bed, her face a mirror of despair.
“Why Freda!” cried Caroline, noting her sister's entire absence of shoes and stockings. She raised her astonished eyes and further beheld that her dress was opened at the neck.
Freda calmly seated herself beside Caroline and gazed curiously at her sister's swollen eyelids, which told of the recent tear storm.
“Why, Caroline dear, you have been crying. What did you do that made him so angry, tell me about it.”
“Oh, it is nothing,” said Caroline, crossing her legs and reaching out for her handkerchief, “that is nothing that you would likely understand, Freda!”
“Well, it must have been something awful, or uncle wouldn't be in such a tantrum about it. He seemed perfectly furious when I last saw him down here. What did he say to you?”
“Freda, what has uncle been doing to you in your room?” asked Caroline, lifting her listless eyes and giving Freda a careful survey.
“Heavens, Freda! Why your shoes and stockings are off, and your dress is actually hanging from one shoulder, Freda. What does this mean?”
“Oh,” said Freda, with a superior air, “uncle and I were just indulging in a few playful antics.” Then she had a brilliant idea, and tossed her head as she slyly remarked, “He did to me what he did to you today in the drawing room.”
Caroline looked dubiously at her sister. She knew that her uncle had not as yet penetrated her younger sister.
If he had, Freda would have been crying ruin. She merely smiled at the evidence of her sister's duplicity, and resolved to try her a bit further.
She said chaffingly, “Well, sister dear, was it nice? Did you like the sensation of his long rinka-dink penetrating your virgin bower?”
“Oh, Caroline,” sighed Freda, as she rolled her eyes to the skies, “it was wonderful. And he is so masterful,” sighed Freda, imagining that this horseplay would deceive the experienced Caroline.
Caroline could not restrain laughter any longer and gave away to a hearty peal, despite her own melancholy feelings.
She lay back on the bed and laughed merrily as she surveyed the amazed Freda, who could not imagine the source of her sister's mirth.
“Why, you little goose, don't lie to me,” said Caroline, arising and taking Freda in her arms and kissing her. “I'm astonished that you would try to fool your poor sister.”
“Why, Caroline,” gasped Freda, “how can you say such a thing? He most certainly did.” And she watched carefully to see what effect her lying would have upon Caroline.
Caroline again rocked with laughter, and Freda sensed that something must be wrong.
“Well, Miss Smarty, how do you know that he did not diddle me, as you imagine? I suppose that you spied upon us. Well, you are mistaken.”
Caroline still laughed merrily at the idea, and Freda, seeing that her tale was producing little or no effect, broke down and confessed that Lord Roxboro had not taken advantage of his golden opportunity.
“Oh, Caroline, it was too soft and small, and when I industriously worked it up hard again, he arose and left me.”
“Why, Freda, what do you mean by 'when you got it hard,'“ said Caroline, all her curiosity aroused. “How did uncle's thing get hard, Freda?”
“Why, in my mouth,” said Freda complacently.
“First he placed it between my legs and we squirmed about a bit, then we tried molding it, but nothing worked on it until I took it in my mouth. Then it began to harden. But Caroline, imagine-after all that, he got up and left me and I had worked so hard and loving, rolling it about with my tongue and it got so hard and throbbed. Caroline, it was almost too large to slip out of my mouth.”
“Why, Freda! Do I understand you to say that you took our uncle's sexual organ in your mouth?
“Oh no! you are joking again,” said Caroline, trying to look shocked as she suffered a twinge of jealousy at the thought of Freda appeasing her uncle's passion by titillating his monster organ. “Freda, you actually mean to stand there and tell me that you took that awful thing, that you previously saw him insert into my vagina, and took it right into your mouth and sucked on it?”
“Why, certainly,” said Freda. “You'd take it too, if you got the chance. I saw how you acted when uncle laid you on the couch and buried his joy-prong into your belly.
“You acted like a crazy loon, throwing your legs about his back, and rolling your eyes to the ceiling and moaning and crying, 'Oh, uncle! Uncle! Bury it fiercely, bury it deeper, ram it in.' Oh, I'm not blind, Caroline! I know a thing or two. Why, you seemed to like it; the feel of uncle's old jock-stick apparently tickled your crevice mightily, so please don't pretend to be shocked at me. I know better.”
“But, Freda, did you keep your mouth on it a long time and did he shoot that stuff into your throat?” asked Caroline, breathlessly anxious to know all the details.
“No, he didn't,” snapped Freda. “As soon as he got it hard and agreeable, he jerked it out.
“I wanted him to slip it into my crack, like he did into yours, but he said that he was too tired.”
“Oh,” said Caroline, relieved to hear that he had not taken Freda in the manner she had enjoyed herself. She had grown quite jealous of her little sister and was determined to keep an eye on her. “Freda, did he unbutton your waist and have you take off your shoes and stockings?”
“What do you mean,” asked Freda. “Why, Caroline dear, I stripped naked before him as he lay there on the bed watching me, and he told me I had a pretty form at that.”
“You stripped naked before uncle?” gasped Caroline. “Uncle had you before him in all your pristine purity?”
“Yes, and what is more, he permitted me to undress him before we lay down to rest,” giggled Freda.
“You undressed uncle!” said the astonished Caroline, burning with envy.
“I took off every single piece of clothing he had on and he stood there before me naked as the day he was born, his old jock shriveled and shrunken like a prune.”
“Naked. You naked and uncle naked!” gasped Caroline, pretending complete astonishment.
“Absolutely, and what is more, I have to go back there in a little while,” said Freda.
“Go back there for what?” asked Caroline.
“Why, silly, to awaken him. You know that uncle likes to be awakened in the most novel manner?” And she winked at Caroline.
“Why, Freda, what do you mean?” snapped Caroline, vexed. But her curiosity was thoroughly aroused by the audacious wink.
“Nothing in particular,” said Freda, trying to appear nonchalant; then, seeing that she was not going to get away with this, she said, “Now, Carrie. Please don't ever breathe a syllable. I was not supposed to tell. This is a secret between uncle and me. No, no, no, please don't ask me,” and she stopped, placing her hand to her mouth, terror-stricken at the idea that she was about to reveal the secret.
“Oh, come!” said Caroline impatiently. “Why all this nonsense?”
“But I am not supposed to tell this, not supposed to mention it to a soul,” gasped Freda.
“Come, Freda, don't be absurd. This is no time for such nonsense! Come, out with it-how are you supposed to awaken uncle? I promise never to mention it to a living soul.”
“You won't tell anyone, and never mention to uncle that I have said anything about our plan?”
“No, Freda, I promise that I shall never say a word to uncle or anyone else in regard to your novel plan for arousing uncle and calling him back to this world.”
“Well, Caroline,” said Freda, seating herself on the bed opposite. “Uncle told me that when he had finished his rest, that I was to come to the room-in about two hours. That would give him ample time to store up a fresh supply of fluid, and nature would in the meantime restore his former vigor. He told me that in two hours I was to come into the room and of course I was to shed all my apparel.”
“He requested that you appear naked again before him?” said Caroline.
“Stark naked. And I was to softly approach the bed, and gently take his you-know-what, Caroline, and by tonguing it, he would slowly awaken.” She glanced in triumph at sister Caroline, who presented a picture of baffled envy at the prospect of Freda entering into the adjoining room and performing such a service for their uncle.
