“You stripped naked before uncle?” gasped Caroline. “Uncle had you before him in all your pristine purity?”
“Yes, and what is more, he permitted me to undress him before we lay down to rest,” giggled Freda.
“You undressed uncle!” said the astonished Caroline, burning with envy.
“I took off every single piece of clothing he had on and he stood there before me naked as the day he was born, his old jock shriveled and shrunken like a prune.”
“Naked. You naked and uncle naked!” gasped Caroline, pretending complete astonishment.
“Absolutely, and what is more, I have to go back there in a little while,” said Freda.
“Go back there for what?” asked Caroline.
“Why, silly, to awaken him. You know that uncle likes to be awakened in the most novel manner?” And she winked at Caroline.
“Why, Freda, what do you mean?” snapped Caroline, vexed. But her curiosity was thoroughly aroused by the audacious wink.
“Nothing in particular,” said Freda, trying to appear nonchalant; then, seeing that she was not going to get away with this, she said, “Now, Carrie. Please don't ever breathe a syllable. I was not supposed to tell. This is a secret between uncle and me. No, no, no, please don't ask me,” and she stopped, placing her hand to her mouth, terror-stricken at the idea that she was about to reveal the secret.
“Oh, come!” said Caroline impatiently. “Why all this nonsense?”
“But I am not supposed to tell this, not supposed to mention it to a soul,” gasped Freda.
“Come, Freda, don't be absurd. This is no time for such nonsense! Come, out with it-how are you supposed to awaken uncle? I promise never to mention it to a living soul.”
“You won't tell anyone, and never mention to uncle that I have said anything about our plan?”
“No, Freda, I promise that I shall never say a word to uncle or anyone else in regard to your novel plan for arousing uncle and calling him back to this world.”
“Well, Caroline,” said Freda, seating herself on the bed opposite. “Uncle told me that when he had finished his rest, that I was to come to the room-in about two hours. That would give him ample time to store up a fresh supply of fluid, and nature would in the meantime restore his former vigor. He told me that in two hours I was to come into the room and of course I was to shed all my apparel.”
“He requested that you appear naked again before him?” said Caroline.
“Stark naked. And I was to softly approach the bed, and gently take his you-know-what, Caroline, and by tonguing it, he would slowly awaken.” She glanced in triumph at sister Caroline, who presented a picture of baffled envy at the prospect of Freda entering into the adjoining room and performing such a service for their uncle.
Caroline was silent for a moment. “Freda dear, I have an idea, and I am wondering if you will do me a favor.” She drew Freda to her and implanted a fervent kiss upon her rosy passionate lips.
“Why, certainly,” said Freda. “If it is anything that I can conveniently perform, you know I will.”
However, she became instantly upon her guard, as she suspected that Caroline was not altogether trustworthy and perhaps might even desire to perform the service upon uncle. “Well, Caroline, what is it?”
“Freda, dear. Let me go into the room and awaken uncle instead of you, like a good girl,” coaxed Caroline, figuring that in this way she could again regain her favor with Lord Roxboro and retrieve what she had lost when he found her in the embrace of the stableboy.
“No, no,” said Freda firmly. “Now, just because I told you about it, you want to go and do it instead of me and have all the fun. Well, I should say not.”
“If you don't, then I shall go to uncle and tell him all that you have told me about your relations together,” cried Caroline, thinking that this line would bring Freda to terms, and carefully watching to ascertain how she took all this.
“Oh, fiddlesticks!” rejoined Freda with vast disdain. “Go ahead, Miss Tittle-Tattle, go ahead and tell all you wish. Ha! I know a way to cook your goose if you do, however.”
“Oh, Freda!” gasped Caroline, alarmed because Freda was quite capable of any threat she made. “Freda, you realize that I wouldn't do any such thing. I only said that to fool you. I was joking with you.”
“Yes, Caroline, I know your brand of jokes. They have doubtless every other merit but that of humor. However, you were not joking about desiring to awaken uncle, were you?”
“No, Freda, I wasn't joking about going in to awaken uncle, because it means so very much to me. I could regain my favor with him undoubtedly, and I'll repay you handsomely, Freda, if you will only permit me to do the awakening. Will you, Freda?”
“For the last time, Caroline, there is nothing that you can offer that would induce me to forego the pleasure of awakening uncle. I must firmly and absolutely say that I will not grant your request. This is final,” said Freda, thoroughly enjoying for the first time having her sister so completely at her mercy.
“Oh,” moaned Caroline, bursting into tears and moaning piteously. “You are so mean to me, I wish that I were dead. Everyone is perfectly horrible.”
“Oh bosh, Caroline,” replied the practical Freda. “I know what you want; you just desire to feel his prong pushing up into your belly again.
“By golly,” mused Freda, “nearly time. Well, I must be going, Caroline dear.” And skipping blithely to the door, she departed.
She entered the hall, her veins tinkling with a delectable thrill at the approaching bout with the lascivious Roxboro.
Opening the door of her dainty room, she found his lordship still asleep on the ivory bed. Carefully closing the door, she shot the bolt as an extra measure of caution from the prying Caroline, and then she approached the bed softly and stood there a moment in the dim light. Lord Roxboro slumbered peacefully.
Slowly and softly, she lifted the downy counterpane from off his slumbering frame.
Enrapt, she stood there surveying the naked manly form; her eyes eagerly sought out that haven of maidenly interest, and she avidly drank in all the alluring enchantment of his ravishing person.
The object of her attention was, if anything, more shrunken and shriveled than before, like an ancient prune, and for a moment she despaired and wished she had permitted Caroline to have entertained in her place. It was beyond her powers of imagination to picture any sort of restorative that would bring back this insignificant object to anything like its former glory.
She gazed in amazement at the little object lying upon the huge testicles and wondered how it was, by what stroke of magic, she was expected to bring it to such a rampant state as she had formerly seen it in.
Then suddenly bethinking of his lordship's desire for her to appear in the nude before the performance, she hastened to comply with his wishes.
Stepping quickly from the soft folds that enveloped her glorious body, she approached the bed. Softly as the snow-flakes fluttering upon the ground, she approached the bed and seated herself quietly by the side of the sleeping figure.
Gently she raised the soft pintle and surveyed it, gazing at its ruby head and the mass of dark hair mounted above.
Slowly she fingered his flaccid staff and then, imagining that it was time to begin the performance, she lowered her head and opened the ruby lips of her pouting mouth and pressed it down upon his penis.
The utter flaccidity of the organ enabled her to take it in to its entire length, and she mouthed it gently, her lips resting on the hair of his stomach as she shot down on the long stag.
She felt him move slowly and restlessly, and the prong began to rise and stiffen under her liquid caresses. In answer to this she tongued more valiantly, until it became swollen to a rigidity that was marvelous.
She tongued more rapidly and was amazed to see how quickly it responded to the treatment, until at last she was barely able to take in the head of the rosy monster.