“If I do not look at you, Harry-and you must forgive me if I do not-and if I say it quickly… Well… Her husband has not touched her ever. That is the truth of it. Please will you fill my glass again? I feel so embarrassed to have said, yet you are of her family, are you not?”
I could not rise quickly enough to do her bidding, but in my haste spilled a little on her skirt and blushed and stammered out apologies, rubbed with my hanky, felt her thigh beneath.
“Do not worry. I can change my dress. I brought my things, you see. Her husband has been gone this past week on some business. Never has he kissed her even on the mouth, you know!”
“Go on,” I said. I took my seat beside her on the sofa which itself was strange, for normally I would have taken, out of politeness, a slightly distant chair.
Caroline bit her lip-looked both amused and shy. “What you will think of me, I do not know, to speak like this,” she murmured. Daringly I took her hand, so warm, so slender and so finely boned, yet sensed a strength in it as well.
“Whatever you say it will be as if heaven itself had uttered words,” I said.
“Oh, Harry, really? Well, I told you, did I not. I mean he does not, never, not in bed or… Can you understand? I swear that in this moment she would receive no one but you. Will you not comfort her and put your arms about her? That is what she needs. A moment only. I, a mere woman, cannot provide the manly comfort of a male. A moment of repose, a few kind words perhaps to praise her-that is what she needs. Say that you will.”
Ah glory, how her fingers tightened into mine! Such a look of sweet beseeching in her face! Our faces neared each others, then drew back as if we both had called upon a kiss but feared to take it then and there.
“I will do anything for you, Caroline!”
“Oh! Is that a promise? We shall see! Carry out your duty, Harry, and I will consider that. I may even call you to my own aide, too, and even before I'm married. Do your duty by her-that is all I ask. Come-I will take you up to her. She is so quiet. I want to bring her spirits back.”
“Of course-yes.”
Even then I did not comprehend the devilment in her-what was to be. Adelaide I had always thought of, I suppose, as pure. As we reached the landing, Caroline drew me in a corner and motioned me to be quiet. I saw upstairs, beyond, and through the banisters, the half open door of Adelaide's boudoir.
“Will you kiss her Harry?” came her whisper. We were then so close that I could feel the hard melons of her tits against my coat. “Like this?” she asked before I could reply, then tilted up her face and sleeked her tongue within my mouth and moved her sultry lips all over mine so that with a dizziness I clutched her tight and made her thighs to press against my own. Indeed, so delicious, so bizarre, was the moment-and one of such ecstasy as I had never known before-that my cock rose on the instant and pressed against her belly, and she felt it there, while the absurd thought struck me that Adelaide might have disappeared and that Caroline was in her place.
“Yes,” I gasped, though kept my own voice to a whisper, too. Her tongue moved then again. I all but swooned, so luscious, moist and peachlike was her mouth.
“Promise-for this is what she needs,” she said. I felt her tummy move against my prick and saw the pleased light in her eyes that she had brought me up so quick.
I could not speak, I knew not what to say, but blurted of a sudden, “Yes, but if…”
“Caroline-who is that?” my sister called. I started back, but my young queen held my hand.
“It is Harry, darling. Are you feeling better now? May we come in?” All this said in a rush and before I knew it I was turned about, taken up the next short flight and drawn into the bedroom.
“Harry? Oh, it's really you!” Adelaide lay underneath a sheet. The other bedclothes were pulled down. Her drawers, chemise, her shoes, her gown, lay on the floor close to the end of the bed. The sheet was drawn up to her chin. Conscious of my straining prick that bid to burst my trouser cloth, I knew not how to stand.
“Darling, what a blessing he has come! May he not kiss you? Let him do.” At that Caroline gave me a nudge. My knees banged at the bed and I half fell, clutched at a pillow and leaned over Adelaide.
“Harry?” Her voice was both bemused and soft. I knew not anything to equal such a moment-knew not what to do nor how to act.-“Are you all right?” I asked. My bending posture hid my rampant cock.-“Yes. Kiss me if you will.” Her arm came up and looped about my neck. I brought my face down to her own and kissed her nose and then her cheek.
“I will fetch wine,” said Caroline and then was gone.
“Has she told you? Lie beside me, do. Kick your shoes off or they will spoil the sheet,” Adelaide murmured and her head sank down, her arm released from round my neck as if she were too weak to hold.
“Dear Adelaide, what is it?” Foolishly I asked, untying both my laces.-“Take your jacket off. The buttons else will rub me. Do lie down. Has she not told you, Harry, told you all?”
Uneasily and yet with wonder then I slid beside her. Through the sheet I saw the upward rising of her breasts-how the white cotton flowed, delineating belly, hips, the junction of her thighs.
“Yes,” I said. I felt a breathlessness. My chest was tight. Her head came to my shoulder, rested there. She took my arm and brought it over her waist.-“It is bad of him, Harry, is it not? Kiss me at least. I need such comforting.”
“Of course.” I moved my mouth too awkwardly to hers. Her lips parted at the meeting of our mouths. In that moment of sweet warmth and succulence I could scarcely tell whether it were she or Caroline, but then she twisted her face away, flushed not a little and stared at the window.
“Harry, you have never kissed me before-properly. Did you not want to?” she murmured. Still she would not look at me. I choked on a reply that had no words. Again her face turned to mine, her lips apart. Tip of pink tongue I saw and small, white teeth. Her nostrils pinched. She had a strained and passionate look.-“Do it properly-I feel forlorn,” she whispered, but at that moment Caroline returned, bearing a tray, the glasses tinkling on the silver plate.
“Wine before kisses-it will make them taste the better afterward,” she laughed. I sat up guiltily. My sister clasped my hand, my knuckles pressed to her warm hip. I felt a desperation in her touch, perhaps excitement, but I did not know. “Adelaide, sit up. Your wine will spill,” Caroline said and extended first a glass to her.
“I can't. He'll see me,” Adelaide replied, but even so she sat up, clasping the sheet up to her chin. Her back was bare. I saw the small, tight, polished globe of her bottom splurging on the sheet and felt a quiver in my stiffened prick. She took the glass and pressed it to her chin. A smile passed between the pair and then was gone.
Caroline sat opposite, upon the other side, with Adelaide between us, perky in her posture, sitting up.
“Oh, what's to that?” said Caroline, “It does not matter. Has he not seen your breasts before?”
“Of course he hasn't-no,” my sister said, then uttered a small shriek as Caroline swiftly grabbed the upheld sheet and ripped it down. I saw the sleek pale of her belly and her navels whorl. Another inch-a further shriek-and Adelaide's pubic bush was displayed, curls crisp and tight, and in her jerking drops of wine had fallen in the thicket there. “Oh, please! No, Caroline!” Adelaide exclaimed, but the sheet was gripped. She could not draw it up again. Her tits were melons, jutting and snow-white, crowned with brown berries.
“Drink your wine. And you, too, Harry. Hurry now!”
“Oh, Harry, she is such a naughty thing, she… ow!” my sister squealed, for even in the instant that she finished off her glass at one quick gulp so Caroline bore her down, took the glass away from her and let it roll away beneath her feet.
“He has not kissed you properly ever-has he?” Caroline demanded.-“Stop it, do!” squeaked Adelaide, but showed no strength to struggle or get up, head dented in the pillow and her nipples up. Caroline's right hand but rested on her shoulder and was light. “Kiss her, Harry, on the mouth, for I have somewhere else to kiss-where wine has spilled,” laughed Caroline. So speaking she dipped her face right down and brought her open mouth upon my sister's bush, the warmth, the springiness of curls, soft shimmering of skin upon her belly's gentle curve.
“Ha… Ha… Ha… Harry!” Adelaide moaned out-and then my lips were deep into her own, my cock a-throbbing up against her hip.
CHAPTER TWO
Often I cried for things, as children do, when I was young-younger by ten years and more than on that
