Thread: Maid for You [Prince of Smut & YellowSmoke]

IMG150x112 La Lavoisier Ellie pulled the hem of her sundress up and over her head, exposing her slender, nubile form to her sister with a casualness that left La delighted. Clearly her sister had no qualms about acting the way they used to and certainly underwear was nothing to be embarrassed about.Ellie had a similar build as La, but with smaller breasts and less curves. It was the skinny body of a girl still growing into a woman, but quickly now. Ellie's simple white bra and panties weren't the most flattering underwear, but La still found her eyes wandering down Ellie's figure with a little too much interest as Ellie leaned over the bed to grab the stockings. With a sudden, strangled gasp, La realized that the embarrassing thrill of anticipation she had felt at the prospect of seeing Ellie undress hadn't gone away. Instead, the thrill had transformed into a voyeuristic enjoyment of the show that was unfolding! To La's horror, her body was reacting to the sight of her half-nude sister in a decidedly un-sisterly fashion. Her heart was beating quickly, hammering in her chest like at trapped animal, and she could feel a tingling warmth spreading through her body. But most disconcerting was the heat she felt between her legs, a heat that she knew by now was the wrong sort of feeling to have towards anyone that wasn't your husband. And definitely not towards your sister! La was mortified and had to fight to appear herself as Ellie continued trying on the uniform. Were her fingers shaking as she helped Ellie pull on the stockings? Did she enjoy the touch of her sister's thighs too much as she tested the hold of the elastic at their tops? And was that relief or regret when Ellie finally pulled the black dress over her and covered the skin that seemed so tantalizingly near? Y-yes, I think we should go shopping, La said as Ellie examined herself. It does appear a bit too loose and the dress should be taken in. La's tongue felt thick and it was almost difficult to speak now. Her mind was roiling in a mix of excitement and shame that she was still struggling to parse. It was true that La had never really liked men. She'd known that from an early age and the one 'experience' she had with them early in her maid career was a bitter enough memory to have soured her on the sex almost completely. She felt lightheaded as the hidden, unspoken truth crept into her thoughts like some terrible monster rearing its head. Women had always been more... interesting. Her gaze had always lingered on the elegant ladies of the households she had worked with, her fellow maids, and even women on the streets. Of course, she'd always thought she was interested in their hair, their clothes, their make-up, or even their grace, but she couldn't deny that they held her fancy more than a handsome man. And then there were the maids she had worked with, some close friends of hers, others more distant, and she blushed thinking about some of the strange thoughts she'd had about them as she drifted to sleep. Thoughts returned unbidden to her as well of her childhood with Ellie, the things they had done in childish play. Those kisses, they had been play? Exploration, right? But to have these adult thoughts now with, of all people, her sister ... was she a monster? I-i wasn't nervous here, La answered, swallowing and composing herself while giving Ellie a smile and squeezing her sister's shoulder lightly. For my first job, when I was younger than you, I was terrified, quaking in my shoes. But don't you worry, this is a nice household and I'll show you around. Let's go out now, just remember to keep pulling up your stockings, and I'll show you around and explain our duties. La led her sister from the room, exhaling deeply once her face was turned and urging herself to appear unperturbed. Resolutely, she told herself that the strange burst of emotion she had just felt was some lingering effect of not seeing Ellie in so long, an overflow of their past intimacy. Her mind not used to having a loved family member with her again. What she had felt was a strange yearning caused by her loneliness, nothing more. Right? IMG150x178 Florent Guillory Mimi, said Florent with a soft sigh, There is never a right time for a party. Why don't you treat this as something to keep you occupied? To make you happy again? I'm going to the parlor to have a drink. He frowned at his silent wife and then shrugged, turning to exit their room and head downstairs. Thoughts of his wife's moodiness had him in a bad mood, but once in the parlor he fixed up a gin with some tonic water, a lime and a couple ice cubes and relaxed on one of his leather chairs with the afternoon paper. Soon, she was forgotten as he lost himself in reading. A curious article about a local girl who had won a musical scholarship to the Sorbonne caught his eye. She looked hardly old enough for University and his thoughts drifted towards Ellie. Her bright smile and light dress were burned in his mind and he found himself wondering idly when he'd see her next. At that moment, the door to the parlor opened and La entered with a slight curtsey and Pardon. Florent waved her in casually and felt his heart skip a beat as Ellie entered behind her. Still as youthful as before, but glowing to his eyes with a seductive ripeness despite the drab maid uniform she wore. It was too big on her, with stockings that seemed to be sliding down her thin calves. Absurb, but very fetching for some reason.