“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.
CHAPTER EIGHT
We were to depart immediately after lunch, I learned. There was packing to be done. Caroline disappeared upstairs. I, left alone, heard all their bustling and then Adelaide descended slowly on her own. She wore a simple dress of white with a broad blue bow tied tightly round her waist and a matching ribbon in her hair. Seeing me, her eyes looked haunted. When I took her hand it was as moist as was my own. The feeling of her lips upon my prick still haunted me. I wondered if it haunted her.
“It was nice,” I said, and kissed her lustrous mouth.
“Was it?” she asked shyly and bowed her head. The tips of her breasts just touched my chest. I felt her all a-quivering. A lewdness and a tenderness were both upon me as I touched her hips and felt around her bottoms warmth.
“Will you ever suck my prick again?” I asked.
“Yes-if you want.” Raising her chin, tip of her tongue to mine. Her eyes looked hazed. “Oh, Harry, she says I will be fucked tonight!” Face hiding in my shoulder and her hands a-clutch. I palmed her globe and brought her tummy into mine.
“D'you want to be?”
Her head shook quickly. “Harry, I don't know. I feel so funny-frightened and yet not. Do you?”
“No, sillikins, of course I don't! What is to fear? Would you have rather stayed in the little hut we joked about?”
I felt the tingling of a fear-thrill as I spoke. Despite her marriage and our jousts, she was a fledgling, so I told myself. The romantic streak was broadening yet again in me, or so Caroline would have said, and yet withal my prick was eager to repeat its tasks, her belly yielding softly into mine so that I knew us both as hypocrites and libertines who wish to hide their sins beneath the shades of night.
“She is my lovely little girl!” came then the voice of Lady Somner who advanced on us, her footsteps previously unheard. “And what a bottom she has! Oh, so round and marble-smooth, so tight. I have told her she may have a pageboy if she wishes it. Have I not, Adelaide?”
With that she was turned from me and taken into Lady Somner's arms. I watched her cuddle in protectively, or so she liked to show her stance. Visions of the two youths swam before my eyes.
“A pageboy, yes,” repeated Lady Somner and held her arms around my sister's shoulders close. “You see, my dears, all is provided for your pleasures, and we make no bones on it. Adelaide will live with us as surely as you will, Harry. She will be feted grandly and will have her fill of love. Come, Harry, pour some wine and let us have a toast to it.”
Was I a scullion so to be commanded? But I did not mind. Adelaide released herself and Caroline came down, floating her way across and to my side and helped me pour.
“Adelaide will train her pageboy, will you not?” she asked my sister merrily. Then, handing the glasses to the other two, she stood with them and asked, “Here are your three ladies, Harry. Which will you first have?”
“Caroline, you are very naughty,” I exclaimed, but could not help but laugh. And nor could Adelaide, though she tried to hide her eyes by drinking quickly.
“You think it good of me to be so, Harry, and you know you do. Confess it, for I wish Mama to hear.”
“Oh, Caroline, really…” I began, and received a flashing of her eyes. “If you are not too much so,” I added lamely.
“Ah! A compromise! Well, we shall see. Mama dear, tell him what you think.”
“Harry, my dear, our ways may seem to you strange, but such and such it is, as I have told your sister. In houses all around are males who lord it over ladies, but I long determined it would not be so in mine.' I concede, of course, that women must submit, but there are times when they must take the lead and show themselves not foolish and not weak. Thus, as to Adelaide, she will receive her pageboys cock at her own leisure-as she will- or she may dandle it and tease it up and leave it standing as her little toy. But there will come moments when she in turn must be attended on, may have her bottom spurred and drawn on to a heftier, more mastering tool so that a man may show himself her stallion. So it shall be and has been with dear Caroline, and both my other daughters, too. As to yourself, you know the game-to play the Master or to be submissive when it pleases us. Is that not so, Adelaide?”
“Eh? Well, I…”
“Yes, Mama, she knows it is.” Thus Caroline who moved to my sister's side, touched at her arm and kissed her cheek. “Do you not?” she murmured to her and my sister flushed, stared at the carpet, nodded, bit her lip and looked the schoolgirl part as was her wont when shy.