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.