Thread: So You Want to be a _______ [Temara]

RE So You Want to be a Now it was Kaleb's turn to almost speak up as she rapped at Kaylee's hands, getting an even better look at his sister, and averting his eyes quickly enough, though he was not quite so bothered as she seemed by his state. It also helped him relax a bit... or at least be too caught up in the ongoing lesson to form a good argument or resistance, that Mistress Won immediately launched into more instruction with a hint of familiar sound, like they might have learned with Mei Lee. And so, even unbalanced, he dutifully soaked up the words and digested them, not sure he could entirely follow the rule, but trying for now. He trusted Mistress Won, even if he was feeling all kinds of out of sorts. Only now they were sorta being forced into a bit of hands-on training, too. He'd seen her in very little, and knew that she was getting bustier, but he could have sworn those weren't quite so big the last time they had... Kaleb stood a bit rigid- not down there- but managed to let Kaylee get a good look at a straight-front, still, if a bit too-tense self. She listed off the words and he figured they were getting through it, but wondered what the point of the practice was, aside from maybe getting them comfortable with themselves physically. And then he opened his mouth and fought not to game or feel uncomfortable as she put her hand on his heart. Normally, nothing big. They cuddled plenty. But they'd pretty much never cuddles sans clothes since back when they were young enough that bath time was play time for the pair. He cleared his throat, shifting his eyes away, then sharply back, shifting his feet slightly and looking unsure but trying very hard to do as Mistress Won said as Kaylee cracked a joke and they went on. The poor boy just got a little jolt as her nails slid down further, things reacting and continuing to get a bit more attentive as he was suddenly put on the spot. With Mistress Won already exhasperated. Ah- umm, she- he paused, made himself stop, and after one long, deep breath, expelled the panic. He just had to calm down. Take a little control. Keep to the system, unless he was ready to make a better one. And he might have been a teenager, and by definition arrogant, but Mistress Won was the one in the know here. Right. As a woman. Blue eyes, strawberry-blond hair, fair skin, few freckles, he listed off the same she'd said quickly, moving on, ...slender. But I know she's very fit, and flexible. He realized he was going off knowledge about his sister- not the point. His eyes move downward on her, but he moved them quickly up again. She looks flexible, that's, well, appealing. Her hair is a nice length, tossed a little. Naturally gathers itself there, makes her look just a little wild or, ah, spirited. Why was his mouth feeling so dry right now? Soft face, but not like a doll... it has personality. Pretty, and memorable. Full bottom lip. Long lashes. She, umm, he continued to try and find things about her face, but he was probably by this point receiving a rap and having his hand moved as well. It sort of stopped there, and his throat went dry. And why, exactly, did he have to resist an urge to squeeze? ...soft. Soft skin... ...and soft breasts. Not small... not real big, just... ah, suit her. At least he was starting to feel a little more comfortable with this, slowly. Her... her hips are good. Small waist, strong hips. And, ah. Long. Strong legs. His hand shifted on her breast a bit, still imagining he could feel both their heartbeats in his hand. His eyes rose from there to her face. Supple but strong. Over all I mean. He wasn't quite old enough, dirty in the mind enough, experienced, or comfortable enough to be immediately figuring out why that stuck out so much in his head at the moment.