Author's Note

Ms. Sweetie Belle's POV

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A Sweet, Sweetie Belle’s Morning: 3

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Enter

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As I am waking up, the room is stark black; I can see exactly nothing, then I realize my eyes are closed. I try to open my eyes, they stubbornly stay closed shut for several minutes; despite the effort I am putting into my attempts, before I manage to break the lid and my eyes finally do open.

Once my eyes had opened, I can see the contours of what is in the room. The room, still nightly dark; but the stars overhead start to slowly grow brighter and brighter, to the daytime setting.

As the light is bright enough, I can see the room; soon recognizing where I am, in the room of May Willow’s.

Slowly, memories are bleeding into my consciousness and I remember what we were doing, the day before.

I had accepted the call, to attend to Miss May Willow the day before; just as I had arrived at her door, entering her suite.

Once I had arrived, I had been undressing with May in her bed room; before we were putting on the nightwear together, in her room. Furthermore, we had inserted a set of membrane-tubes: anal, vaginal and oral in turn. I had bonded and lubricated her tubes, for her; just as she had bonded and lubricated my tubes, for me in turn.

The memories of the event, slowly deliberating, what we were enjoying together; before we had gone to bed, in our respective rooms. Of course, I had fallen asleep; shortly after, I had gone to bed. I still do feel rather full, from the joyous consumption of Love she had shared so freely with me. As such, I had been accepting what she offered.

With the memories of the previous day, clearly in my mind; I had returned to the room in which I had found myself, as I had woken up. The room is identical, to the room in which May is sleeping; while I suspect, she is waking up about now. I do not know, for certain; but since I had just woken up, I have reason to believe, so has May.

Clad in the red suit, of her nighttime wardrobe; I am stirring, lifting up my hand out from under the quilt.

With the memories of the day, I had shared with May; the realization is hitting home, I am wet. Soaking wet.

She had been eager to lubricate my every open orifice the other day; just as I had been equally eager, to reciprocate the service in turn. She had enjoyed it, back then; but then, so had I. Why shouldn’t she?

As my hand slides up, out from under the quilt; it slips past my vision, letting me see what gloves we had been choosing to wear. The change had not been significant, to me; but I guess it is changing her, more than she had been expecting. Could I blame her, even if we had been enjoying it quite Royally?

Now, with the hand out from under the quilt, I can fold the quilt up against the wall; before I am slipping my feet out, from under the quilt into a sitting position. I push forwards, out and away from the bed; only for my feet to hit the floor with a distinct “Thud”, leaving me standing on my own two feet. The very feet, May had been requesting me to have; back when she had asked for her Room Service, last night.

“Thud” is heard, from the room on the other side of the hall; the room, where May had been sleeping.

“I am not nude, and even if I had been, I am in the privacy of her suite; so it should be perfectly acceptable unless she had said anything to the contrary...” I ponder, but she never did even mention it.

As a matter of fact; I do recall, she had enjoyed ogling me just as much as I had been enjoying it. I had been ogling her too, in turn; reciprocating the favour, in kind. She did not mind, and she certainly had not been complaining. Why? Why should she?

Somehow; she feels like a Sister to me, or possibly a Twin.

It is not just in the moment we had shared, is it? I had felt something deeper, from her.

Just how deep, I can not say; not yet, anyway. Yet, I can feel something; I can not quite put my finger onto, just yet.

What I can say, with certainty; is that there is something, drawing me to her. I feel myself being drawn to May Willow.

Since I am here, I could just as well assist her; as she is changing into her day-wears, the ensemble of the day. With that, I forgo my examination of the wardrobe in my room; instead heading for the door, on my way over to May.

I am lifting up my right hand and extend the palm onto the plaque, spreading my fingers wide in order to open the door; stepping out of my room as soon as the door slides up, only for the door to slide shut as soon as I had cleared the entrance.

I take the few steps over, to the door into her room; stopping before the door, on my way to May.

I am lifting up my right hand and extend the palm onto the plaque, spreading my fingers wide in order to open the door; stepping out of my room as soon as the door slides up, only for the door to slide shut as soon as I had cleared the entrance.

“Good morning, May..” I exclaim, ogling her; just as the door is sliding shut behind me.

“Good morning, Sweetie..” she responds; excitedly, just a moment later.

“Wait.. I always wanted to say that, to someone!” she ponders; “and now, I finally have the chance; to genuinely say it, to someone.. (her )!” she concludes.

“I take it, you slept well..” I coo, as I continue towards May.

“Yes, Sweetie; as I trust you did, as well?” she inquires.

“Surprisingly well, yes..” I respond.

“Excellent, excellent..” May responds; ”I see, you did forgo, changing into your day-wear, Sweetie?” she inquires; ”Then, by all means; maybe we could change into the new ensemble together?” she concludes.

”Yes, dear May; I forwent it in favour of spending more time with you, so changing into the day-wear together seems like the way to go..” I respond.

“As a matter of fact; I was hoping you were to ask me to share this experience, with you!” I declare, as I step over to her wardrobe.

“You were?” she inquires, as she follows me over to her wardrobe; “How convenient; because I was hoping you were looking forward to sharing this experience, with me..” May points out.

“First order of business; stripping out of our night wears..” I suggest, just as I am opening the doors to her wardrobe on the left.

“She does look considerably more eager, than I had been anticipating..” she realizes; “more eager, than I thought her position was demanding out of her, too!” she ponders.

“If you wonder; you can always ask me to follow you, or ask me not to follow you!” I explain.

“I can?” she inquires; “Yes, but of course you can..” I respond.

While I stand before the wardrobe, I slip my hands in under the fabric of the panties and swiftly slide them down in a single fluid motion; demonstratively kicking them up and catching them in my right hand, only to leave them onto the floor of her now open wardrobe.

“Whoa..” she exclaims; “Could you perform a private strip tease?” she inquires.

“I could..” I pronounce; “if and when you ask me to!” I explain.

Just as I am glancing back at her; I can see her dropping her panties onto the floor, only to pick them up and dump them onto her pile of yesterday’s clothes.

I continue, by pulling the top up over my head and place it onto the pile of clothes; watching her, as she is following my example.

Now I am slipping the right and left stocking off in turn, before I slip them onto the pile; whereupon I am slipping the right and left glove off in turn, leaving them onto the pile while I am observing her following my example.

“If you like, I could help you with the hair and mask; then you can help me, with my mask?” I suggest.

“Yes, please..” she responds, nodding vigorously, slowly turning towards me, with an eager expression on her face.

“Then, by all means; I shall do, as you wish..” I respond; “if you help me, slipping my mask off of my face; I will help you slipping your hair and mask off of you in return..” I continue.

I am turning my head towards her, facing her; and she is turning her head to face me, in the process.

“If you place your hands onto my cheeks, probing the skin just below and behind my ears; you should find the seam, you could slip your fingers in and pull my mask off of my face?” I inquire.

“Oh..” she exclaims, as she is lifting her arms up; placing her hands onto my cheeks, probing my face for what I had been indicating.

A moment later, I feel her fingers slipping in under the rim of the mask; only for her to slowly slip in the tips of her fingers in under the mask, gently pulling the mask off of my face. Moments later, she is standing with the mask in her hands; pondering, what had just happened.

“Did it feel, as if you were trying to rip my face off; not just the mask, as I had suggested?” I inquire.

“Yeah...” she responds, “I guess it felt a bit like that..” she continues.

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Dressing up with Twin

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