I was raised by servants on a grand estate in Switzerland, in the foothills of the Alps, green and beautiful, and I was educated by private tutors -- all women. My parents were dead and my Uncle Andrei was a distant stranger. He was my father's younger brother, a thick-set, masculine man who had little to say to is young, silly niece.
I wasn't a prisoner, exactly, it's just that I didn't really know what there might be for me outside. I led a spoiled, wealthy and sheltered life. It was the mid 1990s, the internet hadn't really taken off yet. The only naked man I'd seen was the peeing stone cherub on the fountain below our terrace. And the priest, of course, but more of him later. Much more of him.
I wasn't unhappy. It was a wonderful life, and I lacked for nothing. I learned to ride, I learned to sing and to play the piano. I studied science, and art, maths and Italian, music and history. I had crushes on my governesses, but they were generally terribly correct. At least, most of them were. It was noticeable, actually, that the older I got the more middle aged and unprepossessing my governesses became. By the time I was eighteen most of them were shaped like public buildings and looked as though they could give a boxer a good seeing to. I think my Uncle was probably worried I would be corrupted by anyone nearer my age. I thought he was planning an arranged marriage for me, although I hadn't realised, way back then, that it might be to him.
I was not to find that out for a long time. In my family they do not consider you an adult till twenty-one, so I did not yet have my inheritance.
Just after I turned eighteen, though, something changed and instead of a governess I was given a companion, a young woman, someone to educate me in the ways of the world, as my Uncle put it, before I went to University.
I think he had realised how unschooled I was. On my eighteenth birthday he had come upon me swimming naked in the river on the estate. I had emerged from the water, naked and dripping to greet him as he walked by the river with the priest and he had almost snarled at me. I had no idea why he felt it was unsuitable that they should see me, although it had stirred me strangely. My Uncle's eyes had fixed on my pubic hair with a strange expression as I emerged dripping, the water running off my breasts and down into the V of my groin, and his voice had sounded tight and angry.
'Cover yourself up Evie, what are you thinking of?
Shocked, I grabbed my towel, but something had happened. I had seen a look in the priests' eyes. It was like embers burning. I don't know what it made me hope for but it made me hope for something. I had started to have orgasms, gentle, quiet ones achieved with my probing wet finger as I tugged at my ripe little tits with my other hand, but I didn't really have fantasies. I had read jane Eyre and imagined being swept off my feet, but I imagined a great embrace. I felt guilty about the clitoris. I wasn't sure what that part of me was for.
That's when my Uncle suggested I needed a companion. I think he thought she would explain the things that the public-building shaped governesses hadn't mentioned. Like why your Uncle gets an erection when you are in the raw. Because he did. I couldn't help but notice that. He was in his swimming trunks, you see. Whatever he kept there had reared up like some sort of animal. As I came to realise later, it was. My Uncle was unusually gifted in that department.
But I had nothing to compare to. When I saw that great bulge I did not even understand it had swollen for me.
And then Nina arrived. Nina was an exception to the brick-shed-shaped governess rule. She was in her late twenties with waist length blonde hair, just like mine, a curved waist, a sweet face with full pink lips and a body to die for. The smelled of roses, and she called me Eve, so correctly, and promised we would be friends.
After that Nina and I spent our days together. I wasn't sure where she spent her nights. I went to her room once, looking for her when I had had a nightmare, but she wasn't there. And sometimes in the morning she looked pale and exhausted. When I asked her about it she said she walked a lot, in the night.
I was eighteen and a half, and I was eager to know everything she had to tell me. In particular, I had been longing to ask her about the swollen thing that was between my legs. It was increasingly troubling me. When I looked at her, sometimes, I would move so that the string of my panties rubbed against it. And I would imagine kissing her lips.
I still remember the day I asked her. I tricked her, of course. I asked her if she would come to my room then I made sure I was in the bath. She came in through the door, all fresh faced and beautiful, 'Eve, sweetheart, I'm here...' and I was naked, my long red hair about my shoulders, my round breasts soft and warm in the water.
'Oh,' said Nina. 'Forgive me, I'm so sorry.'
But she didn't look sorry. I saw her face. It was like the look I had seen on the face of the Priest. I looked at her lovely face. I swallowed. My voice came out a strangled whisper.
'Nina, would you kiss me?'
She gasped and drew back. 'Eve, I am your companion. I can't...'
'You're my servant, I said. I thought that was clear. Kiss me. I need to learn.'
And Nina knelt by the bath. I was trembling as she came towards me, pressed her sweet, luscious lips against mine. I opened to her, parted and her questing tongue pushed firmly in onto mine.
She moaned, and I knew she wanted something. I didn't know what it was, but I wanted it to. I kissed her back, with all the lust that burned in me, tonguing her sweet mouth and moaning against her, and as she tongued me back and our tongues wrapped, and searched, and played and probed I took the hand she had placed beside my face and but it on my right tit.
Nine shuddered but she didn't pull away. Instead her finger and thumb took my hard fat nipple and began to squeeze in a little rhythmic pulse.
Wild sexual pleasure shot through me. I pulled my mouth from hers. I don't know how I knew what I knew. 'Strip, I whispered. I have to suck your tits...'
Nine made no objection. She had given in completely. Staring at me she whipped off her T shirt and, as I lay hot and horny in my bath as she got out her beautiful pale breasts, luscious, rounded and white with fat strawberry nipples and teats like heaven.
'Oh yes, I said. Very nice.'
Nina gave me a quizzical look from her big green eyes. 'You want to touch them, Evie?'
'I want to taste your teats,' I said. Down between my legs, in the soapy water, there was a warm urgent feeling. I wanted to do far more than that. But I tried to hide it.
