“Hush! The servants!” Pamela declared, for already an enquiring commotion was apparent downstairs. Lavender was forced to recover herself. “I shall dress,” she announced in stately fashion, being thankful that Roger could not follow her or he would have discovered Rupert.
“Indeed, we must all do so,” said Pamela in the most practical terms. “I propose that we meet this crisis in civilised fashion.”
“Oh, I could never do that!” Lavender sobbed, entering her room whilst Rupert was sheepishly clambering out from beneath the bed-he having believed that Sir Richard at the least might have returned.
“Nonsense-you shall and you must,” ordained Pamela, who delighted, as we know, in taking charge of such untoward situations and manipulating them as she thought best. One must not be a hypocrite, she advised Lavender quietly whilst Rupert dressed and slipped downstairs.
“P… p… perhaps not,” averred Lavender, who was quite put out that she had not seen what she wanted to but had instead seen what she had not wanted to. “Wh… wh… what is to be done?” she asked, having found herself in the past hours thrown into a veritable turmoil of wicked activities.
“I shall call for tea,” replied Pamela in her best practical manner. Dressing more quickly than her companion, she hastened first to Mary's room, where the flushed pair had finished arraying themselves and were somewhat sheepishly herded downstairs. There, Rupert quite intelligently sprang up and greeted them as if he had just arrived. Lavender, descending in a few minutes, could say nothing immediately, for a maid was then serving tea and biscuits, and all seemed outwardly calm and settled as it should in domestic circumstances. Once the servant had departed, Lavender felt as if her lips were glued, for having unexpectedly presented herself all but naked in company with an even more uncovered Pamela, she no longer knew how to start.
Not being at such a disadvantage-having perhaps had much more practise-Pamela stirred her tea sedately and asked politely as if nothing whatever had happened, “Shall you return home today, Lady Waterhouse?”
Quite bemused by the question, that lady nodded, whilst Mary sat quiet as a mouse and Roger stared at the carpet. “I believe indeed we shall,” she summoned up her voice to say at last, being foolishly relieved at the very ordinariness of the question.
“Then I shall summon carriages,” declared Pamela, who had quickly made up her mind what was to be done and how things were best to be mended. Having so ordained, she made skilful and neat arrangements to place herself in one carriage with Mary and Rupert whilst Lavender and Roger were guided to another. The coachmen, being discreetly instructed not to proceed too quickly, urged their horses into a gentle trot whilst, in the first coach, Lavender wrung her hands and released at last her emotions.
“Oh Roger, how could you!”
“'Twas but the slip of a moment, my pet. Can you not forgive me?” enjoined her brother, whose cock remained unsatisfied from his bout. A curious silence settled between them, then, and Lavender's bottom stirred uneasily-or, it might be thought, fretfully-to the swaying of the seat beneath her.
“How beautiful you both looked naked,” Roger said quietly, for his inquisitiveness was great, and 'twas this that Lavender feared.
Lavender's lips twisted in a smile that she did her best to conceal, for her heart was thumping.
“Really?” she asked and felt a hand steal upon her thigh. Still averting her gaze, she continued to stare out of the window. Little by little she felt him gathering up her skirt but pretended to be totally unaware of such an untoward thing until her thighs were bared. “Ah! what are you at?” she remonstrated, but by then her fervent pussy was already prey to his fingers and the jolting of the carriage made the lips of it surge to his touch.
Endeavouring feebly to wrest his hand away, despite their one previous bout together, Lavender found her mouth submissively placed beneath Roger's.
“Oh, you naughty man, I do believe you to be truly wicked!” she uttered whilst parting her legs more for his convenience and reaching for his cock, which she uncovered deftly. The stem was thick and long, admirably suiting her tastes at that moment as the lubricious events at the manor swam in her mind.
“Indeed, are we not both so?” declared Roger, who had a fine suspicion of what she had been about prior to bursting into the bedroom.
“No, 'tis you,” protested Lavender all too faintly as she was laid back on the seat and prepared for amourous combat, her resplendent thighs, belly, and mottle uncovered to his view.
“Lie still and uncover your breasts,” commanded her brother in such tones as she had never heard before. Indeed, her mouth opened and closed in astonishment before she obeyed him. With senses swimming, she felt the crest of his charger part her petulant lips below while his mouth descended upon her nipples and roamed about the creamy orbs. Quite quivering with desire, she wrapped her arms about him and began to sob her pleasure as inch by inch his stem invaded her. His buttocks heaved, her slit tightened and then relaxed, and with a joyful sigh from both he was lodged within her to his balls.
“Has Mary not been put to the cock before?” Roger murmured whilst pecking at her eager lips and letting the slow jolting of the carriage effect their movements.
“I b… b… believe so,” murmured Lavender in a daze, though she knew well enough by now whose prick had urged its leaping essence into Mary's pretty pussy. “Ah, dearest, fuck me, for it is quite delicious, though I should not say it. Oh, you bad boy, what a cock you have. May I not move my bottom now? Please permit me,” she wheedled coyly, quite enamoured of his masterful behaviour.
“Wriggle it, my pet, yes,” panted Roger who was by now in anticipation of several such bouts that day, one not least of all with Mary, whom he fully intended to rod again. Thus cupping his sister's warm, firm cheeks on his palms, he experienced with bliss her ineluctable fervours as she wriggled and rolled, bringing him on ever closer to the spermatic bliss which within seconds each pantingly enjoyed.
Farther back in the other carriage meanwhile, Pamela had seen to Mary, who she realised was in heat for the injection she had sorely lacked from her uncle. Having drawn the girl across her lap, she had duly uncovered her luscious rear, which presented itself without ado to Rupert's cock. He, by guidance from Pamela, taking the more conventional of the two offered routes, was quickly ensconced and with passionate sobs Mary duly received the pulsing jets of essence which for the moment at least cooled her young desires, but left her ardent for the kisses Pamela then lavished upon her.
Chapter eighteen
An air of quiet reigned over the Waterhouse manor the next morning. His Lordship, having failed to return to the ancestral home, the proceedings of the night had been of a most libertine nature.
Lavender, who walked now in the garden with Pamela, absorbing the morning sun, persuaded herself that she remembered very little of what had happened after dinner the previous evening. A bibulous haze had descended over her mind, or so she preferred to think. Quite obviously it was not possible that she, Mary, and Pamela had all been tupped, first in the drawing room and then upon the beds, though it was with vague surprise that she had discovered their dresses and chemises scattered over the drawing room carpet that morning.
Mary lay sweetly sleeping still in her bed, whence she had been borne in the early hours, having not only been Rogered but Ruperted as well. Opening her eyes for a moment, and then her legs, she fingered her cunny in pleasant reminiscence, happily aware that her dear Mama could henceforth never upbraid her again. With that thought, she drifted back into dreamland while in their own beds Roger and Rupert languidly considered that the events of the night might be renewed and that they had best rest up in that hope.