“You will. It is pleasant to play with the males, Sarah. They, too, take pleasure in their own frustrations. If you are not Queen now of your realm, you are at very least a true Princess. Lie on your back now, dear, you will soon come again to the touch of my finger. Did you not come when he was up you? Tell the truth!”
“Yes! B… b… but with Papa, oh!”
“It matters not who, Sarah. You will limit yourself to none, will bind yourself to none. Only be imperious and less hesitant and you will find your way, as Clara has already done, and she by precepts rather than example.”
“Had she not done it before then?”
“Not before tonight, no, and has yet to have her cunny creamed, though needs me not to administer to her in that. Learn from her thereby and you will profit much even though she is younger than you.”
“I do not want her to make me do things, though.”
“She may or she may not. It depends upon your comportment and behaviour. Be neither sullen nor uncommunicative. Speak quietly at all times and follow your nature. I believe you know it a little better by now. If you do not, I shall have you exercised regularly until you are come to the proper way of things.”
“I… oooh! you are m… m… making me come again… I shall try!”
“Until you learn to control those nearest and dearest to you, Sarah, you will come to nothing. This is the secret of it. Regard your Papa and Robert with distant love and use them to your own desires. Be stern, be cool, and be commanding and we shall soon have things better ordered here.”
“Yes, yes, all right… haaaar!”
“There, my sweet, you will sleep all the better for it. I confess that the sight of you two has stirred me not a little. Have Clara bring Robert to me.”
“Yes.”
Sarah’s voice was dutiful. In but a moment or two she knocked upon my door, which pleased me, for normally she would have burst in. I answered politely for her to enter and pretended to have dozed.
“Mama wants Robert taken to her,” she uttered breathlessly.
“Very well,” I replied languidly and got up, stretching myself, attired as I then was in my cotton nightdress. “You will have to help me get him ready,” I declared, for a sudden sense of mischief had come upon me.
“I?” She started back, but I stepped forward and clasped her to me. Our bellies came warmly together and I could feel her springy bush against my own.
“Is it not nice to be naughty, Sarah?” I murmured and kissed her neck. She hid her face and trembled.
“I dunno,” she mumbled. I felt stern and, seizing her hair, dragged her head back. With my free hand I felt into her bottom and, pressing the cotton close between her bottom cheeks, felt a dampness there, a stickiness. She wriggled wildly and grabbed at me as though protectively.
“He has been right up you and come in you, hasn’t he?” I asked.
Her mouth wobbled. “Oh, Clara!”
“Hasn’t he? Has he got a big one? Did you press your bottom right into him as he came? Did you, Sarah?” There was a pause and her fingers tightened into my shoulders. “I shall birch you in the morning if you do not tell,” I whispered.
“Hooo-hooo! Yes, he has got a big one. Oh, all the things you make me do and say!”
She was still at that song, I thought with annoyance, and may be ever would be so. Some young women are, ever secretly rejoicing in their naughtiness and, once tickled and teased or birched, allowing their drawers to be pulled down, they ever wish to be overcome. Reluctant as she was, I drew her along into Robert’s room where he lay waiting in his stockings, shoes, chemise. His prick lay thick but inert over his balls. A sense of wonder was in his eyes at the sight of us both in our nightdresses. Before he could move-if indeed he intended to without instruction-I had clamped my hand firmly over his mouth.
“Bring him up, Sarah,” I commanded.
Her hand wavered and then reached out as in turn she bent over the bed, lifted the limp worm of his tool and began massaging it hesitantly until I spoke to her sharply and told her to look me full in the eyes while she did it. This she obeyed, face flushed and lips rather prettily apart. Having done her duty Sarah was sent back to bed while I took our brother into Stepmama’s room. I knew well enough what she intended. Within minutes Robert lay groaning and hissing his pleasure between our stepmother’s thighs which she kept wide apart, lying upon her back. The oiliness and clamping of her cuntlips was delicious to see around his stiff weapon. Raised up as he was told to be on his forearms, Robert was not allowed to kiss her or otherwise touch her. Eyes haggard, he stared down at her swollen tits, for she had discarded all save for her corset and stockings. Her thick brown nipples burgeoned to him, but were forbidden to his lips. He grunted as he worked her, but she lay inert, a dreamy expression upon her face. Now and then her bottom would give a little jerk as his balls smacked into her, but her eyes were pools of mystery, hazing over only when she came which she did a full dozen times, I swear, for his slowly-ramming cock glistened the more with her every libation.
“Not yet, Robert, not yet,” she said again and again when his breathing grew coarser, for she knew every sign of the male’s impending spills. Thus she kept him at it, finally raising her beautiful legs and drawing them full back as she commanded him to come and he did so, quivering and shuddering, till every drop was spilled, absorbed, sucked in.
“Off with him, Clara-he is spoilt,” she uttered when at last it seemed he would sink down on her, though straining every tendon not to do so.
His cock dripped as I drew him out and led him stumbling back to what she thereafter frequently called his “cell.”
“You are a good boy now, Robert,” I murmured to him and sat him on the bed like a child until I had him undressed and put into his nightdress which was an old one of my own. “Get into bed,” I told him and he did so, huddling up and with his back to me.
“I w… w… want…,” he mumbled.
I, halfway to the door, turned and asked sharply, “What?”
“To… to… to d… d… do it with you,” he said and hid his face.
“You know you may not say such a naughty thing, Robert, you KNOW you may not,” I told him and waited for his reply.
“Yes, I know,” came his whisper.
“Do as Mama tells you and we shall see,” I said and then went out, myself all a-tremble, though he knew it not.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Thus was the first new chapter in my life all but rounded off. To the outer world all would have seemed normal, and indeed did so, for no visitors noticed a change in Papa, Robert or anyone else. But to live in an entirely closed world was unhealthy, Stepmama said, and exhorted Sarah and I to spread our wings, to entertain and to seek out subjects. By day Robert wore his normal attire. At evenings I would have much fun in dressing him up, even to putting him into one of Sarah’s corsets which fitted him admirably so that he looked quite adorable in knickerless state thus, stockings taut and tightly gartered, and well-polished shoes.
Sarah, having been prised more out of her shell, would tickle his balls and cock with just her little finger, which she learned well to do, until he had a fine stand, his prepuce drawn back and his knob aglowing. Even so we monitored our own desires as our stepmother taught us to and would accept the males but once a week, which of occasion made me fret and want for more.
“You shall have more when you have tamed your own subjects,” I was told. “The males must not be spoiled, Clara, or they will take airs upon themselves.”
I birched Sarah sometimes and she would then respond by coursing the softened twigs across my own bottom until I came up to a fine heat. Such amusements never took place before the males, however, for it was not seemly for us so to de. Even so, they must have silently remarked the glowing heat of our bottoms when we were tapped or tupped or pistoned, or whatever our word might be for the evening. Sarah gradually grew silent when it was done to her and would lay her cheek sideways on a velvet cushion, her eyes wide with wonder as the shaft urged back and forth and only a gentle quivering of her bottom was to be seen. With the cock firm gliding in her she
