Part VII

“You may well believe, dear Beatrice, that I agreed warmly with my employer,” said the butler. “Had I not fucked his own daughter when she was not even t***e years old? And you are but th****n years old, my dear, and I would dearly like to fuck you now. But see, we are close to the hall. Perhaps it would be best for me to ride up top once again.” So saying, the butler rapped for Old Adam to stop the carriage - and rapped again, for the deaf driver did not hear. As the carriage drew to a halt Mr William drew a kerchief from his pocket and, moistening it with a little spittle, applied it to my cheek. “My dear, there is a little drop of my spend there. Imagine if that should be noted!” After cleaning the stains of his passion from my face he stepped out of the carriage and sat up with the driver.

Soon after this the gravel of the long drive up to the house was crunching under the carriage wheels, and Mr. William, formal and polite, handed me out.

His tale had greatly heated my blood, but as he had duties to attend to, I could not find satisfaction in his embrace. Lucy was gone and Frederick and Alice were engaged in playing croquet. There was no one I could turn to, and nothing for it but to make my own entertainment.

I returned to Theresa Marchmont for after all the story, though a simple moral tale, was not without interest. I read how Theresa was married to Lord Greville, against her wishes - but what freedom has society ever given women? - and he proved to be a decent husband. But in due course she learned her true love, Lord Percy, had been killed in the wars in against that noted Dutch admiral, Michiel de Ruyter. Theresa was plunged into madness and confined.

Indeed I have a copy of the story on my shelf even now, for it reminds me of days past, when I was still healthy, and so I can transcribe some of it for you, dear Walter. Mrs. Gore has Greville tell us:-

“It was nearly three years after the period to which I have alluded [which is to say, Theresa’s descent into madness] that an accident of which I need not remind you, my beloved Helen, introduced me to the acquaintance of your family. You may remember the backwardness with which I first received their approaches; the very name of Percy had become ominously painful to me, and yet it inspired me with a strange and undefinable interest. A spell appeared to attract me towards you, and in spite of my first resolution to the contrary, in spite of the melancholy reserve that still dwelt upon my mind, I became an acquaintance, and at length the favoured inmate and friend, of your father. Could I imagine the dangers that lurked beneath his roof? Could I believe that while I thus once more indulged in the social converse to which I had been long a stranger, I should gain the affections of his child? The playful girl towards whom my age enabled me to assume an almost parental authority, while I exercised, in turn, the parts of playmate and preceptor, beloved as she was in all the charms of her dawning beauty, and artless naivete, inspired me with no deeper sentiment; not even when I saw her gradually expand into the maturer pride of womanhood, and acquire that feminine gentleness, that dignified simplicity of character, which had attracted me in Theresa Marchmont.

My Walter, can you doubt that under my hand the story should have taken a different turn? It is a foolish melodrama in which Greville pretends his mad wife is dead so that he may marry Helen; and it is on that passion for Helen that my imagination flies. Shall I let it roam free? I have quite the fancy to make myself the man. I should indeed have gained the affections of the pretty child and I should have exercised more than parental authority over her. As preceptor I would have initiated her into the ways of love even as the charms of her womanhood had yet to bloom. There should have been no agonizing over bigamy &c from me; I should not have been the fool Greville was, but rather used my power and prestige for the most wicked behaviour! My short life - as my narrative shows - has been replete with the pleasures of love, yet as a man how much more I should have achieved! I should have debauched a score of young girls and boys, slaking every outrageous lust the mind can conjure.

Later that day I learned that as a result of Mr. William’s business in town, Mr. Marchmont needed to visit his lawyers in London; and that very afternoon he left, taking wife and butler with him. Naturally this seemed a great blow, for in my heated state I had been anticipating the planned frolic with William and Alice that night. But as the poet reminds us, “Here does a sable cloud turn forth her silver lining on the night.” Without William or Lucy to play with Alice, her passions would be unsatisfied and perhaps I could push her towards the arms of her brother for solace. Certainly when they came in from their game of croquet there seemed to be a more than usual flush of excitement on dear Alice’s face.

After dinner was served that evening, Frederick dismissed the servants and prevailed upon the aunt to play at the piano so that he could dance with we girls. He also secured a bottle of fizz to add jolliness to the proceedings.

The house had several books of popular songs, from which the aunt selected Two Merry Girls. It seemed to me the choice was apt in a way she could not possibly know, and you will understand my meaning when you recall the lyrics -

Two merry girls, from morn to night Our mirth and song we mingle, The reason why we never sigh, We both mean to keep single, We both mean to keep single; We climb the hills, We rove the vales together, The tempests blow, no fear we know, Our life’s all sunny weather, The tempests blow, no fear we know, Our life’s all sunny weather. But if amid our green retreat, Some wandering youth we chanced to meet Then tell me, sister, should you fly and leave me lonely standing by? Why sister dear, there’s danger seen When youths and maids meet on the green, But, should I fly you’d quickly see, how soon the youth would follow me, How soon the youth would follow me. Oh! My sister dear, your pride is such, You prize your beauty far too much, I really think you’d change your mind, if that same youth would stay behind, You cannot think, my sister dear, he’d stay with you when I was near. Ah! Sister, lest we rivals be, henceforth alone we will wander free, Henceforth alone we will wander free. Two merry girls from morn to night, our mirth and song we mingle, But now I know you want a beau, and mean not to keep single, You don’t, you won’t, you don’t mean to keep single. You don’t, you won’t, you don’t mean to keep single. For that was my exact purpose, to persuade Alice to ‘change her mind’ regarding that ‘wandering youth.’

As brother and sister danced to this lively tune, I could see Frederick’s hand caress Alice’s lovely bottom over her flowing silk dress. A blush spread across her cheek and she raised her hand to slap his face - yet I could see her slap was more like a caress. Even so, she moved his hand from her bottom to her hip. But Frederick continued to press his suit, darting forward to kiss her lips. She let his kiss linger a moment before pulling away in confusion and going to the table for a sip of champagne.

I stepped up and took over the dance. And as Frederick put his hand around me, you can be sure I did not reject any of his advances. Tipping my head up I invited him to kiss me, and he darted his tongue into my willing mouth. Alice was watching us, her lips slightly parted in an excess of passion. Filled with erotic excitement myself, I felt bold and rude, and my fingers went to Frederick’s trousers and nimbly let free his engorged penis. His manly cock pressed up against my silk dress, its purple head already leaking the clear liquid the presages coition. I dandled my fingers over the lovely instrument, lifting a drop of the liquid to my lips, making sure Alice saw I poked out my tongue to taste it. Ah, how her eyes sparkled at the illicit sight!

I could not let Frederick spend with the aunt so nearby (despite her back being to us), so I tucked his pego back in his trousers, broke away from him and opened my arms to beckon Alice to take a turn with me. We had of course had many dancing lessons at school, and as there were no boys there girl danced with girl, taking turns at the male part. As she came to my embrace, I glanced at the aunt to make sure she continued unaware of our little games. Pressing my lips to dear Alice’s, I pushed my tongue into her mouth, my hand ranging over her dress, first on her lovely bottom and then her dear pussey. She pressed against me amorously as I whispered in her ear, “Is not your brother fine and handsome tonight? And his sweet pego ready to please? Dear Alice, shall we share him after we have retired? Say you will, my love!”

It amused me that Alice, usually so bold and provocative in matters of love, should blush like the greenest maiden at these words. How oddly our scruples can govern us! But I could see my words were having an effect. I kept caressing her as we danced, doing all I could to stoke her passions and overcome her reluctance to let her brother fuck her.

Ah, I played quite the temptress that evening, dancing with brother and sister in turn, stroking and touching them to keep their passions high. Frederick was naturally complicit with my endeavours, kissing and rubbing his sister each time they danced. I made sure we were all well-plied with fizz so that by the time the aunt suggested we retire, all three of us were at the very peak of erotic anticipation.

We went to our respective bedrooms to change, and then I slipped into Alice’s chamber, taking her into my arms to renew my passionate kisses all over her pretty face, caressing her bubbies under her silk night-gown as I did so.

“Let me take you to Frederick, dearest Alice” I whispered. “He is dying to be in you, you would not disappoint him, would you?” Alice, her tongue in my mouth, gave an erotic moan at this but said nothing. I took her by the hand and she did not resist as I led her to Frederick’s room, our naked feet tip-toeing as quiet as possible down the hallway. Opening his door we found his room well lit and him naked on his bed, slowly handling his shaft. Despite having seen his penis many times before, Alice blushed at the sight, for she knew he meant to use it on her.

“Dearest sister!” said Frederick, “Come lie by me and let us caress each other’s charms.” I led Alice to the bed as Frederick sat up and took her in his arms, embracing her and rapturously pressing his lips over hers. Pushing deep into her mouth, he began to lick and suck her tongue. She was all atremble but I began to cover her back with kisses and caress her bubbies so that the erotic desire should overcome what was left of her scruples against committing the crime of incest with her brother. So it proved; she became hotter and more eager, returning her brother’s passion with greater readiness.

“Take his pego in your hand,” I whispered in her ear; she did so. “Take him in your mouth, dear Alice” I whispered; she did so. The sight of it was most erotic to my senses, seeing the sister lovingly sucking her brother’s noble cock. I began to kiss Frederick as his sister continued her work. He broke away to lift my nightdress over my head and kiss my bubbies. I arched my neck in pleasure, intoxicated at the delicious sight that was unfolding before me - ah, this beautiful brother and sister becoming lovers!

I wanted to see the final consummation of this illicit passion and took Alice’s hand. She looked up from her brother’s randy penis and I stooped down to kiss her, our tongues mingling saliva as the musky taste of Frederick’s cock percolated into my mouth.

“Now for the final stroke of love, dearest Alice,” I said to her. “I want to see you mount him.”

Alice felt one last twinge of morality - “But he is my brother - it would be incest - so wrong.”

“Pleasure is never wrong, dearest love, as long as all parties are willing. And you know that at Fred’s birthday, Abigail Vavasour fucked her brother Charlie and she told me it gave her the greatest delight? There is no shame, my dear. Brother and sister, father and daughter, mother and son, boy and man, boy and boy, boy and girl, girl and man and oh - every combination, every act - all is good, my Alice, all is delight.”

Fred added his voice to my appeal. “Dear sister, what Beatrice says is true, for Charlie told me he thought he had fucked Abigail that glorious evening. And I know from my correspondence with him since then that he and she have become confirmed lovers. They fuck regularly and, believe me, they enjoy it to the utmost. Later, I will show you Charlie’s letter as proof. It is a most racy read, and it will surely pique your salacious nature.”