Sisterhood - Temptation Ch. 17

The room that she entered was similar in style and in layout to the other rooms Katharina had seen in the house, such as the guest rooms, and Vera's apartments. There was the familiar high, wood-beamed ceiling, the floorboards covered in thick rugs, the scatter of mismatched antique furnishings, dressing tables, desks, armchairs and couches. But this room was noticeably bigger. It was both wider and deeper. The tall far window was much further away, and was divided into three arches, each with its own pair of thick red curtains. On the left and right the curtains were closed, but in the center they were wide open. Katharina looked out into darkness, and could just make out the moonlight on the far mountain ranges to the north of the house.

"Wow," Mari turned from where she stood on the large oval rug in the center of the room, "Fancy!"

Katharina stepped forward warily, "So new girl, what drew your whimsy to this particular room that you've presumably never been in before?"

Mari shrugged, "Just wanted to explore. Door was open."

Katharina took a second look around as she walked forward to join Mari. Other than its grander size, there was something about the room that even in her first impression gave it a distinctly different character from the guest rooms. It looked more cluttered. It was still very clean as far as she could see, and more or less tidy. But whereas the furniture in the guest rooms had been conspicuously bare, here the surfaces of the desks and dressing tables were scattered with small objects. There was a heap of vials and bottles of perfume or other cosmetic stuffs on one of the dressers, a few items of clothing lay draped over the backs of chairs, and there were some papers on one of the desks. Unlike the guest rooms, the place looked as if somebody actually lived here.

"Mari," Katharina drew a slow sigh of trepidation, "Whose room are we sneaking into?"

"I don't know," Mari put her fingers to her lips and pressed them into her mischievous smirk, "It looks really grand though, doesn't it? Maybe it belongs to... one of those important senior girls you were talking about."

Katharina groaned, "Seriously? Are we allowed in here? I don't mind you getting me in trouble, but not Ivy, please."

Behind her, Katharina heard the other two girls entering.

"What?" said Ivy.

"Wow, nice!" Josephine enthused, "This your room?"

"Nothing. Never mind," Katharina scowled at Mari, "I was just wondering where we are. No, this isn't our room."

"Oh," said Josephine, "Whose is it, then?"

On a second dressing table beside the one with all the make-up and perfumes, Katharina saw a few picture frames standing in a little semicircle. Holding Mari's gaze, she walked over. Then she bent to examine them.

She groaned, "Oh, I see."

The first two frames held an old monochrome photograph of a plain, very young-looking woman with dark hair, followed by another of a somewhat older man with a thick mustache, neither of whom Katharina recognized. But in the next photograph the two sisters standing with their arms over each other's shoulders were immediately familiar. Though it looked a little faded, the photograph must have been taken within the last several years. Anna looked exactly as Katharina recalled her from their encounter at the bar. She was dressed likewise elegantly, and wore the same blazingly confident smile. Miriam looked perhaps a little younger than she was now, and was more conservatively dressed, in a long skirt and a woolen cloak. But her expression was the same. Cheerful, yet timid, with squinting eyes. Their older sister Lisa was shown in a separate photograph, from the bust upward only, a serene smile on her face.

"You know the girl who lives here?" Mari asked innocently.

"Mari," Katharina sighed, "Does Anna allow you to bring other girls to her chambers? What if she comes by?"

"Who's Anna?" Mari replied. Then she looked and seemed to notice Katharina's stern stare, and added hurriedly, "But... I did hear, while gossiping earlier with some other girls who live here, that this clique of pompous head girls happens to be having a very long and very boring meeting right about now, in a far off part of the house."

"I see," Katharina said slowly.

Ivy looked around, seeming somewhat confused, "Katja, this is Anna's room? Like, legs-to-die-for Anna?"

Katharina turned and raised her eyebrows at Mari, deflecting the question her way.

"Who knows?" Mari shrugged, "Nice though, huh?"

Josephine clutched Ivy's arm, laughing, "Well, if Ivy thinks she has legs to die for, we should definitely wait until she gets back."

"Was just a quip," Ivy grumbled.

"So," Josephine's laughter trailed off into a giddy chuckle, "We going to explore? Does this Anna like to wear sexy clothes? Where's her bedroom?"

Mari's mouth fell open in an excited gasp, "What a great idea Jo! Let's go to her bedroom and try on all her clothes!"

Hearing the two dmurrhisi girls talking to each other with such excitement, Katharina began to wonder whether Josephine was deliberately fueling Mari's mischief, whether the two of them had perhaps conspired together just before. She had a certain sensation that she was being made fun of, albeit affectionately.

Katharina looked around the room once more. As in the guest suites, there were doors leading away from the main chamber in the walls to the left and right. The guest suites typically had four adjoining rooms, but here there were six. Katharina smiled to herself, then carefully straightened her face, "So Mari, taking a wild whimsical guess, where do you think the bedroom is? Based on your new girl intuition, of course."

Katharina was extremely gratified to see Mari's small body shake and sway in a sudden fit of giggling. Then Mari straightened up abruptly and pointed, "I dunno, maybe... that one."

Katharina narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips as she strode across the room to the door Mari had indicated. It was the furthest one in the left wall. She looked back at Mari as she put her hand on the doorknob and twisted it open.

"Oh," drawled Katharina as she looked inside, "What a lucky guess."

Mari followed, beckoning the other two girls behind her. She stood at Katharina's side and smiled, "Maybe they're all bedrooms."

Katharina stepped into the adjoining room, fumbled at the wall for a lightswitch, found one, and flipped it on. The room was lit by tall standing lamps in each corner, which aimed a muted yellow light up at the ceiling. It was narrower than the main chamber, but deeper. One of its longer sides was an exterior wall, distinguished by the rough, unplastered stonework and by the several tall windows at regular intervals. In each of the spaces between neighboring windows, with its head to the wall, was an ornate wooden four-poster bed with a canopy and dark gauze curtains, like those that Katharina had seen in Vera's chambers, and in some other parts of the house.

"Woah," Josephine whispered, "How many beds does she have?"

Katharina counted. There were eight.

Josephine stepped forward and set her hand on the post of the nearest bed, "What does anyone need so many beds for?"

"Maybe..." Ivy walked over slowly to join Josephine, "... we might find some answers if we take a look inside one of them."

Josephine chuckled, "Or we might find out that she likes to eat potato chips at night."

"Well," Katharina reached out to part the side curtains of the nearest bed, and turned to Mari, "Shall we take a look inside this one?"

Josephine bounced on her toes and grabbed Ivy by the hand, "Come, Ivy. We can go and investigate one of the others together."

As the other two girls skipped away further down the long chamber, Katharina noticed Mari looking up at her with a mistrustful frown on her face, "Katja, are you trying to get me into bed? I'm not that sort of girl."

"Oh well then," Katharina gave her a wry smile, and let the curtain fall closed, "I suppose we can just go sit on the couch in the other room. Maybe she has a television somewhere."

As Katharina took her first step away, Mari grabbed her hand, scowled and stamped her foot. "Katja," she growled beneath her breath.

Katharina sighed. She was already finding the unspoken and apparently rather arbitrary rules of Mari's game a little frustrating. She still wasn't entirely sure what was expected of her. It seemed perhaps that Mari wanted Katharina to persist in seducing her, while Mari contrived to place obstacles in her path. Which didn't seem particularly fair.

Katharina thought for a moment about how best to steer the game towards a resolution. "Oh no no," she said, "I didn't mean that. Heavens, of course not. I'm no more that kind of girl than you are. I just meant that, well... the beds here are actually precious antiques. Lovers of fine arts and crafts often come to see them, in private visits."

"Oh really?" Mari grinned.

Katharina put her hand on one of the bedposts and stroked the twisting floral relief that was carved into the wood, "Yes, the carvings were made by expert, um... carvers, with ancient methods that are now lost to the world."

"Oh, how romantic!" Mari sidled up to Katharina and admired the bedpost, reaching up to set her hand on it, just next to Katharina's.

"And the canopy," Katharina continued, beginning to warm to the silliness of her own ploy, "It was made by ancient mystical embroiderers. The patterns are exquisite and like nothing else. Come, let me show you." Katharina held the curtain aside once again, and this time Mari peered in.

Mari cooed. Then she swung one leg up onto the bed. The floor of the bed was raised quite far from the floor, and its height was added to by a very thick mattress, and a plush red bedcover. Mari had to lift her leg quite high to get a foothold on the bed, and as she did so she reached to her side and with a gesture that struck Katharina as very deliberate she hitched up the hem of her short thin dress.

"Ooh, I might need a hand," Mari squeaked, stretching upward.

Katharina stared. She was unable to stop herself from doing so. And for a moment she was also unable to act. There between Mari's spread legs was her soft skin. Two thin patches of very trim golden brown hair, a little darker than that on her head, framed the ridges and folds of her bare pussy.

"Oh. Right," said Katharina, shaking herself. She reached out, then dithered, not sure where to put her hand, and finally took hold of Mari's outstretched thigh.

Mari made a show of huffing and heaving as she hoisted herself upward. Katharina pushed her gently up and as she did so, Mari wriggled her hips to one side, letting herself slide over so that her pussy rested just against the edge of Katharina's hand.

"Uh, push, help me up," Mari grunted.

Katharina lifted her arm and felt it take some of Mari's slight weight, and Mari pitched slowly forward onto the bed. Then with a careful twisting grind of her hips Mari pushed back and rubbed herself in a single slow circle against the palm of Katharina's hand.

Katharina felt a cloying warmth as Mari's skin dragged against her palm. It was dry at first, or just slightly sweaty, but then there came a little slick of smooth moisture just before Mari hopped forward and away.

"Whew, I'm up," Mari tumbled over onto her back and patted the bed by her side, "Thanks."

Katharina clambered up after her and laid down, sinking in to the thick bedcover. The curtain fell back into place behind her, and the atmosphere in the bed darkened.

Mari giggled. She turned her head to look at Katharina, then she looked up, "The embroidery. Beautiful."

Katharina examined the canopy of the bed. It was a plain and unembroidered dark green.

"Ah," Katharina stifled a laugh. She stalled, wondering what she could say to maintain the momentum of her ploy. It was already taking quite some effort of imagination to sustain it. She wavered between digging her heels in with the conceit regarding the embroidered canopy, or switching the topic altogether. Not finding anything, she plumped for the former. "Beautiful, isn't it? You know... They say that the patterns are woven from special fibers spun by a rare breed of silkworm."

Mari turned to her and smiled, "Oh...?"

"Yes. And it has a special reflective property that makes it visible only to virgins," Katharina continued, "Once you lose your virginity, a certain chemical in your eyes is no longer produced, and the patterns become invisible."

Mari's face crumpled into a wide, mirthful smile. She threw her head back and laughed. Her fit of laughter was brief but sharp, and so loud in Katharina's ear that it almost hurt. Then Mari fell silent, set her hand on Katharina's chest, and rolled onto her side to snuggle close.

"I see. So tell me, what pattern do you see?" Mari said, still smirking, "If any."

Katharina waved her hand at the canopy, "Oh beautiful swirls and, um, spirals. Sort of Celtic style, you know. I mean, of course, you can see them too, right?"

"Hmm," Mari turned her head and squinted up, "I can. But I don't see those spirals you speak of. I see something completely different. I think you are faking it. You're not a virgin at all."

"Testing for a bluff, huh?" Katharina grinned, "Well, now I know for sure you are lying. Makes sense, a beautiful girl like you has surely had plenty of opportunities to lose her virginity."

"Of course I have," Mari retorted, "But I've only ever done oral and anal. I have been saving myself in a state of purity for marriage."

Katharina let herself laugh out loud, as Mari had done. She could sense herself starting to become giddy. By instinct, she always checked herself whenever she thought she was getting carried away with a flirtatious game or joke, for fear of embarrassing herself or overstepping some boundary of good taste. But it felt here as if it didn't matter.

"Uh-uh," Katharina giggled, "I've heard that frequent oral sex completely eliminates the crucial pigment from your eyes."

"Hah, no wonder you're bluffing then," Mari struck Katharina playfully on the chest with her fist, "You look like the kind of girl who gives blowjobs as a hobby."

Katharina snorted. She smiled at herself in wry amusement, recalling the secret triumph of her encounter in the toilets of the Great Hall. "Well..." she turned and looked at Mari as she spoke, "Maybe just occasionally. But I prefer, um, a different kind of oral sex, so to speak."

Mari lifted herself up on her elbow to look down at Katharina with an expression of poorly-feigned shock, "Katja, you're not saying...? Are you one of those girls who..." she put her hand on her chest and whispered, "Who likes to do it with other girls?"

"Aren't you?"

"Certainly not," Mari cocked her head back in what might have been a passable imitation of distaste were it not for her broad smile, "I am a good Catholic girl. I like big, throbbing dicks only, and even those I will only take in my mouth and my ass."

"Ah, I see," Katharina laughed, "Well... um, about this Sisterhood thing I was talking to you about earlier..."

"Oh Katja, how wicked!" Mari squeaked. She rolled part way on top of Katharina, snuggled downward, and swung her leg over Katharina's thigh, "All this time, I thought we were friends. But all you saw was my pretty face, my sweet mouth, and my petite, sadly-not-quite-titfuckable tits!"

"Er, 'titfuckable'...?" Katharina frowned through her laughter, "I'm not sure you're being entirely consistent here Mari. How would I titfuck you?"

"Shut up," Mari hissed, giggling. She crawled further down and scrabbled at the waistband of Katharina's pants, "I'm going to expose you for the vile sex fiend you are. I bet you're har- um, wet for me right now. How horrible!"

"Well hang on," Katharina grunted, lifting her hips off the bed to let Mari slide her pants down over her legs, "Is that so wicked? I could be, er, wet for you and still like and respect you as a friend."

"Don't be silly," Mari replied hurriedly, her fingers peeling down Katharina's shorts and swimming briefs, "Hey, why do you wear so many layers of underwear?"

"Yes I suppose that must seem surprising to someone who apparently never wears any at all," Katharina giggled.

Katharina could feel the hardness that had been gathering in her dick, still tucked behind her, now straining painfully against the back of her thigh. She spread her legs as best she could against the tight elastic of her pants and underwear now around her knees. She wriggled, and then clenched the muscles of her insides, trying to force a last throb of stiffness out into her dick so as to push it free.

"Wait. Huh," Mari reached between Katharina's legs and slid her hand along the front of Katharina's emerging shaft, prodding at it, "What's... what's this?"

"Ahh, could you just pull it out please," Katharina winced, "That's really uncomfortable."

"Okay," Mari rolled her eyes.

She got to her knees and shuffled back, dragging Katharina's pants and underwear down to her ankles. She pulled them off each foot, taking Katharina's shoes with them, while Katharina tried ineffectually to assist by scrabbling with her toes.

Katharina spread her legs with a sigh. She looked down and watched her dick spring up. It leaned off to one side as it stood, then slowly righted itself as it continued to stiffen in little pulses.

"Thanks, I-"

"What is that?" Mari gasped, opening her eyes wide and putting one hand to her mouth while pointing with the other.

Katharina laughed, perhaps the hardest she had laughed since the beginning of Mari's 'roleplaying' with her. She was shook by a spell of giddiness and had to calm herself and draw several trembling breaths before she could speak.

"What?" Mari looked at her, bemused.

"I'm sorry Mari," Katharina sighed, "I mean, your acting, it's been pretty good. But I've got to be honest, that was just not convincing at all."

"Hey," Mari put her hands on her hips, frowning.

"Sorry," Katharina fought back a resurgent fit of giggling, "I mean, you have seen rather a lot of these before, haven't you?"

Mari's hand darted forward and grabbed the base of Katharina's dick. She waggled it from side to side, letting it slap against Katharina's hips. "Well now you're just being mean," she pouted, "To... To a poor new girl who has probably only ever seen, what... nine dicks?"

Katharina chuckled, "Ever? Or nine in one sitting, you mean?"

"How rude!" Mari let go of Katharina's dick and crossed her arms, huffing, "Is this what your Sisterhood is all about? Bringing girls here to insult them by calling into question their purity and virginity?"

"Oh. No no, of course not," Katharina made an effort to straighten her face. She tried to feel her way back into the role she had assumed earlier, before the sudden ridiculousness of Mari's performance had shaken her out of it, "No, you are unquestionably pure. It's, um..." she cast about her imagination, at a loss for where she should try to take the game next, "You are just so beautiful, and gorgeous, that I cannot resist you, and I'm projecting my desires onto you. I'm so sorry."

"Your desires?" Mari set her hand back on Katharina's dick, began to stroke her palm along the underside, "What do you mean? You mean you want to...? With this?"

Katharina looked up, aware her cheeks were flushing with the warmth of arousal, and that her dick was visibly lengthening under Mari's hand. She swallowed nervously, "Well, if you'd like."

"No!" Mari cried, her voice suddenly a loud shriek, "Never! How dare you?"

Katharina winced as Mari's cry rang in her ears, "Oh, well I-"

"I have to escape," Mari looked about her, turning her head quickly from side to side. She swung aside, clambering off Katharina's legs and rolling down off the edge of the bed, tugging at the curtain, "Before I am ravished. Help!"