Date: Wed, 2 Aug 2000 16:25:56 -0700 From: J. Ocean Subject: 17th summer 15 My Seventeenth Summer, Part 15 I cradled India's head in my arms, whispering in her ear how beautiful she was as I ran my hand along her side. Again, I felt strangely calm and satisfied, even though I myself had received no physical stimulation. Seeing India from this angle, it struck me that she and Julia had some similarities in their features. When I mentioned it to her, she said, "Well of course, we're sisters." "Really?" "Half-sisters, actually. We have the same dad but different mothers. Thing is, our dad had an affair with Julia's mom while he was still married to my mom." "Whoa...so do you guys get along?" "Yeah, we get along fine. My mom deserved it, to tell you the truth. She was really mean to our dad for a long time before he cheated on her. And Julia's mom was so nice. She was Italian, you know." "I didn't." "Actually, this is kind of weird, but...she was our maid at the time. They were sleeping together for a long time, we all knew about it, and my mom sort of looked the other way, cause she hadn't loved my dad for awhile. But when Julia's mom got pregnant, my mom flipped out and disappeared. We never saw her again." "Jeez." "Yeah, we heard from her lawyer, though. I have to say, my mom's a beautiful woman, but she's got some problems. I hope it never happens to me. I'm glad to be here instead of with her." India yawned and stretched, and as she did she glanced at her watch, which was all she had on at that point. "I'd better start getting ready," she said. "Why don't you head back upstairs? Just take two rights and go up the steps." I said OK and walked out as India started rifling through the racks. I negotiated some dark corners and found my way back to the big room, which was quiet and empty. The door to Athena's office was closed, but another door nearer the stage was ajar. Glimpsing through it, I saw Kira. Seated behind a desk, she was masturbating with a purple dildo, panties down around her knees. Apparently the morning's activities had gotten her a little worked up. She spotted me, and we exchanged a look that said a lot; some kind of understanding, mutual recognition, passed between us. As if acting out a script, I approached Kira. Taking the dildo from her hand, I bent her over the desk and commenced to give her a good, solid fucking. I pounded her cunt with the dildo until she reached back and grabbed my hand, bringing it to her mouth and kissing it. "Thanks, Morgan," she said. I needed that." A great wave of peace and contentment passed over me, and I realized: I must be feeling what Kira is feeling. By forgetting to think about my own pleasure, I'd somehow gained an advanced sense of empathy. Giving pleasure had become satisfying in itself. I stepped back and took a seat in the chair on the other side of Kira's desk. Pulling her panties back up, Kira sat back down and lit a cigarette. "Smoke?" she asked. "No, I don't smoke. Thanks." " 'Kay. So what did you like from this morning's show?" "Everything. I mean, the clothes were nice, but I like you three even more. How long have you known Julia and India?" "All their lives. My father was their father. My mother was his first wife." "So you're also a half-sister?" Kira nodded. "My father liked women. A lot. He met my mom in Norway while he was there on business and brought her back here. But when I was five she had kind of a nervous breakdown. She got depressed and homesick and moved back to Norway. They both agreed it was best for me to stay here." "What about India's mom?" "My dad met her while he was still getting over my mom. She was from Tanzania. She was great for a while but then something happened, she turned kind of weird...." "Yeah, India told me." "Then there was Julia's mom, who was an absolute angel. She got sick, though, and she died when Julia was about 10. My dad mourned for a long time over her. He was single for years and the three of us looked after him." "And Athena?" "Athena's our stepmother." "No shit. Where's she from? She's really..." "Yeah, she's quite a specimen. She's half Greek and half Polynesian. My dad met her about four years ago and fell for her immediately. Which is easy to understand. After Dad died, we all kind of comforted each other. We grew very close." Kira paused and looked away, as if replaying images in her head. "We started this business mostly just so we'd have something to do. But it's become a lot of fun. We serve a very elite clientele, and we provide a very personalized service." "So not everybody gets the kind of treatment I've gotten?" Kira smiled. "No, only the ones we really like." This made me think of Madeleine, who was, of course, paying for all this. Had she sampled Chimera's wares at some point? No doubt she had. This sent a pang of jealousy through me, which was silly -- it was probably before I knew her, and anyway here I was doing it myself. "You'd better get going," Kira said. "Athena will be waiting for you." Sure enough, Athena was back in her director's chair, though this time she was wearing a long, flowing white dress. She glanced over her shoulder at me and told me to have a seat. "We're running late," she said, and then the lights went down and the music resumed. The second part of the show was much like the first, except that the outfits were a bit more outrageous and the girls looked a little happier (I gave myself some of the credit for that). At one point, India appeared in the white bodysuit I'd picked out for her; she pressed herself against Julia, who was wearing a skimpy black thong and a gossamer top that cascaded down over her ribs and belly. India wrapped one long leg around her half-sister and the two shared a wet, open-mouthed kiss. Then Athena put down the microphone, stood up, and took me by the hand. She led me through a doorway at the side of the stage and through a little passageway, and suddenly we were backstage. Flashing me a a Cheshire-cat grin, Athena pulled her dress over her head and off. Underneath she had on the crotchless mesh bodysuit I'd seen in the catalog. My heart lept into my throat as Athena grabbed my arm and led me onto the stage.