The Good Sister: Part One (21 page)

“Trinity, if you cannot see the beauty within your own body, how do you expect others to? You must become acquainted with your body, not be ashamed of it. You must be comfortable within your own skin.”

I turned my back to the mirror as I stripped off my t-shirt, my cotton work out pants then stopped. “Can I leave on my bra and panties?”

“No.”

I hesitantly took off my bra then slipped my panties off. Immediately I wrapped my arms around myself in an attempt to hide. Jacqueline turned me around and moved my arms down to my sides.

“Do you see the curves of your body?” Jacqueline asked. Her hands moved over my neck and shoulders then slid down my sides, down my hips, over the curve and concave of my belly, up and over my perking breasts. “Each curve, each shape and gentle sway of your body is perfection. Look at your skin. Flawless, my petit. You have skin the color of cream without blemish. You are unmarked by time. You shall never be more beautiful than you are now,” Jacqueline said, moving her hands back to my breasts. “Place your hands upon your breasts.”

I did what she asked. Jacqueline placed her hands overtop mine. “Feel the perfection of your breasts. Then look, my petit. Look at the color of your perking nipples.” Jacqueline removed our hands, allowing me to see the fleshy pink tips. “Men will fall upon their knees to suckle at these breasts, Trinity. They hold the essence of life and power, and just like your eyes and your hair, they are beautiful.”

“They aren’t too small?”

“No,” Jacqueline assured, touching a nipple with a gentle brush of a fingertip, “they are perfect, like ripe fruit.”

The sound of a chime drifted through the room. It was the clock in the hall. I grinned. It reminded me of home.

“Why do you smile?” Jacqueline asked.

“The sound. It reminded me of home and Reid.”

Jacqueline placed one hand to my woman’s mound, cupping gently. I stiffened.

“Reid touched you here once, oui?” Jacqueline asked.

I admitted to Jacqueline he had.

“With his mouth,” I whispered.

“And did you find pleasure in what he did?”

“Yes.”

“There are many pleasures to be had. Do you wish to learn of them?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Then look at yourself. You need not be ashamed of your body, of your femininity or of your sexuality, Trinity. This,” Jacqueline said, applying a little bit of presser onto my secret area, “men have gone to war for. Killed for. Men long to look upon this sacred flower, taste it, hold it, touch it, press their bodies inside of it, enjoy the pleasure we give and gain. There is nothing to be ashamed of.” Jacqueline removed her hand. “Look at yourself, Trinity. See the perfection, the wonder and the beauty of the female form. We are bearers of life. We are powerful, sexual, sensual creatures. Men adore us, worship us, long to obtain us, but we choose, Trinity. We choose who we allow to touch us. We hold the power.”
Jacqueline walked away.

“Do you want me to still stand here?” I asked.

“Yes. I want you to study your body, look at it, all of it. When I return put on this robe and lie upon the bed.”

I took the light blue robe into hand. “Where are you going?”

“I will be back. Do not fret, my petit.”

I stood naked in front of the mirror, looking at my body. As I stood it became easier and easier to look at myself. My face was pale, unadorned, but I did study the lines to my face, my neck. I turned, gazing upon my nakedness from the side, from the back then twisted from side to side. I did what Jacqueline said. I studied my hair, the color, and the length of my curls. One curl had fallen over my right shoulder and concealed my right breast. I swept my hair aside. I was almost nineteen, but I’d never looked upon my body as a whole.

I studied my hands and traced one of the light blue veins atop my hand. I looked at my nails, the length of my fingers. I slid my hands over my neck, my chest, over my breasts, feeling the form of them. I watched as my nipples tipped hard. I studied the pink coloration. Slowly, I moved down my body. Outlined my navel. For the first time I actually experienced the texture and responses of my own skin to my own touch.

When Jacqueline returned, I put on the robe, walked over to the bed, and lay back without question.

“Trinity, do not be alarmed. This is my personal physician,” Jacqueline announced. I turned to see Jacqueline was indeed bringing a tall completely gray haired man with her.

“I’m not sick.”

Jacqueline laughed. “I know, my petit.”

“Why do I need to see a doctor?”

Jacqueline sat down upon the side of the bed, holding on to my hand as I spoke. “All of the men who visit us here at the chateau are tested. We are tested as well. We do this to ensure our health, and to ensure our suitors’ health.”

“But I’ve never been with a man so I—”

“Shh…” Jacqueline assured. “I know, my petit. But at some point you intend to give yourself to a man, oui?”

I could only imagine my cheeks flaming the color of a tomato. “Yes.”

“Then we must ensure there are no complications such as pregnancy. The doctor will perform a physical and give you an injection. We take these injections every twelve weeks.”

“What about condoms?” I asked.

“All of our suitors have a clean bill of health. And we request updated reports every twelve weeks. If you wish, you can request the use of a condom,” Jacqueline replied, “but I must also insist on the injections as well.”

“I hate shots,” I said, closing my eyes. “I told you how I fear hospitals, doctors, and why.”

“I know, my sister. I will stay with you during the exam. Hold your hand,” Jacqueline said. “If you wish, keep your eyes closed. I won’t leave you.”

I squeezed Jacqueline’s hand.

“Trinity, I am going to take some blood,” the doctor said in a deep toned voice.

Large hands were on my arm, pulling it out from my side, and tying something off above my elbow. I kept my eyes welded shut, trying not to remember all the time I spent in the hospital when I was young. Jacqueline whispered a song into my ear.

“There, it’s over,” he said, releasing the tightness around my arm. I jumped when hands brushed back my hair. “Everything will be fine,” the doctor said. Hands at my neck, feeling … pressing … then over my breasts probing, then hands moved to my abdomen… “Do you have any discomfort or pain when I press here?” he asked.

I shook my head.

He pressed and moved. “Here?”

“No.”

“Trinity, I need to move your legs,” he said. He gently began to spread them. “I need you to bring your knees up, keep your feet on the bed.” I did what he asked then tensed.

“Shh … my petit, we must ensure your health,” Jacqueline said then went back to humming a melody.

The doctor spread me intimately, followed by a light bit of probing but nothing harsh. “She is untouched, Jacqueline,” the doctor said then he pressed my legs together and covered my body with something. “I need to listen to your heart. Will you sit up for me?” the doctor asked.

I sat up. Jacqueline was still holding my hand as the doctor listened to my heart, took my pulse then moved, obviously looking in my ears, feeling around my throat. I felt something wrap around my upper arm then heard a swooshing noise. The wrap around my arm became tighter. I decided the doctor was taking my blood pressure.

The Doctor inquired, “Trinity, do you take any medications?”

In a small voice I replied, “No.”

“Do you have any allergies to medications?”

“Um … not that I know of.”

“Alright Trinity, you are going to feel a sting,” the doctor said. Something was rubbed upon my skin. By the smell, it was rubbing alcohol. I jumped, feeling a sharp poke to my hip as he gave me the birth control injection. “It’s over now,” he assured.

“Okay,” I said. I opened my eyes to see him pack up his bag.

“You did well, my petit,” Jacqueline said. “No worries now.”

I nodded.

“I will walk the doctor out. Why don’t you take a long hot bath and relax. We will talk later,” Jacqueline said.

I watched Jacqueline and the doctor go, feeling relieved the whole ordeal was over, but also a little peculiar.

It was my nineteenth birthday, and it had been a long week. I’d spent every morning with my sisters, working on the beauty of our bodies, sculpting and toning, then working on my posture. In the afternoons I spent time with Jacqueline, my goal, accepting my body. While in the evenings I sat with Amelia reading or with Ceclie increasing my knowledge on art, books or current events.

“Amelia?”

“What, my sister?”

“I know you are going to help me with my make-up, but I need to make a call to my aunt. I haven’t been able to charge my cell phone. The outlets are different here.”

“You can use my phone,” Amelia said.

“But no one can know where I’m calling from.”

“It will ring as a private number.”

I walked over to the long vanity table where Amelia sat and took a seat. Amelia worked a honey smelling cream through my curls.

“Are you nervous about seeing Lord Archer again?” Amelia inquired.

I shrugged my shoulders. “A little.”

“Just relax when you are around him. Remember everything we have told you. Allow your body to move as it should, and he will respond.”

“Amelia, I’m not going to sleep with him. I don’t even know him.”

Amelia laughed a seductive sound. “Who said anything about sleeping, my sweet sister? And if you give him your body you will know him better and much more intimately than any of us know him.”

“I’m not ready for that yet,” I confessed.

Amelia brushed the last of the cream through my hair. “Then no worries.”

“Yeah, no worries,” I replied, but I hoped my time with Lord Archer would go well.

When I made it back to my bedroom, everyone, including Alec and Jacqueline, was there. “Happy birthday!” they called out.

“Oh! How did you know?”

“I have my wicked ways,” Jacqueline said.

“Here,” Alec said, handing me a beautifully wrapped package.

“You didn’t need to get me anything,” I replied.

“Take it,” Alec insisted.

I took the silver wrapped gift and smiled as I gazed at it.

“Take a seat,” Jacqueline said.

I pulled up a chair and sat. Everyone crowded in around me.

“Go ahead,” Alec urged, “open it.”

I removed the blue ribbon and bow then went to work on the delicate silver paper. Beneath the wrapping was a large boot box. I lifted the lid on the box to find an exquisite pair of riding boots. I ran a fingertip over the tawny leather.

“Alec, these are beautiful, but I don’t ride horses.”

“You never know when you might be tempted to learn,” Alec said. “I think you should wear them today.”

“To Lord Archer’s?”

“Yes,” Jacqueline said.

“Here,” said Breeze, handing me another gift.

I took the gift, held it to my ear, and shook the box. Everyone giggled. Carefully I unwrapped my treasure, opened the box, and pulled out a pair of riding breeches, tan with inset knee patches. I was beginning to see the theme. I wondered what they knew that I didn’t. I looked up. “Thank you. I should wear them, right?”

Breeze giggled a tinkling sound. “Yes.”

I continued opening gifts from my sisters. I had a new shirt along with a coat that went with the riding boots and riding breeches. Then I opened another gift to find some sexy lingerie. This gift caused me to blush.

“Now for my gift,” Jacqueline announced, handing a small box to me.

I unwrapped the gold package, and threw the paper to the floor. In my hand I held a small jewelry box. I flipped open the lid. Inside sat a golden ring with an emerald stone. There was a symbol embedded within the stone.

“It is the symbol of Venus, goddess of beauty and love. The symbol of woman,” Jacqueline explained.

I felt a tear escape, so quickly wiped it. “Thank you, it is beautiful.”

“Here,” Alec offered. He removed the ring from its encasement then placed the ring onto the third finger of my right hand. “It suits you, my beautiful Trinity. Gold like the color of your hair and emerald like the color of your eyes. You are a true goddess.”

“Thank you, everyone. I have never had such a birthday before.” I was desperately trying to hold back the tears as I looked at the faces of my new family.

In unison I heard a melting of voices. “You are welcome, our sister.”

“Now, let us give Trinity some time to change her clothing,” Jacqueline announced to everyone. They began to clear out of the room.

“Here,” Amelia said, handing me a small cell phone. “I will give you some privacy.”

“Thanks.”

It was remarkable how quiet it had become once everyone left. I turned my attention to the window to see the sun brightly shining. I wondered if the sun would melt all the snow then I took a large breath before I placed my call.