she stares over at Chan, “Will I be able to complete this transaction? And more importantly, can I perform cun…cunnil… cunnilingus stoned???”
Chan stares back (in the mirror) at her student who, with her orange hue hair, does look like a pumpkin. Round. And. Cute.
Then she stands up, setting her kushi next to the ornamental Kogai and turns, walking closer to her student.
A sudden gust of wind outside the window gave Brie a fright. Chan remained calm and observant.
“I’m curious why you chose this outfit?”
Brie blinked her eyes again and now it seemed her professor had a… wand? No, a crop! A leather riding crop. Used for… horses? Maybe. And what else???
She took another hit to give her more time to answer.
Chan really did have a leather crop. And she used it against her student’s thick body. Especially down the sides of her exposed round tummy. Brie giggled. The blue Lotus jewel jiggled.
“You should give me that before you get too high. Or are you already on top of Mount Fuji??” her Asian face placid and peaceful.
Brie obeyed handing the nearly consumed joint (just a super small stub now) over to her professor. Chan delicately held it between her thumb and index finger and put out the tiny flame with her… tongue!!!
(Fuck) thought Brie. She’s a cool equestrian from China. Or was it, France?
Brie was so stoned she wasn’t sure why she even thought of horses until…
SWAT!!!
“Ahhh!!” Brie yelled.
“I see you have consumed too much of my Bubba Kush already. It can leave one sleepy and relaxed. However, it will make you hungry. Are you hungry for my hairy pussy??”
“Yes, yes… Miss Chan!”
“That’s better,” the crop moves over the exposed contour of those large round breasts resting inside the leather bustier, “You chose this bustier,” the crop moves over her hips, “This… mini skirt,” the crop moves down near the floor, “And these boots, almost military looking, what are they called?”
“Coda boots,” Brie giggles.
SWAT!!!
The crop made a nice solid sound against Brie’s thick calves.
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Soon the sweet smell of marijuana reaches the dining room downstairs where Kylie sits.
She finishes her Jasmine tea, setting the empty cup with the saucer to complete the set. Of. Exquisite. Fine. China.
Expensive tastes, this Professor Zhou, Kylie thinks to herself. Then she silently makes her way up the stairs, slowly, inhaling the drifting smoke, wondering if she’s too late.
At the top of the stairs, directly in front of her is a bay window that looks Southward over the campus. Kylie walks closer and watches the strong gusts of wind swirl the falling snow. Already, it seems, maybe three or four inches have accumulated on the campus grounds.
Then she turns right and walks down the hallway, her Asics cross-training sneakers leaving soft impressions in the oriental rug. The subtle lighting reflected the fluorescent yellow designs on her shoes, especially the stylized cursive A brand logo.
Several framed pictures adorned the walls. She stopped at one on the left. It was a photograph. Wedding? Yes, the couple were kissing under a Chinese pavilion.
Kylie pivoted and on the framed photo on the right wall was the bride. She walked closer and recognized the dress the bride wore as a Cheongsam, or Qipao, the traditional Chinese wedding gown.
And there was a name printed in gold underneath: Lin.
Lin? Wasn’t the professor’s name Chan? Or was Brie confused (or high) when they had that conversation in the dorm maybe several weeks ago. Ah, whatever.
Further down the hall was a closed door. If they were smoking weed, Kylie reasoned she didn’t need to hurry, and decided to… turn the knob. It opened!
Bookcases lined the walls. Kylie noticed they all had French titles. Well, that made sense, Professor Zhou taught French literature. A small desk was in one corner by the window. The way the snow was falling suggested it was heavy. And. Wet.
Kylie sat at the desk and opened a drawer. A small book was inside. She lifted it out and saw that it had a clasp. Locked. A diary??
Being an expert cat thief, Kylie got up, closed the door, and returned to the desk, turning on the small lamp, and found an implement in another drawer to pick the lock.
Click!
The first few pages had short (very short) passages with dates at the top. Probably personal entries. Then she came across what could only be a manuscript. There was a title: Amour Interdit.
She pulled out her phone and typed in the words into a translator: Forbidden Love.
Hmmm…
She began to take pictures of the pages and use the app to translate them.
One excerpt read:
Her only sexual experience is masturbation.
I taught her how to do it, when we were 1.1 and 1.2 y.e.a.r.s o.l.d. And, almost every night, I would hear my sister sighing under the sheets, while I caressed myself at the same time.
Sometimes, after the orgasm, we shared our facial expressions.
In short, Lin is the ideal girl, the one that all parents dream of.
I would not say I am the opposite, but we are different and similar at the same time.
Kylie continued to read:
My resemblance to Lin is impressive, many people think we are twins, even though I am 1.3 months older than her.
You could say we are like Siamese Sisters.
When one is thirsty, the other offers her gourd, without any words having been exchanged.
So in everyone's eyes, I'm a bit like her.
I am a good student and I behave as I should for a 1.5-y.e.a.r-old girl.
But the reality is misleading.
As there is a Yin and a Yang, there is Lin and Chan.
Since I discovered, at a very y.o.u.n.g a.g.e, my homosexuality, I have embarked on the discovery of sex and pleasure between girls.
I am very organized and, under a smooth façade, I hide a very pronounced taste for sex and transgression.
Lin is the only one who knows my intimate life.
She knows that I sleep with this neighbor, ten years my elder, who is totally addicted to
me. I told her how I had seized her, "heated", until she opened her bed to me.
I also told her about my adventure with the female sailing instructor this summer, or my experiences with some other girlfriends.
Kylie stopped reading when she heard her girlfriend cry out. Then silence. She waited a few seconds before she decided Brie must have done something that required punishment. She was always being disobedient. Plus, this manuscript was getting very revealing. Meow
Why me?
Because I love you, my sister responds.
I love you too. But sex and love have nothing to do with it.
For me, it does.
I am confused but remain silent, thinking of the right thing to say.
Fortunately, I am saved by the gong, namely by mom who calls us. There are green beans to be dried.
Like a cat, Kylie curiously turns the page:
Our parents decided to go to Cap-Ferret earlier this year.
Lin and I are staying at home alone for two weeks, waiting for the endless school year to finish.
She skips a couple paragraphs and then:
The afternoon is heavy and hot. I take a nap, not really asleep, rather sleepy because of the heat. The room is fresh, because of the thick walls and the size of the room.
My hand is, as is often the case, between my thighs, but I am too indolent to give myself pleasure.
I feel Lin's presence. Then her body sticking to my back. I try to fall asleep.
"Teach me, big sister," she whispers.
“There are plenty of girls who would love to teach you. You just have to beat eyelashes,” I reply.
A long silence sets in.
I feel Lin's hand on my hip.
“I'm afraid. I only trust you," she says.
I realize that this is the truth. Lin is fearful, even if she doesn't show it too much. That is one of the major differences between us.
I think back to the kitten, perched on the roof of the school, that Sunday. I went up to look for it, leaning on each briquette of the wall. An ascent of eight meters, without any protection.
Lin would never have dared and she had nearly died of fear, on the verge of tears, when I went down with the little cat, to the applause of the girlfriends.
I turn around gently.
Lin's eyes shine in the chiaroscuro of the louvers.
I put my lips on hers and her mouth melts into mine.
Kylie closes the manuscript. Two words consume all her thoughts: Family Secrets.
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The Kush which usually gives Brie a supreme relaxed feeling was instead giving her a more anxious and apprehensive feeling. She wanted to answer that her choice of clothes had something to do with making her professor feel… submissive? But why did Professor Zhou have the riding crop? And where were the ponies? Or were they supposed to be unicorns jumping over rainbows??
“It seems you are… ah, rather stoned,” Chan accurately concluded as she walked around her student moving her hand over that big butt covered in faux leather, “And… nervous? What are you nervous about, Brie?”
“Nothing!” her stoned student blurted out.
Chan finished her little tour standing close to the tense young woman in a dominatrix outfit. Beads of perspiration forming on her upper lip and forehead. The irony was sublime.
Then she walked over to her vanity table and set the leather crop down.
“Are you capable of unzipping me without any complications?”
“Yes, Chan… Miss Chan!!”
“Good! Show me."
And the professor bent her head and pulled her hair away from her neck. In the mirror, her dark eyes studied the enthusiastic student as she hurried over to perform her given assignment.
Brie found the zipper at the top of the collar and it smoothly went down until the middle of the back when it became stuck. Chan waited impatiently a few seconds as her body swayed with several hard tugs to free it.
“That’s okay, pumpkin, go sit on my bed.”
“I’m sorry, Professor Chan,” Brie meekly apologized and walked toward the bed.
“Don’t be sorry, I enjoyed your hand pressing into my back as you tried your best. That’s all I ask of my students,” and Chan waited till Brie sat on the bed.
Then she reached behind her to (nimbly) finish unzipping the red satin Qipao dress and letting it fall to the floor. The golden dragons disappeared under the folds. Brie gasped at the incredible sight. Her face was usually up close and personal with her professor’s kitty during prior transactions to secure weed, but from this distance, this view, the Asian beauty was spellbinding.
Chan gracefully spun around in her floral underwear, the golden ankle bracelet catching the ceiling track lighting with their subtle LED bulbs. She daintily walked away from Brie, over to the ottoman in the center of the room and lifted one foot upon it.
“Now, my sweet little thing, dressed all in her tight leather Domme uniform, crawl over here, on your knees, and lick my pussy.”
Brie slid off the bed and inched (expeditiously) her way over the floor.
Chan, facing the opposite way, enjoyed the sounds her student’s knees, hands, and boots moving across her bedroom floor, as well as her heavy breathing from the strenuous (at least for those not fit) exercise.
And then…
And then imagining what Brie saw as she sat back on her legs looking up between her legs.
And then…
And then waiting for those thick little fingers to stretch her panties, exposing her fragrant womanhood.
And then…
And then moist warm breath, close, each exhale like a gentle breeze over her dense fur.
And then…
And then her student’s wet tongue making contact. Sending. Shivers.
Minutes passed and as the winter storm brewed outside, Chan was traversing the hot, dusty desert. The heat of lust inside her building up like a sand dune.
“Put two fingers in and continuing licking my hairy slit,” Chan instructed.
Brie obeyed.
More minutes passed.
And then…
Her student stopped.
“Why did you stop???”
“Tell me what you want?”
“Brie! I want you to continue!!”
“Use my proper name and tell me specifically.”
Chan recognized a little dominance from her cute chubby student and was secretly thrilled. Plus, she was so close to finding Nirvana that she complied without further thought.
“Gabriella, I want your hot tongue on my wet pussy!!!”
“And my fingers??”
“Yes, fuck me with your fingers!!! Do it!!! Lick me! Fuck me! Eat my pussy, Gabriella!!!”
Gabriella pulled the floral panties up and over the left ass cheek and placed both hands on her professor’s ass pressing her face between them and licking that dripping hairy forest. And speeding up her pace before inserting two fingers inside that slippery hole. And speeding up that rhythm before applying more oral skills.
Chan was visibly and audibly broadcasting her countdown to Nirvana when…
“I got it Brie!! You can stop!”
At first, Chan thought it was part of her dune experience searching for Nirvana in a dust storm, as the real winter storm outside dumped inches and inches of wet snow on the campus. The sun burning down from a blue cloudless sky. Her skin temperature rising. Sweat pouring down her body. The wind whipping tiny sand particles everywhere. Especially between her legs. The sensation of a wonderful stimulation of sand worms sliding insider her. And a lizard’s tongue tickling her garden with unfathomable ecstasy.
Nirvana was just around the corner when it all… vanished!
The professor, with a dignified manner, slowly lowers her foot from the ottoman and turns around before adjusting her floral panties.
“It seems we have an unannounced guest who likes to watch,” she purrs.
“And record…” the unannounced guest purrs back trying to hide her constantly expanding passionate emotions for the Asian woman.
Kylie had been surreptitiously observing the interplay between her girlfriend and her teacher from the open doorway. She began recording when Brie attempted to remove the Cheongsam and when the teacher completed the task and stepped out of the dress, her total beauty was so astonishing she almost had gasped giving herself away. Almost.
“And what do you propose to do with… this recording?” the professor takes a step closer.
“I think you’re smart enough to comprehend the implications,” Kylie counters as she slips her phone into the pocket of her hoodie.
“Let me see your face,” the professor takes another step toward her mysterious guest.
Kylie lowers her hoodie letting her equally long and black hair cascade down over her shoulders. She remains just inside the doorway as the mature woman walks closer.
“I love your dark tone it matches your hair… and eyes. Hispanic?”
“Yes,” Kylie answers, struggling with her composure as the sexy Asian steps even closer.
Close enough to kiss…
“Grab her arm, Brie!”
Brie had been shadowing her teacher and when she heard her girlfriend cry out, she reached for Chan’s right arm, pulling it hard behind her back.
Free of Chan’s kiss (and she really wanted to kiss her!) Kylie quickly removed her backpack and pulled out a few lengths of hemp rope. Short lengths. And tied the professor’s wrists.
“Let’s get her over to the bed,” and both girls held her arms and led her over to her bed.
Chan proceeded to sit down and then was told to move up and lie down on her pillow.
Next, she watched her unnamed captor use another length of hemp rope to tie her ankles.
Kylie took a few moments to study her captive feline: passive, quiet, serene and… aroused?
This made her next question rather rhetorical, but she had to hear it from the panther’s lips, “Most people in this situation, finding a stranger in their house and being tied up, practically naked, would be screaming and trying to break free of their bonds. But you are calm and quiet. And I think you actually find this thrilling. A secret fantasy of yours?”
“Yes,” Chan softly purrs with bright brown eyes and a wide smile.
Kylie and Brie exchange knowing looks… and smile.
“You knew???” Chan admits a part of her secret.
“Knew what?” the stranger impassively inquires hoping the captive snow leopard would confirm the rumors.
Chan remains silent not sure if she should commit to letting these coeds into her personal world of pleasure… and pain. Classified. Confidential. Top Secret.
Kylie decides to take a gamble and ask the professor is she owns any BDSM equipment, “Where do you keep your stash of…”
“Kush!!!” Brie comically interrupts.
Chan blinks a few times wondering if these two are really that just a bunch of potheads.
Kylie turns to Brie and puts a finger to her lips then turns back to the bound Asian, “We know you have an inexhaustible supply of cannabis, but is it true about the rumors, do you also have a secret collection of BDSM equipment?”
Chan was suddenly overwhelmed with a desire to have this sexy cat dominate her that a subtle glance over to her closet was all the proof Kylie needed.
Brie was still thinking of this “inexhaustible supply” of weed when her girlfriend briskly walked over to the closet. And…
“Oh my god, Brie! Come over here!”
Brie skipped over and the two girls leaned into the dark space.
Chan could hear them whispering and giggling. And giggling and whispering. Her heart began to beat so loud she thought her condominium might be the House of Usher. But it was no Fall, this House. She knew it would soon be a rising… Crescendo!
And it was no coincidence that the wind outside howled as the clouds continued to release heavy amounts of snow. Layers upon layers had built up on the windowsill almost obscuring the view of the campus. Almost.
Kylie had unzipped her hoodie and tossed it to the floor. Then she selected a few items, giving one to her girlfriend. They turned, holding the items behind their back.
Chan watched the two coeds approach with the most obscene smiles on their faces. Of course, she knew what was in her own closet!! But the anticipation of waiting for whatever toys they have was unbearable. And her will to submit was priceless!!!
At the top of the stairs, Brie turned right and walked down the hallway. It had an oriental rug that ran the length of the hallway but left the edges bare, exposing the dark wood flooring. Brie stayed on the carpet, but hoped her Coda boots didn’t leave any dirty stains from walking in the snow outside.
That concern quickly left her thoughts and she didn’t even consider why a very long oriental rug would even be found in condominiums for visiting staff as well as the several framed photographs, not pictures, that lined the walls. The only concern, the only desire on Brie’s mind was getting some weed. And. Licking. Pussy!!!
Now, where was Professor Zhou??
It was then she smelled the unmistakable scent of Bubba Kush, a strong indica strain. That is, not having a strong odor, but having the ability to provide one with a super baked result.
Her boots carried her past several doors until she found the open one. The one where someone was definitely smoking Kush. She peered in waiting like a l.i.t.t.l.e girl to be invited.
“Come on in, Gabriella,” Professor Zhou quietly requests of her student.
Brie walks in and accepts the lit joint and takes a small hit and passes it back. The professor sets it down on a tray and lights some incense. Then she sits down at her vanity table.
Looking in her mirror (not at herself, but her student), she slides her tortoiseshell hair pin out, letting her long dark hair cascade over her shoulders.
“That’s a cool hair pin,” Brie comments, eyeing the burning joint and secretly hoping to get another hit.
“It’s a type of Kanzashi. This one is specifically called a Kogai, or sword.”
“Yeah! I liked how you removed it by pulling on the ends to reveal two parts.”
The professor smiles in the mirror at her student as she picks up a comb (kushi) with the same design as the hair pin and brushes her long, straight hair. Almost like a marionette. Almost.
“Professor…”
“Please, call me Chan. We’ve been through this dance before.”
“Ah, yes. Can I…?” Brie points to the smoking joint.
“Yes, you may… do you have a nickname?”
Brie walks over and picks up the joint and takes a good toke before answering, “Pumpkin,” then she covers her mouth to cough.
“No, no,” Chan laughs, “Something for your first name, something…”
“Brie!” Brie excitedly remembers and adds (after taking another hit) “Do you want some more… Pro… Chan?”
“No, I prefer to be fully alive when I experience the touch of another woman.”
Brie takes another hit as the smoke invades the soft-lit room and begins to distort her vision. She swears her professor is fanning her pretty Asian face with some Japanese fan, or rather, sensu, a traditional folding fan.
“Fuck, I’m getting baked”, Brie thinks to herself and continues her inner dialogue as she stares over at Chan, “Will I be able to complete this transaction? And more importantly, can I perform cun…cunnil… cunnilingus stoned???”
Chan stares back (in the mirror) at her student who, with her orange hue hair, does look like a pumpkin. Round. And. Cute.
Then she stands up, setting her kushi next to the ornamental Kogai and turns, walking closer to her student.
A sudden gust of wind outside the window gave Brie a fright. Chan remained calm and observant.
“I’m curious why you chose this outfit?”
Brie blinked her eyes again and now it seemed her professor had a… wand? No, a crop! A leather riding crop. Used for… horses? Maybe. And what else???
She took another hit to give her more time to answer.
Chan really did have a leather crop. And she used it against her student’s thick body. Especially down the sides of her exposed round tummy. Brie giggled. The blue Lotus jewel jiggled.
“You should give me that before you get too high. Or are you already on top of Mount Fuji??” her Asian face placid and peaceful.
Brie obeyed handing the nearly consumed joint (just a super small stub now) over to her professor. Chan delicately held it between her thumb and index finger and put out the tiny flame with her… tongue!!!
(Fuck) thought Brie. She’s a cool equestrian from China. Or was it, France?
Brie was so stoned she wasn’t sure why she even thought of horses until…
SWAT!!!
“Ahhh!!” Brie yelled.
“I see you have consumed too much of my Bubba Kush already. It can leave one sleepy and relaxed. However, it will make you hungry. Are you hungry for my hairy pussy??”
“Yes, yes… Miss Chan!”
“That’s better,” the crop moves over the exposed contour of those large round breasts resting inside the leather bustier, “You chose this bustier,” the crop moves over her hips, “This… mini skirt,” the crop moves down near the floor, “And these boots, almost military looking, what are they called?”
“Coda boots,” Brie giggles.
SWAT!!!
The crop made a nice solid sound against Brie’s thick calves.
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Soon the sweet smell of marijuana reaches the dining room downstairs where Kylie sits.
She finishes her Jasmine tea, setting the empty cup with the saucer to complete the set. Of. Exquisite. Fine. China.
Expensive tastes, this Professor Zhou, Kylie thinks to herself. Then she silently makes her way up the stairs, slowly, inhaling the drifting smoke, wondering if she’s too late.
At the top of the stairs, directly in front of her is a bay window that looks Southward over the campus. Kylie walks closer and watches the strong gusts of wind swirl the falling snow. Already, it seems, maybe three or four inches have accumulated on the campus grounds.
Then she turns right and walks down the hallway, her Asics cross-training sneakers leaving soft impressions in the oriental rug. The subtle lighting reflected the fluorescent yellow designs on her shoes, especially the stylized cursive A brand logo.
Several framed pictures adorned the walls. She stopped at one on the left. It was a photograph. Wedding? Yes, the couple were kissing under a Chinese pavilion.
Kylie pivoted and on the framed photo on the right wall was the bride. She walked closer and recognized the dress the bride wore as a Cheongsam, or Qipao, the traditional Chinese wedding gown.
And there was a name printed in gold underneath: Lin.
Lin? Wasn’t the professor’s name Chan? Or was Brie confused (or high) when they had that conversation in the dorm maybe several weeks ago. Ah, whatever.
Further down the hall was a closed door. If they were smoking weed, Kylie reasoned she didn’t need to hurry, and decided to… turn the knob. It opened!
Bookcases lined the walls. Kylie noticed they all had French titles. Well, that made sense, Professor Zhou taught French literature. A small desk was in one corner by the window. The way the snow was falling suggested it was heavy. And. Wet.
Kylie sat at the desk and opened a drawer. A small book was inside. She lifted it out and saw that it had a clasp. Locked. A diary??
Being an expert cat thief, Kylie got up, closed the door, and returned to the desk, turning on the small lamp, and found an implement in another drawer to pick the lock.
Click!
The first few pages had short (very short) passages with dates at the top. Probably personal entries. Then she came across what could only be a manuscript. There was a title: Amour Interdit.
She pulled out her phone and typed in the words into a translator: Forbidden Love.
Hmmm…
She began to take pictures of the pages and use the app to translate them.
One excerpt read:
Her only sexual experience is masturbation.
I taught her how to do it, when we were 1.1 and 1.2 y.e.a.r.s o.l.d. And, almost every night, I would hear my sister sighing under the sheets, while I caressed myself at the same time.
Sometimes, after the orgasm, we shared our facial expressions.
In short, Lin is the ideal girl, the one that all parents dream of.
I would not say I am the opposite, but we are different and similar at the same time.
Kylie continued to read:
My resemblance to Lin is impressive, many people think we are twins, even though I am 1.3 months older than her.
You could say we are like Siamese Sisters.
When one is thirsty, the other offers her gourd, without any words having been exchanged.
So in everyone's eyes, I'm a bit like her.
I am a good student and I behave as I should for a 1.5-y.e.a.r-old girl.
But the reality is misleading.
As there is a Yin and a Yang, there is Lin and Chan.
Since I discovered, at a very y.o.u.n.g a.g.e, my homosexuality, I have embarked on the discovery of sex and pleasure between girls.
I am very organized and, under a smooth façade, I hide a very pronounced taste for sex and transgression.
Lin is the only one who knows my intimate life.
She knows that I sleep with this neighbor, ten years my elder, who is totally addicted to
me. I told her how I had seized her, "heated", until she opened her bed to me.
I also told her about my adventure with the female sailing instructor this summer, or my experiences with some other girlfriends.
Kylie stopped reading when she heard her girlfriend cry out. Then silence. She waited a few seconds before she decided Brie must have done something that required punishment. She was always being disobedient. Plus, this manuscript was getting very revealing. Meow
Why me?
Because I love you, my sister responds.
I love you too. But sex and love have nothing to do with it.
For me, it does.
I am confused but remain silent, thinking of the right thing to say.
Fortunately, I am saved by the gong, namely by mom who calls us. There are green beans to be dried.
Like a cat, Kylie curiously turns the page:
Our parents decided to go to Cap-Ferret earlier this year.
Lin and I are staying at home alone for two weeks, waiting for the endless school year to finish.
She skips a couple paragraphs and then:
The afternoon is heavy and hot. I take a nap, not really asleep, rather sleepy because of the heat. The room is fresh, because of the thick walls and the size of the room.
My hand is, as is often the case, between my thighs, but I am too indolent to give myself pleasure.
I feel Lin's presence. Then her body sticking to my back. I try to fall asleep.
"Teach me, big sister," she whispers.
“There are plenty of girls who would love to teach you. You just have to beat eyelashes,” I reply.
A long silence sets in.
I feel Lin's hand on my hip.
“I'm afraid. I only trust you," she says.
I realize that this is the truth. Lin is fearful, even if she doesn't show it too much. That is one of the major differences between us.
I think back to the kitten, perched on the roof of the school, that Sunday. I went up to look for it, leaning on each briquette of the wall. An ascent of eight meters, without any protection.
Lin would never have dared and she had nearly died of fear, on the verge of tears, when I went down with the little cat, to the applause of the girlfriends.
I turn around gently.
Lin's eyes shine in the chiaroscuro of the louvers.
I put my lips on hers and her mouth melts into mine.
Kylie closes the manuscript. Two words consume all her thoughts: Family Secrets.
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The Kush which usually gives Brie a supreme relaxed feeling was instead giving her a more anxious and apprehensive feeling. She wanted to answer that her choice of clothes had something to do with making her professor feel… submissive? But why did Professor Zhou have the riding crop? And where were the ponies? Or were they supposed to be unicorns jumping over rainbows??
“It seems you are… ah, rather stoned,” Chan accurately concluded as she walked around her student moving her hand over that big butt covered in faux leather, “And… nervous? What are you nervous about, Brie?”
“Nothing!” her stoned student blurted out.
Chan finished her little tour standing close to the tense young woman in a dominatrix outfit. Beads of perspiration forming on her upper lip and forehead. The irony was sublime.
Then she walked over to her vanity table and set the leather crop down.
“Are you capable of unzipping me without any complications?”
“Yes, Chan… Miss Chan!!”
“Good! Show me."
And the professor bent her head and pulled her hair away from her neck. In the mirror, her dark eyes studied the enthusiastic student as she hurried over to perform her given assignment.
Brie found the zipper at the top of the collar and it smoothly went down until the middle of the back when it became stuck. Chan waited impatiently a few seconds as her body swayed with several hard tugs to free it.
“That’s okay, pumpkin, go sit on my bed.”
“I’m sorry, Professor Chan,” Brie meekly apologized and walked toward the bed.
“Don’t be sorry, I enjoyed your hand pressing into my back as you tried your best. That’s all I ask of my students,” and Chan waited till Brie sat on the bed.
Then she reached behind her to (nimbly) finish unzipping the red satin Qipao dress and letting it fall to the floor. The golden dragons disappeared under the folds. Brie gasped at the incredible sight. Her face was usually up close and personal with her professor’s kitty during prior transactions to secure weed, but from this distance, this view, the Asian beauty was spellbinding.
Chan gracefully spun around in her floral underwear, the golden ankle bracelet catching the ceiling track lighting with their subtle LED bulbs. She daintily walked away from Brie, over to the ottoman in the center of the room and lifted one foot upon it.
“Now, my sweet little thing, dressed all in her tight leather Domme uniform, crawl over here, on your knees, and lick my pussy.”
Brie slid off the bed and inched (expeditiously) her way over the floor.
Chan, facing the opposite way, enjoyed the sounds her student’s knees, hands, and boots moving across her bedroom floor, as well as her heavy breathing from the strenuous (at least for those not fit) exercise.
And then…
And then imagining what Brie saw as she sat back on her legs looking up between her legs.
And then…
And then waiting for those thick little fingers to stretch her panties, exposing her fragrant womanhood.
And then…
And then moist warm breath, close, each exhale like a gentle breeze over her dense fur.
And then…
And then her student’s wet tongue making contact. Sending. Shivers.
Minutes passed and as the winter storm brewed outside, Chan was traversing the hot, dusty desert. The heat of lust inside her building up like a sand dune.
“Put two fingers in and continuing licking my hairy slit,” Chan instructed.
Brie obeyed.
More minutes passed.
And then…
Her student stopped.
“Why did you stop???”
“Tell me what you want?”
“Brie! I want you to continue!!”
“Use my proper name and tell me specifically.”
Chan recognized a little dominance from her cute chubby student and was secretly thrilled. Plus, she was so close to finding Nirvana that she complied without further thought.
“Gabriella, I want your hot tongue on my wet pussy!!!”
“And my fingers??”
“Yes, fuck me with your fingers!!! Do it!!! Lick me! Fuck me! Eat my pussy, Gabriella!!!”
Gabriella pulled the floral panties up and over the left ass cheek and placed both hands on her professor’s ass pressing her face between them and licking that dripping hairy forest. And speeding up her pace before inserting two fingers inside that slippery hole. And speeding up that rhythm before applying more oral skills.
Chan was visibly and audibly broadcasting her countdown to Nirvana when…
“I got it Brie!! You can stop!”
At first, Chan thought it was part of her dune experience searching for Nirvana in a dust storm, as the real winter storm outside dumped inches and inches of wet snow on the campus. The sun burning down from a blue cloudless sky. Her skin temperature rising. Sweat pouring down her body. The wind whipping tiny sand particles everywhere. Especially between her legs. The sensation of a wonderful stimulation of sand worms sliding insider her. And a lizard’s tongue tickling her garden with unfathomable ecstasy.
Nirvana was just around the corner when it all… vanished!
The professor, with a dignified manner, slowly lowers her foot from the ottoman and turns around before adjusting her floral panties.
“It seems we have an unannounced guest who likes to watch,” she purrs.
“And record…” the unannounced guest purrs back trying to hide her constantly expanding passionate emotions for the Asian woman.
Kylie had been surreptitiously observing the interplay between her girlfriend and her teacher from the open doorway. She began recording when Brie attempted to remove the Cheongsam and when the teacher completed the task and stepped out of the dress, her total beauty was so astonishing she almost had gasped giving herself away. Almost.
“And what do you propose to do with… this recording?” the professor takes a step closer.
“I think you’re smart enough to comprehend the implications,” Kylie counters as she slips her phone into the pocket of her hoodie.
“Let me see your face,” the professor takes another step toward her mysterious guest.
Kylie lowers her hoodie letting her equally long and black hair cascade down over her shoulders. She remains just inside the doorway as the mature woman walks closer.
“I love your dark tone it matches your hair… and eyes. Hispanic?”
“Yes,” Kylie answers, struggling with her composure as the sexy Asian steps even closer.
Close enough to kiss…
“Grab her arm, Brie!”
Brie had been shadowing her teacher and when she heard her girlfriend cry out, she reached for Chan’s right arm, pulling it hard behind her back.
Free of Chan’s kiss (and she really wanted to kiss her!) Kylie quickly removed her backpack and pulled out a few lengths of hemp rope. Short lengths. And tied the professor’s wrists.
“Let’s get her over to the bed,” and both girls held her arms and led her over to her bed.
Chan proceeded to sit down and then was told to move up and lie down on her pillow.
Next, she watched her unnamed captor use another length of hemp rope to tie her ankles.
Kylie took a few moments to study her captive feline: passive, quiet, serene and… aroused?
This made her next question rather rhetorical, but she had to hear it from the panther’s lips, “Most people in this situation, finding a stranger in their house and being tied up, practically naked, would be screaming and trying to break free of their bonds. But you are calm and quiet. And I think you actually find this thrilling. A secret fantasy of yours?”
“Yes,” Chan softly purrs with bright brown eyes and a wide smile.
Kylie and Brie exchange knowing looks… and smile.
“You knew???” Chan admits a part of her secret.
“Knew what?” the stranger impassively inquires hoping the captive snow leopard would confirm the rumors.
Chan remains silent not sure if she should commit to letting these coeds into her personal world of pleasure… and pain. Classified. Confidential. Top Secret.
Kylie decides to take a gamble and ask the professor is she owns any BDSM equipment, “Where do you keep your stash of…”
“Kush!!!” Brie comically interrupts.
Chan blinks a few times wondering if these two are really that just a bunch of potheads.
Kylie turns to Brie and puts a finger to her lips then turns back to the bound Asian, “We know you have an inexhaustible supply of cannabis, but is it true about the rumors, do you also have a secret collection of BDSM equipment?”
Chan was suddenly overwhelmed with a desire to have this sexy cat dominate her that a subtle glance over to her closet was all the proof Kylie needed.
Brie was still thinking of this “inexhaustible supply” of weed when her girlfriend briskly walked over to the closet. And…
“Oh my god, Brie! Come over here!”
Brie skipped over and the two girls leaned into the dark space.
Chan could hear them whispering and giggling. And giggling and whispering. Her heart began to beat so loud she thought her condominium might be the House of Usher. But it was no Fall, this House. She knew it would soon be a rising… Crescendo!
And it was no coincidence that the wind outside howled as the clouds continued to release heavy amounts of snow. Layers upon layers had built up on the windowsill almost obscuring the view of the campus. Almost.
Kylie had unzipped her hoodie and tossed it to the floor. Then she selected a few items, giving one to her girlfriend. They turned, holding the items behind their back.
Chan watched the two coeds approach with the most obscene smiles on their faces. Of course, she knew what was in her own closet!! But the anticipation of waiting for whatever toys they have was unbearable. And her will to submit was priceless!!!
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