Anonymous: Caroline

I am diverting, and shall be chided for it by my wife. It irritates me, however, to see loose bits of string about. I had not been expected on that first afternoon I have described. The girls, as then they were, had been playing together in an amourous way and, on my appearance, the quick-witted Caroline had used my visit on an inspiration-Adelaide having listened from upstairs, though I did not know that then.

I am pleased with myself that I have tidied up that little piece, shall be called a pedant for it, but I do not care- will make amends by turning now to Gertrude who was then thirty and as Junoesque as I do not doubt she now remains. It was the beginning of the bicycling period then and we encountered her on the road a mile from Adelaide's home. The front wheel of her bicycle had come loose and, having no means of tightening it, we loaded it precariously on to the roof of our carriage and took it to her home some miles away. There we were royally entertained in a very lovely mansion that she and her husband had.

“How young you all are!” she flattered us, and I remarking to myself all the time the delightful prominence of her bottom in the cycling knickerbockers that she wore. Indeed, she saw my eyes upon them and without offense, twirled round and asked, “Do you like them? They betray the figure better than a gown, I think.”

That very sentence eased our path of friendship. Women have a great instinct for certain matters, and Gertrude was not long in divining that our relationship was not of the conventional. Indeed, by teasing questions- which embarrassed me at first much more than it did Adelaide and Caroline-she soon elicited our closeness and my sister's married or half-married state.

“One does not want a husband about the house too often-it impedes one's pleasures, does it not?” she asked. There was much dispensing of wine that afternoon. I believe she wanted us to become a little bibulous to make our tongues loosen all the more, but Caroline at least had summed her up. There was no need for tipsiness.

“We are free-thinkers just as you Gertrude, yes. Is it not called that nowadays?” Caroline asked.

“It is, my dear, and I am glad that you are such. There are so many stuffy folk around. Do you read much?” she asked observing Caroline's quick eyes upon a book that lay upon a table near her chair. Before Caroline could answer, she went on, “It is by de Sade-a very wicked man. I suspect that it would shock you. Better that you do not pick it up.”

This being, of course, a clear invitation to do exactly that, Caroline's hand moved towards it, though without betraying such eagerness as I suspected that she felt.

“He is full of darkness,” Caroline said to the apparent great wonder of Gertrude. By stretching her arm to a full extent, she was able to flip open the top board of the volume so that it flopped its flap upon the table top and left the title page revealed. So calmly and with such elegance did she perform this simple gesture that I felt myself as if falling in love with her all over again. I knew the measure of her coolness in that moment more than I had done before.

“You have read him?”

There was great surprise in Gertrude's voice. Caroline had notched-up one as we nowadays say. Gertrude rose and went to Caroline's armchair to perch her luscious bottom on one arm. Having so intervened herself between the book and Caroline-which gesture I believe caused my future wife a tremor of annoyance-she picked the volume up and laid it in Caroline's lap.

“Papa has a fine library. Ah yes, Le Philosophe dans le Boudoir,” said Caroline.

“Then your Papa must be full of good precepts. It is illustrated, as you can see.”

“What is it?” Adelaide asked and jumped up, full of curiosity. With a smile from Gertrude, she took the other arm of the chair and then immediately put her hand to her mouth in surprise as pages of the book were turned. At that, Gertrude looked across to me and suggested that I too might like to peep. She being the nearest to my vantage point, I went across and found myself quite close to her-so much so that my leg touched hers.

I confess that a flush spread across my features, not because of that pleasant contact but as a result of the engraving on which all looked.

“That, I suppose, is Dolmance,” Caroline said, perceiving as we all did the figure of a youngish gentleman with his trousers to his ankles, an enormous erection displayed, and it being couched in the palm of a beautiful woman of about his own age whose thighs were bared and held apart and who gazed up at him smiling. In the background, attired only in a transparent peignoir, stood a young girl of about fifteen, watching-her finger in her mouth.

Caroline turned the pages slowly. There were more such and each bolder than the other ones.

“Il sodomise sa soeur,” Gertrude said with a tinkling laugh, and indeed he was doing exactly that with his penis buried in her fundament and a look of extreme pleasure on her face. Caroline looked up at me and laughed-a laugh so meaningful that it could not escape the attention of our hostess whose hand immediately, though with discretion, wandered to my prick and felt its rising through my trousers.

“Is Harry naughty, then?” she asked playfully. The touch of her strange fingers excited me tremendously. She made no bones about feeling my cock up and groping it in front of them.

“Adelaide, you tell her.” Caroline smiled. Adelaide shook her head and blushed, whereat Gertrude laughed and said, “Why, look, he has come up at the thought of it. I am sure we have all been naughty and have no need to hide the fact.”

“I do not like the ending of the story, though-it is quite horrible,” Caroline said, whereat Gertrude slipped her free hand behind her head and stroked her hair and made her look up into her eyes.

“I agree, darling. One does not want cruelty, but pleasure only. How old were you when you read it?”

I stood transfixed. As Gertrude spoke, so she bent and fastened her mouth on Caroline's. I heard Caroline say thickly against her lips, “Seventeen.” Adelaide breathed in heavily. She gazed first at them and then at me. Since I was all but facing her from the opposite side of the armchair, she could not help but see the fingers of Gertrude nibbling at the buttons of my flies and undoing them one by one.

“It is a good age, cheri. Your titties must have been quite firm by then. Were you spurred on-the birch, the carte, the tawse, perhaps?”

Caroline murmured incoherently. I knew their tongues to be busy. Then, reaching behind her shoulders and while not ceasing to work lips to hers, Gertrude pulled on Adelaide and brought her half to fall into the chair on Caroline.

“Put your tongue with ours,” she coaxed and, with that, delving her backward-reaching hand into my opened trousers, she drew out my throbbing tool. Excitement rose with every second then. I saw the pink tips of their tongues; they felt each other's titties, thighs, a perfect melee of desiring limbs. Then Gertrude rose and left my sister and my love quite breathless, tousled, flushed of face. My cock stood in the sight of all.

“I myself was cropped,” Gertrude said quite proudly, “Were you two like that? I believe you were. You have the look of it, the boldness that it brings.”

“Adelaide was,” said Caroline. She laughed and tossed her hair back as she spoke. My sister took her place back on the thick, rolled arm and said, “Shut up!” She stared at me defensively. I held her gaze.

“Were you?” I asked.-“No-she makes it up,” she said, but was caught between a giggle and a choking sound.

“On a green sward, your bottom rosy, ripe-or was in on your bed, across a desk? Not matter, for the pleasure takes one just the same,” said Gertrude. As she spoke, so she removed her large black bow, cast it aside and flicked the pearl buttons of her blouse out of their holes, drew both the sides apart and showed her tits. “I am the elder. May Harry do it to me first?” she asked. Her breasts looked enormous: half as big again then as were the girls', the nipples conical and brown and sticking out. Then, while a wondering silence greeted her, she pecked at more buttons at her waist and pushed her knickerbockers down until they reached her knees.