Family Secrets: Part 25: Handel Recorder Sonatas
Part 25: Handel Recorder Sonatas
Brie continues to struggle in her professor’s bed. Kylie had (expertly) bound her wrists and ankles with restraints. She wishes to spy on her girlfriend shaving that thick hairy bush of Professor Zhou. This only makes her more wet. And the Hitachi wand taped to her abdomen continues to stimulate her clit. She tenses. Clenches her fists. Arches her back. Curls her toes. Her body experiences another euphoric wave of ecstasy.
But her cries of pleasure are… muffled.
By. The. Red. Rubber. Ball. Gag.
After fifteen (no, fifty) seconds, she lowers her body onto the mattress. Soaked. With her sweat. Her peachy ginger hair damp and tangled. And the bedsheet between her legs shows a (large) visible wet spot.
Then above the vibration of the sex toy, she hears laughter. Lifting her head, she peers past the doorway and sees two figures approaching from the carpeted hallway.
Yes, her girlfriend and next to her… Where’s Professor Zhou?
Her eyes adjust and locate the professor. On her hands and knees. Moving like a (Chinese) tiger.
They enter the room. Her girlfriend smiles holding a silver leash. That leads down to a black studded collar. Around her professor’s neck!
Brie cums at the sight of such perversity and dominating bondage Kylie has brought to her.
Kylie tugs on the silver chain and Chan stops.
“Stay here while I inspect your student,” Catwoman meows.
Chan obeys and sits back on her legs and rests her hands on her thighs.
Her eyes follow her Mistress as she walks with consummate confidence in her naked body. Over to her girlfriend. Tied. Down. And. Moaning.
She puts her hands on her narrow hips. And looks down on her chunky sex slave.
“Poor Pumpkin. What are you trying to say?”
And she reaches to unbuckle the gag. Brie waits till Kylie completely removes it from her mouth.
Then all the words she was preparing to say for the last two (or three) hours dissolved into one long (soft) sigh.
“Yes, let it out, my Pumpkin. Let it all out,” Kylie calmly states as she pets her damp head.
Then she lays a hand on her forehead, “You’re all sweaty, Pumpkin. Are you running a fever??”
Brie tries to speak, but is too exhausted. Language seems too complicated in her current condition.
“Come on, Baby, use your words,” Catwoman meows.
“Mistress?”
Catwoman turns her head, “Yes, Chan?”
“May I make a suggestion?”
“Please, Professor, enlighten me.”
“Perhaps if you… if you…” Chan hesitates then finds the courage to continue, “if you turn off the Hitachi.”
Catwoman turns and pretends to see the sex toy for the first time.
“Oh, it’s still vibrating! I thought those batteries wouldn’t last that long,” her laugh is also long. And. Wicked.
“Please,” a soft sound escapes Brie’s lips.
“Please? Please what?!!??” Catwoman demands.
“Please… Mistressssss…”
Catwoman watches the instrument of ultimate pleasure for a few more seconds (make that, minutes.) The big rubber bulbous head constantly shaking making her girlfriend’s clit red and (super) swollen.
Then her paw slowly reaches down.
Click!
“There, is that better, Pumpkin?”
Another low moan emanates from Brie.
Then a paw rips the duct tape off and Catwoman places the sex wand on the bedstand.
“What do you have to say?”
Brie has closed her eyes and turned her head to the side. Saliva trickles onto the pillow from her open mouth.
“Well, if you can’t thank your professor for reminding me to turn off the Hitachi, you can at least lick her.”
Brie doesn’t react.
“Pumpkin? Do you hear me?”
Brie slowly nods her head on the pillow.
“I’m going to release you, but you must follow my directions. Is that understood?”
Again, Brie nods.
Catwoman removes the left wrist and ankle restraints and walks around to the other side of the bed.
“Chan, my lovely pet, please sit on the Ottoman.”
Chan obeys. Silent. And. Patient. Secretly enjoying these two co-eds and their role play.
Now Catwoman removes the right wrist and ankle restraints.
Brie slowly sits up and tries to stretch. The taut hemp rope pulls on the small round weights. The small round weights pull on the clips. The clips pull on her puffy (AND SORE) nipples!!!
“AHHHHHHH!!!!”
“Hmm, it seems, Pumpkin, you forgot about those other… restraints,” and Catwoman tugs on the hemp for emphasis.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Oh, we must not forget about your other… parts.”
And Catwoman finds the thin hemp rope between her legs giving it a few good tugs. The scratchy fiber digs between the swollen labia and pulls on the anal ring. The same anal toy that has ten beads. And all ten beads are hidden inside that nice plump ass!!
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Catwoman imitates her sex slave and finishes with a wicked chuckle.
Chan reflexively squeezes her own ass enjoying the nice (large) white butt plug her Mistress gave her. (From her own collection, of course, meow.)
“Now get up and lick your professor!!”
Brie slides off the big bed and steadies herself, waiting for her strength to return, before taking her first steps.
Catwoman crosses her arms. And. Waits.
Chan spreads her legs on the Ottoman. And. Waits.
The winter wind rattles the windows. Impatient.
“Mistress? May I crawl over?”
“Yes, you may, Pumpkin.”
And Brie gets on her hands and knees. And moves across the wooden floor.
She reaches her destination and feasts her eyes on the smooth pubic mound. Just like hers!
Chan prepares herself, pressing two fingers into her soft vulva to open her flower.
Brie moves between her professor’s legs. Her face inches from the shaved petals and rich pink inner walls glistening with secretions. Her tongue extends… Chan holds her breath…
“Stop!!” Catwoman hisses.
“Utt??” Brie asks with her tongue sticking out.
“I said, STOP. And retract your silly tongue, Pumpkin.”
Brie does. And waits for further instructions.
Footsteps. Approaching. Closer. Closer.
Brie nervously swallows. Apprehension mixed with a longing to be punished fills her thoughts.
Kylie rests a hand on her thick body, “I do want you to lick your professor, Pumpkin,” she whispers in her ear, “but not her kitty.”
“Ok… Mistress. May I lick her anywhere else?”
“Yes, Pumpkin. Anywhere and everywhere except her shaved pussy.”
Brie begins with those inner thighs since her face is right there. Her tongue rolls up the sides and moves along toward the knee. Then she turns to the other thigh.
Chan watches with fascination. Her plump student. Perfectly following orders. Such a beta!
Brie kisses each knee and moves her mouth down the leg and around the ankle. Then she adjusts her body and licks the other lower leg.
Now she stops to catch her breath.
“Pumpkin, lay on your back,” Catwoman orders.
Brie turns over and looks up at Chan. Stoic Chan. Peaceful Chan. Her irresistible French teacher.
“Chan, place your feet on her boobs,” Catwoman orders.
Chan obeys.
She lifts her slightly cold feet and gently lowers them onto those big orbs.
“How does that feel, Pumpkin?”
“Good, Mistress. Soothing on my sore nipples.”
“Chan, my sweet pet, apply some pressure.”
Chan shifts her weight on the Ottoman and presses down. She can feel the nipple clips and ball weights dig into her feet.
Brie lets out a cry.
“And how does that feel, Pumpkin?”
“Ahhhhhh, it hurts, Misssstressss…!!!”
“Good!!! You’re both easy to manipulate and control,” Catwoman emits a wicked cackle.
And for added confirmation, Catwoman moves closer to Chan and flicks the plastic clothespins. Both the red pins around her left areola and the blue pins around the right one.
Chan reacts with a nice, high-pitched gasp for each flick of Catwoman’s paws.
Brie continues to complain with the added pressure.
Her Mistress looks down on her with disgust, “My dear Pumpkin, will you stop crying if I tell Chan to remove her feet?”
“Yes, Mistress!!!”
Catwoman taps each leg and Chan lifts her feet.
“Now, you must lick them.”
Chan moves her right foot over Brie’s mouth. Brie faithfully complies and lifts her head to begin licking. Her tongue roams over the bottom, pressing into the fleshy parts and sliding over the arch to the heel.
Chan flexes her ankle and Brie takes a few toes inside her mouth. She closes her eyes enjoying the sensation.
Catwoman can’t resist pulling on the taut hemp rope. Brie gasps with pain but doesn’t stop sucking her professor’s toes. Her nipples are so numb now she doesn’t care what Catwoman does to them. And the hemp fibers irritate her vaginal lining till she cums with pleasure.
“My, we do love getting kinky, don’t we, Pumpkin?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
“Then let’s do it again with her left foot!”
And Chan brings her left foot into view above her chunky student. Brie dutifully responds with her wet tongue. Licking and cleaning her professor’s foot.
And Catwoman again plays with the hemp rope. Pulling and tugging on those poor nipples. Stretching and elongating them beyond their normal size and shape.
Brie gags with pain as she sucks on the big toe.
Catwoman focuses her attention between those thick thighs and strategically pulls on the hemp rope. She watches the swollen labia shift with each tug. The fibrous hemp rubs that poor pussy until another orgasmic scream is released.
“Bravo!” Catwoman applauds.
A brief moment of rest follows. They listen to the howling winter wind. Cold. And. Yet. Comforting.
They open their eyes as Catwoman speaks, “Now, you two, up on the bed and help each other with those clips, ropes and clothespins.”
The two women happily jump up on the large bed and begin to remove their bondage items.
Catwoman searches the professor’s drawers and finds her lingerie. She selects a nice lime green panty dotted with small pink hearts.
The other two pause to watch her step into the sexy underwear and give the waistband a few good tugs for the proper fit.
She pats her kitty with satisfaction and feels their hungry eyes. When she looks over to the bed, Chan is kissing her student’s tender nipples. Brie sighs with relief as her hands (expertly) massage her professor’s breasts, softly kneading the red marks.
Catwoman locates another silk kimono and ties it around her slim body. A dark emerald green like the school colors. With a pattern of yellow Lotus flowers.
“Chan, my dear, choose some music.”
“Alexa, play Handel recorder sonatas.”
Written in the Baroque Era, 1724-26, these sonatas featured recorder and accompanied by harpsicord. Wooden flute-like sounds of the sonata in A minor filled the room with the warm chords of the string piano.
Catwoman busied herself with rearranging some furniture. A small desk was moved away from the wall and placed near the bed. She pushed a chair across the wooden floor to join it. The seat was cushioned with fine upholstery and the back had a lattice pattern for ventilation and support.
“Brie, you can remove Chan’s collar as well,” Kylie instructed, then left the room.
Almost 20 minutes had passed when she returned and sat down at the table and opened the manuscript. From Chan’s personal diary.
“What do you have there?” Brie asks.
“I found this manuscript in the downstairs library when we first arrived yesterday. Chan has written a personal diary, a detailed account about growing up with her sister, Lin, and the secret pleasures they shared. It’s all in French, so I took some pictures and used my translator app on my phone.”
Both Brie and Chan sat in the large bed, holding hands, listening.
The next sonata in C major begins as Kylie taps her phone screen and starts from where Chan had left off in the bathroom:
And suddenly, in a long cry of pleasure, she shapes herself like a bow, lifting her buttocks from the bed.
Then she relaxes and falls back almost inert.
I am panicked and I rush to take her in my arms. She squeezes me hard, her body shaken with sobs.
I want to cry, too. What a failure! I who believed that everything was going well...
“Lin, my heart... I'm sorry.... Please forgive me.”
She laughs in the middle of a sob and can't answer.
“But no... everything is fine, Chan darling. It was... Awesome! I have no words... It was so strong, so good!”
She huddled tenderly in my arms. I kiss her shoulder.
Her breathing is softer, more soothed.
She falls asleep.
Kylie pauses to watch the two women kiss. Like two lovers. Like two sisters…
I don't sleep but I take pleasure in staying like this, entwined with Lin.
After an hour, she moves and turns around to me.
“I'll try. Do you want to?”
I don't have time to ask what she wants to try. She's already moving over my body with her lips.
She makes the same path on my skin that I had walked on hers.
Brie moves over Chan. Her lips brush a breast… a navel… her wet tongue explores it… then her lips brush over a stomach… they stop over a smooth pubic mound… soft kisses…
Chan sighs…
My fruit is already trickling when she takes possession of it with her mouth.
I savor the slightest sensation without fear of enjoying too much or making noise.
I abandon myself, let myself go, noisily to the caress of this mouth that eats my sex.
I recognize, at one point, the identical gesture I made a few moments before.
A tender copy-and-paste that leads me to paradise.
We remake love, again and… again.
Kylie pauses to watch.
Brie’s large body hides Chan from view. But the sounds are unmistakable: the soft purring of two cats.
The red curly hair moves as Brie moves her face. Up and down. Between her lover’s thighs. Chan closes her eyes and lets the music, the words, the hot mouth take her to that paradise. Again… and again.
Brie licks with a true purpose. To taste that delicacy only her professor has to give. Her tongue pushes deeper between the shaved vulva. She lifts her legs, crossing her ankles, tasting that sweetness and listening to Chan meow.
Kylie resumes reading:
I feel a breath of pride when I insert my index finger into her vagina. No one has ever penetrated my little sister. I will forever be the first to have visited her.
And she likes it. She undulates, holds and hugs me when my fingers come and go in her vagina.
She returns the favor, using her fingers. I enjoy her touch.
Then we start again at the same time. She cried on my shoulder at the moment when the orgasm grabbed us both.
In the garden there is a stone basin. Dad had filled it up two days ago.
The water is fresh and, both of us naked, we spend the rest of the afternoon there, entwined and hidden from view.
“You see, I did well to insist, right?” Lin asks.
“Yes, you did,” I reply.
But... How to resume a normal life when you have tasted the forbidden fruit?
Kylie stops speaking, but the current Handel sonata in G minor continues. The fourth movement. Presto. Quick, light notes run up and down the scale as the harpsicord follows along.
Much like the tongue of Brie and the sighs of Chan…
Meow
Brie continues to struggle in her professor’s bed. Kylie had (expertly) bound her wrists and ankles with restraints. She wishes to spy on her girlfriend shaving that thick hairy bush of Professor Zhou. This only makes her more wet. And the Hitachi wand taped to her abdomen continues to stimulate her clit. She tenses. Clenches her fists. Arches her back. Curls her toes. Her body experiences another euphoric wave of ecstasy.
But her cries of pleasure are… muffled.
By. The. Red. Rubber. Ball. Gag.
After fifteen (no, fifty) seconds, she lowers her body onto the mattress. Soaked. With her sweat. Her peachy ginger hair damp and tangled. And the bedsheet between her legs shows a (large) visible wet spot.
Then above the vibration of the sex toy, she hears laughter. Lifting her head, she peers past the doorway and sees two figures approaching from the carpeted hallway.
Yes, her girlfriend and next to her… Where’s Professor Zhou?
Her eyes adjust and locate the professor. On her hands and knees. Moving like a (Chinese) tiger.
They enter the room. Her girlfriend smiles holding a silver leash. That leads down to a black studded collar. Around her professor’s neck!
Brie cums at the sight of such perversity and dominating bondage Kylie has brought to her.
Kylie tugs on the silver chain and Chan stops.
“Stay here while I inspect your student,” Catwoman meows.
Chan obeys and sits back on her legs and rests her hands on her thighs.
Her eyes follow her Mistress as she walks with consummate confidence in her naked body. Over to her girlfriend. Tied. Down. And. Moaning.
She puts her hands on her narrow hips. And looks down on her chunky sex slave.
“Poor Pumpkin. What are you trying to say?”
And she reaches to unbuckle the gag. Brie waits till Kylie completely removes it from her mouth.
Then all the words she was preparing to say for the last two (or three) hours dissolved into one long (soft) sigh.
“Yes, let it out, my Pumpkin. Let it all out,” Kylie calmly states as she pets her damp head.
Then she lays a hand on her forehead, “You’re all sweaty, Pumpkin. Are you running a fever??”
Brie tries to speak, but is too exhausted. Language seems too complicated in her current condition.
“Come on, Baby, use your words,” Catwoman meows.
“Mistress?”
Catwoman turns her head, “Yes, Chan?”
“May I make a suggestion?”
“Please, Professor, enlighten me.”
“Perhaps if you… if you…” Chan hesitates then finds the courage to continue, “if you turn off the Hitachi.”
Catwoman turns and pretends to see the sex toy for the first time.
“Oh, it’s still vibrating! I thought those batteries wouldn’t last that long,” her laugh is also long. And. Wicked.
“Please,” a soft sound escapes Brie’s lips.
“Please? Please what?!!??” Catwoman demands.
“Please… Mistressssss…”
Catwoman watches the instrument of ultimate pleasure for a few more seconds (make that, minutes.) The big rubber bulbous head constantly shaking making her girlfriend’s clit red and (super) swollen.
Then her paw slowly reaches down.
Click!
“There, is that better, Pumpkin?”
Another low moan emanates from Brie.
Then a paw rips the duct tape off and Catwoman places the sex wand on the bedstand.
“What do you have to say?”
Brie has closed her eyes and turned her head to the side. Saliva trickles onto the pillow from her open mouth.
“Well, if you can’t thank your professor for reminding me to turn off the Hitachi, you can at least lick her.”
Brie doesn’t react.
“Pumpkin? Do you hear me?”
Brie slowly nods her head on the pillow.
“I’m going to release you, but you must follow my directions. Is that understood?”
Again, Brie nods.
Catwoman removes the left wrist and ankle restraints and walks around to the other side of the bed.
“Chan, my lovely pet, please sit on the Ottoman.”
Chan obeys. Silent. And. Patient. Secretly enjoying these two co-eds and their role play.
Now Catwoman removes the right wrist and ankle restraints.
Brie slowly sits up and tries to stretch. The taut hemp rope pulls on the small round weights. The small round weights pull on the clips. The clips pull on her puffy (AND SORE) nipples!!!
“AHHHHHHH!!!!”
“Hmm, it seems, Pumpkin, you forgot about those other… restraints,” and Catwoman tugs on the hemp for emphasis.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Oh, we must not forget about your other… parts.”
And Catwoman finds the thin hemp rope between her legs giving it a few good tugs. The scratchy fiber digs between the swollen labia and pulls on the anal ring. The same anal toy that has ten beads. And all ten beads are hidden inside that nice plump ass!!
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Catwoman imitates her sex slave and finishes with a wicked chuckle.
Chan reflexively squeezes her own ass enjoying the nice (large) white butt plug her Mistress gave her. (From her own collection, of course, meow.)
“Now get up and lick your professor!!”
Brie slides off the big bed and steadies herself, waiting for her strength to return, before taking her first steps.
Catwoman crosses her arms. And. Waits.
Chan spreads her legs on the Ottoman. And. Waits.
The winter wind rattles the windows. Impatient.
“Mistress? May I crawl over?”
“Yes, you may, Pumpkin.”
And Brie gets on her hands and knees. And moves across the wooden floor.
She reaches her destination and feasts her eyes on the smooth pubic mound. Just like hers!
Chan prepares herself, pressing two fingers into her soft vulva to open her flower.
Brie moves between her professor’s legs. Her face inches from the shaved petals and rich pink inner walls glistening with secretions. Her tongue extends… Chan holds her breath…
“Stop!!” Catwoman hisses.
“Utt??” Brie asks with her tongue sticking out.
“I said, STOP. And retract your silly tongue, Pumpkin.”
Brie does. And waits for further instructions.
Footsteps. Approaching. Closer. Closer.
Brie nervously swallows. Apprehension mixed with a longing to be punished fills her thoughts.
Kylie rests a hand on her thick body, “I do want you to lick your professor, Pumpkin,” she whispers in her ear, “but not her kitty.”
“Ok… Mistress. May I lick her anywhere else?”
“Yes, Pumpkin. Anywhere and everywhere except her shaved pussy.”
Brie begins with those inner thighs since her face is right there. Her tongue rolls up the sides and moves along toward the knee. Then she turns to the other thigh.
Chan watches with fascination. Her plump student. Perfectly following orders. Such a beta!
Brie kisses each knee and moves her mouth down the leg and around the ankle. Then she adjusts her body and licks the other lower leg.
Now she stops to catch her breath.
“Pumpkin, lay on your back,” Catwoman orders.
Brie turns over and looks up at Chan. Stoic Chan. Peaceful Chan. Her irresistible French teacher.
“Chan, place your feet on her boobs,” Catwoman orders.
Chan obeys.
She lifts her slightly cold feet and gently lowers them onto those big orbs.
“How does that feel, Pumpkin?”
“Good, Mistress. Soothing on my sore nipples.”
“Chan, my sweet pet, apply some pressure.”
Chan shifts her weight on the Ottoman and presses down. She can feel the nipple clips and ball weights dig into her feet.
Brie lets out a cry.
“And how does that feel, Pumpkin?”
“Ahhhhhh, it hurts, Misssstressss…!!!”
“Good!!! You’re both easy to manipulate and control,” Catwoman emits a wicked cackle.
And for added confirmation, Catwoman moves closer to Chan and flicks the plastic clothespins. Both the red pins around her left areola and the blue pins around the right one.
Chan reacts with a nice, high-pitched gasp for each flick of Catwoman’s paws.
Brie continues to complain with the added pressure.
Her Mistress looks down on her with disgust, “My dear Pumpkin, will you stop crying if I tell Chan to remove her feet?”
“Yes, Mistress!!!”
Catwoman taps each leg and Chan lifts her feet.
“Now, you must lick them.”
Chan moves her right foot over Brie’s mouth. Brie faithfully complies and lifts her head to begin licking. Her tongue roams over the bottom, pressing into the fleshy parts and sliding over the arch to the heel.
Chan flexes her ankle and Brie takes a few toes inside her mouth. She closes her eyes enjoying the sensation.
Catwoman can’t resist pulling on the taut hemp rope. Brie gasps with pain but doesn’t stop sucking her professor’s toes. Her nipples are so numb now she doesn’t care what Catwoman does to them. And the hemp fibers irritate her vaginal lining till she cums with pleasure.
“My, we do love getting kinky, don’t we, Pumpkin?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
“Then let’s do it again with her left foot!”
And Chan brings her left foot into view above her chunky student. Brie dutifully responds with her wet tongue. Licking and cleaning her professor’s foot.
And Catwoman again plays with the hemp rope. Pulling and tugging on those poor nipples. Stretching and elongating them beyond their normal size and shape.
Brie gags with pain as she sucks on the big toe.
Catwoman focuses her attention between those thick thighs and strategically pulls on the hemp rope. She watches the swollen labia shift with each tug. The fibrous hemp rubs that poor pussy until another orgasmic scream is released.
“Bravo!” Catwoman applauds.
A brief moment of rest follows. They listen to the howling winter wind. Cold. And. Yet. Comforting.
They open their eyes as Catwoman speaks, “Now, you two, up on the bed and help each other with those clips, ropes and clothespins.”
The two women happily jump up on the large bed and begin to remove their bondage items.
Catwoman searches the professor’s drawers and finds her lingerie. She selects a nice lime green panty dotted with small pink hearts.
The other two pause to watch her step into the sexy underwear and give the waistband a few good tugs for the proper fit.
She pats her kitty with satisfaction and feels their hungry eyes. When she looks over to the bed, Chan is kissing her student’s tender nipples. Brie sighs with relief as her hands (expertly) massage her professor’s breasts, softly kneading the red marks.
Catwoman locates another silk kimono and ties it around her slim body. A dark emerald green like the school colors. With a pattern of yellow Lotus flowers.
“Chan, my dear, choose some music.”
“Alexa, play Handel recorder sonatas.”
Written in the Baroque Era, 1724-26, these sonatas featured recorder and accompanied by harpsicord. Wooden flute-like sounds of the sonata in A minor filled the room with the warm chords of the string piano.
Catwoman busied herself with rearranging some furniture. A small desk was moved away from the wall and placed near the bed. She pushed a chair across the wooden floor to join it. The seat was cushioned with fine upholstery and the back had a lattice pattern for ventilation and support.
“Brie, you can remove Chan’s collar as well,” Kylie instructed, then left the room.
Almost 20 minutes had passed when she returned and sat down at the table and opened the manuscript. From Chan’s personal diary.
“What do you have there?” Brie asks.
“I found this manuscript in the downstairs library when we first arrived yesterday. Chan has written a personal diary, a detailed account about growing up with her sister, Lin, and the secret pleasures they shared. It’s all in French, so I took some pictures and used my translator app on my phone.”
Both Brie and Chan sat in the large bed, holding hands, listening.
The next sonata in C major begins as Kylie taps her phone screen and starts from where Chan had left off in the bathroom:
And suddenly, in a long cry of pleasure, she shapes herself like a bow, lifting her buttocks from the bed.
Then she relaxes and falls back almost inert.
I am panicked and I rush to take her in my arms. She squeezes me hard, her body shaken with sobs.
I want to cry, too. What a failure! I who believed that everything was going well...
“Lin, my heart... I'm sorry.... Please forgive me.”
She laughs in the middle of a sob and can't answer.
“But no... everything is fine, Chan darling. It was... Awesome! I have no words... It was so strong, so good!”
She huddled tenderly in my arms. I kiss her shoulder.
Her breathing is softer, more soothed.
She falls asleep.
Kylie pauses to watch the two women kiss. Like two lovers. Like two sisters…
I don't sleep but I take pleasure in staying like this, entwined with Lin.
After an hour, she moves and turns around to me.
“I'll try. Do you want to?”
I don't have time to ask what she wants to try. She's already moving over my body with her lips.
She makes the same path on my skin that I had walked on hers.
Brie moves over Chan. Her lips brush a breast… a navel… her wet tongue explores it… then her lips brush over a stomach… they stop over a smooth pubic mound… soft kisses…
Chan sighs…
My fruit is already trickling when she takes possession of it with her mouth.
I savor the slightest sensation without fear of enjoying too much or making noise.
I abandon myself, let myself go, noisily to the caress of this mouth that eats my sex.
I recognize, at one point, the identical gesture I made a few moments before.
A tender copy-and-paste that leads me to paradise.
We remake love, again and… again.
Kylie pauses to watch.
Brie’s large body hides Chan from view. But the sounds are unmistakable: the soft purring of two cats.
The red curly hair moves as Brie moves her face. Up and down. Between her lover’s thighs. Chan closes her eyes and lets the music, the words, the hot mouth take her to that paradise. Again… and again.
Brie licks with a true purpose. To taste that delicacy only her professor has to give. Her tongue pushes deeper between the shaved vulva. She lifts her legs, crossing her ankles, tasting that sweetness and listening to Chan meow.
Kylie resumes reading:
I feel a breath of pride when I insert my index finger into her vagina. No one has ever penetrated my little sister. I will forever be the first to have visited her.
And she likes it. She undulates, holds and hugs me when my fingers come and go in her vagina.
She returns the favor, using her fingers. I enjoy her touch.
Then we start again at the same time. She cried on my shoulder at the moment when the orgasm grabbed us both.
In the garden there is a stone basin. Dad had filled it up two days ago.
The water is fresh and, both of us naked, we spend the rest of the afternoon there, entwined and hidden from view.
“You see, I did well to insist, right?” Lin asks.
“Yes, you did,” I reply.
But... How to resume a normal life when you have tasted the forbidden fruit?
Kylie stops speaking, but the current Handel sonata in G minor continues. The fourth movement. Presto. Quick, light notes run up and down the scale as the harpsicord follows along.
Much like the tongue of Brie and the sighs of Chan…
Meow
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