James is not satisfied with a hot girlfriend, he lust after her studious and quiet sister.
I got into my first relationship when i was in 2nd year of Polytechnic. I just turned 18.
Hold on to your coffee i tell you, my girlfriend, was in secondary school. She was secondary 5. Now, before you start throwing hokkien vulgarities about me being a cradle snatcher, you need to see the full picture first.
Dawn, may be in secondary 5 then, but she is older than me.
Yes, you read that right.
Dawn is 19, one year older than i am.
How the fuck did this come to be you say?
Her parents were based overseas for a couple of years. You throw in a few semesters of international school hopping, with syllabus that don’t exactly follow MOE’s standard, you sort of fall behind when you come back.
I put it in Singaporean hokkien lingo, it’s not 3, not 4, neither here nor there. When she got back to Singapore, she redid Secondary 3 at 16, retained for a year, then secondary 4 at 18, and finally got to secondary 5 at 19.
There you have it, Dawn’s academic history.
She’s experienced when it comes to relationship and stuff, that means sex too. She took my virginity. Usually it’s the guys that are doing the exploiting of innocent girls but in this case, it was the other way around. Dawn, did things to me, she was adventurous. Her body is better developed than her classmates too.
How developed?
Let me put it this way, developed enough for a male teacher to get caught trying to take an upskirt picture of her in her school uniforms.
There’s a police case, it was all over the news too when he attempted to stalk her. He was practically infatuated with her. Perhaps partly due to Dawn’s maturity, she took it in stride and wore it like a badge of honor.
So i have this very hot girlfriend, busty C cup, nice legs, dresses well and know how to please me in bed. What more could i want?
The thing with being together with Dawn, was how, overbearing she can be in a relationship. Everything, she also want to decide, everything also want to have a say. It made me feel less of a ‘man’ if you get what i mean.
She loves me, she takes care of me, but i get more of a older sister vibe from Dawn when she fusses over me. I want a woman i can take care of, you know, a bit more shy, more quiet, very demure and a bit helpless.
Women that makes me feel like i’m some knight in shining armor coming to her aid.
Daphne, is Dawn’s younger sister.
Now, unlike her sister who one would describe as a chao ah lian, Daphne is the complete opposite.
One year younger, but a lot more advance when it comes to her acadamic achievements. Daphne was in the 2nd year of her Junior college when her sister was still in Secondary 5. Damm weird family dynamics to have a younger sister in JC when you have no idea if you could even graduate from secondary school.
There was something about Daphne that made me want to bring her home to my parents and have them beam at me with approval. Daphne had that charm that made you imagine sitting in an air conditioned cafe, introducing her to your friends, everyone smiling and nodding in mild awe at my luck. Even the way she moved in public with a book cradled in the crook of her arm screams ‘cute’.
Daphne had this subtlety to her good looks that was so different from Dawn’s loud, pulsing sexuality.
You see Dawn you will say she’s ‘chio’
You see Daphne, you will smile unknowingly and just go,’ mmmh’
Instead of the perfectly straightened hair like Dawn, it was a messy ponytail and a face bare of makeup.
Her short-sleeved tees were faded to softness, her shorts always slightly too big.
Yet, on her, these clothes looked good, like it was some new fashion statement. The real killer was when she wore her Junior College uniform, that pleated skirt skimming her knees, white blouse tucked in, school tie complete with that school girl white socks and sneakers.
There was no attempt at tailoring or altering the uniform, no rolled sleeves or hiked skirt, and yet, she made the look sharper, smarter, and more dignified than any of the other girls.
Yes la, Dawn also could pull of the school uniform vibe, but in a different manner. Hers is white blouse tuck in so tight, you could see the contours of her bra print. It’s not enough tucking it in, she must reach under her skirt and pull, pull, and pull until i thought her shoulders will start slouching. Pull so tight for what?
I remember the exact moment I first realized I had a problem. We were at Dawn’s place for a movie night, but as usual, it devolved into Dawn looking at her phone while I flipped through the channels.
Daphne just came home from tuition, and she asked me if I wanted any of the curry puffs she’d bought. I love old chang kee and of course i wanted one.
She opened the bag, the scent of fried pastry and spiced potatoes instantly claiming the whole room. For a split second, her fingers brushed mine, and my brain short circuited. Dawn was sprawled across the sofa in an over sized Adidas jacket, legs tangled around mine, and yet, in that moment, it was Daphne who burned a hole in my memory. I noticed her eyes darted away from mine, settled on my semi bulging erection caused by Dawn’s legs rubbing on my crotch, then she quickly bite her lips and looked away.
It wasn’t that Daphne was more beautiful than Dawn.
But with Dawn, everything felt like a transaction.
You pleased her, she pleased you, and every touch had an unspoken price. I started to find myself timing my visits to Dawn’s place around when I thought Daphne would be home. I memorized her schedule, her CCA days. I knew this was unhealthy, maybe even a little sick, but the more I tried to control it, the deeper it went.
Daphne’s body was the opposite of Dawn’s in every way, yet somehow, no less magnetic. A small B cup, i knew because i went to the laundry basket to check.
While Dawn wore complex lacy lingerie and left little to the imagination, Daphne’s undergarments were practical, plain cotton, always white or grey, with little bows or cartoon prints. The difference was, I found myself thinking more about the latter than the former, obsessing over the faint shadow of lace under a light shirt, or the accidental flash of waistband above her jeans.
I started to dream about her.
I started to lust after her.
And the way Daphne kept looking at me, it’s like she’s stealing glances. That vibe, it’s impossible to miss.
I kept telling myself I just wanted to be her friend, to be the protective older brother she never had, bu then again, what older brother? Fuck, we’re the same age, and if we were go count the months, Daphne was older than me too by 6 months.
The more time I spent with Dawn, the more I thought of Daphne. It was a sickening feeling, like being pulled in two directions by ropes tied to your wrists. I love the action and sex with the Chao Ah Lian, Dawn, but i also crave for the grounded calm whenever i talk to Daphne.
Then something happened.
One that cement my thoughts and turned it into action.
Coming soon