“And why not? I think you like it. Yes, you do like it. I can feel the evidence. You like to be touched, don't you, darling? I'm surely not the first. Tell me about your other women. I imagine you've upset half the ladies in Mayfair.”
“That's not true.”
“Then not half, a third. These buttons are a nuisance, aren't they?”
“Claire, please…”
“Here we are. How sweet. Just peeping. I'll keep it covered.”
“Someone will see.”
“Don't be such a dolt. This fellow in my hand has more sense than his master. Or is it the master in my hand, after all?”
“Where are we going?”
“We'll be there soon and then you'll have the answer.”
“I don't understand you. I'm not sure I ever understand you.”
“Walter, darling, it's not necessary to understand a woman. It's the woman who must understand the man. You do know that, don't you?”
“I don't know anything.”
“Don't spend. I shall be very cross with you if you spend in my hand.”
Then finally we arrive in Bedford Way. Walter's puzzlement shows in his face. We enter the small building. We climb the stairs to the flat. I open the door with my key. We enter the flat and I close the door behind us.
Walter pleads. “Whose flat is this?”
“It doesn't matter, does it? You ought to be quite happy to be here with me. Anyway, darling, it's not this flat but the one next door that counts.”
“I don't understand.”
“Yes, of course you don't. Kiss me, won't you?”
He kisses me. I press against him. I can feel his erection. How impatient he is. He quivers with anticipation. Now he understands the fact of my presence with him in this empty flat. Empty except for bits and pieces of furnishings. A jumble of things. I haven't had time. Walter kisses me again. Now he fondles me. He murmurs. He strokes my breasts through my gown. He holds my bottom.
“I must have you.”
“You're a naughty boy.”
“Claire, please-”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want to make love to you.”
“With this?”
“Yes, with that.”
“First a surprise.”
“Surprise?”
“Yes, darling, a surprise. I've something to show you. In the bedroom. Come along now.”
I lead him to the bedroom. I lead him to the wall separating this flat from the one adjacent to it. The slide. I move the wooden slide and a wide slit appears. A thin slit. A thin opening in the wall. A thin view into the view next door. I whisper at Walter. “Come have a look.”
How unbending he is. He stands there in his Victorian obtuseness. He whispers back at me without stepping forward. “My God, what is it?”
“It's a peep-slit, darling. I've been told this place was once a house of unsavory reputation. You must look. If you don't come here at once, I shall never allow you to touch me again.”
At last he comes forward. His face is hot. His eyes are so innocent. He stands beside me and peers with me through the slit.
Of course the scene is already begun. I know their doings. I know the schedules. Julie is already naked. She lies on the bed while Edward sits beside her. They talk of something. Their voices are low and the words are only a mumble.
Walter shudders. For a moment I fear for his health. He whispers. “Good Lord, it's Julie.”
“Yes.”
“And Edward.”
“Most definitely Edward. Now don't say another word. We don't want them hearing us, do we?”
Walter shudders again. His eyes are now glued to the slit, his head bent in the effort, his hands trembling against the papered wall.
Caught like a minnow. Walter is such a boy. I look at them again. Julie and Edward upon the bed. She lies on her side, her full breasts showing their weight. Edward leans over her and kisses her mouth. He touches one of her breasts, squeezes it with his hand. Then his hand leaves her breasts and slides over her belly to her nest. She smiles and opens her legs to him. How pretty she is. Edward strokes her. Walter and I can see everything. Edward's fingers inside. Julie closes her eyes as he strokes her. She squirms beneath his hand. I know the precise moment he touches her clitoris. I can see his fingers in her wet sex. And Walter can see. I touch Walter's trousers. I find his buttons. All of them undone. His tool comes out. His cods. His swollen apparatus fully displayed. I fondle him as I peer through the slit again. Walter trembles in my hand as I gaze at Edward and Julie. I hold Walter's balls in my hand as I gaze at my husband and my sister.
Edward lies upon his back now. Julie bends over him. Her breasts hang. She has him in her mouth. She has his penis between her lips. How hungry she is. How gluttonous she is as she sucks at his knob.
She teases him. She pulls her mouth away. She laughs. We can hear it. We can hear the laughter, the words.
“You shouldn't have kissed me yesterday.”
Edward groans. “Where?”
“In the drawing room, silly. You kissed me in the drawing room and one of the maids almost noticed.”
“Don't stop.”
“My hand?”
“Yes.”
Her fingers stroke his tool. He seems so totally taken with her, so totally helpless. She watches him. She looks at his face, then she looks at his penis in her hand. She laughs as she fondles his balls. She turns in her bending. Edward gazes at her bottom. Walter and I gaze at her bottom. My sister has a glorious bottom.
Then she unhands him. She stretches out beside him and raises her knees. “You're quite ready, darling.”
Edward groans. “Yes.”
He mounts her. Her thighs are raised and the joining is hidden. Her breasts jiggle as he moves. She tosses her legs. Walter and I have them in profile and all that one can see is Edward's muscular bottom pumping up and down. Then suddenly he pulls out and he mutters something at her. Julie laughs and rolls over onto her belly. She raises her body, kneels before him with her bottom lifted. He enters quickly. This time we see the sliding of it, his thick tool pushing inside her sex. She groans. She wiggles her bottom as he pokes her. I hold Walter's affair in my hand. I can see how Julie grips Edward. I can see the fat lips of my sister's quim as she grips my husband.
“Edward, darling…”
“It's lovely.”
“You can finish in my bottom if you like.”
He laughs. “Good Lord, yes!”
His tool is withdrawn. He holds it in his hand, points it at the new target. Julie makes a sound of pleasure as he pushes in. Her bottom-hole. With a steady sliding, Edward enters her bottom-hole. They both groan. Julie wiggles. Edward moves more forcefully. Walter gasps beside me. His crisis is upon him. How amusing. How helpless he is as he spends. My fingers working in the milking. Pity the papered wall. The curlicues in the paper are so awful to the eyes.
The first time anything happened with John we were at a large dinner party in a castle in Newbridge. Edward and I had gone up to Oxford to visit Julie and John, and then somehow we all moved on to become weekend guests of a certain Lady Masham. She was a dotty old thing with a great deal of money and a paucity of brains, but she did have a splendid estate and a fondness for happy weekends. After the first dinner, I walked with John in the gardens. This was the first chance I'd had to be completely alone with my sister's husband. I took his arm. I told him how nice it was to be away from all the chatter at dinner. “I don't like crowds.”
He patted my hand. “Then you're not like Julie.”
“She's the prettier one, isn't she?”
“What?”
“I said Julie is the prettier one.”
“I find you just as pretty.”
We flirted. His eyes were upon my bare shoulders. He stroked my arm. He seemed surprised that I did not discourage his touching me. I was amused at the way he insistently gazed at my breasts. “You find them interesting?”
“What?”
“My breasts. Of course these are so tiny compared to Julie's. Not at all substantial.” I pulled at the front of my gown to show my nipples, to show the long points.
He flushed. “Good Lord, Claire…”
“You don't approve? I think my nipples, at least, are pretty.”