Lucrezia's thighs slipped gently against the saddle. The movement of the horse jogged her in a gentle rise and fall. Once again, unconcerned now with the guidance of a horse, she let her thoughts dwell on the events of the past days. In cold blood she could hardly imagine herself prostrated in front of her father while from behind her, unseen, he screwed her with his unbearably big weapon. She wondered what she looked like to him in that position. The thought of herself stretched out with all her openings spread out before his eyes gave her a delicious little thrill of horror. She thought of his prick. How big it had been. How could it have gone in her? All of it! But how wonderful it had finally been!
Her crotch slipped on the saddle, bringing her back to the present. She was getting wet again with the thought. Now that she knew exactly what she longed for, knew the sight and feel of it, she felt she needed it every time her thoughts strayed in a sexy direction.
Up and down she jogged on the saddle. She wriggled her bottom slightly against it on the downward movement. Her breath was a series of small sighs in her throat as she leaned against Giuffredo. His presence and her feelings combined to make him seem the object of her desire. If only they were alone, she'd make him leap down from the horse and fuck her in the field alongside. She wondered if he'd ever done it and came to the conclusion it was out of the question. He was simply too young and they spent most of their time together.
Back and forth, up and down. She squirmed on the hard leather, flattening the slim wedges of her sex against it. There was really very little separating her from Giuffredo, she thought: just her tucked up skirt lying across the horse's back between them and his thin hose. His boyish prick was so close to her. She could actually feel the pressure of his legs against hers where he sat behind her on the same saddle. If only they could do it now.
She pushed her bottom back against his loins. She could feel the pressure of his body down there against the voluminous folds of her skirt; his free hand was still around her waist, her head against his shoulder.
Gently she edged her hips right back along the saddle, straightening her body imperceptibly, so that her bottom was tight against his loins. She held her breath and let the horse's movement jog her behind against his loins. With every pace forward, her buttocks crushed back against the point where his penis was hidden by his tight hose.
The main trouble, she realized, after a few minutes-in which her face became hotter and hotter and her vagina felt as if it were weeping-was that she couldn't feel what effect she was having on Giuffredo; the folds of cloth between them were too many.
She reached behind her, as if simply to arrange her skirt, and deftly drew it up a little above the point where her buttocks rose above the saddle. At the same time, she pushed her hips back again so that her naked flesh was in contact with the thin cloth of her brother's hose.
As she did so-and totally accidentally-her hand brushed against his loins and she knew what the effect had been. She had felt a small, but very definite bulge.
My sweet young brother, she thought. You're beginning to feel how nice it would be to possess your sister.
They jogged for a while and then Giuffredo pushed out his thighs along the horse so that Lucrezia was virtually sitting in his lap, with the point of his bulge pressed against the slit of her buttocks. Her skirt draped over them, falling over his legs quite naturally, so that their point of contact was quite hidden.
Now with every movement of the horse, her buttocks crushed back around the bulge in his hose, rubbing down it with a pressure which sent a spear of delight up Lucrezia's spine.
Giuffredo's hand had tightened on her belly, his arm surrounded her more tightly than it ever had before on their journeys. She felt his chest heaving and pressed hard against her back.
Giuffredo himself wasn't quite sure what was happening. He felt tight and prickly inside, particularly down at his reproductive organ. That was what his tutor called it in his advanced biology lessons. Giuffredo had never quite been able to believe in the process which it was alleged took place. He had never even felt any desire to masturbate, which he understood was a phase some boys got earlier than others. He'd always been rather frightened of the idea-as if something terrible would happen to him if he did.
But now Lucrezia, his beautiful sister of whom he was so proud, was pressing against him in a way which was having a strange and exciting effect on his organ and his whole being. And, what was more, he was certain she was doing it on purpose. She'd deliberately pulled her skirt over his legs and he could feel she had nothing on underneath and her hand had brushed his center of excitement, making it jerk involuntarily against the tight hose he wore and causing him considerable embarrassment.
He felt very strange, almost sick in a pleasant way-if that were possible. And every step the horse made with consequent jog of Lucrezia's bottom against him he felt stranger and sicker.
Guiltily he glanced at the surrounding horsemen. They were dim, unreal figures in the flickering light of the lanterns. They all appeared to be asleep. They could almost have been ghosts, following them, lit up in their own aura of ghostliness.
He closed his eyes. His fingers on the reins were clenched. He closed out everything but the strong rubbing sensation of her bottom on his organ under the skirt as the horse jogged forward. He became aware of his hand on her belly. He could feel the warm, firm arc of her belly under the skirt and the feel of it made him want to explore it with his hands, to feel it naked.
Lucrezia, he noticed, was squirming in a slightly unnatural way on the saddle. She leaned back her head against him so that their faces touched and for the first time in his life the touch excited and embarrassed and delighted him. Her face was warm and her eyes were closed and their bodies were together from the saddle to their heads and the pressure on his loins was making him want to burst through his hose.
Suddenly he felt his sister's hand upon his leg, stroking his thigh-and moving up his thigh, reaching awkwardly under the skirt until her fingers lightly landed on the bulge of his penis. The touch sent a shock right through his body and he drew back his hips involuntarily. But her hand pursued and he let it fondle him there, with an excitement growing in his loins which he couldn't control.
It was at this point that the lieutenant of the guard coughed-and Giuffredo moved sharply, guiltily back from his sister again.
The cough was a preliminary for an announcement.
The lieutenant thought they should ride a little faster to reach the Orsini Palace at a reasonable hour. They had, still, rather farther to go than was wise on a night as dark as this.
Reins were tightened throughout the party and the pace increased to a canter.
The extra attention directed on horses and road and the greater noise of the canter seemed to Giuffredo to act as a cover for his secret activity with Lucrezia and he pressed the bulge of his loins back against the warm nudity of her backside. Her hand, which had momentarily withdrawn, also came back and rose and fell against his protrusion as they cantered forward into the night.
Giuffredo felt hot and almost dizzy with excitement. He kept having to control himself with an effort. Lucrezia, he saw, was breathing very heavily as if in the throes of some strong physical exertion.
Under cover of the noise she half turned to him and whispered something.
Now that she had spoken, reestablished with the sound of her voice, that she was his sister, he felt a new wave of embarrassment.
“What?” he asked leaning forward, blushing.
“I said put it in me,” Lucrezia said brazenly.
Giuffredo was horrified and flustered-and then freshly excited. The actual thing! The hand came back and pinched and poked the hot mound of flesh which seemed bent on escaping from his clothing. He pushed his hips forward and pressed them against her flesh with a furious desire.