Madame Couer-Brulant: The Cousins,volume II

“Julia, dear…”

“No, I mean it. And you must admit, it's rather silly. After all, I am young, beautiful, rich, sought after and here I sit in a silly room, doing needlework and I am just plain bored stiff!”

“Are you grieving because of a lost love?”

“Oh, come on…”

“Well it is possible, you know.”

“No, Florentine, as far as my emotions are concerned, I have had my share of entanglements. I gave all the love I had to give to Gaston, Count Saski-and he was not worth it. I have completely forgotten about him. Don Jose I loved, but in a different way. No, it is a feeling of complete emptiness and useless-ness. How about you? Don't you feel the same? After all, it is two years now since you became a widow. Tell me, doesn't this fresh breeze, the smell of young pine and the sparkling sun do anything to you? Doesn't your flesh sometimes ache for companionship? You don't really believe that woman was created to just sit and pine away in loneliness? I sometimes reach the point that I don't care how rich and well respected I am. I am not asking for a big love affair, good heavens, no! But there should be some solution to this problem of physical loneliness, and I don't seem to be able to come up with one. It's driving me completely insane!”

Florentine was quiet for a while, after her older sister's unexpected outburst. Then she said, softly. “You are right, I frequently feel the same way. But don't forget that I have a young child!”

“Oh, I couldn't forget that. But you only have to worry about him during the daytime. Your nights are free while he is asleep. Or do you sleep well, too, by any chance?”

“No, not at all, and you?”

“I have nights that I have to bite into my pillow or I would scream. Often I toss and turn and dream that I am being possessed by a wild and wonderful man. My hand will automatically go to my crotch, helping out my fantasies. The illusion makes me temporary forget the miserable reality, though sometimes my own fantasies frighten me as much as the realities.”

Florentine blushed when she heard her sister talk that way.

“There is no reason for you to blush, dear,” Julia said, “because I have a very good memory.”

“What do you mean by 'very good memory'?”

“I remember a certain slip of the tongue you made the day after your wedding. And good Aunt Briquart had to show you why you were still a virgin, even though you had spent your wedding night. You said, 'But dearest aunt, how could I possibly be a virgin after I have experienced such delights? Surely no one else but a man can give this to a girl?”

“Oh, yes… now I remember. But how come you know about this? Where were you hidden?”

“I was in the other room, admiring your trousseau. The door was slightly ajar and through the mirror I could see what Aunt Briquart did to you as an explanation of how to enjoy the marital delights without any help from a man.”

Florentine blushed deeply. Julia looked at her in a strange way, half smiling, half blushing. Then she threw her arms around her sister's neck and said softly, “Why don't we go to your boudoir, and I will show you how that indiscreet mirror was placed.”

Florentine got up from her needlepoint work and the two sisters went into the room where the Colonel's wife had shown the young Madame Vaudrez the difference between fingering and fucking, And, undoubtedly because they figured that it would be senseless for the mirror to reflect what was about to happen in that boudoir, they carefully bolted the door.

“Fate must be smiling upon you,” Julia said to her sister. “The memories of so many happy hours are soaked up by the walls of your home. You can spend a lifetime dreaming about them. My ecstasies have been experienced in practically every hotel on the Continent.”

“Aren't they buried in your heart? Isn't that enough? Maybe you are right, I don't know. But it seems very unlikely to me that our romantic lives are already at an end. Yours has been romantic from the start and I must admit that quite often I was very jealous of you.”

“Yes, the hours of drunken passion in the arms of Gaston Saski were truly indescribable. But so was the rude awakening!”

“You must forget everything you did not like, and remember only the happiness,” Madame Vaudrez told her sister, trying to get Julia out of her dark mood. “Come here, close to me, little foolish sister of mine, and I will pamper you like a baby.”

And adding her deeds to the words, Florentine pulled Julia closer to her, covering her ears, eyes and lips with tender, passionate kisses. The tender scene was reflected by the mirror opposite the couch.

“Look, Julia, and see how harmoniously your dark hair blends with my blonde,” Florentine sighed.

“You are right,” her sister said, removing combs and curlers deftly from her sister's coiffure. Florentine was equally as adept at unfurling Julia's dark tresses. The dark and the blonde hairs fell down the women's shoulders, and combined into a lovely frame for the two beautiful faces that were hugging one another.

“Ooh, look at the cute birthmark you have here on your neck,” Florentine exclaimed, unbuttoning Julia's blouse, undoubtedly to get a better look at it. She kissed it tenderly. “I never knew you had one there.”

“I know of one that a certain Madame Vaudrez has, but it is very cleverly hidden by two beautiful velvety globes,” Julia said impishly, meanwhile feverishly trying to unhook her sister's bodice.

“Why don't we compare?” Florentine had gotten into the spirit and quickly unhooked her bodice and corset, revealing two marvelously formed breasts. Her sister exclaimed in admiration, “Oh, my! I have never seen such beauties! You are as blonde and gorgeous as I think our Mother Eve must have been. Please let me look at you in the costume she wore before she was tempted by the snake!”

“I would love to do that, but it must be mutual. In our natural costume and before the mirror. Then we can look at one another and take any position we please.”

With this and similar exclamations the two young women had begun to strip. First their bodices, then their blouses fell upon the carpet, quickly followed by their corsets, underwear and stockings.

And the two beautiful female bodies in all their glory stood mother naked before the large mirror. One was the ideal blonde, the other the most perfect brunette.

“Oh, you are so beautiful!”

“You gorgeous creature, you!”

For a moment the two women looked at each other like two wrestlers who are about to start their bout. Julia put her arm around her sister's slender waist, and began to kiss the girl's neck with tender kisses, her lips touching Florentine's soft skin, fluttering like the wings of a butterfly. Florentine shivered with delight and the rosy tips of her breasts began to swell.

“Ooh, look how cute!” Julia exclaimed. “Just wait, you two, and I'll teach you some manners!” She took the tips playfully between her passionate lips and rolled them around, one after the other, in her warm mouth. Florentine sighed happily. Julia's tender kisses slowly became more firm and passionate, her hands cupping one breast and then the other, squeezing firmly while her pearly teeth nibbled the engorged tips. The younger sister was squirming wildly under her strange lover's caresses. Julia picked her up and carried her to the couch.

“I will make you a bet,” Julia said, “that no one has ever done to you what I am about to do.”

“And what's that?”

“Just look in the mirror, dear sister, and you'll see!”

Florentine looked and she saw her sister, kneeling on the floor, while she spread Florentine's thighs with nimble fingers. Her face disappeared into the golden curls of Florentine's crotch, expertly searching for the little tickler.