“Why, Freda,” cried Caroline, blushing furiously and trying to appear shocked. “How can you, my sister, say such a thing! I just happened to be passing there, and stopped as anyone might do, merely to say hello to Carl! I was not even within the barn!”

“I know,” said Freda meaningly. “I know that you were not inside, but uncle, when I tell him, will imagine almost anything, and you may be sure, dear sister, I will make it my duty to inform him, should you see fit to act the high lady with me, your devoted sister.”

Caroline made no response to this pointed speech of her younger sister. True, she had only stopped, as she had said, to exchange a word with the handsome stableboy, but Lord Roxboro, after listening to Freda's well- garbled account, which Caroline knew Freda would carefully embellish, judged that the stem guardian would think wrongly. She thought it best to placate the little spy and later, she vowed, she would exact terrible tribute from Freda; in the meantime she assumed a placid expression and murmured:

“Why, Freda! I'm surprised at you. If you saw me, you know that I stopped for only a second to speak to Carl, and our conversation was just mere pleasantries; besides, we were outside the barn. Now remember, you minx, if you garble the tale and tell something entirely different to uncle, I'll positively make you regret it.”

“Oh don't be silly, Caroline,” said Freda. “I'll not say a word to uncle.” And she lay back on the bed and spread her legs. “That is, if you do not wish me to, I shall say nothing about it to him.”

Caroline gave a little cry of vexation. To have this chit of a sister dictate to her was really more than her sensitive nature could endure; however, diplomatically, she decided to make the best of a bad bargain:

“All right, Freda,” she murmured with affected carelessness. “Get up out of there and take your pants off and I'll do it to you this time, as you apparently need a little fun.”

Freda, delighted to see that she had accomplished her aim, jumped up and threw her arms about her sister. “Ah, Caroline, I knew that you would be agreeable. I knew that you would do it, Caroline dear, and really, Caroline, I wouldn't have mentioned this episode with Carl, but for the fact that I wanted you to do it. You know that I like you and would do anything in the world for you, Caroline.”

“Come, come, Freda,” said Caroline impatiently, anxious to get rid of her charge and have her unwelcome bargain over with as soon as possible. “Come, Freda! Enough of this, please take off your pants, so that I can get at you.”

Freda made a quick movement, throwing up her dress, and quickly unbuttoned her drawers, allowing them to fall upon the floor; after stepping out of them, she picked them up and hurled them on a chair.

Still standing in the center of the room, she glanced roguishly at Caroline while she held her skirts aloft and twirled about, exposing her bare thighs and posterior.

Caroline glanced at her with ill-concealed impatience, disliking the task before her and afraid to show too much resentment about it.

“Come, Freda, let us begin. Hop on the bed, and spread your legs wide apart.”

As Freda clambered up on the bed, her skirts gathered about her, exposing her bare limbs and the downy spot, Caroline could not repress a little envious admiration for the well-rounded thighs and the plump posterior.

Freda rolled over on the bed and raised her legs to an angle of forty-five degrees and exposed her sensitive organ to the gaze of Caroline, who immediately sank to her knees and inserted an exploring finger within the hectic portals of her garden of love.

She placed her finger on Freda's clitoris, and found it erect and swollen like a boyish pintle, and Freda wiggled and squirmed about the bed beneath Caroline's deft touches.

“Oh Caroline, Caroline, inside, please inside. Just like I did in yours,” murmured Freda, wiggling in ecstatic abandonment.

She realized that to insert it and work briskly as Freda had done would no doubt cause considerable pain, but with a brisk movement she rammed her finger into the sensitive slit and toward the tightly closed channel of her virgin sister.

“O-o-o-o!” screamed Freda, looking startled, and with an agonized scream, she leaped off the bed, a look of bewildered astonishment on her pain-wracked countenance.

Caroline had prodded her finger into the tightened grove and opened her vagina.

“Oh, Caroline. O-o-o-o! You hurt, you are too rough,” and she hopped about like a startled fawn, holding on to her lacerated coosie.

“Well, you wanted it, didn't you? You insisted that I insert my finger into you, just as you had in mine. Well, that is all that I did,” said Caroline, looking maliciously at the sobbing Freda.

Poor Freda moaned and doubled herself up, a picture of bewildered resentment.

Caroline gazed, at the afflicted girl for a few moments, when suddenly a feeling of compassion overcame her resentment of Freda's former attitude and, as Freda turned her tearstained face to Caroline, she moved impulsively to her.

Freda moved back and exclaimed, “No, no! Caroline, You are too rough, and it hurts dreadfully, whatever you did to me.”

Caroline knelt beside her and placed an arm about the dejected Freda. “There, there, Freda dear,” she crooned as she drew her sister to her and held her close. “Don't be alarmed. Sister Caroline didn't mean to hurt you. I will not hurt you any more, Freda.”

“But you did, Caroline,” sobbed Freda, pushing down her dress and drawing away from Caroline. But Caroline held her fast in her arms and, again managing to get beneath Freda's clothes, she sought out the sensitive spot and with an expert touch massaged it gently.

Freda, under this treatment, grew more passive and nestled against her sister as she worked with sure and deft touches with Freda's burning quim.

She squirmed and wiggled about, but with a mastery born of long practice, Caroline managed to retain her soothing caresses on Freda's cleft. Suddenly the whim seized Caroline, as she was caressing the bower of pleasure, that it would be a great sight to see her sister Freda naked.

After removing her finger gently from the hole, she drew Freda to her feet and, unbuttoning the top of her dress, allowed it to slip to the floor.

Freda made no protests as she soon speedily divested her of all the rest of her clothing, leaving her as naked as Venus rising from the bath.

Caroline turned her about and viewed her glorious form from every angle; then she pushed her gently back upon the bed, threw herself down on the bed beside her, and gathered the passionate Freda in her arms.

Resting her hands between Freda's glorious thighs, she found again that sensitive spot and commenced to titillate the grotto.

In response to this treatment, she felt Freda's warm arms encircle her neck and hold her close.

Freda was still sobbing softly, and Caroline, turning up her face to Freda's, sought out her rosy sensitive lips, and mouth to mouth they were soon exploring each other's lips and twisting tongues.

As she caressed and fingered Freda, she allowed one hand to seek out Freda's plump breasts, which she molded and pinched in a most inviting manner.

As she felt Freda's perfect contours, she marveled at their exquisite form and plumpness, especially the nipples now standing out hard and firm like two buttons.

“Ah, little sister, do you like that,” she cried, squeezing her bubbies warmly.

“Oh, Caroline, it is thrilling. I feel so strange, something impelling courses through my veins and makes me feel so strange, so queer-oh, do it some more!”

“Ah ha, you delightful little morsel. I see that you like my tender ministrations!” Caroline's musical laugh rang out, tinkling like a bell throughout the boudoir. “You greedy little thing, do you ever get enough? I see that you relish your sister's magic tongue.”

“Oh, Caroline, I like it, it is so delicious, so enthralling. I do feel queer though; a fire seems to consume me, my parts seem to be an unquenchable lake of fire; it is only when your finger caresses and strokes gently that I experience a modicum of relief.”

“Have you had sufficient, Freda dear?”

“Oh, Caroline, please do not stop now. I am but just aroused. I like it and want you to do it some more; your tongue does not hurt me. Please, do it all over again, all over me, a tongue bath.”

“Why, Freda,” grasped the astonished Caroline. “Do you actually desire me to go all over you-do you mean

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