Caroline

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

I was to purchase a camera and a stand, some dry plates, and such chemicals as were needed. That was the upshot of it all.

“A new direction! We shall shortly have an album of delightfully naughty likenesses,” said Caroline after my sister had unfolded her plan. Caroline would not be too much bettered, though, and so produced a sequel to it which she insisted on describing as “something beautifully concomitant.”

I must agree, though, that it was and prided myself for the thousandth time at having two such angels by my side. Besides, some photographic practise was necessary and- having procured the requisite equipment-and, finding it a devil of a job to keep my lovely models still, I took some rather fetching nude studies of both until they were highly delighted with my efforts, though much bored with my newfound talk of rapid rectilinear lenses and such.

Only when the groundwork thus had been done did we draw both Jane and Ethel into the secret of our plot. At first, it caused them to screw up their eyes (and Ethel even to hide her face), but if it was to be done then fully and properly must it be done, as Adelaide opined.

However, it will not be known to any who come across my words of what I speak, and so I will come to the heart of the matter. Alas that I was not there at every moment and so must have recourse to a third-hand account from time to time.

The essence of the affair lay in the photographs, for seductions of the kind that we had planned are not unusual, though the circumstances were. Jane and Ethel were first to butter-up Esmeralda and to pay her several visits, which they did, and thus became more friendly with the daughter, too, this quite enchanting their Papa who knew nothing of the nets that lay ahead.

Upon their third visit they took wine which Caroline beforehand had prepared. It contained a dose of laudanum-and a little extra. I will say no more than that since more worthy females should not in this wise be subjected to the whims of others when they are comatose. That is not our way at all, by jove. And I must say that, interlaced with this (though not the wine, but the idea) was Caroline's own little addendum to the naughtiness.

After much seemingly bright chatter at the house of Esmeralda, Jane asked whether Mabel might like to spend the night with them, this being assented to with readiness since both she and her Mama sought every avenue to inveigle themselves into the Maudesley household. As an afterthought, then-and just prior to leaving-Jane produced the wine and some little cakes as well, these being received with an apparent rapture that they scarcely merited, and did not in fact merit at all if Esmeralda and her son had known what they contained: to wit a powdered aphrodisiac.

Several hypocritical kisses then being exchanged, the three girls departed, Jane being careful not to actually lock the door while Mabel's attention was otherwise caught.

How long we were then to wait was the trick of it, I do confess. It was the one weakness in the plan.

“A quarter of an hour,” said Adelaide.-“No, half an hour,” said Caroline. I settled for three-quarters, and was right. Jane, having made such excuses to Mabel as were needful ventured out from her own house again and met us on the road, our carriage ready.

“Do you think it will work?” she asked.

“If they are comatose, my pet, it will. I am sure they will have tasted everything by now,” said Adelaide who had a right to speak on it since this part of it was her idea.

I admit to feeling great nervousness when we arrived and had the carriage halt beyond the gate while we approached on foot, and I carrying the heavy camera and the stand.

Adelaide and Caroline first ventured in the house and then returned and beckoned us. Ah, what relief!

“I told you it would work,” said Adelaide.

Esmeralda had slumped sideways on the purple couch. Her breasts were bared, and her gown drawn up to show her garters and her plump, white thighs. Nicholas's trousers gaped, but his cock was slack. The knob peeped out.

“Excellent! Well, at least they had made a start!” said Caroline.

Jane stared at the peeping member, blushed, and said, “It must be very strong-that wine.” We had not let her quite into the secrets of our formulae.

“It is, yes. Help to get his boots and trousers off. We will attend to Esmeralda,” Adelaide instructed.

Oh dear, such demure hesitations came from Jane. “They might wake up,” she said. I nudged her on and set to untying Nicholas's boots and pulled them off.

“Not yet they won't. Undo his trousers-pull them down,” said I while Caroline and Adelaide were stripping the all-yielding Esmeralda of her drawers and opening her gown down to the waist, revealing to our eyes her dark-furred motte, the brazen nipples on the mounds of creamy flesh that swelled out from her loosened corsage.

“She is still moist. In their abandonment he must have fingered her,” said Caroline who had noted as I had done, from crumbs upon a plate, that the cakes were gone.

“How wicked! I cannot imagine such a thing. I mean, between…”

“Shush, Jane, your imagination needs some further stirring now if we are to venture all,” replied Adelaide. Between us, we brought Nicholas to the far end of the couch and then put his mother's bared legs up along the seat. Such an eye for detail then had Caroline that she arranged his trousers on top of Esmeralda's drawers upon the floor.

“She will believe she took her drawers off first, you see. Women notice these things,” Caroline said while Jane was all a-flutter still and knew not where to look.

Even as we spoke, the comatose Nicholas slumped slowly sideways until his head rested on his mother's naked thighs.

“Why, he has posed himself!” laughed Adelaide, I fumbling with my photographic apparatus then and pointing the lens down on the seemingly guilty pair before I focussed under the black cloth-the image upside down, of course, and thus even more bizarre in this fell circumstance.

In that quiet drawing room we all stood still, our voices hushed. The women then moved back beyond the camera's range. I pressed the bulb. I took my photograph.

“Did you get the drawers and trousers in?” asked Caroline. I had indeed, they made the set-piece perfect, as I thought, just in the corner of the plate, but clearly to be seen. I moved the apparatus and took another, just for safety's sake, turning the dry plates around within their frame.

“Now for the last touch, darling, as we said. She must find dried sperm upon her stocking tops,” said Adelaide, then a squeak from Jane who would have moved further back but was then brought forward like an uncertain schoolgirl.

“I cannot; I do not understand,” she quavered.

“It is very simple, dear. You have your major part to play. Well, for today at least. Get out your cock, my love, and put it in her hand. There… Oh Jane, you silly, do not snatch away! Enclose it in your fingers while he leans over Esmeralda's knees. His sperm will shoot out in due course and splatter on her thighs, just as we want it to.”

“Oh, but…!” from Jane whose hand I took and brought it to my rigid tool, I bending with one knee upon the couch. Her fingers touched uncertainly, then clasped a little, but too loose.

“Have you never frigged a man before?” I asked. Her mouth was parted. Soft and lustrous were her lips. I took the fruit, since it was offered carelessly, and meshed my mouth to hers. In the same moment, Adelaide swept up the young woman's skirt from behind and drew her drawers down quickly to her knees. Jane spluttered, gasped against my lips, her bottom and her quim both yielding then to subtle fingertips.

“Hasten!” said Caroline, “Jane-make him come.”

“Blub-blub!” came choking sounds from Jane. I felt her knees sag, though I could not see. My sister was working at her skilfully. Jane's fingers then began to glide back-forth along my rigid penis while my tongue found hers.

“Make me come!” I gritted, though it sounded rather as a boyish whine. Adelaide's fingers made her belly jerk spasmodically. Jane's breath was warm within my mouth. Her tongue responded and her hand worked faster then. “I shall fuck you yet, Jane.” Oh, the helpless gasp of man! She whined, she wriggled, making little liquid sounds. Her hips churned.

“She is coming on,” said Adelaide.

“Oh darling, be careful where you spout!” a cry from Caroline.

“I want to fuck you, Jane.”

“I know,” she breathed. Aha, a double victory was in sight! I tore my lips from hers with a giant effort and looked down. My cock was well-posed for the target down below. Full fuzz of hairs I saw and open thighs, dark stocking tops and garters tight. I would as soon have loosed my sperm in Esmeralda's juicy cavern as in Jane's, but the moment was nigh upon me then. My knees buckled and my jets shot out, blobbed down and made their sticky pools inside the thighs of Esmeralda and around her garters' rims.

“Poor Jane-she should have had it bubbling in her cunny,” Adelaide said. I turned. I could not help myself, thrusting my spilling cock beneath Jane's nest. The knob nubbed underneath the oily lips, her naked thighs against my own and her bottom balled upon my hand.

“Ha-haaar!” moaned Jane, but she did not resist. My last pearls spilled, her belly trembling fleshily to mine- then the white light of final weakness, and I sagged. A moan came from below that made us start-Jane to draw back and pull her drawers up quick. Oh, pell-mell were we then and I not suited to the task, but out we must. I thrust my dwindling cock back in and turned and took the camera-Caroline the stand.

“Oh, quickly, quick!” said Adelaide. A breathless surging and we all were out, the night air cool upon our brows.

“Oh my God, they will hear us,” moaned Jane.

“They will hear nothing but their own cries, and those not for a few moments yet. They are not fully conscious. Come!” I said and made them follow me in tattered flight along the gravelled drive until we reached the carriage and they tumbled in, I taking up the reins and we were off, jingle of harness and the graunching of the wheels until we reached Jane's house again. There she got down with Caroline. The scene for the next act was set, but I was not, alas, to witness it, and had my magic chemistry to see to, anyway. I thus report what was told to me, and word for word will set it down.

Upon entering the house, the two found Ethel all alone. Mabel was up in bed, she said, and grinned victoriously as she spoke. Mabel had drunk the wine we had provided, but Ethel had not.

“She is asleep?” asked Jane who showed composure in her own abode.

“Yes, dear, and nicely so. Papa will have a frightful shock to find her in his bed.”

“That is just what we want, but then I will ameliorate the shock. Leave it to me, my pets, as we agreed. He will be home within the hour? Good. Both of you,” then, go to bed on his arrival. Show but a mild concern. I wish it to be no more than that or you may spoil the trick of it. Act as if it were natural, though it will not be for long,” said Caroline, then fell to describing to Ethel what had passed. No sooner, though, had she reached the point where the two photographs were taken than Jane said quickly that she would relate the rest, and fell a-whispering to her sister.

“Come no, it is not a secret 'twixt the three of us. You will both have to learn manual dexterity in future, dears,” Caroline interrupted, causing the sisters to bite their lips and stare at her. “Well-will you not-if all is to be saved?” she asked.

From Jane the faintest nod. Ethel just blinked and gazed into her lap, but Caroline showed patience and said no more upon the subject then and led the way upstairs to look at Mabel whose sleeping state was one of innocence, though utterly unclothed.

“She will learn well from this night,” said Jane with compressed lips as they retreated.

“Into your nightgowns, girls, and I shall do the same,” said Caroline, “Your father may be here at any moment now.”

And in twenty minutes Thomas did arrive, to be greeted to his great astonishment by Caroline who patently wore nothing underneath her night attire which clung bewitchingly around her limbs. I need not detail word for word, though, all their conversation. Mabel had drunk unwisely, Caroline informed him, and she had thought it best to stay and put the girl to bed.

“In my room?” asked a bewildered Thomas, though his eyes were truly filled with the voluptuous vision of my wife's half naked breasts and the outlines of her thighs.

“That was my problem. Where to put her, Thomas? Neither Jane nor Ethel have a double bed, though you may think it wise in future that they should. I have, of course, the spare room-but if you wish me to leave…”

“At this hour? Heavens, no, my dear. I could sleep on the couch, of course.”

“You certainly will not! In your own house? She is so fast asleep, my dear, that she will not awaken till the morn and will not know you have been there. Come, look at her, she looks so sweet.”

“I-ah-well, yes, but I think it best… ”

“Quiet, Thomas! Do not wake her, pray,” said Caroline, and then began to lead him up the stairs, upon which signal Jane and Ethel made appearance on the landing, garbed as lightly as was she.

“She sleeps so deeply that one will never wake her till tomorrow,” Jane said simply.

“Yes, my pet, but…”

“Well-goodnight, Papa.” A kiss on tiptoes and he felt her bosom, thighs and belly warm against his. Then Ethel's came in turn, though not so close, and swiftly then they turned into their rooms, their bottoms globing boldly under their thin coverings, the which he could not fail to see.

'The twin visions ripened up his cock a little-warmth of bodies, and the stillness of the night,” said Caroline. Still demurring as he was, she led him in where Mabel lay, her lips half parted, nipples peeping over the sheet's edge.

“I say!” breathed Thomas, and he all but backed away.

“Like mother, like daughter-how divinely formed she is! Pray that you have a pleasant night,” said Caroline and drifted back towards the door, holding the handle as she did.

“But, look here, I cannot…!” he began, though not unnaturally was loathe to take his eyes off of the vision that his bed contained.

Caroline put her finger to her lips. “Rise, early, Tom before she is awake. Be gone, and she will never know that you were here. Besides, such close acquaintance will become you both if you are to marry Esmeralda, will it not? You may be sure that, even if she knew, she would say nothing of the matter. I would see to that-and so would Jane and Ethel. They have your very closest interests at heart, my dear. Were there to be a complaint from Mabel-which of course there will not be-then we would all aver that she slept in my bed.”

“B… but, look Caroline… if she awakes and finds me in her bed-or rather, mine…”

“Is there a female in this house, my dear, who in dark would turn away from you? Not I nor anyone I know. The treasures that surround you are abundant, Thomas. Do not let them go to waste. Goodnight!”