“You seem all worked up, Caroline,” said the matter-of-fact Freda, securing a towel and carefully drying her hands. “Does it hurt you or something?”
“Oh, Freda!” murmured the agitated Caroline. “Do not ask me such foolish questions and give me that towel that you hold there like a statue in your hands!”
Freda threw the towel to Caroline, who, after holding it in her hand a moment, drew up her petticoat carefully and placed it between her thighs, not as yet venturing to dry herself, so acute was the tingling that still persisted in her feminine parts.
After a few moments she arose to her feet and carefully wiping the moisture from between her thighs, threw the towel in a comer and arranged her apparel. Freda, meanwhile, surveyed the actions of her sister with curious glances.
“I know that the actions that you just have undergone, dear sister, instill you with a feeling that is perfectly wonderful,” said Freda, again seating herself on the bedside. “I felt that I was about to go insane, the night that you and I, sweet sister, were in your bed together! Surely you remember it, dear Caroline?”
“Yes, yes,” replied Caroline somewhat impatiently, now that her sexual urge had been gratified. “I remember all about it. Now come, get ready to go! I am going downstairs.”
“But, Caroline,” remonstrated Freda, flouting herself about enticingly on the bed, and regarding her elder sister saucily. “I know you like to undergo that feeling also! Why not, in consideration for what I have done, why not do it to me?”
“Freda!” said Caroline impatiently, turning to her younger sister, “uncle is awaiting me, and besides that, if you desire to experience a spasm of that pleasure, you are well constituted to bring it about yourself! I really have to hurry now!”
“Uncle will wait,” said Freda in a complacent tone of voice. “Besides,” she added, “I think, Caroline, that I have been very nice to you, and I want you to do what gives me the same exquisite pleasure that you just have experienced. If you do not, Caroline, I will without an instant's delay inform our uncle that you were in the stable the other day talking to Carl, the stableboy. That, my dear sister, will not increase the tender feelings that he has for you, in view of what has already transpired.”
“Why, Freda,” cried Caroline, blushing furiously and trying to appear shocked. “How can you, my sister, say such a thing! I just happened to be passing there, and stopped as anyone might do, merely to say hello to Carl! I was not even within the barn!”
“I know,” said Freda meaningly. “I know that you were not inside, but uncle, when I tell him, will imagine almost anything, and you may be sure, dear sister, I will make it my duty to inform him, should you see fit to act the high lady with me, your devoted sister.”
Caroline made no response to this pointed speech of her younger sister. True, she had only stopped, as she had said, to exchange a word with the handsome stableboy, but Lord Roxboro, after listening to Freda's well-garbled account, which Caroline knew Freda would carefully embellish, judged that the stem guardian would think wrongly. She thought it best to placate the little spy and later, she vowed, she would exact terrible tribute from Freda; in the meantime she assumed a placid expression and murmured:
“Why, Freda! I'm surprised at you. If you saw me, you know that I stopped for only a second to speak to Carl, and our conversation was just mere pleasantries; besides, we were outside the barn. Now remember, you minx, if you garble the tale and tell something entirely different to uncle, I'll positively make you regret it.”
“Oh don't be silly, Caroline,” said Freda. “I'll not say a word to uncle.” And she lay back on the bed and spread her legs. “That is, if you do not wish me to, I shall say nothing about it to him.”
Caroline gave a little cry of vexation. To have this chit of a sister dictate to her was really more than her sensitive nature could endure; however, diplomatically, she decided to make the best of a bad bargain:
“All right, Freda,” she murmured with affected carelessness. “Get up out of there and take your pants off and I'll do it to you this time, as you apparently need a little fun.”
Freda, delighted to see that she had accomplished her aim, jumped up and threw her arms about her sister. “Ah, Caroline, I knew that you would be agreeable. I knew that you would do it, Caroline dear, and really, Caroline, I wouldn't have mentioned this episode with Carl, but for the fact that I wanted you to do it. You know that I like you and would do anything in the world for you, Caroline.”
“Come, come, Freda,” said Caroline impatiently, anxious to get rid of her charge and have her unwelcome bargain over with as soon as possible. “Come, Freda! Enough of this, please take off your pants, so that I can get at you.”
Freda made a quick movement, throwing up her dress, and quickly unbuttoned her drawers, allowing them to fall upon the floor; after stepping out of them, she picked them up and hurled them on a chair.
Still standing in the center of the room, she glanced roguishly at Caroline while she held her skirts aloft and twirled about, exposing her bare thighs and posterior.
Caroline glanced at her with ill-concealed impatience, disliking the task before her and afraid to show too much resentment about it.
“Come, Freda, let us begin. Hop on the bed, and spread your legs wide apart.”
As Freda clambered up on the bed, her skirts gathered about her, exposing her bare limbs and the downy spot, Caroline could not repress a little envious admiration for the well-rounded thighs and the plump posterior.
Freda rolled over on the bed and raised her legs to an angle of forty-five degrees and exposed her sensitive organ to the gaze of Caroline, who immediately sank to her knees and inserted an exploring finger within the hectic portals of her garden of love.
She placed her finger on Freda's clitoris, and found it erect and swollen like a boyish pintle, and Freda wiggled and squirmed about the bed beneath Caroline's deft touches.
“Oh Caroline, Caroline, inside, please inside. Just like I did in yours,” murmured Freda, wiggling in ecstatic abandonment.
She realized that to insert it and work briskly as Freda had done would no doubt cause considerable pain, but with a brisk movement she rammed her finger into the sensitive slit and toward the tightly closed channel of her virgin sister.
“O-o-o-o!” screamed Freda, looking startled, and with an agonized scream, she leaped off the bed, a look of bewildered astonishment on her pain-wracked countenance.
Caroline had prodded her finger into the tightened grove and opened her vagina.
“Oh, Caroline. O-o-o-o! You hurt, you are too rough,” and she hopped about like a startled fawn, holding on to her lacerated coosie.
“Well, you wanted it, didn't you? You insisted that I insert my finger into you, just as you had in mine. Well, that is all that I did,” said Caroline, looking maliciously at the sobbing Freda.
Poor Freda moaned and doubled herself up, a picture of bewildered resentment.
Caroline gazed, at the afflicted girl for a few moments, when suddenly a feeling of compassion overcame her resentment of Freda's former attitude and, as Freda turned her tearstained face to Caroline, she moved impulsively to her.
Freda moved back and exclaimed, “No, no! Caroline, You are too rough, and it hurts dreadfully, whatever you did to me.”
Caroline knelt beside her and placed an arm about the dejected Freda. “There, there, Freda dear,” she crooned as she drew her sister to her and held her close. “Don't be alarmed. Sister Caroline didn't mean to hurt you. I will not hurt you any more, Freda.”
“But you did, Caroline,” sobbed Freda, pushing down her dress and drawing away from Caroline. But Caroline held her fast in her arms and, again managing to get beneath Freda's clothes, she sought out the sensitive spot and with an expert touch massaged it gently.