Caroline

CHAPTER SEVEN

Chastened by conscience, chased by memories, I descended in the morning hollow-eyed-the last to rise. The girls were up, and Lady Somner, too. Her ripeness bloomed, but I have found it always is with females that they appear from lustful beds into the light of day as roses opening out beneath the sun.

“What a nice young man he is!” she smiled at Caroline, and I-remembering how my prick had been buried up between her ample bottom cheeks upon the tousled bed-blushed and felt confounded, knew not where to put my face.

“Mama was nice to you-I said she would be so,” Caroline said to me in the morning room when breakfast was done and lay full and warm in us. “I trust you were very nice to her,” she added with such a twinkle that a blush engorged my cheeks. “Well?” she asked abruptly when I did not immediately reply, but then on seeing my expression she cast her arms about my neck and laughed and said, “You are so funny, Harry! Did you get on well?”

The double entendre was all but inescapable. I was about to choke out something when my sister entered the room and closed the door and leaned against it. How curiously I felt that there was both reproach and high excitement in her look!

“I believe he did, the rascal,” she exclaimed and then immediately ran and pressed her lips to mine, almost as if to say, “But you are ours!” So warm and loving was the pressure of her lips, so yielding her slim form to mine, that I embraced her fondly, fearing perhaps what she might fear and wishing-despite her wickedness of the day before-to reassure her. Even as I did so, I felt Caroline move behind me and take hold of the shoulders of my jacket which I had not buttoned, and I wondered at it, thought it merely playful and encouraging of our embrace. At the next, however, Adelaide stepped back, though kept her arms looped round my neck and gazed at me with a lovely sparkling smile while Caroline suddenly pulled my jacket smartly down behind, full off shoulders, and so trapped my arms.

“Mama!” she called to my bewilderment, and Adelaide even looked astonished, too.

Lady Somner immediately appeared and closed the door behind her with a click.

“Is he not a darling?” she asked.

“Caroline-stop it!” I blurted, but felt a fool to struggle and stood with my arms pinned by my own coat.

Adelaide looked bewildered and dropped her arms, being joined then by Lady Somner.

“Let us have his trousers down. I want to have a daylight look,” said Lady Somner to my utter dismay, and the which brought a squeak from Adelaide.

“No, I say! Really!” I blustered, but all was lost. I dared not kick nor flail my arms, and no sooner had the words left my lips than Caroline's Mama had grasped my balls through my trouser cloth and caused me to stiffen both my legs and gasp.

“Be quiet, dear. Adelaide, unbutton him and get it out.”

My sister had stepped back and seemed to know no more than I where to look.

“Please, dear-I wish you to,” said Lady Somner, bringing my sister to run her tongue across her lips. What look passed between them I did not know nor see, but then she came forward and groped at me as Lady Somner's fingers fell away. I had begun to stiffen then; I could not help myself. As Adelaide's fingers touched my buttons so my pego rose the more. She gulped and would not look at me. Then came her fingertips within the growing gap and out my stiff prick came into the light, I blushing like a choirboy at my exhibition to them all while Lady Somner once again approached and put her arm round Adelaide's slim waist.

“Have you sucked him, Adelaide?” she asked.

My sister's cheeks were crimson and she shook her head. Caroline had, but Adelaide had not. Though Caroline had often tried to make her do so, she had always averted her lips from my glowing knob.

“I don't…” Adelaide began and blushed the more.

“You must, dear-sometimes. It is excellent for the complexion, and besides there will be other gentlemen in future who will desire your service in doing such. Bend down and take it in your mouth.”

“Ah, no!” I jerked, but was ignored. Caroline dragged on my jacket harder and so held me tight. Adelaide seemed mesmerised. She made to bend, then stopped, but Lady Somner laid her hand upon her back and pressed her gently.

“Do it as I say,” she murmured.

“Will you spank her, Mama, if she does not?” Caroline laughed and I feeling already the first warm breath from Adelaide's sweet lips around my knob.

“Exactly as I have done with you, dear, yes,” came the cool reply, and then her hand pressed Adelaide the more and suddenly a mouth soft as a flower, warm as the early sun, enclosed my knob and sucked it in, the swollen plum upon the sleeking tongue causing me to quiver in an augue of desire. Relentless then was Lady Somner-goddess of my dreams the night before. Gripping the nape of my sister's neck, she caused her to draw in three inches more the while that with a movement of her other hand she drew up Adelaide's broad skirt and bared her bottom to the room.

My sister snuffled, gasped, upon the throbbing of my stiffened cock. Again she made to rise, again was held and made to hold the juicy stem within her mouth while Lady Somner's finger worked between her bulbing nether cheeks and, as I sensed, urged up into her bottomhole.

More splutterings from Adelaide, the breathings through her nose becoming louder. I felt her sucking more upon my prick. How warm and moist and succulent it was within her mouth!

“Move your cock, darling-let her take it,” murmured Caroline and sensed that she had less need to hold me then. Indeed, she severed her grip upon my coat, came beside me and laid her head upon my shoulder, whispering, “It's nice. Look how she works her bottom to Mama's finger.”

I was by then lost to the adorable sensations of having my prick sucked by my sister. Conscience fled once more that she had mayhap been forced to it. Hunching my coat back up, I took her head in gentle grip and knew that any second I would come, urging my tool in-out along her tongue. She, after all, had yielded her bottom full before me. This was but a simple act beside that one. I ruffled her hair, half closed my eyes, uttered her name. Her hips squirmed and her bottom wriggled more.

“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.