Chapter 2

Seventeen year old William Clifford Vanderbell watched Mary Barrow closely as the twenty-five year old maid worked. As of late, his trousers grew tight whenever he laid eyes on her shapely body. So what if she was a negro? Him finding her so enchanting beautiful might shock mother, but he thought only one thing. Mary was hot stuff!

Lovely face, narrow waist, yet delightfully top heavy, with gams that just wouldn’t quit, she had IT! His cock positively strained for her every day! His brother had warned him that the help was off limits after his own little mishap, but that was easy for him to say! Alan had an automobile. No girl could resist a man with an automobile, and plenty of folding green in his pocket!

William gave some thought to retiring to his room, and a few illicit publications he had hidden there. Mother would be horrified if she knew he had several novels written by authors calling themselves such things as A. Gentleman, or Anonymous. Those books showed how a real man treated a maid! Perhaps he could sneak into Alan’s room. Being older and more traveled, he had amassed a collection of great value. His cock gave another throb when he thought of his brother’s French postcards. His lucky big brother had actual photographs of naked foreigner women!

“Will you be needing anything else, Master William?”

William couldn’t help the sudden rush of desire he was feeling. Alan had no postcards depicting a beautiful negro! Yes, there was something he needed! He had the house to himself. It was just him and Mary. Now was the time to put all the things he had read about into practice! He was about to become a MAN with the lovely and kind hearted maid!

“Why, yes. There is something you could help me with.” William sprang from his seat and lunged at her. The slender youth with yellow blonde hair as fair as his brother’s was dark, reached for Mary. Grabbing her wrist, he pressed her delicate hand to the hardness in his loins. “I have a rather hard problem that needs your gentile touch. Let’s retire to my room and get more comfortable.”

He wasn’t expecting what happened next. His head jerked to the side when she slapped his face. The blow was wicked and hard. William saw stars as he hastily staggered back from her. His cheek ached abominably as his eyes watered. This was not like his books at all!

“Just what are you trying to pull?” Mary hissed. “Is this why your last maid left in such a hurry?”

“That wasn’t my fault, um, I, I was just foolin’ with you, Mary!” He said rather stiltedly, embarrassed when his voice cracked. “Couldn’t you tell I was joking?”

“That doesn’t look like a joke.” She said quietly as she pointed at the distinct lump in the front of his trousers. “I should tell your mother!”

“Mother wouldn’t believe that!” William gasped, his face growing pale. He instinctively knew that mother WOULD believe!

“No? She is a fair-minded God fearing woman, but perhaps not. My cousin surely would though.”

“What would your cousin do?” He said, trying to sound cool and collected, but sounding like a frightened boy.

“Ever hear of Joseph Louis Barrow?” She smiled quite prettily.

“Joe Louis, the, the Brown bomber?”

“Cousin Joe, to me.” She said proudly.

“Mary, I’m sorry!” William cried in a sudden panic. “Don’t tell mother! Please, for God’s sake, don’t tell your cousin either!”

“Your mother gave me the next three days off.” She glanced at the clock on the mantel and sighed. “The taxi cab should be here soon. I have a train to catch! Cousin Joe invited me to Pittsburgh to see him fight. Three days just might be long enough to make me forget this unpleasantness, and remember that you are essentially a good egg.”

William watched as the lovely maid smiled at him and left the room. He could only hope that she would forgive him! Damnation! He had made a complete hash of it! Now he would spend the night with only his hand for company, after he had set his sights on losing his cursed virginity with the lovely maid! When would he ever become a MAN now?

After Mary left. William sat and brooded in his father’s study. He swiped a tumbler of his father’s best Scotch. He choked it down, and it made his head swim. The booze only compounded his problem, but he was a bit too stewed to see that.

He had to do something so mother wouldn’t be shocked, and father wouldn’t ship him off to boarding school if Mary told on him for what he did! He needed some insurance, that’s all. It suddenly came to him. “My Man Godfrey”! He shouted. He ran to his mother’s room, and grabbed what he needed.

At the maid’s room, William grinned. Alan sure had all the luck! When Lilly still worked for them as maid, he had once peered through her room’s keyhole late one night. He had seen his brother with Lilly. Kneeling with one eye to the keyhole, William had rubbed himself through his pajamas as he eagerly watched his naked brother have his way with the frantically struggling and weeping girl. He had produced quite a gooey mess in his pants as he spent nearly to the second as Alan did.

It was weird and embarrassing, but sometimes he now had dreams of Alan being naked. When he awoke from such dreams, he was always hard as a railroad spike! It was probably just that he saw more of Alan than he had of Lilly, that night. He shrugged it off and decided not to worry about it. He liked girls, after all!

A few weeks later, he had seen Alan give the obviously frightened girl a large sum of money. Shamelessly eavesdropping, he learned it was to keep her mouth closed and give her a new start in another city. Mother never figured out why Lilly quit so abruptly. William knew! Alan got the maid “In Trouble”, and had given her the brush off.

He used his own bedroom key to open the maid’s door. He had discovered long ago that his would unlock any door in the house. Mother must have mixed them up years ago and given him the master key by mistake. He never told a soul about his good fortune, and sometimes would ‘borrow’ a quick fin from his brother’s supposedly secret stash of cash. Or, more often, would spend a pleasant hour scrutinizing Alan’s amazing collection of French postcards.

Slipping inside, he went to the small closet. He felt bad as he dropped his mother’s best pearls into the pocket of Mary’s simple cloth coat. There, it was done. Just like in that William Powell picture he had seen a few years ago. Now he had leverage to protect himself if Mary told. If she didn’t, he’d just sneak the pearls back out of her room, and nobody would be the wiser.

Now he could just tell mother that Mary took them, if Mary told on him. In the confusion, hopefully everyone would think Mary was fibbing about him! He promised himself it would only be as a last resort. Mother surely wouldn’t have Mary arrested. His mother had a fear of scandal, and wouldn’t want to be mentioned in the papers over a household theft. Father, on the other hand, would certainly pack him off to boarding school though. He was doomed if the righteous man ever found out he had, gulp, made unwanted advances on the maid!

Leaving the maid’s room, he heard the front door. For a moment he was concerned that Mary had returned. If Mary found the pearls he had planted in her room, all bets were off! She would never forgive him! He realized that he had nothing to worry about when he heard the clink of glassware in father’s study. Mary didn’t drink. It must be Alan home early from one of his conquests.

His guilty work done, William neglected to lock the door. He pocketed his key and padded downstairs in his sticking feet. He would sit with Alan, and listen to him boast about what new girl he had claimed. Then he would return to his room to abuse himself before turning in for the night.

Alan mustn’t have heard him come down the stairs. The sight that met his eyes as he entered the study would stay with him for the rest of his life. There was Alan, big as life. He was naked as the day he was born. Legs spread wide, he was using a small silver serving tray as a mirror to examine between his thighs.

William froze. What he saw defied logic. Having seen his brother while changing for a swim, he had been just a touch jealous that Alan’s cock was a good two inches longer than his own eight inches. Now, there was nothing between his brother’s legs at all! Was his brother’s manhood torn off in an accident? What happened?

“I’ll call for a doctor!” William cried, just a second before his mind made sense of what he was seeing.

That vertical slit was no injury. In fact, there was no blood at all. Those soft puffy lips were no open wound. Alan hadn’t been horribly mutilated. William had only seen them in somewhat blurred small French pasteboard cards before, but there was no doubt on what he was seeing now!

“Good God Alan! You have a pussy!”

“Don’t look at me!” Alan screamed as the tray dropped from his hand to clatter on the floor. “Stay back!”

“How? Why?” William cried as he rushed into the room. He knelt before his stunned big brother and stared in wonder at what he had always dreamed of seeing. “Is it real?”

“You can’t say a word!” Alan shouted as he snatched up his drink and gulped it down. “William, forget this! Everything will be fine after tomorrow!”

“How could I forget that?” William shouted. His big muscular brother was some kind of pansy-man now. Just as strong and good looking as ever, he was now a woman between his legs! “This is astounding!”

“Forget it!” Alan shouted. “By God, I’ll kill you if you ever mention this to anyone!”

“That’s rich.” William laughed. “You may have me on size, but I’m fast. I could kick you in the, uh, well, no I suppose I couldn’t. Lay one hand on me though, and I’ll call the papers. You will be famous!”

“Stop staring at it!” Alan whimpered as he stood frozen before his brother’s inspection.

William tried not to see the rest of his brother. He did his best to ignore how big and strong the man was. If he stared just at the point where his thighs joined, he was looking at a naked woman. His cock surged and stiffened in his trousers. Who would have ever thought that his brother would suddenly have what he so dearly wanted to bury himself in!

“Alan, be a pal.” William asked softly. “Let me touch it. Just for a second?”

“Are you insane!” Alan screamed. “No! I’m not even going to touch it myself! After midnight tomorrow, this will all be just some sick pipe dream!”

William watched his naked older brother run from the room. He was confused and somewhat embarrassed. He was all man. Why was he so hard, just because of whatever had happened to his brother? He couldn’t get the vision of those feminine lips out of his mind. Did Alan shave down there? No hair marred the absolute perfection of his womanhood. His brain was shocked and disgusted, but the head of his throbbing cock was weeping tears of warm slippery fluid at the thought of entering the first vagina he had ever seen in person!