I stepped carefully into the still filling bath, not wanting to make a fool of myself by slipping in front of my mother and sister. I found the water comfortably warm and holding on to the sides of the tub slid down until my back was against the rear of the tub, where I would be able to easily watch my mother and sister as they undressed each other.
Mamma checked the depth of the water in the tub, and judging that it was filled enough, turned the water off. The water level was a bit lower that I would have preferred but then I realized that two more bodies were going to get in with me, which would raise the level considerably.
Mamma, knowing how much I liked seeing her kiss my sisters, drew Beth to her and gave her a long drawn out kiss, before turning her around and starting to undo the buttons down the back of Beth’s dress. Soon, the dress was undone to where the buttons ended, below Beth’s waist, exposing Beth’s neck and shoulders above the neckline of her chemise. Mamma slid the shoulders of Beth’s dress to the side and slid the dress down over Beth’s hips. Next she untied Beth’s petticoats and let them join the dress at Beth’s feet, exposing her naked buttocks and then her stockinged legs. Beth stepped out of the discarded dress and petticoats and Mamma picked them up.
Mamma took the dress to the dressing room, telling Beth to sit down in the chair and remove her stockings. Beth untied one of her garters and slid the stocking down. I got glimpses of her pussy as she did so, but her breasts were still covered by the chemise. Mamma returned as Beth was removing the second stocking, giving me more glimpses of her pussy, which needless to say, I loved.
Mamma held her hand out to Beth and helped her to her feet again, then reached out and took hold of Beth’s chemise, drawing it up and over her head, finally leaving Beth completely naked. Mother told Beth to sit down again and she’d let down her hair and brush it out. Beth sat down and Mamma left the room again, returning very shortly with a hair brush. Moving behind Beth, she began removing hair pins from Beth’s hair and letting her hair down from the top of her head. When she was done, I could see that Beth’s hair fell as far as her lower back. Mamma took up the hair brush and began combing out Beth’s hair, being careful at first of tangles, but soon she was stroking the brush through the entire length, which Beth seemed to be enjoying.
I know I was enjoying the sight. Beth was sitting facing me, her beautiful breasts fully on display, her pussy partially on view between her legs. And I was enjoying the sight of her with her hair down, something I don’t think I’d seen since we were both quite a bit younger, as once she’d become a young woman, she began wearing it up except in the privacy of her room, as was the custom of the day.
“That’s so nice Mamma, it’s much more pleasant having you do it than trying to do it myself.”
“We’ll have to help each other with our hair more often, you can help me with mine shortly. Let me get it up out of the way though so it doesn’t get wet in the bath.”
And I watched as Mamma gathered Beth’s hair up and seemed to twist it around and tuck it in and somehow Beth’s hair ended up in what I would have to describe as a sleek knot at the back of her head.
“Now it’s time for you to undress me, dear Beth, your brother is probably getting impatient.”
“Not at all, Mamma. I’m enjoying watching you help each other. It was fun watching you take care of Beth’s hair, seeing it down for the first time since she was a lot younger and I was even younger yet and wasn’t really paying attention. I loved seeing your hair down the last two nights and am looking forward to seeing Beth take it down and brush it out. Of course I’m also looking forward to seeing Beth undress you!”
Mother came to the tub and leaned over, giving me a kiss on the lips, “You’re so sweet darling Daniel. I’m falling more deeply in love with you every day and every hour.” then straightening up, she turned to Beth and helped her to her feet. “Let’s give Daniel what he wants, dear Beth” giving her another kiss on the lips.
“Yes Mamma” and Beth began unfastening our mother’s dress. It took a minute or two to get all the buttons on the back undone, but soon Beth was slipping the dress off Mamma’s shoulders and then helping her step out of it. Mamma untied her petticoats and Beth took them and the dress and carried them to the other room. Mamma was now dressed only in her chemise and stockings. Mamma sat down and untied her garters and removed her stockings, spreading her legs while doing so, knowing that I was watching, not at all shy about exposing her pussy to me.
Beth came back and helped Mamma out of her chemise, while she was still seated. And there was my naked mother again, proudly displaying her beautiful body to me, her son and lover and to one of her daughters, also her lover. Beth leaned down and kissed our mother again on the mouth, her hand cupping one of mother’s breasts, her hand kneading it gently, before straightening up and moving around behind Mamma, where she began taking Mamma’s hair down.
Soon Mamma’s hair was falling down her back. It seemed to be even longer than Beth’s, reaching just below the level of the seat on the chair. Beth took the hair brush and began stroking it through Mamma’s hair. As Mamma had, she was careful at first until she had gotten any tangles out, then she began stroking the brush firmly through the long tresses, using her free arm to lift the mass of Mamma’s hair to give her better access.
I loved the sight. My naked sister standing behind our seated mother, both their breasts fully visible, my mother’s pussy fully visible as well, my sister tending to our mother’s hair. There was something extremely erotic about it and if I hadn’t already been hard, this would have done it. Not having as much experience, it took Beth two attempts to get our mother’s hair up behind her head and secured.
Mamma stood up and held out her hand to Beth, who gave Mamma her hand in return. Then Mamma drew Beth with her over to the tub. Mamma climbed into the tub and sat so that her back was at the opposite end of the tub from me. I could feel her place her legs outside mine. She then told Beth to get in with her back to me. Beth quickly stepped into the tub, her back to me and prepared to sit down. I quickly leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto her beautiful rounded buttocks, causing Beth to giggle.
A moment later and her derriere was under water and she had slid back against me, her back against my chest. I put my arms around her, putting one hand on her stomach and cupping a breast with the other, squeezing it gently. I could feel my erect cock nestle into the crease of her buttocks, a wonderful feeling.
The water level was now much better. Sitting up as we were, both my mother’s and my sister’s breasts were just above water level, so I had a great view.
Mamma now asked Beth about the trip to the village, had I been good or had I been naughty with her. Beth admitted that we’d made love on the way back, describing to our mother how I’d taken her from behind, leaning against the tree. Mamma asked if it had been good and Beth told her it had been wonderful. Mamma then gave her an account of how she had found me in the morning in the room off the library making love to Gail and how when Gail and I were done, she had cleaned up Gail’s pussy, making her cum again, while I had taken her from behind also and how Gail had cleaned her pussy afterward.
“I love being naughty with my children so much. It’s hard to believe that just a few days ago, all three of you girls were innocent young virgins and we all had no idea just how strong our love for each other was. I’m so very happy now and am looking forward to our loving each other for many years to come. I wasn’t unhappy before this, but but I wasn’t really happy either. Raising you children was the only thing that gave me satisfaction, you have always been a joy to care for, but I was lonely, with no one to love me as a woman. And now I have four lovers and life is wonderful, whatever may happen.”
She continued “I feel sorry now for my sisters, I know they are no longer happy in their marriages, their husbands ignore them, they would like to have more children but their husbands aren’t interested in making them, they would rather consort with their mistresses than their wives.”
Beth made what she later admitted to me she thought of as a jest “Maybe Daniel should become their lover too, he seems to like the idea of making women pregnant a lot. What would two more be when he’s already done four.”
I was watching my mother as Beth said this and for a moment she smiled, taking it as a joke, but then I saw her face change and she got a very thoughtful look. “You know, that might be a good idea. The thought of watching Daniel love them is quite delicious. They are both still very beautiful women. And I wonder if they might find out they like being naughty with other women also. I’m going to have to give this some thought. I find the thought of loving my sisters to be quite arousing.”
Beth followed up “And what about their daughters? Surely you’ve noticed how much they love to spend time in Daniel’s company when they visit, I think they’re halfway in love with him already. I wonder if they might like to share him with their mothers the same way we are? They’re the same age as Cathy and me and they all seem very close, just like we were before this started.”
I watched as Mamma’s pupils expanded to fill her irises and her nipples get even harder than they had been. “Oh, Beth, that’s an absolutely wicked idea. I think I love it.”
I protested “But I love the four of you. Why would I want anyone else?”
Our mother pouted “Are you saying you wouldn’t be willing to help make my sisters happy? Or their daughters? Can you really say that you wouldn’t love to see me being naughty with my sisters or watch my sisters doing naughty things with their daughters? And do you expect us to believe that you wouldn’t like to take the virginity of four beautiful loving women? Can you tell me that you wouldn’t love to fill this house with even more beautiful pregnant women having your babies?”
Put like that, I found it hard to deny that it all sounded fabulous, but I worried that my mother and sisters would think that I wasn’t satisfied with them. Nothing could have been farther from the truth. If I had my mother and my sisters only for the rest of my days, I would be completely happy. I loved them so much that others weren’t necessary. But, if they wanted to include others in our happiness, I guess I could endure it.
What do you expect? I was a young male just coming into my prime. While I mean what I say about being satisfied with my mother and sisters, the thought that they would be alright with and even eager to add more women to our loving household, excited me a great deal. The thought of watching my mother making love to her lovely sisters was thrilling as was the thought of watching them love their daughters and then giving them to me to love and impregnate. Still, I had major doubts that any of it would happen.
We had initially been forced into it, otherwise I don’t see how it would have ever happened. And I had no wish to ever force anyone to do something against their will. Still, we had gladly continued our activities after the coercion had ended and hadn’t hated what was occurring while we were being coerced, so the potential had been there. Did that potential exist with other members of my family?
“Mamma, I think maybe he likes the idea. His hand is squeezing my breast harder and he’s rubbing his cock against my behind.” my sister offered.
I hadn’t realized that my body was betraying my interest in what my mother was proposing. I apologized to my sister who put her hand over mine on her breast and squeezed it even harder, saying she didn’t mind at all. “The thought that I might be able to watch Mamma be naughty with her sisters the way Gail, Cathy and I are being naughty with each other is very exciting. Even more exciting is the thought of watching Aunt Deborah and Aunt Patricia make love to their daughters and make them cum for the first time, like Mamma did with us, before they guide your cock into their daughters’ virgin pussies for the first time.”
I expressed my doubts as to our relatives being willing to participate in something so against the norms of society. Mamma looked thoughtful but said “I think if I went about it the right way, that my sisters would welcome the chance to be happy again and would want their daughters to be happy also. The three of us have sometimes discussed the idea of taking lovers, but have never done anything about it because none of us ever found someone that would truly love us. We didn’t want just a lover but someone who would really love us, not just in a physical sense but in the emotional sense as well. And we’ve all said that we didn’t want our daughters to end up like we did married to men who didn’t really love us. I think you have the ability to truly love any woman who will love you back, no matter how many of them there are. So, I think you had better get used to the idea of having an extensive harem of loving relatives.”
This was the first time Mamma had used the term harem, but apparently she liked the thought of it, something exotic and forbidden, as she began using it to refer to our situation when we weren’t in danger of being overheard and my sisters also seemed to like it, using it as well.
Mamma now took charge “All this talk about possible future naughtiness is making me want to be naughty with the two of you again, so lets finish up this bath and move to the bed. Beth, stand up and let us wash you, then the two of you can wash me and then we’ll do Daniel.”
So Beth stood up in the tub and Mamma and I took up face towels and soap and began to wash Beth from the top down. Beth was facing Mamma, so Mamma got to wash her breasts after she did her shoulders, while I did the back of her shoulders and down her back. I loved running my hands over her smooth skin, the soap making everything feel even smoother. I loved her narrow waist and wide hips and the dimples in the small of her back, taking a moment to wash them thoroughly. Mamma told Beth to lift her arms and she washed one of Beth’s armpits while I did the other.
Now we were getting to the more interesting places to wash. Mamma began washing the front of Beth’s hips, including her pubic mound, while I got her buttocks. I used the excuse of washing her thoroughly to soap and explore the cheeks and then the crease of her buttocks, getting more intimate with her than I ever had before, rubbing my soapy fingers down the bottom of the cleft of her buttocks from where it started to where it disappeared around to her front, taking a moment to clean thoroughly around her rear opening, before getting even more daring and pressing a soapy finger against it, feeling it yield to the pressure and admit the tip of my finger.
My sister gave a loud moan and I froze, afraid that maybe I’d hurt her or offended her by doing something so dirty but then she told our mother “Mamma, Daniel’s being very naughty, he has his finger in my bum hole.”
“Do you like it dear? Does it hurt? How much did he put in?” asked our mother.
“I’m not sure if I like it but it doesn’t hurt. It feels very strange and terribly naughty. I think he only has the tip of his finger in.”
“Daniel.”
“Yes Mamma?”
“Carefully slide your finger in further and then slide it in and out and see how Beth likes it.”
I did as Mamma instructed, slowly pushing my finger into Beth’s rear, watching as first my first joint disappeared into her, then the second and then I was buried as far as my finger would go into her. Beth shivered and moaned that it felt very strange but she thought she liked it. So I began moving my finger in and out of her, making sure it was well coated with soap so it would slide easily.
Beth appeared to be liking it more and more as she was now pushing her buttocks back at me when I was pushing my finger into her. Then her moans got even louder and I realized that Mamma had started washing Beth’s pussy with her soapy fingers. Between the two of us, we soon had Beth wailing that she was cumming, her legs giving out with the intensity of her cum, so that Mamma and I had to help her sit down in the tub again, which caused my finger to exit her rear hole.
“Daniel, wash your finger.”
“Yes Mamma” and although I didn’t see any soiling from having been where it was, I gave it a thorough washing.
Mother leaned forward and kissed Beth on the mouth, taking her time. Beth roused from her bliss and kissed her back. “So, you liked that?” Mamma asked.
“Yes. It felt very strange but it started to feel very good and then you started rubbing my pussy and that felt really good also and then I came so hard, I almost fainted.”
“That’s very interesting, I think I’m going to have to try this also. Are you ready to help wash me now Beth?”
“Yes Mamma” and Beth and Mamma changed places in the tub so Mamma was in the middle. She looked over her shoulder at me.
“I want to try what you did to Beth, dear, but please wash me first.”
“Yes Mamma” and Beth and began washing our mother. We did make sure we did a thorough job, but we did go faster then when Mamma and I’d started out with Beth, wanting to get to the naughty part. Soon Beth was getting to Mamma’s pubic area and I was washing the cheeks of her buttocks. I enjoyed feeling the delightful fullness of her cheeks, before making sure my hands were very soapy and then started my exploration of my mother’s buttocks crease. It felt very naughty touching my mother so intimately in such a forbidden area. Soon my fingers were moving over her rear hole, not trying to enter right away but just exploring the area.
I think Mamma was a bit impatient, she pushed her buttocks out at me, looking over her shoulder, so I gathered my courage and slid the tip of my longest finger into her hole. Like my sister, she shivered and gave a little moan, then told me to go on. I slowly watched my finger disappearing into my mother, until it was in as far as it could go.
“Keep it still for a minute, dear. I want to see how this feels.”
“Yes Mamma.” and, being the good son that I am, I keep my hand motionless, but feasted my eyes on the sight of my finger buried so intimately in my mother.
“Alright dear, starting moving your finger” and I started moving my finger in and out, watching it appear and disappear.
Beth asked Mamma if she like it.
“Yes, I do. You’re right that it feels quite strange but good and it’s making me feel very naughty. Start playing with my pussy now Beth, I want to see how both feel together.”
So Beth reached down and began stroking our mother’s pussy. Soon Mamma was moaning about how good it all felt and then Beth leaned down and took one of Mamma’s nipples into her mouth and sucked. That pushed Mamma over the edge and she announced that she was cumming.
Beth and I helped our mother sit down in the tub again and I washed my finger, watching as Mamma and Beth kissed again, before Mamma turned to me and kissed me tenderly on the mouth.
“That was fun, we may have to try more of that some other time. For now, lets get you washed Daniel so that we can go to bed and you can make love to us.”
So Beth and Mamma quickly washed me. When Beth got to my cock and balls, she seemed to enjoy washing them thoroughly, so much so that I had to warn her that if she continued I might come and I wanted to save that for her and Mamma. So she reluctantly stopped. Mamma got out and handed us large towels before using one herself to dry off. Done, she lead the way to the bedroom, where she pulled the covers back and then climbed on, moving to the far side. She patted the center of the bed and said my name so I got on and move beside her, Beth coming after me, so that I was sandwiched by my mother and my sister.
Both cuddled up against me, their breasts against my sides and we took turns exchanging kisses. I loved kissing them and watching them kiss each other. After a time, Beth asked “Can I watch you make love to Daniel Mamma? I love watching you take Daniel’s cock in your pussy.”
“Are you sure dear? I’d be happy to watch you make love to him first if you want. I like watching him love his sisters the same way you like to watch him love me.”
“Please go first Mamma, I want to get close and watch as you take his cock inside you and then watch as it slides in and out. Of course I also want to lick your pussy after he comes inside you, may I do that?”
“Of course you may, I love having my daughters lick their brother’s cum from my pussy, it’s so naughty. And of course I also love licking his cum from your pussy, so I’ll return the favor after he’s made love to you.”
And so they positioned themselves, my mother getting astride me, ready to take my cock and my sister moved so that her head was beside my waist, where she would have a closeup view of my cock in our mother’s pussy.
My mother raised up and started to reach for my cock to position it at her vagina but Beth asked “May I put it in Mamma?”
“Go ahead dear” and my sister reached out and took hold of my cock, raising it from my stomach so that it pointed at our mother’s vagina. She and I both watched as mother lowered herself enough that the tip of my cock was wedged into the opening of her vagina. Beth took her hand away and we both watched as my cock slowly disappeared into Mamma’s warm, wet, snug depths. As always, I loved the sensation of being in my mother’s pussy and loved being able to see it happen as well as feel it.
“That’s so exciting Mamma. Does it feel good to have your son’s cock in your pussy?”
“It feels wonderful. I love it so much. Do you like watching your brother commit incest with his mother?”
“What’s incest Mamma?”
‘It’s the word for having sex with a relative, like the five of us are doing.’
“Alright, then I love watching you commit incest with Daniel and can’t wait to commit incest with you and then Daniel again. Are you going to watch me take my brother’s cock inside again Mamma, watch your naughty son and daughter committing incest right in front of your eyes.”
Mamma had been bouncing up and down on my cock while they’d been talking. Beth’s naughty words seem to inspire her and she began moving faster, moaning about how good it felt and what a naughty mother she was to be making love to her son this way, especially with her daughter watching. The naughty talking and the wonderful sensation of my cock in her pussy was rapidly getting both of us to the point to cumming.
A few more strokes and Mamma came, her vagina squeezing my cock, setting me off, and I blissfully filled my mother’s womb again with my cum. Mamma rested on me for a couple of minutes, before slowly lifting herself up off my cock, Beth watching the whole time.
Mamma moved to lie down beside me again and Beth moved over me, giving me a quick kiss in passing and then kissing Mamma eagerly on the mouth. “That was so much fun to watch Mamma, can I lick your pussy now and make you cum also?”
Mamma kissed Beth back and told her yes, spreading her legs to give Beth access. Beth was quickly between Mamma legs, looking at her pussy, using her fingers to spread Mamma’s slit open. She examined Mamma pussy for a short moment and then leaned forward, licking up the juices that were beginning to ooze from Mamma’s vagina, making an appreciative noise as she did so. Soon she was combining sucking with the licking, apparently wanting to get every drop from Mamma that she could. Mamma was soon telling her how wonderful it felt, that she loved her daughters licking their brother’s cum from her pussy and that she was going to cum again soon and then not more than a minute later, she did, more of her juices flooding out for Beth to lick up.
Mamma reached down and pulled Beth up, kissing her tenderly on the mouth, telling how good that had felt and how much she loved Beth. Beth returned the kiss and the expression of love.
After a moment, Mamma asked Beth if Beth would like to watch her suck my cock to make me hard again so that Beth could have her turn. Beth eagerly said yes, and moved again so that she would have a good view of our mother using her mouth on my cock. I had started to get soft, but the idea of watching my mother taking my cock, wet with our combined juices, into her mouth, began the process of resurrecting it. Her beautiful mouth, taking my cock inside and sucking, soon completed the process, leaving me ready for Beth’s turn.
Beth was quickly in position and this time I got to watch my mother position my cock at the opening of Beth’s vagina and then we both watched as Beth slowly sank down on my cock, welcoming me into her tight wet vagina. Mother had positioned herself like Beth had been so she had an ever better closeup view than I did, as Beth began raising and lowering herself on my cock.
Now having cum once, I lasted longer this time, so that Beth was able to cum twice before I filled her for the second time that day. I then was treated to the sight of Mamma licking and sucking our juices from Beth’s pussy, until she made Beth cum. Then they cuddled up against me on either side and we let our exhaustion drag us into sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Day Four — Estate Work
Waking up the next day was similar to the previous day. I loved waking up to find two of my lovers there but there was no time for any naughtiness. At least this time I didn’t have to sneak upstairs to my old bedroom.
After exchanging heartfelt kisses with Mamma and Beth, they departed and I began getting ready for the day. I had promised the farmer that managed the estate home farm that I would help repair a rock field wall that had collapsed, so I dressed in rough clothes that I could work in.
I went downstairs and found the housekeeper, asking that she send someone for my horse, before going to the dining room to have breakfast. I found Gail and Cathy already there, breaking their fast. I greeted them with a kiss on the cheek, wishing it could be more, and went to the sideboard to see what was on offer today. I loaded up a plate with kedgeree, sausage and toast and poured myself a cup of coffee, before sitting down at the table. A minute or two later, Beth came in, then Mamma, greeting us all and getting their own plates and cups.
I let my family know my plans for the day. Once I was done with breakfast, I went to the library to check the morning mail before heading out. There was nothing of interest so I walked over to the windows onto the patio. Seeing that my horse had been brought round and was waiting for me in its usual place beside the house, I exited through the glass paned door from the library to the patio outside and then down the steps to where my gelding Nelson was tied. Several years ago I’d been reading a biography of Admiral Nelson when I was presented with the horse and decided it would be a good name. He did seem to live up to it, fearlessly taking hedges and fences when asked and remaining steadfast and quiet when needed.
I untied his reins from the post they’d been tied to and swung myself up into the saddle. I took the drive down to the gate house at the front gates, which weren’t visible from the house because the drive curved, where I told the keeper to let the house know that I was going to the home farm to help with a fallen rock wall. He opened one half of the intricate wrought iron gates that guarded our drive entrance and said he would send word to the house.
Before I rode off, I asked him if anyone had come to the gates three nights before and he said no, had we expected anyone? I said no, that I thought I’d heard something that evening and as was just curious. I guess our visitor’s must have come onto the house grounds other than through the front gate. While there was a high wall along the lane that fronted our manor house grounds, it didn’t extend all the way around the extensive park and property. I doubted that the house boy who had gone to fetch my horse had done so by the drive and lane, and Beth and I had gone through the estate grounds to the village yesterday also.
Reaching the lane, I turned right toward the home farm, which produced most of the food that the household consumed, as well as providing stabling for our horses. The estate also had several prosperous tenant farms that paid us rent.
Reaching the field where the farmer had said the wall had fallen, I found him and a couple of his farm hands already at work. They were just finishing filling in and packing down soil that apparently had subsided, causing the wall to collapse, the rock having been moved aside for the work to be done. I dismounted and loosened the girth on the saddle to make Nelson more comfortable and tied him by a patch of long green grass so that he could feed if he felt like it, then approached the head farmer and, greeting him by name, shook his hand. I greeted the two hands by name also, getting respectful responses. I took off my coat and put it over a part of the wall still standing and told him I was ready to pitch in.
We set to work, picking up rocks from the piles that had been created on both sides of the wall and placing them to rebuild the wall. I worked with one of the farm hands on one side of the wall and the farmer and the other hand on the other, the farmer directing us and making sure the rocks were seated firmly. Some rocks were large enough that it took two of us to heft them into place but most were of a size that one strong person could move. With four of us, the work went fairly fast, the wall wasn’t very high, just over waist high for me but a fairly long section needed to be rebuilt. I enjoyed the work and the company, it felt good to use my body for something useful. I frequently helped out around the estate, not only did I enjoy the physical exertion but it helped me keep up to date on what was happening on the estate and gave the workers and tenants an opportunity to bring things to my attention if they needed to, without having to get up the courage to go up to the manor.
A couple of hours passed and the farmer’s wife and his daughter brought lunch, so we took a break. We’d all worked up an appetite, so we dug into the hearty sandwiches they’d brought and quenched our thirst with the excellent ale the farmer brewed himself. The farmer and his wife and I had taken ourselves off slightly from the others so we could talk. We discussed how the crops were coming along and other topics of concern to the home farm. I noticed that his daughter had gravitated to the side of one of the farm hands, where they had their heads together talking. The farmer noticed my gaze and said “Aye, they’re walking out together. I reckon the bans will be read for them in chapel before the summer’s over. He’s a good worker and will make a good son-in-law and figure he’ll be able to take over from me when the time comes, which god willing won’t be for some years yet. Assuming you approve of course.”
“Well, hopefully I won’t have to make that decision for quite a while yet, but if you teach him what you know, I don’t see any reason why he couldn’t take over. You’ve always done an excellent job and I rely upon you totally. Thank you for the excellent lunch Mrs Dawson, but I think we should get this wall finished so the men can get back to other tasks that I’m sure need tending.”
And so, we resumed work. We’d gotten the bulk of it done before lunch so it didn’t take much longer to be putting the finishing touches on restacking the stone. Just as we were finishing up, one of the gate keeper’s boys came running up and saluted me.
“You’re wanted at the house sir. The hire carriage from the village has brought guests from the train station.”
“Thank you. Looks like I’ll have to go Dawson. Let me know when you could use some help again.”
“Always a pleasure to have a willing worker help out sir. I’ll let you know.”
The boy looked like he was about to dash off again but I motioned him to stay “You can ride back behind me on Nelson and then bring the horse back to his stable after.”
“Truly sir? That would be great sir. He’s a wonderful horse.”
I tightened the girth on Nelson’s saddle and then after donning my coat, swung up into the saddle, putting an arm down for the boy to swing up behind me. We set off at a canter back toward the gates where we found the keeper waiting to swing one open to admit us. I informed him the boy would be taking the horse to the stable before returning.
“Right you are sir.”
We continued on up the drive to the house, where the boy hopped down and took the reins from me while I dismounted.
“Can I ride him to the stables sir?
‘Of course” and I tossed him up onto the saddle where he quickly settled himself, although is feet didn’t reach the stirrups. “Do I need to shorten the stirrups for you?”
“Oh no, sir. I’m used to riding bareback so I’ll be fine.”
“Alright, just take it easy.'”
“Yes sir.” and he cantered off back down the drive.
I strode up to the front door and let myself in. I heard the murmur of voices and the clink of tea cup and saucers coming through the open door of the parlor, so I headed in that direction. I paused in the doorway to take in the scene.
Chapter Twenty-Nine: We get Grandfather’s Support
I found the room occupied by Mamma and my three sisters. Mamma was reading from what looked like a letter. Gail was playing hostess, pouring and passing out cups of tea and Beth was plating tea snacks and passing those out. The other two occupants of the room were my grandfather and his younger sister, who was his constant companion. Grandfather’s wife had been his sister’s best friend before their marriage and the three had been close until the death of grandfather’s wife in a carriage accident a few years ago. I was a bit surprised to not see my father.
My sisters seemed very tense, with uncertain looks on their faces. Gail’s hands were shaking slightly as she was passed out the tea, the cups and saucers rattling softly as she passed them out. Mother seemed to be in better state but was reading the papers with some concern. Grandfather and my great aunt on the other hand seemed relaxed but appeared to be watching my mother with genuine sympathy.
I stepped into the room “Grandfather. Aunt Martha. It’s good to see you.”
I moved to where my Aunt was seated and leaned down to give her a kiss on the cheek. My great aunt was a very handsome older woman, a few years younger than her brother. I then moved to Grandfather. He got to his feet and we exchanged a handshake and then a hug. He was looking good, a man still in his prime who kept himself fit. He wasn’t one of those businessmen who let their wealth make them fat and lazy, although I knew from experience that he liked good food and wine, setting an excellent table with food provided by a kitchen staff much above average.
“Good to see you, boy.” He was in the habit of affectionately calling me boy. But then he surprised me “I guess I need to stop calling you boy. You’ve grown into a fine figure of a man it seems. Shall I call you Daniel?”
“That would be splendid sir. But if you forget and call me boy sometimes, I won’t be offended.”
“Good, old habits can be hard to break but there’s nothing wrong with my memory yet, so I’ll try and remember. And I’m sure Martha will remind me.”
“Where’s father? I rather expected him to arrive with you.”
‘I sent him to a bedchamber in the guest wing. Your mother informed us that you’re now occupying the master suite. He’ll join us for dinner but then will retire again to his room after. He’s out of favor with me at the moment. Really, I should say, more out of favor than usual. I don’t know how I ended up with such a nasty idiot for a son but I guess that’s why he’s successful as a politician. My daughters turned out to be wonderful people, and you and your sisters have also. I give your mother all the credit for that, getting you away from my son’s influence at an early age.”
I was uneasy with the direction the conversation was taking, worried that we might be overheard by servants. “Mamma, should we be talking about this here in the parlor?”
Mamma looked up from the letter “It’s alright dear, I told the servants to not come back to this part of the house until we ring for them, that we had family business to discuss.” and she went back to reading the letter.
Reassured, I turned back to grandfather “You’re not angry at us for what happened Grandfather? I assume that that is the letter they sent you, that Mamma was reading when I came in?”
“I want to assure all of you again, that I’m not here to condemn you for what happened, or for what you may have done since. What happened wasn’t your fault. I entirely blame your father. He treated that family very shabbily. If I’d become aware of the situation, I’d have made sure the mother and daughters were taken care of. After all, it appears that they are going to be giving me another couple of grandchildren. Of course, I won’t be able to acknowledge them as such, but I can stand in as godfather and make sure they don’t want for anything. I’ve got a couple of middle class merchant associates with sons who need a leg up who’ll make excellent husbands for the daughters, so the children won’t be born out of wedlock.”
“And set your minds at rest. Your mother has informed me and your sisters have confirmed that you all wish your new unusual family relationships to continue and I don’t have a problem with that. Who we love is often something that we can’t control and we just have to make the best of it that we can and make plans to prevent scandal from resulting.”
Hearing these words, I felt comforted and as did my sisters, their expressions and postures relaxing. Mamma appeared to finish reading the letter and set it in her lap.
“I’m very grateful you feel that way. Knowing you, I expected you to be supportive but I didn’t expect you to approve of our continuing the relationship.”
My Aunt chose that moment to speak up. “Robert dear, tell them.”
“Are you sure Martha?” my grandfather asked.
“Yes.”
“Alright. Daniel, let’s sit down, so we can continue this conversation comfortably.” So I took a chair and Gail handed me a tea cup and saucer, which I placed on the table next to the chair and then Beth handed me a plate, which I similarly disposed of. Grandfather sat back down where he’d been sitting next to his sister.
My grandfather took a sip of his tea, and looked over at his sister. She gave him a smile and nodded her head.
“I have… actually, we have experience with what you are experiencing. My dear late wife, Martha and I were all lovers. Three of my daughters are actually my daughters with Martha rather than Hannah. My dear sister still shares my bed, if not officially my bedroom, as we have to be discreet about the relationship for obvious reasons.”
To say I was taken by surprise would be an understatement and Mamma and my sisters seemed equally shocked. We’d known that Aunt Martha had been Grandmother Hannah’s best friend and that she was devoted to her brother, but we’d never imagined that she had also been their lover and continued to be her brother’s lover.
“But we need to deal with your situation now. You’ve read the letter now Rebecca. Is it an accurate account of what you experienced? Is there anything you’d like to add. I don’t need details, just what we need to know to deal with the situation.”
“Well, the part dealing with the events here is accurate enough. I can’t comment on their experiences with Frank as I don’t have any direct knowledge of that.”
‘My son admitted, very reluctantly, under coercion from me, that that part is accurate also. But I’ve got some good lawyers dealing with that and the family’s future will be made right. Now, we just need to get the future sorted out for all of you. Was she right that the chances are good that all of you could be pregnant from the events of that night?”
Mamma nodded “If not from that night, then possibly from the events of the last two days when we began exploring our new relationships. If that hasn’t done it, I’m sure coming days will make sure that it does happen. Daniel expressed the desire to see us pregnant with his children and the four of us want to make that happen for him, both to please him, but also because the thought of having and raising his children has become something all four of us desire for ourselves also.”
“And all of you are alright about this? None of you are resentful that this was forced upon you?”
Gail spoke up first “We’ve discussed it and all agreed that we want to continue. In a way, we’re grateful for what happened that night, we probably never would have realized how much we all loved each other otherwise.”
Beth, Cathy, Mamma and I all affirmed what Gail had said.
I asked “Grandfather, how did the three of you handle it when Aunt Martha got pregnant? Would what you did work for us?”
“No, I don’t think so. We had decided that when Martha got pregnant, that the baby would have to be born out of the country and we would have to stay until the baby was weaned, so we could say it was Hannah’s when we returned. To be consistent, when either Hannah or Martha got pregnant, before they started showing, all three of us traveled out of the country, saying that the doctors had advised us that Hannah would do better in a warmer climate while pregnant. Before leaving we announced that Hannah was pregnant. After the babies were born, we remained out of the country until they were weaned and then returned. As far as anyone in this country knew, the baby was my wife’s.”
“When they both got pregnant at the same time, as happened three times, we just said that she had twins. I don’t think that will work here, if all of you have gotten pregnant, I not sure anyone would believe that your mother had quadruplets. Also, I don’t think your sisters would like to watch their children being raised with someone else as their mother. Martha still feels a great sadness that she wasn’t able to raise our children as their mother but could only be the doting aunt.” and pausing he reached over and gave Aunt Martha’s closest hand a comforting squeeze.
Then he looked over at me “Daniel, you do realize that you won’t be able to act father to the children your mother and sisters give you? As far as anyone can know, you’ll just be older brother to the children your mother bears you and uncle to the children your sisters have.”
I don’t think that had I fully absorbed that yet but now I did, and it hurt. And I don’t think my sisters had fully thought through the implications of my getting them pregnant either. I guess the four of us must have looked a bit upset.
My grandfather continued “I think we can work things out so that you will be the head of your household, which will include your mother and sisters, so that you can act as substitute father figure for your children in the absence of their supposed fathers. Rebecca, you’re alright, as a married woman, children you have will be assumed to be your husband’s. You will need to spend some time together occasionally so that your getting pregnant won’t look odd. Don’t worry, you won’t have to actually be intimate with him, I’ve made that very clear to him.”
“Thank you Father.” my mother gratefully said.
“Girls, you are going to have to get married also, and the sooner the better.”
I could see my sisters getting upset and what he had to say didn’t make me happy either. Our grandfather could see this and hurried on. “Don’t worry, if what I’m proposing works out, the marriages will be in name only. They will be legal and like your mother you will need to spend some time in your husbands’ company, but you won’t have to be their lovers.”
“I don’t understand how that is possible Grandfather. Who would marry my sisters and not want to be their lovers? They’re wonderful and beautiful, any man would want them.”
“I can understand why you would think that, but everyone is not the same. You’ve already discovered that women can feel love and sexual desire for each other. There are some women who only desire the love of other women. In the same way, there are some men who only desire sexual relations with other men. Although definitely frowned upon, there is no law against two women being lovers. The situation for men is completely different, there is a law against it and punishment can be harsh, so such men try desperately to keep it a secret. I believe that I can find three such men who would be glad to marry your sisters, especially with a little financial inducement. Even without the money, being married to beautiful women who appear to bear them children, will be an excellent mask for their true desires.”
“Truly? But if they try to keep themselves secret, how will you find them?”
“I have a business associate whose preferences run that way. He confided to me about a gentleman’s club in London for men whose tastes are for other men. To the public at large, it is just another stodgy old fashioned gentleman’s club like White’s or Brooks’s but prospective new members are all carefully vetted to preserve the club’s secret. I’ve used my knowledge of that to compile a list of possible prospects who are of good family and good reputation who might be suitable. I have people making discreet inquires to make sure we don’t approach any wastrels or dishonorable men who might make life difficult for our family. Many of the men on the list are in one branch or the other of the military, which could be convenient, as they would probably spend large amounts of their time away serving the empire.”
I can’t say that I was happy about the thought of my sisters being married to other men, but I could also see that it was probably necessary. I didn’t want my sisters being shunned for having children out of wedlock. At least if this worked out, I wouldn’t have competition for the affections of my sisters and they would be married to men who knew how to be discreet. My sisters didn’t seem all that happy with the thought either, listening with troubled expressions on their faces. Mamma on the other hand, I think immediately saw the necessity and practicality of the plan.
“Father, I’ll discuss it with my children and get them understand that this is necessary. How do you want to handle this?”
‘All of you will need to come up to London soon and take part in social events. Once I have my list narrowed down, we’ll make sure your daughters meet their potential marriage partners at a ball or some other suitable event. I hope to have multiple potential partners for each so that they can pick someone that they can get along with over many years.”
“Very well, we’ll be prepared. Let us know when you have prospects lined up and we’ll go up to London.”
“It will need to be soon. A lot of the army officers will be leaving shortly for posts over seas, many headed to South Africa. The apparent courtships will have to be swift, so the marriages can take place before they leave and so that any children’s births are only a little short of nine months, which can be blamed on being slightly premature, if needed. So, expect to hear from me soon. Give Martha your and the girls’ measurements so that she can get some new gowns made up for you. You’ll have to have final fittings after you arrive but at least they’ll be mostly done. She has excellent taste, so I’m sure you’ll be happy with the result.”
“Thank you father.”
“Now for you Daniel. There is no rush for you to get married but you are going to need to before long also. You need to have a visible wife for a similar reason to the men your sisters are going to marry, so that people don’t start to wonder why you aren’t married. Plus you are going to need to have children of your own to inherit from you eventually. Just so you know, it won’t just be this estate you’ll have to pass on. You are my heir, so you’ll inherit all of my businesses and most of my wealth. I’ve made provisions for my daughters, although their husbands, such as they are, are not poor men, so they and their daughters won’t want.”
“But what about father? Shouldn’t all that go to him?”
“If it went to him, it would all be gone within a few years. He as no self control and no head for business. He gets an allowance that allows him to live the life he wants but doesn’t allow him to go wild. You’ll have control of that allowance after I’m gone and he knows it, so I think you find that he will try to stay on your good side. Your mother has given me good reports on how you’ve been handling the estate matters, so I have hopes that you’ll be able to handle this also eventually. You’re going to need to do more studying to be prepared. I’m having summaries prepared of all my business ventures so that you can begin getting an idea what they are and how they operate. You won’t have to run them yourself, I’ve got capable men in place to run them. I spend my time looking for new opportunities rather than worrying about the day to day operations of what I have, eventually, you should be able to do the same.”
“Can Mamma and my sisters study the material also? They’re just as smart as I am, if not smarter. I always talk over the estate business with them, they frequently have good ideas that I’ve missed.”
“Of course. I always talked over ideas with my wife and Martha and still do with Martha. They also often had insights I missed or had ideas that proved fruitful. You know the ice business? Martha is the one who saw the potential in that, my first thought had been that it was just an interesting bit of impractical knowledge. It’s now one of my most profitable businesses.”
I was still bothered by the thought of having to marry “Are you expecting that I will stop being my mother’s and sisters’ lover when I marry? Or, that will I have some kind of marriage in name only like you are talking about arranging for my sisters?”
“Frankly, Daniel, I don’t have any real idea. I’m operating on the assumption that you will continue being their lover for the rest of your lives. I think that this is something the five of you will have to solve together. You will need to find a woman who doesn’t have a problem with you loving close family members and ideally, one who will want to participate, not just with you but also with the others, someone who will find the naughtiness exciting, as my wife Hannah did.”
“Father, would you mind telling us how the three of you came to be lovers? Maybe it will give us some ideas for how to go about this ourselves.”
“No, I don’t mind. But I think Martha would tell it better. Dear, would you mind telling them how it came about?”
“Of course dear.” and turning to us, she continued “I’m only going to give you a brief condensation of what happened now, the full story would take hours and hours and we both would find it embarrassing to tell in person. However, the full story is written down and I’ve brought a copy for you to read among yourselves at your leisure. Please just make sure that it isn’t left anywhere where anyone besides yourselves could read it.” And she reached down beside her chair for a leather dispatch case that I hadn’t noticed before, picking it up and handing it to Mamma, who promised her that it would be locked away safely when it wasn’t in our hands being read.
Chapter Thirty: Great Aunt Martha Begins Their Story
And Great Aunt Martha began giving us the background of how she and Robert grew up, how her best friend Hannah ended up living with them and then marrying Robert. And then she told us that when Hannah had returned from her honeymoon with Robert in Paris, how Hannah had used the story of the very naughty time she and Robert had had in Paris to seduce her. And how after seducing her, how Hannah had brought her to her brother’s bed and given her to him, the three of them then lovers for rest of their lives.
I am not including the entire story that she told us here, it was a fairly short version of the full story that she had given Mamma for us to read, leaving out much of the detail. Their full story, as they wrote it, should be present in the same manuscript box as this one that I’m writing, in a separate folder and it is much more interesting, giving a lot of salacious detail. Certainly when we read it for the first time, we all learned a lot and got a lot of ideas that we later used ourselves.
At this point, readers may want to put this manuscript down and read the story written by my great aunt Martha, my grandmother Hannah and my grandfather Robert. It is well worth reading. You can come back and resume this story with the next chapter after this one.
Author’s Note: To read Martha’s, Hannah’s and Robert’s story, if you haven’t already done so, you will find it in A Victorian Sex Beginning Pt 01. If Pt 02 exists, you can read that also, it will still be about Martha’s, Hannah’s and Robert’s story before Daniel’s story begins but covers later events after the initial seduction. If any A Victorian Sex Beginning parts are up after Pt 02, those should be left for now, as they will be parts that deal with events that take place in Martha’s and Robert’s story occurring after this point in Daniel’s story.
Chapter Thirty-One: After Grandfather’s and Great Aunt Martha’s Revelation
Although she didn’t go into great detail about the naughtiness that Great Aunt Martha said occurred between her, Hannah and Grandfather, it was easy to tell that the three of them had loved each other deeply and that she and her brother still loved each other and that they both missed Hannah very much. Instead she said that we’d get all the detail we could want when we read their account of what had happened.
I have to say, that from what she did say, I was looking forward to reading the full account, she made it sound like it was quite long and detailed. From the intrigued expressions of Mamma and my sisters, I could tell that they were looking forward to reading the story also.
But for now, we quickly moved on to doing more planning for the trip we would be making to London to find my sisters husbands. Mamma knew her and my sisters’ sizes as well as mine and provided them to Aunt Martha. Aunt Martha suggested Mamma get in touch with her relatives who resided in London about getting invitations to society social events, that she would handle invitations to events in the business community. Where to stay was discussed. It was eventually decided that we would stay at Grandfather’s townhouse, rather than at my father’s or at one of Mamma’s relatives. Aunt Martha assumed that the five of us would want to be able to continue our relationship while in London and everyone felt that that would be safest at their residence, where the staff already was used to being banned from the residence floor at night.
Grandfather explained that my sister’s marriages would need to be done by special license, as we wouldn’t have the time to wait for the bans to be read four weeks in a row, and that he would take care of getting those when the time came. He explained that he had contacts with a Church of England bishop who owed him some favors and could provide them when needed. He also indicated that he had contacts who would be able to put together a large function on short notice, as obviously we couldn’t plan that ahead of time without giving away that something strange was happening.
Finally, things were about as well planned as they could be at this point and Mamma checked the time, telling us that we should all go to our rooms, refresh ourselves and dress for dinner and she would let the staff know that they could return to this part of the house and get the dining room ready for our dinner. That we should all meet back here in the parlor in an hour.
So we all went our separate ways. Mother handed me the dispatch case, telling me to secure it in my room and I followed my sisters out and up to our floor, Mamma going off toward the kitchens and Grandfather and Martha going up the other staircase to the guest wing. I wanted to kiss my sisters before parting outside our rooms but mindful that we couldn’t be sure we were alone yet on our floor, we each went off to our individual rooms without demonstrations of affection.
I stripped off my working clothes and used the toilet, then washed up thoroughly without actually taking a bath. Drying off, I got out my evening clothes, judging that tonight I should dress more formally than was usual. I took my time, making sure I got my bow tie tied neatly, before donning my waistcoat and jacket. A final brush of my hair and I left my rooms to return to the parlor.
I was the first arrival but only by a few minutes. Then Grandfather arrived, looking dapper in his own formal dinner wear.
“Your father decided to have dinner in his room and had a tray sent up as well as a bottle of whisky.” he told me, “Just as well, we’ll have a much more pleasant meal with him sulking in his room rather than at the table.”
Although I definitely agreed with that, I decided it was better to not comment, so instead asked “What would you like as a before dinner drink Grandfather?”
“What do you usually have?”
“We usually have Sherry before dinner.”
“That’ll be fine by me and that’s also what Martha prefers, so you can pour one for her.”
I went to the sideboard and set out seven glasses and filled them from the Sherry decanter. I handed one to my Grandfather and picked up one for myself.
“Do you think you’re up to handling this Daniel? It may seem all pleasure now, but if you have gotten any or all of them pregnant, soon you will have to deal with up to four women going through mood swings and complaints about discomfort and then when the babies come, they may hate you for a short while for putting them through so much pain. If all goes well, they’ll get over that almost immediately, if my experiences with Hannah and Martha are anything to go by but then you’ll have all those babies to deal with. You’ll probably need to hire extra help from the village to deal with them.”
“When I stop to think about that I get a bit panicky, but I love them all so much Grandfather that I can’t imagine any other path forward. But you should probably know that it may end up being more than four women.”
“What are you talking about? Have you been making love to others?”
‘No, but Mamma, Beth and I were bathing last night and they were talking about how happy I made them and Mamma said how sad she was for her sisters, that they were as unhappy as she had been before all this happened and Beth suggested that maybe I could make them happy also and then she said that maybe their daughters, who she says are half in love with me already, would enjoy being included.”
“And your mother didn’t object to this?”
“For a brief moment, but then her naughty side took over and she started talking about how she might enjoy being her sisters’ lover like Beth was with her sisters and how naughty it would be to see them make love to their daughters for the first time and to see me take their maidenheads like I did my sisters.”
“Damn, Daniel. I don’t know if I should envy you or pity you. Do you really think your mother would go through with this? What do your other sisters think?”
“I have no idea, I don’t know if the idea has even been mentioned to them yet. Maybe Mamma will think better of it or Gail or Cathy will object, but I’m afraid they’ll have the same reaction as Beth did and love the naughtiness. Mamma even started talking about all of them being my harem.”
“So, I might need to be ready to provide even more husbands?”
“Possibly Sir.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Do you think four more will be enough?”
“I’ve no idea Grandfather. It looks like it’s going to be up to Mamma who ends up in my harem.”
“You could just say no.”
“I couldn’t bear to disappoint Mamma or my sisters if this is what they want. Besides, you’ve seen Mamma’s sisters, they’re just as beautiful and as wonderful as she is and their daughters have always reminded me of my own sisters, so if they really want me and their mothers want to give them to me, do you really think I can resist them?”
“Resist who, dear?”
Grandfather and I had been so absorbed in our conversation that we hadn’t noticed that Aunt Martha had just arrived. Grandfather picked up one of the Sherry glasses and passed it to her, telling her what I’d been telling him.
Aunt Martha listened, her eyes getting wide and then she surprised us by laughing.
“What?” he asked her, mystified, as was I.
“It reminds me of that Chinese curse you told me about “May you live in interesting times!” I think we’re going to be in for interesting times. I look forward to seeing how Daniel copes.”
And she had no idea how right she would prove to be and neither did I.
Mamma and my sisters arrived en masse and Grandfather and I handed them their glasses of Sherry. We sat down and Grandfather asked me some questions about the estate. I filled him in how how well the estate was prospering.
Soon, the housekeeper came and let us know that dinner was ready for us in the dining room and that if the staff wasn’t needed any more, they would take their leave. Mamma wished them a good evening, and we all got up and moved to the dining room.
In honor of our guests, the meal set out on the table and the side boards was fancier than what we typically had when it was just the five of us. There was an empty place that would have been my father’s if he had chosen to have dinner with the rest of us.
We started with what I determined to be fattened goose liver on toast with a mild onion chutney garnish. To go with it, there was a rich Sauternes from a decent vintage. This was followed by a delicate fish course with a creamy sauce garnished with capers, accompanied by a dry Riesling from Alsace. After that came beef and vegetables cooked in red burgundy, paired with a Clos Vougeot from a reliable producer from the upper vineyard. Finishing up the meal were cheese and fruit plates accompanied by a rich Bual that was over a hundred years old.
We took our time consuming this, savoring the flavors and conversing. Our trip to London was one topic of conversation, with discussions of what sights should be seen. Grandfather talked about a number of scientific advancements he was keeping an eye on as possible future business investments, including large balloons propelled by engines and even winged craft that were heavier than air that might fly. When I expressed doubt, he said that people had thought the same about ocean going ships powered by steam, and railroads, also powered by steam. And he had made very good money on both. He also indicated that he was keeping an eye on people trying to create carriages that didn’t need horses to pull them, which seemed much closer to practicality at this point than air travel. That I had heard a little about, as early examples were already getting comments in the newspapers and magazines, although from all I read, they didn’t seem very reliable at this point. And I have to say that I found the idea of being able to fly fascinating.
All-in-all, it was a very pleasant evening. I realized that I was looking forward to spending more time in my Grandfather’s company in the future, as I learned about his businesses, preparing for the day when I would take over. Aunt Martha also frequently joined the discussions and it was easy to see that she was intelligent and well informed about the topics that interested my Grandfather.
However, the meal finally drew to a close, and Grandfather rose and drew Aunt Martha’s chair out and then took her hand when she stood up, telling us that they were going to retire for the evening and would see us in the morning.
After they left, Mamma suggested that we all go get ready to retire but then meet up in my suite so that we could read the history that Aunt Martha had brought us. We all thought that was an excellent idea, being very curious about how the three of them had become lovers and wondering what else we might learn. So we all headed upstairs, going our separate ways to get undressed, take care of bodily needs and cleanup before getting together again.
I quickly got undressed, did what needed to be done, and washed up, before donning a nightdress and robe. Then I retrieved the dispatch case from where I’d secured it earlier, carrying it to the sitting area of my bedroom. I surveyed the space, realizing that we needed a couple more chairs, so I went to the connecting door to my mother’s suite and knocked.
She called out to enter and I did. It appeared she was in the bathing room as I didn’t see her but I told her what I needed and she said to take two of her chairs. I carried them back to my room and arranged the chairs in a close circle with a table in the center on which I put the dispatch case.
I opened the clasp on the case and looked inside, finding that it contained a thick sheaf of paper, tied up with a ribbon. I pulled this out and set it on the table, then set the dispatch case aside out of the way. Turning back to the table, I untied the ribbon and looked at the top sheet of paper. It was labeled simply ‘Our Story’, typed by one of the new typewriters that were beginning to appear in more and more businesses.
Chapter Thirty-Two: We Read Aunt Martha’s, Grandmother Hannah’s and Grandfather’s Tale
I was greatly tempted to turn the page and start reading but decided that if I didn’t want Mamma and my sisters mad at me, I’d better wait for them before starting. Fortunately for my curiosity, I didn’t have much longer to wait. Mamma came through the door at that point and a minute later Cathy came through the door from the hall, followed almost immediately by Beth and Gail. It appeared that we were all anxious to get started.
“Mamma, how do we want to read this? We obviously can’t all read it at the same time.” I asked.
“I think the girls should take turns reading it aloud to us, just the way they read books to us in the evenings, each reading until they get tired and then passing it to the next. So lets get settled and Gail can start.”
So we all seated ourselves and Gail moved the pile of paper to face her. Once we were all comfortable, she began. “Our Story” and then turned the page, starting in on reading the neatly typed text. We were all soon engrossed in the story, fascinated with this intimate look into our family’s history.
I was frankly surprised at the amount of sexual detail presented as the story went on. I wasn’t the only one, Gail faltered a few times from embarrassment when she got to particularly explicit sections but managed to keep her voice clear and loud enough that we could all hear without a problem. Mamma stopped her from time to time so we could discuss what we were hearing but we didn’t take long as we were all eager to hear more.
After a time when Gail indicated she was getting a bit tired, Beth took over the reading and eventually Cathy took over, before eventually passing the reading back to Gail. From the expressions of my lovers, I could tell that they were all were finding the story very arousing, I certainly was. One of the points where we stopped to talk about things was when Hannah told about Brianna having nipple and pussy rings and again when she told about Grandfather coming up with a way to have them without actually putting holes in her nipples and pussy. All four decided they’d like to get rings if they could, the thought of seeing them wearing them certainly interested me. When the story talked about body hair removal, all four thought that sounded interesting also and asked if I liked the idea. I indicated that I would certainly be interesting in seeing the result but would have to withhold final judgment until I saw the what they looked like afterwards.
The biggest discussion came when the older woman in the brothel had one of the younger woman put her whole hand into her pussy. My sisters immediately wanted to know if they could try that with Mamma sometime soon, Mamma seemed to be all for at least trying it, thinking the idea very naughty. I have to say I looked with regret at my own large square hands, realizing that it was very unlikely that I would ever be able to get one inside a woman without causing her pain, which I of course wasn’t willing to do, but hopefully I would be able to see my sisters do it to mother and maybe after they had had children, to each other.
They also found the rubber cock interesting but not nearly as much as putting a hand inside each other. Their thought was why would they want a fake cock when they had my real one to play with? A fake one couldn’t cum inside them. I could tell that they all got very aroused during Martha’s description of Hannah making love to her for the first time and again when Grandfather described Hannah giving him Martha for the first time. It certainly aroused me!
By the time we finished, it was getting pretty late. My sisters immediately wanted to try putting their hands in Mamma’s pussy and wanted to be loved by me also. Mamma calmed them down and told them that they would all get a chance in coming days but it was late, so they would have to be satisfied with watching Gail try it, as it was her night to be with her mother and brother. Mamma then asked Beth and Cathy to get the bed ready, before standing up, drawing Gail to her feet and kissing her passionately on the mouth, Gail responding eagerly.
Chapter Thirty-Three: Mamma Gets Fisted for the First Time
After a moment, Mamma stepped back and untied her robe, pushing it off her shoulders and letting it fall to her feet, before grasping her nightdress and lifting it up and off over her head, revealing the beautiful naked body that I was coming to know and love so much. Gail, seeing what Mamma was doing, did the same, finishing just a moment after Mamma. They then eagerly embraced again, naked body against naked body, mouth eagerly seeking mouth as they expressed their desire for each other.
Beth called out to say the bed was ready, and Mamma released Gail and taking her hand, drew her over toward the bed, telling me to undress and follow, as they would be needing me soon. I quickly dropped my robe and doffed my nightdress and followed them to my bed, where Mamma was already making herself ready. She got onto the bed and moved far enough up that by putting several pillows behind herself, she was not fully flat on her back, but could look down at her pubic area.
Getting comfortable, she then spread her legs wide, exposing her obviously already aroused pussy. Her pussy lips were as engorged as I’d ever seen them, already glistening with juices that had leaked from her vagina. As we watched, we could see more juices oozing from her vagina. Her clit was also free of its hood, practically begging for attention from a tongue or mouth.
Gail eagerly moved onto the bed and between Mamma’s legs, gazing rapturously at Mamma’s pussy. She started to reach for Mamma’s pussy with her right hand but then hesitated, not really sure how to proceed.
“How do I do this Mamma? I want to be sure I do it right and don’t hurt you!”
“Hannah said the woman had the younger woman get her fingers and hand wet from her pussy, so start by rubbing your fingers on my pussy, getting as much of my juices on your fingers and the back of your hand as you can.” Mamma instructed her.
Gail followed her directions, sliding her fingers over Mamma’s pussy, getting her fingers and the back of her hand wet with the juices that had oozed from Mamma and continued oozing from her.
“I think you have enough for now darling, go ahead and slide one finger into me and move it in and out. As more juices come out, use your other hand to put more on your right hand.”
Gail slide one long slender finger into Mamma’s vagina, slowly pushing in until it was entirely buried, then pulling it back out until just the tip was inside, then pushing back in. Her finger was soon gliding easily in and out, drawing with it more moisture, which Gail, obedient to Mamma’s instructions, spread over her other fingers and the back of her hand.
“Now, add the next finger dear.”
Gail straightened out her second finger and joined it to her first, two fingers now sliding easily into Mamma’s vagina. She continued to collect lubricant and add it to her hand as her two fingers sawed in and out of our mother.
“That feels very good Gail, now add your third finger.”
We all watched as Gail pulled her two fingers almost all the way out and then slid her third finger into Mamma’s vagina beside them. It seemed to fit fairly easily, although it did seem to be stretching the opening of Mamma’s vagina a little but I think still slightly less than my cock did. She worked them in and out, Mamma’s pussy making wet noises now as she did so.
“Mmmm, that’s really nice Gail. Now, try the last finger.”
And Gail moved her fourth finger into position. It looked like she positioned the tips of her fingers so they overlapped a little instead of being in a single straight line and then slid them in. The further they went in, the more it stretched Mamma’s vagina. As her fingers got near to their bases, it looked to me like they were now stretching Mamma somewhat more than my cock would.
“Gail, keep your hand still for a moment, and let me get used to how much you’re stretching me. I really like it but need to relax and adjust.”
Gail obediently stopped moving her hand, with her fingers still buried to their last knuckle. Mamma was looking down, staring at where her oldest daughter’s fingers were buried inside her. She reached down and probed gently around the edge of her vagina, before apparently satisfied, told Gail to resume.
“Try pushing in slightly more each time and see if you can get some of your palm inside me, take your time and let me get used to it slowly.”
“Yes Mamma” and Gail began sliding her fingers in and out, each time trying to go just slightly deeper. It took a couple of minutes but we began seeing progress, the base of Gail’s knuckles disappearing, then more of the back of her hand and then, Gail’s palm was inside our mother to where her thumb blocked further entrance.
“Is that alright Mamma?” asked Gail anxiously.
“Ohhh, yes. I feel so full, I love it. Now, pull out far enough that you can tuck your thumb in with your fingers and try and compact your hand a bit” and Mamma used her hand to show Gail how she thought it should be done.
“And remember, the woman said that you will need to make your fingers into a fist inside me so that you don’t jam them into the end of my vagina. Then just keep pushing steadily until you get your hand all the way inside, unless I tell you to stop or take it out.”
“Yes Mamma.” and we all watched breathlessly as Gail followed Mamma’s instructions and we watched as Gail slowly pressed her hand completely inside our mother, the mouth of her vagina closing around Gail’s wrist.
We all stared in wonder. I’m not sure any of us really thought that this was possible, but there was the proof right before our eyes. I looked up at Mamma to see how she was handling this, concerned that it might be hurting her, but she seemed fine, but as awestruck as the rest of us, staring at her daughter’s hand fully buried in the place that had given birth to her.
“I feel so full, I love this. I’m so glad we learned about it. It looks so naughty. How does it feel to you Gail?”
“I like it too, you’re so hot and wet inside.”
“Good, now do what the woman said to do, move you hand in and out without trying to take it out, just pull back until you feel resistance and then push your fist back in as far as it will go, but do it fairly slowly.”
Gail did as asked, and we watched as Mamma’s vagina stretched a bit, showing the edge of Gail’s palm before she slowly pushed her fist back in, getting it a little deeper this time. Soon she was moving it in and out smoothly, her flesh getting more and more slippery from Mamma’s juices.
“A little faster now. It feels wonderful. I’m going to cum soon, it feels like it is going to be very intense.”
A few more strokes and “Ooohhh yes! I’m cumming!” and we were treated to the sight of Mamma squirting her juices all over her stomach and Gail’s arm as she had a very intense cum. Gail stopped moving her arm, figuring Mamma would be too sensitive to endure more stimulation just then but she did lean forward and lick up some of Mamma’s juices from her arm, humming appreciatively.
After a minute, Mamma seemed to have recovered and asked Gail to remove her hand as gently as she could, remembering to uncurl her fist as she did so. We all watched as Gail’s hand slowly emerged from Mamma’s vagina, first the edge of her palm, then the back and the base of her thumb, then her knuckles and finally her fingers. When the fingers finally left Mamma’s vagina, it gaped open for a moment allowing us to see inside her, before it slowly closed up.
Mamma reached down and took Gail’s hand, bringing it up to her mouth, where she licked some of her own juices from Gail’s fingers and palm, before using it to pull Gail to her so she could kiss her hungerly on the mouth.
“Thank you dear, that was wonderful. Beth, Cathy, I think you should call it a night and go to your bed. I’m sure you want to make love urgently after watching that, just don’t try to do this to each other, you’re likely to hurt yourselves. Don’t use more than three fingers in each other, do you hear me?”
“Yes Mamma” they both said in one voice. “Now give me a kiss and go.”
Beth and Cathy both moved to the side of the bed and leaned over and kissed Mamma passionately for a moment, before leaving for whichever of their rooms they were going to use tonight.
I watched them go, before turning back to see Mamma and Gail kissing again.
Chapter Thirty-Four: Mamma, Gail and I
“I’ll bet you’d like Daniel’s cock in your pussy now, wouldn’t you Gail?”
“Very much Mamma. I’m so excited I may cum almost immediately.”
“I’ll bet Daniel’s worked up also, so he probably won’t last long the first time either, but I’ll suck him hard again for you so you can have a nice long second fuck before he cums again.”
“What about you Mamma? Don’t you want him also.?”
“Not tonight I think, I’m very satisfied with the wonderful cum you gave me but I’m anxious to taste Daniel’s cum from your pussy. Maybe he could lick my pussy while I lick yours and I’ll have a nice cum that way before we go to sleep. You wore me out a bit making me cum so hard.”
I was indeed extremely excited by the naughty show Mamma and Gail had given us and couldn’t wait to get my cock inside my sister. I moved onto the bed and took hold of Gail’s hips pulling her up into position on her hands and knees, moving up close behind her. I bent my cock down and guided it to Gail’s opening, slowly sliding my length into her.
“I love you both so much. It was so naughty watching you love Mamma that way. I never imagined that could be done.”
My hands were still on Gail’s hips, and I was using them to move us both, so that my cock was thrusting in and out of her pussy, enjoying the slick heat of her vagina. She was immediately moaning about how good it felt and then I saw Mamma reach out and cup one of Gail’s breasts and that seemed to be enough to push Gail over the edge and I felt her insides squeeze my cock tightly and she proclaimed that she was cumming and then I was doing the same, firing pulse after pulse of my seed into her.
Finishing, I rested there, my cock still buried in my sister’s pussy, enjoying the wet heat of her now that the urgency was gone. Gail seemed to feel the same way, staying in place, letting her breathing go from panting back to regular slow breaths. I could feel myself starting to shrink inside her and reluctantly pulled out, giving her right buttocks cheek a loving caress as I did so. Gail collapsed to her side and then her back, staring lovingly at me with her beautiful blue eyes.
“I love you, my darling brother.”
“I love you too. And I love you Mamma.”
“And I love you both so much. Come give me a nice kiss Daniel and then let me suck your cock so that you can make love to Gail again. I want to see the two of you have a nice long face to face loving.”
I moved up the bed and kissed Mamma on the mouth, taking my time, teasing her tongue with mine, my hand cupping one of her breasts, enjoying the feeling of her soft yet firm flesh, feeling her nipple against my palm, wondering what it might look like if she had one of the rings on it like the ones Hannah had described.
Finally, Mamma pushed me back from her mouth and pulled my body up so I was straddling her chest and she leaned forward and took my now soft cock, still wet with Gail’s and my combined juices, into her mouth and began sucking on it, while teasing it with her tongue. She showed how much she liked our taste by humming appreciatively as she sucked. Her hand came up and cupped my balls, playing with them gently.
I loved looking down at my mother, my cock in her mouth, her beautiful blue eyes, so much like my three sisters’ eyes and my own, staring up at me lovingly. It wasn’t long before I began to get hard again and I had to move back slightly as I no longer fit entirely in her mouth. She brought her other hand into play, wrapping it around the base of my cock and stroking while she continued to suck on the end. It felt heavenly.
We were both reluctant to stop what we were doing, but Mamma really did want to watch me loving Gail again, so finally she stopped sucking on me and pushed me back.
“Make love to your sister again now. Make her cum and fill her again with your cum so I’ll have lots to lick from her pussy after.”
“Yes Mamma” and I moved down and positioned myself between my sister’s legs. As I moved into position, my sister’s hand took hold of my cock and guided it to her pussy, so that I slid right in as I moved my hips into place against hers. I kept myself up on my arms so that I wasn’t resting all my weight on her and so that I could easily stare into her eyes as I began working my cock in and out of her wonderful pussy. I loved seeing her expression as we loved each other, as she sometimes stared into my eyes and sometimes closed them to savor the sensations she was experiencing, a look of concentration on her face, as she focused all her attention of what she was feeling.
Having cum once now, I wasn’t in a hurry to cum again, so I kept stroking in and out, varying the depth and angle of my stroke from time to time, watching to see how Gail reacted. She seemed to like all of it, some a bit more than others, so I concentrated on what she seemed to like best. She was soon moaning about how good it felt and that she was getting close to cumming.
Mamma had moved to lie on her side beside us and she had been watching Gail’s face like I had. Now she reached out and cupped Gail’s far breast, kneading it, and leaned down and took the nipple of Gail’s nearest breast into her mouth and began sucking. That was enough to tip Gail over the edge into cumming and I felt her pussy clasp my cock deliciously.
I stopped moving, my cock buried to the hilt, giving my sister a chance to recover. Mamma released her nipple but keep gently kneading Gail’s far breast.
“Was that good darling?”
“Oh yes Mamma, it was wonderful. I love having my brother’s cock inside me so much.” giving a little wiggle of her hips, moving me inside and against her.
“Yes, it is nice, isn’t it. Now go on Daniel, make her cum again and cum inside her again for me.”
So I began thrusting again, picking up speed and bumping my pubic mound harder against hers, stimulating her clit more. Mamma alternated between kissing Gail on the mouth and sucking on her nipple again. Soon Gail was moaning loudly that she was going to cum again and I could feel that I was approaching my climax also. And then with one final hard thrust, I began spilling my seed into my sister’s pussy and I felt her pussy convulse around me as she came also.
Gail seemed dazed for the moment, so I leaned to Mamma and kissed her on the lips, before leaning in and kissing Gail, as she started to rouse.
Mamma moved so that she was lying on her back again and then told Gail. “When Daniel pulls out, move up and straddle my head so I can suck your pussy. You being above me will help me get as much of Daniel’s cum as possible. Daniel, then it will be your task to lick my pussy until you make me cum.”
I pulled my softening cock from Gail’s vagina and she quickly used a hand to cup her mound, keeping our juices inside. She then moved up to straddle Mamma’s head, removing her hand and lowering herself so that her pussy made contact with Mamma’s mouth. I saw Mamma’s tongue come out and lick from the bottom to the top of Gail’s slit, gathering up the juices coating the area, before moving her tongue back to Gail’s vagina, stabbing it in as far as she could before sealing her lips about Gail’s pussy and beginning to suck.
I moved between my mother’s legs and, while still watching what Mamma was doing to Gail, spread Mamma’s pussy open, finding her very wet. I did as Mamma had done to Gail, and licked Mamma’s slit from bottom to top, making sure to move my tongue over her plainly visible clit as I did so. I loved her taste and set about getting as much of it as I could, pushing my tongue into her vagina as far as I could, again wishing I had a longer tongue, and sucking, to draw as much from her as I could.
Hearing my sister saying she was getting close to cumming again, I began working to get Mamma to cum soon also. Wishing I could feel what it felt like to have my whole hand inside my mother’s vagina, I slid first one than two fingers into her, working them in and out as I moved to tickle and suck her clit. A minute of this and I could feel Mamma’s vagina squeeze my fingers as she came, her moans muffled by my sister’s pussy. My sister then declared that she was cumming also.
After a moment, Gail moved carefully off of Mamma and lay down next to her, leaning over her and kissing her tenderly on the mouth.
“Thank you Mamma, that was wonderful.”
“You’re welcome dear. I love being naughty and tasting your brother’s cum from your pussy. And thank you Daniel, you gave me a very nice cum. I think this was a great way to finish our evening. Now, come up here and lie down between us so we can cuddle up to you and go to sleep.”
I obediently moved up and lay between them and we were soon asleep.
Chapter Thirty-Five: An Alfresco Meal, Questions Asked and Answered
The next morning when we woke up, we tidied up after the evening before, moving the extra chairs back to Mamma’s rooms and putting my chairs and table back in their original positions. I tied the manuscript back up with its ribbons, returned it to the dispatch case and secured that away again.
“Daniel, I think, no, I know, we’re all going to have lots of questions for my father and his sister, so I’m going to arrange for us to have our midday meal out under the trees in the front where we can be assured of some privacy. So, can you keep them busy this morning about estate matters until then?”
“I think so. I’m sure they’ll understand. I expect they knew there would be questions after we read their story.”
Mamma, Gail and I shared loving kisses before we separated to each get ready for the day. I used my toilet, washed and shaved and dressed for the day before going downstairs to the dining room. I found my Grandfather and Aunt Martha already there, enjoying their breakfasts. Having greeted them, I went to the side board and inspected the offerings. In honor of having important guests, our cook had gone all out in providing food. I helped myself to some of my favorite items and took my plate to the table, with a cup of coffee that I poured for myself.
I let Grandfather and Aunt Martha know what the plans were for the day and they expressed interest in knowing more about the workings of the estate. I knew Grandfather knew quite a bit about it already, as I sent him quarterly reports, as he was the one who had funded most of the improvements to the estate, which had been pretty run down when Mamma had chosen to move us here. Grandfather’s funding and advice to Mamma in the early days had been responsible for the estate getting back onto a footing where it was actually supporting itself and paying for additional needed improvements.
That said, we would have been hard pressed to have paid for the recent modernization of the estate, like the new plumbing systems and the ice production facility. At least the ice facility was paying for itself now, providing ice to the local population for personal use and for use in preserving our local products when they were shipped by train to the London and other markets.
And while the plumbing improvements might not be making us any money, they had made Grandfather money, as neighboring estates, after seeing our improvements, wanted to upgrade their own estates and had Grandfather’s company do the work. Even some of the more prosperous local merchants and freehold farmers had had their more modest homes modernized.
I should mention that this estate had been in my mother’s family for a very long time, having been the original estate granted to us by William the Conqueror. Later generations of the family, having won greater honors and estates, had moved the family seat to more extensive and grander properties, this property being relegated to cadet lines of the family, who had allowed it to fall into disrepair over the centuries.
A temporarily flush relative about a hundred and fifty years ago had completely remodeled the original central portion of the house, putting a Georgian facade on it and adding the two wings, creating the gracious, if somewhat awkward in places, manor that we currently occupied. But, by the time we moved here shortly after my birth, the house and estate had deteriorated considerably and Grandfather had had to sink a considerable sum into fixing it up. I knew this from going back over the estate records from that time.
But those expenditures had paid off, the tenant farms were now operating profitably and able to pay good rents. The home farm was able to supply the manor with much of what we needed and still had more to sell. Because the rest of estate was doing well, as were neighboring estates, the village was prospering, so rents were paid on time and had gone up. Having a direct rail link to London was also very helpful, allowing local produce and products to be shipped to the capital and other markets easily and for low cost.
For several minutes, I carried on a conversation with Grandfather and Aunt Martha about the estate before the door opened and Mamma and my three sisters arrived. Grandfather and I stood up to greet them, getting a kiss on the cheek from each, before they moved to the sideboard to get their breakfasts and then join us at the table.
Now the conversation became more general. Aunt Martha asked with a twinkle in her eye, if we had had a good evening. My sisters blushed and Mamma assured her that it had been very educational, and then Mamma asked Aunt Martha if she still had the same hair dresser. This made Aunt Martha blush prettily and she replied no, but that the woman’s daughter had taken over from her and still came to visit as needed.
Mamma asked if Aunt Martha could refer her to them, as the four thought they might like to try her services. Aunt Martha assured her that she could. This was all couched in terms that wouldn’t have given any listener a clue that anything naughty was being discussed.
Grandfather, Aunt Martha and I finished our breakfast and excused ourselves. I took them to the library first, getting out the estate books and updating Grandfather on how the estate was doing since the last quarterly report. After he’d perused the books for a while and he closed them, telling me I was doing an excellent job. While Grandfather and I were looking at the books, Aunt Martha had found paper and pen and had penned a note, telling me that it was to Madame Jones’ daughter and could it be sent to the station in the village to go by telegram?
“Of course Aunt Martha, we’ll find some one to take it. What would you like to see next Grandfather?”
“It’s been a while since the last time you placed an order for wine, let’s go check the cellars and see if we need to place an order.”
Leaving the library, we stopped in the kitchens and asked the housekeeper to have someone take Aunt Martha’s note to the telegraph office. A kitchen boy was dispatched, and I conducted Grandfather and Aunt Martha to the stairway that descended to the wine cellars below the main house. Here, the original ancient origins of the estate were more apparent. The smooth finishes of the main floor gave way to rough hewn stone. I paused to light a lantern by the door at the bottom of the stairs and led the way into what was now an extensive wine cellar, filled with rack after rack of dusty shelves designed to hold bottles on their sides. As needed for wine storage, the space was quite cool, staying that way year round because of its position under the house and the insulating earth and stone.
Grandfather pulled a notebook out of his coat pocket and we began going up and down the aisles, checking to see what looked like it was getting low. It had been a while since the last order so some of the sections were getting a bit sparse. That didn’t mean there wasn’t still a lot of wine there, the thing with having good wine, was that unless you wanted to pay a fortune for it when it was ready to drink, you needed to buy it when it was first available and then let it sit to age, at least for many of the reds and some of the whites.
We had extensive collections of various clarets from different parts of Bordeaux, mostly red but also whites, both dry and sweet. After looking through what we had, Grandfather noted some that were getting a bit thin and also mentioned that he’d recently become acquainted with a claret from one of the minor regions of Bordeaux, called Chateau Chasse-Spleen that he found to be quite good, saying that he would send some to be laid down, as well as a few older bottles that could be consumed soon. He saw that our Margaux section, one of our favorites, was getting low and promised to send more.
We continued through the cellar, Grandfather noting where we could stand to add more wine. One of the sections that needed restocking was the Champagne section. Aunt Martha thought we should take some bottles of that with us for our midday alfresco meal, saying Champagne was one of her favorites. She looked over what we had and choose some well aged rose, Grandfather noting that we should restock it as it was getting low, as were the regular Champagnes.
Done with our inspection of the cellar, we took the bottles of Champagne up and making a detour to the kitchen, dropped them off to be provided with our midday meal. Grandfather also took a moment to compliment cook on the excellent food he’d been served since arriving.
Asked what he would like to see now, Grandfather asked to see the hot water boilers that had been added during the plumbing renovations, so we ascended to the attics and inspected the coal fired boilers that his company had installed, was well as the large tanks that feed unheated water to the house.
He asked if we were satisfied with their performance and I told him very much so, that we would hate to go back to the days when hot water had to be carried up from the kitchen for bathing and there was never enough. Not to mention how much more convenient and less odorous the water closets were than using chamber pots, as we’d done for most of our lives.
Finishing our inspection, I led Grandfather and Aunt Martha through a door onto the parapet area around the edge of the manor. I loved to go up there to look at the view over the estate. The land around the estate was quite flat so being on the roof let you see a lot of the surrounding countryside. Depending on where on the roof you were and what direction you looked, you could see the local village, the various farms, other manor houses in the distance and where the train ran, as well as the course of the river and creeks.
We spent several minutes taking in the view. I pointed out the sights. Aunt Martha said that it reminded her of when her brother and Hannah had taken her to visit the top of Notre Dame to look out over Paris, one of her favorite memories.
I told her that I hoped I would be able to see that view of Paris someday also. Looking down, I could see that our midday meal was being readied on the lawn under the trees, so I suggested that it was probably time for us to visit our rooms to prepare for the midday meal. We went back into the attics and descended, parting ways on the second floor, Grandfather and Aunt Martha heading to the guest wing and I to the family residence wing.
It didn’t take me long to do what needed to be done and to wash up, so I soon made my way down to the front hall, where I found the front door open and a couple of servants carrying platters out, so I followed them out to where our meal was being setup. There I found Mamma directing things. It looked like things were well in hand, so I gave Mamma a chaste kiss on the cheek and walked over to where my sisters were gathered waiting for everything to be ready.
They each got a chaste kiss on the cheek also. It was very frustrating. I didn’t want to just kiss my lovers on the cheek, I wanted to kiss them thoroughly on the mouth and to touch their bodies. I wondered how Grandfather and Aunt Martha had been able to handle it for so many years, not being able to show in public that they loved each other.
Soon, Grandfather and Aunt Martha arrived and Mamma let us know that everything was ready, sending the servants away, telling them that we would look after ourselves.
Mamma asked Grandfather and Aunt Martha to sit down, that she and her daughters would serve the food. She then turned to me and asked me to open the first bottle of Champagne and pour for everyone. I soon was removing the cork. Since we were outside, I didn’t try to restrain the cork, just let it shot off over the lawn, before going around the table and pouring. Finishing, I took my seat at the table.
Grandfather and Aunt Martha got served first, then Mamma served me, before taking her own seat, and being served by Beth. Soon, we were all seated. Mamma picked up her glass and raised it, saying “To those we love.”
We all echoed her words and sipped our Champagne. I loved the fruity, toasty, yeasty flavors of the aged rose. We all got started eating our meal, finding the food excellent as always.
After a few minutes, Aunt Martha asked if we’d finished reading their story and did we have any questions?
All my sisters tried to get their questions out at once but Mamma called them to order and asked the first question. “Did you get the nipple and pussy rings like Hannah had and do you still wear them?”
“Yes indeed. When I first got them, Hannah and I used to wear our nipple rings most of the time but these days I wear them when it’s a special occasion as a treat for Robert. I think it makes it more special that way. I’ve had to get new ones several times as my nipples have changed over the years.”
“Do you still get them at the jewelry shop in Paris? Is Mathilde still working there?”
“Mathilde retired a few years ago but her daughter still makes rings for those who know to ask. I can give you the address if you want.”
“Thank you, I’d like that, although I don’t know when we’ll have a chance to go. I do remember you and Hannah wearing ruby and emerald necklaces at my wedding, so I assume he got you the jewelry besides the nipple and pussy rings that Hannah wanted you to have?”