Anonymous - Caroline

“Give her all, Harry. Let her learn the taste,” said Caroline and turned my face and brought my mouth to hers.

I, at gasp's end, embraced her with one arm. My wettened cock slid more furiously back and forth, was drawn upon, was sucked upon in that amazing, lewd quartet, as was my tongue in Caroline's sweet-coaxing mouth. I screwed my eyes up, grasped more deeply into Adelaide's brown hair and juddered, shuddered, quivered out a leaping jet that flooded in my sisters mouth and was succeeded by another and another while she choked and swallowed, choked and squirmed, until my sperm-rod slipped from out her lips and bubbled in its passage down her chin. Then, bleary-eyed, I watched her unbend, turn and huddle into Lady Somner's arms.

“You sillikins, you had done everything but that,” the lady murmured to her and then led her slowly out, head bent and stumbling as she went, I stepping, weakly backwards, falling on a sofa seat.

“Oh, Harry!” Caroline fell beside me and embraced me warmly once again, her fingers toying with my limp and sticky prick, her mouth pressed warmly to my neck. “Mama is naughty, but you do not mind-I know you don't.”

“Why did she do?” I uttered blurrily and felt the old, sweet, sickly swirling in my loins.

“There is no why. Not always. She has taught us that. There is no why to sun or wind or rain, she says, and so it is with love and fond desire. Adelaide will not be cross with us, I know she won't.”

“No,” I replied cloudily and leaned back. For the moment my sister seemed to have sucked the very soul from me. In the last moments-though I said it not-she had done it more strongly than ever Caroline had done, even to the last weak spurts she had absorbed. There was a silence. Caroline kissed my cheek. I felt apprehension in her that I might upbraid her, but I had no will to do so, nor had need. Indeed, I turned my face, kissed her with passion, stroked her hair. “You devil,” I remarked, “you told your Mama all-including Gertrude, as I know.”

“Everything I do will be for the best, Harry,” my love said hazily against my mouth.

“You wanted Adelaide to do that,” said I in half-accusing tone.

“Of course. She has to do it sometime, and the first is best with you. When she is put up, it will be expected.”

“Put up?” I echoed.

“Darling, yes. All the females in our house are put up sometimes-just for fun.” She nuzzled her nose into my neck beguilingly and tickled underneath my prick.

“Including you, of course,” I said stiffly and-when she did not reply-added “Is that not so? Tell the truth to me!”

“Yes, it is true. It shall be true of Adelaide as well when you and I are wed. You will be there, my pet, to have your pleasure as you will. After yesterday-after last night-I thought we were all free to do just as we will. Oh, what a silliness to make a fuss after all that we have done and said!”

It was true. I had no reply to that. Adelaide had allowed me to fuck and bugger her freely. The fact that she had been made to do what she would surely have done sooner or later was neither here nor there. And besides, she had initiated my own wickedness with her.

“Well, Harry? What say you-or do you wish us to part?” I heard.

“Oh heavens, no!” The idea was anathema. Shamefacedly and yet with eagerness to still indulge myself, I held her tight. “It is because… because I don't want to see you doing it with anyone else,” I muttered.

“I shall ignore that, Harry dear-I really shall. That is the romantic speaking in you-not the one who watched me yesterday, and well you know it, it excited you to see my bottom wriggling to a cock. Had Gertrude not been there, you would have fucked me afterwards and called me naughty names, but loved me still. I know you well enough by now, my lad, I do!”

I grinned. I could not help myself. “Even so,” I uttered foolishly, but had no words to follow those.

“We shall all go to my home today. That will be nice, will it not, Harry?”

Caroline rose and went to the window where she stood with pensive stance and appeared to be contemplating the future rather than the view.

“If you wish,” I said. I knew not really how to comport myself. Such openness as had occurred astonished me.

“Yes, I do,” came the simple reply, “and you must not be cross with me, ever in the whole world, you understand?”

I nodded and embraced her once again. We stood like children in the rain, huddled to one another, silent for a moment with our thoughts.

“I do love you, Harry. Your desires are mine and mine are yours, and ours are Adelaide's. Say you agree!” she said at last.

“I do.” I felt both strength and weakness in me. If there were guilt, it was my own as much as hers. She knew that I had feted her Mama and thought it quite a usual thing, it seemed. My arm entwined around her waist, we moved into the drawing room, but found it empty. From upstairs, I heard a little moaning sound that came from Adelaide and started forward to the stairs, but Caroline seized at my arm.

“No, Harry, no! She is being pleasured, that is all. Mama adores to deal with pretty girls. Of course, you may go up if you want.”

Her voice invited, but her eyes said no.

“There is no need,” I said, and then she smiled an angel's smile.

“I shall be your Mistress today. Tomorrow you may be the Master. Shall we have it so?” she asked.

Upon the edge of a tall cliff I stood, and knew I did.

“Yes,” said I, and so we stood and kissed.

And Adelaide whimpered softly up above.

We were to depart immediately after lunch, I learned. There was packing to be done. Caroline disappeared upstairs. I, left alone, heard all their bustling and then Adelaide descended slowly on her own. She wore a simple dress of white with a broad blue bow tied tightly round her waist and a matching ribbon in her hair. Seeing me, her eyes looked haunted. When I took her hand it was as moist as was my own. The feeling of her lips upon my prick still haunted me. I wondered if it haunted her.

“It was nice,” I said, and kissed her lustrous mouth.

“Was it?” she asked shyly and bowed her head. The tips of her breasts just touched my chest. I felt her all a-quivering. A lewdness and a tenderness were both upon me as I touched her hips and felt around her bottoms warmth.

“Will you ever suck my prick again?” I asked.

“Yes-if you want.” Raising her chin, tip of her tongue to mine. Her eyes looked hazed. “Oh, Harry, she says I will be fucked tonight!” Face hiding in my shoulder and her hands a-clutch. I palmed her globe and brought her tummy into mine.

“D'you want to be?”

Her head shook quickly. “Harry, I don't know. I feel so funny-frightened and yet not. Do you?”

“No, sillikins, of course I don't! What is to fear? Would you have rather stayed in the little hut we joked about?”

I felt the tingling of a fear-thrill as I spoke. Despite her marriage and our jousts, she was a fledgling, so I told myself. The romantic streak was broadening yet again in me, or so Caroline would have said, and yet withal my prick was eager to repeat its tasks, her belly yielding softly into mine so that I knew us both as hypocrites and libertines who wish to hide their sins beneath the shades of night.

“She is my lovely little girl!” came then the voice of Lady Somner who advanced on us, her footsteps previously unheard. “And what a bottom she has! Oh, so round and marble-smooth, so tight. I have told her she may have a pageboy if she wishes it. Have I not, Adelaide?”

With that she was turned from me and taken into Lady Somner's arms. I watched her cuddle in protectively, or so she liked to show her stance. Visions of the two youths swam before my eyes.