“You may well believe, dear Beatrice, that I agreed warmly with my employer,” said the butler. “Had I not fucked his own daughter when she was not even twelve years old? And you are but thirteen years old, my dear, and I would dearly like to fuck you now. But see, we are close to the hall. Perhaps it would be best for me to ride up top once again.” So saying, the butler rapped for Old Adam to stop the carriage - and rapped again, for the deaf driver did not hear. As the carriage drew to a halt Mr William drew a kerchief from his pocket and, moistening it with a little spittle, applied it to my cheek. “My dear, there is a little drop of my spend there. Imagine if that should be noted!” After cleaning the stains of his passion from my face he stepped out of the carriage and sat up with the driver.
Soon after this the gravel of the long drive up to the house was crunching under the carriage wheels, and Mr. William, formal and polite, handed me out.
His tale had greatly heated my blood, but as he had duties to attend to, I could not find satisfaction in his embrace. Lucy was gone and Frederick and Alice were engaged in playing croquet. There was no one I could turn to, and nothing for it but to make my own entertainment.
I returned to Theresa Marchmont for after all the story, though a simple moral tale, was not without interest. I read how Theresa was married to Lord Greville, against her wishes - but what freedom has society ever given women? - and he proved to be a decent husband. But in due course she learned her true love, Lord Percy, had been killed in the wars in against that noted Dutch admiral, Michiel de Ruyter. Theresa was plunged into madness and confined.
Indeed I have a copy of the story on my shelf even now, for it reminds me of days past, when I was still healthy, and so I can transcribe some of it for you, dear Walter. Mrs. Gore has Greville tell us:-
“It was nearly three years after the period to which I have alluded (which is to say, Theresa’s descent into madness) that an accident of which I need not remind you, my beloved Helen, introduced me to the acquaintance of your family. You may remember the backwardness with which I first received their approaches; the very name of Percy had become ominously painful to me, and yet it inspired me with a strange and undefinable interest. A spell appeared to attract me towards you, and in spite of my first resolution to the contrary, in spite of the melancholy reserve that still dwelt upon my mind, I became an acquaintance, and at length the favoured inmate and friend, of your father. Could I imagine the dangers that lurked beneath his roof? Could I believe that while I thus once more indulged in the social converse to which I had been long a stranger, I should gain the affections of his child? The playful girl towards whom my age enabled me to assume an almost parental authority, while I exercised, in turn, the parts of playmate and preceptor, beloved as she was in all the charms of her dawning beauty, and artless naiveté, inspired me with no deeper sentiment; not even when I saw her gradually expand into the maturer pride of womanhood, and acquire that feminine gentleness, that dignified simplicity of character, which had attracted me in Theresa Marchmont.
My Walter, can you doubt that under my hand the story should have taken a different turn? It is a foolish melodrama in which Greville pretends his mad wife is dead so that he may marry Helen; and it is on that passion for Helen that my imagination flies. Shall I let it roam free? I have quite the fancy to make myself the man. I should indeed have gained the affections of the pretty child and I should have exercised more than parental authority over her. As preceptor I would have initiated her into the ways of love even as the charms of her womanhood had yet to bloom. There should have been no agonizing over bigamy &c from me; I should not have been the fool Greville was, but rather used my power and prestige for the most wicked behaviour! My short life - as my narrative shows - has been replete with the pleasures of love, yet as a man how much more I should have achieved! I should have debauched a score of young girls and boys, slaking every outrageous lust the mind can conjure.
Later that day I learned that as a result of Mr. William’s business in town, Mr. Marchmont needed to visit his lawyers in London; and that very afternoon he left, taking wife and butler with him. Naturally this seemed a great blow, for in my heated state I had been anticipating the planned frolic with William and Alice that night. But as the poet reminds us, “Here does a sable cloud turn forth her silver lining on the night.” Without William or Lucy to play with Alice, her passions would be unsatisfied and perhaps I could push her towards the arms of her brother for solace. Certainly when they came in from their game of croquet there seemed to be a more than usual flush of excitement on dear Alice’s face.
After dinner was served that evening, Frederick dismissed the servants and prevailed upon the aunt to play at the piano so that he could dance with we girls. He also secured a bottle of fizz to add jolliness to the proceedings.
The house had several books of popular songs, from which the aunt selected Two Merry Girls. It seemed to me the choice was apt in a way she could not possibly know, and you will understand my meaning when you recall the lyrics -
Two merry girls, from morn to night
Our mirth and song we mingle,
The reason why we never sigh,
We both mean to keep single,
We both mean to keep single;
We climb the hills, We rove the vales together,
The tempests blow, no fear we know,
Our life’s all sunny weather,
The tempests blow, no fear we know,
Our life’s all sunny weather.
But if amid our green retreat, Some wandering youth we chanced to meet
Then tell me, sister, should you fly and leave me lonely standing by?
Why sister dear, there’s danger seen
When youths and maids meet on the green,
But, should I fly you’d quickly see, how soon the youth would follow me,
How soon the youth would follow me. Oh!
My sister dear, your pride is such, You prize your beauty far too much,
I really think you’d change your mind, if that same youth would stay behind,
You cannot think, my sister dear, he’d stay with you when I was near.
Ah! Sister, lest we rivals be, henceforth alone we will wander free,
Henceforth alone we will wander free.
Two merry girls from morn to night, our mirth and song we mingle,
But now I know you want a beau, and mean not to keep single,
You don’t, you won’t, you don't mean to keep single.
You don’t, you won’t, you don’t mean to keep single.
For that was my exact purpose, to persuade Alice to ‘change her mind’ regarding that ‘wandering youth.’
As brother and sister danced to this lively tune, I could see Frederick’s hand caress Alice’s lovely bottom over her flowing silk dress. A blush spread across her cheek and she raised her hand to slap his face - yet I could see her slap was more like a caress. Even so, she moved his hand from her bottom to her hip. But Frederick continued to press his suit, darting forward to kiss her lips. She let his kiss linger a moment before pulling away in confusion and going to the table for a sip of champagne.
I stepped up and took over the dance. And as Frederick put his hand around me, you can be sure I did not reject any of his advances. Tipping my head up I invited him to kiss me, and he darted his tongue into my willing mouth. Alice was watching us, her lips slightly parted in an excess of passion. Filled with erotic excitement myself, I felt bold and rude, and my fingers went to Frederick’s trousers and nimbly let free his engorged penis. His manly cock pressed up against my silk dress, its purple head already leaking the clear liquid the presages coition. I dandled my fingers over the lovely instrument, lifting a drop of the liquid to my lips, making sure Alice saw I poked out my tongue to taste it. Ah, how her eyes sparkled at the illicit sight!
I could not let Frederick spend with the aunt so nearby (despite her back being to us), so I tucked his pego back in his trousers, broke away from him and opened my arms to beckon Alice to take a turn with me. We had of course had many dancing lessons at school, and as there were no boys there girl danced with girl, taking turns at the male part. As she came to my embrace, I glanced at the aunt to make sure she continued unaware of our little games. Pressing my lips to dear Alice’s, I pushed my tongue into her mouth, my hand ranging over her dress, first on her lovely bottom and then her dear pussey. She pressed against me amorously as I whispered in her ear, “Is not your brother fine and handsome tonight? And his sweet pego ready to please? Dear Alice, shall we share him after we have retired? Say you will, my love!”
It amused me that Alice, usually so bold and provocative in matters of love, should blush like the greenest maiden at these words. How oddly our scruples can govern us! But I could see my words were having an effect. I kept caressing her as we danced, doing all I could to stoke her passions and overcome her reluctance to let her brother fuck her.
Ah, I played quite the temptress that evening, dancing with brother and sister in turn, stroking and touching them to keep their passions high. Frederick was naturally complicit with my endeavours, kissing and rubbing his sister each time they danced. I made sure we were all well-plied with fizz so that by the time the aunt suggested we retire, all three of us were at the very peak of erotic anticipation.
We went to our respective bedrooms to change, and then I slipped into Alice’s chamber, taking her into my arms to renew my passionate kisses all over her pretty face, caressing her bubbies under her silk night-gown as I did so.
“Let me take you to Frederick, dearest Alice” I whispered. “He is dying to be in you, you would not disappoint him, would you?” Alice, her tongue in my mouth, gave an erotic moan at this but said nothing. I took her by the hand and she did not resist as I led her to Frederick’s room, our naked feet tip-toeing as quiet as possible down the hallway. Opening his door we found his room well lit and him naked on his bed, slowly handling his shaft. Despite having seen his penis many times before, Alice blushed at the sight, for she knew he meant to use it on her.
“Dearest sister!” said Frederick, “Come lie by me and let us caress each other’s charms.” I led Alice to the bed as Frederick sat up and took her in his arms, embracing her and rapturously pressing his lips over hers. Pushing deep into her mouth, he began to lick and suck her tongue. She was all atremble but I began to cover her back with kisses and caress her bubbies so that the erotic desire should overcome what was left of her scruples against committing the crime of incest with her brother. So it proved; she became hotter and more eager, returning her brother’s passion with greater readiness.
“Take his pego in your hand,” I whispered in her ear; she did so. “Take him in your mouth, dear Alice” I whispered; she did so. The sight of it was most erotic to my senses, seeing the sister lovingly sucking her brother’s noble cock. I began to kiss Frederick as his sister continued her work. He broke away to lift my nightdress over my head and kiss my bubbies. I arched my neck in pleasure, intoxicated at the delicious sight that was unfolding before me - ah, this beautiful brother and sister becoming lovers!
I wanted to see the final consummation of this illicit passion and took Alice’s hand. She looked up from her brother’s randy penis and I stooped down to kiss her, our tongues mingling saliva as the musky taste of Frederick’s cock percolated into my mouth.
“Now for the final stroke of love, dearest Alice,” I said to her. “I want to see you mount him.”
Alice felt one last twinge of morality - “But he is my brother - it would be incest - so wrong.”
“Pleasure is never wrong, dearest love, as long as all parties are willing. And you know that at Fred’s birthday, Abigail Vavasour fucked her brother Charlie and she told me it gave her the greatest delight? There is no shame, my dear. Brother and sister, father and daughter, mother and son, boy and man, boy and boy, boy and girl, girl and man and oh - every combination, every act - all is good, my Alice, all is delight.”
Fred added his voice to my appeal. “Dear sister, what Beatrice says is true, for Charlie told me he thought he had fucked Abigail that glorious evening. And I know from my correspondence with him since then that he and she have become confirmed lovers. They fuck regularly and, believe me, they enjoy it to the utmost. Later, I will show you Charlie’s letter as proof. It is a most racy read, and it will surely pique your salacious nature.”
I took Alice by the hand and had her stand. I directed her to climb onto the bed and straddle her brother. His cock stood up stiff and hard as marble. I had a quick suck at Alice’s cunny, adding my saliva to the juices of love already flowing freely from her. Taking Frederick’s noble tool in my fingers, I held it to her pussey. “Let him in, dear, let him in,” I said. Alice, her face suffused with blushes, began to bear down on her brother. I watched in delight as his eager penis slid into her. Alice gave a deep sigh of pleasure as, for the first time, she was filled with her brother’s cock.
Slowly she began to move up and down on him, quietly moaning in delight. “Dear brother, dear Fred, it is so wrong, so wrong but yet delicious… Oh, Fred, I have indeed dreamed of your lovely cock in me but it was so wicked, how could I tell you?”
“Dearest sister,” replied her delighted brother. “Why did you not tell me? Do you not know I have wanted to fuck you ever since your bubbies began to grow? And how envious I am that Willie was your first fuck! How I would have loved to take your maidenhead, my sister.”
“Ah Fred, what a shame we did not act on our passions,” she replied. But then conversation ceased as Alice fell forward to press her lips to her brother’s, smothering his face in kisses, licking him all about. Her saliva flowed freely and Fred gasped, “Dear sister, spit into my mouth, the idea of sharing your saliva somehow maddens me.”
As brother and sister descended deeper into their forbidden passion, I kneeled on the end of the bed, behind Alice. I applied my eager tongue to her bottom-hole and pussey as Fred thrust his cock in and out of her. I did not neglect Fred either, licking his shaft as he fucked his sister, and running my tongue over his balls. I could tell by the increasing pace of their movements that the crisis was fast approaching. A wicked idea seized me; I leaned forward and took Alice under the chin, turning her mouth to me for a deep kiss, and as our tongues mingled I inserted my index finger into her fundament and whispered, “You do have another virginity you could give to your brother, dear.”
This salacious idea excited brother and sister so much that it brought on the crisis directly. Fred let out a deep gasp as he began to spend, shooting his balm of love into his loving sister’s cunny. The throbbing of the shaft and hot jets of sperm brought about her own spend and her back arched against me, compressing my little breasts, as the pleasure overwhelmed her. I reached down to manipulate her swollen clitoris as she spent, kissing her neck and running my tongue into her ear as I did so. Her spend done, she fell forward onto her loving brother’s chest, her hair tousled and a patina of sweat all across her tender young body. As she lay panting on top of Fred, I once more caressed her from behind, licking the mixed juices of their love from her pussey.
“Oh, cease, Beatrice dear, cease, I am too tender,” begged Alice. “Then clench your sweet cunny a little, dear, to expel the fruits of love so that I may enjoy them.” Alice did so and as her brother’s sperm dripped from her well-fucked vagina I licked it up eagerly. After that I crawled back up the bed and all three of us joined lips and tongues in a lingering mutual kiss. Leaning against the wall I said, “And do you think incest so bad, now, my Alice?”
Despite the passion with which she and her brother had loved each other, she blushed again. But she owned that the experience had indeed been delightful. “And now Fred must give you a taste of the same pleasure, my Beatrice” said she.
“He shall indeed,” I agreed. “But let us rest a while, drink a little champagne, and have a look at Charlie’s letter of which you spoke, Frederick.”
Alice poured the fizz while Fred took the letter from its hiding place (in Bowdler’s Family Shakspeare) and, unfolding it, began to read to us.
Charlie Vavasour’s Letter
H-------d Castle, Yorkshire
February 1, 18--
My dear Frederick,
You will forgive me for not writing to you since our revels at your birthday party on New Year’s Day, for you can be sure it has not been far from my mind. When you next see Lady Beatrice, pass on my fond affections to her - my God! six times that little minx made me spend. She may have had the only unfledged cunny of the assembly, but she fucked as if born to it - I hope, dear Fred, you were able to enjoy her charms over the rest of that festive season.
You will recall that I told you I thought I had fucked my sister in the mêlée, though I could not be sure - yet it was the mere suspicion that it was she who I was inside which let me achieve another spend, something I thought not possible after my cavort with Beatrice. That story pleased you, did it not? - for it gave you quite the cockstand, which I was pleased to relieve for you. And did not I draw from you not merely a delicious spend, but also the admission you were desirous of your own sister? Ah, you rogue!
Have you had her yet, Fred? In this letter it is my purpose to urge you to make the attempt, for I can tell you I had a little tête-à-tête with my charming sister and that dear girl admitted she had indeed been my partner at your birthday revel. She was shamefaced as she said it, thinking I might despise her for her wicked ways. Not so! Her admission caused a swelling in my breeches that she could not miss. “Oh, Sir, the confession excites you, does it?” said she.
I admitted that it did, and drawing her to me for a kiss that was far from brotherly, I begged her to be my partner again - this time with the benefit of illumination that I might enjoy her sweet charms to the full. Of course I had seen her quite naked at your party, dear Fred, yet at that time my erotic feelings towards her had not yet awoken. But now, as she eagerly tipped tongues with me and I began to unhook her dress to reveal her bubbies to my excited gaze, my feelings were of a very different tenor.
In a trice I had her naked and then she set to denuding me of every stitch of clothing. As my cock reared up before her at full stand, she dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. The sight of it was nearly enough to make me spend at once, and so after just a very little sucking I withdrew my cock from her mouth. Taking her hand to draw her to her feet, I led her to the bed in the inner sanctum of her boudoir (where our interview took place). I knew that none of our many servants would dare enter the outer room without knocking, let alone the inner chamber; and so not only were we quite free from fear of surprise, but also there was little chance of any sound of our impending bout being overheard.
Dear Fred, perhaps I am partial as she is my sister, but as I led her to her bed it seemed to me I had Aphrodite herself by the hand - the pouting lips, the glistening eyes, the pearly teeth, the fine swell of her proud bubbies, the milk-white skin, the smooth belly, the sweet, soft dark hair between her long, slender legs, the callipygian delights behind - what a perfect vision of beauty!
Clasping her in my arms once more, I kissed her with all my passion and then laid her down on her bed. I proceeded to cover her whole body with kisses, down her neck and over her breasts, where naturally I lingered awhile, kissing her nipples to yet greeter stiffness and causing her to writhe and wriggle beneath me. I moved on, across her belly and towards the true target of love, the mons veneris - ah - her delightful cunny! The contrast of her fine black hair and the vermillion of her cleft was a delight. I felt as if I could devour her, and I plunged my eager tongue within.
But she was no passive partner. “Turn yourself about on me, Charlie,” said she, “that I may caress you as you caress me.” Easily done, and now she took my raging cock in her mouth as I set to on her cunny. It was not many moments before I reached the crisis and fired my juice into her mouth. Working my tongue on her clitoris she spent a few moments later whereafter we cuddled and kissed in each other’s arms in the delicious languor of satiated love.
There was something so stimulating about being in my sister’s bed, with her naked beside me. Soon enough my cock rose again and there was nothing for it now but that I must have her. Laying over her I guided my ready prick into her waiting cunny; how she sighed to feel me enter her. As I plunged in and out of her I first kissed her mouth and then her bubbies, as she murmured, “Yes, Charlie, dear brother, push on, push on.”
To vary the fun I then had her sit atop and ride a St. George on me. How delightful it was to see the lips of her cunny cling to my shaft as she rode me. Then I had a fancy to take her from behind, as the bull mounts the cow; and this seemed to yield a whole new sensation on my shaft as my angle of attack changed. Add to that the charming sight of her wrinkled little arsehole (to which I applied a finger) now exposed to my lascivious gaze and it is no wonder that I could hold back no longer, positively slamming my belly into her buttocks as I fired my spend into her.
My dear Fred, I must expatiate on the delights of incest! A young man cannot walk out with a young lady unless she is his betrothed without exciting comment of the most negative kind; yet if that young man walks out with his sister, then all regard it as a most wholesome and natural thing. And therein lies the glory; for Abigail and I have been spending much time together and our fond and foolish parents take delight in how we care for each other. How little idea they have that whenever we are alone, and sure not to be surprized, then we behave in the most passionate and indecent fashion, glorying in each other’s flesh. She is Hera and I am indeed Zeus when I fuck her!
We have fucked in the gazebo, the boathouse, her bed, my bed and even in the bath (though that took some manoeuvring so that the servants should not suspect anything amiss); she even sucked me to a spend in the carriage as we rode to church last week - and as we sat through Vicar Menteath’s somewhat dry sermon she placed my cape over my lap, unbuttoned my trousers, and frigged me to another glorious emission. It was all I could do to keep my composure as I spouted all over her hand, but I managed it so that no one noticed, even having the presence of mind to take my kerchief from my pocket to wipe her fingers clean.
The Bible tells us that “Though hand join in hand … the seed of the righteous shall be delivered” - well, did we not give that verse a new meaning when Abigail shook Menteath’s hand as we left the church! You will smile, Frederick, to learn that the worthy cleric even raised her hand to his lips, little suspecting it was besmirched with the dried remains of my illicit lusts.
I assure you, Fred, that had I seen Abigail then as I see her now, young Bucktown would most certainly not have been her first lover; I should have made her mine long ago.
Open as my eyes now are to the opportunities that lie in taking liberties with one’s own sisters, Fred, I can tell you that my designs increasingly turn towards my other sister Dora. She is just past her twelfth year, and her bubbies are beginning to grow. As I no longer have any secrets from Abigail, I have told her my thoughts and she is enchanted by the idea of it. She has promised to initiate little Dora into the joys of tribadism and so prepare her for my suit. The thought of it makes my cock stand as I write these words, and you may look for another letter from me soon to apprise you of Abigail’s success - and I hope, my own attack on Dora’s virginity soon thereafter.
I shall close now, for Abigail has just come into my study and even now is unbuttoning me. Let me urge you once more, dear Fred, to make an attempt on the lovely Alice; your sister is a randy and lecherous girl and I am sure you could initiate her into the ways of sibling love.
Be sure to write to me should you attain that delightful girl, and be equally sure to burn this letter after reading; you know my family’s position in society and we can afford no hint of scandal.
With warmest affection,
Charlie.
***
You may wonder, dear Walter, how it is that I am able to reproduce this letter. I will tell you. I took the missive from Frederick, saying that it should be burned as requested, and that I would do so. But it was so stimulating that I was reluctant to consign it to the flames. And so I wrote to Charlie, asking him if I might keep it, promising on my honour that it should never be revealed. Charlie gave his permission and that was the start of a correspondence between us that persists to this day.
We were often lovers, and I can tell you that he did indeed succeed in seducing his younger sister. I frolicked with Dora myself, and had the tale from her own lips of how Abigail first initiated her into the pleasure that one girl may take in another, and then how Charlie tutored her in all the ways of coition. It was a most racy tale, all the more erotic coming from a sweet blushing twelve-year-old girl, and perhaps I shall recount it for you hereafter, if I can find the energy. There is also the little tale of the time Charlie, Abigail and Dora were engaged in mutual caresses and were surprized by the younger brother, Alfred, an angelic ten-year-old, and a fine adventure came of that. Sweet Walter, my life has not been long, but it has been full.
Charlie would have married me, had he been free to choose; but such is the status of his family he had to make a political marriage. That is one of the reasons he is already becoming a man of power and influence. His exalted position has let him indulge in the widest and most debauched range of erotic adventures, and he has shared many of these with me. His role with the diplomatic service, for example, has led him on some very memorable frolics in Canton. After my death you will find these letters secure in my vault. Read them, dear Walter, and then burn them (as I have, after so many years, burned the letter I transcribed above); for I could not rest peaceful in my grave did I think these salacious escapades should come to public attention. It should quite ruin Charlie and many other members of high society too. I know I can trust in your integrity, my beloved.
And so let us return to the night Fred first fucked his sweet sister.
Refreshed by a bumper of fizz and Alice’s sweet kisses about my face and person, I took Fred’s cock in my hand, already at half-mast witnessing his sister’s caresses upon me (and as I have often observed, the sight of two women together maddens many a man with lust, no matter how spent he may feel.) I took him in my mouth to bring him to full stiffness and then I straddled over him and eased his cock into my snug harbour. Alice tried to heighten my pleasure by running a finger into my bottom-hole, but with Fred’s fine tool filling my pussey there was some pain.
“Cease awhile, dear Alice,” I begged her. “And bring your pussey to Fred’s mouth so that he may pleasure you.” Nothing loth, Alice climbed over her brother and brought her pussey to his mouth. As he delightedly gamahuched her, she leaned forward to kiss me. We sucked tongues most delightedly and soon I spent copiously. I felt Fred was about to pour his libation into my loving pussey, but I had another plan for the coup de grâce.
I let his loving tool slip from my pussey, and, after giving it a kiss and darting my tongue into the little orifice at the top, I said, “Now, Fred, Willie took her first virginity, but she has one more to give, and I mean to see you take it.” Fred’s cock positively twitched at this, and Alice gave a sigh of mixed alarm and desire.
“Let me see you work on her in the traditional way to stir up her passions,” I said to Fred.
“I suppose I must be on my hands and knees,” said Alice. She thrust her bottom in the air, and I guided Frederick into her cunny. As he began his work, I applied my eager tongue to her arsehole, alternating with one finger and then two to loosen the way.
As Alice, her face pressed into the pillow, moaned in growing frenzy, I thought of my fuck with Willie on the little island and his advice about profane vocabulary. My blood was up and I felt no hesitation. “Now, dear Fred, while your cock is as hard as marble, let us proceed. I want to see you slide it into your dear sister’s arsehole. How about that, dear Alice? Are you ready to be buggered by your brother? I am agog to see it, beloved, Fred’s lovely tool sliding deep into your bowels. I shall withdraw my fingers from your arsehole and put him to it.”
Doing just as I said, I guided the head of Frederick’s penis to his sister’s bottom-hole. “Push on, Fred, fuck her little bunghole! Yours will be the first penis she has taken by the nether route. How about that? Does it not delight you, to bugger your sister? It is the most depraved act, is it not? Incest and sodomy, and perpetrated on a girl who is little more than a child!” I could see my erotic dialogue was having the effect I sought. Fred’s eyes glowed with pleasure as he slowly eased his rigid penis into his sister’s tight bum-hole.
Alice began to whimper a little at the novel intrusion, gasping as her brother’s cock stretched her tight sphincter. I put my lips to her ear and whispered, “Courage, my dear, courage, the pain will pass off soon – and you do want him in you, do you not? Your own brother’s cock deep in your bowels, that’s your desire, yes, to be fucked then buggered and fucked again. I would love to have him in my own arsehole but I am too tight. It’s a sign you have the more venereal nature, my dear. Ah, see, now he is almost fully sheathed in you, how does it feel?” Alice could do nothing but groan, her breath coming in deep puffs.
I gave her a loving kiss and then wriggled my way under her haunches, rotating myself so that I could plunge my tongue into her cunny, its lips somewhat distended by the presence of Fred’s cock in her anal passage. I kissed and sucked her dear clitoris, lifting her passions to yet a new level. As she moaned I raised a hand to Fred’s shaft and motioned him to begin thrusting in and out. Ah, how delicious it was, to gamahuche the sister as the brother’s noble cock slid in and out of the gaping sphincter.
“That’s it Fred, fuck her, fuck her, yes, let her feel your fine cock in her arse, oh, she likes being buggered, she likes being buggered by her brother, brother and sister, such wicked incest!”
Fred could not contain his passion long under the onslaught of my vulgar words and the tight grip of his sister’s bottom-hole. With a convulsive shudder he plunged his cock yet deeper into her bowels, and I could see the vein on the underside throb and swell as he fired hot jets of sperm into her clutching bottom. I redoubled my attack on her engorged clitoris and she began to spend while Fred was still firing into her. “Oh - oh - oh” she said (yelped, rather) - “That’s it Fred, I can feel you spurting inside me, oh, fill me up, how delicious to have your cock violating my anus, dearest brother!”
Fred’s cock, its work done for the while, began to soften and soon the tight elastic sphincter of his sister’s arsehole squeezed him out. As his penis withdrew from its lovely sheath, a gush of sperm followed, dribbling down onto my forehead. When I felt the first drops on my forehead, I craned my neck up, bringing my head back so that I could catch the remaining drops in my mouth, swallowing the mix of Fred’s semen and Alice’s inner secretions with gusto. That dear girl got off her hands and knees and, flinging her hands round her brother, kissed him warmly. “Dear Fred, it was agony at first but when the pain passed off it was sheer delight. You may have me that way whenever you please, dear brother!”
Not to neglect me, Alice beckoned me into her arms, kissing me with great delight and even licking the up the drops of sperm about my hair and forehead. “How bad you are, Beatrice, to tempt me into incest and to take Fred’s cock in my bottom-hole,” said she, continuing to cover me in loving kisses. “I think I should punish you for it, but after all it was a delight in the end.”
Breaking her kiss, Alice nimbly jumped off the bed and withdrew the chamber pot from under it. “I must use this in a necessary way,” said she. “Fred, you served too much fizz!”
“I saw it go in, and now I shall see it come out,” said Frederick, lying down on the floor as his sister squatted over the pot.
Alice blushed, and said “Fred, how bad you are! But now we are free with each other, I do not mind you watching.” Then she began to fire her hot piss into the bowl and as the yellow stream splashed and gurgled Fred held his fingers in the flow.
“How good it is to see you piss, sweet sister” said he. As her flow tapered off he put his fingers to his mouth to taste his sister’s urine before licking off the drops that sparkled about her pubic hair.
The hour was growing late and we were sated with passion, and so Alice and I repaired to our rooms; but soon after I had put my light out I heard my door open and Alice crept into the room and into my bed. “Dear Beatrice, I am too excited to sleep, I must spend the rest of the night with you. And we need not worry if Mary happens to enter in the morning, for she has no imagination at all. She will only see two little girls who are close friends and quite innocent of the serious business of love.”
What I could not see in the dark was that she had a rod of birch twigs in her hand. You may imagine my surprise, as I lay on my bed, my bottom thrust in the air at her instruction (telling me that she wished to caress me that way) I felt not her tongue but the sharp blow of the rod. I yelped in surprise and alarm and all of a sudden I felt her fingers about my mouth, stuffing something therein to keep me quiet.
“My stocking shall keep you quiet, Miss!” said she. “You bad girl, to have Master Frederick outrage my bottom so. You must be punished for it.” She whacked away with such a will that I thought she might draw blood, and had she not filled my mouth with that piece of fragrant silk I should have quite yelled out.
I let her have her will on me and after a few more thrashes she seemed satisfied. Pulling me to her and kissing me with ardour, she said, “There now, that is enough punishment. Let us engage in more loving touches, my dear.” Reversing upon me, she applied her mouth to my pussey and I was not behindhand in tasting her treasure. She played with my bottom-hole too, but while she could only get one finger inside me without pain, I could get three of mine into her. Soon we both sighed in pleasure and spent mutually. She wiped both our pussies dry with the silk stocking. Then, cuddled in each other’s arms we drifted into a satisfied sleep.
We were woken by Mary coming into the room to make the beds, for it was mid-morning and she expected us to be up and about. And just as Alice had predicted, she saw nothing wrong with two little girls tucked up in bed together, for in her eyes we were just children. “Ah, Mary, we were telling each other ghost stories last night and I became so scared that an ogre would stick his sword in me, I had to sleep with Beatrice,” Alice explained.
It was a stroke of luck that Alice’s birch rod and the silk stocking, soiled with the juices of our night’s love, were hidden beneath the blankets else I do not know what Mary would have thought. But disaster was avoided. Alice dismissed the maid and we set about dressing, and you will not be surprized to hear we exchanged a few loving touches as we did so.
For that day’s diversions I came up with the idea that we should recite passages from the Shakspeare in Frederick’s room. Bidding him get the book, we took turns in giving some of the more famed speeches. Alice turned out to excel at the pastime, able to produce the most impressive range of voices. If you had your eyes shut, you would have sworn that Ophelia and Perdita were spoken by different girls - the former refined and elegant, the latter rustic but filled with simple honesty. Fred and I took our turns, and even the parents joined in, but the crown went to Alice. She told me later that she had often played with the children of the servants when she was younger and had learned to mimic a wide range of voices.
Fred and Alice went for a long walk in the grounds towards dusk and when they returned both were glowing with more than the effects of a perambulation. As Alice gave me a chaste kiss of greeting on the cheek (for there were several servants in attendance) she whispered in my ear, “The narrower gate of paradise is easier to get through once you know the way.”
After dinner we played faro, inviting several of the older staff to join in since the aunt was present and there would be no opportunity for any indecencies. As we retired for the night Alice took me to one side and said in a low voice, “Dear, I have a head-ache and I am a little sore behind, so you shall have Frederick to yourself if you are in the mood for a romp.”
Naturally I went to Fred’s room and we enjoyed a slow, languorous fuck. Fred explained that he wanted to maintain some of his energies for Lucy’s return the next day and so we did not attain the heights of lubricity we had achieved the night before. But before I left Fred’s room he asked me to make water for him, which I did. I then held his cock as he urinated and even licked up the drops from his shaft when the stream ended. I was indeed feeling an increasing willingness for this intimate display and it made me desirous of another turn with Fred; but he would save his powers for his Lucy, and so I returned to my chamber still in an excited mood. But Alice too was hors d’combat and so needs must I sleep with passions still burning.
The parents returned the next day, as did Lucy, and so the house was once again full of life. Fred made his assignation with Lucy and Alice told me she too had made a compact with Mr. William to spend that night in his room. I was of course happy for their impending delight, but where should I find satisfaction?
The answer did not take long to occur to me; Mr. Marchmont. The butler’s tale had made clear his penchant for younger partners and though he had so far taken a properly formal attitude to me I was confident I could draw him out. He was, I knew, a keen amateur botanist and was proud of his collection of specimens from around the dominions. He liked to talk about this and so I prevailed upon him for a lecture. He agreed to the appointment and bid me meet him there a few hours hence. I gave some thought to how best make my attack upon him. I had a Garibaldi shirt in my wardrobe, a style that had just come in. It showed my developing figure off to good effect and if I did not button it fully it would give him a peep at my little breasts. I chose the sheerest silk stockings I had, to show my legs at their best, and no drawers so that I might have a chance to crouch down and expose my cunny.
Mr. Marchmont was waiting for me in the hothouse and began to discuss his collection. Had I been less heated (an effect increased by the moist warmth of our surroundings) this might have had some interest. But my goal was pleasure, not learning. As Mr. Marchmont pointed out this plant and that, I leant down to inspect his treasures, hoping he should take a glance at mine. But he seemed wholly oblivious to my strategy.
There was an orange tree in the glasshouse, and it had been trained in growing so that its trunk formed a kind of bench. I sat upon this bench carelessly holding my legs apart. And, again - nothing! There was perhaps a twitch in his breeches as he saw my little nook, yet hardly more than a stir. My dear Walter, it was one of the few times in my life I had failed in a seduction. Most puzzling! I knew he had a taste for the young cunny and here was a young cunny for him; we were unlikely to be surprized and could enjoy a frolic. But he made no attempt, not even placing a hand upon me.
I was most piqued. I am sure that there was a pout on my face as I left the glasshouse, where Mr. Marchmont continued to fuss over his plants. To whom could I turn for satisfaction now?
Ah, sometimes satisfaction comes from an unlooked for quarter! Early that evening Mrs. Marchmont sent her personal maid, Betty, to me to request an interview in her boudoir. Betty took me to the door, knocked, and retired. I entered. I had not been in this room before or indeed this corridor of the house. The room was sumptuously decorated and hung with paintings that I assumed to be former generations of Marchmonts. Long curtains in green velvet hung over the windows, with sofas to the side and a large chaise longue also in deepest green. The door to the inner chamber was closed, and Mrs Marchmont sat at a fine escritoire, in the Queen Anne style, writing a letter. She looked up upon my entry.
“Ah, Lady Beatrice” she said, a rather severe expression on her face, and bid me stand in front of her. I was a little alarmed by this. The family knew I preferred not to use the honorific. Was I to be punished? Had she learned of my debauches with her children?
“Lady Beatrice,” she said again, “We must have a delicate conversation.” Seeing the alarm on my face, her expression softened a little. “Do not be alarmed,” she said. “It is simply that what I have to say is a little awkward. Come closer, to my side of the desk.” I did so and she took my hands in hers. “Beatrice, you are becoming a young woman now, and perhaps you are not aware of the new obligations this brings to a lady. My dear, your shirt is certainly a fine-looking garment, but you must understand the need to button it properly.”
I feigned not to understand her meaning, obliging her to explain more clearly. “I noticed earlier today when you bent to pick up a book you dropped that you quite exposed yourself - your breasts, I mean, dear” - here she blushed a little - “and that is not proper at all. Of course between we women it is not such a bad thing, but you must think of Frederick and the male servants - and even Mr. Marchmont. You know nothing of the ways of love yet, but when a man sees such sights he may become enflamed and that would put you at risk. You must remember propriety and modesty.”
As she said this she let go my hands and began to fasten the upper buttons of the offending garment. As she did so, her hands brushed across my little breasts, bring my nipples to attention. Mrs. Marchmont noticed the hard little nubbins outlined against the fabric and, it seemed to me, she gave a little start and squeezed her legs together.
Still playing the innocent ninny, I said “It is the first time I have worn the shirt, so I am not familiar with it. But let me try as if I were dressing in the morning.” So saying, I began to unbutton the shirt as if to practice closing it properly.
“Beatrice - I don’t think…” began Mrs. Marchmont, but in a trice my nimble fingers had the shirt unbuttoned and opened, revealing my swelling breasts to her gaze. Her face flushed red in earnest, and I had no doubt but that she was stimulated. Her eyes were riveted on my bubbies and her eyes positively flashed fire. Now was the time for me to take action before she came to her senses and told me to dress. I took her hands in mine and placed them over my breasts. “Sometimes I feel so strange here,” I said. “And when I touch them, I get such an odd, tingling feel all over that I wonder what is happening to me. I even imagine someone caressing me… and perhaps you caressing me now - oh, is that terribly wrong, dear Mrs. Marchmont?”
She was undone. I could tell by her more laboured breathing and parted lips that she was growing overcome with desire. “Call me Frances, dear,” she said. “And would you truly like to be caressed, even by one of your own sex?”
“Oh, more than anything, dear Frances,” I said, looking directly into her eyes.
“My sweet Beatrice!” exclaimed she, pulling me close to her and pressing her mouth to mine. I pretended to be behindhand in the ways of love, even though the sensation of my little bubbies pushed up against her much more womanly breasts was driving me mad with lust. I kept my lips closed until her tongue pushed them apart and began to explore my mouth. Then I began to mimick her action, locking my tongue with hers so that our saliva mingled most delightfully.
Breaking away from her for a moment I said, “Frances, your bubbies are so much bigger than mine, I must see them!” So saying I eased off her gown and reached behind her to unlace her corset. As I did so she thrust her tongue into my mouth again, and placed her hands on my buttocks, giving them a most delightful squeeze. Then she helped me ease off the corset so that her lovely breasts were exposed to my view. I cupped them both in my hands, revelling in their pleasing weight, so much heavier than my little buds. I had to devour them, covering each in kisses and saliva and making Mrs. Marchmont - Frances - sigh in delight. Now her fingers were at my skirt and soon it dropped to the floor, leaving me just in my stockings. “No drawers!” exclaimed Frances. “Oh, my bad little one, that is not proper now that you are becoming a young lady.”
Again she clutched me to her fondly, her hands now on my naked bottom and her tongue in my mouth. “Lie on the chaise-longue, dearest,” said she. “I must give you the caresses you have so been longing before.” Light on my feet I dashed to it, as Frances stood, letting fall her skirts so that she too was in a glorious state of nudity. Such a profusion of hair she had between her legs, what a contrast to my own almost bare little plaything! Frances first locked the door to the room - “For we must not be disturbed in what is about to happen, dear” - and then knelt down by the chaise longue. “My darling, you must tell no-one about this, for it is a dangerous game.”
“Oh, do caress me, Frances, you may be sure I shall keep the secret.” Once more the older woman pressed her mouth to mine, her hand reaching to my excited pussey as she did so. She then brought her skilful mouth to my breasts, making me arch my back in delight as she licked my nipples to yet greater attention. Her finger explored my heated pussey and she started a little as she found herself able to slide three fingers in. “Dear puss, have you been playing here? You surely are too young to have let a man ruin you, darling?”
“Dear Frances, as I shall keep this secret so I must keep the secrets of another, but be assured nothing has taken place against my will.” This seemed to satisfy her somewhat, and she replaced her finger with her eager tongue. How my pussey glowed as her tongue and lips played about the heated parts! I clutched her head in delight, my fingers twining in her hair. “Ah, Frances, dear Frances, Frances, that’s so wonderful, that’s the way, oh, your sweet caresses… I am melting in desire, lick me, kiss and caress me!” Under the ministrations of her nimble tongue I soon spent in the greatest delight. Frances took her lips from my cunny and pressed her mouth to mine once again. I revelled in the taste of my cunt on her tongue as we kissed.
“Little fox,” said she. “I begin to think you are not the innocent I imagined. But I will not ask you to betray a confidence, and I will tell you that when I was fourteen, just a little older than you, one of the maids introduced me to all the pleasures one girl may give another. But we were found out; she was dismissed and I was whipped. It has been many years since I indulged in the act, and it is a great joy to practice the arts of Sapphic love on you.”
Kissing her fondly, I said, “And now I will practice the art upon you, sweet Frances. Let us swap places for the experiment.” I stood and she took my place, reclining luxuriously on the chaise longue; ah, I fancied the Venus of Urbino had come to life before me. I covered her face in kisses, dashing my tongue into her mouth, nibbling her lips and then kissing the hollow of her neck. Her full sweet breasts now demanded my attention. “So fine!” I whispered. Taking a nipple in my mouth I was delighted to feel it swell and stiffen. I caressed her lovely breasts, again marvelling at their bounteous fullness compared to my small bubbies.
“Lower, dear Beatrice, go lower,” breathed Frances. I was of course the willing lover, kissing down her belly and to her gloriously-haired cunt, so much more bushy and luxuriant than that of her daughter which I knew so well. I kissed all over the hairy forest, delighting in her intimate scent, more powerful than that of Alice and indeed Lucy. Applying my lips and tongue to the crack, I found her positively running with moisture, such was her excitement. Her pussey lips seemed to gape open in pleasure and she begged me to enter her with first one finger, then two and three. I did so, while still using my mouth on her. Her clitoris was greatly more developed than mine, standing tall and proud. I wanted to add still further to her delight and so I taking my fingers from her pussey, now well-coated in her essence, I eased my index finger into her wrinkled little arsehole. “Oh, dear Beatrice, how wanton! How can you be so young, look so innocent, yet know such tricks?”
Ah, indeed I could have devoured her, so glorious was her body to me. I almost wished I were a man so that I could get deeper into that delightful cunt from which both Frederick and Alice had emerged years before. Thinking that I was about the cunt of the mother and had also enjoyed the pussey of the daughter and cock of the son that came from that same passage greatly added to my salacious enjoyment. As I eased a second finger into her fundament she spent in ecstasy, almost drenching me in her liquor. You may be sure I lapped up as much of it as I could, before wriggling my body up over hears to seek a loving kiss. Lying over her, feeling her breasts against my body, her hands on my buttocks and her tongue in my mouth, I spent again without her even touching my pussey.
Tenderly I lay in her arms. “Dear Beatrice, sweet Beatrice,” she said as she gently stroked my hair. So loving, warm and tender was our embrace that I drifted into a perfect reverie for some minutes. Frances started me from this with her caressing fingers once more exploring my intimate parts. “Shall we delight in each other again?” she whispered, kissing me tenderly. I agreed most willingly, ready to revel in this fine woman’s charms.
Rising from the chaise longue, she went to her desk, taking a small bunch of keys from a drawer. Then she took me by the hand, saying, “Let us go to my bedroom, dear child.” Opening the door, I saw a room somewhat more plainly decorated than the outer chamber, with fine large windows through which the setting sun shed its dwindling light. Frances lit several lamps to add to the illumination. Then she went to a small chest by the side of the bed, decorated with ivory and mother of pearl. “Come and see, my love,” said she as she selected a key from the bunch and applied it to the lock. Sliding open the draw I was delighted to see a dozen or fifteen godemiches in it, in a range of sizes. “Little puss, you know what these are?” said she. I squeezed her hand by way of affirmation.
“Mr. Marchmont comes to my bed but seldom,” she explained, “and so I have this collection to pleasure myself - to pleasure us both, indeed.” Giving me a luscious kiss, she settled on the bed and bid me straddle my legs over her hips. Grasping me by the shoulders she pulled me down and for several minutes more we indulged in the most loving of kisses, her hands and fingers busy about my breasts, cunny and bottom as we played. But this did not admit of me having my full share of the fun, and so I nimbly reversed my position so that I could apply my mouth to her cunt while she did the same service for me.
She slid a finger into my pussey to moisten it well and then inserted it into my smaller orifice. “So warm here, little one” said she. I applied my tongue to her nether hole, thrusting it well in. “Dear, use this on me there,” said Frances, handing me a long, thin godemiche. I once more licked her arsehole to ensure it was well moistened, and then eased the instrument inside her. She took another one, this of shorter and fatter design, and worked it into my longing cunny. I exhaled in pleasure at this new intrusion, and so we went on, my tongue about her cunt and working the dildo well in her fundament, and her finger easing in and out of my tight little anus while she worked her little toy in and out of my pussey. Indeed it felt delightful, so much firmer and more rigid than the stuffed leather finger Alice had so often used on me.
I resolved to prevail on Frances to lend me one of her wicked toys for my personal use - but my true plan was to use it on Alice. Ah, the thought of using the mother’s dildo on the daughter was erotically intoxicating. Then I thought of using it on Master Frederick’s arsehole. To use the mother’s toy on the daughter and son - it was such a wickedly delicious idea that I spent at once, delivering my tribute to Venus directly into Frances’ mouth. She, older and perhaps a little slower in her passions, took longer to reach the peak of pleasure but I was nothing loth to keep working at her pussey and anus, adding a second godemiche to her cunny to partner the one in her bottom-hole until she spent in glory.
I clambered back round so she could take me in her arms, and once again we kissed and cuddled with great affection. “Dear Beatrice, how happy you have made me!” said she. “We must play again soon, but if you stay much longer you may be missed. So let us dress and bring this delicious encounter to an end.”
As we dressed I begged to borrow from her collection. “You may select what you like, my dear,” she replied. “But do be sure to hide them well. It would not do for the servants to find you in possession of such things.” I promised I would be discreet and made my choice - and, as you will readily guess, Walter, I chose the two I had used on her so intimately. Dressed, and with my prizes carefully hidden in the pocket of my dress, I left her room, all aglow from this erotic adventure and the anticipation of scandalous escapades to come.
My mood was quite light that evening, my former sulks banished by the excitement of a new love. Both Frederick and Alice remarked on my somewhat giddy disposition. I told neither the secret of it, merely wishing them the greatest pleasure in their encounter that evening.
Soon after I was in bed I heard Alice’s door open and I heard her pad off down the hall to make her rendezvous with Mr. William. My mind filled with reveries of her mother’s glorious body and the next thing I knew I was awoken by the sun pouring through the window. I heard Alice singing in her room, and slipping on a gown, I went to greet her. She met me with a fond kiss. “How was your night, dear?” I asked her.
“Ah, how good it was to be in Willie’s strong arms again!” said she. “He will always have a place in my heart, being the one who first initiated me into the ways of love.” She gave me a brief account of their frolic, which I will repeat in her words.
