Anonymous - Emily - Or, the voluptuous delights of a once-innocent young lady

'A brandy-shall we steal one each?', she laughed. 'What?', I repeated, feeling rather like a parrot who has learned just that. I made to sit, in my bewilderment, but started up again. More footfalls slithered and Mama came in, floating her fine form in a nightgown of blue silk. The world was upside down-I knew it to be so. She must have passed the study door, the bar of light and Julie there and… 'A half a glass and that is all', she said, picked up a cushion, placed it down again and gazed at me appraisingly as Jane procured a carafe, glasses, and a tray. 'Mama…', I bleated, but Jane shook her head. 'Sometimes I want to cry, sometimes to laugh. Are we not all so?', Mama asked. The lamps that Jane had lit shone through her nightgown, and she wore no drawers. All liquid were our movements.

'The three Graces', said Mama and took her glass, we standing as might people in a park who stop to speak and then pass on. She tilted back her head, emptied her glass and bid me do the same. I did so, choked a little and then coughed. 'Discretion is the first thing that we learn-is that not so, Mama?', Jane asked. She slid her free arm round my waist and soothed my bottom gently as she spoke. 'The wedding will be a fine one', said Mama. She spun her glass between her fingers. The rim sparkled, then she drained the final drop. Her tongue peeped pinkly, then withdrew. 'How gently goes the night when all is done and well done, and with quietude, my pets. You have both learned to kiss and stir your hips a little; that is good. Julie will return to you in but a moment, Emily. Go back to bed now'. 'Yes, Mama'.

'She will cuddle you, I do expect', Jane said, but then was shushed. I watched her pick the carafe up. The brandy swilled within the fine, glass globe. I hesitated. Mama pouted at me, said, 'Go on, my pet', and forwarded her glass then up to Jane once more to let the heady liquid spill within. I wandered lonely as a cloud, as Mr.

Wordsworth says. The stairs, dark stairs, received and swallowed me. A scuffling sounded up above; the study door was closed and then on entering my room again I found my cousin back upon my bed, hands up behind her head, her legs apart, lace of her nightgown round her belly's curve, and her dark bush displayed. 'Emily-come and kiss me.' She extended one arm and then tucked it back. 'No', I said, 'No'. 'You have to come to bed'. Smile in the dark-a cat's smile and I hated her. 'There are times when you have to, Emily, and this is one of them'. The voice was not hers, though, but Mama's, who had followed me so quietly that I knew not she was there.

'Mama-she…' Oh, I almost said the words! 'She what? Get into bed, my love. Receive the night, receive the night'. The door was closed. I stumbled forward, all a-maze, head dizzy, and a tingling in my nest I wished there not to be, but Julie's arms enfolded me and drew me down. Her open legs received mine, though I fretted, struggled, then for fear of more alarms, excursions, I lay still and let my belly palpitate on hers. 'Emily, you are a sillikins sometimes. Come-put your tongue into my mouth', she urged.

I spluttered softly, would not do. Her pussy rubbed to mine, her legs hooked mine and held them wide apart. My nightgown raised, our tits were bare again. 'Tasting is nice', said Julie and she stung my tongue, a bee's sting with her own, made my head swim. 'Noo, nooo!' I mumbled, but her legs spread more, rose up, calves crossed in ringlike strength around my waist. 'Rock your bottom, Emily. Oh, nice it is!' 'I shan't!' 'You shall!' 'Oh, stop it, do, you hateful, wicked… oooh!' Mouths open warm and I surrendering, the oily lips of passion there below, between our legs, writhing against each other's as we squirmed. 'You don't know what I did', she mouthed, fur of her bush a-tickling under mine. 'I do. You…

OOOF!' Her finger at my bottom-hole. It entered and I squealed into her mouth, tried to resist it, but it wormed within and held me pinned upon her lambent warmth, our nipples rubbery and stiff. 'Come on, come on!', she puffed. 'Don't w… w… want to…' There was a saltiness upon her tongue. Her lips were rimed with drying cream.

The scent of sperm. I knew it for its savour and its headiness, alike to chestnut blossom, as I thought it then. 'I said my prayers', she laughed beneath my mouth. Far gone, too gone to fret rebellion then, I squirmed my hips, spilled out my spendings, trilling with her own, soared into white clouds tinged with pink and deeper promises of purple far beyond. 'His balls-they were my rosary', she said, and whirling like a leaf I fell, down, down, oh down, into the liquid bliss.

'Many are the marriages made on the moon, and thence the greater part of them should go. Yours is not one of them-no freedom is denied you, nor shall be', Mama said to me on my wedding eve, endeavouring to toss such crumbs of comfort as she could, and yet not coddling me at all. I was directed and diverted as a small stream is, its gullies, channels, passages rock-blocked, stone-hindered, and the glittering waters turned aside to find a new path through a meadow dark, unknown. Therewith there grew in me a hardness that at first I did not recognise, though as a ball of wool is-tossed about a room-I gathered scraps of other colours to me, Stardust that had sprinkled on the floor when humans were not there, and specks and flecks of satisfied desire that fell from under skirts of those more wanton than I then was. My imagination thus was in some rout, yet equally it gathered up a sense of things the more the hours passed to my wedding noon. Upon the afternoon beforehand, when many were the voices in the house, James came to me as I sought solitude and begged me to accompany him to his room. He had been smoking-nervously, I thought-had the aroma of his jacket and looked flushed. 'Only a moment, then', said I. We entered and he closed the door. His room was in a disarray, his guns uncased, books opened everywhere, a pair of Norfolk britches on the bed. 'I would kiss you as I kissed you once-against the wall. Remember that?' He clasped my waist and drew me closely to him, thighs to thighs. 'No', I said weakly, but a hint of some excitement flourished in my belly then. 'Brothers and fathers have the first right, it is said', said James. 'Do they?', I answered. Lips touched lips. I meant them not to, but they did. The sticky mouth of Mary and my cousin's salty tongue. Visions of nightfall: mother drinking brandy with a smile. 'What is the claim?', I asked. I teased; I should say teased-our tongue tips touched. My skirt was eased up slowly by his hands. Air warm, cool-warm around my calves, my knees, and of a sudden then it was scooped up, my bottom plump upon his palms. I strained at him, yet could not bear to lose the moment we had once begun when Mary mouthed him, sucked upon his tool. 'The claim is here, my sweet, between your cheeks, and up between your thighs where your tight nest will learn to suck upon the cock. Oh, let me feel it-let me get my hand within!' He sought to tug my drawers down, but I stayed his hand. Strong as he was, he had an awe of me. Our eyes fought; I succumbed, against my better will I did. 'Don't, darling'. Yet my voice became a whine. He shook my hand away and stole his own beneath the waistband of my drawers, sought deep, and cupped my pulsing quim upon his palm. 'There-does it not feel nice?', he husked. 'Mmmm… yes!' The mood was on me and I could not help.

His finger eased apart the lips and found the waiting moisture, rosy bud. Knees weakening, I made him hold me up and ringed my arms around his neck. 'Oh, let me cream you, love, upon the bed'. 'No, James, you mustn't, not yet, no'. I said not yet, I said not yet. I breathed as Julie breathed that night at prayer, my tendrils of warm breath against his own, I circled my tongue lazily within his mouth and cared not for the morrow or the afterwards. My drawers drooped, fell and circled in a white loop round my ankles, laces white against brown shoes. 'Open your legs more, Emily'. 'I won't'. Slow, hungered stirring of our mouths, his hidden prick rockhard against my thigh. He sought my bottom, held the cheeks apart and held me thus, skirt looped upon his arms.