Part VIII

You may wonder, dear Walter, how it is that I am able to reproduce this letter. I will tell you. I took the missive from Frederick, saying that it should be burned as requested, and that I would do so. But it was so stimulating that I was reluctant to consign it to the flames. And so I wrote to Charlie, asking him if I might keep it, promising on my honour that it should never be revealed. Charlie gave his permission and that was the start of a correspondence between us that persists to this day.

We were often lovers, and I can tell you that he did indeed succeed in seducing his younger sister. I frolicked with Dora myself, and had the tale from her own lips of how Abigail first initiated her into the pleasure that one girl may take in another, and then how Charlie tutored her in all the ways of coition. It was a most racy tale, all the more erotic coming from a sweet blushing t****e-year-old girl, and perhaps I shall recount it for you hereafter, if I can find the energy. There is also the little tale of the time Charlie, Abigail and Dora were engaged in mutual caresses and were surprized by the younger brother, Alfred, a fine adventure came of that. Sweet Walter, my life has not been long, but it has been full.

Charlie would have married me, had he been free to choose; but such is the status of his family he had to make a political marriage. That is one of the reasons he is already becoming a man of power and influence. His exalted position has let him indulge in the widest and most debauched range of erotic adventures, and he has shared many of these with me. His role with the diplomatic service, for example, has led him on some very memorable frolics in Canton. After my death you will find these letters secure in my vault. Read them, dear Walter, and then burn them (as I have, after so many years, burned the letter I transcribed above); for I could not rest peaceful in my grave did I think these salacious escapades should come to public attention. It should quite ruin Charlie and many other members of high society too. I know I can trust in your integrity, my beloved.

And so let us return to the night Fred first fucked his sweet sister.

Refreshed by a bumper of fizz and Alice’s sweet kisses about my face and person, I took Fred’s cock in my hand, already at half- mast witnessing his sister’s caresses upon me (and as I have often observed, the sight of two women together maddens many a man with lust, no matter how spent he may feel.) I took him in my mouth to bring him to full stiffness and then I straddled over him and eased his cock into my snug harbour. Alice tried to heighten my pleasure by running a finger into my bottom-hole, but with Fred’s fine tool filling my pussey there was some pain.

“Cease awhile, dear Alice,” I begged her. “And bring your pussey to Fred’s mouth so that he may pleasure you.” Nothing loth, Alice climbed over her brother and brought her pussey to his mouth. As he delightedly gamahuched her, she leaned forward to kiss me. We sucked tongues most delightedly and soon I spent copiously. I felt Fred was about to pour his libation into my loving pussey, but I had another plan for the coup de grâce.

I let his loving tool slip from my pussey, and, after giving it a kiss and darting my tongue into the little orifice at the top, I said, “Now, Fred, Willie took her first virginity, but she has one more to give, and I mean to see you take it.” Fred’s cock positively twitched at this, and Alice gave a sigh of mixed alarm and desire.

“Let me see you work on her in the traditional way to stir up her passions,” I said to Fred.

“I suppose I must be on my hands and knees,” said Alice. She thrust her bottom in the air, and I guided Frederick into her cunny. As he began his work, I applied my eager tongue to her arsehole, alternating with one finger and then two to loosen the way.

As Alice, her face pressed into the pillow, moaned in growing frenzy, I thought of my fuck with Willie on the little island and his advice about profane vocabulary. My blood was up and I felt no hesitation. “Now, dear Fred, while your cock is as hard as marble, let us proceed. I want to see you slide it into your dear sister’s arsehole. How about that, dear Alice? Are you ready to be buggered by your brother? I am agog to see it, beloved, Fred’s lovely tool sliding deep into your bowels. I shall withdraw my fingers from your arsehole and put him to it.”

Doing just as I said, I guided the head of Frederick’s penis to his sister’s bottom-hole. “Push on, Fred, fuck her little bunghole! Yours will be the first penis she has taken by the nether route. How about that? Does it not delight you, to bugger your sister? It is the most depraved act, is it not? Incest and sodomy, and perpetrated on a girl who is little more than a child!” I could see my erotic dialogue was having the effect I sought. Fred’s eyes glowed with pleasure as he slowly eased his rigid penis into his sister’s tight bum-hole.

Alice began to whimper a little at the novel intrusion, gasping as her brother’s cock stretched her tight sphincter. I put my lips to her ear and whispered, “Courage, my dear, courage, the pain will pass off soon - and you do want him in you, do you not? Your own brother’s cock deep in your bowels, that’s your desire, yes, to be fucked then buggered and fucked again. I would love to have him in my own arsehole but I am too tight. It’s a sign you have the more venereal nature, my dear. Ah, see, now he is almost fully sheathed in you, how does it feel?” Alice could do nothing but groan, her breath coming in deep puffs.

I gave her a loving kiss and then wriggled my way under her haunches, rotating myself so that I could plunge my tongue into her cunny, its lips somewhat distended by the presence of Fred’s cock in her anal passage. I kissed and sucked her dear clitoris, lifting her passions to yet a new level. As she moaned I raised a hand to Fred’s shaft and motioned him to begin thrusting in and out. Ah, how delicious it was, to gamahuche the sister as the brother’s noble cock slid in and out of the gaping sphincter.

“That’s it Fred, fuck her, fuck her, yes, let her feel your fine cock in her arse, oh, she likes being buggered, she likes being buggered by her brother, brother and sister, such wicked incest!”

Fred could not contain his passion long under the onslaught of my vulgar words and the tight grip of his sister’s bottom-hole. With a convulsive shudder he plunged his cock yet deeper into her bowels, and I could see the vein on the underside throb and swell as he fired hot jets of sperm into her clutching bottom. I redoubled my attack on her engorged clitoris and she began to spend while Fred was still firing into her. “Oh - oh - oh” she said (yelped, rather) - “That’s it Fred, I can feel you spurting inside me, oh, fill me up, how delicious to have your cock violating my anus, dearest brother!”

Fred’s cock, its work done for the while, began to soften and soon the tight elastic sphincter of his sister’s arsehole squeezed him out. As his penis withdrew from its lovely sheath, a gush of sperm followed, dribbling down onto my forehead. When I felt the first drops on my forehead, I craned my neck up, bringing my head back so that I could catch the remaining drops in my mouth, swallowing the mix of Fred’s semen and Alice’s inner secretions with gusto. That dear girl got off her hands and knees and, flinging her hands round her brother, kissed him warmly. “Dear Fred, it was agony at first but when the pain passed off it was sheer delight. You may have me that way whenever you please, dear brother!”

Not to neglect me, Alice beckoned me into her arms, kissing me with great delight and even licking the up the drops of sperm about my hair and forehead. “How bad you are, Beatrice, to tempt me into incest and to take Fred’s cock in my bottom-hole,” said she, continuing to cover me in loving kisses. “I think I should punish you for it, but after all it was a delight in the end.”

Breaking her kiss, Alice nimbly jumped off the bed and withdrew the chamber pot from under it. “I must use this in a necessary way,” said she. “Fred, you served too much fizz!”

“I saw it go in, and now I shall see it come out,” said Frederick, lying down on the floor as his sister squatted over the pot.

Alice blushed, and said “Fred, how bad you are! But now we are free with each other, I do not mind you watching.” Then she began to fire her hot piss into the bowl and as the yellow stream splashed and gurgled Fred held his fingers in the flow.

“How good it is to see you piss, sweet sister” said he. As her flow tapered off he put his fingers to his mouth to taste his sister’s urine before licking off the drops that sparkled about her pubic hair.

The hour was growing late and we were sated with passion, and so Alice and I repaired to our rooms; but soon after I had put my light out I heard my door open and Alice crept into the room and into my bed. “Dear Beatrice, I am too excited to sleep, I must spend the rest of the night with you. And we need not worry if Mary happens to enter in the morning, for she has no imagination at all. She will only see two little girls who are close friends and quite innocent of the serious business of love.”

What I could not see in the dark was that she had a rod of birch twigs in her hand. You may imagine my surprise, as I lay on my bed, my bottom thrust in the air at her instruction (telling me that she wished to caress me that way) I felt not her tongue but the sharp blow of the rod. I yelped in surprise and alarm and all of a sudden I felt her fingers about my mouth, stuffing something therein to keep me quiet.

“My stocking shall keep you quiet, Miss!” said she. “You bad girl, to have Master Frederick outrage my bottom so. You must be punished for it.” She whacked away with such a will that I thought she might draw blood, and had she not filled my mouth with that piece of fragrant silk I should have quite yelled out.

I let her have her will on me and after a few more thrashes she seemed satisfied. Pulling me to her and kissing me with ardour, she said, “There now, that is enough punishment. Let us engage in more loving touches, my dear.” Reversing upon me, she applied her mouth to my pussey and I was not behindhand in tasting her treasure. She played with my bottom-hole too, but while she could only get one finger inside me without pain, I could get three of mine into her. Soon we both sighed in pleasure and spent mutually. She wiped both our pussies dry with the silk stocking. Then, cuddled in each other’s arms we drifted into a satisfied sleep.

We were woken by Mary coming into the room to make the beds, for it was mid-morning and she expected us to be up and about. And just as Alice had predicted, she saw nothing wrong with two little girls tucked up in bed together, for in her eyes we were just children. “Ah, Mary, we were telling each other ghost stories last night and I became so scared that an ogre would stick his sword in me, I had to sleep with Beatrice,” Alice explained.

It was a stroke of luck that Alice’s birch rod and the silk stocking, soiled with the juices of our night’s love, were hidden beneath the blankets else I do not know what Mary would have thought. But disaster was avoided. Alice dismissed the maid and we set about dressing, and you will not be surprized to hear we exchanged a few loving touches as we did so.

For that day’s diversions I came up with the idea that we should recite passages from the Shakspeare in Frederick’s room. Bidding him get the book, we took turns in giving some of the more famed speeches. Alice turned out to excel at the pastime, able to produce the most impressive range of voices. If you had your eyes shut, you would have sworn that Ophelia and Perdita were spoken by different girls - the former refined and elegant, the latter rustic but filled with simple honesty. Fred and I took our turns, and even the parents joined in, but the crown went to Alice. She told me later that she had often played with the children of the servants when she was younger and had learned to mimic a wide range of voices.

Fred and Alice went for a long walk in the grounds towards dusk and when they returned both were glowing with more than the effects of a perambulation. As Alice gave me a chaste kiss of greeting on the cheek (for there were several servants in attendance) she whispered in my ear, “The narrower gate of paradise is easier to get through once you know the way.”

After dinner we played faro, inviting several of the older staff to join in since the aunt was present and there would be no opportunity for any indecencies. As we retired for the night Alice took me to one side and said in a low voice, “Dear, I have a head- ache and I am a little sore behind, so you shall have Frederick to yourself if you are in the mood for a romp.”

Naturally I went to Fred’s room and we enjoyed a slow, languorous fuck. Fred explained that he wanted to maintain some of his energies for Lucy’s return the next day and so we did not attain the heights of lubricity we had achieved the night before. But before I left Fred’s room he asked me to make water for him, which I did. I then held his cock as he urinated and even licked up the drops from his shaft when the stream ended. I was indeed feeling an increasing willingness for this intimate display and it made me desirous of another turn with Fred; but he would save his powers for his Lucy, and so I returned to my chamber still in an excited mood. But Alice too was hors d’combat and so needs must I sleep with passions still burning.

The parents returned the next day, as did Lucy, and so the house was once again full of life. Fred made his assignation with Lucy and Alice told me she too had made a compact with Mr. William to spend that night in his room. I was of course happy for their impending delight, but where should I find satisfaction?

The answer did not take long to occur to me; Mr. Marchmont. The butler’s tale had made clear his penchant for younger partners and though he had so far taken a properly formal attitude to me I was confident I could draw him out. He was, I knew, a keen amateur botanist and was proud of his collection of specimens from around the dominions. He liked to talk about this and so I prevailed upon him for a lecture. He agreed to the appointment and bid me meet him there a few hours hence. I gave some thought to how best make my attack upon him. I had a Garibaldi shirt in my wardrobe, a style that had just come in. It showed my developing figure off to good effect and if I did not button it fully it would give him a peep at my little breasts. I chose the sheerest silk stockings I had, to show my legs at their best, and no drawers so that I might have a chance to crouch down and expose my cunny.

Mr. Marchmont was waiting for me in the hothouse and began to discuss his collection. Had I been less heated (an effect increased by the moist warmth of our surroundings) this might have had some interest. But my goal was pleasure, not learning. As Mr. Marchmont pointed out this plant and that, I leant down to inspect his treasures, hoping he should take a glance at mine. But he seemed wholly oblivious to my strategy.

There was an orange tree in the glasshouse, and it had been trained in growing so that its trunk formed a kind of bench. I sat upon this bench carelessly holding my legs apart. And, again - nothing! There was perhaps a twitch in his breeches as he saw my little nook, yet hardly more than a stir. My dear Walter, it was one of the few times in my life I had failed in a seduction. Most puzzling! I knew he had a taste for the young cunny and here was a young cunny for him; we were unlikely to be surprized and could enjoy a frolic. But he made no attempt, not even placing a hand upon me.