“Oh, you tickle me! Try to pull them down!”
“I must open my eyes, my pet-I cannot find the loop.”
“Yes, Edmund-then I will close mine,” declared his sister with a remarkable lack of logic.
Edmund was breathing very heavily. In order to assist him, Agnes thought, she bent forward over the stool of her dressing table and protruded her ardent globe more into his palms. Quite dazed by the feel of the luscious half-moons, Edmund began to tug somewhat ferociously at the waistband. As so often when one expects a motion to be resisted, the material gave suddenly. Ripping clean apart, the two sides fluttered down to the backs of Agnes's knees leaving her womanly glory totally exposed. Richly fleshed and pale, it glowed as if with lambent light, leaving only a shadow where the cheeks inrolled to form their secret groove.
Thus unveiled, Agnes could only pretend to faint and did so-though in most curious wise. For, instead of falling forward, as Nature would have had her do-she jerked upright and then slumped, leaving Edmund to grab at her as best he could. And Edmund found himself cupping her naked breasts, from which the jerkin had fallen away.
A soft murmur came from Agnes's lips, which he took to be a sign of momentary delirium-as in fact it was, though of a different nature from what Edmund suspected. Again Agnes had felt the stemming of his doughty prick, though this time in even more intimate fashion against her bottom. A moan and a sigh escaped her as Edmund dragged her backward to the bed.
“Oh, Edmund, you are looking at me! Put the lamp out!”
“My dear, yes!”
Flustered and excited by the glorious form revealed to him as Agnes flopped down, Edmund almost knocked the lamp over in his attempt to extinguish it. Having succeeded, he made his way blindly back to the bed and felt a feeble hand touch his.
“Edmund, I am not well. Fetch me a brandy-and pray, one for yourself.”
Edmund hastened down again. The whole world was a-fluster and quite topsy-turvy, for not only had he seen and felt Agnes's bottom, but had also now viewed, the dark thick muff of curls that nestled between her thighs. The stem of his cock throbbed agonisingly. He must settle her and go to bed quickly, before she became aware of it. Fetching a bottle and two glasses and remembering to put out the lights downstairs, he hastened to the fallen one who had by then adjusted herself more comfortably on the bed and appeared to him as a pale, indistinct form. As indeed she was. In the interim, Agnes had quickly discarded her torn tights and lay naked.
“Drink with me Edmund-oh, do not leave me. How foolish I have been! Come, sit on the bed. It is quite dark-you cannot see me. Oh, my poor handiwork all spoilt!”
Having quaffed her brandy, Agnes began to sob. And in part her sobs were real, for she felt quite overexcited. Solicitously, Edmund urged himself closer and bent over her.
“Do not cry, dearest. We shall have other ideas, I am sure. Let me kiss your tears away.”
“Yes, Edmund-and the other cheek-and my nose, if you please-and oh, the horrid silly tears have run over my mouth! Yes, that is better-a little more. Oh! Your buttons, they quite rub me-can you not remove them?”
Finding his sister's kisses quite luscious and with her breasts impressing the appeal against his chest, Edmund could not but assent. The need to free his rigid prick from captivity in his trousers had become paramount. Besides, the excitement and the rather large measure of brandy he had drunk impelled a certain carefreeness in him. Doffing shirt, trousers, socks and boots, he rejoined Agnes, who immediately turned to face him so that her silken belly rubbed against his tool.
“Shall you stay with me tonight, Edmund and comfort me? I have still got tears on my lips.”
“Of course, my pet. What delicious lips you have-I never thought of them before.”
“Nor I of this naughty big thing you have, Edmund. Did I bring it up?”
“I fear so, my love. Does it offend you?”
“Silly, no. Let me hold it while you kiss my foolish tears away and then you will know I do not object to it. Cuddle me closer, for I have not been cuddled for years.”
Heart bursting, Edmund obeyed. Not only now did he lavish his kisses upon her lips, but dared to let them stray down to her breasts, where they were received with passion. Finding that her nipples became ever stiffer while her hand moved more and more excitingly up and down his cock, Edmund sucked the delicious points between his lips. Becoming more and more possessed with one whom he now considered to be a veritable love goddess, he groped down between her thighs, which parted themselves accommodatingly to let him feel her slit.
Bending one knee the better to enjoy herself, Agnes could contain herself no more than he. The moist lips of her quim parted to his fingers. Her bottom began a merry dance. The breath exploded from her lips. Words she had never thought to speak surfaced at her lips.
“Oh, Edmund, let us be truly naughty. There is no one to see. Let me suck your cock before you put it in my cunt.”
Edmund groaned, for no sooner had she uttered the astonishing words than Agnes slid down a little, while still keeping herself sufficiently curled up for her brother to tease her slit. Feeling the warm grasp of her lips about his tool, his back arched in ecstasy.
“Suck! Suck my cock, Agnes!”
Pushing her head down, he felt his weapon slide farther in. Agnes absorbed it and let it glide over her tongue, where it throbbed so alarmingly that she feared he would come too soon. Relinquishing the alluring caress, she cast herself on her back, legs wide apart.
“Come, Edmund, satisfy me-put it in!”
Cock waggling, Edmund clambered upon her rich curves immediately. A moan from both signalled that he had met his target on the instant. Parting softly to his first push, the velvet lips appeared to draw him in. Their lips met in the sweetest of kisses. Ever the bolder now, Agnes protruded her tongue into his mouth, jerking her bottom petulantly, the quicker to absorb him. In a trice and with many a choking cry of bliss, his balls hung at her bottom.
And there the couple lay enlaced and still for a moment as if in wonder at their daring. But there were no such thoughts of daring in Agnes's mind. Instead she helped by her words and caresses to absorb them in the aura of lust which now hung over the bed in the dark room.
“Fill me to the brim, Edmund-you must promise.”
“Yes, my darling. Ah! how luscious and tight your slit is, how glorious your bottom, your thighs and your tits!”
“Did you not want to before, you naughty boy?”
“Oh, my love, unendurably! How often I have wanted to take your drawers down! I realise now that it was the cause of all my gloom.”
“Silly Edmund, why did you not poke me years before-I would have loved it. Poke me now, for I need it. I shall not let you sleep until you have done it in me thrice! Oh, what a cock you have! Faster, faster, I swear you have lots in your balls for me, darling.”
“Ah, I have! Work your hips, make me come, let me feel your bottom-I shall have it next!”
Quite berserk, the couple thrust and moaned, causing the bed to shake considerably as Edmund's penis slewed joyously in and out of its blessed haven. Their moans sounded ever anew amidst the most lewd of exchanges, for both felt their minds entirely freed by their exchanges and the raptures they were experiencing.
“My b… b… bottom! Oh, you bad thing! Have you thought of that, too? Has it tempted you?”
“Such big cheeks… ah, so firm… ah, so… aaaaah!”
“You are coming, Edmund! Oh, what a lot! What heavenly jets-do it more! Flood me! Fill my cunny!”
So the lewd pair rode on and on through the night until totally exhausted they surrendered to the arms of Morpheus as the first light of dawn flashed its pale wings across the surrounding hills and dales. Ever waking early by habit, this time their amourous combats sent them deeper into sleep, whereby a catastrophe might have occurred. For at seven-thirty, entering the vicarage as was her wont at that hour and finding the place unusually still, their housekeeper, Carrie ventured enquiringly upstairs.