His mouth had been moved away from her cunny, but she knew that could soon be rectified. Again she took the lead as they rearranged themselves so that they could suck each other at the same time.
Faith held his hard cock lovingly in her hand and stared at it just inches from her mouth. Her tongue flicked out and licked at it. The reddish head felt like velvet so she licked it again.
The second lick was enough to convince her that it would be lovely to suck so she drew it into her mouth and closed her lips around it. She felt the lovely hard thing twitch a little inside her and wondered how it was going to feel when it was pushed into her cunny. For now though, it was sufficient to just keep sucking on it.
Already, the boy's mouth had found its way back into her crotch and he was again licking and sucking in that delightful way. This time it was even better, his two hands cupped the cheeks of her bum and rubbed as they drew her body ever closer to his hungry mouth.
There were things she wanted to say to him, but it just wasn't possible. Surely, she reminded herself, if it's bad manners to talk with one's mouth full of food, then it must be even worst to attempt to do so with the mouth filled with beautiful cock. Instead of worrying, she just went on sucking contentedly as she wondered if he really would fill her mouth with cream and whether it would taste like the cream which formed on top of milk.
And then she was forced to forget about her brother and his cream completely. Something great was beginning to happen deep in the bottom of her belly.
It was something like the feeling that came after she had fingered her cunny for a long time only much stronger and better. Instinct told her that it was only beginning and as her brother's tongue continued to lick inside, she knew this was so.
At last, she heard her moans, only partially stifled by his prick as her whole body seemed to rise from the bed and float free in mid air.
Still the sensation became greater and she wondered when and if it would ever stop. Her body jerking, strange sounds issuing from her mouth, she discovered what the end was really like.
Every muscle and nerve in her body became deliciously raw for what seemed like an eternity. She throbbed all over like a fiddle string being played by a master musician.
With a final, delicious shudder it passed and she fell in a near swoon to the bed. Finding the cock still in her mouth, she began sucking it very hard then and in just a minute, she heard him groan and guessed that the same thing was about to happen to him.
And then her mouth and throat were being showered with a thick, rich cream. It tasted not at all bad and provided a soft lining to her throat as she gulped it all down and sucked for more.
Weakly, Clyde tore his bird away from her. His voice sounded as weak as the rest of him as he begged her to stop before he died.
The other voice was suddenly stronger, much stronger. It came from Elizabeth who stood in the doorway looking shocked as she stared wide eyed at the tangled, naked bodies twisting in passion on the bed.
“Filthy, sinful children,” she almost shrieked. “Get up this instant. Your father will hear of this.”
For a little while, the brother and sister huddled together for protection as the woman continued to heap abuse on them for the terrible sin they had committed.
The words hit them like thongs of a whip and seemed to curl painfully around their unprotected bodies. They winced under the pressure until Clyde, as if filled with the need to protect his sister from the verbal attack, struck back.
“How dare you call us sinful and evil, you dirty whore.” Elizabeth froze into silence at the venom in his tone. “I saw my father licking your cunt, I saw him push his big prick into you and shoot cream in your slit. I saw you take his wet cock in your mouth and suck on it. We're no dirtier or more evil than you and he are. What we were doing we learned from watching the two of you in dad's study.”
Elizabeth, her face white with shock at the horror of what she had heard from him, seemed to rock back and forth for a moment. She learned how it felt to be lashed and stung by words.
“So that's what it is, is it?” she managed at last. “By your own admission, you are spies who creep around the house peeping at your own father and your tutor. Your arses will pay for this.”
Having gotten off to such a good start, Clyde sensed he should wrest the offensive back from her and offer some counter attack. He didn't know how to do it though. She had punished him too often to permit him to take back the offensive. She had threatened to make his arse pay and he was helpless.
“Come with me this instant.” She was not shrieking now. Her voice had regained complete control and was filled with an authority they both understood.
Almost sheepishly, they got off the bed and began to fumble for their clothes.
“Leave your clothes where they are,” she snapped curtly. “We are going to see your father and I want him to see you just the way I found you.”
A new terror gripped both the children then. The rage of their tutor had been one thing, but that of their father was something else. Although he had never really beaten either of them, except to administer the coup de grace, both were filled with terror at the thought of how he would react at this development.
With all his heart, Clyde wished he had kept his mouth shut about what he had seen in his father's den. Still, it was too late, he knew. All he could do now was try to find the strength to survive what would happen at any minute now.
Meekly, the boy and girl, naked and no longer excited, walked down the long hall ahead of the woman as if walking to face the executioner.
Edward Cartwright
The Family Man
CHAPTER EIGHT
“What's the meaning of this,” Harry Brougham roared as the door to his study burst open and the two stark naked children walked in ahead of the stern looking tutor.
His rage was quite justified. Not only had the sanctity of his study been breached, but it had been done at the very moment when he was attempting to pull his trousers up.
His battle weary cock dangled limp as he hurriedly gathered it up and hid it inside his pants.
“You need not be concerned about modesty, Harry,” the woman used his first name for the first time in the presence of the children. “Wait until you hear what I have to tell you.”
In measured tones then, she told the man how she had caught them stark naked in the act of sucking each other off.
Harry was struck dumb at the enormity of her words. He couldn't bring himself to believe it.
“Here,” Elizabeth went on as she pushed Faith toward her father. “Look into her mouth, smell it, you'll find the scent of the boy's sperm is still strong there.”
Without even bothering to do as she told him, Harry knew she was telling the truth. His daughter had indeed sucked the cock of her brother. To his surprise and great shock, he was filled not only with anger, but with a frightening sexual arousal at the thought.
So often he had looked at the bared body of his rapidly maturing body while her arse danced under the cane or the birch.
He had noted then the womanly qualities of her in all their excitement. Now, the thought of her preferring her sweet little cunt to be sucked while sucking a stiff prick caused him to tremble.
As for his son, Harry felt jealousy as much as anything else. There was anger, it is true, but jealousy seemed to be even stronger. How dare the stupid, ignorant boy take from the girl what her own father had never dared. Clyde would pay for such daring, he vowed.
“They'll both be well punished for this,” the man almost screamed. “Bring whips and make them dance in payment for their evil.”
“Of course they must be punished, Harry, and punished well. May I suggest though that we should discuss the matter between us before going ahead with it?”
Sensing that the woman was in greater control of her thoughts then he, Harry nodded dumbly and, leaving the nude children standing beside each other in his den, followed her out of the room to find out what she had in mind for them.