0 comments/ 41986 views/ 6 favorites Kitten Ch. 01 By: MasterofManyFaces Chapter 1: Kitten's Shower Kitten had been busy today, making sure that her beloved Mistress's home was clean, and that her duties were taken care of. It had taken her some time, but she had finished all of her chores. When she looked at the clock, she saw that Mistress would be home soon. She decided to go take a shower so she'd be nice and clean for Mistress when she got home. As Kitten moved through the house one last time to double check her work, her dark eyes roaming the many wonderful things her Mistress owned, she thought back to how she had ended up with her beloved Mistress, seven months earlier. Kitten had been alone then, wandering the streets with no home to call her own, having just found out she was pregnant. Then she had seen the woman who would become her Mistress. Mistress Kessa had seen the submissive spirit that lay within Kittens heart, and knew what would happen to it out on the street. She had taken Kitten in, given her a home, a purpose, and most importantly, a future for her unborn child. There was no question that from that day forth, Kitten would be deeply devoted to her new Mistress. Kitten loved the shower. It had a removable shower wand that she could use to rinse even the hard to reach spots. It also had a massage setting that helped her relax nicely and that felt really good when applied to certain areas. Kitten turned on the water to let it heat up, and then turned to light a few lavender scented candles. Kitten loved the scent of lavender because it helped her relax. She then went back to the shower, seeing that the water had gotten warm enough, and stepped inside. Kitten purred as the warm water flowed over her smooth, pale skin. Little rivulets flowed down around her breasts, over the swell of her big, pregnant belly, and down further to her perfectly smooth shaven pussy, where it flowed off her clit in a stream, making her purrr even more. Kitten stroked her belly softly and cooed a gentle lullaby to her baby within, the precious little girl she had already named Sapphire. Kitten then leaned her head back, to wet the long, raven locks that flowed down her back to just above the rounded cheeks of her ass. Then she quickly scrubbed her face, blinking her dark, haunting eyes to clear the water from them. Kitten then took a loofa and some liquid soap scented of strawberries and began to lather herself up. Kitten's hands gently worked the loofa over her breasts, taking her time with the rounded peaks, massaging them slowly. She had already begun to lactate so when she softly squeezed her breasts, little droplets of milk would form at the tips of her nipples. She would start using a breast pump soon, but not just yet. For now, her Mistress could drink what she produced. Kitten knew that Mistress Kessa loved to drink her milk, and once had asked why. Mistress had said that Kitten's milk was another way to express how everything about her body, mind, and soul belonged to her Mistress. By drinking it, Mistress Kessa took a bit of Kittens physical essence into Herself, cementing her ownership. As she thought of her Mistress's lips on her nipples, Kitten began to tease them till they stood fully erect like a pair of large, ripe cherries. Her hands roamed lower with the loofa, lovingly washing her big belly, once more imagining that her Mistress was kissing and stroking it. Kitten purrrred and softly arched her back at the thought. She loved when her Mistress gave her tummy rubs. But there was one place Kitten liked to have rubbed even more and her hands brought the loofa there next. The feel of the soft loofa on her pussy lips made Kitten squirm and moan gently. She spent much longer than needed rubbing the soap over her smooth folds, purring and moaning as she gave pleasure to herself. Then she took the shower wand down, quickly rinsing off the soap before turning on the massager, bringing it between her legs. The pulses of warm water against her clit made Kitten moan louder and she had to hold onto the rail to keep from losing her balance as the pleasure built even higher. She stroked the massager over her sex, moaning deeply, feeling an orgasm building. She continued to tease her pussy with the massager, moaning even louder. "Oh Mistress, Your kitten is so close, she feels so hot, so good. She's going to cum soon. Mistress, your kitten wants to cum for you. She's cumming, CUMMING! MISTRESS KESSA!! AAAH!!" Crying out as her orgasm rocked her body, Kitten slowly slid down to the floor of the shower, unable to hold herself up anymore. Her breath came in short gasps as her body continued to shake with the aftershocks of her intense orgasm. While Kitten was still catching her breath, she felt the shower wand being taken from her hand and the water being turned off. Blinking with surprise, Kitten looked up to see her Mistress above her, smiling. "Mistress, Kitten didn't hear you come in." "Of course not, my precious kitten. You were to busy moaning to hear me. I wondered what you were up to, and I must say that I am very glad I came to see. You look so lovely when you cum." Mistress Kessa gazed lovingly into Kittens eyes as She spoke, letting Herself get lost in their dark depths. She loved how stormy they appeared after Kitten came, and She felt that she could catch glimpses of secret desires and lusts that She longed to explore. Kitten blushed and smiled, carefully standing up. "Kitten wanted to be clean for you when you got home Mistress." "How very thoughtful of you, kitten. You don't mind if I inspect you to make sure you didn't miss anywhere, do you?" "Of course not, Mistress. Kitten is yours to do with as you wish." To be continued... Kitten Ch. 01 This story is definitely not for fans of "slam, bang, thank you ma'am." Fans of incest will also have to wait for that. Sibling incest is only alluded to in this chapter, why it is listed under "lesbian sex." In a Swiss finishing school, the French sister seduces the American girl, then wanting her to accept and share in what she does with her brother. In the second and third chapters there will be plenty of that. The story is from the perspective of the young American girl, sometime long before internet. There is a longer sequel with her, which will be submitted soon. Of course, all are over eighteen. ***** Catherine was lying in bed in her room in the Swiss finishing school her parents had agreed to let her attend - "agreed" with each other because they were divorced, why Catherine had gone to a small girls' prep school. They had thought that she wasn't yet ready for college, even though she had been accepted by the two of "seven sister" colleges she had applied to. She had accepted her parent's decision, appreciating their idea that she could perfect her school French and do even better in college. Actually, she had been delighted when her father had told her and told that he would pay for a trip to Europe with her mother. He was well-off, inherited money. In the school in Switzerland, she had a single room and had enjoyed the first weeks, pleased that her French was better than that of some of the other girls for whom it was also their second language, also pleased that she had quickly found a good girlfriend, a French girl who corrected her grammar and pronunciation without being superior. She had been warned that the French often could be, pretending not to understand a foreigner's trying to speak their language. Marie-Louise, "Marlie", wasn't like that. Catherine was lying in her bed. Her hand was where it often was, also often had been in prep school. That had hardly been a secret among the classmates she knew better. It wasn't doing anything yet, just comfortably there on her pee-jays between her thighs. Suddenly it struck her, the connection between her word for where it was and her father's nickname for her, "Kitten." He had always used it. Not always, but as long as she could remember, then remembering that her mother never had, always calling her "Cathy" or using her full name if she was serious about something. She held it, just held it, wondering why that had never occurred to her before, then recalling that her dad had stopped using "Kitten" when her mother was around. Had he made that connection? She blushed in her bed. Had he realized that he could be referring to where her hand was, thinking about her - his daughter - that way?! He almost always used his nickname when she had visited him after the separation. Had her mother avoided using it, because she had always realized that it could be a suggestive nickname for a girl? Had she just now made the connection because Marlie had told her the French word for it: "chatte", the same euphemism - cat, kitten, pussy? Catherine's fingers moved, alternating pressure on the lips of her chatte, kitten, pussy. She blushed even more deeply at the sensations. Had she been trying to forget that she had felt them that afternoon? Too late, how could she have? It hadn't been her fingers there. She moaned softly, not so much from what her fingers were doing as from the recollection of feeling Marlie's fingers, and they hadn't been on her pee-jays, like hers were, on her panties, but only at first. How had she let her do that?! Her hand slid up and back inside her bottom. How had she let her do that? And then it wasn't just Marlie's fingers there! She had let her do that too! And she then had!! With her fingers and then like Marlie had!! And kissing her and kissing her nipples too, not just kissing them! It had felt so good when Marlie had licked and sucked hers. Catherine's other hand slid up inside her top and held her breast, squeezing her aroused nipple between her fingers. They had both really done that?! They had, and then done it again, both of them. Was it sixty-nine when two girls did that? Oooh! Sixty-nine with a boy, his ... in her mouth?! She couldn't use a word for it, knew a couple, but had never seen one, let alone, touched one. But she had with Marlie, if that was also sixty-nine, been shocked, but had let it happen, let her do it, but then she had wanted to, too! And been shocked again, that she did, but what Marlie had done had been so good, so much better than what her fingers were trying to do, than what they had done in the past. Maybe, she hoped, it would be better now, knowing that it could be. How had Marlie talked her into it all? Oh, they had been talking about clothes a couple of days before, Marlie's saying that she would like to try on one of her polo shirts with the little alligator, and they had joked about how they would fit her, since she was a little smaller. After lunch, they had gone to Catherine's room. She had been surprised when Marlie had immediately taken off her blouse, before she had could hand her one of her shirts, and was more surprised that Marlie wasn't wearing a bra. Back at prep school, all girls wore one, even those who hardly needed one, but then one that let it look like they had more. Marlie had just shrugged. Her darker nipples stuck out, but there wasn't as much behind them as Catherine had, who had instinctively drawn her shoulders back, thrusting out her breasts. As Marlie pulled on the polo shirt, she had murmured in French: "I know, yours are bigger. I don't need a bra, think it's cheating to wear one that suggests more than there is." "Still nice," Catherine had heard herself reply, then remarked: "All girls in the States wear one, even if they don't need to." Marlie had pulled down the shirt and rubbed her hands down over her breasts. Catherine had seen that her nipples still stuck out, wondering if she had ever seen girls' in the States show through their bra and blouse or sweater. She had also suddenly felt her nipples pop out. Marlie rubbed her hands down again, glancing down at the little bumps, and said: "You don't need to wear one here, unless the head mistress says something. She hasn't about me." Catherine had been surprised that she had taken that as an invitation, a challenge to show her own breasts. Sure, she had seen her classmates naked after sports, those with bigger and smaller breasts, bigger and smaller nipples, pale to almost tan ones, and they had seen hers. When she had started to unbutton her blouse, Marlie had said: "Here, you try it on without your bra," and began to pull the shirt up. Catherine had thought nothing about it, taking off her blouse and then her bra, even when they both were bare breasted. She had pulled the shirt down, glancing down, pleased that her breasts were bigger than Marlie's, her nipples just slightly evident, until Marlie had smiled and slid her hands down over them. They had then popped out, very evident bulges, and Catherine had been terribly surprised, blushing at feeling someone's else hands on her breasts, arousing her nipples. Marlie had smiled again and repeated that Catherine didn't have to wear a bra, but then her hands had slid back up, under her breasts, her thumbs and fingers cupped up under them. Catherine had been shocked; Marlie wasn't just talking about whether or not she had to wear a bra, she was holding her her breasts, squeezing them slightly! What was she doing, Catherine had thought, but it felt good, and then Marlie's fingers had rubbed up over her aroused nipples. Her thighs had twitched, and she had seen that Marlie's bare nipples were also aroused. Marlie's fingers had rubbed her nipples again. What was going on, Catherine had wondered, vaguely thinking that she shouldn't be letting Marlie touch her that way, but feeling her own fingers twitching, their wanting to touch Marlie's stiff nipples. Was that what Marlie wanted? Her fingers were rubbing over her nipples, now all of them, rippling over her nipples. Catherine's thighs had twitched again. Tentatively, her hands had touched Marlie's sides. She had nodded, and her fingers had caught Catherine's stiff nipples between them. Whatever was going on, she had thought, Marlie's nipples must want - had - to be aroused the same way, and her fingers wanted to feel them. Marlie had moaned in response, her fingers making Catherine moan, then one and the other of her hands was sliding down and back up under her shirt. Catherine had moaned again, appreciating now better what her own fingers were doing on Marlie's bare nipples. When they both moaned, their eyes meeting, Marlie had leaned forward, tilting her head, licking her lips. In a reflex, Catherine had licked hers, hardly realizing that she was returning the suggestion that they kiss; she had only kissed a couple of boys. Marlie had moaned again, and her hands had shoved Catherine's shirt up passed her breasts, then drawing her closer, her stiff nipples touching the backs of Catherine's hands, as her lips found Catherine's. Her first kiss, she had thought, and with another girl - and then! Marlie's tongue had been between her lips, moving on hers! French kissing? Not just lips, like with those boys. Did girls do that together? All of them in France, she had asked herself, but her tongue had then been just as eager. It had been so good, so arousing. When her hands had left Marlie's breasts and slid around to embrace her, feeling their breasts squashed together, she had thought that all girls - not just French ones - should kiss like that, then wondering, when Marlie had moaned loader and sucked her tongue, if she had been thinking that only a French girl would want to kiss her like that. It couldn't be the first time Marlie had kissed a girl, wanting it to be as good for her as she was finding it to be - and arousing, their hips rocking up together. Anything she wanted, she had been thinking. But she had been surprised, when Marlie's hands had slid down, holding her ass, clasping their hips together, rocking hers up again, more arousing, suddenly aware that she was all moist down there. She had never felt that before, except when her hand had been there. Marlie's hands had then found the waistband of her skirt. What did she want to do? Then her hands had slid up, finding her breasts again, loosing their embrace, and her tongue had left her mouth, and Marlie had stooped down, her mouth sliding down from her chin, down her neck and down further, her hand raising her breast, and then her lips finding her aroused nipple. She wanted to do that? Catherine had asked herself, but only for a moment; she wanted her to! Better than what her fingers had been doing, making her moan. If French girls did that, she had thought, she knew why, and wanted to, too. It would be so nice to lick and suck and nibble one of Marlie's nipples! She could really nibble on her larger nipples. And she must want her to, if she knew how good it was feeling for her. She moaned and murmured: "I want to, too:" Marlie had immediately let her, standing up as Catherine stooped down. It couldn't have been better than she had anticipated, she had thought, licking and nibbling and sucking Marlie's nipple, just wondering a little about her delight at arousing another girl, but then was surprised again that Marlie's hands had slid down and were fumbling at the back of her skirt, finding the zipper and the hooks at the waistband. She had asked herself what else Marlie could have in mind, by then, however, too aroused to question whatever she did, even when Marlie had murmured: "Mine too." Now in her bed, rubbing her pussy, Catherine wondered what she had done, that she had done what she had. Her hands had been just as eager to loose Marlie's skirt, who had waited to let them both drop down at the same time. When they did, Marlie had grasped Catherine's ass and drawn them closer, urging her to stand up again. They had kissed again, their hips pressed together, as they shuffled out of their loafers and stepped out of their skirts. Catherine had followed Marlie's lead, too aroused to question anything Marlie did, even when her hands grasped her ass, and she grasped hers in response. Just for a moment, it occurred to her that girls always held their hips apart, the few she had embraced, not kissing, but she and Marlie were, and she wanted to feel their hips - their pelvises - pressed together, locked together by their hands, and rocking, rubbing. Were they both moaning from the same arousing sensation she was feeling between her thighs, she had wondered. She had thought that Marlie couldn't surprise her again, but she did. She had slid her hand around from her ass and pressed her hips back, and her hand had slid between them, her fingers sliding down between her thighs, right on her ..., right on her "chatte." Catherine hadn't known if she should be chagrined or pleased that she had remembered the word Marlie had taught her when they had been in adjacent shower stalls. But her hips rocked up, her "chatte" couldn't help but want to feel what Marlie's fingers were doing, and they obviously knew what they were doing. Catherine had moaned, then recognizing that Marlie's fingers knew what her own "chatte" would want to feel - but now not her own - now wanting Catherine's to enjoy it, her fingers wanted to enjoy rubbing hers?! Had Marlie's fingers been on another girl's aroused "cat"? She had moaned and thrust her tongue in Marlie's mouth. She had sucked and caressed it with hers, and then released it and murmured: "I want to; all French girls do it." "All French girls do what, Catherine had asked herself, unable to deny that she wanted Marlie to do whatever she had meant. Marlie had murmured that she should lie down on her bed. She had, where she was now lying with her own fingers trying to do what Marlie's had done. Was that what all French girls did? To themselves, of course, like she and her friends in school had done, even though they all had to go to church on Sunday and the morning assembly was still called "chapel," even though only the head mistress read a Bible verse. But had Marlie meant that all French girls did what she was doing, doing it to each other?! Marlie's had joined her on her on her bed, her fingers immediately back where they had been, rubbing on her panties, then creeping under them. When Catherine's hips had twitched, and Marlie had grasped the elastic of her panties, she had raised her hips and let her jerk them down past her hips, not hesitating to let her slide them off her legs. Marlie's fingers had then been back on her, rubbing as knowingly as her own did, and then probing in her vagina. Catherine was pleased, a little proud, that she had deflowered herself, that Marlie's finger - just one - could do what it wanted in her tight opening. It did, at least as well as one of her own fingers could. She had been looking forward to Marlie's doing it that good, resigned then completely to whatever she wanted to do, but she was again surprised. Marlie had also been sucking her nipple, but then raised her head and murmured: "I want to." Before Catherine could imagine what else Marlie could want to do, she was kissing and licking down her body, raising her hips and moving around. Then her mouth had been on her pubic hair, and her finger had slipped out of her "pussy." Catherine admitted to herself that she had thought that word, suddenly realizing what - the only thing - Marlie could do with her mouth down there. She really wanted to do that, Catherine had asked herself. Was that what Marlie had really meant: "all French girls do it"?! Marlie did, her head down between Catherine's thighs, her hands grasping the base of her thighs. She had moaned: it felt too good to worry about whether she should be surprised, upset, or wondering that another girl wanted to lick her there. If it was that good, and Marlie wanted to do it, she must also really like to do it. Hadn't there been gossip about a couple of girls in prep school? They must also have known what was good - that good?! Marlie must also know how good it was; she must want it too - want her to do it to her?! It had been better than what Catherine's fingers were doing, and when her other hand slid over to pinch her other nipple, she remembered that she had then been holding her breasts with both hands. Yes, she had completely given herself up to enjoying what Marlie had been doing, too aroused, more aroused than ever before, just wanting it to be even more arousing, however that could be. And Marlie had been moaning almost as much as she had been; she had been enjoying it too. She had really wanted to do that to her; she must be expecting her to do it now. Did she want to - like all French girls - dare to? If Marlie had liked doing it, ...? She had! Catherine did a mental fast-forward, skipping over what had happened before she was moving down to lick Marlie's chatte, remembering that she had thought that her soft hair made the expressions chatte and pussy so appropriate, and then her face had been down between her thighs, smelling her musky odor. Her misgivings had been suddenly dispelled; she had wanted to lick and taste Marlie's pussy, wanted it to enjoy it as much as she had hers, recalling that when Marlie had turned around and kissed her again, she had said how much she loved to do it and had kissed her again with that strange flavor. She had then known why Marlie's kiss had tasted like that, it had tasted like her pussy did. She had moaned, liking it, and Marlie had moaned, and it had been so exciting - arousing - to discover with her tongue what her pussy was like. Her fingers in her own pussy could only try to make it feel as good as Marlie's tongue had, but they couldn't enjoy what her tongue had enjoyed in Marlie's bitter-sweet pussy, and then it had been just sweet, so juicy and sweet, and then Marlie had wanted to kiss her. That had been so good, embracing each other, naked skin, breasts and bodies, their thighs interlocked - so good! When Marlie had said that she wanted to - just had to - do it again, and turned around, she had then also wanted to just as much, and it had been even better, their both doing the same thing, licking the same places, knowing exactly what it was feeling for each other. Why couldn't her fingers make it feel that good? They made it feel better than they ever had before, but not by far that good. She rolled on her side, pressing her thighs together. She and Marlie had to do that again! Did improving her French include learning what all French girls did? She had heard that one gained a new, different character with the mastery of a new language. If wanting to kiss another girl and lick her chatte was part of her new, French character, she was delighted, "soixante-neuf." Then she remembered that she had heard that French girls were also said to do that with boys. If one wanted to do it to her, fine, but would she want to do it to him, however that would be? Maybe she didn't want to master French that much. Oh, her father's nickname for her, Kitten, another word for chatte or pussy. It sounded more affectionate, especially when he said it. If he connected it with that part of her, did he - could he - imagine wanting to do that to her, imagine wanting to do it at all? Had he with her mother? That was very hard for her to imagine, to even envision their having conceived her, but of course, they had. But did he want his Kitten's "kitten"? She fell asleep, rather liking the idea that he could. The next morning, when Catherine met Marlie, she smirked slightly with a nod and whispered: "That was good; I want to again," and Marlie nodded with a smile. They did, of course! When Catherine told Marlie that her nickname back home was "Kitten," she immediately made the connection, grinning and saying that she loved Catherine's kitten, and thereafter they both used it when talking about their pussies - often enough, whenever they could. She didn't tell Marlie that just her father used it and her thoughts about that. Kitten Ch. 01 Catherine's nickname in the school remained Cathy, however, but when girls said it, who had trouble pronouncing the "th" - including Marlie - it sounded like Catty. Catherine wondered if it occurred to others the possible connection to cat, chatte, pussy, her kitten - her father's kitten? In November, Marlie asked how she would be spending the Christmas break, telling that she had asked her parents if she could visit them in Paris. She had grinned and added that she would have to share her room, sleeping in her older sister's bed, who was married. Catherine wrote her parents - always two letters - and they agreed that that was a fine idea, liking that she had such a nice new girlfriend. Her father replied that at Easter, however, he would visit and take her skiing in the Alps. She thanked them both, another pair of letters, writing him that she was looking forward to being with him. But more immediately, she was looking forward to spending the Christmas break in Paris, and sharing Marlie's bedroom, then wondering - if all French girls did it - if her parents would assume that they would. She even asked Marlie about that, who just shrugged and replied: "And if they do? They agreed that you could visit, want to meet you. Don't worry about it. Hm-hmm! Don't worry your little kitten about it." They had then "worried," teased each other's kitten as long as they could, having learned to prolong their pleasure by taking turns arousing each other almost to the brink, until they couldn't stand it any more and sent each other over the brink to orgasm. A couple of days before the break, Marlie told her that her brother, who was doing his military service, could also be home for a few days. Marlie had then smiled and said that Catherine would like him, that he would like her, that she liked her brother. Catherine wondered for a moment about her having said that; of course a sister liked her brother, but with Marlie's chuckle after she had said that? They took the train to Paris. Marlie's parents met them, greeting Catherine with hugs. She had learned that the French did that, part of her new, French character, liking that it was better than her parents' handshakes, when she met one of them. When she and Marlie unpacked in her room, they both smirked, glancing at the two beds. She wondered if they were going to do it every night for the next two weeks, then remembered that Marlie would have her period, and then recalled what she had said about her brother, wondering why she had mentioned him that way: that she would like him; he, her; and that Marlie liked him. At dinner with her parents, she learned that he would only be able to come after Christmas, but then over New Year. Her parents complimented Catherine's French, and she thanked Marlie - using her full name, Marie-Louise, like her parents did - for helping her pronunciation and correcting her grammar, "and everything else," and that her parents had invited her to spend the holidays with them. When Marlie's father served cognac with coffee after dinner, Catherine was surprised, since her parents, when they were still together, had only occasionally drunk wine, and then neither of them anything alcoholic with her, but Marlie's parents just took it for granted that their young daughter and her friend would have a nightcap with them. Marlie had given her a glance, as though she were also a little surprised, or maybe that she understood that Catherine was. Her father had already served two bottles of wine with dinner, a white wine and then a red one. The girls went to bed, just glancing at both beds and then nodding at one. It had been a long day, and all the wine and then the cognac; they just talked. Sometimes before, they had also just talked - at first - lying together like that. Catherine said how nice it was to meet Marlie's parents, how nice they were. Marlie replied that she felt that her parents really liked Catherine, "like I do." Then she snickered and added: "Well, I hope neither of them like you like I do." Catherine chuckled and hugged her, and they fell asleep in each other's arms. Early in the morning, in the strange room, Catherine woke up, at first very surprised to be in bed with Marlie. A couple of times they had fallen asleep together in one or the other of their rooms, then just worried that it was too late for dinner or for their curfew, but never all night. Then she remembered that she was in Paris, in Marlie's parents' flat, in Marlie's room and - obviously - in her bed, lying on her back, Marlie's arm resting on her, her thigh resting on hers. Catherine knew how that was. Marlie's hand must have slipped down off her breast; it and her own hand always found a breast to hold when they lay like that. So nice, she thought, and for the next two weeks; they didn't have to do it every night - but maybe then the next morning, like now? But she had to go to the bathroom, her kitten did. How did little cats do it? Not in their basket or whatever, and hers shouldn't in bed. She was going to have to get up, disturb Marlie - Marie-Louise - she reminded herself to use her full name with her parents. She slipped out of bed, and went to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, she recognized that it must also be the one the brother used, suddenly realizing that she was naked, that she would have to return through the hall, where Marlie's parents could see her, also her brother, when he was there. What had Marlie's chuckle had suggested, when she had said that she also liked him? She wiped and stood up and looked in the cabinet behind the mirror. Yes, there was a razor and can of shaving soap. She flushed and hurried back to Marlie's bedroom. She was grinning and said that she also had to go and got up. She held her pussy lips together, shrugging, and hurried off. Catherine chuckled and lay down, moving over to leave space for Marlie to join her, waiting to hear her flush, wondering if her parents could also hear that they had both used the toilet, and then in close succession. Didn't that suggest that they hadn't be sleeping in separate beds? Marlie returned and crept into bed with her, chuckling, then murmuring: "I didn't wash either, but if you want to now?" They did, and did again evenings or/and mornings, until Marlie's period started, a couple of days before Christmas, but she still wanted to lick Catherine's kitten, who then promised that she would, when she had her period. Till then in school, they hadn't done that, helped by the constraints of school activities that precluded their getting together as often as they wanted. The evening before her brother would arrive, after Marlie had given her an orgasm, then lying together, Catherine moaned and thanked her, and then ventured to ask: "And your brother: you said I should like him, that he should like me, and ..., well, that you liked him. Of course, you must, but you didn't have to tell me that." Marlie hummed questioningly in the dark. Then she snorted softly and replied: "I guess I didn't have to, guess I did, though." "You did." "Hmm! Can't you imagine why?" "No, but have been wondering," Catherine replied. "Why you should like him?" "And why he should like me, ... and why you had to say that you like him." Marlie hummed again, then murmured: "We know what we like to do." Suddenly Catherine understood. She asked softly: "And he does too? You know that he does too?" Marlie nodded. "Oh," Catherine responded, very surprised by her girlfriend's admission, a little less surprised that it answered the suspicions she had had. She had already rationalized to herself, that if that was what they did, and no one knew, why shouldn't they? Why hadn't she had an older brother - even a younger one? But did Marlie do that to him - his ... in her mouth? Was that why she had thought her brother should like her, licking her pussy. Of course she would like him, if he did that, but should she also like him - he, her - because she wanted - liked - to do it to him? She had been silent with her thoughts too long. Marlie nodded again and hugged her and murmured: "Yes, he does, like we do." "And you do, with him, with his ...?" Marlie just nodded. Christine asked: "Really?!" Marlie nodded again, smiling slightly. Christine caught her breath, also nodding, then asked softly: "And you think I should want to, too? I mean, of course, I want him to, but ..., well, you think he would want me to, too?" "He likes it." "And you do too? Is that what all French girls do?" "Some, like me. Yes, I like it. Oh, it tastes funny, but lots of French cheeses also do, and oysters for some people, if that was what you were wondering about. Catherine's thoughts hadn't gone that far, just wondering what his ... would look like, how it would feel in her mouth. She had never thought about what happened when a man had an orgasm. Of course, she knew that something came out to make babies, but certainly had never, never thought of tasting it, but that was what Marlie was talking about! She had learned that some French cheeses were an acquired taste and had learned to like them. Of course, if she did that to him, that would happen. That hadn't occurred to her before, that his ... wouldn't just be in her mouth. But Marlie knew what would happen, and she had only said that it tasted funny. She really did that with her brother?! Did all French girls, who had a brother?! She had been silent for too long again; Marlie murmured: "You don't have to. If he wants to with you - he will, my period - I will, can tell him that you don't want to." "Just like that?! Does he know I'm here? Just assume that, well, a girlfriend of yours will want to do what you do, assume that she would know that you do? Does he know that we do, just assume that we would?" Oh? I hadn't thought about that. A lot of questions. I think he knows that you're here; that we do it, I don't know, maybe could assume so, if he knows other girls who do." "All French girls do, you told me," Catherine muttered. "Maybe not all of them, but some that I know." "Does he think that you do?" "Hmmm? If I do it with him, maybe he assumes that I do." "Is that all you do with him, ... you know?" Marlie just shook her head. Catherine caught her breath, then murmured: "Really?" Marlie nodded. "Oh!" Catherine murmured, digesting the fact that Marlie and her brother didn't just enjoy oral sex with each other. Then she murmured: "I'm going to be in the way. You just do it, whenever you can?" "Hmm? I guess so, now. We didn't do that at first, but then, well, when we both had with a friend, we didn't see any reason why we shouldn't, since we had been doing what we do for a while." "Hmmm? I am going to be in the way." "Not if he likes you ... " "And knows that I want to do it with him?" Catherine added. "Yes, I guess." "We're just going to tell him - you're just going to tell him?" "Hmmmm? I guess I'd have to. Oh, it would be a little funny; hadn't thought about that. Yes, if you don't want to, hadn't really thought about it all." "Just assumed that I would? I've never done anything but kiss a boy." "And me, but I really hadn't thought about it at all, hadn't assumed anything. Good thing we're talking about it." "It sure is! What happens? Well, I can see that you share the bathroom and that your parents' room is beyond his." Marlie chuckled with a nod and explained: "I use the bathroom and call goodnight, closing my door. Oh, it all started after our sister went to university in Lyon. Then he uses the bathroom, shuffling in his house slippers back to his room, kicking them off in it and closing the door, and then tiptoeing back here. About the same afterwards." "Hmm? Sounds like you do it all the time." "I guess we do now, not all the time, but since we do, why not?" "I guess so," Catherine murmured. "You and I do," Marlie replied. "Yes, but that's a little different." "Bothers you that Pierre and I do?" "A little, of course. Still don't know where I should be." "Hmmm? I don't either. Well, we don't have to, I guess, but if you wanted to ...?" "And he did with me?! You'd just watch?" "Or you would. Oh no! Then I guess we just wouldn't." "But if he wanted to, with you ... or me? Sounds like he would be expecting to, at least with you? "And if you just don't do what we do ...?" Marlie asked. "Then you could, like that, with him?!" "I can't, tomorrow and the day after." "You want me to, want him to - with me?!" "Oh, this is getting difficult! If you just wanted to let him do it to you, I could do it to him." "At the same time?!" "I guess that was what I was thinking." "Oh?!" Catherine had to digest that. Marlie was thinking that they could both do something with her brother. How? He licking her kitten, while Marlie was doing what she did to taste however it did - like those French cheeses?! Did she want to taste that too? Okay, she could envision sitting on his face - she and Marlie had done it like that a couple of times. It was real good, her pussy juice all in her mouth! Was that what Marlie suggesting? Catherine had again been silent too long with her thoughts. Marlie murmured: "Let's just see what happens. You don't have to do anything. Hmm? You can go to his room, if we do." "And he comes back and finds me sleeping in his bed?" Oh, that would be good! And then just the two of you would have to figure out what you want to do, no one watching." "You really want us to!" "Then I wouldn't have to know. Hm-hmm! You both could make up any kind a story you wanted. That could be funny: telling me that you didn't; that you did, every way you could. Mmmm! How good it was - even if you didn't do anything - his teasing me that it was better than what we had done. Well, that would be easy, since we couldn't have done much tomorrow night, but I bet he could make it sound like it had been real good with you." They both chuckled, and Catherine embraced Marlie, liking her suggestions: that the three of them didn't have to be together; that she could decide if she wanted to do something with Pierre, and what, how much, or nothing; and that they could tease Marlie. Marlie chuckled again and said: "But you'd have to be quiet; his room is next to our parents'. Hm-hm-hmm! But since I could only do it to him, he would be more likely then to want to do it to you, but if you did decide to do it to him, then there wouldn't be so much for you to have to taste." "You really want me to?" Catherine murmured again. "I guess I do, since I like it, but then - since I had already - it would be easier for him to accept that you didn't, at least, maybe not tomorrow night." "And, but, if he doesn't like me?" "With you already lying in his bed?" They chuckled again and eventually fell asleep. Before Catherine dozed off, it suddenly occurred to her that Marlie may have been planning - at least, anticipating - this since she had invited her to spend Christmas with her family. A few days later, she had offered that she could get Catherine the pill with her subscription, just suggesting that would make her periods more regular, that she wouldn't want to wish she had it the first time she needed it. Had she been really anticipating that she might with her brother? She had started taking the pill. Till then, she had never thought about sleeping with a boy. Oh she had, but always assuming it would be with someone she was madly in love with, maybe - just maybe - before they were engaged, but someone she thought she might could marry. She realized now that was a girlish thought. A very girlish thought, she thought now, but did she want to have her first time - whatever they did - with a boy, a young man, she hadn't yet met, whom she was going to meet the next day, and then that night ..., like they had been talking? Talking with Marlie, she had only been wondering about how it could happen, how much she wanted to do, not questioning whether she should or shouldn't. She fell asleep without pursuing that question. It happened like that. In the morning, Marlie didn't ask her anything, just telling Catherine that she would find a way to tell Pierre what they had agreed to. Catherine wasn't sure she had really agreed to anything, but acquiesced with nod, wondering about herself, wondering a lot more about what would happen. Pierre arrived late in the morning, looking nice in his uniform. When he stepped into the room, he greeted them all with a snappy salute, then embraced his parents and Marlie and then Catherine, not quite so affectionately but also with "bisou" on both cheeks. Apparently he had known she would be there, since he immediately greeted her with her full name, pronouncing the "th". What else did he know about her, she wondered, suddenly realizing that Marlie was going to have to tell him that she knew about their incestuous relationship, realizing that she had been avoiding thinking about it with that word. Or did he already know that she knew? He went to his room and changed. Did his smile mean anything, when he returned? At least, it was a smile. When, how was Marlie going to talk to him? Before and during a better dinner for the returned son, the conversation was general, of course: about his service, about the girls' school. After coffee and cognac, Marlie remarked that it was a nice day and suggested that the three of them take a walk. Her parents thought that was a nice idea, her mother agreeing: "Yes, you young people go out and get some fresh air." They got their coats and left the building. Catherine was a little surprised when Marlie immediately took her brother's hand, but he didn't seem to find it surprising, giving her a smile. They walked on, Marlie suggesting they go in the direction of park. Was she going to tell him - what? Catherine wondered, blushing slightly. Marlie said to her brother: "Nice to see you again." "You too, and nice to meet you," he replied, giving Catherine a smile. After a couple of steps, Marlie said softly: "Cathy knows about us, told her last night." "Cathy," he immediately corrected her pronunciation, a reflex, before he remarked in surprise: "Oh!" glancing at her with an embarrassed expression. She nodded, blushing again. He snorted, glancing back at his sister, then saying: "You didn't have to tell her that; we don't have to." "I wanted to. Uh, we do too," Marlie replied. "You do, like that?" he asked, glancing at Catherine, whose cheeks were very pink. She nodded again. He almost chuckled and said: "Well, if we do, I guess I can't be surprised or object to your enjoying yourselves." He glance back at his sister, then adding: "You didn't have to tell me that either." "I didn't think she did either," Catherine agreed, then very surprised when she heard herself add: "She wants to, why she told me." Marlie was also blushing, nodding, when he looked at her. She murmured: "I can't, really, tonight or tomorrow night." "Hmmm? You must have talked a lot last night," he replied, glancing back and forth at the girls. They both nodded. Suddenly he broke into laughter, and the girls also did. When they had caught their breath, he glanced back and forth at them again and asked: "What else did you talk about, if you talked about all that, and Marie-Louise thought she had to tell you that?" He was looking over at Catherine, who blushed again after having laughed. He kept looking at her. She murmured: "She thinks we should too." Her cheeks were even more flushed. He looked back at his sister, who was again also blushing. She nodded. He snorted again and asked: Kitten Ch. 01 "Both of you?" "I'm not sure, not sure at all," Catherine replied. "I'm not either," he replied softly, but then asked: "All three of us together?" "Ask Marie-Louise," Catherine replied. He looked at his sister. She shrugged with wry expression, still blushing, and said: "Why we talked so long. ... Then, well, I thought she could go to your room, and then, well, we wouldn't be all three together, and - like she said: 'not sure' - she could decide that then." He snickered and glanced at Catherine and asked: "Should I hold your hand too?" He did, and she squeezed his with a nod, then chuckling and remarking: "And we joked that we - you and I - could tell her anything we wanted, tease her." "Mmmm! That would serve her right for getting us into this. Hmm? Are you going to be lying in my bed, waiting for me?" "Oooh? I don't know. She thought so, but maybe I'll be curled up on a chair, rethinking it all." "While you're wondering what we're doing?" Marlie interjected with a grin. "You told me," Catherine replied. "You two talk too much! I hope not," he replied, clasping Catherine's hand. Hers clasped his, despite her still wondering if she really wanted all this to happen. They all chuckled, exchanging glances, Marlie looking past Pierre to smile and nod at Catherine. She shrugged with a wry smile, returning his clasp of her hand. They walked on, Catherine wondering if this was a French "menage à trois," suddenly wondering if Pierre always was naked, when he went to his sister's room, would be returning to his room naked and be expecting to find her already naked. Then she realized that they would see each other in the hall or at the door to Marlie's room. Then she thought of something more important, blushing again as she squeezed his hand and murmured: "I never have before, why I'm still not sure." "We don't have to," he replied quietly with an understanding nod, adding: "Just tease her." She squeezed his hand again, liking him a lot more, still not sure what she wanted to do, but admitting that she wanted to do something, at least wanted him to do something. Yes, she was going to be in his bed, naked; he wasn't going to ask her to do anything she didn't want to do. She clasped his hand again, and they exchanged smiles. On the way back, he said that they'd better think about something else and told about his basic training and the guys in it, that it had been interesting to meet recruits from much different backgrounds. Before they rounded the last corner, they all clasped hands again, smiling and nodding, and then released them. Somehow, they spent the rest of the afternoon and evening without exchanging expressions about how they knew what they were anticipating. That was easier, when the parents suggested that they all play Chinese checkers after supper, and they could concentrate on the game. After two games, the parents said that they were going to go to bed and said goodnight. The three of them played another game, then with promising smirks and less attention to their moves, joking a little more loudly about bad moves. When they finished the game and were putting it away, Marlie whispered to her brother that she had told Catherine their routine. He nodded and murmured: "Too much talk," with a grin. They turned off the lights and went to their rooms, saying goodnight, but smirking. When the girls had undressed, Catherine was a little disconcerted, that Marlie just got a fresh tampon and went naked to the bathroom. She put on her pajamas, which she had only worn to go to the bathroom, and joined her. Marlie was sitting on the the toilet, unselfconsciously changing tampons. While she washed her face and pussy, Catherine used the toilet, leaving her bottom down to wash herself. Of course, she thought, the two of them had done this before, but this time it seemed a lot different, knowing that it was in anticipation of each of them being in bed with her brother. Maybe Marlie felt that way a little too, she thought, when she saw her shrug slightly. They returned to their room and closed the door, then hearing Pierre open his less quietly than necessary. They waited, then hearing the toilet flush. Catherine asked softly: "What will he have on?" "Shorts, Marlie replied, then asking: "Afraid he would be already naked?" Catherine nodded, feeling that she was blushing in the dim light from Marlie's bedside lamp. They were then surprised, when he quietly opened their door, having expected he would return to his room to close his door first. He smiled, but Catherine was checking that he did have his shorts on. When she looked up, he was smiling at his sister and she saw that her nipples had popped out. She glanced back at his shorts, wondering if his ... was aroused. She couldn't tell, but saw his hands move to his elastic. Time to leave - and in a hurry - she thought and stepped towards the still open door. He whispered: "I'll close it. You close mine." She nodded, understanding that he could close it silently and that she shouldn't close his silently, and left the room. As she tiptoed to his room, she wondered about herself and what was going to happen, Pierre with Marlie, and then ... he with her?! She was pretty sure what they would do - doing something already? She closed his door and looked around. His bedside lamp showed that he had neatly turned down the covers. Was she really going to take off her pajamas and just get in bed and wait for him? Or sit on his desk chair in her pajamas with her legs drawn up - fetal position? That would look like she was too scared of what they might do. Was she, or wasn't she? Not scared, just uncertain. What were they doing? Did they embrace and kiss before Marlie did what she could with him? She really liked to? Was she already? When would he return? How long did that take? He couldn't find her just standing there, still waiting in her pajamas. He expected her to be in his bed. If she were in it, at least he wouldn't immediately see her naked. She took them off, then wonder what to do with them; drape then on the chair, so that he would immediately know that she was naked in his bed? She did, more for lack of anywhere else to leave them. Oh, this was like her thoughts before she went to sleep: she was going to be lying naked in bed with a man she had met only twelve hours before! She was in it already; she was going to be! Forget about whether she should or shouldn't be! She was! If he wanted to do what Marlie liked to do, that would be fine; she knew how that would be. But would he be expecting her to do something, do something with his ...? She didn't like the words she knew for it, then remembering the British expression "willie." Sounded harmless, his "willie." Would he want her to - would she?! - want to do anything with it? What would it look like? Maybe she wouldn't see it, but then it would be in bed with her - just "see" it with her hand. She could do that, she decided. Was that the sound of his father snoring? They wouldn't be able to talk, only whisper. He would know that. Marlie had said that he would want to do what she liked to do. Her thighs twitched together. Do it like she and Marlie usually did, then his "willie" would be right in front of her face! How big would it be? Not too big to fit in Marlie's kitten, but it wasn't as tight as hers. Was she thinking that they wanted to do that too? Once Marlie had had three fingers in her kitten. That had almost hurt - at first. She held three of her fingers with her other hand. Would it be bigger than that, just holding it with her hand, of course. She pulled her hand off the three fingers and looked at the empty hold in her fist. Shouldn't she move over to make space for him to join her? She did, and then wondered when he would join her, and wondered if he would have put his shorts back on. She wouldn't have to see now from where her head was, and afterwards - whatever they did - how was she going to return to Marlie's room? How long did it take for her to do that with him? Her eyes closed in the dim light. She didn't hear the door open or close, but then was suddenly wide awake, when he whispered: "Asleep?" and she felt the covers move. It was going to happen, whatever! He was slipping under the covers with her, his knees bumping hers, and then their drawn up forearms touching. "We don't have to do anything," he whispered. "But we're here," she heard herself whisper in reply, a little surprised. "Um-hmm, but we still don't have to." He snorted silently and added: "Tease her, make up a story." "Shhh, Too much talk; heard your 'papa' ..." She didn't know the French word for snoring, but using the French equal emphasis on both syllables of "papa." He nodded, rubbing the back of his hand on hers. She rubbed back, finding herself thinking that he as being too nice. Hadn't Marlie told him that she expected that he would want to lick her pussy? Why were they naked in bed together? Or did he have his shorts on? Much too nice! Was she going to have to tell him? Girls didn't do that! Weren't soldiers supposed to be forward with girls, well, even if their sister had just done that with them, but then finding a naked girl in their bed, like maybe in some film about the Foreign Legion? She rubbed the back of his hand again and whispered: "Not tease." His finger caught one of hers. She held it, a little relieved, revising her thoughts: he was just too polite, hoping she was right. Her knees twitched against his. When she realized that they had, she hoped that he had noticed. His finger held hers, and his hand turned, his other fingers grasping hers. She nodded with soft moan, drawing their hands to her breast. His fingers extended, touching her. Her hand slid away. What was she doing, inviting his hand to hold her breast? It did, and she moaned again, feeling her thighs clasp together, as his fingers found her aroused nipple. She didn't want him to think that she wanted to keep her thighs together, suggest that she didn't want him to do anything between them. She raised one, and his knee slid under it. She clasped it, and it moved. She let it. His thigh between hers! She moaned again, and his fingers aroused her nipple. Should she touch him, dare to touch his ... - his willie? The back of her fingers brushed his side. He nodded with a soft moan and squeezed her breasts; he wanted her to. Her hand slid down, and he nodded again. What would it be like? It would have to be stiff to do what it was supposed to. It wasn't, but nice and warm in her hand. Soft and squishy, she thought, her first willie. But it moved a little! He hummed softly and massaged her breast, and his willie wanted to be massaged, her fingers wanted to massage it. It wasn't so soft in her hand. What were they going to do? "What?" he whispered. "What she does - with me," she heard herself whisper in reply. He nodded. Was he going to turn around, like Marlie did, his stiffening willie in front of her face? He didn't, beginning to move down the bed. She had to let go of it, but relieved that it wouldn't be in front of her face, that he wasn't expecting her to do what Marlie had done. He crept down, leaving space for her to roll on her back and let him get between her legs, a man about to lick her kitten! She spread her knees up, hoping that he would like the taste of her already moist kitten as much as his sister did. He moaned as his tongue lapped up, and she moaned - he did! And his tongue knew what to do as well as his sister's did! Her hips rocked up, and she moaned louder. His tongue disappeared, and he whispered: "Pillow." She remembered that his parents were in the next room and drew his pillow from under her head and pulled it over her face, wondering if he and Marlie had also done it in his room. His mouth was back on her, nodding, and then his tongue was licking again. She tried to keep from moaning that loud again; his tongue felt so good. Then she had to moan louder under the pillow; his finger was probing, finding her opening. Her hips twitched involuntarily to help. It slipped in, and she moaned again. It was bigger and longer than one of Marlie's, but now she liked two of hers in her kitten. He licked and moved his fingers. Then she felt another one probing. She nodded vigorously with another moan and pinched her nipples. It forced itself in. Her kitten was so tight! She moaned, clasping the pillow to her face. His two fingers in her, larger than Marlie's and not as smooth - knuckles rubbing, and his finger tips wiggling, and his tongue licking where she was most sensitive! But she couldn't moan as strongly as she wanted to, trying not to, hoping the pillow muffled the sound. Was a man's doing it just better than a girl could? It was so good! That was good, that she didn't just like what another girl could do, as good as that was, but she loved that it was man's fingers and tongue doing that to her! Her hips twitched, wanting more, and getting it. Her eyes clenched tighter shut under the pillow, and her hands pressed it down on her mouth. It was so frustrating to have to suppress her moans, but that only seemed to increase the intensity of her arousal from what he was doing. Make me come, she willed, before I have to cry out. Her hips bucked up. His forearm slid over them, trying to hold them still, so that he could keep his mouth on her, his tongue and fingers doing everything they could to make her hips buck more. "Oh fuck!" she thought, a word she had only learned with great embarrassment, Her pussy wet his hand like it never had wet Marlie's. She couldn't suppress her stronger moan, almost biting the pillow, where her hand was pressing it to her mouth. The word she had thought echoed in her mind: were his bigger fingers like a ... - his willie. How would it feel in her? That hadn't occurred to her, when Marlie's smooth, slender fingers were arousing her, just that they felt better than her own. His fingers slipped out, and his tongue lapped up from below where they had been. When it touched her where she was most sensitive, a spasm shook her again. What was going to happen now, she wondered: was she supposed to thank him, she wanted to; it had been so good! He began to move up over her. Was he, was his willie as aroused as her kitten was, after she had made it as good as she could for Marlie? He was drawing the pillow off her face, and - oooh! - his mouth was on her nipple, sucking and licking. Did he want to arouse her again, more? Did he want to do more, the obvious, lying over her? That was how it was done - that word again! "Oooh!" she gasped softly; his willie was between her legs, not just between her legs - right on her kitten! It was so firm! How long was it now? Instinctively, her thighs drew up. How big was it, how much bigger than his fingers had been? Did she want to find out? Oh! Her hips were twitching up and down, rubbing her kitten on his stiff willie. "Willie" wasn't the right word for it like that, all right when it had been soft and sweet feeling in her hand. Now it was stiff and probing, one of those other words. "Uhnn!" It was probing right there, where it could fit - if it could?! He shook his head and released her nipple and rolled off her. Was she relieved or disappointed? "Just hold it," he whispered. She was relieved and disappointed, thinking: not tonight, but I want it; I really want it! Her hand found his "not-willie", so big and stiff! He urged her to move so that he could lie on his back. She moved back and onto her side, discovering that her hand could move its skin up and down, while she was changing position. That felt nice, good; was that what she was supposed to do? Her hand did, enjoying feeling it could move the skin on his stiff - what was she going to call it? It just felt like that was what her hand should do. It twitched, and he sighed with a soft moan; it was! Maybe "willie" was all right for it when it was like this too, better than those other words. What did the French call it? Her hand was moving on it. Then his hand clasped around hers, urging her to hold it tighter and move more vigorously. Hers did. He nodded with moan and let go of her hand and flung the covers aside. Was he going to come, getting the covers out of the way? What was that going to be like? That stuff that Marlie had said tasted like a funny cheese shooting out? And she had let it shoot in her mouth?! She wanted to see it! Her hand pumped. Did she want to taste it? His hips began to twitch - like hers had. Let me see it, she willed, squeezing and moving her hand as hard as she could. He gasped and suppressed a moan, and gasped again and grunted, and then in the dim light she saw it shoot out - all the way up on his chest! She moaned, and her thighs clamped together, as she saw it shoot out again and again - not so far. She was doing it, had done it! He gasped and held her hand still. Oooh! It was dribbling down on her thumb! Did she want to taste it? Now or never, she thought: just a little. When his hand relaxed, she slipped her from under it and licked her thumb. It didn't taste like any kind of cheese she had tasted, but not any worse than the couple she had first not liked. Yes, maybe she could let him do that in her mouth, if Marlie could and liked it. He moaned and reached over and rubbed her breast; that was what he had wanted, and she had done it, and tasted it! She was so pleased with herself! She rolled over on him, enjoying feeling the thick wet blobs between them. He drew her up on him. She grinned with hum and lowered her head and kissed him - better than she had ever kissed a boy before. When his tongue was in her mouth, caressing hers, she remembered with a hum that it had been caressing her kitten, wishing she could tell him how good it had all been. She slid back off him with her head on his shoulder, her arm still around him. They both nodded with soft hums. So much for worrying about having sex with someone she had just met, she thought cheerfully, then thinking: and there was so much more they could do! She had dozed off, when he rubbed her back. It took her a moment to remember where she was, much to her surprise, when she realized that she was lying with her arm and leg resting on him. Could that be so innately natural, she wondered, that she - any girl - could feel so familiarly comfortable to wake up lying with a man that way? He whispered: "You can't stay here. I'll open the door. You open the other one and go to the bathroom, and then close it." She nodded, understanding the subterfuge, that she had left Marlie's room to go to the bathroom. She nodded, then whispered: "I have to." "Hmm, me too, now," he replied. They chuckled softly and got up. When she picked up her pajamas, finding his shorts on the chair, he just shrugged, nodding towards the door. Since he didn't pick up his shorts, she shrugged with a slight smirk, and just held her pajamas, waiting for him to silently open the door. They left the room. She opened Marlie's, and they went in the bathroom together, he just shoving the door closed before he turned on the light. He nodded for her to use the toilet and sat down on the bidet. She didn't think she should watch him, but did, wondering if he and his sister saw each other that way. They must, she thought, if he took it so for granted that he did with her, understanding that he wouldn't be splashing in the toilet and that there would be only one flush. She saw him shake his willie, and then very self-consciously wiped her kitten, appreciating that he didn't look over at her. When they stood up, he reached out to embrace her. She embraced him, and they kissed, just lightly, she wondering about their familiarity in the bright light, that it seemed so natural to hold his naked body to hers. He whispered goodnight, and she did, and they left the bathroom. When she went in Marlie's room, he closed the door, a little louder than she had opened it. Only then did she remember that she should have washed her chest and stomach. Kitten Ch. 01 Marlie's bedside lamp was still on, but she was sleeping. Catherine turned it off and found the other bed, the first time they hadn't slept together. She lay down, finding it lonely to be alone in bed as she wondered about it all. She, the girl who had hardly really kissed a boy - much less another girl - had slept with another girl - done everything they could together - and now "slept" with her brother - not yet everything they could do together, but she wanted to. Everything? She would have let him. Would she want to do what his sister had done - his willie in her mouth, that taste? Would he - would they both - expect her to? It had seemed so big in her hand, not when he had been on the bidet and when they had embraced each other. But if Marlie liked that, if all French girls did - if they all did? - Pierre must really like it. Didn't she owe it to him for how good he had done it to her? She did, and didn't want him to think that she was the prudish American girl she had thought she was. She did want to do it. She fell asleep, wondering what it would feel like in her mouth with the mental image of how it had been in her hand, its head so full and round, and then shooting out like it had. Later in the night, she woke up from a dream. It had been in her mouth, she had felt that it was, but then it melted away, her tongue still trying to find it. Yes, she really wanted to, and wanted to feel how it felt when it did that, despite the taste. In her dream, she had been looking forward to that. Kitten Ch. 02 Later in the night, she woke up from a dream. It had been in her mouth, she had felt that it was, but then it melted away, her tongue still trying to find it. Yes, she really wanted to, and wanted to feel how it felt when it did that, despite the taste. In her dream, she had been looking forward to that. In the morning, Marlie referred immediately to the suggestion that her brother Pierre and Catherine could tell her whatever they wanted about being together in his room, after she had been with him, just sucking his cock, since she was having her period. She suggested: "Just tease me?" Catherine shook her head with a grin, replying: "Not like you did, and not all the way, if you were wondering, but I want to." "Mmmm? Both ways?" "I think so, now." "Oooh! That's good; I hope so. Just wish I could, tonight." "We almost did. I would have, but then he only wanted me to hold it. What's it called in French?" "Oh, lots of things, too many." "Hmm? Could have thought so, if French girls like it so much." "Don't American girls?" "Hmm? Probably, but they don't talk about it. And I don't think they - many of them - like it like you do." "You do?" "Not yet, but I think I want to." "I hope so. He will too." "I hope so, for me too." They grinned from their beds and got up. Catherine was again surprised at her so open admission that she wanted to have his willie in her mouth. Her tongue move, trying to remember how she had dreamt it would feel. They saw him on the way to breakfast, all smiling and smirking. Catherine liked that she had seen him before they were with his parents, wishing a little that she had licked her lips for him to see. He had arrived on Sunday. It was Monday morning, she considered; they were going to be together all week, with Marie-Louise, of course, but she still had her period. If he wanted to that evening, Marlie couldn't, but she could. She was a relieved that their parents greeted them with no indication that they could suspect how they had spend the night - better, suggesting that the three of them could visit famous churches, since museums were closed on Mondays: Notre Dame, of course, and Sainte-Chapelle on Île de France. She and the siblings were grateful for the suggestion, promising that they would. They did, dutifully, Pierre and Marie-Louise then appreciating what Catherine read in her English guide book. When Catherine asked about the Eiffel Tower, the siblings sneered slightly, but then admitted that they had never been up it. After a bistro lunch, they went there. When they saw tourist couples holding hands, they grinned, and Pierre clasped theirs. They all smirked. In the elevator, with only an American couple speaking English, they smirked again, and he kissed them in turn, first his sister. While he was kissing her, the couple grinned and also kissed, then were surprised when Pierre turned and kissed Catherine just as good. In response to the couple's surprised expressions, she smiled and said in her best American: "Paris. She is his sister." "Like that?!" the man replied. Pierre and Marlie smiled, nodding. The woman looked startled for a moment, then looked at her man and said: "I sure hope you don't kiss your sister like that." "Mmmm! Don't give me any ideas," he replied and drew her closer again. The three of them exchanged another kiss, chuckling. On the top platform, they enjoyed the view, his arms around the girls, then talking softly, Marlie starting: "You two didn't just want to tease me." "Cathy said: 'not tease'," he replied, holding her a little tighter. She nodded and replied: "Had to tell him something. He didn't." "Glad that you did say something; I was worried that you might not want to," he replied. "With her lying in your bed?" his sister replied. He snickered and remarked: "Couldn't know Cathy is like my sweet little, innocent sister." "I'm learning," Catherine replied: "with help from you both." They all snickered, and his hands around the girls' waists slid up and held their breasts. They both hummed in appreciation, and his fingers rubbed their nipples. Catherine hummed again and said: "I want to, tonight, everything we didn't," and felt him squeeze her breast. "Not before I do again," Marlie replied, adding: "but then I guess I'll have to let you." "You will!" he confirmed sharply, giving Catherine a smile and her breast another squeeze. When they turned to go back down again, they saw that another couple had been watching them. Pierre put his arms around the girls again and said in English: "Just trying not to disappoint the tourists to Paris," eliciting giggles from the girls and grins from the tourists. That evening at dinner, the parents reminded them that they were all going out for New Year's Eve, the next evening, a party in a hotel. Catherine thanked them for letting her celebrate with them. After dinner - a better family dinner in Paris lasted longer than the ones with Catherine's mother or at school - the mother suggested that they all go to bed and get a good night's sleep. Catherine didn't dare to glance at Marlie or Pierre, but did see their father nod with a smile at his wife. Did they want to do what the three of them did, she wondered. She and Marlie helped clear the table and clean up it in the kitchen, while Pierre and his father talked in the living room. The girls said goodnight and went to their room, only grinning with hums after the door was closed. While they were undressing, Marlie remarked: "This is being better than I imagined. You really want to - everything?" "I think so, if you do, if you like it." "I hope you do too." Catherine nodded, then was surprised at her response: "Still would be nice with you." "Mmmm! Yes, but with him here?" "Oh! I guess not." They were naked. Marlie said they should wear bathrobes to go to the bathroom, and they did. When they returned to the room, the light in the hall was off. Marlie closed the door so that her brother could hear, and they waited, naked again, sitting on their opened beds. They heard him shuffle down the hall and close the bathroom door. Catherine remembered that Marlie had insisted that she wanted to suck his willie first - while she just watched, and then ...? Would he expect her to do it to him again, just like that, immediately after his sister had? Could he want her to, twice in a row? Could a man? And Marlie would really just have to watch, watch her do that, and then - if they did, could he again, a third time?! - watch them do that too?! When she heard him draw the bathroom door to, not closing it, and heard him shuffle back to his room, she was a very uncertain about the whole thing. She heard him close his bedroom door. Marlie grinned at her. Were her nipples as aroused as hers were? They were; she had brushed her forearm over them, forcing a smile at Marlie, who hadn't. He opened the door silently and closed it before he looked at them, smiling. For a moment, it seemed like he didn't know what to say, but then chuckled softly and repeated what he had said on the Eiffel Tower: "Just trying not to disappoint the tourists to Paris." Catherine nodded with another forced smile. Marlie nodded with a smirk and murmured: "I'm not one, and you know what I want to do first. Then you cannot disappoint Cathy." "Cathy," he corrected her pronunciation, giving Catherine a smile, then murmuring: "Maybe not wait, if you let me do that again, while Marie-Louise does." Catherine started; he wanted to lick her kitten while his sister sucked his willie?! Marlie hummed with a grin and murmured: "Oh, that's a good idea!" and moved to kneel at the foot of her bed. Catherine's thighs twitched together, as she watched him lie down on his sister's bed, extending his legs on both sides of her, seeing that his willie wasn't yet aroused. She needed another word for it, when it was, occurred to her again, then thinking that they did this so often, that it wasn't yet; that he just came in her room and they started like this and then ... - when she didn't have her period? She saw Marlie smile at him, as her hand found his ... It wasn't so relaxed now. What had he suggested? Had they forgotten she was there from all their experience with each other, starting like this? Then he turned his head and beckoned for her to join them. Oh! How? At the same time, with her kitten on his face? He wanted her to straddle his head? Her thighs twitched again. He beckoned again, nodding with smile. She thought: if she and Marlie could do it to each other at the same time, yeah, of course, he could too. Marlie had already leaned down, holding his ... up. Jeez! She was licking it! Did she want to do that, and do what else Marlie was going to do, let him do in her mouth what he was going to do in hers?! He beckoned again. Her thighs clamped together. Oooh! Marlie already had her mouth down around his ...! If that's what they both wanted; Marlie had said that it was a good idea. She nodded with a deep moan and stood up. During the couple of steps to the other bed, it felt like her kitten might drip. When she knelt next to his shoulder, Marlie raised her head and looked up at her with a smile, licking her lips and nodding. His ... had really been in her mouth; it looked so big? His hand was guiding her other leg over him as though it had experience doing it this way. With his sister, with anyone else? His hands were drawing her hips down. Marlie licked her lips and nodded again. Was she thinking how it was going to be for Pierre to lick her kitten, recalling how much she liked to lick it? Could she see him do it? Oooh! His tongue was licking up her thigh; she had leaked a little. Marlie nodded again; she must be able to see. Catherine saw her lower her head again and watched his - what did she want to call it? - disappear in her mouth again, and heard him moan. Then his tongue was licking her kitten. She moaned, and he moaned - because he liked to lick and taste it, or because of what his sister was doing? What he was doing was so good! Her eyes almost closed as she moaned in response to his arousing her. This was too good to worry about it's being wicked. Then she was surprised to hear Marlie murmur: "You want to try, just a little?" Catherine's eyes opened and found her face, then recognizing that she was suggesting she should lean down and "try, just a little" - really put it in her mouth! Had the movement of his head been a nod of encouragement? If Marlie could, and "just a little," she could. Hadn't she said before that she wanted to? She dropped down over him. Marlie tilted it - what did she call it? - up to her mouth, open mouth. She lowered her head. It was in it, bigger than any hotdog weeny. It wasn't "weeny," a diminutive, suddenly occurred to her, but it was a lot more interesting, her tongue instinctively caressing it, making it twitch. Oh, she liked it, how it felt in her mouth and that she could make it twitch, and make him moan and lick her kitten again. How had it tasted when she had licked her finger? Not so strange that she wouldn't mind his shooting it in her mouth. But Marlie's hand was still holding him, she realized, when she heard her murmur: "I said 'just a little'," and felt her pull his whatever-she-called-it towards herself. Catherine reluctantly raised her head and murmured: "I'm going to." "Not before I do," Marlie replied and lowered her head. Pierre chuckled and murmured: "Sounds more like the 'tourists' don't want to disappoint me." The girls also chuckled. Catherine sat up and rocked her hips on his mouth, and then her eyes were half closed again, as she enjoyed the arousing sensations his tongue was giving her, so arousing that she forgot Marlie and what she was doing. Catherine was moaning and enjoying hearing that he was, that he was also enjoying what he was doing. But then he moaned more emphatically, and she felt his body move slightly. Why, she wondered. When it moved again, she opened her eyes, for an instant, very surprised to see Marlie crouched between his legs, her head bobbing over his crotch. Her surprise lasted only a moment, before it all came back to her in a rush: Marlie was sucking his ..., and his hips were rocking up - the motion she had felt - thrusting it in her mouth! Was he about to shoot it up in her mouth, that strange tasting white stuff, shoot it up in her throat like she had seen it shoot up on his chest?! It was so arousing to watch and imagine how that would be! Her tongue moved in her mouth, wanting to caress it again. So arousing, despite her awareness that his tongue had forgotten to arouse her; he was almost groaning under her kitten, as she watched his hips rock faster and harder. Marlie's hand was clutching his ..., preventing it from going too deep in her mouth, but she was moaning; she was also aroused - wanting it, wanting to feel it shoot like that?! He grunted - like he had, when she had made it shoot up on his chest. Had he in Marlie's mouth? She had moaned louder, and was moaning again each time his hips rocked up. Catherine saw her cheeks suck in. She really wanted him to, liked it, was aroused that he was! His hips stilled, and Marlie's head stilled, but he moaned again - and again. "Mon dieu!" she thought - her only French expletive - it had been so arousing to watch and envisage what she couldn't see, but knew had happened, that they had both wanted so much! Her hips twitched. She felt him nod with an "um-hmm," and then his tongue remembered to arouse her. "Mon dieu!" she thought again, she wanted it, her own orgasm; her kitten was so aroused from her just knowing he had had his. Before her eyes closed again, she saw Marlie raise her head and lick her lips, then glance up at her with a smile. Was she going to like it as much as Marlie did? She wanted to. Her eyes closed, and then he was doing more than he had before, everything she could want, at least as good as his sister did, even though he couldn't know, like she did, what it felt like for a girl. She was clutching her breasts and pinching and twisting her aroused nipples. Was his tongue bigger and longer than his sister's? It felt like it, when it thrust in her kitten - so wet kitten! - making moist noises, and he was moaning as much as she was; he loved the taste of her wet kitten! "Wet kitten?" Kittens didn't like to be wet, but hers did! Then his tongue was back where her kitten wanted to feel it most. She gasped and groaned, her fingers almost hurting her stiff nipples, as her hips twitched, so hard that his hands grasped them to keep his tongue where it wanted to be. "Oh, my God!" she exclaimed softly, forgetting her French, gasping and whimpering, as her orgasm overcame her. Then she collapsed down on him, unaware that her cheek was resting on his, ... , for which she didn't yet have an expression. Then Marlie stroked her hair and murmured: "That must have been good." When she nodded, she then was aware that her cheek was resting on it. She had to extend her legs after kneeling for so long and did. He nodded between her thighs and caressed the cheeks of her ass. She rubbed her cheek on it, feeling it roll under her cheek. Was it still aroused, or aroused again from his arousing her? Was she supposed to - did they expect her to - immediately turn her face and take in her mouth again? It had felt so nice in her mouth. If she was going to, she thought, and slid her head to the side and licked it. He hummed with another nod; he wanted her to. Marlie fondled her hair again and murmured: "If you want to." Catherine nodded, her tongue caressing, finding the groove below the head his cock. He nodded again, and his cock twitched. It wanted her to. She hummed; she did too. Marlie murmured: "Come here, where I am, better that way." Better for whom, Catherine asked herself, as Marlie sat up and clambered over his leg, kneeling on the floor. Catherine nodded and drew her legs back up and moved down between his legs, quickly turning to grasp his cock again - still without a name for it - hearing Marlie add: "Then you can lick it where he likes it best." It wasn't really stiff, but very full in her hand. She drew it closer and licked, her tongue discovering a funny little ridge of skin. He hummed, and it stiffened. Was that what Marlie had meant? She wanted it back in her mouth again. "Mmmm!" she hummed; it fit even better this way and was more interesting to caress with her tongue - delightful, making it surge in her mouth, all stiff again. No wonder Marlie liked to do it; she did too! Oooh! What was Marlie doing, her fingers between her thighs, finding their way between the lips of her kitten? She wanted just to enjoy what she had in her mouth. Didn't Marlie think he had done enough? But it felt good. She tried to forget that it did, enjoying sucking and licking and feeling it surge. It was so good to know that it was being so good for him, but it was impossible to forget what Marlie's fingers were doing, one, two probing in her kitten. What could she have in mind? Just frustrated that she couldn't have her own kitten aroused? Had it been, when she had been doing this for her brother? She could understand why - without Marlie's help! His stiff ... - whatever-she-was-going-to-call-it - felt so good in her mouth, but her kitten wanted it too, not just Marlie's fingers. "Uhn," they slipped out, and then her hand was on her ass, pushing her hips forward. What did she have in mind? "Do it, really do it," Marlie murmured, her hand pressing Catherine forward even harder. Like this, she asked herself, with her on top? That had never occurred to her before, but Marlie's hand was shoving her forward, and his hands had reached down and grasped her shoulders. They both wanted her to "really do it"? Her "first time" now, instead of her "first time" with her mouth? Their hands were insistent, Marlie's other hand urging her to move her knee over his leg. She had been looking forward to his letting her discover what that would be like, but they both wanted him to do that in her kitten. It did too, she admitted to herself, raising her head and letting them urge her to move up over him. As she straddle him, still very surprised that her "first time" was going to be with her on top, something she had never envisaged, she felt Marlie's hand reach between her thighs again. Why? Oooh! It was drawing his ... back and rubbing it on her kitten, between her kitten lips, finding her opening. Was it going to be big enough? It was probing in it - so big and stiff! "Uhnnn!" she moaned. It wasn't too big, but very big, but it slipped in. A ... in her kitten! She moaned and tentatively lowered her hips a little. It fit - and twitched. Her kitten wanted it, wanted it deeper in it, and his hips twitched. It was a little deeper. Her hips rocked down a little - even deeper! She moaned - not in pain - and felt it surge. Her kitten want it all the way in it. Her hips rocked down again. All the way, her hips down on his, and her kitten clutched it, and it surged, and they both moaned. "His ... in her! All the way! She wasn't a virgin! And it felt so good, for him too, moaning with her, both of them feeling it surge again and her kitten squeeze it. Should she kiss him? She did, not just a kiss, her tongue immediately thrusting in his mouth and seeking his tongue to caress, like it had caressed what was now in her kitten. His hands found her breasts, her stiff nipples between his fingers. She was kissing him like she had never kissed a boy in the States, and none there had kissed her like that or held her naked breasts, not to even think of one of them having his ... in her kitten! His hips rocked, moving it in her, and her kitten clutched it. She moaned, and it surged again, and he moaned. Instinctively, her hips also rocked, meeting his. They just had to, had to help it slide further in and out; they were ... - doing it! Why did it have to be that crude four-letter word?! But they were, and it felt so good! Oooh! His hands had slid down and were holding the cheeks of her ass, encouraging her hips to move! They were ..., admit it: they were "fucking!" If it felt so good, maybe that was the right word for it, just had seemed crude, before she had known how good it was. Kitten Ch. 02 His fingers right down behind her kitten. Did they want to feel his ... moving in and out? Oooh! Ooh-oooh! They were rubbing somewhere else, there! They wanted to, he wanted to?! Good thing that she had washed it, like she and Marlie always did, but she had only been wanting it to be clean, since Marlie's nose would be so close to it, but it felt good - arousing! Did he know that it did, did Marlie? They both must, if he wanted to do that to her. Oooh! She felt it twitch under his rubbing fingers when her kitten squeezed him. Yes, they were fucking, the only word for it: two naked bodies as intimately joined as they could be - "one flesh." The other expressions were just euphemisms. How did her hips know to move like that?! Was she fucking him?! She had always assumed that "he" did it. They both were, and both wanted it to happen, moaning together. Would she, could she feel him shoot it deep in her kitten? Their hips were slapping together, moving his cock as fast as they could in her clutching kitten, too fast for her feel his cock surging and twitching, but it was. He was gasping and groaning, and her moans between her own gasps were sounding more desperate, neither of them able to continue kissing. Then with a grunt his hips rocked up even harder. She knew he had come! Had she felt it spurt? She didn't know, too aware of her own orgasm, hearing the wet sound of their hips slapping together. Fuck! She collapsed on him, feeling her kitten clutch again and again and feeling the contractions under his fingers. His hands slid back and just held her ass, as their stomachs heaved against each other, both still gasping and moaning, then just moaning. It was a several long moments before she could think again: they had fucked, her first fuck, and she had fucked! And it had been so good! Poor girls whose first time wasn't. She extended her legs, and his ... slipped out. What was she going to call it, his ...? She lay on him, on her head down on his shoulder. Should she thank him? Thank a man for fucking her?! Wasn't he supposed to thank her - because she had let him fuck her? Oh, or because she had fucked him? Girls weren't supposed to do that - or were they? She raised her head and kissed him. He nodded and rubbed her ass, and the tips of their tongues met, just finding each other. Her hands hugged his shoulders, and her head dropped back down next to his again. Did she have to love him, she wondered, because they had done everything a couple a could? Oh, she loved that he had, but that wasn't the same thing. She had wanted it, pure sexual satisfaction? "Pure" wasn't the right word - undiluted sexual satisfaction! "Undiluted," "unadulterated"? Same meaning, but adulteration was something else. She had done something her upbringing said was wrong - but it had been so good! She chuckled at the thought: why it said it was wrong, because it was so good. Girls - and boys - shouldn't know that, but she did, and he did and Marlie did. Where was she? She had been watching them the whole time, watching her fucking her brother? What they did also wasn't adulteration but something else! If they wanted to, liked to? They did, and she knew why, and if they didn't, she wouldn't have known why. While she was assuaging her conscience about that, she heard Marlie whisper: "Must have been good. I hope so." "Um-hmm" he agreed, Catherine feeling the vibrations of his chest. She agreed, nodding her head and then raising it and looking over and seeing that Marlie was lying on the other bed. She nodded with a smile and then murmured: "But tomorrow night I'm going to, no matter how late it is in the new year." Pierre and Catherine nodded their agreement, then kissed again. He urged her to move off him and got up. Catherine lay there and watched Marlie get up and embrace him and their kiss. No, she thought, she didn't have any problems with what they did; it was too good to deny that they should enjoy it as much as she did. Pierre slipped silently out of the room. Catherine was surprised that Marlie didn't return to the other bed, slipping into bed with her and drawing the covers up over them. She put her arm around her and murmured: "Sorry about tomorrow night, but I just have to - after having had to watch you two." "Sorry, a little unfair - very unfair - but you wanted us to." "Um-hmm, but hadn't anticipated how it would have to be to watch. You can do anything you want afterwards, after having had to watch us." "Only fair," Catherine agreed, and they fell asleep. The next evening, when the girls were getting dressed for the New Year's eve party, when Catherine complained that she didn't have anything appropriate to wear, Marlie suggested that she wear something of hers, finding another more formal dress for her. It fit well enough, maybe just a little too well, since it fitted tighter around Catherine's bosom when Marlie zipped it up. Catherine had her misgivings, but Marlie just smiled and said that the dress was just right on her for New Year's eve. Apparently, Pierre and their father then also thought so, smiling when they saw her in Marlie's dress. They crowded into a cab to go to the hotel. The parents just smiled, when Pierre offered that Catherine should sit on his lap. They did not see, of course, that he rubbed her bottom with his hand next to the door. In the hotel, they greeted a few friends, also there with their children, introducing Catherine. One couple with two sons and daughter suggested that one of their sons sit at the table with them, then sitting between Marlie and her mother, Catherine sitting between Pierre and his father. After the first glass of wine, when he looked at her and whispered that the dress fit her better than Marie-Louise, she blushed. It was a long dinner, five courses, with both white and red wine. When coffee was served, the band played dance music. Catherine was surprised that the young people were avid jitterbuggers, much better than she was. During slower dancers, Pierre and his father and the other young man immediately held her closer than she had expected, but when she saw that they also held Marlie that close - including her father - she assumed that was how it was in France on New Year's eve, especially when she saw the other younger man dance as close with Marlie's mother. At midnight, she was dancing with Pierre. At the sound of the clock, she wasn't sure if they should kiss, but then saw all the other couples kissing. They kissed. Then they turned to the others. The other young man smiled and puckered up his lips. Marlie and Pierre had already turned to each other. If they were going to, she thought, and kissed him. When the siblings turned to their parents, all of them wishing each other a Happy New Year, she was surprised that they then also kissed on their lips, just lightly, but both siblings kissing both parents. Marlie's father then smiled at Catherine and wished her a Happy New Year and murmured: "If I can kiss my daughter, ...?" They kissed. She didn't kiss Marlie's mother, who had just smiled indulgently at seeing her husband's having kissed her. The party ended with more dancing and and another round of drinks. As they got in the cab, Catherine remembered that Marlie and Pierre were "going to," and moved over next to their mother, letting Marlie sit on his lap. She wondered how he was fondling her bottom on the drive back to the their apartment, recognizing that she had never drunk so much before. The others also seemed to be in very good spirits, the parents not so stable on their legs as they got out of the cab. Back in the apartment again, they all repeated their best wishes for the New Year and said goodnight, hurrying to their rooms, Pierre immediately heading for the bathroom, giving the girls a smirk as he rushed by them. The parents had closed their bedroom door. Marlie and Catherine had been to the ladies room during the evening, but waited, smirking, as their knees twitched. They unzipped each other's dress, chuckling softly. When he left the bathroom, they were already gathering up their skirts and reaching under them to pull down their panties. He grinned with a nod, and the girls hurried in the bathroom, using the toilet and bidet. Marlie had to kick off her panties before she straddled the bidet. Catherine could take hers off, while she was already going on the toilet. They smirked at each other, and then Marlie washed herself, Catherine recognizing that she didn't just wash her kitten, then recalling where Pierre's fingers had been the previous night. As she was wondering if she could ask Marlie about that, Marlie anticipated her thought, remarking: "I guess that surprised you last night." "His fingers? Sure was, but - well - I guess you and he know it felt good." "Mmmm! It does! Would have done it too, but didn't want to shock you." "Hmm?! Good thing you didn't; it would have. Oh, I was surprised, but then it was feeling good." "Better, when he does more." "More?!" Catherine asked in surprise, looking up at her, as she stood up. Marlie nodded, and Catherine turned to straddle the bidet. As she washed her kitten and reached back further, Marlie nodded again and murmured: "Just let him; it's feels really good, arousing." "Oh?" Catherine responded, recognizing that she liked the feeling of her own fingers doing a little more than wash. Marlie had dried herself and left the bathroom, before Catherine could follow - after she picked up their panties with a chuckle. In the bedroom, she was surprised to find that Pierre was already there, naked, waiting to close the door. Marlie had stepped out of her dress and was unhooking her bra. He silently closed the door. Before Catherine was naked, he was lying down and Marlie was crouching between his legs. Catherine lay down on her bed and resigned herself to having to watch them, lying on her side with one hand on her breast and the other one cupped around her kitten. It was obvious what Marlie wanted to do first, but then? If she wanted to taste his strange "cheese," feel it shoot in her mouth, could he then immediately want her sit on him like she had? Or would he ...? Of course, he would want to lick her kitten first, and she would want him to, having had to wait for her period to end. She watched. It sure looked like Marlie wanted to taste it. She squeezed her breast and kitten, wondering if he would want to do anything with her, if they did all that. Her eyes closed, and she fell asleep to the sound of their moans. It was still dark outside, when she woke up. For a few moments, she wasn't sure where she was, then remembered, and then remembered that she had fallen asleep watching Marlie and her brother - and that she had had more wine at the New Year's party ever before - why she must have fallen asleep. What had they done, she wondered, then thinking that it was just as well that she had fallen asleep. Her eyes opened. Both the bedside lamps were still on. So much for Pierre and her doing anything, and her kitten had to do something else. She got up and then saw that Pierre was still in Marlie's bed, lying behind her, his arm around her. Had they done so much that they had forgotten that he had to return to his room, maybe also because of the wine? Or did they always sleep together all night, just had forgotten that she was there? Should she remind him, just to let him return to his room? She rubbed his shoulder under the covers. It was a moment, before his eyes opened. Then he turned his head up and looked at her. He nodded. Her thighs twitched; she had to go. She turned and went to the door, opening it as silently as she could. The bathroom door was open. She pulled it close, unlatched, and turned on the light and sat on the toilet. Before her stream died down, the door opened again - Pierre! He shrugged with an abashed expression and murmured: "I have to, too," and straddled the bidet, holding his ... - what-did-she-want-to-call-it? - down, since it was sticking out. She looked at it, the first time she had seen it in better light. It was a few moments before his stream started. He glanced at her with another shrug, and they both smiled. She saw it relax, wondering if he would wash it, then wondering what he and Marlie had done. He did wash it. Was he moving his foreskin for her to watch? She wanted to do that, she suddenly realized, feeling her fingers moving. "I want to, let me," she murmured, surprised at hearing herself, as her hand reached in the direction of the bidet. He nodded with a soft "um-hmm" and turned off the water. When he stood up, She spread her knees and gestured for him to stand between them. He nodded again and did. Now she could really see it for the first time in the full light, and right in front of her face. She smiled to herself and touched it: still wet, relaxed - just a willie - and still relaxed, when her fingers experimented at shoving his foreskin back. Just a willie, its head small. He chuckled softly. She glanced up and gave him a smile, then looked back down at it. It's head wasn't so small now, but it was still soft as her fingers pulled his foreskin back down and pushed it back up again. And his sack; she fondled it, enjoying feeling his balls, that she could move them. His willie was fuller. What was she going to call it, when it stuck out again, like it had when he sat down on the bidet? "What do you call it?" she murmured. He chuckled and replied: "She calls it 'my little brother'." "Hmm? 'mon petit frère'," she repeated his French, then chuckled and said: "Then 'mon petit Pierre'. Oh, that's good: Pierre, Peter, an English slang word for it." They both chuckled. She had found her word for it, but not 'little peter', just 'peter', now that she had a reason to accept the slang word. She held it again, moving his foreskin and enjoying that her "peter" was no longer a 'willie', now sticking out at her. Could she suck it right there? Her other hand reached out and fondled his sack. This was so much fun, and Marlie had said she could do anything she wanted with him! And he was letting her, chuckling as both her hands fondled him. Anything she wanted to? Suck his peter, of course, but what about his balls? She fondled just them and murmured: "Can I suck them too?" "Hm-hmm! I guess so, if you want to. She never has." "Oh, that's good, I want to - first." "'First', he repeated with cheerful hum, as she dropped to her knees. "And then really with 'mon petit Pierre'," she murmured. It was standing out, out of the way for her to turn her face up and press one of his balls between her lips. It was bigger than she had anticipated, but she could close her mouth around it. She chuckled, as her tongue caressed it, feeling the few hairs on his sack. He hummed with a chuckle. Then she was surprised to hear Marlie's voice: "I thought so. Oh, like that?" "Her idea," he murmured. "Got to go too," Marlie replied. As she moved behind her brother to the bidet, Catherine reluctantly released his ball and murmured: "You said I could do anything I wanted to." "Didn't know you would want to do that," Marlie replied, her stream hissing in the bidet. "Not just that; go back to bed," Catherine murmured, grasping "her peter", whose foreskin now couldn't cover its head. "It doesn't look like it wants to wait. I will." Catherine pulled it down and licked it, making it twitch in her hand. He hummed, and she hummed and then opened her mouth, her tongue greeting the head of his cock, as it slipped between her lips. She moaned, and he moaned. This time she really wanted to, wanted to know how it would be, how it would feel, when that strange cheese-tasting stuff spurted in her mouth. His "peter" felt so nice in her mouth, and twitched so appreciatively as she licked and sucked. It was so good! So good to know it was also being so good for him! Only when she heard the door softly close, did she remember that Marlie had been there, suddenly wondered if she was sucking his cock as well as she did. Should she just do what she enjoyed, or try to do more? She fondled his balls, his sack now not so loose, and sucked harder. He complained with a sharp moan and murmured: "Not so hard." Not like that, she understood and then remembered that Marlie had bobbed her head on her "mon petit frère" - of course, like fucking, fucking him with her mouth. She did, and he moaned; good! But how deep could she take it in her mouth? "Uhn!" Not that did deep, but his hand on her head was encouraging her to continue fucking him with her mouth. She grasped his cock to keep it from going so deep again, enjoying feeling it moving inside his skin. Squeeze it as tight as her kitten would, she thought and did. He moaned; good again! And her kitten, all wet! Aroused like his "peter" had been after he had licked her kitten the first night! This wasn't all they were going to do! And his sack was all tight, just a firm ball in the grasp of her other hand. That's where it was going to come from, from his balls, when it spurted in her mouth, in her throat, when he grunted and his hips thrust like they had when they had fucked. She wanted it! She wanted to taste it, wanted the confirmation that she was doing it as good as it could be for him! As good as it had been for him in her so moist kitten? It wanted him in it; at least, he was going to have to lick it that good again; she felt a drop slide down her thigh. Suck - not too hard - and lick and squeeze his thrusting "peter", fucking it with her mouth and hand! Come! She willed, almost selfishly; she wanted it, all he could give her, and so that he could do it to her, lick her kitten and then fuck it! This time his "peter" wasn't going just to tease her kitten! Marlie was just going to have to watch. His moans shifted to groans, and then he grunted. Really back in her throat! She gulped, almost biting him, but she wanted to taste it! She had to gulp again, but then she could, three or four more weaker spurts in her mouth. She moaned, delighting at the strange taste. Was there a French cheese that tasted like that? French women must love it; she did! Her tongue slavered it around in her mouth and on his - her "peter." He groaned; her tongue had rubbed that funny little ridge of skin that it had enjoyed caressing before. More moisture was sliding down her thigh. Her kitten was so wet! Was she going to have to tell him to make it even wetter, tell him that she wanted him to and then fuck her? He moaned and pulled his cock out of her mouth. She savored what it had given her and then swallowed, massaging his loosening sack. He moaned again and then murmured: "I want to, too. That was so good!" "Like I wanted," she replied with a long hum, her tongue trying to find traces of his orgasm in her mouth, then adding: "And like I want you to." "Me too," he confirmed and turned to open the bathroom door, silently, turning off the light. It was still dark outside, a little to her surprise, as they hurried back to the girls' bedroom, where the bedside lights were still on. She glanced at Marlie's bed. It looked like she had fallen asleep again. Catherine dropped down on hers, moving up against the headboard and spreading her thighs. As Pierre got on the bed, she drew them up, grasping her knees. When she looked down her body, seeing the curve of her kitten between her open thighs, she gasped slightly; this was so indecent! She was being so indecent, presenting her ... for him to lick! Instead of "kitten," she had thought the word that started with P! Nice girls did do what she was doing - or use that word. Oh, they wanted their ... licked, but shouldn't so blatantly show it, even if he was humming, grinning at her and licking his lips, as his hands grasped her hips before he lowered his head. Kitten Ch. 02 She suddenly remembered that she hadn't wipe her kitten on the toilet, but his mouth was already on it. Did he mind - however it tasted? - or was that washed away from its being so aroused while she had been sucking his "peter"? That had been so good, and what he was doing was already so good; his tongue knew as well as Marlie's where her kitten wanted to feel it. She drew her knees down towards her shoulders. Too late to worry about being indecent; she wanted it to be as good as it could be, wanted to make it easy for him to lick everywhere he could, anywhere he wanted. "Oooh!" she gasped. Had her rolling her hips up suggested that she wanted him to lick her there, where his fingers had been?! He wanted to?! He was! He must, and it felt arousing! Wicked! But it felt good! If he wanted to, but it felt even more arousing when he licked her p... . She had used that word again! She let her knees rise and her hips roll down, and felt his tongue lap up and find where she wanted it to be. She moaned her approval and then moaned in response to the arousing sensations, and then moaned again, when his hands slid up and found her breasts and aroused nipples. God, it was good! He was doing everything she could want! Make me come, she willed him, make me go all wet! After many more moans - his too - he did, her body convulsing under the grasp of his hands on her breasts, as her hips almost rose off the bed. She felt her pussy juice - no other word for it now! - running down between the cheeks of her ass. She gasped again; his tongue was lapping it up, there where it had been before! He loved the taste of her pussy juice, wanted to taste as much of it as he could - like she had wanted to taste everything his peter had spurted in her mouth! She released her knees with a long, moaning sigh, her feet back on the bed. He got his arms from under her legs and then over them, and began to move up over her. Yes, she thought, just lie on me, I want to feel your naked body heavy on mine. It was, and he moaned, chuckling, as she licked around his mouth, wet with her pussy juice, and then found his tongue with her, suddenly remembering where else it had licked. But then he rocked his hips, and she felt his stiff peter between her thighs, its head probing between them - like it had the first night in his room. Then he had told her just to hold it, but then she had still been a virgin. "Fuck me," she murmured, equally shocked at what she had said and that she had said it in English. Was he going to understand? She couldn't repeat that in French, not just because she didn't know the word, maybe could have said: "Just do it," but she couldn't repeat what she had so spontaneously insisted. She didn't have to. To her aroused relief, he nodded, and one of his hands slid down between them and found his peter and helped its head to find her open pussy. She moaned, as it slipped in, admitting to herself that it was her "pussy" when a "peter" was in it. Kitten was a sweet euphemism for it, but little kittens didn't fuck. A peter was fucking her pussy. Her thighs drew up again, rocking her hips up. She wanted to feel it pound in her pussy. P, P - alliteration! His peter pounding in her pussy: P, P, P! How could she want it again? But she did, had to have it, her pussy! And his peter wanted to, too! "Fuck me!" she willed again, moaning, as his peter plunged in her pussy. Was "P" the key-letter for it all, she wondered: pussy, peter, pounding, his peter,pounding in her pussy, but also his pubic bone, another "P"! - pounding on hers, and where she was most sensitive! Wicked, indecent, everything she had been thinking, but she wanted it! She wanted to be indecent, wanted to have her pussy fucked! Her thighs had drawn up again, her feet on his ass, encouraging its pounding. How had she, how could she have assumed that a girl just lay there and let herself be fucked?! Just let herself be fucked? That wasn't doing it; her pussy wanted to - had to fuck! It had to rock up and feel his stiff peter plunge in her pussy - all those P-words! Her pussy juice, his peter juice! They both loved to taste them, but now she wanted more, to know that his was spurting in her pussy. His cock - his penis, another P-word! - in her pussy - no euphemisms - fucking! Her hips slapping up to meet his, fucking as hard as they could, desperately! She moaned louder, so loud that his hand covered her mouth, reminding her that they couldn't let his parents hear what they were doing. Trying to suppress her moans only made it more desperate, her fingers raking up and down his back. He was trying to suppress his own moans, she recognized; they sounded like deep groans in his throat, both of them gasping and groaning like that. Then he grunted - louder than his groans. Had she felt it? Her pussy was overflowing! Peter/penis and pussy juices intermingling and overflowing! Finally! Relief! Her hands slid off his back, and her legs dropped down, as he slumped down on her, both of them still gasping and sighing, their stomachs rising and falling against each other's. His head was down next to hers. It was a minute or two before she could think again. What to say? Say anything? She felt her pussy contract on his cock. He hummed with a slight nod. Her hands slid up his hips, holding his ass. He rocked his hips, but his cock hardly moved in her pussy. He rocked them down again and then up. His cock slipped out. She moaned softly at feeling her pussy lose it, then snorted softly at feeling liquid - their juices - slide down to where his tongue had licked her. He raised his head and murmured: "You wanted it. I wanted it." "Um-hmm, I sure did, ... better than I had imagined." "Like it should be, for me too. I'd better try to go back to my room." She nodded, and he got up. She saw that it was dawning outside. He glanced at the other bed, and then she did, only then remembering that Marlie had been there the whole time. She was awake, looking at them both, and then murmured: "It sure looked and sounded like it was, better than what I could do, was doing." Catherine felt a little embarrassed, glancing at him. He just shrugged and murmured: "I should hope so. Back to my bed. They won't be up for a couple of more hours. Happy New Year!" The girls replied, and he silently left the room, closing the door. Catherine was then surprised that Marlie got up and came to her bed. She made space for her, and they lay together with their arms around each other. "Did everything you wanted?" Marlie murmured. "Yes, don't ask. Just as well that I fell asleep last night, early this morning." "Probably better, not just because it would have been frustrating to watch, so better this morning." "Couldn't have been better than it was. Hope it was for you." "Mmmm! Oh yes! But, uh, I still like to do it with you." "Not right now?" "Better than what I was doing." "Not better than what he did." "No, but ...?" "Hmm! You want me to?" "I will too," Marlie murmured. Catherine was surprised to feel her pussy contract again and feel more moisture ooze out. She murmured: "I just came twice; I'm all wet." "Hmmm! Good; I like that." "You're wicked, not just wet from me." "What I was thinking; I want to. We're both wicked." "We sure are. I am, thought that, when I looked down between my legs and saw how I was showing him my pussy - kitten." She had said the English P-word in her French sentence. Marlie snickered and replied: "Now it's your 'pussy'? I was still dozing when you did that." "Hmm? When he 'fucks' it, forgetting my French. Kittens don't do that." "Hm-hmm! And then I forget my English, wanting him to do it to my 'chatte', the word I always used before I met you." "With his 'mon petit frère'." "He told you that?" "I asked him what he called it." "Um-hmm, usually when it still is little, before I start to do something with it." "Lucky 'little brother'." "And lucky little sister." "Wicked little sister," Catherine remarked. "Wicked big brother, too." "And no less wicked me." "If we all like it?" Marlie replied, rubbing Catherine's back. "Hmm?" Catherine responded, but also rubbed Marlie's back." Marlie's hand slid down to Catherine's hip, holding it closer to her own. Catherine let her. Marlie murmured: "We can't, when he is with us." Her fingers slid over the point of Catherine's hip, rubbing the soft skin near her pubic hair. Catherine's thighs twitched involuntarily. Marlie murmured: "I want to, want you to." Her fingers extended, touching Catherine's pubic hairs. Her thighs twitched again. Marlie's fingertips scratched among them a little. When Catherine only snorted softly, Marlie didn't wait for another reaction and began to move around on the bed. Catherine more than just let her, extending her arms to draw Marlie's hips closer, like they had so often before. She wasn't sure she wanted a third orgasm, but if Marlie wanted to lick and taste her kitten - now reverting to the word they used - she wanted to taste hers and thought Marlie deserved anything she wanted, after she had had to watch her brother licking her kitten and fucking her. Their arms drew each other's hips closer, and they buried their faces between the other's thighs. Catherine immediately discovered that Marlie's kitten still tasted from what she had done by herself, wondering how her own tasted, but Marlie's tongue was obviously enjoying what it was finding, as was hers. She hummed, then remembering what was special about doing it with her, that they both knew how it was feeling for each other. That wasn't better than what her brother had done with his tongue and his peter, but only two girls could appreciate how they enjoyed what they were doing. It was just so good in its own way! Oooh! Marlie's hands weren't just clasping the cheeks of her ass, her fingers were creeping down behind her kitten, where his fingers had been the night before - where his tongue had been! Marlie wanted to do that too? Of course, he must do that with her too. Marlie did, her fingertips there! Was she supposed to do the same? Anything Marlie wanted, she recalled that she had thought, and her fingers also crept. Marlie nodded with a better moan, and her fingers rubbed. Catherine also moaned; it felt good, and Marlie knew that it did. Was that what she had meant, when she had said that it would be better with her than what she had done by herself? If Marlie wanted her to. Catherine's fingers crept the last little way and found where Marlie's were rubbing her. Marlie nodded again with a chuckling moan. Then Catherine felt a fingertip circle and find the center, pressing. She moaned. Marlie wanted that too? She must; it felt arousing. Catherine had forgotten to lick, but Marlie hadn't, moaning, letting Catherine feel vibrations on her aroused pussy. It was her "pussy" again now. Anything Marlie wanted! She licked and her fingertip found where to press, to probe. Yes, that was what Marlie wanted, moaning with another nod, her fingertip probing. Catherine felt that not just her pussy contracted, and it wasn't Marlie's pussy that she felt tighten under her fingertip. But then Marlie's finger wasn't there, her arm moving on Catherine's ass, as she felt Marlie's hand move and her fingers slide down to her pussy. Oooh! One was slipping into her wet pussy. Yes, do that, she thought, but then it slipped out and was immediately back where it had been and probing again. "Uhn!" she gasped; it was probing harder than before, slipping in, despite the strong contraction, but it relaxed, and the fingertip probed - even deeper! Did Marlie think that felt good? Shit! Wrong word, hopefully, it did! That was what Marlie also wanted? It must be; it did feel good, so must for her too. When Catherine's fingers moved to find her pussy, Marlie nodded vigorously, and her fingertip probed again. If that was what she wanted, Catherine thought, as her finger plunged in Marlie's wet pussy and then returned and probed. It felt like it wanted her fingertip in it, drawing it in, when it tightened, like hers also was. It wanted Marlie's probing finger in it? Her finger probed, and Marlie nodded. Marlie's did want her to probe, letting her finger press even deeper before it held it again! Was that how it felt for his cock, when her pussy clutched it? Hers was clutching with nothing in it, but Marlie's finger was being clutched, and it felt arousing! If that was what Marlie wanted, despite Catherine's compunctions about where their fingers were, she couldn't deny to herself that it felt good, arousing. "Uhnn!" especially when Marlie's finger moved like that! Hers did too, and Marlie moaned with still another nod and resumed her licking and nibbling. Anything Marlie wanted, she wanted now and licked and sucked where she knew it felt most arousing for her too - that unique empathy that only two girls could share. It was being too arousing for her to consider what her finger was doing, instinctively mimicking what she felt Marlie's finger was doing, now just another arousing sensation, just a part of her increasing arousal. She forgot that she had already had two orgasms, now only wanted the one she felt growing in her pussy. When Marlie's hips twitched against her face, she wanted her to have hers too It was going to be so good to taste her pussy juice and lap it up! Her own hips twitched, and she felt Marlie try to do even more - "Uhnn!" - with her finger too! Marlie wanted that too; they both also knew how that felt for each other. They both were moaning, forgetting not to be loud, but the sound was muffled by their thighs. Then they came, first Marlie, forgetting to lick and move her finger for a few moments, while Catherine delighted to know that she had and delighted at feeling her pussy juice almost spurt in her mouth and let her savor it. After a couple of gasps and moans, Marlie resumed her licking, sucking and nibbling, move her finger again. Catherine moaned and nodded. It had been slightly frustrating to have been so near to her climax, but now it was so good that she could feel it approach again without having to do anything. Instinctively, however, her finger responded to what Marlie's was doing, feeling the reflex that squeezed it, but only for a moment or two; her orgasm was about to happen. She moaned louder, and her hips were twitching, her pussy wanting it and wanting Marlie to try to do even more. Marlie couldn't really, but what she was doing was enough. Catherine's body jerked, and her pussy overflowed, as she gasped again and again. "So good! Finally, so good!" she thought, hardly aware of how Marlie's tongue was trying to enjoy her pussy juice like hers had. She gasped deeply and exhaled with a longer moan, then again, then was aware that Marlie also moaned with a sigh. Catherine wanted to rub Marlie's ass in appreciation, then suddenly remembering where her finger was. Where it was?! That deep in there! Marlie's finger was too, she felt, when they both slipped them out. When they both rubbed the other's ass - like they usually did - they both snorted softly. Catherine didn't know what to say, if she should say anything, wondering if Marlie would. She did: "Hmm? Hmmm? Thanks, that you did too. Must have surprised you." "It sure did!" "He does it. It feels good, surprised me the first time too." "He didn't do it that much with me, but enough, I guess, that I understood that it could feel good. It did. ... Oh! He licked me." "There? Of course." They had rolled apart, their heads still resting on the other's thigh. Catherine chuckled and replied: "Of course, but he said you hadn't sucked his balls." "But I will." Marlie turned back around on the bed, and they embraced each other, kissing for a moment. It was lighter outside, but not yet dawning. One of them found the covers and rolled over, drawing the other girl's hand to her breast. They dozed off. They were awakened by a knock on the door and the sound of Pierre's voice, cheerfully calling: "Bathroom is free. Wake up, you sleepy heads. Breakfast soon. And Happy New Year again." Surprised, they both chuckled and got up, exchanging slightly wry smiles in the sunlight, then noticing that the bedside lamps were still on and their clothes lying where they had dropped. They hurried to find their bathrobes and rushed to the bathroom. Marlie gestured for Catherine to use the toilet and dropped her bathrobe and stepped in the bathtub. She glanced at Catherine's surprised expression, smirking as her stream arched out, not much of one, since she had gone before. She closed the shower curtain and turned on the water. After her brief shower, when she opened the curtain, she smiled and whispered: "That's how it started with him, both of us having to go one night, and then, well, there we were with not much on. Which of us suggested getting naked? Can't remember, but we did. You can imagine the rest." "Don't think I would have," Catherine replied, then shrugged with wry expression and added: "But I'm glad you did." Marlie nodded with a grin, and Catherine started her shower. It took longer, because she had to think about everything she had done the first morning of the new year. Back in the room, she saw that Marlie had picked up their clothes and was almost dressed for breakfast. She hurried to put on something, wondering how it would be to greet Pierre and their parents. When she and Marlie joined them, her father smiled broadly and remarked: "You two must have slept well." Catherine hoped her blush was just seen as a response to his remark, not because she suddenly had a a couple of quick mental images of how she hadn't slept: seeing Pierre's cock in the bathroom bobbing in front of her face; that wicked view of her kitten curving out between her spread thighs. Luckily, Marlie immediately replied that they both had and wished her parents Happy New Year again, giving Catherine a cue of what to say: "Very well, thank you. And also: Happy New Year and thank you so much for the party last night; that was great, better than any back home." Then she glanced at Pierre and said: "And, of course, for you: Happy New Year, and thank you for last night." The parents and he smiled, and the parents wished her a Happy New Year and said that it had been their pleasure to show an American girl how the French celebrated the New Year. She couldn't look at Pierre after her remark. Why had she had to tell him thanks for "last night" - right in front of his parents. It wasn't better, when he remarked: "My pleasure too." She had to look at him! He was just smiling sweetly, but she was blushing, hoping they all could think that a young American girl blushed at even a mild compliment. "Breakfast, more 'brunch' as you Americans say," his mother suggested, and they all went to the dining room. The table was already set, very much for brunch, not just a French breakfast of coffee and croissants. Catherine recovered from her embarrassment as they sat down, but did wonder a little about Marlie's and Pierre's apparent aplomb, having to think that they so often had breakfast with their parents after they had been together in bed. She tried to forget her image of them like that, before she had fallen asleep. She did, when the conversation started, eventually turning to how to spend the day. Pierre's and Marlie's mother suggested that the three of them go to see the New Year's Day parade. They all jumped on her suggestion, exchanging nods and smiles. Anything to get out of the house, Catherine thought, wanting to think that the siblings also had the same idea; they couldn't be that comfortable with the situation. Don't use that expletive, she admonished herself, but that is what they all had done, not she and Marlie, but what they had done had been as close to that word as two girls could be. She was relieved when Marlie immediately suggested that they walk into town, leaving as soon as the girls had helped clean up in the kitchen. Kitten Ch. 03 Don't use that expletive, she admonished herself, but that is what they all had done - fuck - not she and Marlie, but what they had done had been as close to that word as two girls could be, but they both had with her brother. She was relieved when Marlie immediately suggested that they walk into town, leaving as soon as the girls had helped clean up in the kitchen. While they were, Marlie's smile behind her mother's back suggested that she either understood Catherine's problem or had the same one herself. As they were putting on their coats to leave, the father said to Pierre: "Don't lose Catherine in the crowd, or your sister." "I won't!" Pierre replied with a grin, adding: "I'll hold their hands, if Marie-Louise lets me." Catherine nodded with a grin and suggested: "Maybe just let me hold her hand." All of them chuckled, and the three left the apartment. When they had closed the door, they chuckled again with grins. Catherine remarked to him: "You can hold my hand." "Mine too," Marlie added. On the street, he did, and they exchanged clasps and smiles. After they had walked for a while, Marlie almost shocked Catherine, remarking: "We did too, after you left." "You did?!" he asked, glancing from one to the other girl. Catherine nodded, blushing, then replying: "She wanted to, so we did. Hmm! She wanted it better than what she had done, while we were." "It was," Marlie agreed, before her brother could say anything. He glanced at them again and responded: "Hmm? If you both wanted to. Hmm?! Hopefully not better than with me." The girls glanced past him at each other, shrugging. Catherine didn't want to reply. Marlie snickered and said: "I don't think so, but girls know just how it feels for each other." "And that's better?" he asked. "Just different, very good," Catherine murmured. He snorted, squeezing their hands, and remarked: "Guess I'll never know about that. Hm-hmm! But I can't imagine that it could be better than what you both do." "Or what you then do," Catherine found herself murmuring. Someone was near them, and they had to wait to continue their conversation, but he had clasped her hand, then murmuring: "You really liked it - in the bathroom?" She nodded, blushing as she squeezed his hand. Marlie snorted and remarked: "Not more than I do." "Or I did, do, ... or what I like to do," he agreed, and they all clasped hands and were silent, as they walked on. Catherine wondered what that suggested about how they would spend their next nights together. Was he thinking that they both would do that to him, and he to them, and also really ... fucking? Four times for him?! How many nights, every night? What kind of a girl was she, had she become to have such thoughts? They left that subject, and joined the crowd to watch the parade. After the parade, when Pierre suggested they have a drink at a bistro, then insisted that Catherine should have a pastis, they all did. She insisted on treating them, and he let her. She was surprised that the anise-flavored drink turned milky when when a dash of water was added. She remembered the French toast and said: "A la vôtre!" "A la nôtre!" Pierre suggested with a grin, and they all drank. When they lowered their glasses, Marlie looked down at hers and swished it around with a smirk and said: "Reminds me of something else." Catherine didn't understand, until Marlie looked at her and added: "that we also like." Catherine felt her cheeks flush as she nodded, then grinning with the others. Pierre raised his glass and said: "Then to that too." They drank again, all smirking this time. They didn't speak after that, but when one and then the others in turn first swilled the milky liquid and took a sip, the others did, exchanging slightly smirks. Catherine's thoughts were back about what they would do that night - not about what kind of girl she had become. Pastis tasted good, but she wanted to taste that too, and now it was obvious that Pierre and Marlie were thinking about the same thing. When they returned to the apartment later in the afternoon, her telling their parents about the parade distracted her from more thoughts about that. But they immediately returned after dinner and the girls were helping clean up again. The parents said that they were going to bed early after the long party the night before, since the father had to get up early to go to work. The mother suggested that if they wanted to stay up longer, they didn't have to have breakfast with them. They all said good night, and the parents disappeared. The three of them looked at each other with smirks. Pierre nodded at the TV. Marlie nodded, and he turned it on, turning the volume down. Catherine was a little surprised, but the other two immediately sat down on the sofa, leaving space for her to sit on the other side of Pierre. She joined them. She wasn't surprised when he immediately put his arms around them, a little surprised, however, when his hand immediately dropped down and held her breast and saw that he was also holding his sister's, more surprised when she saw Marlie's hand immediately find his crotch. He squeezed her breast and murmured: "Just to be sure they're in bed. You can too," he added with a glance down at Marlie's hand. Catherine understood that this wasn't the first time they had waited to be sure their parents were in bed. When she saw Marlie unzip his pants, she assumed that they knew there would be time enough to sit differently, if they heard their parents' door open. What could she and Marlie both do, she wondered. What could she do, if Marlie held his willie? When Marlie's fingers fished it out of his shorts - with obvious experience - it looked more like a peter. With her thumb and two fingers, she made it wag and looked past her brother at Catherine with a smile. They both wanted her to play with it? He squeezed her breast again, then rubbed her nipple through her blouse and bra; he did, they did; Marlie was wagging it again. It wasn't swinging as much as before. Kind of funny to see it just sticking out of his pants in the flickering light from the TV, very funny to see just his peter, when they all still had their clothes on. She reached over to hold it. Marlie snatched it away with chuckle but then let her. She hummed as her fingers encircled it below its head. Oooh, it felt like it was must be even stiffer now. What could she do? Oooh, it was stiffer, surging, really a cock, not a willie. What could she do with it, while they waited - for how long? Not what she really wanted to. Gosh, she had been thinking about dropping down between his knees and sucking it! What were they going to do, when they could finally go to their bedroom? Marlie's fingers were urging hers to rub it, rubbing up and down below her fingers. Yeah, she could do that, rub his foreskin up around his nice round head. That wouldn't feel as good for him as her licking it would, but they had to wait. She slid her fingers down and pulled his foreskin up. He nodded with a hum, that still felt good for him, and it was nice to feel the ridge around his head rub in the circle of her fingers, even through two layers of his so soft and thin foreskin, even nicer to feel his cock surge when she did that. "Mmmm!" she just loved to hold a cock - if she couldn't do something better with it. Oooh! Marlie had let go of it - she could wrap all her fingers around his nice stiff cock - and Marlie was turning her hand, trying to force it down in his pants. She felt him draw in his stomach to let her pull the waistband of his pants down so that she could. She wanted to hold his balls, but could they both get their hands away and his pants zipped up, if they heard the parents' door open? She didn't want to be responsible for their being discovered. Their problem, their decision; she wasn't going to let go of his nice cock, and not with his fingers rubbing her stiff nipple, trying to squeeze it through her clothing. How long did they think they had to wait, before they could turn off the TV and get naked together in their bedroom? Long enough for Marlie to get her hand inside his pants and boxer shorts, humming at her success, and making him hum with a chuckle. Catherine remembered that Marlie wanted to suck his balls, pleased that she had been first to do that, but then a little chagrined that the once innocent she had thought of that before the so much more experienced Marlie did. The program on TV changed, suddenly a little louder - an advertisement. They all started in surprise. Catherine recognized that she was the one who could move faster to turn the volume down. She let go of his cock and jumped up. She couldn't find the volume control and glanced back for help. Pierre drew his hand across his throat. She found the on/off button and pushed it. Silence. She glanced back again and saw Marlie drawing her hand out of his pants. They all waited. She wondered if that was always their test that their parents wouldn't disturb them. It seemed like it as they all waited in silence. Pierre was tucking his stiff cock back in his pants. They waited until he had, and waited another moment. Then he said in an only slightly less than normal tone: "Guess it's time for us to go to bed too." They all grinned with nods. Catherine was surprised, when Marlie responded: "Good idea. Good night." "You too, both of you," he replied. Catherine caught on, and replied: "And you too. Thank you both for a nice New Year's Day." They all smirked, and waited for another moment, then smirked again and went to their rooms, walking as they normally would. The girls raced to get their clothes off, grinning and smirking. In the bathroom, after using the toilet, they only used the bidet, and hurried back to their room, closing the door and waiting for Pierre to use the bathroom and join them. Marlie murmured: "You did this morning; my turn, but like Monday night, except that I'm really going to, but then you can, while I sit on his face." Catherine was a little surprised by her so directly describing how she thought they should do it. Of course, it was her turn first now, but talking about it that way? If she wanted to suck his cock first - when it was her turn - maybe just do that, since Marlie was assuming that he would lick her kitten - her pussy - while Marlie was really doing it with him? Would it be unfair for her to want to suck his cock and then also really do it with him? Could he, would he want to come three times? Or was Marlie also thinking of sucking his cock first, and then ...? She had been the one to suggest that pastis reminded her of what they both liked to taste. They heard him close his bedroom door. Whatever Marlie suggested, whatever happened, while they waited the few second before he would silently opend their door, she felt her pussy go moist, as her thighs twitched. The door opened. He smiled at them and close it. Marlie gestured at her bed and whipped back the covers. He smiled at her with a nod, then giving Catherine a smile and gesturing for her to follow him, as he lay down. Marlie was already moving to kneel on the foot of her bed. Catherine wondered if they had whispered about what they wanted to do, while she had been turning off the TV, but didn't hesitate to follow him. His more cock than willie was already in Marlie's mouth, as Catherine straddled him, hoping that he appreciated that her pussy was already moist. He did with a hum, as his tongue found it. She hummed in response and watched Marlie suck his cock. Oooh, she really knew now what Marlie was enjoying! Her tongue moved in her mouth, wanting to feel his cock, to feel where she knew Marlie's tongue was caressing it. Was she going to enjoy that until it let her taste what they both liked? She moaned; his tongue was tasting her aroused kitten. No, it was now her pussy; his tongue was probing in it - almost like a cock. She moaned, forgetting Marlie in her arousal for a few moments. But then Marlie suddenly moved. Catherine's eyes opened in surprise, and she saw Marlie rise up and crawl up over him. She was going to fuck him! Of course! Her hand was guiding his erect cock to her pussy. Catherine moaned with her, as she saw her hips sink down on it. His cock all the way in her pussy, that felt so good! Then she felt that Marlie was looking up at her. Their eyes met. Marlie smiled slightly with a nod, and then began to rock her hips to and fro. He moaned, a chuckling moan, and licked where her pussy most wanted to feel it. Then his hands slid up and held her breasts. She nodded with an encouraging moan, then thinking that Marlie would want hers to be held, would want to feel her nipples - they were so stiff! - aroused, like his fingers were arousing hers. She reached up and held them. Marlie nodded with a moan, rocking her hips. Catherine wished his cock were moving in her own pussy, despite his tongue's making her also moan. Her fingers squeezed and twisted Marlie's nipples, doing what his fingers were on her own nipples. Then she was surprised to see Marlie's hand reach down and her fingers creep in among hers and her brother's pubic hairs. They were fucking, she thought; did Marlie want to do that too, need to? It seemed like cheating or something, wanting to arouse herself, while his cock was in her pussy, but she was! She more felt than heard his chuckling moan and that he had nodded; he knew what she was doing; it couldn't be the first time he had felt the backs of her fingers moving on him there. If that is what they did and liked, she thought, feeling that Marlie was rocking her hips on him. Oh, it must feel good, arousing to feel it both ways like that! She moaned, imagining how it could feel. After a few moments, she was surprised again, when Marlie's other hand slipped around her neck, drawing their shoulders closer together. Her arm pressed on her shoulder, and she began to move her hips more vigorously, not just to and fro, circling - churning his cock in her pussy! God, that must feel good! For him too, he was also moaning. Oooh! Marlie was drawing them closer, finding her lips with hers; she also wanted to kiss. If she wanted to? They did. For a moment, Catherine wondered what he would think about that, then remembering that he knew what they did it with each other. Marlie's tongue in her mouth and her brother's tongue arousing her pussy! Arousing! More in a reflex from what his fingers were doing, her fingers continued to pinch and pull on Marlie's nipples. She wanted her own orgasm, and then they could do whatever they wanted, she selfishly considered and rocked her hips down on his mouth. Had he read her thoughts? His fingers almost hurt her nipples, and he was licking and sucking more intensely. Her hips twitched. More, she willed; make me come - all wet on your face - and then you can really fuck your sister. He did, making her gasp and groan, unable to continue sucking Marlie's tongue in her mouth. After he lapped up what his tongue could find, his hands and Marlies' arm almost shoved her to the side. She dropped down off him towards the wall and got her legs out of the way. Marlie moaned with a nod and dropped down on her brother. Catherine watched them kiss and saw his hand find her breast, and then noticed his other hand slide over her ass. Of course, he was going to do that too! Even in the dim light, she could see his fingers explore and then one probe. Marlie moaned and let it, and gave another moan, when Catherine saw his fingertip disappear. Her own muscle there contracted in empathy, and she wondered why that felt good, but it did - but not for her without his finger there. She assuaged herself that she had just had an orgasm and was going to be able to do everything that Marlie had and was, watching her hips begin to move up and down. It was indecent to watch another couple fuck, unfair to have to watch them, even if she was going to get her turn. But could he again?! Could he a second time as good as he was with his sister? They were both moaning and almost panting, his hips rocking up to meet Marlie's. He couldn't fuck her that hard, could he? He was fit - hard stomach - but do it like that again, and wouldn't it take longer for him to come a second time? Then he was groaning softly and then grunted, and Marlie gave a pulsing moan. Their hips slapped together a few more times, and then Marlie collapsed on him. They both gasped and moaned. She rocked her hips to extend her legs, and they sighed with long, soft moans. Catherine wondered if they did it that good every night - siblings. Could it be better with a lover? Was it so good because they were siblings? She wasn't his lover; could it be as good with her? But she wanted to fuck him. She was a little shocked at her having so directly thought that. Would he even want to again? Would, could his "petit Pierre" want to? It must now be just a willie. She heard Marlie snort slightly, as her thighs twitched. Yes, it was just a willie now, had slipped out. It was going to be all soft when Marlie moved off him and let her do it. Oh, starting by sucking it, what would that be like? Would he want her to? She suddenly chuckled, remembering that Marlie had said that she wanted to suck his balls, but that she hadn't. She would, until his cock wanted to be sucked, and if took longer, she would enjoy that too. And if he was too tired to fuck her as hard as he had his sister, she would fuck him as hard and as long as she could, as long as she had to, to make them both come - the longer the better. But Marlie was still lying on him, and Catherine saw his hands holding her ass, fondling gently. Despite her previous thoughts, she wondered if it was appropriate to disturb them, fair to expect that he would still want to do anything with her, want her to do anything with him. On the other hand, she couldn't leave the bed without reminding them that she was there. She rubbed Marlie's thigh lightly and heard her soft, surprised "Hmm? Um-hmm." Marlie kissed her brother again and murmured: "Guess I'd better find the other bed." "Um-hmm," her brother agreed. Catherine saw him squeeze her ass and then help her slide off him. While Marlie moved off him, Catherine wondered if she should suggest that he didn't have to do anything with her. She was still wondering, when Marlie stood up, but then he rolled towards her and rubbed his hand on the back of her knee and and began to move himself down the bed, moving his hips down level with her head, sliding his hand up her thigh. If he wanted to, she thought, no longer wondering. He did, nuzzling his face between her thighs. Instinctively, her thighs opened and when they felt his head raise, one drew up under it, and the other one drew up over it and past his shoulder. His hand slid up on her ass, and his other one found its way under her waist. She moaned as she felt his hands grasp the cheeks of her ass and draw her hips closer and then felt his mouth find her kitten. She moaned again and found his cock with her hand. His - her - Little Peter was just a little willie, all soft, slimy in her fingers. She had expected that, but when it was in her mouth - all of it - the taste wasn't attractive, but only for a couple of moments. If she liked the way he tasted when he came in her mouth and liked the way Marlie tasted, it had just been surprising to taste them both before she was aroused. With the appreciation that they had both come so good, she liked the taste and licked to enjoy more of it. She hummed, and then moaned in response to what his tongue was doing, curling her hips up against his mouth. His soft willie began to grow in her mouth, more for her to lick, now not moving away when her tongue circled it, now her Little Peter, its head becoming round and smooth for her tongue to caress, and his tongue was doing such nice things on and in her kitten. She moaned again; on it, there where it felt most arousing! Kitten Ch. 03 She had to draw her head back, her Little Peter was all stiff. They could just do this, she thought, recalling how arousing it had been, when he had come in her mouth. If he wanted to give her her orgasm this way, that would be wonderful. His hips twitched. Did he? But then his tongue wasn't arousing her, and she heard him murmur: "Fuck me." She was surprised that he had said it in English. He really wanted her to understand, wanted her to fuck him! No question about it; he rolled back, his cock sprang up out of her mouth - his lovely, not little Peter! She moaned and began to move around, surprised when she heard Marlie murmur: "Fuck him," also in English. She had forgotten about her. As she straddled him, she glanced over and saw that Marlie was watching them, under the covers, her hand obviously buried between her spread thighs. Catherine looked back down at Pierre and reached down and guided his cock to her pussy. They both moaned, as it slid in her. How could she have thought that she would be just satisfied with his licking her?! Could she churn her hips on him the way Marlie had done? She could, making them both moan. If Marlie had rubbed herself, she could too, and did. That had to be indecent, suggesting that she wanted something that he didn't do, but he was nodding and moaning and grasping her breasts and almost hurting her nipples, but she wanted him to! It felt so arousing, everywhere it could! Her pussy was clutching his cock and trying to draw it deeper, even though her hips were resting on his. Churn and feel it in her, and rub where it wasn't! She was coming already! Her pussy was flooding, but his his cock was just throbbing in her, his hips weren't yet rocking! She had to really fuck him! She dropped down and began to ride up and down on his cock. That she could want to do that even after she had already had an orgasm? She did! She had to feel his cock sliding in and out, and when his fingers found her asshole, she wanted that too - anything, everything to make it good for them both, make his hips rock up and thrust his cock as deep and as hard as it could! Had she come just once for so long, or twice or thrice, when his hips finally stilled, and he held hers still? His cock was still twitching in her, and her pussy still contracting on it, the only movement as she lay inert on him. When she could finally speak, she murmured - in English: "God, that was good!" "It was," he agreed in English, while she was abashed at having said "God" as an expletive. "Mon dieu" didn't seem so bad. She extended her legs, and his cock slipped out. She suddenly wondered if it was as slimy as it had been after he and Marlie had fucked. He fondled her ass, just like he had fondled his sister's. Catherine thought to say what Marlie had said; he had to return to his room: "I'd better find the other bed." He nodded with a slight chuckle, and they kissed, and his hands helped move her off him. When they both had stood up, she wondered if they should kiss again, but he didn't step closer. Marlie said good night to him, letting Catherine wonder if they always separated with so little emotion after they had been together like that. She also told him good night, and he replied but still stood there with a little smirk, then murmuring: "You wanted to find the other bed," and waited. She felt herself blush; he wanted to see her lie down with his sister. She glanced at Marlie, who nodded with smile, holding up the covers, then murmuring: "Mine must be all wet." Catherine had to nod with slight smile, glancing at him, seeing him nod. She shrugged and joined Marlie, thinking: if he wanted to see them together, they had admitted that they slept with each other. When their arms slid around each other, he murmured again: "Nice. Good night." The girls both replied, and he silently disappeared. Marlie hugged her and whispered: "Must have been good. I hope so." "Too good." "Can't be 'too good', but I'm glad you thought it was." She turned over and Catherine curled up behind her, holding her breast and murmuring: "Thanks for lending him to me." "He's just my brother; can't have him forever, but better than my first friend." "Mmmm! I know why, but thanks, anyway." "Um-hmm," Marlie agreed, squeezing Catherine's hand on her breast, and they fell asleep. When they got up in the morning, after Pierre had knocked to indicate that he was finished in the bathroom, they both went to there. They both used the toilet, apparently avoiding any suggestion of more intimacy. They just exchanged shrugs and mild smirks at the recognition that they had foregone doing anything with each other before they got up. During the day, Catherine did wonder about all they had done, in the morning and then in the evening, wondering if the three of them would want to do that much again. That was settled when Pierre got a call from an old classmate, suggesting that they meet in the evening. When Pierre mentioned that his sister's girlfriend was visiting, the friend suggested a double date. The friend only knew Marlie as Pierre's little sister, but of course he was going to be more with her, leaving Pierre and Catherine more together. It was a very pleasant evening, although Catherine wondered if the friend could have any inkling of what the siblings did together, or what she did with both of them. A couple of times remarks had fallen that elicited expressions that he could have understood, if he had known. When the three of them returned home, after the parents had gone to bed, they agreed they that they didn't do anything, sealed with kisses that could have suggested that they wanted to, including one by Marlie and Catherine, enjoyed by Pierre with a chuckle. When the two of them were about to get in their respective beds, however - they had even put on their nightwear - they looked at each other. They shrugged and smirked, then nodded and chuckled and got naked again and got in bed together and did what they could together - and did again in the early morning. When they saw Pierre in the morning, they smirked. When the parent's couldn't hear, he remarked softly: "You cheated." The girls both nodded with smirks. He grinned, licking his lips. They nodded again. It was Friday, and he was going to have to return to his military unit the next day. The father was at work. After lunch with the mother, when she said that she was going to her usual bridge party, saying the she would return before dinner, they all wished her success for the first games in the new year, but smirked behind her back. She suggested that Marlie and Pierre could show Catherine something she hadn't yet seen in Paris. They all nodded, agreeing that that was a good idea, but again smirking behind her back. They waited until she left, then smirked at each other again and began to take off their cloths, as they moved out of the living room, chuckling. Catherine remarked that she only wanted to see something she hadn't seen in daylight - a little surprised by her fresh remark. Pierre was loosening his pants and replied: "I hope so, but we have to think of something else to tell her." "We can - could - take her to the cathedral Saint-Denis," Marlie suggested, stepping out of her skirt. "What would I have seen?" Catherine asked, just a step behind Marlie, watching Pierre step out of his pants. He replied: "Good idea: the first Gothic church, where lots of French kings are buried." "Do I have to remember their names?" she asked, pulling up her sweater. "Just that it's from the 12th century," Marlie replied, as her head disappeared in her sweater. They had to wait till they were in the girls' room to drop the clothes in their hands, now including Pierre's shirt, then smirking at each other as they started to take off their underwear. "If that is all I have to know," Catherine remarked, unhooking her bra, watching Pierre push down his undershorts. His cock wasn't a willie, springing out a little as the elastic slipped down over it. "It is!" he remarked emphatically, grinning at her, his cock wagging as he let his shorts fall and stepped out of them. She hummed and remarked, dropping her bra and reaching to push her underpants down her hips: "That's good." "His - my 'litttle brother'," Marlie asked facetiously, hurrying to catch up with Catherine's already being nude, except for the shoes she was shuffling out of, like Pierre, who had to stoop to take off his socks. Catherine nodded with a hum, watching his cock bob; she wanted to suck it, anticipating how it would feel to have it shoot in her throat and then taste it. Marlie murmured: "You can, you may, our guest." How did Marlie know what she wanted to do, Catherine wondered, then recognizing that she had licked her lips, and, of course, Marlie would want to. But she had said that she could! Pierre was standing up again, his cock sticking straight out at her. Her eyes were fixed on it, but she noticed his nod and heard his "um-hmm." She dropped to her knees and reached out her hand. He stepped closer. Her fingers closed around his sack, jostling his balls. When she extended her head, her mouth already open, he stepped closer and the head of his cock was in her mouth. "Hmmmm!" she moaned, delighting that her tongue could caress it where it was most sensitive and enjoy feeling the little ridge of skin there. He moaned, and Marlie moaned in empathy. Guest or not, this was unfair, Catherine thought. "Sit down," Marlie insisted to her brother. He backed slowly towards the nearest bed, Catherine following him on her knees. When he sat down, she had to lower her body, her hips, but then understood Marlie's idea; she was lying down on the carpet behind her, urging her to spread her knees, so that she could get her head between her thighs. Did she want to lick her kitten with her brother watching? She did! Her brother was as surprised as she was. He moaned and muttered: "You two!" Catherine nodded and sucked and licked his stiff cock, thinking that if his sister wanted to let him see what they both liked to do - he knew they did already - why not let him see that they both enjoyed it. She moaned when Marlie's tongue found where it knew she wanted to feel it, imagining that he could understand why, from seeing her hands clasping her ass. This was no-holds-barred enjoying sex! Her hand found his balls again, still able to jostle them, and his hands held her head, encouraging it to bob on his cock. Anyway they all wanted it, she thought, her hips twitching on Marlie's mouth, letting his hands suggest what he wanted. She loved to have his cock in her mouth and feel it twitch and surge, but his sack was drawing up, just a tight, wrinkled ball in her hand. Her fingers scratched behind it. He moaned and moved his hips to the edge of the bed, inviting her fingertips to scratch further back. Did he want them to touch him where she liked to feel his touch her? Oooh! Marlie's fingers were rubbing her there! If it felt good for her, it must for him too. Of course, he wanted her too. Why else would he have moved his hips? Her fingertips ventured further back, and he gave an encouraging moan, and then pulsing one, when her fingers found his asshole. She and he had forgotten to move her head, but then his hands reminded her to. "Uhn-hnn," she acknowledged and increased her arousal of his cock, twitching cock. It was going to be so good to make it spurt in her mouth, to feel it and then taste it! A minute or two later she did, distracted from what Marlie was doing by her aroused anticipation of feeling her brother's cock spurt the first time. He was gasping and moaning, his hips twitching, thrusting his cock against the bobbing of her head. "Ahhg!" she gulped, as his strong spurt shot deep in her throat. She almost bit his cock in her reflex to swallow, but it thrust again, so good! She loved it, moaning! Then she had to gasp; her pussy was also spurting! His orgasm had cued her own! When her pelvis twitched against Marlie's busy mouth, she was gasped and groaned, more aware of her own orgasm than of his following spurts in her mouth, despite her more gasping than sucking and licking. Fuck! It was so good, both ways! Even if it wasn't fucking. And it was so good to have her mouth full of his semen, to taste it and know that it had been so good for him! He held her head still, and she savored it, sloshing it around in her mouth. He groaned, when her tongue caressed the back of the head of his cock. Marlie had stopped licking and nibbling, but when she moved her hand, Catherine suddenly felt how deep her finger had been in her and then realized that more than the tip of her finger had found its way into his asshole. She wiggled it, and he responded with with a chuckling moan. He had liked that too. She swilled his semen around his cock a last time and raised her head and swallowed. When she opened her eyes to look up at him, she was surprised that it was broad daylight, then remembering that it was afternoon and not late at night, like all the other times before. He smiled down at her and stroked her cheek, then murmured: "I wish you were also my sister." Catherine thought that was nicest compliment he could make and replied: "And you, my brother," returning his smile. "But he's mine," Marlie remarked, as she moved back on the rug and wiped her face, then adding, as she sat up and turned on her knees: "And you'd better show it, if it was like that." "It was," Pierre and Catherine replied in unison, then chuckling about their consensus, exchanging smirks. Catherine then thought tell Marlie: "But I'd like to have you as a sister just as much." "You too," Marlie agreed: "but now I need my brother." She crawled around next to Catherine and then rose up and pushed her brother's shoulder, urging him to lie back. He nodded and did, holding out his arms in anticipation of what she wanted to do. She nodded with a chuckle and grin, and clambered up on the bed and straddled him. He grasped the cheeks of her ass and drew her hips up over his face. They both hummed. Catherine hummed with them, nodding to herself as she watched Marlie settle her pussy down on his mouth. Of course, they wanted to do that and then really fuck. Just do that until his cock stood up again, or give Marlie an orgasm first, she wondered. She sat back and got her legs around to sit and watch, crossing her legs in front of her. Oooh, it was a little arousing to just watch, even after she had just come so good. Her hand dropped down between her thigh, discovering that they were both still moist. Yes, it had been that good, and still wet around her pussy lips, wetter between them. She tried to let her fingers relax as she watched, but one wanted to slide up and down between them. When she saw his hands slide up and find Marlie's breasts, her other hand found one of hers. Its nipple was stiff. If she just had to watch, she thought, and let her fingers play with it. Marlie moaned, and he did. Catherine's hand slid over and squeezed her other aroused nipple. If they were going to - once or twice for Marlie - and she was only going to watch, ...? She let her finger do more between her thighs. That made it easier to watch him arouse his sister. Oh, his sister! Too late to worry about that now; besides, she had said that she would like to him as a brother - to do what they were doing and going to do. She noticed his cock move and nodded. She got aroused when she lick Marlie's pussy; of course, he did too. It was more interesting to watch it than the little she could see of what he was doing. Watching his cock grow and seeing its foreskin slowly slip back to reveal its nice round head was a new form of arousal. What was he doing, making Marlie respond with the pleased moans that she knew, when she licked her pussy. She glanced up, just seeing Marlie's hips twitch. It was more fun to watch his cock. Her eyes dropped back down to it. Nice, now its head completely free, and his cock pointing straight at her. It wanted to be sucked. She licked her lips, but then thought that would be unfair; she had already sucked it, and it was becoming aroused to fuck Marlie. But her finger could do what that suggested. Her hand slid down and her finger easily slipped in her moist opening. That felt so good, but it wasn't like she was trying to give herself an orgasm, rubbing where she did to do that. It just felt so nice to imagine that his cock was in her pussy, but it would feel more like his cock with two fingers. It did, and she moaned and pinched and pulled her stiff nipple, then wanting the other one aroused. "Uhnn!" she moaned, hearing Marlie give a similar, more aroused moan. She glanced up and saw how her hips were twitching on her brother's face, almost like they had on his cock. She knew that, Marlie was going to come; it was going to be twice for her. If she was going to, ...? Catherine's other hand dropped down and began to rub. She saw that his cock was sticking straight up, just waiting for Marlie to sit on it. Her fingers in her pussy moved faster, trying to make it feel in her pussy like she knew his cock was going to feel in Marlie's. His cock was bobbing slightly, but then her eyes closed, the sensations both her hands were so arousing, letting her forget everything except the arousal of her own pussy. Briefly - very briefly - it occurred to her that it wasn't right that she should be trying to get off by herself, but then it was being so good that she was only wanting it to happen. When she heard Marlie's pulsing groans - the ones she knew, when Marlie's had an orgasm, she felt her own start. It wasn't as good as the one Marlie had given her, but it was a satisfying orgasm. "And now," she heard Marlie murmur. She opened her eyes and saw her moving back on her brother, raising her hips and finding his stiff cock with her hand. They all moaned, as her hips sank down on it. Marlie sat still with another moan. Catherine saw one of her hands slide over and down between her thighs. She didn't just have to watch again, she thought and murmured: "Turn around; I want to do that, lick you there." She wasn't as surprised as the others were at her insistent suggestion, but she was a little surprised at what she had spontaneously said. They both looked at her, Marlie turning her head, but then nodding with a smile. She began to draw up one leg to turn on him. She didn't want to lose his cock in her pussy, so it took a few moment for her to spin around on his cock. He moaned with a chuckle, giving Catherine a nod and smile. She waited till Marlie had settled with her thighs spread over her brother's, all of them pointing to where they were joined, his cock in her pussy, his balls hanging down between his thighs. Catherine moaned at the sight, then recognizing that she would difficulty getting her mouth down to lick Marlie's pussy. He solved that, finding her breasts with his hands and drawing her back down on him. The front of Marlie's pussy was then so easy to find and looked so inviting. Catherine nodded with a hum and moved closer between their thighs. How could she better show her appreciation for all they both had given her, at the same time licking Marlie's pussy and fondling his balls, besides, she loved to lick her pussy almost as much as she loved to suck his cock. But she had done that already, now Marlie's pussy. Marlie's thighs were spread so wide, the front of her pussy so accessible, where it wanted it to be licked still aroused. She had never really seen it like that, and how his stiff cock fit in her pussy. She grasped his balls gently and leaned forward and licked. The siblings both moaned. Kitten Ch. 03 This was so good, she thought, enjoying having them both and tasting how aroused Marlie had been. Her tongue lapped down on the back of his cock. He hummed, and she felt it surge as he rocked his hips up, and Marlie hummed; she had had the right idea and jostled his balls. Marlie reached down and drew her head up. That was good too, that she wanted her to lick her pussy where it was most sensitive; she wanted to make it as good as she could for both of them. With delight, Catherine began to lick and nibble, wondering if she enjoyed licking Marlie's pussy more than she enjoyed sucking and licking his cock. She loved to do that, but knowing how it was feeling for Marlie made that just so good, especially when she heard her moan. She moaned with a nod in response and was delighted that he also had moaned and rocked his hips, moving his cock in Marlie's pussy below where she was licking. She had had such a good idea, arousing Marlie so that her pussy aroused him! And it was so nice to fondle his balls, his sack still loose. She continued with pleasure, aware that her own pussy was feeling aroused again. They were all moaning, louder than they could at night. When she licked down on his cock, and he rocked his hips down, she tasted fresh moisture from Marlie and wondered how wet her own pussy was. She lapped back up and heard Marlie's growling moan. Cathy knew why; she knew just how what her tongue was doing felt for her, and he gave a pulsing moan and began to rock his hips slowly. Then Marlie's pulsing moan suggested how good it was feeling to be fucked and have her pussy licked at the same time. Cathy was delighted at the success of her suggestion, not, however, without the thought that they had to do it to her in return. But for them now. Oooh, his sack was drawing up. That was good, but she had to make sure Marlie was also about to have her orgasm. She didn't have to worry about that. His sack was a tight ball, and he began to rock his hips and fuck as fast as he could, bouncing Marlie's ass, making it difficult for Catherine to keep her mouth on Marlie's pussy. She was gasping and whimpering, like Catherine had never heard her before. Then Marlie's body convulsed, and she cried out something in French that Catherine didn't understand. Her brother was also gasping, still fucking, and then grunted loudly, when his hips thrust up harder, and grunted again and again each time they did, as Marlie whimpered as though she were in pain. With a groaning sigh, he stopped fucking. Marlie pushed Catherine's head back, as she collapsed on him. Catherine licked her lips, suddenly realizing that her hand cupped around his balls was all wet. She released them and licked her hand. Yes, Marlie's pussy juice when she had had a really good orgasm. She felt her own pussy, also very wet, but it didn't taste as sweet as Marlie had. She sat back on her heels and watched them recover, again having her thought that the siblings had to make it as good for her. She hadn't fucked him yet, but would he, could he want to fuck her after she had sucked his cock and he had fucked Marlie? She stared between their four thighs and chuckled; his balls were now hanging down so far in his very loose sack, and his cock wasn't as thick as it had been, but it was still in Marlie's pussy, which now also didn't look like it had before she started to lick it. When would his cock flop out? Oh, when it did, it would be like when she had started to suck after he and Marlie had fucked, tasting of them both. She chuckled again; this time she wasn't going to be surprised how it tasted, and she wanted to taste it and also lap up Marlie's pussy. The siblings raised their heads to look at her after her chuckle, but she was watching his cock slip out from their slight movement and flop down. Yes, it looked slimy. She quickly stooped down and got in her mouth, hearing them chuckle, as she slavered her tongue around his soft cock. Then she felt a drop on her nose. Marlie's pussy too. She crossed her eyes to look at it. She hummed; white drops were oozing out between her pussy lips. She gave his cock a final lick and let it slip from her mouth and lapped them up. She moaned, enjoying that they tasted like when he came in her mouth. She heard them both chuckle again, but didn't look up, just wiping the drop off her nose and licking it up, before she lapped new drops from Marlie's pussy lips, then pointing her tongue and searching for more between them. When Marlie chuckled again, she felt that she almost had to excuse what she was doing, justifying that if he didn't want to fuck her, at least she could enjoy tasting his second orgasm. When she raised her head and licked her lip with an apologetic smirk, he said: "I think we still need to wash a little. And I have to go." "Now that you say so, I do too," Marlie agreed. "Me too," Catherine added, watching him help his sister sit up. They all got up and went to the bathroom. He immediately went to the washbasin, leaving the toilet and bidet for the girls to use. There were chuckles, as they heard each other going. He washed his face and cock and balls, and then each of the girls washed their faces and pussies. With smirks, they returned to the girls' room. He looked at Catherine and said: "I don't know if I can do that again." "I'll just hope so," she replied with a mild smile that didn't reveal how much she appreciated that he had assumed that she would want him to. "After a nap maybe," Marlie suggested, adding: "I hope so; it was so good." She flung back the covers on her bed and lay down, rolling back on her side to leave space for her brother and Catherine. He joined her on his back, holding out his arm for Catherine to join them. She did, liking that his arm under her head drew her closer on her side and slid around to find her breast. Marlie raised her head, inviting his other arm and hand to hold her the same way. When he did, the girls smiled at each other and held hands on his chest. After a minute or two, he remarked softly: "You two do everything together." He didn't say it as a question, but the girls both nodded. Marlie snorted and replied: "That should be obvious now, if it wasn't before." Catherine nodded, squeezing her hand. He squeezed their breasts and murmured: "Oh, of course, you told me the first day." "Surprised?" Catherine asked. "Of course, then, but we wouldn't be here like this if you didn't." "Just out showing Cathy the city," Marlie suggested. "Hm-hmm!" he chuckled: Going out every night until we came home too tired to do anything?" "That would have been unfair to you two," Catherine remarked. Her breast and hand were squeezed in response. She rubbed their hands on his chest. He hummed and replied: "And, I hope, unfair to you." "Hmmm? If I had had any kind of idea of what I would have been missing, but I didn't." Marlie hummed and smirked at her across his chest and remarked: "But now you do, except for what you helped us to do." Her brother nodded with a chuckle and squeezed their breasts again, then hummed and said: "You don't know how good that was." "It sure was!" Marlie added cheerfully. "It sure seemed like it," Catherine agreed, hoping that they both were suggesting that they wanted her to learn how good that had been. "It was," he murmured. Marlie nodded and drew Catherine's hand down his stomach. He hummed softly and squeezed their breasts. Marlie chuckled at his apparent agreement to her moving their hands, and drew them further down. He just squeezed their breasts again. Marlie drew their hands down between his thighs, urging Catherine's to find his soft cock. If she wanted her to, Catherine thought, and let her fingers encircle it. Marlie's fingers slipped further down and gathered up his balls. He chuckled and remarked: "Not much of a nap," and his fingers rubbed their nipples. They all hummed, and their fingers caressed. Catherine's enjoyed how they could play with his soft cock, recalling that she had thought it was a willie, when it was like that and that it was her little peter when it was stiff, but it stayed a willie. Her thighs clamped together, however, in a reflex to what his fingers were doing. Didn't he want it become her little peter, she wondered - hers - to fuck her? She fondled, sliding his foreskin back, but the head of his cock was as small and soft as the rest of it. "Nice, feels good," he murmured, squeezing her breast: "but if you want to, you're going to have to make it want to." "Mmmm! I want it to," she responded, wrapping her fingers around his still soft cock, just a small handful in her fist. "You know how," he replied. Catherine nodded with a cheerful hum and began to move her head down on his chest, but Marlie's fingers slid up from his balls and took his cock from hers, as she complained: "You've done that already; my turn." Catherine wasn't sure that she could trust that Marlie wouldn't want to make him come in her mouth, if she liked that as much as she did, but Marlie didn't let her take his cock from her hand, as she began to move down to suck it. When she remembered that both Marlie and Pierre had understood that she wanted to have her pussy fucked and licked, she accepted that Marlie could make his cock want to, especially when he squeezed her breast and murmured: "Come here and let me make your pussy want to." She felt that it already did, but she moaned and scrambled up over his head, facing where Marlie was moving between his legs. As he guided her hips down on his face, She hummed with soft chuckle, seeing that his cock was already bigger than it had been, when she had been fondling it. Then she hummed encouragingly, when his tongue lapped down between her pussy lips, as she watched the head of his cock disappear in Marlie's mouth. His tongue made her forget about Marlie, even forget about fucking him, until he urged her to raise her hips and murmured: "Enough, Marlie." Catherine's eyes focused again, seeing Marlie nod with a disappointed sounding "uhn-hnn," then raising her head. His cock sprang up, its full, round head glistening purple-pink, wet from her saliva. Cathy moaned at the sight of it and then again, as she immediately remembered that Marlie was going to be licking her pussy. Was she licking her lips with a grin because sucking his cock had been so good, or in anticipation of licking her pussy? He chuckled and slapped her ass gently. "Um-hmm!" she agreed cheerfully and began to move down his body, liking his friendly urge, suddenly thinking it was slapping the haunch of a horse to make it move forward. More, she appreciated that he had remembered that they were supposed to fuck; he wanted to too, more than he wanted just to have his cock sucked, however good or better Marlie did that. Marlie had grasped it, waiting to help it find her opening. Catherine sank down on it with a long moan, enjoying hearing his and Marlie's moans, Marlie's shorter one, that sounded more like cheerful empathy than arousal. How could she have forgotten that they wanted to fuck, she wondered, feeling her pussy contract and his cock twitch. His hands found her breasts and drew her back down on him. She drew her knees up, waiting for Marlie to lick. "Uhmm-hm-hmmm!" Marlie was! Cathy envisioned that her seeing her aroused, moist pussy had been just as invitingly attractive as Marlie's had been for her. But now she couldn't see it; her tongue was all over it, also licking down on her brother's cock. Catherine didn't have to urge it to return to licking where she most wanted to feel it. That was always so good and made her pussy contract, but now so much better with his cock in it and feeling it surge in response. He moaned with a chuckle and aroused her nipples. Had he chuckled because he knew this was just the beginning, that he was going to be able to enjoy it this way longer after his previous orgasms? She wasn't sure she wanted hers to wait, could want it to wait; it was feeling so arousing to have her pussy licked so good with a cock in it. She tried to relax, but Marlie's tongue and his cock and fingers wouldn't let her pussy stop squeezing his cock. It twitched in response, but his hips didn't twitch. She tried to distract herself, wondering if Marlie was also fondling his balls, but thinking about them and recalling how it had been to be licking her and fondling his balls was also arousing, but not nearly as arousing as having his cock in the clutches of her pussy and feeling Marlie licking and nibbling and sucking where she was most sensitive! Too arousing! Nothing could be too arousing, but if he couldn't come yet? Her pelvis was twitching up and down. It was going to happen - her orgasm! She couldn't restrain it. With a loud, pulsing groan, she felt it start, and her body convulsed! She heard Marlie moan and felt her nod, as her tongue lapped down. Yes, she also wanted to taste her pussy juice, but then her tongue was back arousing her. Catherine whimpered at the unanticipated renewal of her arousal, that made her pelvis twitch again. This was too much! She whimpered, but it still felt so good! Oh, he had also been moaning, but now louder, and his hips were also twitching, moving his cock in her pussy. Could she stand it, the continuing arousal until he came?! He clutched her breasts and began to fuck, groaning and gasping as his hips rocked up as hard and fast as they could. She gasped between her whimpers, clenching her eyes shut at the almost unbearable sensations in her pussy, as her hips tried to rock down to meet his and help his cock plunge as deep as it could in the quick contractions of her pussy. "Fuck! Fuck!" she cried out, only aware of her English expletives when she heard them, too late to worry about that; they were, and she was coming again, and he grunted and grunted again. Thank God! He was also finally coming! Had she really felt his cock spurt in her pussy, or just knew that it had? They both groaned deeply and lay still, his hands just cupped around her breasts, as they sighed with long moans. She felt her pussy contract again, but his cock didn't respond. Just as well, she thought, confirmation that he had had his orgasm. For a long moment, she had no other thoughts, then remembered Marlie, still down between his legs. Was she also waiting to taste them both, like she had? She consciously squeezed his cock again, and it slipped out. He chuckled and squeezed her breast, then chuckled again with a hum; Marlie was. A few moments later, Catherine felt her tongue lap up the length of her pussy, then again, and heard her hum. Catherine found her tongue and remarked: "You like that as much as I did." "Um-hmm!" came her cheerful agreement: "Both of you at once, that must have been good." "You know it was," he replied, adding: "better than anything just the two of us can do." "Sorry about that," Catherine remarked and raised her head to smile at Marlie, adding: "And a lot better than what we can do." "Um-hmm, for sure," Marlie agreed, licking her lips and returning her smile. "You two! What a team, with me or just alone," he remarked with a chuckle, urging and helping Catherine to sit up. They all chuckled, nodding. Catherine reached down and fondled his soft, wet cock and turned her head to give him a smirk. He suggested they wash again, and they did, smirking and chuckling. When they returned to the room, Catherine asked if they still had time to go out. Marlie and Pierre immediately agreed that that was a good idea. They got dressed again and straightened up the beds and got their coats and went out, deciding to find a bistro for a drink. With a glass of wine, they silently toasted each other with smiles, then smirking, Catherine asked them what else they could tell her about St. Denis cathedral. The siblings wracked their brains, eventually recalling features of the building and the many royal graves - with a second glass of wine. Catherine insisted on paying, and they returned in good spirits, just smirking a last time before Pierre opened the door. It was good that they had gone out, since the siblings' mother was already home, pleased to hear about their supposed outing and hear Catherine's description of what she had supposedly seen. That evening, she prepare a better dinner, since Pierre had to return to his unit the next day. When the evening with the parents got longer, the three of them silently nodded in agreement that they not try to top their afternoon's experiences. The girls even went to sleep in their individual beds, but not without whispering about how good the afternoon had been, exchanging their impressions of how it had been for each of them. In the early morning, however, when they discovered that they both were awake, they chuckled and teased each other about which of them wanted more to be in the other's bed. Catherine lost - or won - joining Marlie. When Pierre later knocked to say that the bathroom was free, they hurried to open the door and kissed him goodbye the way they couldn't in front of his parents. After a good breakfast, he again in his uniform, they all said goodbye with the usual cheek kisses. It was Saturday and Marlie's parents insisted that Catherine should see Chartre cathedral before the girls returned to their finishing school in Switzerland the next day. They had a very enjoyable day's outing and a restaurant dinner with more courses than any Catherine had ever had. Back in Paris, they had a light supper, and the girls said that they had to pack for their early start Sunday morning. After saying good night to Marlie's parents they returned to her room. When they realized that they were both immediately taking off their clothes, they shrugged with chuckles and agreed that it was practical to be able to pack their used underwear first, in shoes and corners of their suitcases. While they packed, naked, they reviewed their days - more nights - with Pierre. Marlie remarked how good it had been that Catherine had fit in so well with her and her brother. Catherine had to smirk and replied that he had fit in so well. They had to stifle their laughter. With more such bantering, they continued to pack. When they were taking clothes from the closet, they just rubbed shoulders at first, but then started to fondle each other's ass, humming. When they were getting their last piece in the closet, Marlie's hand slid up from Catherine's bottom and found her breast. Catherine nodded and found Marlie's with her hand. They both hummed and embraced, naked breasts together. They hummed again and kissed, their tongues finding each other. They turned back to the room and tossed their clothes at their suitcases. "Got to go first," one of them remarked, and they hurried to the bathroom, ignoring that Marlie's parents might have been able to see them naked. They both used the toilet, without washing. They had tasted each other before that way. They were more careful about returning to the room. Marlie checked that her parents weren't in the hall, and they hurried back, humming again, as she closed the door. They fell into bed together, head to foot, head to pussy, drawing up their thighs. With moans, they drew the other's hips closer and buried their faces between her thighs. It could only have been better with Pierre's cock, but it was as good as they could without it. Catherine thought it was better than it ever had before with Marlie, feeling that her pussy had learned a higher level of arousal from having been fucked by his cock. As they were still lying like that, recovering, she remembered that they had called their pussies "kittens" and that she had wanted to think of his cock as her "little peter." She chuckled at the thought that she liked it better as "big cock," but that "kitten was still a nice expression for hers and Marlie's pussies - when it wasn't being fucked. Kitten Ch. 03 She turned around on the bed and embraced her After a well returned kiss, she murmured: "I just love your kitten." "And yours, too, if we can't have my 'little brother'." "My 'little peter', but for the last couple of days, I've just been thinking of it as his big cock." "Mmmm! Me too, now with you here; don't need an excuse for a euphemism for it - my brother's big cock." "Don't for our pussies either, not after he called them that, but I still like "kitten," mine and yours." "Especially yours." "And yours," Catherine replied, and they hugged and kissed again. In the morning, although they were still in bed together, they got up and took separate showers and dressed for their trip back to Switzerland. After breakfast, both parents accompanied them to the station to catch their train. Catherine thanked them profusely for their hospitality, and they replied how nice it had been to have her as a guest and that she had gotten along so well with Pierre. If they only knew, she thought, hoping she wasn't blushing, as she replied that he was very nice and that she had enjoyed meeting him. She almost had said something about how much she had enjoyed his company, but that would have been too - much too - close to the truth. During their train trip back to Switzerland, the girls had to exchange glances and veiled smirks and soft hums about how they had spent the week over New Year's day with Marlie's brother and each other. Back in their finishing school, they couldn't be together in one's or the other's room as often as they wanted, certainly not sleeping together all night. To be continued: Kitten's week with her father.