Chapter 5

Paris said nothing; as much as she loved her father, she knew he tended to favor her brothers. Some men were like that; they saw a son as an extension of themselves.

“Ayshire and myself; we loved our father, how could we not? He was our father, our big strong father,” Moisette said, again looking through Paris. “We would sing and dance and play the piano; Henri Michael loves the piano; come, I will show you…”

Moisette got to her feet and approached the grand piano. She flipped the lid up and exposed the piano keys. Paris stood next to the piano and watched Moisette’s hands poise above the keys for a moment. Then with a fluid grace, Moisette played a piece of Mozart. From there, she launched into a Shubert piece. Paris stood, eyes transfixed on Moisette’s beautiful face as the woman played the notes of a haunting passage.

“But it is of no use; he does not see us, he does not hear us,” Moisette admitted and dropped the lid over the keys with a loud clatter.

“I see you,” Paris whispered, sitting on the bench next to Moisette. “I hear you.”

“Do you?” Moisette asked, voice hardly a whisper. “Do you, dear Paris?”

Moisette’s lips brushed Paris’s lips. The two women looked at one another for a long moment. Moisette again kissed Paris, then abruptly swiveled off of the piano bench and returned to the couch, to her glass of wine. She emptied the glass and returned to the bar.

“Ayshire tells herself, it is because we are girls. If we were not girls, we would have our father’s approval,” Moisette said, filling her glass again. “She throws herself into being the boy, the son that our father will approve of.”

Paris sat on the couch and waited. A moment later, Moisette again perched on the couch, sitting on her right leg, right hand extended toward Paris, resting on the back of the couch.

“Rose Seraque gives Henri Michael another son, Paul Michael Seraque,” Moisette said, sipping her wine. “This, of a matter of course, pushes myself and Ayshire further away from our goal; winning our father’s love and approval.”

Paris watched as Moisette’s eyes began to fill with tears. Moisette turned and glanced at the photograph of herself and her beloved twin; two four year old girls having a grand adventure astride an unconcerned bull.

“And my Ayshire, my beloved sister, my half, she is half of me, I shall have her with me forever,” Moisette mumbled, her tears spilling freely. “She finally has our father’s attention. She…”

Paris sat and waited. Several long moments passed. Finally, Moisette twisted from her scrutiny of the photograph and looked at her guest.

“It was I, I am the one that discovered my Ayshire, the belt looped around her neck,” Moisette whispered hoarsely.

Paris gasped. Moisette’s eyes focused on Paris’s horrified face and nodded somberly.

“It is my twin’s suicide that finally awakens our mother,” Moisette said. “She says to our father she is tired, she is finished, she will no longer be satisfied with his anger and his neglect. It is simply too unfortunate for our father, there was no pre-nuptial agreement. How could there be? When they married, they only had the money our mother brought into the marriage.”

Paris saw a satisfied little smirk crease Moisette’s face. After another sip of her wine, Moisette leaned over and prepared another cracker for herself.

“She takes half of Henri Michael’s money with her when she leaves, returns to Texas. Henri Michael demands, she will leave Anthony Michael and Paul Michael with him. Rose says that is fine but she will take his daughter, his only living daughter.”

Moisette chewed her food then sipped some more wine. Again, she prepared some more food and chewed it slowly, thoroughly.

“I am a pawn; neither mother nor father truly want me, but they do not want the other to have me. Back and forth it goes. Summers in Canada, Winters in Texas, always a guest, never a resident. I decide I will go to Missouri River State; it is away from, apart from my mother and my father. And when I am in college, my mother, she has the cancer, bile duct cancer. And she does not fight it, she simply allows the cancer to take her; she is now with our Ayshire,” Moisette said.

“Oh, oh Moisette!” Paris cried out.

“I, I did cry,” Moisette confessed, accepting Paris’s hug of sympathy. “But everything, everything my mother had? Is now mine.”

Gently, Moisette extricated herself from Paris’s hug. She smiled softly at Paris, gently touching Paris’s face with her fingers. Then Moisette took another sip of her wine.

“In college, I, I am alone. And I meet Kimberly. Kimberly is not just a roommate, she is a friend,” Moisette said quietly, placing her empty wine glass onto the low table. “She knows I am not the poor college student; I have money. But Kimberly? She is a true friend. She does not say, ‘oh, you must buy me this, oh please buy me that.’ She is a true friend, a real friend.”

“See, that’s the Kimberly I know,” Paris enthused. “Everyone’s all like ‘why are you friends with her?’ and I try to tell them but…”

“Oh, I am sure Kimberly has rubbed some the wrong way,” Moisette tittered. “In classes? She would…”

Looking at the platter of cold cuts and cheeses and crackers, Paris realized they’d eaten most of the food. She and Moisette reached for the last broccoli floret and both laughed at their light tussle over the vegetable.

“You must take it; you are the guest,” Moisette conceded, smiling at Paris.

Moisette dipped the floret into the dill sauce then brought the floret to Paris’s lips. The two women looked into each other’s eyes as Paris opened her mouth and accepted the floret. Still looking into Moisette’s eyes, Paris chewed slowly, then swallowed.

Moisette brought her face to Paris’s face. Leaning closer, Moisette and Paris both closed their eyes and brought their lips together.

“Mm,” Moisette purred as their lips pressed firmly together.

“Mm,” Paris agreed, heart hammering loudly in her chest.

“I, oh…” Moisette sighed, her hand tracing Paris’s cheek.

Moisette pressed her lips to Paris’s lips again, then opened her mouth slightly. Paris opened her mouth and softly stuck her tongue against Moisette’s lips. Moisette opened her mouth further and accepted Paris’s tongue.

The first time Paris had ever tongue kissed a boy, she had thoroughly enjoyed the illicit, erotic sensations caused by touching a tongue with her own tongue. Since that birthday party, Paris had tongue kissed Mark and Vincent, and of course Tommy.

This kiss, however, was more than just illicit and erotic. Touching Moisette’s tongue with her own tongue was sensuous, exciting, even naughty. Moisette’s tongue was soft, inviting. There was no urgency or haste to this kiss.

“Mm!” Paris moaned loudly as she felt Moisette’s left hand leave her shoulder and trace around her right breast through Paris’s blouse.

“Mm,” Moisette agreed as her hand gently cupped Paris’s breast through the material of Paris’s blouse.

“Mm!” Paris shuddered as Moisette’s thumb teased Paris’s nipple through her blouse.

“Mm, oh, oh my God,” Paris shivered as Moisette’s mouth trailed to Paris’s throat.

“I, may I?” Moisette asked, voice a hoarse whisper as she tugged lightly on Paris’s blouse.

“Mm hmm,” Paris moaned.

“I, you, your body, oh I am in love,” Moisette enthused as she removed Paris’s blouse.

Paris wrapped her bare arms around Moisette and brought her mouth to Moisette’s mouth. Paris could feel her nipples rasping against the gauzy material of Moisette’s halter top. Her already quite hard nipples tightened, becoming almost painful as they rubbed against the coarse fabric that covered Moisette’s breast.

Through the gauzy fabric of Moisette’s top, Paris could feel Moisette’s own nipples rasping, rubbing back and forth over Paris’s round breasts. Under her arms, Paris could feel the other woman’s smooth flesh, could feel the other woman’s warmth. Paris relaxed her embrace and began to gently rake her fingertips, then her fingernails along Moisette’s spine.

“Mm, I, oh Paris,” Moisette moaned into Paris’s mouth. “I, oh, it is so hard, so hard to think, I…”

“So don’t think,” Paris gently whispered.

“Right,” Moisette declared. “Do not think. Act. I will take action. I must act.”

Moisette stood and pulled Paris to her feet. With another soft kiss, Moisette pulled Paris from the library. Hand in hand, the two women approached the staircase. Moisette let out an excited little giggle as she pulled Paris up the stairs.

Moisette pushed on a large door and pulled Paris into a bedroom. The room was large and wide. Paris could see a single lamp on a low table next to a large canopy bed. The curtains of the canopy were tied back on the side next to the lamp, affording someone access to the bed itself.

There was a fireplace in the room and in front of the fireplace was a leather loveseat. On either side of the loveseat, at forty five degree angles were two leather wingback chairs. An armoire stood next to the large door, and on the opposite side of the bed from the fireplace and seating was a low dresser.

Moisette pulled Paris toward the bed. Pausing next to the bed, Moisette kissed Paris’s lips and reached back. Paris watched as the gauzy top of Moisette’s harem outfit fluttered then parted, affording Paris a glimpse of Moisette’s perfectly rounded breasts, her dark red areolae and stiff nipples. Flinging the top to the floor, Moisette kissed Paris again, then pushed Paris to sit on the soft bed.

Paris let out a sigh as Moisette kicked her slippers off, then slid the harem pants down. Moisette’s hips were round and her legs were slightly plump. Her flesh was pale, making the rusty red triangle of fur look dark.

“I, do, do you like?” Moisette asked as she now stood, nude in front of Paris.

“I, you, you are so beautiful,” Paris breathed, mouth suddenly dry.

“Oh, you are just saying that!” Moisette happily accused, then bent and kissed Paris’s lips.

Paris felt her skirt and panties being removed. Paris felt herself being eased onto the bed. Paris looked up into Moisette’s beautiful green eyes as Moisette hovered above her. Lowering her face, Moisette closed her eyes as her lips sought Paris’s lips. Paris could feel Moisette’s weight slightly pressing against her flesh as Moisette poised herself on her right arm.

“Mm,” Moisette moaned into Paris’s mouth as they kissed.

“Mm,” Paris moaned into Moisette’s mouth as the fingers of Moisette’s left hand traced over Paris’s right nipple.

Moisette’s mouth left Paris’s mouth and travelled to Paris’s sensitive throat. Moisette suckled for a moment and Paris worried about Moisette leaving a hickey or passion mark for Tommy to discover. But Moisette’s wet mouth travelled away from Paris’s throat to Paris’s shoulder and again, Moisette’s mouth suckled lightly for just a moment.

“I, you, you are so beautiful,” Moisette whispered as she wetly kissed from Paris’s shoulder to Paris’s left nipple.

“Mmng! Augh!” Paris groaned as Moisette’s wet mouth sucked hard on Paris’s left nipple.

While her mouth teased and pleasured Paris’s left nipple, Moisette’s fingers continued to toy with Paris’s right nipple. Moisette rolled herself more fully onto Paris’s prone body as she pulled her mouth from Paris’s left nipple and kissed her way over to Paris’s right nipple.

Moisette’s left hand traveled down from Paris’s right nipple, over Paris’s concave belly. Paris shuddered as Moisette’s wet, warm mouth suckled on her right nipple. She shuddered as she felt Moisette’s fingernails gently rake over her taut belly.

“Mm oh God,” Paris moaned as Moisette’s fingers traced over Paris’s sprigs of carrot orange hairs.

Paris tried to part her legs but Moisette’s body was leaning against Paris’s left leg. So Paris moved her right leg closer to the edge of the bed. She gasped and groaned as Moisette’s fingers traced along Paris’s puffy inner lips.

“Mm, ack!” Paris cried out as Moisette’s fingers thrust into Paris’s wet sex.

Sucking on Paris’s left nipple, Moisette thrust two fingers into Paris, while her thumb mashed against Paris’s clitoris. Leaving Paris’s nipple, Moisette brought her mouth to Paris’s lips and sucked a kiss from Paris while fingering Paris’s sex.

“Your hands, use your hands on me,” Moisette whispered as she brought Paris close to orgasm.

Hesitantly, Paris brought her hands up and first touched Moisette’s beautiful face. Beneath her fingertips, Paris could feel Moisette’s pleased smile.

Paris felt Moisette’s smooth skin, felt Moisette’s soft lips as she gently touched Moisette.

“Mm,” Moisette cooed and pressed her lips to Paris’s lips.

Paris trailed her hands from Moisette’s face to Moisette’s throat, then shoulders. Moisette’s skin was smooth, warm to the touch. Paris could also feel some softness underneath the skin. Moisette was not fat, but she was soft. Moisette’s musculature was that of a woman that did very little physical labor.

“Oh, you, your touch is so, your touch is such a loving touch,” Moisette enthused as Paris’s hands explored Moisette’s biceps.

“Mm hmm,” Paris whispered and kissed Moisette’s lips.

Paris continued her tactile exploration, now trailing her fingers from Moisettte’s shoulders to the tops of Moisette’s breasts. Moisette sucked in a breath as Paris dragged her fingers over Moisette’s tightly crinkled areolae and rock hard nipples. Continuing her gentle touches, Paris hefted each breast, pressing her thumbs against Moisette’s nipples. Paris thrust her tongue into Moisette’s mouth as her thumbs manipulated Moisette’s nipples.