Translated From The Memoirs Of Caterine DuMont:
(Marseille France, 1926-)
I always find myself thinking about the warm evenings here, how the sun
always coincides with everything that is Marseille…my city of light. It seems enigmatic to me (even
now) that I still sit and wonder about how transcendental night and day is here, and who or what is so
deserving of it all. The nativity of Marseille is so incomprehensible that it seems as if no real sense of
history or literature could ever touch upon how any of it came to be. Lakes, restaurants, mansions; all
of them encamped in an arrogant Mediterranea filled with cyclists and a lively domestic sputter.
It was the middle of May and my house was again enshrined in the comfort of
the season, my parents were both at work and it was just my sister Thierry and I. We had been
waltzing around the house for most of the day, enjoying the gorgeous sun-lit provinces of the narrow
rooms. It was now a little past noon and you could hear Reinhardt’s music from halfway down the
street, my sister in her white summer dress was leaning back on a chair in the kitchen eyeing the
public. The funniest thing about it was that she loved staring at “Luc” most of the time. Luc was a
twenty-year-old boy who took precedent over the produce stand his father owned. Thierry and Luc
had shared glances in the past but nothing ever came of it, but it did seem like everyday she’d be
waiting there with that same dress which always made such a beautiful silhouette of her long and
ostensibly beautiful figure.
I had always imagined what the two of them would think about when they
shared those silent insinuations. Did he ever contemplate pressing her tender thirteen -year-old body
against some cruel alleyway ? Would he eternally be the one to take away that tender little spot
between her legs god had granted her ? I always imagined what their first touch would be like…at
what time would he finally grab her with his veiny hands, already having loosened his thick penis in the
process ? Would it be daytime ? nighttime ? Luc could be the one to separate her from the natural
jurisdiction between her legs; enticing the accent of blood that would travel under his shaft and collect
like a tributary at it’s fleshy base. Her breasts were so tender and delicate that I’d fear they would be
bruised just from the grasp of his fingertips.
Regardless of their intentions, I also wondered about the consequences-would our parents find
a droplet of spent blood ? Would Thierry come home tired and exhausted only to get a beating for
staying out too late ? All I had were honest questions that I kept only to myself . I thought about both of
them all the time, even at nine years old I was allot like my sister…sleek, slender, and almost too
well-developed for my age. I, like Thierry, had short wavy brown hair that was an honest style in ’26
and milky white skin that was very delicate. The exception between us was that she was a little taller
than I was, and her eyes were this diluted shade of sea-green, while mine resembled a shady blue. I
never expressed my admiration for Thierry, but it occurred to me that even if I did, she would be really
nervous, but not disgusted by my audacity.
With some regret in the past, I’ve made attempts to make use of my attraction towards her, in
which some of my own creativity actually kept me from revealing my true feelings about Thierry. When
we ate at the dinner table, I would sometimes extend my hand out when she would leave the table,
ensuring that my hand would graze the velvety flesh of her outer thigh. I remember as early as last
year, we were staying at a hotel in Lyon and I was helping her with her with fitting her stockings
correctly. Our uncle Alain was getting married and she needed the stockings as part of her ensemble.
Just before I got them past her thin little panties, I noticed a small run almost exactly where her labia
would be-“What are you doing !” she shouted after I ran my finger up and down the tiny little nub
emanating from her stocking hole. “What ? I wanted to make sure that there wasn’t a run there!” I
remember saying; regardless, she was angry .
Forbid people even have sex in the 20s ! Even If was suspected of doing anything with Thierry, I
would have been locked up in an asylum for the rest of my life, but at nine years old, It wasn’t like my
sister was the only person I was attracted to. My friend Amandine was a pretty 12 year old girl who
had a mother from some Italian town in Cremona, while her father was a staunch French man. I
remember she had the darkest brown hair I’d ever seen…it was so long and sultry (like her) but
respectively left draping over her pale shoulders. She had golden-brown eyes that seemed to be
colored in such interesting swirls, and was still a little underdeveloped for her age. I remember
meeting her through my mom who was friends with her mother, and sometimes she would stay long
into the night before she had to return home. I always felt so nervous around Amandine because I
always understood my feelings for her. She never gave me a single hint that she liked girls, although I
would state longingly at her shapely little legs.
A week ago she had come over and was acting as if she had the vibrancy of
childhood locked away in her little Italian heart. She was happy about something, but I didn’t understand
what exactly. She and I had started talking about our teachers at school, and had engaged in a tirade
of discussions about my sister and Luc until I saw Thierry herself look out from her slightly opened
bedroom door. Immediately after, Amandine has excused herself and told me she was going to the
bathroom. I walked over to the kitchen wanting to add to the conversation going on between my mom
and hers. After about a half-an-hour I noticed that Amandine hadn’t come back to play, and I was
curious as to what she may have been doing. As I got closer to Thierry’s room I kept hearing these odd
sounds coming from behind the door. I pressed my eager ear against the cold lacquered plane of wood
separating me from whatever splendor lay behind it.. As I listened- short, but increasingly loud bursts of
diluted moans came vibrating through the cedar door, my psyche trembling with fear as the noises
became more audible. It sounded as if Amandine was becoming short of air, and was gasping
dangerously in small quivering bouts.
At one of the highest peaks I concentrated the focus of my eye
on the large keyhole of the door. All I could see was my sister kneeling completely nude between
Amandine’s legs, inserting, her fingers deeply into her fragile little folds. I watched as my panties
became so moist that I could feel little droplets scurry past my inner thigh, and land quietly on the
wooden floor. I wanted to be in there-I wanted reprieve from the horror of having to press my
tender adolescent knees together in order to stop the beat of my young, hairless, pulsating clit. I
needed to stop the translucent little juices from running betwixt my weak legs; I needed something!,,
lord above ! something to prevent my own collective puddles from expanding on the floor.
I went to my room and cleaned myself off, and came back only to find my sister and Amandine
completely dressed and standing in the kitchen. But, Amandine looked like she was ready to explode
with tears. She was quivering as if she didn’t know what had happened, but Thierry was content as
ever. However, before Amandine and her mom left I remember not getting even a wave of goodbye
from my best and only friend at the time. What had my ignorant sister done !!!!??? Despite my anger, I
went to bed that night without rest…my thoughts too insurmountable to keep my mind in some function
of sleep. I wondered if Amandine was upset, as well as my sister ! who might have regretted what she
had done that night. I wondered what the hell I was going through when I was dripping through my
panties. After allot of contemplation, I left my room sometime around midnight to grab a glass of milk so I
could rest easier. The kitchen was engulfed in the indigo moonlight as my bare little feet were sticking
to the wooden floor with every step. However, I made the mistake of dropping the lid from the milk bottle
onto the floor, which created such a profoundly awkward sound. I feared I would have woken up
somebody. As I bent down to retrieve the topper, I felt something whisk under my long nightgown. All of
a sudden I felt someone’s hand come quickly under the back of my cotton panties, and shift the larger
untit of cloth there nearly all the way past the right side of the cold skin of my tender ass. Before I could
turn around , another hand forced my head down on the table and held it there. All of a sudden I felt
two of the most delicate fingers I’ve had come in contact with me had slipped past the delicately tight
porcelain colored folds between my legs. All of a sudden I heard a low sultry voice say:”Listen to me
Caterine ! and listen good! you don’t tell mother or father about what happened earlier got it?” I heard
Thierry’s voice dictate. Without warning, she then plunged her fingers further into my tender
little trap with a stinging force that made my eyes tear. “Understand?” she latter added. “Ok, ok, just let
me go please ! you’re hurting me!” I replied as she took her fingers out of me. “Oh and don’t tell mother or
father about this either, or I’ll take from you what I took away from Amandine!” she later added. My
sister then took her hand off my neck, and all I could see was the indigo light encasing her long naked
body as she walked back to her room.
Now it’s been weeks and since then… I haven’t been upset about any of it for some
strange reason. However I spend all night wondering if my sister would attack me like that again, if
she would even think of granting me the chance to finally take hold of her perfect breasts, her
impeccably round, but curvaceously pointed breasts. I wanted her go farther as well, I want the
stability of knowing that I could feel her pouty French lips on my burning clit. It was coming down to the
time where I would have to tell her how I felt, and literally demand that Thierry show some backbone
and just…..”fuck me” for once.
I had waited for the perfect moment to ambush her and find the right time. Luckily for
me, mother and father were on business in Alsace, and the mood was perfect. My city of light, my own
city had been lit up just as I had expected… it was June now, and the environment around me was
drenched in the same murmur of weekday noises, and trickling sunlight. The air was cool as I expected,
and there would only be thirty more minutes of my illuminated afternoon .
I walked over the bathroom where Thierry was about to take a shower, as I came to the door I
wondered if the moment was really right, and if I was wearing the nicest panties I could for her.
After all, I wanted it be my night with her, and still show her that I took the time to look nice for her. I
stole some of mother’s beauty crème and put just enough perfume on to entice her. I noticed the door
was ajar and I slowly opened it by sliding a flat hand through the opening. I stood there in my summer
dress that hugged my tight little ass and accentuated my decently sized breasts. I saw Thierry there in
a towel, her hair still in that classic 20s style. “Do you like looking at me when I’m nearly naked ? ” she
said, after I surprised her with my presence. “No, not exactly, I think about what you look like under that
towel nearly everyday since the time since you had your fingers in me.” I replied. ” Oh really ?” she
said, “So you’re saying you want them back in there, is that it? You want me… to fuck my little sister???
” Thierry added. “No I don’t want you to fuck me, I want to see if you have the decency to finish what
you started and make your little sister cum.” I said.
Thierry looked stunned, she nearly lost her bearings before grabbing my shoulders,
slamming them against the wall of the tub. She then pulled my dress just above my waist and turned my
body completely around and pulled my panties down past my knees. I was quivering like a scared
animal as I kept wondering what the feeling of my beautiful sister’s lips, fingers and breasts were like
when they’d be confiscating every aspect of my virginity. Thierry then pressed her naked body against
mine, so hard that It felt like a permanent impression in my body. She shoved her tongue deep
into my mouth while she violently rubbed my tight soaking mound. The muscles of my very clitoris had
tightened so much that my sister could barely get her fingers past my folds.
“What the fuck is this ? do you think I’d be able to get my fingers into you if that
quivering little thing was too tight ?” Thierry said, breaking the mood. “What ?! ” I said. Apparently my
sister disagreed with me, but why? I thought It was going to be perfect! I was with my sister ! and now
this? “You’re going to regret this…” she later said.
Before I knew it my sister had gotten me to put all my clothes on and we were both out
the door. She had dressed rather quickly and we walked out to the other side of the street opposite
from our house. I was disoriented from all the noise out on the road and the fact that Thierry was
dragging me by my arm…I had no Idea where we were going, and I was getting scared. All I knew
was that I was going somewhere I didn’t want to be. We finally arrived at this little brown apt just at
the end of he block. It looked familiar and the fact even scared me more than I already was.
Thierry knocked on- and- on, and after a minute or two, someone opened the door…it was
Luc ! but why? ….here? “I thought you could do a little something for me” my sister said looking directly
at Luc, He smiled, “You’re kidding right? I don’t do that sort of thing anymore” Needless to say, their
conversation began to worry me more, but ultimately, I had been clenching my knees together from the
moist feeling I was getting all over again. I was a teary-eyed collection of skin, bones, and only a pouty
pair of lips and budding breasts. I think that Luc had found some hot fantasy about fucking some
quivering little nine-year-old in a virgin-white dress. My sister talked something over with Luc, and
finally he seemed to agree to us coming in. “Bring her in here” Luc said as he walked over to what
seemed to be a quiet den with a large red couch.
My sister pulled up a small chair and sat down in
front of the couch after leading me to sit down. Luc sat, took off his shirt, but left on his pair of wool
pants that kept upright by only a couple of wool ties. I looked at my sister
with a watery gaze, as if to say “Do I really have to do this for you ? please, all I want is you! why must
he have me first ? Luc then spun me, I lay down on my back and he sat me up on the arm of the
couch. Luc grabbed my ankles which were now as soft and fragile as faberge’ in his veiny hands. I
scooted backward in nervousness, my little legs shuffling back and forth as my eyes became
more watery “whoa little thing, it’s ok, I’m not going to hurt you” Luc said, as he crept closer, and I crept
away further…higher…too high on the wide part of the couch arm, looking back and forth at Luc
and my sister who was sitting patiently.
Luc got up to my thighs with his hands as I kept shivering and
crawling backwards, “Hey.. hey.. hey…relax, relax Luc said softly as he got closer and closer to me,
while loosening the cord on his pants and eventually working out his large, veiny, erect penis I
started huffing rapidly, still crawling back and shuffling my legs as Luc softly said, “Shh Shh
it’s ok! it’s ok! At the high point of my huffing he slowly inched his penis closer to my drenched folds
and shifted my panties over….engufing all of the crotch in the grip of his fist. Just before I let out the last
huff, and could crawl back no more, I felt the large head on top his long shaft press against my entry.
I stiffened up quickly and let out a huge gasp, and then I could hardly control my legs, my
body was shaking so much that Luc’s strong hands could barely hold my legs open .
He slid his vessel halfway into me as I looked back at Thierry..she was still patient. I let out little gasps
every time he got halfway in-and-out, feeling more pressure everytime on something deep inside of me
until finally I felt something fleshy in me shift harshly… I saw a trickle of blood flow down from my folds,
a place no one had ever breached until now. With every thrust thereafter I quieted down, letting Luc
slide his immense nine-inch penis into the little place between my legs that was not yet meant for
someone like Luc, it hurt so much , but felt so good to have Luc inside of me, I was still teary and
scared but I was still doing this for my sister.
Now with every concurrent thrust a new trickle of blood flowed down past his shaft as
my sister eagerly watched. Luc went faster and faster until he nearly had my weak legs wrapped
around him, my panties since torn off and my tender breasts held tight. Luc was nearing the end…he
now plunged faster-ending my virginity; my young blood secreting
the moisture between us until Luc and I could take no more. Luc came inside of me, spending
everything he had between my legs, I came shortly after, my legs with no signs of life, and my sister
with nothing to say but, ” Now you deserve all of me.”