Six Masters Island - Perverse Intentions

by Candace Smith

  The event was to be as flamboyantly impressive as any debutante’s cotillion, and Amelia looked forward to the compliments she would receive on her strapping, handsome son. To keep her peers from being distracted, or gossiping about her less than perfect issue, she devised a devious plan to keep Jeremy from attending the party. Two days before the event, she invited the widow Marsha to see the boys’ playroom, now filled with stereos, computers and exercise equipment… which only reminded Amelia more of Jeremy’s weakness. Marsha was suffering from her predictable, yearly, summer cold, and at Amelia’s suggestion, and before Thomas could make it across the room to stop her, the fat, conspiring matron made a huge production of hugging Jeremy and kissing him on the cheek. He had a fever by dinnertime, and spent the next week in bed, with Sarah keeping him filled with fluids and mopping his brow.

  The morning after the party, Widow Marsha was found by her housekeeper, her flabby form twisted and broken on the floor at the bottom of the stairs. There were quiet whispers about how much she had imbibed at the Kinsey’s gathering the evening before.

  Several weeks later, Thomas was called to his father’s den, and he left the room an hour later, scowling. Mr. Kinsey had told Sarah earlier, that they planned to send Thomas to a University in Europe. He was relieved, though not completely surprised, when she offered to stay and keep Jeremy company. Obviously, the young man did not need a nanny… unless he was sick again… but without Sarah’s companionship the boy might want to rely more on his parents. Sarah watched the boys silently stare at each other for a long time, and when they gave their slight nod, she crossed herself, feeling like a co-conspirator in whatever plan they had devised.

  In the middle of the night, Jeremy came to her, and he curled his thin frame beside her in the small bed like the boys used to do when they were young and thunderstorms were raging outside. He was wide-eyed and shaking, and she ran her fingers through his thin hair, stroking and comforting him, but she did not ask him what had frightened him so. When she awoke at dawn, he was gone.

  The house was quiet, and Sarah spent a moment looking out onto the mists in the garden before slipping into the boys’ room and watching them sleep. Thomas lay beside Jeremy with the covers of his own bed undisturbed, and she glanced on the floor. Silently picking up Thomas’ muddy sneakers, she brought them to the bathroom and wiped off the dirt with tissue, flushed the evidence down the toilet, and walked back to the window to watch the sunrise over the trees.

  Tragedy in Martinsville - Authorities confirmed Wednesday night, Thomas and Amelia Kinsey’s late model vehicle swerved into the river by the Helana Junction as they made their way home from the political benefit for Senator Howard. At this time, the Sheriff reports no foul play, and initial findings suggest Mr. Kinsey was swerving to avoid hitting something in the roadway, and lost control of the vehicle. They are survived by their sons, Thomas and Jeremy Kinsey of Martinsville. Kinsey Tribune - June 21, 1986

  CHAPTER I

  It began as an innocent caper, merely sneaking into her room on a dare to himself. His heart hammered in his chest as he crept up the stairs, the sound of his footsteps on the carpet magnified in his ears as he neared the top. He was sure she could hear him, but when he had watched her, he had seen her flip her long hair over her shoulder while she flirted with him, only to run away laughing. He knew her parents were out of town and she would be alone, sleeping in the canopy bed. Maybe she would wake up. No, he would be careful… and she would not flip that blonde ponytail for anyone else. Crucial Needs

  After the funeral and the meeting with the lawyers, the boys decided to leave Mr. McFarland to run the newspaper, and the accountants to run the finances. Except for Sarah, all the household employees left for the evening. The cook, who stayed on until after dinner, was told she could now leave the food warming. They would serve themselves, and allow her to have supper with her family. After being assured her pay would remain the same, she was pleased with their generosity.

  At first, there was a long line of nosy well-wishers… mothers trying to position themselves and their flirtatious spoiled daughters in front of the most eligible young gentlemen in town. Without Amelia to influence the decisions, they paraded their daughters shamelessly before the young men.

  Thomas and Jeremy found it interesting, as neither had dated. They did not even appear upset when the young ladies invariably directed their attentions towards Thomas. It was the fifth girl, Jacquelyn Belmont, who smiled coyly at Thomas and flipped her wavy blonde tail over her shoulder while she winked and followed her mother to the car.

  When no calls were made, and no dates requested… even from the odd boy… the mothers reluctantly gave up, gossiping about the strange men who now owned half the town and yet had no interest in its most beautiful offerings. There were whispers about them being gay and even suggestions that the boys had an incestuous relationship after people remembered their unusual upbringing. At least, the oak doors to the Kinsey Plantation remained closed.

  The boys refurnished the master bedroom with an even larger four poster bed, and everything was decorated in black and burgundy. The bathroom was updated with a whirlpool tub and huge walk-in shower, all in black tile. The smaller room they had shared, which was large by normal standards, now housed elaborate computers and rows of bookshelves that were filling gradually with darker tales. Sarah watched silently as the boys she had raised disassembled the playroom until only the exercise equipment remained.

  She was almost thirty-five, and due to her stressful life, a few gray strands were already threading their way through her mousy brown hair. Fine lines were beginning to show at the edges of her blue eyes, but her figure was still slender and strong. She had stopped leaving the house for her allotted vacations and days off a decade ago, and only made quick, necessary trips to town. Her world lay behind the security of the massive oak doors, far from the dilapidated shacks in Bridgeville that she feared still yearned to ensnare her in its impoverished, hopeless embrace, and still caring for the boys who had replaced the family she would never have.

  They were men now… young, but with an eerie wisdom that she continued to find fascinating. An unexpected twinge of fearful jealousy had shot through her chest and low in her groin when the mothers began displaying their offspring. The young girls, so high bred and educated, classic beauties by birth… or by the help of a skillful surgeon… sashayed and giggled, twirled, or shamelessly seductively stretched, all to no avail.

  Her boys ignored them, other than the interest they showed any new exotic creature… one they would read and study… and Thomas would bring home to Jeremy. Oh yes, Sarah recognized the silent looks and nods, and she wondered what her new role would be. She was afraid to ask the twins if their plans would exile her from the estate. At eighteen, the young men certainly were in no need of a nanny.

  Sarah served dinner, and the three of them sat at one end of the massive, cherry wood dining table. “Would you like some wine? Technically, you’re not old enough, but one glass shouldn’t hurt, and I really think a cabernet would go well with this.”

  “That sounds marvelous, Sarah.” Thomas smiled, and she felt almost giddy that he reserved that secret look for only her, and Jeremy.

  Sarah walked to the sideboard, still floating on that magnificent smile, and she felt her panties dampen. Oh my god… no. She was shocked with her body’s reaction, and yet all she could see was Thomas’ flashing white teeth, glittering black eyes and dark wavy curls. She snuck a glance at Jeremy, and she knew she turned red when his calm gaze met hers with an equally pleased look, though much more gentle in appearance. Jeremy was as docile as Thomas was fierce, and standing at the sideboard, pouring deep red wine into three crystal glasses, Sarah realized her love for the boys, now young men, was changing into something that might be inappropriate.

  “Sarah, do you need help with the wine?” Thomas asked.

  “Nnno, I’ll be right there.” She was sure neither boy would miss the quiver in her voice, and for onc
e she was regretting their ability to understand things that others missed. Sarah managed to place the wine on the table without shaking too badly or spilling it, but her mind kept wandering to the silk strip between her thighs that was now drenched.

  They held up their wine for a toast, and Thomas stared at her crotch. “A wonderful bouquet, Sarah.” Her hand trembled while the boys reached out to barely touch her glass.

  After dinner, Sarah collected the dishes and placed them in the sink. She remained staring at the wine glasses, trying to organize her thoughts. Finally turning around, she yelped in surprise when she saw the boys silently standing by the door, watching her.

  “I’ll be going out in a while,” Thomas said. “Come to our room, and you can keep Jeremy company.”

  The penetrating gaze in Thomas’ eyes was edged with an excitement she recognized from when they were boys. She knew better than to inquire about the nature of his plans, and only asked, “Will you be gone long?”

  “No more than an hour. I won’t be leaving until one, though.”

  It was only nine, and Sarah could not imagine what she and the boys would do for four hours. She felt her nipples tighten and a flush begin to spread, and she saw the knowing smile begin to cross the boys’ faces again. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. What am I supposed to do?

  “Don’t you want to come to our room, Sarah?” Jeremy’s gentle voice coaxed.

  “Of… of course, Jeremy. Just let me finish with the dishes.”

  “Leave them,” Thomas ordered. “Dorothy will get them in the morning.”

  Sarah pushed her arm behind her, and let the dishcloth fall back into the sink. Her rubbery legs propelled her towards them, and she was sure they could see her trembling by the time she stood in front of them. They each hooked an arm through hers, and the strangest sensation came over her. She felt calm, though undeniably aroused, while they led her upstairs.

  When they reached the bedroom, Jeremy dimmed the lights while Thomas continued to guide her towards the bed. “We are Masters of the house now, Sarah.”

  “Yes, Thomas, I know that.” The self-assured, domineering tone in the youth’s voice was both frightening and so arousing. She was aware of a pulsing in her channel, while Jeremy sat on her other side on the edge of the bed and gently held her hand.

  “There are things I can never experience, Sarah, because I can’t leave the house,” Jeremy said softly. Something drew her to look into his intense brown eyes, the only feature that completely mirrored his brother’s. “They are the things you used to do for father.”

  Sarah felt her whole being shrinking. She had hoped that over the years as the boys became older and she had been able to move the nightly visits into her room beside the nursery they would forget the three years they had witnessed her degradation. “Your father and I had… an arrangement… a condition of my employment,” she finished weakly. Even to her own ears, she sounded like a prostitute.

  “We would very much like to continue that… arrangement,” Thomas replied. “It is obvious you have no inhibitions to such a request, and Jeremy and I want to learn about sex,” he bluntly announced. His hand rose to firmly hold her chin so she was staring into his penetrating gaze. “Will that be a problem?”

  Sarah was silent for a long time, and she felt Jeremy gently stroking her hand while she thought about life away from the Plantation… away from the twins. Finally, she answered, “No, Thomas. That should not be a problem.”

  His face broke out into the heart melting smile. “Good. Please stand and remove your clothes. It would be best to start at the beginning, don’t you agree?”

  “Yes, Thomas.” Sarah stood before them and slowly pushed off her shoes. She stared at her sweater as her fingers slipped the buttons, and lay it on the chair. The boys were quietly watching, with intense heat building in their stares as each layer was removed to reveal more female flesh. Sarah stalled when she was down to her panties and bra, and she looked at the twins for rescue. They merely nodded their heads, and she continued to strip and placed the garments with the other discarded clothes. She stood before them, with her hand covering her crotch and an arm wrapped over her breasts.

  “Come lie on the bed, Sarah.”

  “Yes, Thomas.” The boys stood to let her pass, and she lay down on top of the thick comforter. “Thomas, I’m not sure…”

  “Quiet, Sarah,” Thomas interrupted. “We need to concentrate.”

  Sarah closed her eyes, and she felt the mattress depress as the young men stretched out on either side of her. Without looking, she could tell Thomas lay on her right, Jeremy on her left, as the boys began their explorations, mirroring their actions with their own, individual tests.

  Jeremy brushed his fingers down her cheek and across her trembling lips, while Thomas pushed harder into her skin and slipped a finger deep into her mouth. It was strange to have them searching her, Thomas on a deliberate quest, and Jeremy gently stroking her texture, calming her with his patience.

  Next, they traveled down her throat, and she quivered as the hands worked their way up the swell of her breasts. Jeremy kneaded softly, rolling the taut flesh of her teat and running a fingertip across the little nubs on her puckered areola, while Thomas squeezed until he heard her gasp, and he pinched and stretched her bud. She could picture them staring at each other, silently communicating as their mouths descended on her nipples. While Jeremy suckled, stroking with his tongue, Thomas quickly began to nip until he held the tight rubbery protuberance between his teeth, stretching it until she hissed. Sarah was wetter and more aroused than she had ever been in her life.

  The boys continued on from her breasts, each leaving one hand behind to continue massaging her mounds. Jeremy’s fingers trailed down her belly in conjunction with Thomas’ flattened palm, and they cupped then passed over a hip bone until they reached the true source of their interest. Hands gripped her thighs to separate her legs, and Sarah squeezed her eyes closed even tighter as she tried to control her passionate breaths. She knew they would see the slick evidence of her arousal, but she had made her decision to be a willing participant in their new game.

  They each grasped a pouchy lip and opened her slowly, and she heard their joint intake of breath. Fingers tentatively reached out to brush the inside of her labia, memorizing the texture of its softness. Their actions became more deliberate as they traveled her wrinkled folds, spreading her cream. Together, two fingers entered her, pressing against each other and her pulsing core. She was wild with her clenching contractions, so close to release she was forcing herself to control her need.

  “Sarah, where is your clit?” Thomas asked. “Show us.”

  Her quivering hand traveled to her spread pussy, and she stroked a shaking finger over the top of her folds, pushing back her hood to expose the tight bead. The fingers continued their uniform thrusting, one slender and one thicker, she could feel the difference inside of her, and Sarah’s hand flew away and she gripped the sheets when a tongue tasted her bundle of nerves. It surprised her that Jeremy would be the one to go first, but he only licked a moment before relinquishing his position to his brother.

  Thomas made long strokes with his tongue before nipping and stretching her clit in the same manner he had applied to her nipple. Sarah began to quiver, to tighten and expel more cream while her spasms and contractions intensified, until she flew into a climax that caused her to grip Thomas’ black curls and pull him deeper into her sex.

  She shuddered for long moments before opening her eyes, and she looked into the smiling gazes staring down at her. “That was marvelous, Sarah. Thank you,” Jeremy praised.

  Sarah lay mutely watching the boys as they stood to disrobe. How had she let this happen? And what kind of person was she, to want more? She had rarely felt the slightest of sexual twinges before, as Mr. Kinsey had been concerned only with his own pleasure. With her restrictive life behind the walls of the Plantation, her only experiences had been with their father… and hers. Pleasure had been rare, and always by her
own hand.

  She swiveled her head to watch each of them lie down, Jeremy with his delicate build, pale and soft with his gentleness, and Thomas with his bronzed muscles, firm and domineering with control. Yet, he would not take anything from Jeremy, though he could easily push him aside and look after his own desires. No, the twins did things in slightly skewed, parallel maneuvers, and Sarah knew it would always be this way.

  “Sarah, use your mouth. Do Jeremy first,” Thomas instructed, and both boys watched her kneel between his thin thighs. She took the small organ in her mouth, gently suckling his shaft and caressing his sack until it quickly tightened and released a small issue onto her tongue. His hands quivered while he stroked her hair, and his release was accompanied by the sound of a soft, almost wailing, cry.

  Sarah turned her focus to Thomas, proudly standing tall, a full nine inches of sexual arousal, jerking and demanding her attention. As she lowered onto his cock, he held her head and pushed a painful length between her lips, further and further until she felt an involuntary retch grip her stomach. Still, he held on, pushing… pushing… until he exploded with a roar that echoed off the walls of the expansive room. Even Sarah was shaking as a result of his orgasm, and she wiped a thread of white jism off her bottom lip as she sat up and looked into their ecstatic faces.

  They lay for a few hours, stroking and exploring, until Thomas announced it was time for him to leave. “Sarah, you can keep your clothes and personal belongings in your room, but you will be sleeping here.”

  “Yes, Thomas.” The thought thrilled her, securing her future, and any reluctance to the tryst she had previously harbored dissipated with the anticipation of nightly pleasure with the two men. Jeremy continued to caress and question, while Thomas picked up the black ski mask that matched his outfit, and left the room.