I See What You Don't

Broken Tiles

     One bed. One single large bed. That is what was in the room Mother showed you when she collected you from the meeting. You were all to share one room, one bed, and one maid until further arrangements were settled. The mattress was large enough to fit six or so large adults. It was plump with down feathers and firm with gentle straw hiding a plethora of coils. A dark red wood dressed the frame at the headrest, hand carved into swords at the top. It took up half of the wall in both height and width.Thin gold paint coated the designs to make them stand out against the stark white room paneling.

     Long red velvet curtains dressed over the arching large windows that were held closed by steel bars. Silky yellow tassels clung from them and kissed the floor boards waiting to be pulled shut. Three standing wooden wardrobes leaned against the wall to the right of the window. Adjacent to them were two vanities, drawers full of different types of makeup. Gold crested mirrors sat on top of them to give a full view of the subject. Down the hall was a single large roman bath if need be, but your room also held a large shower and two private toilet rooms.

     On the bed laid nightgowns for the three of you: all black. You took the first approach and lifted the one on the far right which had your name on it from a piece of paper clipped on to the thin strap. You held it up against your body. The main material was silk, and it was lined beautifully with black lace at the bottom. It would stop just above your knees. The breast of the gown dipped down to your cleavage with more lace tickling your skin at the top of your mounds in a V shape. Very thin straps would hold the dress in place. It was light, comfortable, and absolutely stunning. You couldn't wait to put it on and see how everyone looked in theirs as well.

     The bed was host to another large piece of parchment. Instructions on your nightly routine were to be as followed: Shower, or bath. Teeth brushed. Nails cleaned. Room in order. Sleep tight. At the bottom of the note was a pair of stained red lips to seal a signature with no words needed. You looked around you, waiting to see what your sisters would do. Bela shrugged her shoulders and started to kick off her heels. Her intentions were clearly set on completing the list fully in order. She bent forward slightly and ran her hands up her right calf, lifting her dress to expose her long legs. The black fabric hiked up higher as she gripped onto a stocking and started to roll it downwards. She repeated the process with the other side. As you watched Bela, another set of clapping shoes tapped on the floorboards. Cassandra was facing away from you and was standing by the window just to the right.

     You could sense a deep thump in your chest out of mere anticipation for Cassandra to pull that beautiful black dress up to expose her perfect legs. She did not disappoint any secret desires of your wandering imagination. Using the ledge of the window, Cassandra held her bare foot on the edge and slowly bent over her knee. She was turned nearly sideways so you could shamelessly get a full view. Her slender hands delicately caressed up her ankle... to her calf... trailing over her knee and her supple thigh. Each area caused the black fabric to hike up more and more as her pale skin ravished your eyes with temptation. You could feel your mouth completely dry out and a fire igniting within your throat.

     You weren't sure when your jaw had dropped. The intense feeling of thirst consumed you as if the wanting fire selfishly burned away the tinder of your self control. Cassandra tucked her thumbs inside the top of the stocking and slowly rolled it down the length of her marbled flesh. Her body nearly rolled with it in rhythm. Once it hit her ankle, in perfect balance, she lifted her leg from the edge and pointed her toes; the stocking came off in a seamless ball. She gently placed her naked foot on the floor and this time completely bent down over her other leg while standing. A shuffle of feet behind you alerted you that Bela had gone off to the roman bath down the hall, leaving you two alone.