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.
The Vicar's study was empty, as was his bedroom. But Agnes's was not. Sprawled across the bed beneath her very eyes, the guilty pair lay still enlaced, while Agnes, with a smile on her sleeping features cradled her brother's cock in her hand.
Chapter six
Making not a sound, Carrie descended the stairs and made herself a cup of tea to get over the shock. She had always looked upon the pair as the most respectable of people, but now her eyes were opened to a new light. Indeed to make sure that she had seen what she believed she had seen and that she was not bewitched, Carrie ventured up the stairs anew and once more gazed upon the orgiastic scene. Both combatants being naked, she could see all that she wished to see, including most of all the doughty plug of Edmund's prick.
Retiring again to the kitchen, which she ever considered to be her own domain, Carrie renewed her refreshments, this time with a liberal dose of whisky which she added to her tea. What to do about the whole matter she did not know. She was fond of Agnes, and while the Vicar was a gloomy man, he was not ungenerous.
Carrie liked having discussions with herself, so she debated whether she should make a scandal of it and so upset the entire parish, or keep the matter hushed. Such things happened in the big houses-all the servants knew it-but now it was on her own doorstep.
Being partial to a drop, Carrie had some more tea and whisky until she became rather merrier than she meant to and began to make a great to-do clattering pots and pans about. Naturally, the resulting noise rang through the vicarage and made Edmund and his sister start up. Indiscreetly having left the bedroom door open, both feared the worst and clung to each other like babes in the woods. Edmund found the morning embrace of his naked Venus so exciting that he would have had her under him again.
“Oh, Edmund, no! Good heavens, suppose she had seen us.”
“That I doubt, my love, for she never ventures upstairs at this hour. We are safe, I do believe. Let us close the door and make merry for a moment.”
“No, Edmund, you are very naughty to suggest it. Go, sir, to your own room and repair yourself. What a condition you are in!”
Indeed, Edmund had as fine a cock-rise as he had ever achieved and would have wrestled with her for his bounty had not some semblance of sanity returned to him. Gathering up his tousled garments, he made quickly to his bedroom, where he was forced to conceal his considerable penis as best he could in its stiff state. Agnes, meanwhile, being much concerned at the dire possibility that their sins had been unveiled, threw on her nightgown and made for the kitchen.
This she found in as great a disarray as she had left her bed. Pans were tossed in the sink. Pots lay upon the floor.
“Oh, Carrie, what are you at?”
Carrie was not herself. A woman of forty, whose husband poked her insufficiently for her needs, she had sat for the last five minutes entertaining wicked thoughts of what must have passed between Agnes and Edmund
