She had to support herself on her elbows upon his thighs, for her fingers never abandoned their hold on his darling sex. Merely to feel her lips imprisoning this softly warm bit of masculinity intoxicated her beyond words. Its taste-all the sensations of harboring it thus-were heady to her mind like strong wine. She sucked on it gently as he again began his own recital.
She heard each word-but dimly, as from a great way off. Persistently she forced her mind to recall the disgrace of acting as she was acting. She literally fought to retain the immense shame which she should feel, but which was being eclipsed by a flood of perverse rapture. Her head whirled-and somewhere within it she heard the phrase 'cock sucker' which her husband had once pronounced, adding poignancy to her peculiar sense of pleasure.
She told herself that she was just a naked animal at the man's feet-naked by his command and forced to minister to his lusts-she was not even his mistress. And as she softly sucked and moved her tongue over this delicious mouthful, this woman of fine upbringing exulted in her own downfall.
“As I sat thus on her bed,” continued Freeman, “my own healthy young cock would already be hardening from the view of her delightful bosom-and as I saw the nipples of her lovely breasts it would rapidly attain complete ejection.”
“It became Mary's silent delight to lay her hand on my thigh while I tried to read when in this state-and then quite unconsciously let her errant fingers slip up a little further-to touch, furtively, at this stage, the object which distended my breeches.”
“It chanced that I was a shy and inexperienced youth at that age-in spite of what you may think of me now. And I was not quite convinced that her approaches were really quite deliberate and planned. I think my sister relished my mute 'greenness.' She had only been married some three years, and was not herself a girl of much amatory wisdom-so that she might have felt incapable of further advances had not my own shyness drawn her along.”
“The evening came when she wished to try to walk a few steps with my aid, so that we could 'surprise the folks downstairs' as she said. And with my aid-which I think was quite unnecessary-she twisted her legs out from beneath the bedclothes.”
“She was rosily embarrassed-overcome by a sensuality so long penned up-as she projected her naked feet and then her legs from the bed to my delighted gaze! Even this much display thrilled me-for my somewhat prudish mother I had never even seen barefooted. And there my pretty sister sat-her thighs by now barely hidden. I thought that she was waiting for me to raise the coverlet so that she might emerge from the bed.”
“I did so-and I gasped and quivered. For her rounded milk white thighs were naked to their summits-while at their convergence lay-equally exposed-the base of her belly and the blonde grove of her sex hair.”
“She must have contrived, as she moved in the bed, to pull her nighty well up-and that fact perhaps explained the presence of such color in her face and such sensual languor in her eyes as I had never before seen.
“Yet she exclaimed in apparent dismay as I thus displayed her secret nudities.
“You could at least have given me a second to make sure that I was decent, Frank, before thus uncovering me,” she remonstrated-but so softly that I was not too ashamed.
“I was just reaching down to see if my nightgown-was in order, when you pulled off the covers like that!” she complained softly.
“I'm sorry, Mary…” I stammered.
“But I noticed-and wondered-that she still sat just where she was-naked from her toes to her navel-and let me continue to look at her.”
“It was such a shock,” she murmured, perhaps to explain her immobility. “It's left me quite weak. But after all we are brother and sister, and I guess you are old enough to find out how women are made-and very likely you've seen mother like this before now?”
“There was a distinct query in Mary's voice. And I think she was a little pleased that it was her body which had afforded me my first glimpse of feminine sexual charms. And I know she was pleased as I added: 'I've never seen mother — but — you are really lovely, Mary darling…”
“Silly boy!” she exclaimed, almost tenderly. “Why don't you help me up, so that the curtain will fall-instead of trying to flatter your ancient sister like that.”
“She was so scantily clad-with her nighty drawn up so that it had become merely a white girdle with one breast just showing its rosy tip above-that I could hardly touch her without encountering nudity. I hesitated.”
“Are you going to leave me in this disgraceful state all the evening?” she demanded weakly. “I'm so upset that I can barely move. I think you might first tuck away… m-my n-naked breast-”
“I panted audibly with delight as I obeyed. To my young and inexperienced self it was the most exciting thing in the world that I should be able to touch with impunity one of those firm, full mounds with its pouting pink nipple. As if it had been a delicate and fragile jewel, I fingers and snuggled it hack into its nest of muslin and fragile lace.
“And now…” Mary said, and her voice was none too steady as she spoke, “with your arm about me you ought to be able to walk me around the room.”
“I tried to take her thus-as solicitously as possible. My hand trembled when it touched the fragrant delicacy of her white, smooth skin just below the disordered and tousled nighty.
“Good heavens.” she expostulated again. “You haven't got to take me by the bare body, have you?”
“Although her tone was so mild as not to startle me, she squirmed around in the attempt to assist in her own rising. The lovely thighs which had remained pressed together until now, were parted somewhat-and then more lavishly-and I saw what had hitherto been concealed from me-a faintly rosy gash running downwards between her legs from her plump mound with its abundant growth of ruddily golden hair.
“If I breathed hard-so did she. And I think she was getting an enormous 'kick' out of showing her sex to her then innocent brother-for she prolonged the exposure far more than was necessary as she pretended to avail herself of my help.
“It was some time later-after she had proudly walked about the room with my arm supporting her-that her own passion and her observation of my stiff erection impelled her to an uncontrollable and licentious advance far more deliberate than any she had hitherto made.”
“She was back in bed-and I was sitting beside her as I read to her aloud. And suddenly-without any preliminaries her hand was upon my throbbing prick. I choked, stammered, ceased even to try to read. I trembled like a leaf as she deliciously squeezed and petted the huge swelling inside my trousers. She was shaking her head-looking at me with eyes which were suffused with languor.”
“Poor boy-poor darling-ohhh… Frank!” she whispered huskily. She controlled her voice and began once more in a low tone. “Little sister is really much worried to find you like this-so very excited! It can't be good for you! But perhaps a little petting will make it feel much better?”
“For a minute or two of extreme felicity for me-and of no great distress for her, you may be sure-she continued to mould and finger the swelling prick within my breeches until I was trembling from head to foot. The book had fallen unheeded to the floor. My sighs of shamed delight were almost moans of passion.”
“Do you want Sis to do even more than this to try and… soothe you?” she whispered vibrantly. Her pretty face was flaming with excitement.
“Go on-ohh… Mary darling-do whatever you wish to do!” I stammered.
“It's not what I wish-it's what I think may be good for you!” she insisted, with an air of complacent virtue. “You may not think it's very nice-at first-what I'm going to do-but something just has to be done-about the state into which you've gotten yourself.”
“Any… anything-you do-is nice…”I stammered feebly.