I wished to say it only in my mind. The words spilled out.
'He is fifteen, my pet'. She had already begun to lead me out again, and then went on in hushed and solemn tones, 'He has the most beautiful Mama you could ever see, but the silly woman has no fancies such as we evolve and toy with and make true. The dear boy wants to but she will not let me, and complained to me of his behaviour-peeping in her boudoir, and all such. He has had his hands a little up her clothes and kissed her, but she will not donate her tongue nor let his fingers touch her drawers. How wasteful, Emily! Do you not think it is?' The question took me by surprise. 'I do not know', I said, and halfway up the broad stairway she paused and tucked her arm about my waist. 'That which is known need not have been experienced. In the mind, all things are known, and therein frequently are done. When one lets go, lets go, ah then, the splendour and the daring rise. Do not tell me you have not tasted the forbidden fruit!'
We had stayed ourselves, my back against the bannisters. A waiting quiet, like a deep breath with-held, waited above: a panther without form, as I thought of it. 'No, I have… Yes, I have', I murmured truthfully enough. Poor James-I had so flirted with him, teased. Mary had sucked his cock and I had loved to see it done. Pale face, his sweet face, and his lips to mine. No one had held my bottom boldly before Papa had done. 'You see! I knew it! We are really of one mind- can even speak of it, and no harm done. May I tell you that I love you, and that I love to see you being done, as much as I would have you to myself? Lick my tongue now, for a moment, Emily, and be obedient, but at other times…' 'Yes, what?', I asked and laughed and licked her long, pink tongue luxuriously. 'At other times be bold, you sillikins. Speak what you want to speak. Speak now of the first thing that comes to you'. I was conscious of the waiting up above, and yet more of the resilience of her breasts to mine. Such consciousness brought words into my head. 'I like to see my sister with a cock in her', I said, and hated myself for the crudeness of my words, yet Elizabeth but smiled. 'You will see my husband on her soon enough. I will smack her first, then bring her bottom to his prick. What fun! But come now, I am already moist at all these naughty thoughts. I swear you are!' Lips loosed themselves.
My hand was taken. I was sped beyond on to the landing and then towards a boudoir where the door was just ajar. Pushing it open boldly, Elizabeth drew me in and closed the door. The youth lay naked on the bed: a girlish boy with narrow hips, eyelashes not unlike a girl's, and tousled hair as if he had fretted there for long. Beside him lay a pair of long white drawers his fingers clasped. 'They are his Mama's, the poor sweet. See how still he lies and waits. His teeth are perfect and his breath is sweet. I have seen to that with milk and bonbons, haven't I?', she asked him, and he blinked, first nervously at her and then at me, then nodded. As for myself, I felt almost a motherliness towards him, for he looked so unguarded to the world, and yet I felt too a sense of excitement at his passive waiting, arms down at his sides and cock erect. 'His balls are small-almost like plover's eggs- and yet he comes with fair abundance for his age. Bend over-feel them-Emily. No-wait! Strip to your stockings and I will do the same. He will not move at all until we touch him, and then becomes a little fury. One can tame him quickly, though, by bringing him to spend, and then he likes to cuddle with his cock all limp and wet between one's thighs. Oh dear, what things young boys will get up to these days!' Her hands were at her clothing as she spoke, though first she had unbuttoned me, loosed all the buttons down my back, then-swooping up her own pink gown-showed wondrous pearly thighs above her stocking tops. 'Quickly!', she laughed and, casting off her dress, revealed herself to have been naked underneath. And what a wondrous form she had! Her hips had that 'violin curve' that makes a woman so desirable. Her belly curved but slightly. Underneath was a dark thatch luxuriant with curls. Her breasts were perfect melons-ruby nipples set upon the cream of her fine skin, the mounds aggressive, jiggling as she moved and waited for my own uncovering which took not but a moment more. We faced each other-faced each other in a moment of desire, and had no need to speak of it. I felt her belly fitting close to mine before it even did.
Three steps and we were touching nipples, manoeuvering our thighs to let our bushes touch. 'Boldness becomes you, Emily, to stand so.
Have you done so always? You must tell me more about yourself. Mouth open now-receive my tongue. Move closer backwards to the bed and let him sniff your bottom while we kiss. I promise you he'll do no more than that, until I say. Darling, my love, what lovely bottom cheeks you have. I trust you have received intruders there?' 'Yes', I said faintly. Cloudily her mouth came on my own. We swayed, moved backwards, dragging feet. I heard the youth shift and tensed myself.
His body rolled behind me on the bed. I felt the breathing of his breath close to my offered hemispheres. 'A little sniffing does him good, for he will know the scent of you henceforth', Elizabeth murmured. I confess to a squeak then, for as she spoke and squashed my mouth to hers, so the youth's nose intruded, searching like a tiny dog to poke between my nether cheeks and rummage, hotly breathing, at my hole. 'Is he there?', Elizabeth asked softly to my lips. 'Mmmmm…', I hummed against her own. His nose was moving as a gentle finger moves, around the puckered rim and up and down. I waited for his tongue, but felt no touch of it. 'He may not lick you less you wish him to'. Her voice was husky, urgent, tickling on my lips. I sensed her need that I should follow on the path her words had laid and bulbed my bottom more and felt as wickedly obscene as I had done with Jenkins on the bed. 'Want him to lick me there', I murmured, drawing in my breath and thus her own which flowed upon my tongue. 'Excellent! The posture must be quite exact, my pet. It is one of both obedience and offering we teach to younger girls sometimes. May I show you, Emily? Oh, do say yes!'