This story is narrated from the point of view of the narrator of the classic Victorian erotic novel The Romance of Lust, and some language and situations are based on that novel and on another classic Victorian story collection, The Pearl, both of which are in the public domain. It involves incest (brother-sister, father-son, father-daughter), and the sex acts described are mostly anal (heterosexual and, predominantly, homosexual), including analingus and ass-to-mouth. The first chapter is about the narrator and a young girl, but most of the rest of the chapters involve her twin brother, their father, and the brother's schoolmate, in various combinations.
A Summer Interlude, Chapter 1
I call to mind an amorous interlude that befell me as a houseguest in the country home of the Worthingtons, who were friends of my mother's. They had twin children, seventeen years old, a comely girl named Annie, whose swelling bosom and plump bottom immediately attracted my attention, and her brother Leslie, an unfledged youth with feminine features much like his sister's, whose own bottom was as yet plump and girlish, just to my taste. I determined that I would fuck both of them before the summer was over.
One afternoon I invited Annie to take a walk with me, providing as pretext that I wanted her to help me identify some flowers I had come across and that I wanted to plant at my parents' house. We walked hand in hand for a good fifteen minutes until I spied the flowers I had observed earlier. We were a good distance away by this time, and a convenient seat stood near, so throwing my arms around the blushing girl, I kissed her ruby lips, and drawing her with me, said, "Now, Annie, dear, you are so beautiful, I couldn't help kissing you; do you not feel the same? Confess all before I let you go."
"But I've nothing to confess, sir."
"Do you never think of love, Annie? Look me in the face if you can say it's a stranger to your bosom," putting my hand familiarly round her neck till my right hand rested on one of the panting globes of her bosom.
She turned her face to mine, suffused as it was by a deeper blush than ever, as her dark blue eyes met mine, in a fearless search of my meaning, but instead of speaking in response to this mute appeal, I kissed her rapturously, sucking in the fragrance of her sweet breath till she fairly trembled with emotion.
It was just beginning to get dusk, my hands were caressing the white, firm flesh of her beautiful neck, slowly working their way towards the heaving bubbies a little lower down; at last I whispered, "What a fine, what a lovely bust you have developed, dear Annie, you won't mind if I touch you there, will you; besides, what harm can there be in it?"
She seemed on fire, a thrill of emotion seemed to shoot through both of us, and for several moments she lay almost motionless in my arms, with one hand resting on my thigh. My cock was awake and ready for business, but she suddenly aroused herself, saying, "We must never stop here, let us walk round or they will suspect something."
"When shall we be alone again, darling? We must arrange that before we go in," I said quickly.
It was impossible to keep her on the seat, but as we walked on she said, musingly, "To-morrow morning we might go for a stroll before lunch."
I gave her another hug and a kiss, as I said, "How delightful that will be; what a dear, thoughtful girl you are, Annie."
"Mind, sir, how you behave to-morrow, not so much kissing, or I shan't take you for a second walk; here we are at the house."
Next morning was gloriously warm and fine; as soon as breakfast was over we started for our stroll, being particularly minded by papa to be back in good time for luncheon.
I gradually drew her out, till our conversation got exceedingly warm, the hot blood rushing in waves of crimson over her shamefaced visage.
"How forward you have become; I can't help blushing at the way you run on, sir!" she exclaimed at last.
"Annie, my darling," I replied, "what can be more pleasing than to talk of fun with pretty girls, the beauties of their legs and bosoms, and all about them? How I should love to see your lovely calf at this moment, especially after the glimpses I have already had of a divine ankle," saying which I threw myself under a shady tree, close by a gate in a meadow, and drew the half-resisting girl down on the grass at my side, and kissed her passionately, as I murmured, "Oh! Annie, what is there worth living for like the sweets of love?"
Her lips met mine in a fiery embrace, but suddenly disengaging herself, her eyes cast down, and looking awfully abashed, she stammered out, "What is it? what do you mean?"
"Ah, Annie, can you be so innocent? Feel here the dart of love all impatient to enter the mossy grotto between your thighs," I whispered, placing her hand upon the bulge in my trousers. "How you sigh; is it possible that you do not understand what it is for?"
Her face was crimson to the roots of her hair, as her hand grasped my tool; so that taking advantage of her speechless confusion my own hand, slipping under her clothes, soon had possession of her mount, and in spite of the nervous contraction of her thighs, the forefinger searched out the virgin clitoris.
"Ah! oh! oh!! Please don't; what are you about?"
"It's all love, dear, open your thighs a wee bit and see what pleasure my finger will make you experience," I again whispered, smothering her with renewed and luscious kisses, thrusting the velvet tip of my tongue between her lips.
"Oh! oh! you will hurt!" she seemed to sigh rather than speak, as her legs relaxed a little of their spasmodic contraction.
My lips continued glued to hers, our otherwise disengaged arms clasped each other closely round the waist, whilst my fingers were busy with clitoris and cunny; the only audible sound resembling a mixture of kisses and sighs, till all in a moment I felt her crack deluged with a warm, creamy spend.
In a short while we recovered our composure a little, and I then explained to her that the melting ecstasy she had just felt was only a slight foretaste of the joy I could give her. I persuaded her to stand up by the gate and allow me to show her. She hid her face in her hands on the top rail of the gate, as I slowly raised her dress; what glories were unfolded to view, my prick's stiffness was renewed in an instant at the sight of her delicious buttocks, so beautifully relieved by the white of her pretty drawers; as I opened them and exposed the flesh, I could see the lips of her plump pouting cunny, deliciously feathered, with soft light down, her lovely legs, drawers, stockings, pretty boots, making a tout ensemble, which caused my cock to swell in my breeches; it was a most delicious sight.
I knelt and kissed her bottom, slit, and everything my tongue could reach, which made her spend again. But when I attempted to put my finger inside her, she twisted away from me and let down her skirts. She had never had a cock in her cunny and was adamant that none should enter her there until her wedding night. In a jocular tone, I proposed that she could allay my stiffness in her bottom, which made her blush and protest that such a thing was quite impossible. But if I would lie back on a nearby bench and open my trousers, she offered to suck my cock until I was relieved.
I agreed enthusiastically, and immediately brought out my stiff prick, which was as hard as iron and quite ten inches long. She gasped at the sight, for she had until now only seen her brother's prick when they were children, when it was still soft and small, and she had no idea that a man's could grow so large when erect. But she gamely went down on her knees and took the head between her lips, swirling her tongue under the knob and tickling the entrance to the urethra, to my great delight. She then opened wide and took as much of the shaft into her mouth as possible, and began to bob her head up and down, stroking my cock with her lips and sucking hard. I lay back and closed my eyes as she continued to fellate me for several minutes, until I could feel the crisis approaching. I placed my hands on her head to prevent her from withdrawing and began to thrust within her mouth. In a moment my cock throbbed and began to spurt my semen down her throat. She nearly choked on the quantity of sperm I was shooting into her mouth, but she gamely swallowed all as my cock continued to spasm and discharge my essence. At last my orgasm subsided, and she let my prick slip from between her lips, smiling up at me as a dribble of my fluid escaped from the corner of her mouth. I wiped it away with a handkerchief, then rose and helped her to her feet, hugging and kissing her and thanking her for the immense pleasure she had afforded me by sucking my cock. I again proposed the use of her bottomhole, but she again demurred, saying only that we might take our dalliance somewhat further on a future occasion.
I walked her back to the house, determined that if I could not as yet convince her to let me fuck her bottom, I would endeavor to fuck the bottom of her brother in her place.