Thus encumbered by overmuch quietness in the rather gloomy vicarage, Agnes responded with joy when she received a letter from Lady Bromley.
“See, my dear Edmund, we are invited to her next fancy-dress party. Would it not be fun? How shall we dress?”
Clearing his throat, her brother grumbled to himself for a moment. Such occasions presented numerous temptations. He knew several of the ladies among his parishioners who attended such events at the manor, and it was said that they were not always as seemly in their behaviour as they showed in the pews on Sundays.
“What nonsense, my dear, it would be foolish- indeed, flighty-of us to go.”
“You are forgetting, Edmund, that Lady Bromley has bestowed several gifts upon the church and is likely to contribute a considerable sum to assist in its restoration. It would not be proper for us to refuse.”
“Very well, if you will have it so, but I intend us not to stay overlong at such carousals. Besides, how ridiculous if we have to dress up. I cannot imagine our costumes!”
“I have already thought of it, Edmund. For one evening, let us cast off our cares and make a little merry. 'Twill do no harm. I shall go as Maid Marian and you as Robin Hood.”
“What? Parade ourselves thus? What nonsense! I forbid it!”
Agnes, however, ignored his forbidding and, being a good seamstress, set to work quietly to make their costumes in woodland green and brown. They were traditional, she comforted herself, though she got rather mixed up and made tights for both of them instead of a modest smock for herself. Thus, when she first showed her brother his intended attire and paraded before him one evening in her green tights, Edmund's reaction was one of great disturbance.
Not having made such close acquaintance with the curves of Agnes's bottom before, he was rather moved by their weighty but firm plumpness. Even so, his shock was the greater for the disturbance he felt was not only in his mind but in his breeches. The rotund orb whose deep cleft was displayed by the close sheathing of the material made Edmund feel quite dizzy.
“Edmund, dear, are you not well? Do you not like it?”
Finding himself confronted by the prospect of having to say both yes and no simultaneously, Edmund endeavoured to avert his eyes. However, he did not want to hurt Agnes, who was clearly proud of her handiwork.
“Excellent, my dear, yes-most becoming.”
“Very well, then, I am so glad. Now you must try yours on,” said Agnes, rather to the horror of her brother who knew that donning the tights would display his arisen manhood much more than his hand was successful in shielding it from her glance.
Indeed, rather to her confusion, Agnes had not entirely failed to notice the sudden protruberance in Edmund's trousers for, being at his leisure, he had cast off his jacket Her blush rising exceedingly, she could not keep her eyes off it. Yet, being a woman, and a rather frustrated one, at that, she could not but help being pleased that the plumpish, Venus-like curves of her figure should have produced such an arousal.
Edmund's cheeks had gone alternately pale and red, she noticed.
“Oh, Edmund! Have I put you out? I will change my clothes immediately. Perhaps the costume is not so becoming as I thought Oh, dear, and I have put so much cutting and stitching into it!”
Whereupon, to conceal her blushes, Agnes cast herself into her brother's arms in such wise that her figure quivered quite like jelly against his. For, truth to tell, Agnes had found the costume so tight that she had been forced to discard all apparel beneath it. Hence, what Edmund found himself clasping was an alluring bundle of warm flesh protected only by a thin layer of material.
“I think perhaps, yes-ah-you had best remove it, my dear,” he choked, for the large knob of his cock beneath his trousers was making itself distinctly felt against her belly.
“Yes, Edmund, I will do so immediately.”
Fleeing from the drawing room, Agnes found her heart palpitating. Lusty in body, she had remained almost virginal for too many years and now unwilled desires rose to the surface of her mind. Entering her bedroom, she gazed upon her image and wondered at the sudden devilment that was dancing in her mind. Edmund's rude staff had distinctly pressed against her, and it was bigger than she had ever thought it might be. With trembling fingers, she began to remove her tights-a process followed minutes later by a resounding shriek which caused Edmund to go bounding up the stairway.
“Oh, Edmund-they will not come off!”
Edmund could not believe his eyes. Agnes had removed her top and her jerkin. The latter small garment she clutched in front of her, but it was insufficient to conceal except in small part the wondrous balloons of her pale breasts. A brown nipple distinctly winked at him.
“C… C… Carrie,” he stuttered, only to be met by a wail.
“Edmund, she is long departed! Come, you must help me-but pray do not look!”
Edmund could only close his eyes and grope forward. The first object his seeking hands encountered was the firm gourd of her breast. Agnes uttered a cautiously small shriek at finding her near-naked breasts fondled and turned quickly.
“Here, Edmund-farther down!”
Edmund groped again. This time his hands encountered the warm breadth of her bottom, which wriggled to his touch.
“Oh, you tickle me! Try to pull them down!”
“I must open my eyes, my pet-I cannot find the loop.”
“Yes, Edmund-then I will close mine,” declared his sister with a remarkable lack of logic.
Edmund was breathing very heavily. In order to assist him, Agnes thought, she bent forward over the stool of her dressing table and protruded her ardent globe more into his palms. Quite dazed by the feel of the luscious half-moons, Edmund began to tug somewhat ferociously at the waistband. As so often when one expects a motion to be resisted, the material gave suddenly. Ripping clean apart, the two sides fluttered down to the backs of Agnes's knees leaving her womanly glory totally exposed. Richly fleshed and pale, it glowed as if with lambent light, leaving only a shadow where the cheeks inrolled to form their secret groove.
Thus unveiled, Agnes could only pretend to faint and did so-though in most curious wise. For, instead of falling forward, as Nature would have had her do-she jerked upright and then slumped, leaving Edmund to grab at her as best he could. And Edmund found himself cupping her naked breasts, from which the jerkin had fallen away.
A soft murmur came from Agnes's lips, which he took to be a sign of momentary delirium-as in fact it was, though of a different nature from what Edmund suspected. Again Agnes had felt the stemming of his doughty prick, though this time in even more intimate fashion against her bottom. A moan and a sigh escaped her as Edmund dragged her backward to the bed.
“Oh, Edmund, you are looking at me! Put the lamp out!”
“My dear, yes!”
Flustered and excited by the glorious form revealed to him as Agnes flopped down, Edmund almost knocked the lamp over in his attempt to extinguish it. Having succeeded, he made his way blindly back to the bed and felt a feeble hand touch his.
“Edmund, I am not well. Fetch me a brandy-and pray, one for yourself.”
Edmund hastened down again. The whole world was a-fluster and quite topsy-turvy, for not only had he seen and felt Agnes's bottom, but had also now viewed, the dark thick muff of curls that nestled between her thighs. The stem of his cock throbbed agonisingly. He must settle her and go to bed quickly, before she became aware of it. Fetching a bottle and two glasses and remembering to put out the lights downstairs, he hastened to the fallen one who had by then adjusted herself more comfortably on the bed and appeared to him as a pale, indistinct form. As indeed she was. In the interim, Agnes had quickly discarded her torn tights and lay naked.
“Drink with me Edmund-oh, do not leave me. How foolish I have been! Come, sit on the bed. It is quite dark- you cannot see me. Oh, my poor handiwork all spoilt!”
Having quaffed her brandy, Agnes began to sob. And in part her sobs were real, for she felt quite overexcited. Solicitously, Edmund urged himself closer and bent over her.
“Do not cry, dearest. We shall have other ideas, I am sure. Let me kiss your tears away.”
“Yes, Edmund-and the other cheek-and my nose, if you please-and oh, the horrid silly tears have run over my
