Cousins

“Ian, here is your cousin Candice; and her cousin Monique. Take your head out of your book and welcome them.”

In this perfunctory way I was introduced to these two young ladies. I was just fourteen, two weeks previously in fact. I had received Mr Darwin’s new book as a present and was intent upon re-reading it to gain the maximum understanding of his ideas. He was building upon others’ theories of course, but he had drawn them together and presented a fascinating whole.

Candice was my cousin by my father’s brother’s marriage to a French noblewomen of some considerable renown and beauty. When she died when Candice was young, all of Paris mourned. That Sir Archibald had already taken on his wife’s niece as a ward simply meant he had two young girls to bring up, which he did with seeming success for five years. Now he was appointed ambassador to the court in China. He considered such a move unsuitable for impressionable girls and my father, his brother, was importuned to take on the role of guardian, something he did willingly and happily as he had always wanted some daughters. His wife had had a difficult time with my birth and was advised to avoid further pregnancy, so he was left with a single child. When I say that I was not spoilt in the slightest as the result of this, whereas Candice and Monique had been spoilt badly by their parent, you will understand that our upbringing was not similar.

They arrived with Mrs Danvers, a shapely, attractive, dark-haired, 25 year old governess. She was a strict disciplinarian of whom I was grateful to not be under her control. I attended the local school as a day, fee-paying pupil; the two girls received their education – mostly drawing, needlework, French and religious studies – from Mrs Danvers. She was, I understood from Mama, a young widow who had lost her only child when he was only two. I was given this information within a lecture on how I had to offer her great respect. I already treated ladies with honour and felt I had no more respect to offer unless the recipient earned it; but I said nothing and attempted to obey her desires.

I was serious, scientific and thoughtful. I liked nothing more than to study the actions of the foxes at play as they learnt to hunt, or dissect a rabbit to understand its workings. I liked to think on the greatness of creation in the stars that surrounded us. My two new ‘friends’ were interested in the latest fashions and which ribbon to tie their hair. But they were young and very pretty and my father’s head was turned by their fifteen year old (for they were both the same age) simpering good looks. My mother was made of sterner stuff, she could see there were some dangers in burgeoning breasts being displayed too visibly to one such as me. Even if I was interested in science, I was not uninterested in female beauty. She kept a close eye on us but deemed it unlikely that anything really ill could happen if the two girls chaperoned each other. She had not taken account of my devious and scientific nature, nor the willingness of seemingly demure young ladies to explore the seamier side of life.

Although delightful to look at, their natures had unfortunately not been directed down the narrow way of honesty and probity. Their spoilt years with their father/guardian had led them to feel privileged and above reproach. In short, their pretty faces were not reflected in pretty natures. Here perhaps I should describe them, to give the reader a better idea of how they could so easily dissemble to a man. Both had straw blond hair, Candice’s flowed in tresses to fully four inches below her shoulders, whilst Monique’s, though a similar length, was as straight as straight – something she regretted mightily and often attempted to induce it to wave with tongs. She was often told how she might damage her hair though she never listened. In the summer they both wore straw hats out of doors with holes in the top; their hair was pulled through to maintain that pale, bleached appearance, whilst their faces were protected from the sun and remained attractively pale. Their faces were alike, almost as sisters might have been, though not twins since Candice had grey eyes with an assessing look and Monique had dazzling blue eyes. These two features, hair and eyes, which so often are what a man sees alone when he views a woman, were therefore distributed such as to make them equally attractive to their opposite sex. Noses were small, almost button like and a mouth of youthful red lips encompassed perfect teeth. All complemented by high cheeks with a hint of rose and necks of graceful swans. They easily captivated attention. And their bodies were of similar delight. Though always entirely covered from neck to toe of course, yet they had busts that would not be hidden, even in such young forms, and waists of perfect slimness and hips which they effortlessly swayed in the alluring way a full-grown woman has. Candice was tall for a lady, only one inch shorter than myself I should say (though I am only a not impressive five foot and nine inches); Monique was perhaps two inches shorter than her. I confess that the less bookish part of my nature was smitten with lust, though not love; my love was reserved for the lady scientist who I was later honoured to call my wife. Her looks held not a candle to these shallow beings, but her mind was infinitely greater, indeed nearly as great an intellect as a man’s I fancy; though you may think that overstating the case.

The first intimation of their natures was when a vase was broken. Despite them being the only occupants of the room at the time, they both denied absolutely knowledge of how the vase was broken. Suspicion fell, and was allowed to remain upon, the scullery maid who had discovered the breakage on coming to clean the fireplace. Mother and Father were both happy to accept the word of their charges.

A second incident should have made my parent’s suspect these two, but it did not. When the window of the greenhouse was broken, the gardener was sure he heard girlish laughter; yet instead the blame fell upon the parlour maid, who was punished unfairly. I perceived that in these events the two girls had lost any goodwill from the servants, which was made worse by their high-handed ways of dealing with staff. They were careful to avoid being too rude in front of Mama, though I think she began to suspect they were not the angel-replicas of the stained glass in our church that they purported to be. Papa was away too much to notice.

Summer holidays arrived and it was clear that I was expected to entertain these two girls. I had received an invitation to Bertie B-’s estate in Scotland and felt miffed that I had to turn him down. He had promised to show me how to shoot a red deer. We occasionally went hunting in Sussex, but the quarry was usually rabbits and the weapon an 8-bore shotgun, the chance to use a real gun to bring down such an animal seemed too good to miss, but it was not to be. In the week before summer break began, Mama took a summer cold as we thought. In five days she rapidly declined and was bed-bound for weeks. Her recovery was slow, but thankfully always upwards; after the initial fright there was no fear for her demise, but she was unable to take any interest in domestic life. Father continued to be busy in the City, though I did notice he made more efforts to be with us at weekends. I believed this was due to Mama’s illness but found later it was not, or not entirely. Thus the housekeeper, whose role as second gaoler with my mother I had often resented, was overly busy with caring for Mama and ordering the house. A small silver lining was that my mornings were therefore entirely free – the girls having lessons until lunchtime.

It was noticeable that Mrs Danvers took considerably less interest in the girls’ studies in the afternoon and the reason slowly became apparent; her morals were not all they might be. Perhaps she had found the stress of widowhood and losing her child too much; or perhaps, Candice suggested, she had been drinking and that had resulted in a fatal flaw in her care of her child. This seemed a cruel sentiment to express, but, for whatever the reason, she would take her luncheon alone in her room and clearly come out the worse for drink. If Mama had been well I am sure Mrs Danvers would have been dismissed. As it was we three often contrived to go walking in the afternoon as Mrs Danvers slept the alcohol off.

Walking one glorious summer day past the horse fields we descried the stallion Bucephalus fully rampant and excited. His priapus extended fully two feet below him as he smelled a mare in season in the nearby field. It was indeed the intention to introduce them to each other, but it became clear that Bucephalus might not wait for a formal introduction. Monique leant to Candice and whispered something, whereupon they both looked at me and laughed. I perceived that they were comparing my likely physiology with that of the horse – a comparison that any man would lose. We watched the stallion, for myself I was amazed that the horse could run in that state. Then the groomsman came and, not noticing us in the woods by the field (else perhaps he would have delayed to spare the girls), opened the gates connecting the fields. After some brief ‘banter’ between the horses, the stallion mounted the mare and enthusiastically buried his rod all the way into her. I looked at the girls; who looked shocked. Was this, they seemed to be thinking, what they had to look forward to in married life? It looked uncomfortable and unpleasant, even I agreed with that. We walked on and eventually Candice summed up courage and said “I thought it was done face to face. I’m sure I was told that”. You will perceive that she lacked a certain logicality; how could she have ever expected animals such as a horse to perform that act face to face?

Here I was able to put her mind more settled, though it was tempting to embellish to unsettle her, “Generally it is in humans” they looked at me “That is to say, the human, umm, receptacle is nearly midway, front and back and so can be addressed either way” They both looked unsure, and then curious.

“Show us yours, your rod I mean” said Candice. I demurred. A man, a gentleman, does not show a lady his stick, often even in marriage she might only feel it under the bed covers. “Please. We’ll show you ours too, won’t we Monique?” Monique nodded and smiled; they both begged and batted their pretty eyes, promising a view of their own private places, and I, as shallow and un-orientated as any sexually starved man may be, agreed.

Now it is true I was curious to see the makeup of a young lady, I took little persuasion and then we ventured off the path a little, into some thicker bushes, where I dutifully dropped my trousers to display my erect cock. They looked with various expressions; “Now you two” I said. They laughed and ran off. I was not entirely surprised but had hoped they might be willing. I was determined, though, to have my revenge.

I am not some hot-headed fool who charges into a fray without thought; I planned and thought. For the immediate, I pulled up my trousers and ran to catch them in the open field beyond the gardens. There we proceeded as if nothing amiss had occurred.

Mama was being given a sleeping draught to help her at night. The small bottle of some chemical remedy was measured out in a dose and mixed with water. The medicine was apparently tasteless and certainly colourless but appeared to have the desired effect and helped my mother in gaining strength. It was a small act, easily accomplished, to decant a little of the tincture into my own bottle. A day or two later I perceived my opportunity. Mrs Danvers had re-appeared, staggered a little and announced she had a slight headache and would retire for a rest. We were just starting our luncheon – the girls having been slow in completing their morning’s work; and I had waited on their coming. Adding a drop or two to their drinks I had now to ensure we left for a walk quite soon, before the effects began to tell. Luck was again on my side as the horse Bucephalus was again reported to be in the field by the woods and these naughty girls were keen to view his great extension again if possible. They were therefore ready to go for a stroll quickly after luncheon.

The maid who came in to clear the table leant to me and quietly said “Excuse me young sir, you appear to have dropped a bottle from your pocket.” The small medicine bottle had indeed fallen from my pocket. Discovery would have meant my ruse would have been discovered and I soundly beaten. Now it is commonly and mistakenly assumed that a lack of education in the lower classes and a lack of intelligence were one and the same; this maid showed this error. Her look at me and then at the young ladies showed that she immediately perceived I had some nefarious purpose in mind (though she did not know the nature of the liquid in the bottle). Holding no strong affection for the ladies at that time she opted neither then, nor later, to clarify for them their predicament. I was exceedingly grateful to her.

We walked towards the fields, in amongst the woods and hedges, and there the young ladies found tiredness overtaking them and opted to sit on the mossy, green sward in a sheltered (hidden) arbour. In moments later they were both asleep. I had given them only a small dose and had no way of knowing how fast it might wear off so I needed to move quickly. That morning I had spent making preparations, and had secreted some ropes nearby. I had to run to the place, retrieve the ropes and return. Then it was a matter of a few moments to tie their wrists together and attach them to the nearest tree. This at least meant they could not escape. Candice stayed sleeping as I carefully manhandled her to the tree and tied a rope around her middle and around the tree. Monique was already waking when I moved her and I barely had her secured before she was conscious again. She watched, initially bemused, as I banged some pegs into the ground. Then she perceived my purpose and told me she would scream unless she was released. I told her that to scream would be unwise; I did not threaten or explain; and this kept her silent a little longer. Once four pegs had been well banged in, I tied Candice’s ankles to two such that her legs were open at an angle of perhaps 30 degrees. Monique realised that she would be next and once again volunteered to scream. She delayed too long and I had one ankle tied before she resolved genuinely to raise the alarm.

“I would deem it unwise, Monique”

“Unwise for you, Ian. When this is known, you will be very soundly thrashed! I have no doubt”

“Neither have I my dear, yet, you should know that before help arrives you will be displayed from the waist down, as was our previous agreement. If the ostler or the ploughboy arrives at your calling, you will present as pretty a picture as he will remember for many a year.”

“Sir? You cannot be so rough to such ladies as us. We shall be ruined if you have your way”

“Rest assured, you shall be as virginal at the end as you are now. I have no conception whether one with such low principles is indeed a maid now”

“Of course I am, we both are! How dare you!” During this interaction I had proceeded to catch her other heel, tie it and attach it to the fourth peg. Now she too was pinned with her legs open, hers were perhaps 35 or 40 degrees of angle. Candice began to awaken and, discovering her position, embarked upon the same conversation (with which I shall not bore the reader). Though shallow and vapid, they were not stupid and both concluded that to call for help could result in a more embarrassing situation since, as I had pointed out, they would soon be entirely visible to the world. They were trusting, for the simple reason that they needed to trust, that I would be as good as my word and not deflower their virginal cunnies; I had no intention of breaking that trust, tempting as it might be.

I raised Candice’s skirts, watching her eyes, which became larger and larger and her stockings were exposed to above her knee, then her bare thighs; here I stopped briefly to caress her bare and trembling upper legs. They were not cold, I suspected the trembling was increasingly due to anticipation and decreasingly due to fear. My hands travelled up into the upper reaches under her dress and she felt, for the first time, a male hand touch her space between her legs. I was right in assuming it was anticipation. Clearly she had touched herself (and I think Monique and her had touched each other) and now the delight of having a male hand placed there was causing her increasing excitement. I smiled, removed one hand (for one hand was caressing her and other holding her thigh) and re-arranged my prick which was keenly wishing to escape my trousers. As I reached into my trousers, she clearly thought that now I would break my word – such are the thoughts of one with little honour herself, she assumed all would be the same. She relaxed again when she saw I was simply arranging my rock hard erection so it was not bent.

I continued now raising her skirts until her perfect slit appeared to my view. Around the slit a light covering of downy hair was visible, she was not fully a woman as I understood it; I had expected a delightful garden of curly hair, like I had once had the fortune to see on one of the servants. I had been in the hayloft of our farm when a maid – Joanna by name – had drawn one of the reapers in below me. I watched as she opened his trousers to release an impressive cock, then she willingly raised her skirts to allow him access. I had always been taught that a woman submits to this assault as a married duty or under duress; here I discovered women could be equally keen to achieve congress. This serving girl had a jungle of hair that all but hid her slit and he had encouraged her to place him inside her entrance to prevent him having to search for it. I watched the whole enterprise, aware that I should not, and learnt much that I had not known before – though it created many questions which were unanswered too.

Still, her nearly bald mound and slit were most attractive to view and I used my fingers to open her to see more.

“Oh, oh! You will tear me, pray be careful! I am not a bread roll to be torn open.” I said I was sorry, and by way of ironically saying sorry, I proceeded to kiss her in that place – as the nurse used to do when I was young, murmuring ‘there there, all better’. The reaction was not what I expected, for she gave an involuntary shiver and a moan of pleasure. It appeared that applying my lips to this slit was not objectionable to her. Once more I endeavoured to open her a little more, and pressed my lips to her lower ones. I inserted my tongue and tasted my first female juice; it was not particularly nectar-like, but its location made obtaining this taste most wonderful and I happily licked further. In response she showed herself to be keen for me to apply more of my mouth and tongue to her parts, which I was nothing loath to do. In this way we passed some considerable time, perhaps 10 or 20 minutes, the while she was becoming more excited and producing more of this fluid from her inner reaches. I would stop occasionally and look at her, her cunny now seemed to my eyes to glow and glisten red; frothy juices continually bubbled from one place, whilst just near it another hole stayed quiet. I surmised this was the place of insertion and the other was the place of lubrication. Remember dear reader, I was a young and ignorant fourteen year old, the detailed anatomy of the female of the species did not form part of the curriculum at St A- public school, and my dissections of rabbits (and once a cat) had not elucidated this area either. I attempted to open this second hole and the girl remonstrated with me. I tried to relax it but applying my tongue and she did indeed relapse into delirium. She told me later than having her piss hole thus licked was most pleasant, for of course that is what it was. I reverted to licking out the hole producing such copious fluids and then allowed my tiring tongue to wander a little. In this way we both accidentally discovered the pleasure of a woman’s clitoris being engorged by indirect persuasion and then stimulated by direct contact at the end. She arched her back and appeared to stop breathing, only whispering “I am dying...” I would have stopped if my desires had allowed me, but I was enjoying myself too much and at first did not realise the reaction I had caused. This too was well (for her) since I prolonged her orgasm to a very beneficial extent by virtue of my continued ministrations to her wet and leaky cunt. I had brought my first girl to orgasm and I was addicted, for the uncontrolled pleasure it brought was great. I was delighted to see such usually well-bred and controlled ladies reduced to the state of animalistic pleasure. It adds immeasurably to the pleasure of sex that a women, normally the soul of discretion and politeness, can be put so far out of her normal behaviour by such a simple means.