My dear Frederica,
My promise to you before marriage shall be faithfully kept, but little did I think at the time you extracted it from me, that I should have to relate a confession by Ada, very similar, only far more piquante than the experiences that we as brother and sister indulged in when at home.
No apology is needed from me for getting married, and deserting a sister I always loved more than my life, a sister who sacrificed her honour, and everything we hold sacred to satisfy my incestuous lust, a sister whose loving wantonness would have always kept me with her, only being an elder son to a family of position, it was absolutely necessary for me to keep up the succession for fear that some day our hated relatives might reap the benefits of the fortune left by our ancestors.
You, too, my dearest pet sister, being engaged to be the bride of a special pal of mine, will soon be solaced for the loss of your dear Fred. Still we may confidently live in hope that some day Frederica and Fred, will again have a chance of feeling all the joys of love, which an incestuous connection imparts in an exceptional degree. Forbidden fruit is always so sweet.
How can I ever forget our parting on the eve of my wedding day, as we sat in the library of the old home at Cunnusburg, how with tears in your eyes you kissed me in such an impassioned manner that I had to fuck you a fourth time, to the imminent risk of not being able to do my duty to Ada the next evening. How even then you would take a parting suck of my enervated pego, and again raised him in all his pride of life, till I spent even a fifth time, and swallowed every drop, as you said that the very essence of my being might go down to your heart.
Then, finally, I had to promise you a full account of my wedding night, and any discoveries I might make, or extract from Ada. At the time I thought you must know or guess at something, so you may be sure I was on the qui vive, especially as to the reality of the maidenhead I was to take. Now I write the result, and am sure that if you did know a little then, it cannot be a tithe of what I can now disclose.
The MSS is enclosed, and I trust that when your turn comes to be joined to your husband, you will repay my confidence, by equal candour on your part.
I remain, ever your most loving brother,
FRED.
London, 2nd June, 1879.
‘Darling Ada, the moment has come at last, when I am to have you all to myself, when our very souls and bodies can be commingled in the overflow of the essence of our life. In the carriage, in the train, and ever since we have arrived at this hotel, I have never felt we were alone, but it has now arrived that the supreme delights of love are within our grasp, have you any idea of their reality, my pet?’
This was how I addressed my bride, as the chambermaid of the Golden Lion at Uppington, closed the door behind us, as she bid us good night, with a most significant smile on her face.
By the way, what a nuisance it is, that everybody we meet, even waiters, chambermaids, and hotel people in general, all know a newly married couple, they seem fair game for every kind of extortion, in addition to which we have to put up with all, the funny looks, and suggestive speeches they may chose to indulge in, at our expense.
I made a mental resolve to have an explanation of the significant look from the pretty girl before we left the hotel.
But to return to Ada, she was all blushes, as crimson as a damask rose. You know she is hardly sixteen, and a most piquante little dark-eyed brunette, with full luscious lips constantly tempting you to kiss them, and sparkling blue-black eyes, full of the fires of an excessively ardent temperament.
‘How should I, Fred, but I know there is something dreadful to go through at first, but don’t hurry your little Ada, for I’m all in a tremble, now it’s so near the realization of all my dreams of love,’ as she threw her arms round my neck, and kissed me in a more impassioned way than she had ever done before. ‘Let us sit down, and you smoke a cigar; don’t you know sir, I ought to have retired to bed and got fairly between the sheets before you came into the room. I shall never be able to undress before you Fred. Ha! ha!! a fine joke, I’ll make you, sir, go into that cupboard, and will only let you out, when I am ready to jump into bed, and have put out the light.’
‘That’s a fine idea, darling,’ I replied, ‘but I will humour your excessive and whimsical modesty for this once, Ada, and shall trust to make myself so free of your person presently that all mock modesty will be banished between us in future. But first I mean to read you an account I have got of a wedding night, in poetry; it is a delicious bit, and will enlighten you as to what you have to expect, my dear. Will you sit on my lap?
This she did, and I proceeded to read:
Dear Bell, When we parted you begged me to write,
And inform you of all that occurred the first night,
When Frank and your Emma were joined hand in hand,
And allowed to perform all that love could command;
‘But what language can tell,’ as the wise man has said,
‘Of the wonderful ways of a man with a maid?’
Be assured they can only be properly known,
By a lecture in bed, with a swain of your own.
Notwithstanding, I’ll tell you as well as I can,
Of discoveries I’ve made in the secrets of man;
So that you and all curious damsels may learn
How the game may be played when it comes to your turn.
After breakfast was over, our carriage of four,
Well appointed and handsome, drove up to the door;
We started for Brighton exactly at noon,
To spend (as the phrase is) our sweet honeymoon;
Bright Phœbus shone o’er us the whole of the way,
The captain was amorous, ardent, and gay –
So much so that, although in the carriage,
He began to indulge in the freedom of marriage –
And ventured so far that I felt in a fright,
For fear the wild rogue would have ravished me quite.
We reached our hotel, and found all things prepared,
Our apartments were handsome, well furnished, and aired;
And the dinner was served so stylish and neat,
That ‘twas really a sin not to fall to and eat;
But the feast we expected a little time hence,
So engrossed every thought and extinguished each sense,
That inferior desires seemed extinguished and gone,
And our appetites solely centred in one.
Frank praised the champagne – I though it delicious,
He swore ‘twas enough to make Vesta propitious;
And indeed he was right, for between you and me,
I ne’er felt my spirits so jocund and free.
How the evening was passed ‘tis needless to write,
For I know you’ll skip all till you read the word ‘night!’
And are now on the tip-toe of high expectation,
To come to the pith of my tale’s consummation.
Well, attend, and I’ll now draw the curtain aside,
And disclose all the sports of the bridegroom and bride;
Relating the whole of that process bewitching,
By which girls are cured of a troublesome itching,
And men, though at first impetuous and rude,
Are at length, by weak woman, quite tamed and subdued;
You remember how often we longed to discover,
All the joys to be found in the arms of a lover;
But now they approached I felt in a pucker,
And thought that my breast would have leaped from its tucker.
Frank saw my condition, and tenderly said –
‘You are tired, dear Emma, so pray go to bed;
‘Late hours are the bane and destruction of numbers,
‘Make haste, and I’ll soon come and watch o’er your slumbers.’
What a sly, wicked rogue! but I guessed what he meant,
So, covered with blushes, obeyed him, and went.
I was scarcely undressed, and prepared for my doom,
When I heard the dear fellow glide into the room;
And as listless I lay, between transport and dread,
He threw off his garments, and jumped into bed;
In an instant I felt myself clasped in his arms,
And as instantly lost all my girlish alarms,
For he soothed me so fondly, and gave me such kisses,
Which warmed my young blood for more exquisite blisses,
Whilst his bold daring hand, in pursuit of his game,
Pressed my bosom, and wandered all over my frame;
But most frequently trespassed – conceive my distress,
Where my pen dare not write, but I’m sure you can guess.
In tears I entreated him not to be rude,
But he sealed up my mouth, and his gambols pursued,
Declaring that ‘if men might not do as they list,
‘The world in a short time would cease to exist.’
This was all very true; then he bade me reflect,
That our parents, dear souls, so refined and correct,
Had done the same thing – and indeed ‘twas quite clear,
If they had not, we surely should not have been here;
Moreover, he said, ‘on that very day,
‘I’d promised, in church, to love and obey;
‘And the parson himself in a plain exhortation,
‘Had stated that marriage and due copulation
‘Were sent to check sin and prevent fornication;
‘So that those whose desires were impetuous and randy.
‘Might always have something to quiet them handy;
‘Hence ’twas plainly quite wrong to preserve such a distance,
‘And thwart his desires by a prudish resistance.’
This reserve was soon banished, and love unrestrained
By alarm, or by coyness, triumphantly reigned.
All his wanton endearments I freely returned,
’Till the flame of desire irresistibly burned.
Then proudly in arms, without further delay,
Like a lion he eagerly leapt on his prey,
And pursuing his course to the summit of friction,
His strong ample lance briskly pressed for admission;
But oh! such a weapon this wonderful lance is,
Surpassing by far our most juvenile fancies,
So resistless in power, and extended in length,
That so soon as I felt its dimensions and strength,
O’ercome with alarm, I exclaimed with a sigh:
‘Oh! for God’s sake forebear, or I am sure I shall die;’
But my pains and my prayers alike were unheeded,
For, bent on his purpose, the spoiler proceeded.
But although he was armed, as I thought, like a giant,
Dame Nature has made us young damsels so pliant,
That expanding, I yielded at every aggression,
Until he had obtained the completest possession;
Then I found my dear girl, that the saying’s quite true –
That ‘a man and his wife are but one, and not two,’
For a union so close, all description surpasses,
And can scarce be conceived by you innocent lasses.
Deep within me, so proudly, the conqueror swelling,
And kindled new life in his snug little dwelling,
While our limbs interwoven, in the primest position,
Completed the junction so well called coition.
The conflict now raged, and ‘twas ravishing quite,
All my pain became pleasure, my terrors delight;
That great engine of bliss, in perpetual motion,
Played his part with such exquisite skill and devotion,
That as each eager thrust was impressively given,
I felt quite exhausted, and wafted to heaven;
Round his vigorous frame like a tendril I twined,
Whilst our lips in lascivious billings were joined,
And we revelled in joy, till our transport at last,
Reached the crisis of Hymen’s delightful repast,
When, by, rapture’s full tide, overwhelmed and oppressed,
With a strong closing effort he sank on my breast!
For some moments entranced, dissolving we lay,
While the fountains of pleasure were briskly at play,
And there thrilled through my veins an o’erpowering sensation,
And we gave the warm pledge of a new generation.
But, although the first tempest of passion was spent,
My young hero on further achievement was bent,
For he still kept possession, with power unsubdued,
And embracing me closely, his pastime pursued;
Delighted, I felt the keen impulse again,
And re-paid, with fresh ardour, the feats of my swain,
Who, more temperate now, played his amorous part,
And restrained the wild force of his soul-stirring dart.
Now halting – as if to prolong the delight –
Then again pressing on in the exquisite fight,
Till, panting with pleasure, my breath nearly gone,
I courted brisk action, and whispered, ‘push on.’
All attention, he promptly the summons obeyed,
And again the rich tribute of ecstasy paid,
Till exhausted and spent with the genial emission,
We motionless lay in mere inanition.
Here the first act of wedlock was brought to a close,
And panting we sank into quiet repose;
But our slumbers were short, for warm fancy, impressed,
With the scenes which had passed, was destruction to rest,
And my dreams still reflected my amours again,
That I started, and woke with my blood in a flame;
Thus excited, I sought the renewal of bliss,
And impressed on my partner a warm ardent kiss,
Which, infusing fresh spirit through every vein,
Soon nerved him for love’s sweet encounter again,
And he placed in my hand the dear source of my pleasure,
The pride of his manhood, and woman’s best treasure.
The rogue, as I pressed him, grew stronger and stronger,
Till unable to bear my grasp any longer,
He flew to my arms, and with one active tilt,
Lodged his excellent weapon clean up to the hilt;
Then again we pursued our connubial employment,
And strained every nerve to increase our enjoyment.
Wild murmurs of ecstasy marked every stroke,
And the bed in its creaking our ardour bespoke,
Until, soon, we completed the blest operation,
And poured forth together our mutual libation.
Thus alternately sleeping and sporting we lay,
’Till bright Phœbus had mounted the chariot of day.
Five times we indulged in our amorous riot,
When my hero at length, seemed disposed to be quiet;
But, to tell you the truth, had he given me a score,
I still should have ardently coveted more;
But, more prudent, he thought it was time to observe
The maxim of keeping a corps in reserve,
And that he would not appear with ‘eclat,’
If so soon, he was made a ‘hors de combat;’
Still I clung fast around him with unquenched desire,
And fanned the warm embers of love’s drooping fire.
Grown bold, I extended my warm roving hand,
And felt my dear playfellow gently expand,
Till he soon had attained the completest perfection,
And proudly stood forth in the grandest erection;
But my tormentor, laughing, still lay on his back,
And declared ‘twas my turn to commence the attack;
So I mounted at once, and as something to brag on,
I acted the part of St. George and the Dragon;
And managed it, too, with such skill and address,
That it quickly was crowned with the wished for success.
This completed the sports of this wonderful night,
And put the last seal on this work of delight;
So we rose to perform our respective ablutions,
And wash off the stains of our frequent pollutions.
But words, after all, do but faintly reveal
The joys which, in wedlock, you’re destined to feel;
Then lose not a moment, my dear Isabella,
But fly to the arms of some handsome young fellow,
Make haste and get married as soon as you can,
For life’s quite a blank, till enjoyed with a man,
Who will quickly remove every girlish dilemma,
And make you as blest as your happy friend –
EMMA.
How she trembled and hid her face on my bosom, as the reading proceeded, whilst my prick was fairly throbbing with impatience under her bottom.
At last it was finished, and dropping the book, I took her face between my two hands, and bringing our lips together, we indulged in a long luscious kiss, which seemed to make her whole frame vibrate with emotion, especially when I thrust my tongue as wantonly as possible into her mouth, and she almost sucked my breath away.
At length she broke away, exclaiming, ‘What a naughty, rude man you must be Fred, to bring that book to read to me, in fact you’re dreadfully indelicate altogether, now get into that cupboard at once, sir!’ opening the door, and motioning me to enter.
Willing to humour her for a little while, I stepped inside, but remarked as I did so, ‘My idea, Ada, is in a hurry for me to be still more indelicate, but my darling can’t be more impatient than I am.’
She did not answer, but I heard the key turned in the lock, and then a considerable rustling of dress, as she was evidently making haste for fear I should burst the door open to look at her.
‘You are a good boy, Fred, to be so patient, and if always so obedient to your little wifey, I can never love you too much.’
‘All right, dearest, but do make haste, for I’m really very impatient,’ I replied, then I heard a faint trickling sound, and guessed she was at the moment performing the last necessary duty of nature, before being ready for bed.
A moment or two after the key was turned very softly in the lock, and pushing open the cupboard door I had to grope my way to the bed, for the little minx had drawn the thick window curtains quite close as well as putting out the wax lights.
I found my birdie safe between the sheets, only her head was buried out of sight, so throwing aside the bedclothes, my hand was upon her bosom in a moment, when she said softly, and evidently in a great flutter, ‘Why, Fred, you’re surely not coming to bed in your clothes, are you?’
‘My darling you put out the lights, and made me forget all about that, certainly I must undress myself, but must light up to do so,’ I answered, and soon the room was again illuminated by at least a dozen wax lights. The facetious hotel people had determined we should have enough candles to see well, and find our way into Hymen’s bower of love, so I applied the taper to them all, especially as I knew they would be charged in the bill.
I was not bashful if she was, so soon stripped off everything, careless of whether she looked or not. My prick was in a fine state of erection, and you know it is a fair-sized instrument of its kind.
No doubt the sly puss had a good look at her fate, although pretending to hide her head.
For a moment or so I stood before the cheval glass, admiring my own manly beauty, especially the dart of love as I drew back the skin from its ruby head, and shook it triumphantly, so that she might have a good sight reflected in the glass.
Somehow the idea of exposing myself as much as possible to the little frightened creature, seemed to excite my lust to its utmost pitch of desire.
Next I slipped on my night shirt, and taking up the utensil, found my penis so distended that it was almost impossible to make water for a minute or two, till I had cooled it over the bidet with some cold water and a sponge. At length I managed to discharge a fine volume of water, the sound of which no doubt must have reached her ears, even if covered up.
Without putting out the lights I made my way to the bed, and opening the sheets, sprang in, and at once drew my trembling bride close to me, as I folded her in my arms, and took a long wanton kiss, tongueing and sucking each other’s breath for a few seconds, till I felt my prick as hard as ever, throbbing against her belly, so slipping my hands down, I raised her chemise de nuit, and my own shirt, till we were both naked up to the arm-pits. What a delicious pair of hard, firm, round, little globes of love, her bosom now displayed to my delighted gaze, as the bedclothes were slightly thrown back. I moulded them with my fingers, kissed and sucked the pretty brown nipples, and made them feel my pretended bites, till the two little things were as stiff as little pricks. Then suddenly darting one hand lower down I felt the soft silky down on her Mons Veneris, and found her legs slightly open to give me a chance of attacking the grotto beneath.
‘Darling, I must first ascertain that you are really a maid, that is a thing it is impossible I can be deceived in, has any one else ever been here?’ I asked, placing one finger in her crack, which I found already quite moistened by a spend in anticipation, brought on no doubt by my attentions to her bubbles.
Her thighs closed convulsively at the instant, and as I could see her face quite plainly, the previous crimson flush was suddenly succeeded by an ashy paleness, and then as suddenly flushed up again, as the tears welled in torrents from her blue-black eyes.
‘I’m undone, you’ll never forgive me!’ she sobbed as if her heart would break. ‘Let me get up and go home to my uncle. Oh, oh, Fred, Fred, I never thought you could know. No, more you would,’ she added, almost passionately, ‘if you had acted in a manly way at once; but – but, of course your finger is a different thing. Oh, do let me go!’
She jumped out of bed, and would have been dressed in a very short time, sobbing all the while as if she would break her heart.
Her tears had an extraordinary effect upon me, I don’t believe I had loved her before that moment, but now I yearned to comfort her, and felt how terrible it would be to lose such a darling.
‘Ada,’ I said, rushing to her, and folding her in my arms in spite of her resistance, ‘I can forgive you everything if you tell me all – all – everything – what different are you now to what you would have been tomorrow morning, even if you had been a maid. Will you unbosom yourself, and love me as before, then nothing can interfere with our happiness?’
She fell on her knees, sobbing and crying more than ever, but presently composing herself a little, exclaimed, ‘How good and generous of you, dear Fred, I will tell you all, and love you, and do everything you wish for the rest of my life. I won’t even be jealous of other women as some foolish girls are. You shall have every freedom, and I will do my best to retain your love. But love me now, Freddy, I can’t tell my tale till we feel one in every respect, tomorrow you shall know all.’
She was as passive as a lamb. I slipped off my night-shirt, and pulled every rag off her back as well.
What a beauty she was, so small, but perfect in every limb and part. In a frenzy of passion I carried her to the bed, threw her down and was between her legs in a moment, but she was awfully tight, and I had indeed to push hard to effect my entrance. She heaved up her bottom, and glued her lips to mine; I could not retain myself, but spent immediately. Then we lay in the ecstatic trance you know so well, till I felt the contractions of her cunt urging me to go on again. She is a perfect little devil for cock, and made me go on again and again, without withdrawing for a moment, till I had spent four times, and my prick was quite skinned.
When at last I did retire from the scene of my defeat, (for she had fairly exhausted me), I noticed a considerable stain of blood of the lips of her pussy, and on the sheet.
‘I have really injured you as much as if I had taken your maidenhead, Ada dear,’ I said.
A curious smile passed over her face, as she said, ‘But for your threatening finger I should have cheated you, still I am far happier now, my Fred and will let you into the secret.
‘I consulted a very clever old woman, who advised me to wash myself well with alum water, to tighten and harden my sheath, and then when the important crisis approached, to pass up a couple of good ripe red strawberries, which would give the proper stain – was it not clever, my pet; but I am indeed happiest as it is!’
We washed, and then before going to sleep, she first kissed my prick most affectionately for some minutes, and at last when I assured her that I was too sore for further play, she lubricated it with cold cream, hoping I should be all right in the morning.
What delicious dreams I had as I lay in the arms of my pet. It was all gone through again, only if anything with greater enjoyment, and at last I awoke in the act of spending, and found that my little wife had been gamahuching me in reality, till I quite unconsciously came in her mouth.
After breakfast we took a long walk over the lovely common, whilst far out of hearing of a living human being, she confided to me the following remarkable tale:
When we had walked some distance, Ada said, ‘Now, Fred, I will keep my word, and tell you all about my introduction to the ways of enjoyment, for I feel sure you must guess I am no novice.’
‘Go on, dearest,’ I answered, ‘I only like you the better for your candour.’
She stopped and made me kiss her, again and again, and joked me about my prick getting stiff in my trousers, promising that her narrative would excite me tremendously, and that she really trembled for the consequences, when we should go to bed again.
‘And perhaps long before that,’ I replied with a laugh, ‘but do go on, I’m all impatience.’
‘You know I’m an orphan,’ she began, ‘and that I and my brother Ferdie have lived with our guardian, Uncle Harry, since our parents were lost in the City of Boston steamer, which was never heard of after leaving America, and you know uncle is still quite a young man, a year or two under forty; but, darling Fred, you must promise before I go further with my tale, to forgive every one I may mention, and remember too, dearest, that Uncle Harry is so rich, and besides he handed you my dower, did he not promise you another £20,000 if we lived happily together for five years, say you forgive them all as you have forgiven me?’
How could I do otherwise but promise, besides I have made up my mind to earn that £20,000, and perhaps may get it out of her uncle before the stipulated five years of kindness to Ada.
She continued, ‘It is hardly four years since I went to live at uncle’s place in Hertfordshire, you know the fine old hall standing in a large park; he was away in town, being an MP, but as soon as the session was over came at once to Curlington, and soon won my affections by his great kindness and consideration for our orphaned state.
‘Ferdie used to come into my bedroom, (which was next to his), every night to kiss me before going to bed, and I soon began to notice that his embraces and kisses were getting more impassioned every day. One evening in particular he seemed as if he would never take his departure, so that when I had removed my dress, modesty prevented me continuing to disrobe until he was gone, “Now Ferdie, one more kiss and be off, I want to go to bed!”
‘He was sitting by my side on the edge of the bed, and suddenly clasping me to his bosom, glued his lips to mine is such a warm sucking kiss, that I blushed and tried to get away from him, “Ah, for shame sir! you shan’t come into my room again!” I gasped, almost choked by his kissing, as I found one of his daring hands on my thigh under my skirts.
‘“I must, I will, never mind me Ada, I want to see if you are like a picture I have seen; would you like to look at it darling?”
‘He spoke excitedly, and I was too astonished to answer, my skirts were thrown up, and he put his fingers in my little crack, which made me feel so funny, and then forcing my thighs apart, began to kiss me there in such a way, tickling the little button you know of with the tip of his tongue so lasciviously, that I was lost at once, and quite gave myself up to the delicious sensations aroused in me for the first time.
‘“How nice, how lovely! Oh, Ferdie, what shall I do?” I exclaimed, “there’s something coming, for heaven’s sake leave me alone darling!”
‘But he only redoubled his sucking and tongueing, whilst I squirmed and twisted about in ecstasy till I fairly came in his mouth.
‘“May I sleep with you darling?” he asked, when we had got over the excitement a little, “I will show you a book of pictures belonging to Uncle Harry, and we can practise all the ‘Loves of Venus’, as it is called.”
‘“How can I refuse my dear boy,” I replied, “only make haste and undress quietly in your room, so no one can hear us, and bring the book for me to see.”
‘He soon came back, with only his night shirt on, and made me take off mine, which was all I had on, as he wanted to admire my figure, and see if I had any little fur below yet, or if I was as beautiful as the girls pictured in the book.
‘“What a little love my sister is, don’t you think so, Ada?” he said smiling, then proceeded to kiss the firm round globes of my bosom, whilst his hand passed over and moulded every part of my person, making comments as he examined each part, such as, “Delicious bubbles! What a firm little rump, and what a lovely fat little cunny you have, sissy; how nicely it is getting covered with the soft downy hair just beginning to grow!”
‘His touches fired the blood in my veins till I was quite beside myself, and yet without knowing what I wanted, he seemed to take such delight in handling me, that at last I thought it would be best to repay a few of his liberties, so I suddenly pushed him backwards, and noticing how his shirt stuck up over a certain part, just raised it to see the cause.
‘“And pray what do you call this, sir?” I asked, taking the upright shaft in my left hand, as I was kneeling up between his legs, “and what pray do you call this bag with two lumps in it, which hangs below?”
‘“Little simpleton,” he said excitedly, “don’t you know what they are? Why, to be sure, one is my cock, and the other my balls or bollocks, as some would call them; they also have other names, such as prick, pego, John Thomas, for a man’s cock, which do you like best love?”
‘“And is that what a man puts into a woman to make babies?” I asked.
‘“Look at the book first, then if you are agreeable, Ada darling, we will try some of the designs, so Miss Impudence just cover up those jewels again with my shirt tail, and let us look at my prize.”
‘The book was a small oblong album, in half morocco and gilt edges, lettered outside “The Love of Venus”.
‘The first plate as he opened it, was a representation of Mercury catching Venus and Mars in a net, just as she was in the act of riding a St George and the God of War. It was a luscious scene, you could see her straddling over him with the shaft of love well up her cunny, but the idea was rather spoilt by the look of surprise caused by the sudden envelopment of the lovers in the treacherous net.
‘The second representation was another beautifully soft steel plate, called “La Danza di Bacco e Arianna”. This must have been before Bacchus grew into the bloated young man he is usually pictured to be. In this one the artist represents a lovely youth with standing pego, dancing with a lovely girl who also shows all her naked charms in front of his standard of love, which is almost close enough to touch her unfledged grotto.
I remember all the plates in the book so well, because we often looked at them afterwards.
‘The third was a swing scene, a lovely naked woman, her eyes almost closed by excessive emotion, clinging to the ropes by her hands, whilst her bottom projects in the most inviting manner towards her sweetheart, (also naked) who stands ready to meet and catch her luscious cunt right upon his standing prick, in fact he is steadying the swing so as to make sure of hitting the mark at every return.
‘There were dozens of fine steel plates in the album, illustrating every possible position in which the passion of love could be enjoyed, but I will only describe one more of them. It represented a pretty girl seated in front of her youth, on a kind of rocking boat, with their toes just touching the floor to give the required motion; his prick is right in her bottom, and she is turning her face round to look at him, as he enjoys the sight of seeing his pego go in and out, at every rise and fall of the boat, a most luscious idea.
‘“Now, Ada, which position do you like best?” my brother asked, as he put the book under the pillow.
“I’m so afraid, dearest, to let you put that great thing into me, but I think the most affectionate and loving picture is where each one is kissing and sucking the other, you kissed me so nicely at first, may I now repay it to your cock, whilst you kiss me again?”
‘He threw off his shirt, and then made me lay over him, so that my bottom was over his face, which he buried between my thighs, and at once commenced sucking my crack in the most exciting manner. How his tongue tickled that delicious sensitive spot you know so well, and then for a change he would draw it all along the crack once or twice, then thrust it right into me, and suck as if his life depended on it. How it fired every drop of blood in my veins, I pressed myself closer and closer to his dear lips as they gave me such exquisite bliss, and seized hold of his cock with both hands, as I brought the ruby head to my lips. Totally inexperienced as I was up to that moment, I instinctively rolled my tongue round the top, and even tickled the little hole from which he makes water, then imitating his motions, I licked all along the shaft, and even sucked his balls, when just as I was doing so I felt a sudden extra stiffening of the affair, and felt a lot of warm drops fall, or spout upon my neck; if I had had him in my mouth I should have had to swallow it.
‘I knew something delicious had happened to him, as he gave such a deep drawn sigh, then ejaculated, “Darling – love – what pleasure you give me, dear sister.”
‘A sympathetic thrill of delight shot through my frame, and almost directly I inundated his mouth with quite a profusion of my own juice, which he seemed thoroughly to enjoy, for his tongue was so active he could not have missed a single drop.
‘Our room was in darkness, as in the midst of our gamahuching the lamp had gone out, and I fancied as soon as I came to myself a little, that I heard a sigh and a rustling as if someone was moving about.
‘“What’s that, Ferdie?” I whispered, “oh, do run into your room and let me bolt the door, or I’m sure uncle, or someone will find you here!”
‘Giving me a kiss, he took the album from under the pillow and slipped out of the room.
‘I followed to bolt the door, and fancied I heard a whispering in the corridor; however, knowing I was now safe, I soon fell asleep after the extraordinary and enervating emotions I had experienced under Ferdie’s tuition.
‘During the next morning, whilst my brother was gone fishing, and I was sitting at work, making a smoking cap for our guardian, who should enter but uncle himself, a most unusual thing, and he looked so serious, my guilty conscience at once told me he knew all.
‘Seating himself by my side on an ottoman, “Is my little girl doing that for Uncle Harry?” he asked.
‘“Who else should I make it for, uncle?”
‘“But you might have a sweetheart, Ada!”
‘“For shame, uncle, I don’t even know a boy of my own age!” I said with a laugh.
‘“Isn’t Ferdie your lover, I caught him slipping out of your bedroom at two o’clock this morning!”
‘My face crimsoned, and I burst into tears, sobbing as if my heart would break, as I sprang up and tried to rush from his sight. He was after me in a moment, and grasping me round the waist, carried me back to the ottoman, and placed me upon his lap, kissing my forehead tenderly at the same time.
‘“Perhaps things are not quite so bad, Ada; Uncle Harry can forgive anything if you love him.”
‘“How kind, how good of you, dear uncle!” I cried, sobbing on his breast, “you know we both love you so dearly!”
‘“Then I will tell my birdie,” he went on, “that I peeped into the room and saw all, in fact the sight made me sigh so, you were startled, and I had to slink away; now all I want is to join in your love gambols, and for you to be as free with me as you are with Ferdie, only think of him taking my little album to show you, but I can show you a lot more beautiful pictures as well as books, if you come to my library. You have read the history of Rome, but never saw an account of the private lives of the Emperors, how some loved their own sons and daughters, whilst Nero had his mother, and Caligula his horse, the latter in fact had a kind of platform in the stable with a pair of low shafts, into which his horse was backed, and so harnessed that he could neither kick or get away, whilst his Imperial master made love to his bottom behind, but that was a dirty fancy, sons and daughters, or better still nephews and neices are more in my way, but you shall see the book for yourself, and can read it, as you know French.”
‘Whilst he was speaking his hand wandered under my clothes, and already got possession of my slightly fledged crack.
‘“What a beautiful little plump thing you have, Ada, how it excited me to see you and Ferdie kissing each other’s affairs, I felt quite overcome, and had to frig myself, which made me sigh when I came, that was what you heard, darling!”
‘“What is frigging, uncle?” I asked in my simplicity.
‘“Rubbing my cock up and down with my hand, till I make the seed spurt, will my little love do it for her uncle?” he asked.
‘“Anything to give you pleasure. You love us so I know, shall I put my hand into your trousers and find him?”
‘“Yes darling,” he replied, kissing me ardently, “you couldn’t please me better.”
‘I slipped down on my knees, and with trembling hands unbuttoned his trousers; there was a great hard thing under his shirt, and I soon exposed a fine manly weapon about nine inches long and thick in proportion.
‘How proudly it stood, as I measured its length by grasping it one hand over the other, drawing the skin downwards, till the fiery red head was fully exposed, projecting quite two inches beyond what my little hands could hold of its length.
‘My first impulse was to imprint a gentle kiss on its beautiful top, my tongue shot out instinctively to tickle and give him pleasure.
‘He gave a deep, long drawn sigh, as he murmured, “Go on, Ada, my little love, kiss and rub me both at once, you will soon give me most exquisite pleasure! Ah – oh – go on – suck me – rub me quick – take it all in your mouth – don’t be afraid, darling! Ah – that’s grand – what a love – oh, oh, oh – there!” he ejaculated as I went on, and at last I felt the same sudden spasm shoot along the shaft as I was handling him, and my mouth was flooded with his warm creamy emission, which would have choked me if I had not greedily swallowed it all, yes, and enjoyed it too dearie!’
As Ada was telling me her confession we had settled upon a bank, and just at this point she had my trousers undone, as you may guess my prick was in a fine state. She took it into her little mouth at once, and racked me off deliciously, never stopping for a moment till she had drained the last drop, then looked up in my face with a smile, and said, ‘Dear Fred, you didn’t know I was so accomplished, did you? I do enjoy that so, and I know it gives you pleasure. I have often kissed your sister Frederica, and you can tell her I’ve told you if you like. That was when she came to see us at uncle’s, and happened on days when we were left alone by ourselves, only she used to say she liked a man best, and so do I darling love!’
She continued, ‘I need not tell you much more about our doings at Curlington; uncle took my maidenhead, and used to delight in seeing Ferdie have me. Other times he would have me himself, whilst Ferdie laid by our side on the bed, so that uncle could suck his cock, whilst my brother played with his big affair as it worked in and out of little Ada. My hands would also be busy frigging Ferdie’s prick into uncle’s mouth. Don’t you think it was awfully grand, even if so dreadfully wicked, as people would say if they knew? Do you know, Fred, I am longing to see you take the impudence out of the chambermaid at the hotel, as I believe she is as knowing as she looks.’
‘Do you really mean that you would like to see me have that girl, Ada?’
‘Yes, to be sure, and especially as I believe it would give you pleasure,’ she replied.
Of course it suited me, but I determined to make Ada lay the trap herself, so I just communicated to her a little plan which I thought would work admirably, which she readily agreed to carry out, whilst I should be hidden in the same closet, in which I had waited the previous night whilst she undressed and got into bed.
Next morning I purposely made my arrangements for being away all day, in the presence of our intended victim when she came into our sitting room at breakfast time to receive Ada’s orders, about several things she required during the morning, notably, a bath she wished to have in our bedroom with Sophy for attendant.
About one o’clock I was put away in the closet, with a tall stool to sit upon, and a nice little peephole, so that I could see and hear everything done in the room.
Enter Miss Sophy in answer to Ada’s ring.
‘Is the bath ready to be brought in, and have you plenty of time to attend to me Sophy? You can tell them you are engaged with me, and they can charge it in the bill, if they please to do so, for your extra attendance,’ said Ada.
‘Certainly ma’am,’ and away trotted the chambermaid.
Then two of the hotel servants brought in the bath and all the necessary requirements for it, and Ada ordered Sophy to bolt the door.
Then my wife was undressed and bathed, after which she insisted upon Sophy stripping and having a bath also.
I had enjoyed the sight of Ada being wiped down by the chambermaid, who even applied the towels to the most interesting chink of love, seeming to take a peculiar kind of interest in my wife’s cunny.
And now I was doubly pleased to see Sophy strip as Ada helped her to do so, ever and anon complimenting the girl on her different beauties and contrasting them with her own.
Sophy was a finely moulded girl of medium height, with dark red auburn hair, hazel eyes and rosy cheeks, whilst, as to her crack, it looked deliciously small and tight, with only just a shade of rather golden hair upon the mount, her skin was as white as alabaster, and the girl was evidently proud of herself.
She was soon into and out of the bath, then Ada attended to her with the towels, and I could see considerably excited Miss Sophy by occasional funny touches, making her blush all over every now and then.
‘What a love you are, Sophy, how I should like to cuddle you in bed, do you think you could love me, dear?’ she asked.
‘Oh, ma’am, your husband might come back and catch us; pray don’t, its so rude, you make me so ashamed!’
By this time Ada was standing with one arm round the girl’s waist, kissing her mouth, whilst the other hand had got its forefinger on the sensitive spot just inside Sophy’s crack, and was gently frigging her as their naked bellies touched one another.
‘Isn’t that nice, Sophy dear? Doesn’t it make you love me a little?’ she whispered.
‘Yes, yes, it’s beautiful, but, oh ma’am, how can you do so to me?’ she answered with a sigh, blushing deeper than ever.
‘You know, Sophy, that girls often love other girls as much or more than they do men; here, sit on my lap on the sofa, and I will tell you of something which has just happened in Paris, and for printing which the editor of a French newspaper is now undergoing a sentence of twelve months imprisonment.
‘It was an article calling public attention to this incident, and pretended to expose the secret practices of young ladies whose morals were supposed to be above suspicion.
‘The names were fictitious of course, but everyone believes the story is founded on actual facts.
‘A member of the old nobility, Monsieur St. Roque, wishing to marry, determined not to select a wife from the frivolous young beauties of Parisian society, the lightness of whose morals he hadn’t the greatest possible horror of, but selected a young girl of sixteen, whose parents had had her brought up and entirely educated at a convent, of the strictest possible reputation, in fact she only left the religious establishment on the morning of her marriage.
‘Everything went on smoothly for a short time, excepting that Monsieur found his bride so cold, and evidently pining for something or some one.
‘One night, in bed, he elicited from Celestine, in answer to his enquiry of what she wanted to make her really happy, that she was triste on account of having been parted from Mlle. Sapho, her most intimate friend and bedfellow at the convent.
‘“Is that all, my darling, then we will invite her to pay us a long visit at once,” replied Monsieur, only too happy to think that such a trifle would make his little wife happy, and attributing her sadness, in his innocence of mind, to the extreme youth of his spouse, and the extraordinary affection of two young girls for each other (he was quite right, but little guessed the nature and foundation of such loving attachment).
‘Mlle. Sapho’s presence seemed to bring him all the access of happiness he had wished for, the young bride’s coldness was at once changed to a warm loving demeanour; in fact he found she was almost too exacting in her constant demands upon his vigour, and found himself regularly kept to the “whole duty of a man”, i.e. a constant worship at the shrine of Venus.
‘He also noticed that the two loving girls were very fond of repairing by themselves to a little pavilion in a very secluded part of the garden, so his curiosity prompted him to spy out their secret, and placed himself in ambuscade in a shrubbery at the back of the pavilion, so that when his birds entered their cage he could both hear and see all that passed between them.
‘“How dull I am without you, Celestine, you quite forget me, now you can enjoy your husband every night,” said the young wife’s friend.
‘“You do me great injustice dear, dear, darling Sapho, you know I would not be happy till I got Monsieur to invite you to stay with us, and now you complain that I am forgetful of you, when the fact is that I burn more and more for your love every day. Let me love you now, and I promise this very night to make my husband agree to all you wish, can I do more to show my love?” replied the young wife, kissing and taking all sorts of loving liberties with her friend, as they assisted each other to divest themselves of their clothing, till both were perfectly naked.
‘The sight drove Monsieur St. Roque almost beside himself, when he found that Celestine was a confirmed young tribade, but restraining himself, he witnessed all their salacious and indelicate games, sucking, kissing, and toying till with a positive groan of horror, he beheld them in the last listless state of prostration which succeeds for a short time the attainment of forbidden joys.
‘It was only by putting the greatest possible restraint upon himself that he was able to rest till night should disclose what his wife had promised to ask of him.
‘They had retired to bed, and his wanton little wife was more loving than ever, so much so that she almost drove from his mind the disagreeable incidents of the morning, the denouement of which he had been so anxiously awaiting, and he was just about to mount upon the throne of love when she exclaimed, with a slight laugh at his impetuosity, “Ah, no, no, not yet love, you must promise me something first.”
“You know I will refuse you nothing, Celestine, that is proper for my wife to have,” he replied.
“But it is not exactly proper, sir, although very nice, especially for you; you can’t refuse me, or I won’t kiss your affair in the way you are so fond of having me do. Make up your mind at once, or I will take away my hand and turn my back; do you promise or not, whatever it may be it won’t hurt you, but only add to our pleasure?”
‘He consented, and breathlessly awaited her explanation, which was, that Sapho and herself, when at the convent, had been taught by one of the nuns all the ways of procuring pleasure for each other, and that afterwards being bedfellows, made them so fond of each other that they bound themselves by a most fearful oath, that neither of them should enjoy a sensual pleasure without the full participation of her friend, in fact the first one who got married was to share her husband with the other, and if both had husbands they would exchange, or have them altogether in the same room.
‘“And, now darling, let me run and fetch Sapho, she is dying for you to have her, then we will both kiss you in every possible way, and always have our love together, won’t it be delicious?” saying which she sprang from the bed and left the room.
‘Imagine the husband’s horror at finding his wife such a filthy-minded debauched creature, all faith in her purity gone, and himself wretched, dishonoured, disgraced, how could he live?
‘When Celestine returned with Sapho she found Monsieur St. Roque gone, so they amused themselves in the best way they could, expecting him to surprise them every moment, till at last, after about an hour, a loud report of firearms startled them from their lascivious frolics.
‘The noble husband had blown out his brains, but not before leaving a letter to his banker, which fully explained his reasons for so doing.’
‘What do you think of that story, Sophy, I don’t think my husband would shoot himself if I asked him to have you, and what would you say?’ asked Ada of the chambermaid, as her rude touches fairly made the girl shiver with sensuous delight.
‘For shame, ma’am, you would kill me, and besides if he could but see us now, it would disgust him,’ was the blushing answer.
‘Not so long as you don’t encourage him to make love on the sly; the only thing to disgust him is a mock modest girl who wants a bit of cock, and pretends not to. I must run to the w.c. dearie, in the next room, so please get my clean things out of that closet by the time I come back,’ and Ada ran out laughing.
Now was the moment, and I was as naked as the first day I was born, excepting of course, a little hair on my prick, as I had let everything, dressing gown, etc., drop off me in anticipation of my turn soon arriving. Mr. Pego was in a glorious state, fit for any young lady’s inspection.
Sophy advanced to the closet, and opened the door, ‘My God, sir, what shall I do! What a shame!’ she screamed, and I heard Ada laughingly call out from the next room, ‘Make the best of him, dear, you are welcome!’
In a moment Sophy flew to the bed, and hid her face in the pillow, but I seized hold of her buttocks at once, and soon got into her dog fashion, and had a most glorious fuck, which she evidently enjoyed immensely, being so well prepared and excited by my little wife beforehand.
She spent so profusely that it fairly dropped down the inside of her thighs, still she pretended to be so bashful and would not even look at me.
‘This is too hard work, Sophy,’ I said, ‘if you want to hide your face, I shall put you on the bed, and then I don’t mind,’ so suiting the action to the word I hoisted her up, and soon had her kneeling in front of me with her face still in the pillow, and determined to give her a treat she little dreamed of.
My prick was as stiff as ever, and at once took his place again in the girl’s cunt to her evident delight, to judge from the way she wriggled her bum, and met me at every lunge.
My plan was to go on that way a little till she was tremendously excited, then slyly applying some spittle to her other tight little pink hole, I changed from one to the other, and was fairly into her bottom before she could remonstrate, and in a moment or two she hardly knew the difference except by the great increase of excitement, and we soon spent again with cries of delight, which for her part she found it quite impossible to repress.
I was fairly pumped out for a time, but Ada came into the room and asked Sophy what she thought of me, then she jumped on the bed by the side of us, and commenced playing with my late partner, never giving the girl a moment’s rest, frigging her and slapping her buttocks, till poor Sophy almost groaned with renewed excitement. Ada kissed her and hugged her to her bosom, tipping the velvet with her tongue, and doing everything she could think of to stir all the fires of Sophy’s warm temperament.
At last she exclaimed, ‘Oh, ma’am, how you excite me, and you haven’t got a prick, that’s what I want, and look at your husband, he’s quite used up, poor man, no doubt you took a lot out of him before you got up this morning!’
‘Silly girl, why you’re actually jealous of me, I do believe,’ laughed Ada. ‘You don’t know that thing so well as I do, it only wants a little coaxing Sophy. Now take my advice, just get over him, and take it in your hand and help yourself. A true man like my husband never refuses to pity a girl who wants it.’
Saying which she again left us alone, and Sophy proceeded to act upon her advice. Her face was flushed with blushes, whilst the dark red masses of her hair fell in dishevelled locks over those alabaster shoulders, and those otherwise soft hazel eyes were full of humid lustful fire, as she put her left leg across me, then taking hold of my limp affair in her right hand, she essayed to bring its head to her longing gap. Her fruitless efforts both amused and excited me, especially when I noticed how chagrined she looked at the result of her first efforts, I smiled, and drawing her face down to mine, gave the dear girl a luscious kiss that she fairly quivered with emotions from head to foot.
‘Keep it in your hand Sophy, and keep kissing me as you rub its head against your crack, and I shall soon be ready to oblige you darling, once more,’ I whispered.
Didn’t she kiss me, that’s all, I never knew a girl seem to want me so much; she thrust her tongue into my mouth, she rubbed her cunt down on the head of my cock, till in a minute or two he gradually got firm enough to keep his place, then throwing her arms around me, she rode me famously, there was such a delicious contraction in the folds of her vagina, that she gave me the most exquisite pleasure, and to judge by her actions she was almost beside herself with wanton desire, and at last when she spent, went into screaming and laughing hysterics.
Next day Ada’s brother Ferdie came down from London, to see how we were getting on, and he was enlightened as to all she had confessed to me. He is such a lovable young fellow. I took to him more than ever, and by the introduction of Sophy, we made up a most happy quartette every night, as we got him a room next to ours, and Ada obtained permission for the chambermaid to sleep in our little ante-room, in case she was required to attend my wife, who pretended to be very delicate.
There are many who consider incest such a dreadful crime, but I would just ask such persons what can be more natural than for brothers and sisters to love each other, and allow all those freedoms which only strangers who may happen to marry them are supposed to have a right to.
How could I help loving you to distraction, my darling Frederica, it always seemed to me the most natural thing in the world that I should possess all those charms of my beautiful sister, which had ripened under my very eyes as it were. You always seemed my property, and why should I have left for a stranger the fruit which had, as it were, grown under my own eyes?
Adam’s children must have married brothers and sisters, and their parent himself must have been something more than incestuous if the bible is to be believed, for Eve was even part of himself, bone of his bone, and flesh of his flesh; did not Abraham have his own sister Sarah for wife, from whom descended God’s own special people, and even the Messiah of the Christian World. In fact we are all the offspring of incest, or the globe would never have been peopled.
The ancient Egyptian Ptolemys always had their sisters for wives.
The wickedness of incest is a manufactured article, made a sin, not by God, but by the restlessness of mankind, ever on the move to make fresh offences out of harmless things, and continually piling up the burden of over government which the growing instinct of liberty in the present generation will soon, I hope, sweep away.
But to go on, I loved Ferdie soon quite as much as his sister, and almost every night our first programme would be for him to have his sister. They are both small but so beautifully proportioned, and seemed so thoroughly to enjoy fucking each other, that it was the greatest treat I could have to see them in the act.
I would sit with Sophy on my knee, as I tickled her clitoris with my fingers, making her spend over and over again, as I would talk to her thus: ‘Isn’t it lovely, dear, to see such a pretty pair in action? Look at Ferdie’s beautiful prick as it slips in and out of his sister! Don’t you wish you had a brother to fuck you Sophy? Now they’re coming; look, look, how they strain, and shove to get in even another quarter of an inch. It’s over, my God, how they must have spent, look at it oozing and dripping on the bed. Frig me quick, I’m coming now. Ah, you darling, how delightfully your hand does it; kiss me, give me your tongue quick!’
My favourite plan was to get Ferdie’s bottom well spitted on my prick, as he sat on my lap, whilst his sister and Sophy gamahuched him by turns, till we both came again at the same time. Another way was to lay both girls on the bed, on their sides, face to face, then I would straddle over them so that my prick could be kissed by both of them at once, whilst I also had my head buried between their bellies, with a cunt on each side of my nose, then Ferdie would get into me behind, and altogether we carried out such a voluptuous fancy that on more than one occasion the excess of excitement was greater than I could bear, and I fairly fainted in the act of emission.
Sophy told us a funny story of an elderly couple, brother and sister, who were staying in the hotel last summer. They were Scots, Mr. and Miss McLachlan, the brother a man of nearly seventy, whilst his sister was only a year or two younger.
They had two bedrooms communicating, as Mr. McLachlan said his sister was liable to frights in the night, and could not sleep unless she was close at hand to him, and able to run into his room when a sudden fright came.
She was curiously excited to find out more about them, especially as one or other of the beds always seemed unusually tumbled, and once she found several spots and smears of blood on the lower sheet.
The weather was very warm, and Mr. McLachlan used to have his bedroom window partially open, although the blind was always drawn down, so as their rooms were on the first floor, it occurred to Sophy that the gardener’s light ladder, which he used for trimming the grape vines, etc., would just enable her to see all that was going on. Bob, the gardener, being her sweetheart, she easily persuaded him to place the ladder for her, and mind it whilst she went up to peep at the old people. To further her purpose she had fixed the blind so that when pulled down it would just leave about half an inch of space at the bottom, and so afford every facility for both seeing and hearing everything from the outside.
It was rather a dark night when she and Bob put their plan in operation, and this is her description of the scene.
‘Mr. McLachlan is seated in an easy chair, apparently absorbed in reading several letters, which the old gentleman would kiss as he finished reading each of them.
‘Enter his sister on tiptoe, till she stood behind the chair glaring at the letters he was so taken up with, grinding her teeth, and shaking a birch rod over his head.
‘At last she snatches a letter, “Ha, ha! caught you again, sir, reading that minx’s letters. Have you not promised me over and over again that you will give her up, you faithless wretch, I’ll teach you to love any one but your sister! Eh – you’re frightened, are you? Take down your breeches, sir, this moment.”
‘The brother looks awfully frightened, but she takes him by the wrist, and leads him to the bed, and I could see the old girl had only her chemise and drawers on under her dressing gown. She tied both hands by the wrists, with a piece of cord which depended from the top frame of the four-poster, then one ankle to the right and the other to the left leg of the bed, so that he was most comfortably fixed up, indeed to judge by his looks he really dreaded her. I heard him frequently appeal for mercy.
‘“Oh, Maria, you won’t now, pray don’t, I can’t stand it, you cut me up so the night before last, do forgive me, and I’ll burn the letters.”
‘“You would, would you, sir; how often James have I caught you reading them, after the same broken promises. Do you still correspond with that designing girl? You know she only wants your money. I’ll birch you out of that fancy, my boy, till you again love poor Maria, you shall never marry whilst I can hold a rod, sir. I only wish I had the girl here, her bum should smart, I’ll warrant!”
‘She now pulled his breeches down, and tucked up his shirt so as to expose a fairly plump rump, which she patted admiringly, then her face seemed to get stern, and reaching the rod off the dressing table she again began to lecture him as she applied the twigs vigorously, so much so that he fairly screamed for mercy, “I’ll never think of her again, Maria, indeed I won’t, you know I love you so! You have such a sweet grey-haired cunt.”
‘“What insult! How dare you say that to your sister. You shall get me at once Mrs. Allen’s Hair Restore, Rowland’s Kalydor, Breidenbach’s Macassarine, and Ross’s Extract of Cantharides. Ha, ha you shall pay to make my hair its natural colour, sir! But now I think of it, I’ll get a Ross’s Nose Machine for your poor old cock, its awfully down in the world, and will only stand for little featherless chits, such as you correspond with.”
‘All the while her cuts were something painful to see, yet the sight had a most exciting effect upon me, so much so that when Bob in his impatience crept up the ladder behind me, to see what was keeping me so long up there, and he slipped his hand up my thighs behind till he got hold of you know what, instead of boxing his ears, I positively allowed him to finger me at pleasure, till I came down with my love juice all over his hand.
‘This so excited him that I believe had it been possible he would have fucked me on the ladder. However he managed to get up on to the same step with myself and clasped his other arm round my waist, as he peeped over my shoulder to see what was going on, for I had now got one corner of the blind nicely up, as the parties inside were far to busy to notice it. I repaid his caresses by momentarily turning my head for a kiss, and feeling his prick with my left hand, giving it a loving squeeze, as I whispered, “Look, Bob darling, did you ever see such a sight, I believe she is going to birch him till he is fit to have her, only fancy brother and sister, did you ever?”
‘I was quite right in my conjecture, his bottom was all over deep red, fiery looking weals and scratches, and I could even see drops of blood oozing from the lacerations here and there; he seemed to writhe and twist about in a peculiar manner, as if he wanted to attract her attention, so much so that I soon caught glimpses of all he possessed.
‘“Look,” whispered Bob in my ear, “did you ever see such a teazer as the old fellow’s got, and as grey as a badger, by Jove!”
‘I nudged him with my elbow to keep quiet.
‘“You’re showing me your impudence, are you, sir? It doesn’t want a nose machine now, have I brought it to love its Maria, then?” said the old woman, as she first threw away her worn out rod, then quickly untying one ankle she turned him round, and knelt down and caressed his tremendous affair.
‘“How I love you now, darling!” she said, handling and kissing his prick, till I expected he would spend in her eye, but she was too clever to go too far, so loosening his other ancle and hands, she slipped off her dressing gown and sprang on the bed, whilst he threw off everything but his shirt, and was on to her in a moment.
‘“My James, my love, come to my arms, you do love me now,” she said excitedly, opening her legs at the same time, and giving us a fair glance at a fat pair of thighs, at the top of which we could see a lovely pouting cunny, but as grey as possible. One of her hands directed his rampant prick to the longing receptacle, whilst her other arm thrown round his neck, drew his face to hers, and they indulged in a most loving kiss at the same moment, as he was fairly sheathed to the hilt, and she threw a fine pair of legs over his buttocks.
‘I had never seen such a pretty sight before, although old and grey, they were both plump and good figures, and the sight of his rump working furiously, whilst her feet drummed on his posteriors to hasten his action (they were set off by silk stockings and pretty Turkish slippers), had such an effect on me that whispering to Bob we hastily slipped down our ladder, and indulged in al al fresco uprighter, under a fine tree close by; then removing our ladder we slipped into the hotel and found our own rooms.
‘You may be sure we often had a peep at James and Maria, but their proceedings had so much sameness about them that we came to the conclusion it was a regular get up affair on his part, and that playing at punishment was for the purpose of getting Mr. James up to the proper pitch of excitement, and so enable him to oblige his sister’s voluptuous propensities, for she was a hot old girl, and actually made love tomy Bob, which I repaid by spooning Mr. McLachlan, and as neither of us were jealous it paid very well. I don’t know how much the old woman gave him; I had nearly £50 from Mr. James, and gave it all to Bob to bank, but the faithless wretch has run away to New Zealand with all the money and another girl, and left me still chambermaid at the hotel.’
Now, my darling sister, I must end this long letter, and trust some other time to tell you more, and only add that we all wish you were here.
Your affectionate brother,
* The first edition, printed in 1881, was limited to 150 copies.