'Re-geeeee!' squealed Vanessa, for with far less restraint than the Vicar had shown, the ruddy helmet of his stiff penis had already oozed between the pouting, wet lips and drove upwards within the silky-warm haven-and that cry, that one piercing cry, did reach the ears of Mary who started up in such immediate awareness of what must be passing as comes to all in some moments.
'Coming, ma'am!' Mary called back hazily, though not so loudly that either of the occupants of the bed could hear her. Nor in the wild and violent threshing of their locked bodies were they aware of Mary's ascent, the maid haphazardly casting off her cap and apron en route.
Snuffling, choking, kissing sounds came to Mary even before she reached the door which Reggie in his haste had left ajar. Being the first to glimpse her entering figure, Va-nessa flung up one arm which she did not ever remember casting around her brother's neck and held it out, saying with seeming desperation, 'Oh, Mary, oh!' while the maid's vision drank in the sight of Reggie's all-too-fiercely-working buttocks and those of Vanessa wriggling in turn to his thrusts.
'Oh, ma'am!' choked Mary, albeit that it was not a cry of accusation but rather one of admiration. Uncaring as to what might ensue from her actions, she cast herself down beside the heaving pair and circled her own arms about Vanessa's neck, kissing her upon the cheek and saying excitedly, 'It's nice, it's nice!'
'Mur-mur-mur!' blurted Reggie, trying to utter the maid's name, but being already so close to the point of ejaculating his sperm that all his other senses appeared to be leaving him. Moreover, after one glance at the shunting of his piston just beneath the furred hump of her Mistress's mount, Mary gave all the attention of her eyes and mouth to those of Vanessa.
'Stop him! Oh, Mary, he's… he's… he's going to come in me!' sobbed Vanessa in a desperation of desire and bewilderment that such things could not only be done but seen.
'Oh no, ma'am, it's nice, it's nice. Go on, let him do it', Mary chanted, kissing the very lips that had spoken the words and having such a boldness upon her that she eased her hand between them and fondled Vanessa's love-stung nipples.
'Doo-Doooh! Do-ing it!' Reggie managed to gasp then and leaned up, supported on his forearms while Vanessa, despite all her protests, squeezed his yearning prick in her nest and felt the first vibrant shoots from her second cock of the afternoon, albeit moaning 'No, no, no!' 'into Mary's mouth while the maid's hand stroked her cheek.
'Lovely, it's lovely, ma'am', cooed Mary.
'Haaaar!' Vanessa gasped.
She was emitting her own pearly spurts then and sucking in her brother's globbing sperm at the same time-and it was too late, too late, too late to ever stop.
Chapter Six
In the aftermath that followed, Reggie knew not how to comport himself in the presence of Mary who continued lying as if protectively beside her Mistress. The damned girl-the darling girl-he thought simultaneously, for in truth he desired to fuck them both together, or as best as he was able, but considering their different stations in life (and this despite his rashness of the night before) it seemed to him a deuced difficult thing to do.
Hence he rolled over on his back and lay with one arm across his eyes, as though the light hurt them. A huge sigh- though whether of satisfaction or despair he could not tell- came from Vanessa who rose from the bed and said as stiffly as she might, 'Help me to dress, Mary'.
Reggie peeped from under his arm in the process and liked what he saw, and in particular the display that Vanessa offered him as she raised first one leg and then the other to get her feet into her drawers. There was dried sperm on her bush, he observed with satisfaction, and then rolled over to lie upon his face while the two left him on the much-tousled bed.
'All men is the same, ma'am', Mary opined when she and Vanessa had made themselves a cup of tea downstairs. 'They all does it to you and then they gets tired, or at least some of them do', she added philosophically.
'But that my own brother should have done such a thing', Vanessa murmured emptily, though not without such a trace of hypocrisy in her tone as brought her maid to grin at her cheekily.
'Like I said, ma'am, it don't matter who, if it's nice, it really don't'
'It should', Vanessa uttered gloomily, albeit that she was beginning to believe that less and less.
Sitting informally as they were at the kitchen table, Mary edged her chair closer to her Mistress's.
'Of course, if you really didn't want to do it with him ever, Miss, and he knew it, then of course he were bad- well, naughty anyway'.
'He was-bad, I mean. Really, Mary, I don't think we ought to discuss it anymore. I shall keep my bedroom door locked permanently henceforth, for there is no way of dealing with such a horrid matter. Why, if it were to be found out, what a scandal there would be', exclaimed Vanessa who despite her chumminess with Mary found it hard to conceive that the maid could not only have watched her incestuous bout with Reggie but actually encouraged her, though even on that her mind was split, for all three now were unduly aroused.
'My lady at my last house, Miss-the first one I was at before I came to you-she always said never to worry what people say about you, and I think that's right'.
'She said it to you'? Vanessa asked in surprise.
'Well, you see there was an-what did she call it-oh, yes, an occurrence, which was a funny word, I thought. You see, the Master there he misbehaved himself something proper and was caught out at it by her. So she and her sister what had come to stay, well-they saw to him'.
'Saw to…? Go on, Mary. What? Whatever did they do?'
There then began much whispering during which Vanessa had cause to gape and her head to spin even more, though she could not imagine that young Mary could have such an inventive mind as to make such events up.
'Mary, break open another bottle of sherry!'
Such were Vanessa's quick-breathing words when the maid had concluded her recital, for what she had heard had raised her to an almost equal state of excitement as that which had passed during the last two days, and which she was now the more ready to admit had been such. Elaborating between themselves on the revelations of Mary's tale, the two drank, kissed, passed their hands up beneath the other's skirt and brought themselves to a rare state even while Reggie was arousing himself and dousing his face with water in the bathroom.
Hearing his movements, and with the two rubbing their fingers lubriciously around each other's cunny, Mary giggled and said, 'There ain't no time like the present, ma'am. if you feels like it'.
'I do, Mary! Fetch the spare washing line, for that will do us a treat'.
Mysterious as these words would have sounded to an innocent bystander, they were to prove otherwise when Reggie finally descended, wondering indeed what his reception was going to be. It was jolly quiet and he could not hear Mary moving about as usual, nor was there any sight of his sister in the drawing room or dining room. Vanessa, he thought rather gloomily, must have gone out, but it was upon that cogitation that her voice called to him from the kitchen.
'We are in here, Reggie!'
Was it an invitation? The plural indicated such-but what an odd place for them to be! The old linoleum sounded under his feet as he advanced thereto and, upon his doing so, a silence again held which he conceived to be odd or promising, or both. Then-even as he made to turn the handle-the door was opened by Mary who, saying nothing, stepped aside to let him enter upon the stone-flagged floor.
The kitchen had been much tidied since Reggie had passed through it an hour before. The large deal table stood empty and solid and all but one wooden chair had been tucked neatly beneath it. The lone companion thereof stood a little away from the table with its seat turned towards it.