“Go on, Robert!” Sarah spat at him and slapped his buttocks. His eyes screwed up. Rose’s was the tightest cunny he had yet entered, though not perhaps as tight as my bottom had first been to him. He seized her hips. The movement, otherwise forbidden, was overlooked in the flurrying, writhing passion of the moment.
“Dooo-doo-doo-dooooh!” sobbed Rose and then with the most urgent strivings of his young manly cock he was in her to his balls which hung beneath her nest like two large pendants.
The bed shook and squeaked. A faint squelch was heard as his penis half withdrew and them rammed in again. Rose tried in vain to scrabble forward, but was held.
“Slowly, Robert-she must have full pleasure of it!”
So my voice sounded and he stared into my eyes, his vision bleared, I am sure, by the sucking tightness of her nest. Far a long moment then while he strained and worked her, our eyes remained locked and a perfect understanding seemed to pass between us. Panting heavily as he was he seemed to be inhabiting a world of his own, causing Rose’s bottom now to smack loudly against his belly while she beat for a moment feebly on the quilt, then buried her face in her arms and uttered the sweetest little moans which in turn were answered by his. Answering my command, his well-oiled pestle moved more slowly. His look became quite agonised. Stepmama would have kept him at it, but a certain tenderness had seized me. It came upon me for a moment that I would take him to my bed that night and bring his mouth and tongue to mine the while we fucked, yet that I knew would spoil him.
“Come, Robert-sperm her,” I murmured.
“Har! Hooo! He mustn’t! Don’t!”
Too late. His jaw sagged. The pellets of sperm leapt from his prick, full-embedded as he then was and as his bleared eyes showed. Ramming, the cream ran back along his cock, so fruitfully did he spout, his face softening all the while until he had expended to the last in her and uttered a huge sigh, his hands falling as though guiltily from her hips while Rose fell forward, squirming from off his cock, and sobbed loudly.
I was not misled by her. Such tantrums often show. The minx would have come a dozen times since I first fingered her. Taking Robert’s arm, Sarah led him out, reluctant as he seemed to leave. I would guard the expression in my eyes when next I looked at him, I told myself.
“Oh-woh-woh, you have made me do it!” Rose whimpered and curled herself up, having slyly observed his departure by peeping under her arm.
“And shall do so again,” I said, but then cuddled her into me and kissed her all about the face and neck. “Would your Mama not be proud of you? Oh, she would,” I chuckled warmly. A little murmur reached my ears and I turned her upon her back and gazed down into her shy eyes.
“I have b… b… been naughty,” said she as though in great surprise.
“Naughty is as naughty does, my sweet, but we have nothing of naughtiness here-only obedience. Bad Robert, he held you, did he not, and should not have done.”
“He did, yes.” Her voice was sulky but, I noticed, not displeased.
“You will have to punish bad Robert, will you not, and Phillip too, and all the wicked men.”
“Yes. Oh! but what do you mean?” She sat up suddenly and sagged against me, waiting as I knew for me to speak. I lectured her quietly then, quelled her protests and made her listen. How much she absorbed I know not, but it did not matter for the moment.
“Come,” I said when I had concluded, “tidy yourself, as I must myself. Oh, goodness what a mess I am! Brush my hair and then I will do yours. Shall we do that?”
She nodded, knew not whether to grin or not to grin, but seemed mollified. Once presentable again, I made to lead her down.
“Oh, but where is Robert?” she asked and would have dragged back.
“Why, he has been a bad boy and is kept to his room, darling, and will be spanked by Mama if he comes out. What a red bottom he will have, won’t he?”
She giggled and put her hand to her mouth as if she should have not, but could not veil the mischief in her eyes. Even so her feet still dragged, though I maintained patience with her and got her at last to the top of the stairs.
“Wh… wh… where is Phillip?” she asked in awe.
“He is going to be a bad boy with you later-we know that, don’t we? — so he is kept to his room also and will be put back afterwards.”
“Oh-woh!” Rose gasped but allowed herself then to be led down where tea had just been brought in and my stepmother and Sarah received her as graciously as they might an older guest, flattering her with their attentions and subtle praises-though hinting at nothing that had occurred-until she blushed with pleasure, gazing at me for confirmation that all was such and I nodding.
“Progress her quickly if you can.”
The words were whispered to my ear by Stepmama while Rose was diverted by Sarah showing her some new embroidery.
I nodded fervently. I was to be given free rein and was proud thereof, but a further explanation was then afforded me as my stepmother addressed herself to Rose.
“I have word that your Mama and Papa are to visit on Saturday. Will that not be nice?”
Rose’s face was a picture. A crumb of cake fell from her lips. A sound was emitted from her throat that might have meant either “No” or “Yes.” I am sure that in her mind she fell between the two.
“Rose has been such a good girl, Mama,” said I.
“That I am sure of and will continue to be so long as she is in your hands. Where, then, is Phillip?” my stepmother asked in great innocence, causing Rose to all but curl up in her chair.
“Why, we know he is going to be naughty, Mama, so have put him to his room,” Sarah said.
“Tut tut! How well you did! They are ever so-Robert and your Papa and Charlie and Tim. I shall whip them all myself if they do not mend their ways, and so will Rose, I am sure. Will you, my sweet?”
So saying, my stepmama got up and chucked Rose playfully beneath the chin, though taking care to bring her eyes full up to hers and so held her with all the magnetism of her gaze.
“Oh! Oh yes!” Rose stammered.
“I will give her a birch of her own, Mama, for she will need it. Especially after tonight,” I added slyly.
“What treasures you all are! I feel quite protected by you! Why, I do believe that if they are to be all naughty then they shall be so in front of us and then we will know the better to punish them. What say you, Rose?”
“Yes.” The word seemed impelled from her lips by some force beyond herself.
“Good,” my stepmama said crisply and released her chin, then smiled and bent to kiss her forehead, much to Rose’s surprise. Then straightening up, she said to me, “Come, dear, we have much to do. Sarah will meanwhile instruct Rose further.” Following her quickly into the hall and making sure to close the door, I asked her what was immediately to do.
“Prepare Phillip, my pet, and put him to her within the hour. Have Bertha assist you, for an older woman will overawe him more.”
“Yes, Mama. Will Rose’s parents truly come on Saturday?”
Her eyes expressed surprise. “Of course, my love. I have so arranged it. Messengers are very quick, you know. I feel certain they may be persuaded to stay awhile. What busyness there will be and so much to do.”
With a merry laugh she preceded me upstairs and was gone to her room, to attend to Papa perhaps, though I knew not whether he was about the house or not, so smoothly was all worked by Bertha.
Taking the key she had handed me, I entered Philip’s room. He sat quietly upon his bed reading, but started up when I entered. His face held an expression of awe and I guessed that either my stepmama or Bertha had already spoken to him. Of the same height as his sister, I was thus a little superior to him. His jacket, tie and all save his shirt, trousers and socks had already been removed. The path had already been smoothed for me.
“How old are you, Phillip?” I asked gently, though already knowing.