Dinner was antisocial. Rylie wasn’t sure if it was a Chinese thing to not talk while eating or if it was a Chiu thing.
No one talked. No one. It wasn’t like Rylie and Aspen felt chatty!
They felt humiliated. They were told, by their respective twins, to stand next to and behind them in order to be ready to refill a glass or clean up a spill.
Which meant they had to stand while the Chius sat!
It also meant they had to watch the Chius eat while their stomachs grumbled hungrily.
Rylie renewed her hatred for Xiang and extended her hatred to include Fang. Fucking Fang! Picking on poor Aspen! Starving her! Aspen was already so thin! What the fuck?
Well, now Fang had Rylie pissed off. Rylie was on the case. Fang had better watch out! Rylie was going to stand here, ready to refill a glass and ready to wipe a spill, and Rylie was also going to very actively imagine punching Fang.
Rylie hoped both Xiang and Fang could feel her hatred. They did not seem to. They acted lackadaisically, like they had all the time in the world to eat. Bitches! They had told Rylie and Aspen that they would eat after the Chius had finished their dinners.
Didn’t they know how hungry Rylie and Aspen were?
Rylie knew they knew. At least Xiang sure did. They either did not care or, even worse, were getting off on it.
Or was it a strategy? Was Xiang worried Rylie would appeal to Caihong for help? Xiang should be worried!
Rylie had her determination and focus in place now. She would make fucking sure it happened. It was going to go down!
Caihong ate food mechanically. She did not look lost in thought. It looked more like she had no thoughts in her head at all.
Not so reassuring. Never rely on a very senior citizen from a foreign country to save you from lesbian domination!
But who else could Rylie rely on? There was really no one Rylie could really rely on. That Really Rylie could really rely on. That would be funny if not for the circumstance.
As the dinner slowly dragged on, tortuously, Rylie felt a mix of strong feelings, emotional and physical.
Frustration.
Anticipation.
Hunger.
Humiliation.
Arousal.
It was hard to say which one was strongest.
Finally, Caihong pushed her plate away. She’d eaten a lot. She had a big appetite for a woman in her prime, let alone an octogenarian.
Caihong finally spoke, “This first dinner, I will meet with each friendship companion, one at a time, one on one. No twins present!”
This was great! Rylie did not even have to ask to meet or to meet in private.
Xiang and Fang looked almost emotionless. Or maybe a little sullen. Their hated grandmother was, after all, telling the willful twins what was going to happen.
Caihong waggled a skinny finger, “I will question them and I will learn if my granddaughters are treating the friendship companions the way they should be treated.”
Ah ha! Yes!
The problem of lesbian domination would soon be solved!
Caihong directed, “Flame Hair Freckle Face, now Flame Hair More Freckle Face, go with Xiang so that you two can get to know one another. Fang, you can fuck off. Tardy twin! Fuck off! I will call if I wish to speak with you!
“You, dark-haired American friendship companion. Come with me.”
Okay, good, Rylie got to go first. That was a good thing because Rylie wasn’t sure what Aspen would or would not say to Caihong. But once Rylie told Caihong what she had experienced – no, what she had endured – then Caihong would be prepared to draw out the truth from Aspen. Whatever that truth might be.
Rylie was not completely sure, but she now strongly suspected Aspen had been sexually dominated by Fang. Probably not as badly as what Xiang had done to Rylie. Hard to beat that!
Rylie followed Caihong. Not all that quickly because Caihong stumped along with her cane.
Rylie cast a look back at Xiang, a look that was meant to put her on notice that it was time for Xiang to worry.
Xiang did not look worried. She was not even looking at Rylie. She was looking at Aspen. Pointing at her and then pointing at the floor space next to her. Like telling a dog to come to heel. With her other hand, Xiang waved bye-bye to Fang, who stuck out her tongue at her on the way out.
Rylie had a sudden worry about Aspen. Xiang wouldn’t… do anything to Aspen, would she?
That would be poor form, right? Aspen was Fang’s American slut, not Xiang’s. Rylie was Xiang’s American slut.
It was hard to read Aspen’s expression. All those added tattoo freckles! Fucking Christ!
Rylie thought Aspen would be okay. She must be. She and Xiang were in the dining room and would be literally waiting for Caihong and Rylie to come back. And they could not be sure when that would be.
Rylie guessed Xiang might still be mean to Aspen, but just could not do anything sexual to her. Well, not if it took time.
She had no choice. She had to go with Caihong. Aspen needed to fend for herself.
Rylie was just about into the entryway to the hallway that Caihong was thumping down when Xiang said, “Really Rylie? Stay a moment.”
Rylie cast a look down the hallway. Caihong had not made it far and apparently had not heard Rylie was delayed. At the rate the elderly woman was moving, Rylie could hang out for a minute and not get left behind by her.
Damn it. She was so close to getting away from Xiang.
Just another minute.
Rylie, as ordered, stayed. She had no idea what Xiang wanted. Maybe Xiang was going to order her to not tell Caihong the things Xiang did? Fuck that! Fuck her!
Aspen had come up next to Xiang. Just seeing her near Xiang made Rylie feel like Aspen was in danger. Like Aspen was a little freckled deer next to a watering hole inhabited by a big hungry alligator.
A freckled deer with twice as many freckles as the day before. Or the same number of freckles but hundreds more tattoos.
Who got tattoos on their face? Tribal warriors in the fucking rainforest?
Fang took some civilization out of Aspen by treating her in an uncivilized way!
Xiang reached over and plucked her violet backpack purse up from the seat next to her. Rylie had forgotten by then that Xiang had brought it to dinner.
Xiang unzipped it while looking sideways at Rylie. There was a glint of high amusement in her eyes.
Xiang reached in while saying, as if to Aspen, but Rylie knew the words were as much for her, “Your American buddy made a new friend, and that friend will be your friend as well. This will be just like that movie with the friends and the ‘traveling pants,’ except there are only two of you, not four. Also, your new friend will not be pants, it will be….”
Oh no! Not a dramatic pause! Fuck!
“…a stuffed animal named Ouyi.”
Rylie saw red as she saw orange, the psychedelic orange fur of Ouyi.
Xiang pulled Ouyi out of the backpack purse. It looked quite bedraggled. Matted down from hard humping and too much moisture. But Ouyi’s permanent snarling leer looked quite fresh and eager.
Eager for more. Just like Xiang.
Oh no! This could not be good!
Rylie was struck speechless, like someone had axed her in the middle of her head. Like she had to stop this, whatever this was going to be, but had no idea how to make Xiang stop.
Xiang held Ouyi towards Aspen, “Take him. You and your friend will share your new friend. Ouyi has become very close friends with Really Rylie. In fact, they are, as it is said in America, ‘friends with benefits.’”
Fuck! Xiang was telling Aspen that Rylie had sex with Ouyi! That Rylie had fucked a stuffed animal!
Xiang coached, with false gentleness, “Take your new friend, Aspen.”
Aspen looked shellshocked. She’d looked that way all through dinner. Who could blame her? It must take a lot out of a girl to get hundreds of tattoos in a single day and have her face defaced.
Rylie realized (Really Rylie realized) that Aspen had yet to say a word. She hadn’t said a word before dinner, in the kitchen, or during dinner. Rylie thought it was because of Aspen’s state of shock. But, who knew, maybe Dai Lu had instructed her not to speak for a while to help her newly pierced tongue heal.
Aspen took Ouyi.
Rylie’s eyes widened. Aspen was holding a stuffed animal that Rylie had repeatedly fucked. If humping it until she orgasmed counted as fucking. It must. That was pretty much the same thing Rylie did with a real guy, sans penetration.
It was ever so odd that some males who penetrated her did not make her orgasm, but Ouyi without a cock had made her orgasm every time. Except a little before dinner, but the only reason Rylie did not cum then was because Xiang would not let her.
Ouyi looked wet. Because he was! Wet with Rylie’s pussy juice! And Aspen was holding it!
Xiang spoke with false sweetness, “There you go. Now you have a new friend. It is very important to observe proper customs. You must respect the Chinese culture. Just as Really Rylie did, you must give Ouyi a kiss.”
A kiss!?! No!
Rylie almost yelled out to keep Aspen from doing it. She so wanted to say something that she rose up on her tiptoes as if the slightly greater height would project her voice further.
But she knew there were things Xiang could tell Aspen. True things.
Rylie knew Xiang had a wealth, a Chinese wealth princess wealth, of video of Rylie and Ouyi “interacting.”
Rylie said nothing. Aspen lifted the leering bright orange ape.
She kissed Ouyi!
It was just a peck, but Xiang wasn’t having it, “No, it is only good luck if you give Ouyi a deep kiss. It is very good luck if you use tongue. I am Chinese, but I am all for a French kiss. Do it, American. Do it now.”
Aspen did it, and that was shocking, because she did it right away and passionately, as if perhaps she was also in a state of orgasm denial that made her none too choosy who she made out with or even if they were just an object.
But that was not the only thing that happened, and the other thing was even more shocking, though Rylie would not have guessed the first shock a moment before it could be beat.
Xiang’s hand which had held Ouyi a moment ago, now freed up for other activities, quickly and confidently, like it was no big deal, all quite standard, slid between Aspen’s legs and cupped her pussy.
Rylie was so orgasm need distracted and otherwise distracted during dinner that she hadn’t noticed what Aspen wore until then. She wore a tight pink top, a cutoff, that did little to hide her pierced nipples and made plain she was not wearing a bra. Below that, she wore tight white shorts. Some kind of bicycle shorts or maybe yoga shorts. Skintight.
It was obvious she also wasn’t wearing any panties. The shorts looked so tight and so thin, they were maybe more revealing, sexier, than if Aspen only wore panties!
They showed off Aspen’s camel toe. Well, they did until Xiang’s hand covered up the camel toe. But that hand was not protecting Aspen’s honor! Not hardly!
Xiang’s hand was rubbing. Stroking.
Xiang sounded intent, “Keep kissing Ouyi. Be sure to give him lots of tongue. French the Chinese ape. French should serve the Chinese, and in this way, they already do. All countries should serve China. All people should serve the Chinese privileged. Successfully starting with ninety-nine percent of all Chinese people. A good start!”
Aspen kept kissing Ouyi. Aspen kept giving him tongue.
That meant she was getting some of Rylie’s sexual essence into her mouth!
Rylie felt a surge of… something. Something very powerful, so powerful that she pushed her pussy a little forward in reaction to it. Something Rylie did not want to consciously look at.
Aspen kept kissing as Xiang kept rubbing Aspen’s pussy. She kept rubbing, but Rylie saw Xiang leaned forward even more confidently and rubbed even harder, really working Aspen’s pussy through the tight white shorts. Working it like dough!
Rylie marveled at Aspen’s lack of reaction to that.
Did Aspen not realize that Rylie was right there watching?
Did Aspen not realize that Xiang was not her assigned twin? Xiang and Fang were twins, but they did look different because of the freckles on Fang’s face. Rylie assumed by then that something sexual had happened between Fang and Aspen. Hell, Fang took Aspen to get her clit and tongue pierced!
But there was no rule or standard or fucking Chinese custom (was there?) that if one lesbian twin had sex with you that you had to let the other one also have sex with you.
Like always, Xiang wanted more, “Freckled slut, I so enjoy the term ‘suck face.’ Suck Ouyi’s face so fine. Suck hard.”
Aspen was just going to let Xiang call her a slut?
She was.
Aspen was going to obey and suck the part-plastic, part fake fur face of Ouyi?
She was!
Which meant she was sucking up some of Rylie’s juices!
Rylie thought she should go to them. But what would she do? What would she say?
Aspen was already face-sucking a stuffed animal wet from Rylie humping it and thigh-squeezing it. Xiang was already successfully molesting Aspen’s pussy. It wasn’t like Rylie could prevent those things. She could only maybe get them to stop. But she doubted she could do that.
Aspen glanced down the hall. Caihong was about to cane-thump around a corner. She knew she counted on Caihong’s help. But though she’d torn her eyes off the scene in the dining room to check on Caihong’s progress, she could not tear herself away.
To leave felt like she would be leaving Aspen to be preyed upon further by Xiang.
And yet, while staying… she was silently watching – she was back watching intently again – as Xiang further preyed upon her best friend!
Xiang’s tone had some iron in it as she rubbed Aspen’s softness, “Spread. Always make things easy for your Mistresses. Sluts are easy and that means they make everything easy for their rulers.”
Mistresses plural? Xiang thought both she and her twin would be, or already were, Aspen’s Mistress?
What the fuck!?! Xiang was Rylie’s Mistress! How many sluts did her Mistress get to have?
Would it destroy Rylie’s and Aspen’s friendship if they had to share a Mistress?
Rylie realized how bizarre she was thinking. She would have shaken her head to clear it, but did not want to miss any of what had become riveting must-see must-watch dining room action.
Aspen shuffled her legs outward. Like a slut! Making it easy for Xiang to molest her! She was aiding and abetting her own molestation!
Did that mean Aspen agreed that Xiang was her Mistress? Maybe along with Fang also being her Mistress? How many Mistresses could an American slut have? Asking for a friend. Literally. But maybe also for herself.
Not that she wanted another one! One was too much. If Xiang really was her Mistress.
Really Rylie? She was not even sure if Xiang was her Mistress?
Xiang thought she was.
Rylie had called Xiang Mistress repeatedly. Was she a liar? Better to be a liar than to be an honest submissive slut!
Rylie had to wonder. If Xiang got to be Mistress to Fang’s American slut and got to handle, literally hand-le, Fang’s American slut, did Fang think she would get the same privilege with Rylie?
Here Rylie was about to go to Caihong to report Xiang and prevent further sexual depredations by her, but really (Really Rylie), maybe she needed to get help from Caihong to prevent two such molesters from molesting away on her. Fang might also be laying the weeds with intent and assumptions.
Fucking Fang, too? Jesus. Fang might assume Rylie was a slut who would submit to her and call her Mistress for the flimsy reason that Rylie had acted slutty and submitted to Xiang and called Xiang Mistress.
Fang better not jump to conclusions! Fucking bitch!
She heard Caihong at the end of the hallway call back to her, “No hurry, Xiang’s friendship companion. Caihong needs to urinate. Take your time and visit with the others in the dining room. Then come find me in the visitor waiting room near the big front door.”
That was uncanny. Just when Rylie wanted to stay and watch Xiang despoil Aspen… no, just when she wanted to stay to watch over Aspen protectively while not actually saying or doing anything….
Damn it. That wasn’t right either.
Whatever. The important thing was, she didn’t want to take her eyes and ears off this, and now she did not have to try.
