Anonumous: The prodigal virgin

“Listen, old bird,” he whispered. “I’m going to awaken Edith pretty soon anyway-to roll her again-for I’m certainly not going to try to sleep with Jerry standing up like this. So, what say if we play a little joke on the kid? You go in and strip and then come back and lie down with her. I’ll be right at hand. You can pet her a little and wake her up slowly. Just imagine the way she’ll feel and the laugh we’ll have on her when she finds you hugging her and quite naked!”

“Almighty God!” breathed Herbert. “I’ll be a wreck when it comes time to stop! For, frankly, Hank, you can see the state I’m in. I had an experience out there on the dunes just now-“

“Yes?” asked his brother-in-law.

“Tell you some other time,” muttered Herbert.

“Well, anyhow, are you game? I owe Edith a little jolt or two anyway. She had no more pants on than a rabbit on the beach yesterday when Gerry Crandall and Bill Hoskins were rolling her about and shoving sand down her neck while she was in street clothes. And if you think they weren’t taking it all in you’re crazy! I didn’t mind that, for lots of the girls do as much, and she’s got something worth showing. But then she had the crust to get uppish because I was feeling Crandall’s young niece up a little off to one side. So what say? It’ll be fun, and you can even go right ahead and pretend you’re about to have a piece of her-you know, go as far as you like. If I get uneasy I’ll give you a yell.”

If all this was playing with dynamite-and it certainly was-that dynamite and its possibilities did not affright the perverse young husband in the least. Fond though he was of the youthful heiress, whom he had married, he conceived of this present situation as rich in possibilities of shocking pleasure quite out of the ordinary. The very cynicism of it, the vicious sequel to which it might well give birth, fascinated his jaded and voluptuous nature powerfully.

Within two minutes the naked Herbert had stealthily lay down beside his unconscious sister. Bending at the head of the bed, ready to slink out of sight if Edith gave signs of awakening, Henry Hamilton, his rigid virility manifesting an agitation comparable to that of his wife’s brother, whisperingly encouraged Herbert to take what advantage of the situation he could before she came to her senses.

But Herbert no longer needed encouragement. The beast which this same girl had roused in him on certain previous occasions was alive and straining. His senses swam as he cautiously nestled close to the satin nakedness of his wedded sister and very slowly took her in his arms.

That the man was launched upon a course which would subject Edith to the final outrages unless checked forcibly bothered Henry not at all. As his wife stirred and sighed and-still in the deeps of sleep but clearly moved by an awakening passion, pressed her naked brother tenderly with belly and thighs in response to his overtures, her spouse turned almost as red with lust as Herbert had become.

“She is so damned sound asleep,” he whispered in the ear of the latter, “that I’ll bet you could get half-way into her without her waking. Try it, man! What a whale of a joke if she wakes up to find your prick halfway up to her heart!”

This conscienceless and libidinous exhortation was scarcely needed Herbert was well on the way to complying with it. His chest stirred against Edith’s naked breasts as she instinctively moved to turn and face him. Their bellies came together.

Still asleep, but swayed obviously by licentious emotions, the girl slipped an arm about Herbert’s neck. She cast a warm, smooth thigh over his legs.

“By God!” breathed the bending, excited Henry. “She’s hot as hell even in her sleep! What a chance to get a nice slice of her, Herbie!”

The weird willingness of Henry Hamilton to treat himself to the spectacle of his brunette wife assailed by her own brother was not the fruit of the sudden impulse that it seemed, although the courage to be so brutally frank an instigator of the incestuous outrage was born tonight of the opportunity and of the potency of the drinks he had absorbed at dinner and later.

Almost ever since the return of the young globe trotter, he had cherished the notion, that it would give him great pleasure to bring to bed together this sister and this brother. Somewhat blase to the normal and hackneyed pleasures of life-though an avid fornicator when the occasion arose-the notion of encouraging and fostering this unnatural indulgence had tormented his jaded nerves for days.

He could not have told clearly just how it had arisen. The whole atmosphere of this summer colony, with its promiscuities, with its frivolous jollities which tended to become warmly and languorously sensual, had no doubt played its part in making him yearn for episodes beyond the pale of even the most daring indecencies. Like many a debauche, he was keen for the peep-show type of entertainment, and it whipped his senses tremendously to conceive of staging for his own pleasure the spectacle of this perverse indulgence, one which would have rocked the social world had it become known. That he himself and his marital honor were deeply involved merely served to heighten the lust which goaded him on.

There were other considerations, too, which had nursed his desire for this unspeakable episode. In the prolonged absence of her only brother, Edith was almost constantly revealing the extreme fondness which she had nourished since childhood for Herbert. The physical side of this fraternal obsession, born of incidents already described, she thought that she had managed wholly to hide from her husband. Yet the quick-witted Henry had had his moments of insight.

It had not escaped him that the topic of Herbert was likely to creep out at very intimate moments of their conjugal life. Lying naked with her spouse, perhaps caressed with Henry’s fingers or otherwise in ways reminiscent of incidents that had preceded her marriage, Edith was likely to express a murmuring wonder as to where Herbert was at that moment and just what he was doing. And she pouted but listened eagerly when Henry repeated and enlarged upon the tale which had come out of Zurich, which was to the effect that while Herbert was there briefly on his way to the eastern wilds he had been seen much with the fair bride of an impecunious English nobleman and the latter’s attractive older sister, and that when the Chicago Croesus went on his way towards the jungles and steppes these two girls disappeared also.

Scandal had been rather effectively hushed, and the nobleman had managed to give some rather unconvincing explanation of the vanishing of the two girls. But he had also given evidence of unaccustomed prosperity. An accepted but whispered theory had been that the young wife and the maiden had been practically sold to Herbert, probably when it was found impossible to detain them from accompanying their new friend, and that they formed this seraglio amid wild landscapes and adventures such as would have seemed ill-fitted to persons of their previous sheltered lives.

“We must ask him-he’ll just have to tell us” Edith had insisted with a flushed and impassioned fervor. “I don’t believe he’d do such a thing. And yet, really, Henry I suppose he’d just have to have at least one woman with him for health’s sake, wouldn’t he?”

“Many a chieftain and princeling wherever he travels would be quite willing to slip wife or daughter into Herbert’s bed. He wouldn’t lack for tail,” explained Henry. “No, he probably wanted these girls and took them. They’ve never reappeared, I understand, this Lady Kinsolving and her sister, Betty. Herbie may have stuck them into the harem of some emir or even have given them to a chieftain. Don’t think he wouldn’t do it if the caprice struck him or if he caught them cheating on him. I know this brother of yours, the son of a gun!”