lace showed that she might be wearing a petticoat, yet heart-beatingly Percy realised from the close sheathing of the rest of her outer garment that she could be wearing little else beneath.
Bowed forward and with her face cupped in her hands, her hair unpinned, Mildred remained motionless upon her brother's entry and did not seem to be aware of his passage across the room where he took a seat facing her. Only the creaking of his chair disturbed the quiet and an air of solemnity was all about.
'It is a pleasant evening, my dear', he began, clearing his throat, 'Are you… that is to say, retiring early?'
For a moment he thought that no reply was forthcoming from her. Then Mildred slowly raised her face and he saw to his dismay that tears had streaked her cheeks. Her legs shifted slightly, making her robe to draw apart and reveal-ingly, thrillingly and disturbingly to his eyes the junction of her thighs where the drooping loop of a petticoat-as he more clearly saw it now to be-just covered her bushy thatch.
Seemingly careless of what she was displaying, her eyes dimmed as if by her thoughts, Mildred asked in a dull tone, 'Percy, pray tell me, for my mind goes all about the matter. What is sin?'
His penis having regained its bold posture of uprightness, the Vicar uncrossed his legs slowly, giving no hindrance to her own view of the massive projection in his trousers, his armchair being but a few feet from her own.
'It is that, my dear, which most curiously gives the greatest pleasure. Therefore we should not always avoid it, for to do so would be to lack experience of all that is about us', he replied unctuously.
A flush invaded Mildred's cheeks at that. She appeared breathless, her bulbous breasts rising and falling under their thin covering which betrayed the peaking of her nipples to his ever more blatantly seeking eyes. Their glances meeting, they appeared for a moment as if bemused and neither knowing what to say.
'It is so quiet here-so nicely quiet', Mildred murmured as if aimlessly.
'There is no one to disturb, my dear-no ears to hear, no eyes to see', ventured her brother in lulling tones.
'No one to see, no'.
Mildred's head hung back. A ripple of nervousness seemed to pass through her thighs, making them assume a posture of greater laxness. His penis thrumming, Percy watched the loop of petticoat slip a little to one side. The edge of it glided and hung between her lovelips, one rolled, pouting side of it he clearly saw. Temples pulsing, he rose, feeling a curious trembling that had never invaded him with his young novices, nor even with Vanessa.
'Desire is not sin, Mildred', he offered thickly while her gaze appeared to fix itself on his knob which so clearly outlined itself through the cloth of his black trousers.
'Oh, Percy! Oh Percy, you must cane me first-cane me!' Mildred uttered with a sob, covering her face again.
So astonishing was her cry that her brother halted in midstep. Then, with unaccustomed tenderness he placed his hand upon the top of her bowed head.
'I shall cane you first, Mildred. Yes, of course. Of course I shall. Remove your robe, my dearest, while I fetch the instrument'.
'Percy!'
Her cry, nigh unto one of despair, followed the Vicar as he swiftly ascended to his study where, strangely sick with excitement, he fumbled out his whippiest cane, slender as a woman's little finger and with a slight bend to it. He had last used it, he recalled, on Arabella Smythson-Hyde who, at twenty-two, had submitted upon the tenth stroke to the first burrowing of a prick between her marbled bottom cheeks.
Mildred was standing on his re-entry, hands to her mouth, her robe floating apart to reveal the slumbrous, voluptuous curves he had so long wished to see. A woman of just above medium height, Mildred possessed still a fine pair of legs that were neither too thin nor fat. And he could see her garters now, the purple of the ruffled silk around the pale beige of her stocking tops-could see the valley in-between her luscious tits which the top of her petticoat but half concealed, could see her nipples sprouting through the white batiste.
'Percy, I cannot!' came her whimper while her fingers clenched and unclenched and her gaze was fixed upon the rather threadbare carpet in the room.
'I am here but to exorcise your sins, my love-to rid your mind of vagrant wanderings. You know-I know-that I must scorch your bottom first. Remove your robe and place yourself in readiness over the sofa back. I will attend to you. If there is to be sin between us, let it not be cloaked in that hypocrisy which smears the minds of others. We are not as they. Present your arse to me, my love-your fine and bulbous arse my hands have often longed to touch. Come to the cane now, Mildred-come!
'Haaar!' Mildred gasped as with those words her brother grasped her wrist and in several floundering steps on her part took her to the waiting sofa back and pressed her over it. Then, throwing up her robe and petticoat, he tucked them briskly underneath her arms to let her tits hang free, and then stepped back.
'If we two are in sin, Mildred, then let our words evoke that which we mean to do. Straighten your legs and hold them well apart. Present your bottom, well thrust out- present it to me as a sister should'.
'Per-cy!' Her shoulders and head being then hid from him, her hair flowing out upon the cushions of the seat, Mildred made as if to rise again, but the rippling movement in her back was sufficient warning for her brother who had so frequently encountered such recalcitrance before.
Swooo-issssh! the cane sang, biting deep across both bottom cheeks and leaving there a thin pink streak that brought a howl from Mildred and a wailing cry of 'No!' such as the Vicar was well accustomed to. Giving her no respite, he brought another up beneath her magnificently bulging bum that made her lift clear up on to her toes and more clearly display the rolled lips of her cunt to him.
'Har! Percy, stop! I cannot, cannot bear it, no!'
Hooo-witt! A third, much deeper streak that bit into those plump, full cheeks and caused her hips to roll and writhe.
'It is needful, my dear, to bring you to the cock. I know that now. Three more, my pet, and then my entry will be made. A good creaming of your cunt is long overdue, I think. Is that not so?'
'No, Percy! Oh, do not speak so! How can you? Ah, no! Aaaaargh!'
And indeed the cry that rang from Mildred's throat was by far her shrillest, for Percy had afforded her a sharp, swift double, coursing the cane from left to right across her quivering, cleft globe and then reversing its passage, causing Mildred's bumcheeks to contract visibly as her screech reached its thinnest, highest note.
'Hooo-waaah!' sobbed Mildred but a few seconds later. Omitting the final stroke in a paroxysm of excitement and casting down the cane, Percy had seized her swelling hips and nosed the crest of his charger up between the oiled lips of her slit. Frequently in this posture he would first hold himself half in until the most frantic wrigglings had been conquered and the throbbing of his tool conveyed the message to the supplicant.
In this instance, however, he burrowed fully in with one sleek stroke and brought Mildred's scorched bumcheeks to rear into his belly while, bending full over her, he took purchase of her jutting tits with both his palms and wallowed in the succulence of her close-gripping slit.
'Percy-hee-heee!' Mildred blathered, rolling her bottom wildly for a moment while he nested powerfully within her.
'What an arse you have, what tits, what glorious thighs! Come, my sweet, keep your legs well straddled-let us be in sin and fuck!'
'Oh, Percy, hooo! Oh, it's in-it's in!'
'Be quiet, my dear!', thundered Percy, straining his strong legs blissfully as the spongy walls of her nest enclosed him grippingly, but at the same time recovering himself. For, as had been seen with Vanessa, it was in his nature to evoke total obedience from a new female, and in the present sense his mewing sister was undoubtedly new to him.
'Oh-wow!' Mildred whimpered, but to his relief subsided into gasps and uttered no more words the while that his thick, long pestle began to work her.
Never before, perhaps, had the Vicar had a more vi-gourous fuck, for he sensed it was needful to so 'service' Mildred thoroughly in this first incestuous bout to which both had been slowly and hesitantly drawn. The sensation of her ripe bottom cheeks slapping into him with every inward stroke was glorious. Levering himself up anew, he stood with straddled legs and back upright while his loins impelled his pulsing pego back and forth in her foaming slit. Indeed, several times he glanced down to see with excited wonder its self-renewing entries and to watch as well as to feel the bumpings of her fine arse into him.
