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For a long moment, the room was silent, apart from the panting of three tired, satisfied individuals. At last, Jack groaned and forced himself to his knees. His cock slid from Mary's body, followed by a stream of something warm and wet. Mary gasped and clapped a hand between her thighs, fearing bloodshed. She'd heard that virgins often bled on their first time, but there was so much...but, when she looked down fearfully at her hands, she saw no red; only a thin slick of something clear and watery. Wrinkling her nose in confusion, she rubbed a pair of fingers together. The slick stuff slid easily back and forth on her skin. More of it dripped from the tip of Jack's prick, spattering the bed sheets, and Jennifer gave an appreciative moan.
"Oh, God," she gasped, still rubbing her crotch idly with the heel of her hand. "She makes a sexy little tart, doesn't she? Christ, Jack, you should have spunked her pussy up years ago."
Chuckling, Mary's brother rose from the bed. As he half-turned, she got her first real look at the scars on his back: even long healed, they made an impressive patchwork of long, lumpy lines. Mary sighed sadly, feeling overwhelmingly fond of her brother -- and proud of his choices, even if they had gotten him flogged! -- in the wake of their intimacy. She lay on the bed with her legs sprawled wide apart, contended and quiet; working a finger gently in and out of her freshly stretched hole. Despite what she'd heard, losing her virginity had not hurt at all. If anything, her pussy felt eager for more. She was swollen and wet, and not just with the "spunk," as Jennifer had called it, that squelched around her finger on every lazy thrust.
"Yes, she did very well for a first time, didn't she?" Jack said calmly. He fetched his trousers up off the floor and stepped into them, much to Mary's disappointment. She squirmed, a little embarrassed by the way both Jack and Jennifer were talking about her as if she weren't there. "Your good example, I'm sure. Now if you ladies will excuse me, I'm going to leave you to your fun...I'm sure the night is still young for you, but I do happen to be the head of this household, and you've just given me several more things I need to plan!"
He turned back toward Mary and gave her a friendly wink. She melted a little inside and gave a happy sigh, smiling fondly up at her brother and fingering her pussy just a little harder. "Be a good girl for Jenny, Mo," he told her, "and do as she instructs, will you?"
"Oh, yes," Mary sighed happily. "Always, Jack."
He smiled at her. "All right, then." Turning to Jennifer, he added, "Be gentle with her puss, now, minx. She's bound to be tender." Then with a last tug on his trousers, he strode from the room, leaving Mary alone with her maid and with the dawning realization of what had just happened.
A flush spread all the way across Mary's face, from her cheeks on down to her neck. She looked at Jennifer; Jennifer stared back at her. Halfway between horror and giddy excitement, Mary slid her finger from her oozing snatch and clapped her hands to her mouth. She stared wide-eyed over them at her maid.
"Oh my god," she mumbled behind her finger. "Oh my god. Jennifer, I just fucked my brother!" A helpless, almost hysterical giggle escaped her. Her mind whirled with terrifying thoughts: would she go to jail now? To Hell? (Mary was not really sure she believed in Hell, but she was fairly certain sleeping with your brother was one of the things that got you sent there if it did exist.) She supposed she certainly couldn't get married, not that the prospects had ever been very good for an adopted youngest child.
Sensing her distress, Jennifer moved hurriedly to the bed. The naked maid climbed in and embraced Mary hastily. Pulling the noblewoman close to her bosom, she rocked Mary back and forth, stroking her hair and smiling down at her. "Shh," she soothed, "yes...yes you did! You showed your brother your puss and begged him to fuck you, and he gave you a nice hard one, didn't he?" She giggled, and Mary giggled back, encouraged. "I rather thought he would," Jennifer went on in tones of deep satisfaction. "He's a bad boy, just like we're bad girls. Nothing to worry about now, my darling! Now that he's fucked us both, your brother's part of the gang. It's good times for all of us from now on, mark my words...ooh...ahh!"
She broke off, startled, and quivered in pleasure. Nestled against the redhead's bosom, Mary had given in to some obscure impulse and fixed her lips gently around one of Jennifer's nipples. Her tongue flicked it as she suckled, taking comfort from the warm swell, and Jennifer's shuddering moan encouraged her into sucking harder. The redhead squirmed on the bed and slipped a hand down between her thighs.
"Ahh," she panted, finding her pussy and stroking it, "yes, that's it. Good girl. Suck my breast, there's a sweet little thing. Ooh, suck my nipple while I rub one off, mmm, you naughty minx!" Jennifer gasped, stiffened, and trembled, clutching Mary's head to her chest. Her body shuddered for a moment, and then she sagged, allowing Mary a moment more to suckle before pushing gently away and flopping down on the bed with a grunt.
"Whoof!" Jennifer panted, moving her fingers from her flame-haired cunt and tilting her head to smile at Mary. "That came out of nowhere...did you like that, dearie?"
Blushing, Mary nodded. She smacked her lips and thought about Jennifer's soft warmth between them. "Yes," she said shyly. "It made me feel calm, sort of. But good too." She put a hand between her thighs and squeezed. "Down there," she added, blushing again.
Jennifer smiled, scooted to one side, and patted the pillows invitingly. "Well," she said, "come snuggle with me, hon, and you can suckle 'til you fall asleep. We'll have to share this side of the bed anyway...yours is all wet!"
She giggled as she rose for a moment to blow out the candle, and Mary giggled too. A warm satisfaction was spreading through her whole body, making her feel slow and sleepy and safe. She cuddled up against Jennifer and cupped one of the redheaded woman's breasts in the palm of her hand. Her fingertip traced the puffy nipple wonderingly.
"Bodies are strange things, aren't they Jenny?" she asked in the darkness. "There's so much I never knew -- and so much I still don't!"
Her maid squirmed beside her for a moment, and then Mary gasped as a hand cupped between her legs. Chuckling, Jennifer pressed the heel of her palm into the sticky mess and rubbed slowly up and down. "Don't worry, Madam Smythe," she whispered, her grin practically audible in the darkness. "You'll find out...trust me, you'll find out!"
Chapter 3
Jack was gone when they woke the next morning, which alarmed Mary until Jennifer pointed out -- reasonably enough -- that he'd left everything but a set of riding clothes and a pair of boots, and that one of the horses was gone from the stables. Clearly, he'd gone out for a morning ride, not flown to the nearest magistrate to confess his incestuous crimes and secure their imprisonment and/or eternal damnation.
Indeed, they had only just finished breakfast -- dressed and behaving normally, for once; by some unspoken agreement both Mary and Jennifer had opted not to pursue further wickedness that morning -- when Jack came strolling in, looking both cheerful and dashing in his riding clothes.
Mary looked up and smiled, uncertain what she should say or do; Jack solved her dilemma by hooking an arm around her waist and pulling her into a close embrace. Her head tilted back automatically, and he kissed her hard, his tongue dipping into her mouth for a moment. Her breath left her in a muffled squeak, and she clung to her brother, flushing brightly as Jennifer looked on in amusement.
"My darling sister," Jack said, breaking off with a smile and a twinkle in his eye. He reached around to grope at her bottom, but his hand squeezed mostly bustle, making the complicated frame constrict and pinch. Mary gasped, and Jack frowned. He turned to Jennifer.
"Jenny," he said sternly, "is my sister wearing undergarments?"
Jennifer blinked. "Why -- of course, Jack," she said. He furrowed his brow at her, and she hastily said, "Er, Mr. Smythe, that is."
Jack clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shook his head disapprovingly. He still held Mary with one arm, keeping her pressed possessively up against one hip. "Jennifer," Jack said, "I'm afraid our excessive familiarity has made you think you can get aw
ay with carelessness in your duties!" He patted at Mary's bustled rump. "My darling sister -- and you know how much she means to me, Jennifer -- is a slut, is she not?"
Mary blushed brightly. Jennifer hesitated a moment, but she nodded, and bobbed a tiny curtsey and dipped her head as well. "Yes, Mr. Smythe," she said meekly, looking at the floor. "Madam Smythe's a slut, sir, she is."
Jack nodded in satisfaction. "That's right," he said. "She's a slut as long as she's under my roof, and I expect you to dress her as such. That means no bustles, no complicated undergarments...nothing to stop me from lifting her skirts up and having her whenever I want, d'you understand?" He tilted his head to smile down fondly at Mary. "That's assuming you still want me to have you, of course, Mo. My sexy, slutty sister, there for the taking?"
Blushing, Mary nodded her head vigorously. She could feel her pussy dripping between her thighs. Being fucked had been lovely, but to speak of it so openly, around the breakfast table, was a whole new sort of wickedness...and one that Mary found she quite liked!
"Good girl," Jack said indulgently. He released her, sat on one of the kitchen chairs, and beckoned sternly to Jennifer. "Now come here," he said, "and bend over my knee. You've been a bad maid, and you shall be punished."
Mary opened her mouth to protest, but she caught Jack's wink, and promptly understood -- her brother wasn't really turning into some sort of domestic tyrant; it was just another sexy game. Indeed, she could see dimples in Jennifer's cheeks as the maid tried to keep her demure servant's face on, and the spring in the redhead's step as she hurried over to Jack's chair told her that Jennifer was in on it, too.
"Like this, Mr. Smythe?" Jennifer asked innocently. She bent at the waist and draped her stomach over Jack's lap, thrusting her bottom up into the air and letting her breasts dangle over the curve of his thigh. Jack chuckled, nodded, and grabbed the back of her skirts.
"Just like that," he agreed, hiking the trailing garments up. Jennifer wore no bustle, of course, and Mary gasped to see that her maid was also wearing no drawers, or even a petticoat -- apart from her dress, she was quite naked from the waist down! "There," Jack said, stroking Jennifer's naked rump, "you see? That's how a good slut dresses, Mo. Jennifer should have taught you." He lifted his hand and slapped it back down, making Jennifer yelp. "Come give her a spanking," he invited. "I suspect she's going to need rather a lot of discipline from both of us, so you may as well learn how."
Mary blushed and obeyed Jack's inviting beckon. She walked to the chair where he sat and stood behind her maid, looking uncertainly down at Jennifer's pale bottom. The skin was lightly freckled, and just a touch reddened where Jack had slapped it. "Er -- are you sure?" she asked. Embarrassed by her own uncertainty, she reached out and cupped a hand around Jennifer's rump. The redhead moaned, and Mary, encouraged, gave it a squeeze, enjoying the yielding warmth of the flesh. "I've never done this before..."
Jack waived a hand airily. "Oh, don't worry about it," he said. "Just smack her bum and make it jiggle, there's a good girl. She's been a naughty maid and she knows she needs to be punished, isn't that right Jenny?"
He bobbed his knee up and down, and Jennifer moaned and nodded her head. "Yes, Mr. Smythe!" she agreed eagerly. She shifted her stance, spreading her legs to bare her pussy, and Mary could see that it was wet and glistening. The smell of aroused musk and damp red curls rose to her nose, making her shiver with delight. "Please," Jennifer begged, "Please Madam Smythe, spank me, won't you? I'm a bad girl, and I need to be punished...oh!" She rocked forward on Jack's lap and gasped as Mary brought her hand down in a firm slap.
"That's it," Jack said, nodding encouragingly. "Turn her pretty arse nice and pink, that's how you know you've done a good job."
Giggling, Mary smacked her maid again. She wasn't hitting very hard, just enjoying the loud slapping sounds and the jiggle of Jennifer's soft cheeks. As she spanked, Jack slipped a hand down around one of Jennifer's thighs and probed the maid's pussy with a fingertip. His hand sank easily into the wet cleft, and Jennifer moaned; Jack chuckled and wriggled his finger back and forth. Soft flesh squelched with his movements.
"Naughty minx," he teased. "You like that? You like having your mistress spank you?"
"Yes, Mr. Smythe," Jennifer moaned eagerly. "She feels so good! I'm a naughty maid...I love being spanked for being bad!" Her bottom was turning quite red, and Mary hesitated, unsure of how far she should go. Jack gave a reassuring nod and slid his hand free, the first finger gleaming with Jennifer's wetness.
"I think she's had enough," he said. "Now Jennifer, I want my sister out of those undergarments this instant, d'you hear me? No, don't take her upstairs," he added as Jennifer rose hastily off his lap and reached for Mary's hand. "Strip her down right here. Her dress too. Let me see her in the light."
Mary blushed and folded her hands shyly across her chest. The kitchen felt very exposed, suddenly, although the only windows were above the stove and set much too high for anyone to peep in through. She gave a shy little squeal as Jennifer moved behind her and began unlacing her corset, allowing the noblewoman's big, soft breasts to sag slightly on her chest. Jack smiled admiringly as they moved and shifted beneath Mary's shirt.
"She has nice fine, ripe titties, doesn't she sir?" Jennifer said, reaching around to squeeze Mary's breasts lightly and begin unbuttoning her shirt. Hands pulled and twisted to slide Mary out of her dress, leaving her in the half-opened shirt and her petticoats, which Jennifer quickly went to work on as well.
Jack shed his riding coat as he watched them, still seated in his shirt and trousers. He unlaced enough of his shirt to show a broad vee of chest and curled black hairs. "Yes," he agreed, nodding, "Mo's quite a grown woman now. I'm glad you brought her to my attention, Jenny. She was quite ready for a fucking."
Blushing furiously, Mary smiled at her brother. "Thank you Jack," she whispered shyly. Trying to find the right words, she stammered, "I -- I like it when you talk about me that way, if I may say so." Her blush deepened. "When you...when you say you want to fuck me, and things. It makes me feel nice." She squirmed, aware of a melting heat gathering between her thighs. "Thank you, Jack."
Jennifer's nimble hands finished removing Mary's petticoats and bustle, and the maid slipped her out of her shirt and drawers, leaving Mary standing naked before her brother. Blushing, Mary laid a hand over her furred mound and crooked her other arm beneath her breasts to hold the soft orbs up. She could feel stickiness against the palm of her hand -- she had not bathed since their adventures the night before, and her pussy still bore traces of Jack's thick spunk. She liked the smell of it mingled with her cunt: thick, musky, and alien, like nothing she had smelled before. It was emphatically masculine, and it made her loins moisten and swell.
Jack sighed in pleasure. He loosened his trousers and pulled them down far enough to fish his cock out, red and proudly stiffened. "Come here, Mary," he said, beckoning. "Come sit on my cock."
Mary blushed brighter still, but she trotted over to his chair with ill-concealed eagerness. She pressed against her throbbing cunt to quell its excitement as she stood before her brother. "Like this?" she asked shyly, shuffling her feet apart and moving to straddle him where he sat. Jack nodded encouragingly and angled his prick up toward her. Mary crouched lower and tried to align herself with the domed tip. Jack gripped her bottom with one hand and helped pull her into place. Mary gasped as his cock brushed between her thighs; slipped for a moment between her wet lips.
Jack gave a contented sigh and lifted his hips, tugging his trousers lower before Mary settled into place atop his thighs. He kicked his boots off with an awkward wriggle and beckoned behind Mary's back for Jennifer. His prickhead bobbed and jabbed at Mary's slit, making her gasp and bite her lip in trembling expectation. "Come here and get my trousers off, Jenny," Jack instructed. "You're going to lick my balls while I fuck Mo...and if you do a good job of it, I might just give you a ride too, once we're done."
Grinning, Jennifer knelt and helped with the
trousers as Jack slumped lower in his chair. His legs spread wide, forcing Mary's even wider, and she gave a little gasp as she lost her balance and dropped heavily down into Jack's lap -- and onto his cock, the meaty shaft spearing straight into her in one long thrust!
A moan escaped both brother and sister as Jack sank in deep. His cock plowed Mary's depths; stretched her wet lips to welcome him. Virgin no more, she rocked eagerly in his lap, experimenting with tiny thrusts of her hips to work the warm girth back and forth inside her pussy.
The warmth of Jenny's face pressed up beneath Mary's bottom, and she heard soft slurping sounds as the maid started to do something Mary could not quite see. Jack gave an appreciative groan and stiffened beneath Mary.
"That's it," he said approvingly, wrapping his arms around Mary's waist and holding her tight. "Ahh...god you're a pair of sluts. Couldn't stop thinking about you two while I was riding. Had to get back here and get a nut off in one of you or the other!" He gripped Mary a little more firmly and began to heft her up and down. Her bobbing motions quickened as she rode his cock -- not at all unlike riding a horse, she was pleased to discover, but much more pleasant! Her pussy juiced and squelched as Jenny licked it from below, teasing Jack's dangling balls and Mary's parted cunny alike with her talented tongue.
"God," Jack gasped, "you're tight, Mo, tight like a glove. I'm going to fill your pussy, Mo. Spunk you up just like last night, you want that?"
Panting, Mary nodded her head enthusiastically. She draped her arms over her brother's neck and hugged him, her breasts pressing his muscular chest. Her pussy throbbed in time to his hard thrusts. She could feel it clench at the end of each hard stroke, as if her body wanted to keep Jack inside her. "Oh yes," she agreed, "please, Jack, do! Give me your spunk. I love it so much!"
Jack groaned, tilted his head back, and thrust up hard, ramming so deep it almost hurt. Mary cried out, but stayed in place, gripped tightly by her brother and pulled down into his lap as his prick tensed and swelled inside her. She felt the familiar flood of warmth once again, and shuddered, trying to coax a climax from her own body as her brother rushed to his. To her disappointment, Jack gave a contented sigh and slumped in his chair, refraining from any further thrusting. Mary, frustrated, tried to resume bouncing up and down on her own, but Jack laughed and shifted his hands to cup underneath her naked arms.