The Millennial Reincarnations: A Novel

by Daniel Mark Harrison

  “Did the experience turn you on?” Chanel asked.

  “It did, yeah. A lot, actually. After just talking to her that first time I had to go upstairs to my room and get off at least a couple times that day. After she told me the ‘thanks’ thing later on, I went and bought my first vibrator to get off. I guess I felt that I deserved it.” Milana giggled in a girlish sort of way, and the two sisters humored her with noises of their own.

  “What kind of vibrator do you own?”

  “I have three: a wand, a rabbit, and an egg. I like the wand best. That’s the one that made me cum that time, when I was thinking about Lora getting off.”

  “Would you like to do something sexual with Leyla?” They clearly knew who she was. Of course, thought Milana – Chanel was dating “Leyla’s” brother. She hoped for a moment she hadn’t overstepped the mark but Chanel seemed more amused by the whole filthy idea than anything else. So Milana smiled, and decided to maintain her composure of calm, inwardly as much to herself as outwardly to the other girls.

  “Yeah, I would. Definitely. But only if she came to me wanting it. If that happened, sure – it would probably be the best sexual experience I could imagine right now, to be honest.”

  “Did you do anything else with this girl Sophie – the one from your first time. Anything at all?” asked Jasmine.

  “No, just that one thing that time. It wasn’t for about four years until I did anything else with anyone, actually. But I touched myself a lot, obviously.”

  Chanel asked, “How often?”

  “Like, at least every day I think. I stopped for about a week and a half when I was 14, because I felt that it was wrong, that I was doing something I shouldn’t do. Spiritually speaking, I mean.”

  “Why?” Chanel’s expression was searching. “Why would you think that?”

  “Were you abused?” asked Jasmine.

  “No! God, no! I don’t know, in our religion – at least, in Christianity – which I really held strongly onto at that point in my life –”

  “What point was this?” Chanel this time.

  “When I was about fourteen. Up until I was about sixteen. At that point I decided that the explanations on offer from the Church were too much like self-justification than about truth seeking to be plausible. Now I just reserve my right to decide when I have more time or more inclination to do so, I guess. Or at the very least, until I have more information on the subject to arrive at a reasonable conclusion of my own.”

  “So the Church, you were saying: what, the people there told you not to masturbate?” Chanel was incredulous.

  “In some Churches they go as far as that, but that wasn’t the case in Maine, where I was. But it wasn’t not the case entirely, either,” said Milana.

  “I mean, it’s not as if it was explicitly taught that girls shouldn’t do this, but then again, it was in some way subtly hinted at that it was still the wrong thing to get caught up in. At least, doing too much of it is meant to be wrong – I can remember hearing that. Why, is the attitude different here?”

  “We ask the questions, not you. Is that understood?” Jasmine now. Bad cop, thought Milana, who just nodded.

  “It’s just for this one time. It’s important that we record as many details as we can about you in the time that we have,” said Chanel sympathetically. Good cop.

  “I understand,” said Milana.

  “So, when it came to doing something with a – girl, in your case. What happened?”

  “It was this girl from school in my year, so she was a little older than me. I was sixteen. We started kissing and necking, and the next thing we knew, we were in the school toilets together. She went down on me – it didn’t make me cum that time, but the next time – which must have been the day after, I did. I returned the favor. We saw each other for about three months and then we broke up for school.”

  “That’s the only one experience you’ve had with anyone else?”

  “Well no, I mean: there were a number of times with her.” said Milana. This time she anticipated the next logical question. “Her name was Alyssa, by the way. She was dark-haired, green eyed, skinny. She had small breasts, like me – relatively, I mean, as far as us western girls go. Basically, she was your archetypal Vermont boarding school white Anglo-Saxon Protestant girl.” The sorority girls nodded their grateful assent for the extra details.

  “She’d always be horny as hell, every day. I think looking back on it, that she was hornier for me most of the time than I was for her, although that didn’t mean that it wasn’t fun. Sometimes it was incredible. There were a few times when we rubbed our clits together against one another in the dorm when all the other girls were out playing sports. That was a lot of fun. There were quite a few times in the cubicles of the restroom at school, obviously. A couple times in the showers.

  “Probably the best time was one of those in the showers. This one time, I remember that we’d just finished playing hockey, and we were all sweaty and hot and flushed, and she just went down on me in this amazing way. I don’t know what was different about it, but it was something she did with her tongue. Anyway she fingered me really hard too. At first it hurt a lot but then it started to feel good. And then I think I came in my pussy for the first time, but I don’t know. I was dripping with cum. I came on my clit, certainly.

  “She was allowed to stay round at mine a few times, which she did, since we were only about a couple hours from school, so we could come back on weekends here and there. She was allowed to sleep with me in my bed, naturally, since she was a girl. It’s probably mostly for that reason that I ended up sort of going out with her. It was just so convenient. But it wasn’t like there was much choice, I guess, since I was at an all-girls school.

  “For the most part though, about 90 percent of the sexual experiences I’ve had have been by myself. I’ve discovered a lot reading and watching porn, I think.”

  “So you watch porn, then? A lot?” asked Chanel.

  “All the time, yeah,” replied Milana. “At least neaaarrly every day. At the moment I probably get off about once a day. Once a day has probably been usual for me for about the last – well, for all the time I can remember doing it, come to think of it now.”

  “When did you last get off?” asked Jasmine.

  “Last night, before I went to bed.”

  “What did you think about?”

  “Leyla and I mucking about together. I don’t know why – that’s just a really horny fantasy for me at the moment, I guess.”

  Chanel smiled as Milana used the intimate term for Taylor’s sister. “How about her brother? My boyfriend! Any interest there?”

  “There could be, I guess. I mean – it’s easier to relate to a girl, that’s all. That is – if he wasn’t already taken!”

  Chanel smiled again. She wasn’t letting this one go so easy. “So you’re not interested in trying things with boys?”

  “No, nooo! I am, a hundred percent!” said Milana, a little too emphatically, and both Chanel and Jasmine glanced at each other through a sideways movement of their eyes and smiled.

  “I’m actually really ready to have sex soon, maybe even a boyfriend. I just mean that when given the option of doing something with a sibling: then maybe it’s easier to get worked up about one of the same sex. Or maybe its just cause we got fairly personal about it that time last year. I’m not sure. But in terms of other guys, yeah – I am really into cock. Although again, I tend to think about that sort of stuff rather than visualize it per se. In terms of porn I’m not that interested in seeing the guy.”

  “So you watch girl-on-girl, or –”

  “Sometimes,” said Milana, cutting Chanel off this time. She was really getting into the swing of things now. Talking about sex, she surmised, was not so unlike having it – you just had to get beyond the initial awkward warm-up stage and it all became a lot easier, not to mention more pleasurable.

  “I like amateur porn, and voyeur stuff mostly. Stuff where girls my age or may
be a little younger or older by a couple years are getting themselves off. I guess it's because I can relate to that right now, I don’t know. The best stuff that I’ve done has thought has always come from up here, I think,” she said, pointing to her head. “That’s where I think it starts, anyway. A great fantasy beats a half-reasonable reality any day of the week, let’s face it.”

  An elongated silence permeated the room. She studied the girls in front of her, their separate stunning Eurasian bodies seeming slink and lustful to her as she doled out the confessions of her deepest sexuality that had burdened her conscience for so long.

  In terms of Chanel, it was her petite, demure frame and doughy-eyed little-girlishness that was so attractive, being as it was dressed to the nines in the most expensive labels that money could buy. Her skin was a complex white-opal series of multi-toned layers; her little mouth and darling-come-to-bed gaze the few moments when she became distracted and unself-conscious was the stuff of teenage fantasies.

  The incredible contrast between Jasmine’s black eyes and her pale skin were set almost artfully against her long, dark hair, tastefully highlighted in soft strands of alternating autumnal browns, and her figure was a hybrid concoctions of the petite Asian slightness – the firm tits, the tiny waist – emanating out amidst an almost voluptuous western European frame – the full ass, the long legs – much of which lay tantalizingly hidden by blatant high-society Shanghai fashion.

  Both girls’ coordinated designer clothes revealed only the contours of their shallow cleavages and trim tummies, the long designer heels they wore and upon which their tiny feet glided about with a strident discipline worthy of professional acrobatics, such was the seemingly effortless propulsion over which they conquered any surface as cameras chased them down streets, lights flashing around the occasional vulgar Chinese sexual blasphemy. She had seen it all on YouTube – the sisters were total pros, every one of them. Especially the former Dame Sofia – she had been some sort of Eurasian Marilyn Monroe. Like Marilyn, there was probably a whole closet full of possibilities as to why she had made the sudden departure that she had, Milana figured.

  “Does it make you horny talking to us about all this?” asked Jasmine at last.

  “I was just thinking about that, actually,” said Milana. “Yeah, if I’m being honest; then yeah, it does.”

  “You mean that you’re wet?”

  “Sort of. I can feel it coming up.”

  “Is it OK if I touch you?” asked Jasmine.

  At this, Milana’s cheeks lit up a rosy red, burning like hot plates that have suddenly been electrically activated.

  “Yeah, I mean – for sure. Why not?” She shrugged.

  “I get to be number two, then,” she said.

  “I’ll be number two-point-one,” said Chanel. “Do you ever finger your ass?”

  “I have done, yeah. But not normally. It might be a bit tight for you –”

  “Open up your legs then, so that we can see right through the middle of your skirt,” said Jasmine. Milana complied immediately. Somewhere she had lost her previous shyness, and she had found without trying at all that she could let herself go with these two girls.

  It made her excited, and not just emotionally, but in every way – intellectually, sensually, sexually – to hear this person that she had never heard talk before come out of the depth of her lungs, speaking in her accent, using her vocabulary.

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  “Holy mother of a frog-humping cow!” said Mason to himself. “What a greedy whore: to leave the party in this way.” Then he turned his head back towards his pretty little full-Chinese sister, Lixue Lai.

  “Forgive me, but I still don’t understand what this has got anything to do with you? If anything, this should be GOOD news for you, sweet pearl! When the sorority Dame abdicates – or at least, in the event she does – I believe that protocol is for her First Lady to take over – at least until the Party officials have had time to adjudicate –”

  “Of course that’s what’s MEANT to happen!” spat Lixue Lai, amidst another burst of tears. She switched to English in order to more accurately convey the subsequent developments to her older brother: “But Zheng Minzhen phoned me up just now and she told me that she had been nominated as the new Sorority Dame already – and then she said, ‘Lixue Lai, as Sofia’s First Lady, you will accept that I will need to start afresh, without you. Sofia was most grateful for your services though, darling, and she told me personally to thank you.’ And then she said that I was – I was – g-g-g-gone,” she sobbed.

  “She CAN’T do that!” yelled Mason.

  “She did, older brother Gan. She JUST DID! SHE JUST TOLD ME!”

  Mason bit his bottom lip hard, and looked around the room aggressively, as if he was about to punch someone. Or something. Those slutty, slutty Zhengs, they don’t care for protocol, they don’t care for their country, and they don’t care for my younger sister! My adorable, cute, sweetheart step-sister Lixue Lai, an innocent sparkling pearl, with whom I would happily lay down right now and fornicate were it not forbidden by Chinese law! Perhaps, even though it is forbidden by the law here, I might even …

  His thoughts raced on, seized by another, angrier burst of rage and laced with a hint of paranoia. The Zhengs have had their eyes on me for a while now, because I am new money, and they despise it! He would put a stop to Chanel inserting herself at the top of the sorority by force, as the new Dame, and kicking his lovely, elegant, innocent step-sister to the side of the Shanghai social curb like a bitch off the back of a stray-animal cart.

  And then came a bleep-bleep from the local news bulletin, and he knew it was too late:

  FORMER SECOND LADY CHANEL MINZHEN ZHENG KYBURG NAMED AS NEW SORORITY DAME IN UNEXPECTED CONTINUATION OF ZHENG FAMILY LEADERSHIP!

  FORMER FIRST LADY LIXUE LAI FENG LEE – SISTER OF INTERNET EMPRESARIO MASON FENG LEE – TO RESIGN IN SOLIDARITY WITH HER FORMER SISTER; EXCITEMENT IN HIGH SOCIETY CIRCLES AS DAME CHANEL ANNOUNCES “RADICAL SHAKE-UP” OF SORORITY TO MEET DEMANDS OF MEDIA-SAVVY AGE

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  It was over almost as soon as it began, but it was more intense than anything she’d experienced in a long time, coming at her by surprise and making her feel needed in a strange, whorish sort of way.

  Jasmine took her finger and made it wet by sucking on it. Chanel did the same thing, putting her finger into Jasmine’s mouth. Then she rubbed up and down Milana’s panties so that her clitoris was sensitive to all pleasures as it became hard and erect and wet. Jasmine pushed one, then two fingers into Milana’s tight but erotically active wetness, and cupped her hand underneath so that the swish-swishing motions of her thrumming finger fucking firmly thwacked against Milana’s g-spot. Chanel pushed one finger into Milana’s tight ass and wiggled the pressure towards the g-spot that Jasmine was stimulating into a warm, soapy film of liquid inside her vagina.

  Both the girls then released their grip on her in unison.

  “Ahhhhhh-uuuhhhhmmm!” Milana gasped, opening her eyes to the two hip, cooler-than-ice, sexy society seductresses that she really, really hoped now would soon be her sisters. “That was nice, thank you.”

  But the girls arranged themselves professionally again behind their desk. Jasmine briefly sucked Milana’s cum off her fingers.

  “So, how do you like China, then? Do you see yourself staying here for a bit, or are you gonna go back to the States sometime soon?” Jasmine asked her at length.

  Milana’s clit was throbbing and she felt as if her panties had been soaked. She reluctantly forced her mind to steer its focus on the question at hand. Questions about China, she found, had to be handled very delicately usually. Show not enough enthusiasm and you looked to be a fly-by-night, here for a year or two and then off to the next glamorous stop once the economic party had run low on supplies; show even just a little too much enthusiasm, however, and you risked looking like you knew-it-all.

  “I hated it when I first got here to be honest,” said Milana, and that drew a smile from
Chanel and Alyssa ’s faces. “At the moment I’m indifferent to it. I think that eventually I’m going to really love it, if I manage to make it my own someday, which I hope to. But who knows when that’ll be.”

  “Well, it could be a lot sooner than you think,” said Chanel, and for the first time during today’s interview, her smile was genuinely warm. But only for a second, before it returned to cordial superficiality.

  “How about you, though. Is there anything else you wanted to add?” Jasmine asked Milana.

  Having bonded so intimately with the two girls just now – they had, after all, just been inside her – she felt like letting them as far into her life as they would willingly come. Best of all, having overcome her shyness, she was starting to actually feel like one of them now.

  “Well, I have a trust fund,” she boasted. “It was given to me on my eighteenth birthday by my parents. It’s for five million dollars.” Milana could see that she had visibly impressed the girls, which only made her speak more freely.

  “I guess that may be of some importance to my status as a society girl. Anyway, one million of it is available now to me, although my parents would know if I withdrew it. There’s another million when I turn twenty-one, and another three million when I’m twenty-five – same deal, it’s mine but my parents’ll know if I take it out. After thirty it’s all mine to do what I like with without anyone knowing at all. My brothers and sisters both have the same thing, although they’re not eighteen yet, so they don’t get any of it.

  “To be honest, I haven’t even touched mine. It’s not like I’ve needed to. Daddy seems to have set me up a personal account almost everywhere it seems worthwhile going out here. Even your boyfriend Taylor’s place – Milk, I think it’s called. Although I haven’t really had a chance to go there yet. They say it’s kinda an in-crowd place to go, and I don’t really know that many people still, apart from the ones at Theo Farrell, and they’re all pretty sleazy.”