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Mummy and Daddy

She knew the world before I did.
She had been in the game before me, hence it was only natural that she was the instructor.
She taught me that locking lips was more of an art than an activity, that women could pleasure women as much as men could. 
Through her, I learnt the primary areas of pleasure. 
We sneaked around from time to time to touch our body parts - breasts today, bums on other days, We enjoyed our company so much that our parents let us hang out as much as we wanted. 
No one could have suspected we were up to anything 'immoral'. 
There were no boys present.
We were brought up in the way of the Lord and no one ever left any 'adult' materials lying around, so from where would we learn such indecency?
We were kids and we were girls. 
What do little girls know about lesbianism?
It was unheard of. 
Daddy only suspected my older brothers' friends and long distance uncles and cousins.
Mummy eavesdropped on my home tutor and I whenever she was home and had our maid sit some meters away from us until after the home tutor left.
So how then could we have found out about pleasure?
All measures were put in place to inhibit our raging sexual urges.
But unfortunately for them, we found out about the basics.
Thank heavens. Just the basics.
We possessed the tools, so wasn't it natural that we experimented?
For instance, we knew that any sensational touch on our nipples made us roll our eyes back. So we tried all sorts to make sure our eyes stay at the back of our heads.
We once saw an erotic DSTV movie where a man used ice cubes on his lady's nipples...we tried it out and it was awesome! *Giggles*
It was fun and funny, although we never shared our amusement with any other soul. It was our own little secret, and joke.
The one thing we never did was touch our belows.
We never discovered the ultimate pleasure, just as we never set eyes the year after I clocked thirteen.


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