“Will he indeed! Dry yourself, my dear. Let me powder your bottom. What a magnificent one you have! No-you do not need your clothes, not yet,” said I, grabbing up her things and casting them without, at which she waited, extending both hands in foolish pleading, though-as I noticed-she feared to say more then. “Stay, Maude,” I commanded, much as one might speak to a pet and with that I bounded out, locked the door to her faint cry and descended to release Edwin.
Trousers down, I led him up, he being then forced to stumbles for the wrapping of his garment around his boots caused him to.
“Speak not or all shall be revealed of your sins,” I told him, by which he could take to mean either what had occurred before his arrival or what was happening now. Maude let out a shriek as we entered and endeavoured to cover herself with a towel, but I snatched it from her.
“He will need it to dry himself,” said I blandly while Edwin, unable to keep his eyes from her large firm breasts, bared hips and bottom, was pushed roughly to the basin, there to sluice and wash as best he might, though splashing water all over his vestments as he did. I told him roughly to remove all, whereat both were naked as the day and, surveying one another with furtive and shameful eyes as they did, I distinctly saw his prick twitch. Indeed, to my profound irritation he did his best to conceal a nervous grin as, in endeavouring to hide her nubile charms from him by half turning away, Maude displayed to him the ample rondeurs of her well-cleft bottom. Thereupon to her vast relief and much cupping of her hands over her thick pubic bush, I opened the bathroom door and bid her follow me, snapping at Edwin to stay.
“Did you not see the look in his eyes when he perceived you naked?” I asked.
Maude put her hand to her mouth and stared. “He… he is hateful, oh hateful, and you made him put it in my mouth,” she blurted.
“There is still time enough to have him reported. Both of you,” I said carefully whereat she made to move past me and run into her bedroom, but I seized her arm.
“No, Maude, you will listen to me. Have you forgotten what is at stake? Have you?” I insisted.
“N… n… no, I haven’t! Oh, what to do?”
“You DO as I instruct, Maude, and take him first in hand. Your stepbrother’s virility is undoubted. He must be milked twice a day and given solace once a week.”
“M… m… milked? Given solace?” she stammered.
“By drawing the sperm from his stem, my dear, you will profoundly quieten his desires. By offering your own bottom to his cock you will divert him from less manly occupations and pursuits. As perhaps with another youth who will run immediately to the authorities and inform them of his wickedness.”
“Oh no, oh no!”
“What other response could you give? You will be the one who benefits from this, Maude, for have I not warned you that Vivian may go the same way? You, temptress, have disturbed them deeply. Nightly they dream of burying their burning, throbbing shafts in your quim or bottom, and thus do you betray them and drive them through the streets of fearful sin by not appeasing them.”
“I had never thought of it-never!”
“If you had not, then fate has ruled. Go, Maude, and bring him to me by his cock. I will show you what to do. Hasten now for I have not much patience left.”
“Oh-woh!” The same silly cry and she turned back-I hastening into her bedroom where I sat legs open on the side of the bed. At their entry, and each as redfaced as the other, I smiled at her.
“Bring him closer, Maude. Why, the devil of it, you naughty girl, you have his penis stiff again already! An excellent beginning. Fetch a clean towel and lay it across my lap. Hurry now! And you, sir, stand quite still in front of me.”
“If we…” he began feebly the moment that Maude had gone.
“No!” I replied sharply before he could finish. “Be still and be silent! You have no other means of comporting yourself now whether in her presence or mine. Your cock quivers lewdly, though it is scarce half an hour since you last spilled. Ah, Maude, how good you are,” I greeted her return. “Spread the towel across my thighs so. Good. Now stand behind him-closer-closer still! It matters not that he can feel your nipples at his back or your bush pressed to his buttocks. All the better, in fact, to bring on his excitement, for you are to deal with him thus each morning and each afternoon. Woe betide him should he disobey. Coil your arms around him now, one hand beneath his balls and the other at his cock.”
Maude grimaced, quivered and hid her face behind his back as she obeyed. His loins jerked-for which I had to admonish him-and his features twisted.
“Make him come, Maude,” I murmured as at my bidding her fingers began to move up and down his thick tool. “His sperm will fall upon the towel and there be safe.”
“Oh, Maude, your hand, your lovely hand!” groaned he. I let him have his say, his little say. It bided him no good, for a certain and sudden ferocity was to be observed in the faster movements of her fingers. Perhaps she wished to get it over or perhaps excitement had risen in her, for such a staff so swollen up and stiff is beautiful to feel in one’s warm clasp. A gritting sound came from him and he made to feel behind him with his hands to touch her thighs.
“No! No, Edwin, NO!” I barked at him whereat he wavered, ground his teeth anew, his legs trembling. “Your stepsister has your cock in her hand as she frequently will in order to quell your more libertine desires. For this you will afterwards kiss her feet and thank her. Your lips will then travel upwards to her knees and to her inner thigh, but not beyond. You will know her scent but not her compliance, unless she wishes it. Is that not so, Maude?”
“Yes,” came her breathless tone from his back where I suspected her of grinding her pubis to his buttocks. She had passed the bounds of modesty and was fair to be fucked or corked and did, I believe, know it. No female can withstand such temptations for long when the male becomes submissive.
“Stop, Maude!”
My cry was sudden and unexpected to myself. It had come upon me that he was too easily come by his pleasures. It was a practice my stepmama also followed. “See how haggard their eyes become when their sperm is not let loose. They are as ravenous dogs and should so be treated,” she told me several times when “withholding grace” from Robert, Tim, Papa or Charlie and sending them upstairs with cocks still stiff.
The look she described and which I had often seen was apparent to me in Edwin’s eyes. Maude’s hand seemed reluctant to cease its massaging, but she did, while he-uttering a moan-beseeched me silently, all in vain.
“It is too soon,” I declared simply.
“Ah, what agony you put me through between you! Have I then deserved so much?” groaned Edwin.
“Has not every male?” I responded sharply and to the surprised awe of Maude who I believe was becoming not unaccustomed to her state of nudity in his presence. I spied then upon a chest exactly what I wanted-a pair of long kid gloves and a kerchief. One of the gloves I seized, commanding Maude to hold Edwin tight which she did by winding her arms rather lovingly about him from the rear.
“My God, what are you at?” he gasped.
“A simple sheath to tame your impetuousity,” I said and with that slipped the sleeve of the glove down over his rampant cock which, to my satisfaction, it covered fully. Then, gripping it tightly about his unbending stem, I wound the kerchief fast about and tied it in a knot. How comical and how absurd he looked thus with the fingers of the glove dangling limp! Despite my suppressed hilarity at the spectacle, I saw a purpose in such binding and covering of the erect organ and quickly determined to use it in future.
“Turn him and stand him in the corner, Maude. He will pay a penance thus,” said I.
“I beg you no! Let me dress and have an end to it!” came from Edwin, but I would have none of that. He was a strong enough man and did he not have some semblance of a gentleman in him still could have pushed us both aside and made his retreat then, scorning my threats perhaps to expose him.