Overcome, still fully clothed, they lay in sound dreamless sleep, and the following morning, the lord, making his usual round, found both girls in this entrancing position, their girlish treasures exposed, a white tiny hand resting over them, as if guarding them from an alien intrusion.
The fall season was now fast approaching, and the verdure of Roxboro Mansion was now taking on a golden hue. Freda and her older sister had not yet been at the mansion six weeks, and were delighted with their surroundings. Lord Roxboro gave them every care and lavished upon them every affection, allowing them free play in the manner of purchasing wearing apparel, and it seemed as though their lives were to be one sweet, long song.
One day Caroline was discussing matters with Freda, matters which dealt with that fascinating tonic-sex.
“Do you recollect, sweet sister, the time we watched uncle give it to Marie in such splendid fashion? Remember Caroline?” asked Freda.
“Yes,” said Caroline, her cheeks mantling with shame and perhaps a tinge of passion, as she recalled this sensual performance; her passionate uncle debauching the pretty maid, Marie. “I remember, Freda dear, what about it?”
“Oh, nothing,” replied her pert young sister, casting a look upon Caroline. “I merely asked you if you did still remember it. As for myself'-and here she shook her pretty head decidedly-“I would like, on my part, to see it done all over again! I like to see things like that! The spectacle of Ethel, the demure widow, was a scene that will leave in my mind the most pleasant of recollections that I will treasure for all time. Should I ask, Caroline, uncle to do it all over again, for our particular benefit? Yes?” she queried, looking at Caroline to see if this idea met with her elder sister's approval.
“Be still, Freda,” commanded Caroline, her own mind in a tumult of emotion as she again pictured the lustful rape of the fair maid by her sensual-minded uncle. “You know very well that you should not speak in this manner. Uncle, I am sure, would not like to hear you talking that way.”
“Uncle would not like it?” sniffed the unquenchable Freda. “Why, Caroline, I am surprised at you for that remark! I in my own mind believe that uncle seems to delight in these things. The time that he rammed that thing of his, all erect and hanging, the veins of it looking as if they were about to burst with their throbbing, up far into your waiting belly seemed to make you leap and gyrate about as if you were about to fly to the ceiling. How did it really feel to you, while it was in you, my dear sister? Tell me.”
“Hush! Hush!” breathed Caroline, fearfully agitated by these remarks of her younger sister, as she placed a restraining finger over Freda's lips. “You should never, never ask questions like that, Freda! Hush! I command you!”
This growing curiosity of Freda for the feel of a manly staff within her tiny cleft, was something that worried Caroline. She surmised that sooner or later, Freda's tiny channel would prove a glove for the monstrous organ of her sensual uncle, and dreaded what she knew was to become a certainty.
Not that she cared for Freda so much, but of late, it seemed to her that she wanted the sensual Lord Roxboro completely to herself. Despite her cautions, her young sister still discoursed lively upon this forbidden topic, and Caroline sadly regretted that she had ever allowed her younger sister to view her actions with her passionate uncle.
She resolved to change in the future, and despite Freda's wondering protests, she refused to discuss this subject that filled the younger girl's mind completely.
Freda, however, persisted in bringing this matter up whenever they were alone, and one day, while Caroline and her sister were in Caroline's room eagerly engaged in inspecting some new finery that Lord Roxboro had recently purchased for Caroline, Freda said:
“Sister dear, why is it that you do not like it when I speak of the things that uncle has done to you and Marie?”
“Hush! Freda,” murmured Caroline, her cheeks mantling red at Freda's question. “Girls of your age are not supposed to discuss such things.”
“But I want to know, Caroline!” pouted Freda, seating herself on the bed and laying a hand upon Caroline's knee. Caroline was without her dress, having only a short petticoat and brassiere covering her.
At the touch of her sister's hand upon her silken knees, she drew back a bit and, clasping her own trembling hand over Freda's, squeezed it gently. Freda immediately disengaged her hand and slipped it adroitly beneath the short petticoat that Caroline wore; she thrust it upward and allowed it to rest on her sister's bare thigh. She moulded and patted this bare flesh, causing Caroline to become prey to the most delicious sensations.
“No! Freda! No!” whispered Caroline, twisting about under this contact. “Remove your hand! I beg you!”
“Little Fraidy-Cat!” murmured Freda, growing bolder. “Does my sister think that I am going to hurt her? There! That is where I wanted to get!” she cried triumphantly, thrusting her eager fingers within the outer lips of Caroline's sheath, and gently massaging the fleshy knob that was now throbbing and erect.
“Freda! Freda!” sighed Caroline, gently falling upon her back on the bed. Now that her sister had gained that vantage Caroline was unable to resist, her thighs were widely outspread, eager and open for the titillating fingers. “Freda! I beg you! Not too hard! Freda! Dearest!”
Freda scrambled to her knees and, pushing up Caroline's petticoat, again replaced her titillating finger. Caroline's secret charms were displayed to the delighted eyes of her younger sister; the thin transparent drawers slashed wide open in the center, revealing all her sweet self to Freda, she thrashed and twisted, a voluptuous symbol of sensuality, as Freda's moving finger, attuned to her wiggles, gave her the most divine sensations! “Not inside, Freda dear! Not inside, my beloved sister! Just content yourself by rubbing gently that hard little knob that projects its head between my inner lips! Slow and easy, dear!” And reaching down, she grasped Freda's bare arm and squeezed lovingly.
Freda, however, had her own ideas as to how this important matter should be conducted, and continued to drive her finger in and out of Caroline's moist and quivering slit; burying it to the root, she marveled at the sensual girl's leaps and tosses. Emboldened by this, she essayed to introduce a second one, causing Caroline to cease her writhing and give vent to a cry of terrified pain.
“Oo-o-o-h! Freda!” she cried. “You hurt me! What on earth are you trying to do? That is not the proper way to do. Do as I have told you. The other way. On that knob, that is so sensitive to me.”
Freda, upon hearing this argument from her elder sister, realized the logic of it and returned her fingertip to Caroline's fleshy button. After an instant's titillation, she felt it throb strongly beneath her touches, and sensed from the delirious Caroline's movements and actions that the beautiful girl was about to vent forth her flow. Quickening her fingerings, she gazed up expectantly into her sister's face and cried:
“Now is the time! This is it, my dear Caroline! Is this it, my dear sister?”
But Caroline was at that present moment in no fit state to answer the queries of her curious sister. “Freda! Freda!” she moaned, her voice rising to a peculiar pitch as her whole body tossed and trembled wildly as the divine climax began in no uncertain way to manifest itself. “Freda dear! Faster, dear girl! Faster! I come! I come! There! There! There! T-h-e-r-e!” she murmured, throwing her whole body upward to meet the contact of her younger sister. The hot dew drenched Freda's hand and wrist, the gouty flow of the hot, sticky fluid spurting forth in convulsive jets. “O-h-hh! O-o-o-o-oh! Freda! Stop! Stop! I command you!”
Freda, satisfied, ceased her manipulations, and Caroline, squeezing her legs together, turned upon her side and lay panting upon the bed.