Recalcitrance will only bring you more', said Constance, dragging on her wrist and beckoning me to take Fiona's other arm. Jane got up, too, and said that she would come. Before she could move again, however, Fiona's father lumbered up and went across to her and whispered something in her ear, then said aloud, 'It is the custom that one girl should stay'. Fiona was struggling, but we got her to the door while Arnold, getting up reluctantly, came in our wake.
Over my shoulder I saw Jane being led towards the ottoman our bottoms had left warm. I knew, however, that her look was fey-not so dismayed as she would have me think. I somehow recognised those seemingly grudging footsteps that she took-have often seen it since in other girls who wish one to believe they do not want to play. I heard her 'OOOH!' sound as we entered the wide hall. Fiona, kicking, needed to be dragged. 'Arnold, pick up her legs-we'll carry her', snapped Constance.-'NO-WOH!', squealed Fiona, but we did, all five feet three of her slung in our arms, her bared legs threshing feebly while Arnold made a funny hissing sound. His face was pale, not flushed as others' would have been. To her own room we carried her.-'Fiona, you will obey, you know you must', said Constance as the door was closed, 'Get on the bed, Miss, bottom up, or Papa will bring the birch to you'. 'Not fair-it's not!', Fiona whimpered. Even so, she kneed her way upon the bed, presenting her cleft orb upon whose surfaces the red had paled a little to a glossy pink. 'Hold her head down, Emily; she likes much to be held. Now, Arnold, take your boots and trousers off. Your bride is watching, dear-perform with grace', Constance commanded. How absurd, bizarre, the tableau was, yet I absorbed it as one does a book that captures the imagination, draws one into mystery from page to page and will not be put down until a climax has obtained. Arnold obeyed. First he unlaced his boots then cast them off. Giving a wretched look at me, who stood with hand upon Fiona's neck, he worked his trousers down and then at last displayed his penis to my view, his shirt tucked up by Constance whose hands were motherly, not lewd as I expected. Some eight inches long, his thin, stiff penis had erected, spirelike, with a purplish knob much like unto a very fat acorn. 'Em… Emily…', he stammered.
Constance then took hold of it, her fingers closely ringed around the root, and pulled him till his knees were at the bed. 'How like a hound he is! Some large, slim-bodied dogs have pricks the like. Do you not think so, Emily? He is exercised in this way once a week. Mama says it may weaken him to do it more. Do you think it would? His balls are a fair size, though, are they not?' Arnold stood quivering as she spoke, thin-thighed, and belly flat as is a girl's. His pubic hairs were sandy. I remarked that fact with distant eyes. He stared down at his younger sister's upraised bottom as though it might be an offered bun. Fiona squeaked, head-twisting, but I held her down.
Not receiving a reply from me, Constance made Arnold take his stance upon the bed, smacked Fiona's calves to make them open more while his knees shuffled inbetween, his poker rising up against her cheeks. 'Remark well, dear Emily-although I am sure that you already know-that a girl who has been spanked or birched or caned or tawsed-must have her bottom cooled by a syringe. Arnold's is quite perfect for the task, is quite exquisite when it urges up', said Constance and with that she bent his prick little down and pointed it at Fiona's pinky-brown and wrinkled nether hole. 'HOOO-AAAR! Oh no!', Fiona squealed. 'Be quiet, girl!', came from me, to my surprise. I held her head with both hands-Constance held her hips.
Arnold uttered a gasping sound and infiltrated his warm, swollen knob into her offered aperture, at which her back dipped. Artfully, her bottom balled more thus, encouraging his entry. Peering then, I saw three inches of his cock glide in, and she a-wriggle, though not with much force. 'No, no, no, don't', she wailed. The cry was token, though. His mouth was slack and wobbly and I cared not for the sight of it. James had looked flushed but quite angelic when he fingered up my bottomhole. I had permitted that. I had known the first sweet stinging of the probe that brought a rich and sickly feel of pleasure in its wake. Had Papa not come in, I might have yielded. 'T… t… t… tight!', came Arnold's groan. He grimaced, Fiona moaned and bit her fist. 'Get into her, you fool, and work her well', said Constance. 'Ah!', he uttered sharply and, with that, rooted himself in her delicious derriere until I sensed his balls were hanging underneath her nest. 'Mama, Mama!', Fiona squeaked. Her hips squirmed, jerked a little, then were still. 'Play with her titties now-bend over her. She has to do it now-it is the rule', said Constance. She released her sister's hips and beckoned me to take my hands away in turn. Then she embraced me, drew me aside to watch, her warm cheek pressed to mine.- 'Come sideways, you will better see', she said, and gathered up my dress in folds to feel my garters and my thighs. Arnold was puffing as he worked his loins. His palms scooped out Fiona's melons, nipples sprouting from between his fingers.
'OOOH-WOOH!', she sobbed, his belly smacking to her bottom as they threshed, the long stiff penis almost full emerging and then ploughing in again. I watched. My eyes were hot, my lips were moist.
SLAP-SMACK!-SLAP-SMACK!-the moans, the choked-off cries, the hot cork gliding in and out. 'Have you watched before? You have not- have you-have not watched before?', asked Constance softly, and pulled up my dress to bare my bottom and my thatch. My mouth did not wish to kiss hers, did not wish her sharp saliva, nor her hand that cupped the plump mound of my quim, and yet, and yet, my lips were under hers, she easing fingers back and forth to make me tremble.-'What a luscious honeypot you have, dear Emily. Part your legs the more and flex your knees. There, there! You cannot help yourself! Who can? Now look again. He'll cream her bottom soon. The little witch will suck him dry, I know. Quick, kiss her Emily, the while he does!' 'WAH!'
This time the short, soft cry was mine. Pushed, bundled down, face under Fiona's-my legs a-dangle on the floor-I drew the girl's mouth down upon my own. O sweet it was, so small, so soft, so moist. Her tongue slid like an uncoiled spring between my lips, her moans resounding as she bucked, and Arnold's fierce, quiet hissing heard above. SPLATT! smacked her bottom into him. Then Constance knelt and thrust her face between my thighs and brought her tongue to soothe around my slit, causing my knees to hang upon her shoulders as she did. Ah, whirl of memories-the pants, the moans, the liquid sounds we made! My bottom bounced on the bed's edge. I flooded the warm, seeking mouth of Constance while Fiona gargled, twirled her tongue to mine, then uttered a thin cry of animal delight as Arnold groaned and loosed his sperm deep up her clenching bottomhole.
'Children! What are you playing at?', I heard. And no one moved, and no one moved. 'We are playing, Mama. Go away!', said Constance from between my legs. 'I see you are, indeed. Do not be long. Tea will be shortly served. Or supper-is it supper? I am now not sure'. The door closed, and we were alone again.
CHAPTER 9
'Go away', said I. I had forgotten for a moment that the room was not my own. Constance rose and wiped her lips. 'You will soon be the same as us', she said. I turned my face away and brooded at the wall, heard a faint plopping sound as Arnold drew his penis out. Released from off the cork, Fiona sighed a sigh of some contentment and then settled down, moving her tummy like a cat upon the coverlet. Arnold was bidden to leave. I wished him to before I turned my head in his direction. Rustling trousers, picking up his boots, he slouched without, his ammunition spent. Too much had stirred in me. Remembering where I was, I left the room without a word and found my own abode, though it felt merely like another ornate cave, a place of strangeness, as the whole house was. Making to close my door, I felt a hand beyond against it, opened it anew, and there was Jane. 'PHEW!', she laughed and threw herself upon my bed, eyes wide and wanting me to ask that which I did not wish to ask.