So far as Kathleen Wynter was concerned, it was only the strong, protective feelings which she had for Lisa and Richard which kept her in the same employment for so many years. True, Cunningham was a prosperous businessman with a dozen lucrative finance companies under his directorship and he paid her a good salary. But there was an unpleasant atmosphere in the large house whenever he was present… an indefinable but depressing gloom that was communicated to the children as well as to Kathleen herself. It was a modern, five-bedroomed, detached property at Purley, Surrey; a semi-rural district in the “Green Belt” country some 15 miles from London, known as “the stockbroker-commuter area” in the popular press. Although the town was only a short distance from the house, Kathleen felt inexpressibly cut off from the mainstream of life: almost a prisoner in the pleasant, beautifully furnished home which Phyllis-and then Judith-had briefly prepared for Cunningham and the children; attending to the layout of the gardens, the disposition of the rooms and other details before they died so tragically young…
She was, of course, free to take vacations; to enjoy her weekends and holidays as she pleased. But Kathleen, during the long period of her employment, had rarely taken advantage of these opportunities. She hated the thought of leaving Lisa and Richard alone in the house with their father. It was clear to the girl that he was still-nearly 15 years' later-harbouring deep-seated guilt concerning the death of his two wives; and this obsessive neurosis had taken the form of safeguarding his children from the kind of loose morals which he had once indulged in-and which, irrationally, he felt had contributed to the tragedy of their mothers' early demise…
It was now 1961. But despite the gradual easing of restrictions-the opening-up of the era of permissiveness- John Cunningham persisted in treating all matters pertaining to sex with strict intolerance. He refused to permit Kathleen to give Lisa and Richard any form of sex-education, glowering at the Governess with the indignant self- righteousness of a Victorian patriarch.
“Never make that kind of suggestion again!” Cunningham had roared, his dark eyes alive with anger. “I'll decide when my children are to be told the facts of life! And they're certainly not ready to fill their heads with perverted nonsense at the moment!”
“They are thirteen years old', Kathleen remonstrated. “Surely — .”
She had been silenced by Cunningham abruptly turning his back and striding away, slamming the door behind him. But Kathleen was fortunately too spirited to accept her employer's decision on such an important question. Almost immediately, she took the children aside and gave them their first, elementary lessons in human biology: explaining carefully to Lisa and Richard that they should refrain from mentioning the subject to their father…
In other, equally subversive and surreptitious ways, Kathleen opposed Cunningham's intentions regarding the first days of her engagement that he wanted them both to develop into the kind of extrovert, outdoor types who enjoyed “the healthy, outdoor life”; who despised, as he did, those “weak, so-called sensitive layabouts with their poetry, their artistic pretensions and their free-thinking philosophy-which was merely an excuse to indulge in filthy, perverted habits”. His children, Cunningham had vowed, would be protected from such influences as these…
Unfortunately, he had underestimated the passion for giving Lisa and Richard a thorough education which burned in the Governess's breast. Kathleen, in a hundred subtle ways, undermined their father's bias-cleverly developing the gentle side of their natures (which they had inherited from their mothers) and encouraging them to read secretly the volumes of “forbidden matter”-verse, psychology, modern fiction-which she smuggled into the house.
At this period in time, John Cunningham's thriving companies demanded a great deal of his energy and attention. He was obliged to spend a considerable number of hours away from his home, entrusting Lisa and Richard more and more frequently to the sole care of their Governess. Kathleen Wynter had been acting in this capacity now for almost three years-and Cunningham was reasonably satisfied that the girl had continued to carry out his instructions regarding the education of his children to the letter. For her part, the Governess had never given him cause to suspect that Lisa and Richard were developing in diametrically different directions from those Cunningham had intended…
But it wasn't until they had both reached their fourteenth birthday (Lisa a few months earlier than her stepbrother) that Kathleen unwittingly discovered their shocking secret…
The revelation-and the turning point in all their lives-came during one of John Cunningham's weekend business conferences. He had been forced, through pressure of work, to make an overnight stay in London on alternate Saturdays and Sundays, and on one of these occasions Lisa and Richard planned to make a daring extension of their “night games”. For the first time, with a sense of embarking on a great adventure, they decided to explore each other's bodies and play “sexy feelings” (their private phrase for the heavy petting in which they indulged) in broad daylight!
Previously, their forbidden love-making had taken place only in darkness; the intimate moments cloaked under cover of bed-clothes and dim moonlight. It was Lisa who had suggested that it would be “so exciting” to lie naked together on the lounge sofa, with the sun streaming through the windows, their kissing and fondling made especially thrilling by the danger of discovery which was inherent in the situation. Not that there would be any real danger, Lisa hastily reassured her step-brother. Their father, of course, would be miles away: and Miss Wynter would be taking her regular afternoon nap-“forty winks” which invariably lasted for two hours or more. No, they wouldn't really be interrupted; it was just the apparent peril which would give their game its added excitement…
Despite his misgivings, Richard allowed himself to be persuaded. And now, to all intents and purposes alone in the huge house, they were slowly disrobing in the sun-filled lounge-Lisa skillfully and without difficulty unbuttoning Richard's trousers and shirt, pausing when she had removed one item of his clothing and standing still while he fumbled at the more delicate fastenings of her dress and brassiere. To encourage the growth of her breasts, Lisa had given them a firm, regular massage each night; and although they were still small when compared to the fine, bosomy tits of, say, Miss Wynter, she knew that-for a girl of her age-the development of her breasts was quite considerable. It was with pride that she felt Richard's nervous fingers sliding the plain white straps over her shoulders and letting the bra-cups drop away from her titties. His breath was hot on her neck, and Lisa knew that he was gazing down over her right shoulder at the pronounced swellings: their whiteness providing a sexy contrast with the hard red tips of her nipples. They were both down to their pants now-and Lisa wished fiercely that her briefs had been more glamorous, that she wasn't forced by her father to wear schoolgirl cotton knickers instead of the tiny black bikini panties which would cling to her in a tight, silky caress. Shamefully, she pulled her unattractive briefs down her thighs and kicked them away, hoping that Richard wouldn't notice how ridiculous and unalluring they were.
Lisa needn't have worried. Her step-brother's eyes were busily studying her now-naked body, examining in the bright sunlight which poured through the picture windows the nude charms which, previously, he had only glimpsed in shadow. Steeling herself against an attack of nerves, Lisa made herself turn slowly around to face the boy. She posed for him, her eyes half-closed, standing with her hands resting lightly on her bare, very slim hips and waited while he drank to the fill of her completely nude figure.
Hair was beginning to sprout quite profusely around her small mons veneris; but it was of such a fine blonde texture that the sex itself-the invitingly damp lips and the plump ridge which surrounded them-was clearly visible through the silky bush. Lisa felt languorous and very attractive. She stretched her arms slowly above her head, enjoying the hot sensation of the sun on her back as she arched her spine and thrust the front of her body towards Richard. The familiar warmth deep inside her loins made the slit feel itchy, a tickling at the place which required urgent fondling to calm it down. Lisa sucked her lower lip and forced herself not to scratch the quivering flesh of her sex, discreetly pressing her thighs together in order to slightly quell the pulsing itchiness between them.
Richard's eyes dropped to Lisa's crotch. He swallowed, seeing the faint but unmistakable motion of his stepsister's legs-rubbing against each other, making the puffy flesh around her sex thicker and protrude in an even more prominent fashion. And then she was lowering herself onto the sofa, setting her head on the soft, brightly coloured cushions and lying full-length with her thighs innocently parted. She made a pillow of her palms, cupping her heads behind her head so that her arms were raised and her small breasts stretched and flattened slightly. The nipples, however, were now thick and taut; rising out of the immature bosoms with strong, stiff lust-their deeply crimson texture enlarged and fully awakened.
Richard knelt on the floor beside the girl. He put out his trembling hands and laid them on Lisa's belly, then began to stroke into the warm white flesh-one hand passing over the slim, palpitating midriff towards her breasts, the other sliding slowly and excitedly to her sex. At exactly the same moment, they reached their targets: Richard's right hand cupped the hard mound of Lisa's pubis, while his left hand alighted on the soft swelling of her nearest
