Along the corridor I stopped at Eveline's room, soothing my hair with fussy, trembling hands. Her lamp was lit still, underneath the door I saw its gleam and turned the knob. Naked she lay, one arm across her eyes. Her nipples glistened, quivered on their crests, were moist. 'Eveline?' 'Emily? Someone came and kissed me, took my nightdress off. And it was dark. I know not who it was', she said.
CHAPTER 2
'Did you sleep with Rose last night?', Mama asked after breakfast when our guests had gone. 'Rose?', I asked, 'Rose?' 'The girl whose things you went upstairs to see. Or did you not?' 'Oh yes-I did a little, yes. She fell asleep so quickly, though. I went back to my room at last'. I blushed. I tried to hide my blush, but I could not. 'I have noticed in dreams an instantaneous transition from one state to another, from one action to another, that does not occur in our waking lives.
Instantaneous', said Papa. He unfolded his newspaper as he spoke and held it up before him-gazed into its pages. As if I could see his eyes; as if I could see his eyes. 'Am I as slim, my skin as fair, as when you married me?', Mama asked him. 'Instantaneous. There is no sense of suspension between one moment and another', said Papa.
Was it in part an answer to her question? Such subtleties were often spoken in our house. I felt that he was wrong, yet dared not say so. At the moment of the utmost warmth and moisture in my honeypot the night before; at the moment of the electric tingling of another's tongue within my mouth, all had seemed instantaneous. All moments merged into the next. Mama was jealous, perhaps, of Adelaide. I felt a spite for her myself. Had she put her tongue in Papa's mouth last night? In his solidity, his breadth, his strength, solemn of demeanour as he often was, I thought it quite impossible. And yet her corsage had been loosed and half her breasts exposed in seeming readiness. And Eveline, her nightgown off and nipples risen. Quite plump already were her yearling tits. Many such have I since caressed and known the ineluctable, firm-silky feel of them. Their very brazenness invites the palm to shape the waiting globes. Eveline and James had gone to play, Mama said. Often she said 'play', though we three were too old for such. I found them in the narrow walk between the conservatory and the potting shed. Eveline was struggling closely in James' arms. Her hand was down between them and I saw his cock, the helmet ruby and the stem brown-white. I stayed my steps. They had not seen me then.- 'Don't! Stop it, no!', said Eveline. James' neck was flushed; he held her dress half up, her stockings white around her slim, young legs. 'Hold it, you silly'.-'No, won't! Oh!' Her dress up at the back, her drawers tight-filled. He palmed the close-sheathed cheeks and felt beneath. I had my mouth go dry; my face felt hot. 'What do you do?', I asked, and Eveline sprang back. I saw her garters, pale flash of her thighs. 'I did not mean to; it was James' fault', she said and made to tug her dress down, but I stepped before her and I seized her wrist. James grinned at me, his trousers all agape and stalk up-sticking to my view. So fresh, so firm it looked, I felt a thrill of sin in me. 'I shall tell Mama', said Eveline and tried to tug away. James said, 'She is a sillikins; she won't'. 'Best not to say, best not to speak', said I. A slur of footsteps sounded and a maid approached, dustpan in hand, to empty it perhaps. She had not seen us. Round the corner, rushing, bumping, giggling of a sudden ran we three, James with his naughty thing still sticking out. He leaned against the sunburned wall and grinned at us with that unease that males have when they are in lust. 'It's naughty', Eveline said, but she still stared at it. 'You were naughty last night, were you not?', I asked, and of a sudden pushed her to him, bright with newfound excitement as I felt. James clasped her, belly to his cock. She squealed. 'Oh, shush!', I said, and then the maid came round the corner, came on us, and stood stock-still, she stood and stared. Her arms limp, legs apart, she stared, the dustpan dangling from one hand. Fine cloud of dust like fairies in the light.
'Mary, come here', I said to her. I felt a tautness, in me, an excitement tight, like a constriction in my throat. My sister turned her face away, cried out. Her hips turned, and the maid saw James' cock. 'Miss, I got work to do'. She looked as we had looked and saw it clear, its urgency upthrusting from his balls. I set my teeth. I had a wild foolishness upon me then, perhaps. Eveline leaned back from James and caught the mood of me and said, 'Yes, Mary, do. Emily will give you half a sovereign if you do'. 'No, Miss, I…' 'Mary, come HERE! A sovereign it will be, I promise you.
Come-touch it, feel it nice and firm', I said. 'No, Miss, please, Miss…'. But Eveline leapt, gazelle-like did she leap, her face in flush as was my own and grabbed at Mary's wrist and drew her close.
The dustpan clattered down. Its tinplate quivered on the flagstones, then was still. 'I can't!' The maid's teeth chattered, but we had her close and pressed the blackness of her skirt to James who clasped her waist and boldly kissed her neck. Her hands were clenched. I forced her fingers open, though, in spite of it, and put them to his prick and whispered, 'Yes, a sovereign, Mary-a whole sovereign', in her ear. 'Ah, no, it's wicked, Miss-don't make me do!' She struggled, twisted, writhed within his clasp while Eveline drew the maid's skirt up and laughed. She had nice legs and was no more than seventeen or so. Her calves were slender and her thighs were plump, fresh as a turkey's, plump and white. 'She has no drawers on', James said. Both his hands had shifted from her waist-were up her skirt. The maid's arms strained against him and her head hung back. My sister seized her hair and pulled it down to make her neck strain back the more. White of her throat, her lips apart. She moaned but did not squeal out loud. James rolled her skirt up to her hips. Beside them-leaning close against-I saw his pego poking underneath her dell.
'No sir! No, Miss! Oh, please! Ah-OOOH!' They were too close, too close for me to see, and curiously I felt a fear for her at that stiff poker underneath her quim. 'No, James-wait! Put it in her mouth instead!' I knew not why I said it, with my head a-spin. The maid was sobbing, yet there were no tears. 'Oho, yes, inbetween her lips!', said Eveline and clasped the maid's slim waist and made her bend, as I did too, my hand upon her head until the swollen crest was at her mouth and dong-like brushed against her rosy lips. 'Ho… ho… ho… hold her nose', James gritted, and I felt for it and did. She snorted, wriggled, but then finally sucked breath in through her mouth and, with it open, in his knob was slid. I saw the inches, pinky-white, absorbed. 'T… t… two sovereigns!', stuttered James and I said 'Yes!' and saw saliva on his stalk that then was half-embedded in her mouth while Eveline had bared the girl's round bottom and was feeling it. I watched James' face. His mouth went slack. I want to see her eyes, the man had said of me and I, remembering, took note of James' slack look, the presence of a wonderment, a charm. 'Oooh-wer, I'm feeling her!', said Evelyn and laughed. 'T…t… two sovereigns if she sucks', said James again. The maid was snorting less. I loosed my fingers from her nose and heard her slurping as she drew upon the piston of his hot desire, hips wriggling to my sister's fingers underneath her bottom where the sunlight gleamed on her twin orbs. 'Oh, darling!'
Gasping, suddenly my mouth was close to James', and one hand lightly placed on Mary's head. Mouth then to mouth we kissed. Warm, hurried breathings and wet tongues a-touch. 'Goo-goo-goo-goooh!', he gurgled and I felt his hips a-shake. A glubbing sound came from the maid's own mouth. James' eyes screwed up; he sucked upon my tongue.
'Dooo-doo-doo-doooh!', he stammered on my tongue. I knew him to be wetting-coming-then. His form was all a-shake, a-shake throughout. The maid was spluttering. James' breath hissed fiercely to my own-legs shook-and then he drew his dripping penis out. 'SPMMMF!', Mary spluttered. Skirt up still, we let her rise, hand to her mouth and wiping it. 'Oh! I am going in!', said Eveline in a panic then, and ran. Her footsteps sounded far, then she was gone. James grinned the weakest grin; his cock hung limp, was smeared around the knob and rosier than when he had first put it in. 'OH-WOH!', the maid sobbed.- 'There, there, shush', said I. I put my arms around her and James slid away. He buttoned up his trousers as he went. I rather hated him for his cowardice, and thought all males were so, perhaps.