Roger moved hesitantly toward his stepsister. “Ah, yes, Lizzie, he’s been called away suddenly, but will return in an hour or so.”
Elizabeth looked a bit wary now, as if she knew her own weakness in regards to Roger. “Well, maybe I should come back later,” she suggested, before looking at her stepbrother. “I didn’t know you knew Mr. Featherington, Roger. Tell me your impression of him.”
The girl’s features mesmerized Jason. They were soft, and very feminine, with full, luscious lips and a tip-tilted nose. From Roger’s description of the girl earlier, Jason had been expecting someone a little sturdier perhaps. But he spoke true that she did not appear fragile or in need of a man to take care of her.
Perhaps she meant to keep their conversation on banal topics? Jason wondered if Roger would accommodate her.
“I just recently made his acquaintance,” Roger explained, with a smile destined to disarm her. “He is definitely a man who knows his mind, possibly the mind of those around him as well. It is easily understandable why others bow to his suggestions.”
With satisfaction, Jason noticed her look of curiosity deepen, obviously diverted by Roger’s words.
“Why so?”
Roger gave her an indulgent smile. “Because, my dear Lizzie, besides his very authoritative manner, he’s a handsome brute. He’s a good one to two hands taller than myself, with that blond hair, blue- eyed combination that seems to appeal to most ladies. And those fine clothes he wears do not disguise the athletic build beneath, I assure you.”
The man could not have made Jason sound more appealing, even if he had paid him.
“Really?”
“Do not seem so surprised that I would describe him so, my dear. Despite being a male, I have spent years sizing up other men and their attraction to the fairer sex. How else can I out maneuver the competition?”
“Do you consider him competition for something?”
Roger shook his head with resolution. “Do not put words in my mouth, Lizzie,” he advised her. Then as if he’d had enough of that particular conversation, he went on, “You are looking well sister.”
For the first time since Lady M. came into the room, she smiled somewhat uncertainly, as if not knowing how to respond in this new situation with her stepbrother. “I am well, Roger.”
Roger motioned with his hands to the chaise he had recently vacated. “Will you not sit for a moment, Lizzie? It has been a long time since we’ve seen each other.”
Lizzie frowned at him but moved to do as he bid. “It is your own fault, brother. Arthur and I have invited you many times with Mama and Papa, but you give one excuse after another.”
When Lizzie sat down, Roger sat right next to her, not allowing much room between them. If Jason’s instincts were correct, Roger was tempted to push his lovely stepsister down and ravage her right there. But impressively, the man kept his base impulses hidden. Of a sudden, Lizzie’s hand fluttered to her décolletage. Jason noted a faint sheen of moisture glistening on her face.
“You are right, sweet. I’ve been a heel not coming for a visit. Was I mistaken to think it better I stay away? I’ve only ever wanted your happiness, Lizzie.”
Jason smiled when he noted the harsh swallow Lizzie gave, followed by a small shudder. She’d responded famously to her stepbrother’s gently prodding words. Obviously, Roger noted her reaction himself, for he slipped his left arm behind her, edging it toward the other side of her hips.
“Are you cold, dear? Or are you warm?”
Roger’s nearness flustered the lady. “I…ah…I’m not sure.”
Roger grinned with roguish charm. No wonder the girl succumbed to his seduction. He may have appeared unsure when Jason first spoke about Roger’s relationship with the lady, but in her presence he appeared self-assured and adept at seducing her. “Shall we decide on warm, Lizzie? Here let me help.” Roger proceeded to relieve her of her reticule, before beginning to remove her short white gloves and dropping all her items lightly to the floor.
“Roger, what are you doing?” Lizzie complained with uncertain pique, watching him strip her personal things from her. Roger’s movements were slow, methodical, and seemingly innocent in intent, but somehow looked highly erotic to Jason. “What if Mr. Featherington comes back before he predicted? He’ll be scandalized.”
Helplessly mesmerized, Lizzie watched as Roger disregarded her protests and continued his actions, sliding her shawl from her tensed, but delectable, shoulders.
“I do doubt that somehow, love. Come on, Lizzie. For old time’s sake.”
Lizzie pulled her shawl from his grasp. “For old time’s sake, what?”
“Do I have to put it into words?”
“I…ah…what are you talking about!” Lizzie moved away from Roger, so that his thigh no longer touched the side of her gown.
Before she could get very far, Roger leaned toward her, sneaking his arms around her. A moan escaped her lips when Roger began kissing her with a desperation that struck a cord in Jason. Obviously, the man had strong feelings for his stepsister. When he moved to lay her upon the chaise, Jason watched her stiffen, doing her best to resist her stepbrother’s advances. But when Roger bent to slip his large hand beneath the lady’s gown, Jason knew Roger’s hand rested between her thighs, causing her to whimper in what could only be described as longing. In a flurry of activity and with expertise, Roger divested Lizzie of most of her garments, leaving her in only her transparent shift, her hose and garters.
When Roger undid the front of her shift, Lizzie gave a small protest, “Roger, we shouldn’t…mmm…ah…” An agonized moan escaped her as Roger bared her large, wonderful breasts for him to kiss and suckle.
Damn! Jason pushed his straining rod with an impatient hand. He didn’t want to miss a moment of what happened on the other side of the wall. He had to observe their interaction so he could help both Lizzie and her husband with their little problem.
After Roger sucked her distended nipples for a while and pushed her shift up so he could finger her moist folds, he murmured against her skin, “Shall we play one of our games, sweet?”
Lizzie raised her head, gazing at her stepbrother with unfocused eyes. “A game? You think we have time?” she asked with a whisper, suddenly panting.
“Always. What is the worst that can happen? Perhaps we’ll ask Mr. Featherington to join us.” After his lurid suggestion, Roger grinned unrepentantly, wagging an auburn brow at her.
Lizzie gave a little laugh and smiled, obviously sure Roger was having her on. After giving her a lingering kiss, Roger stood and moved away from his stepsister, leaving her flustered and pink with excitement. She pulled her finely embroidered shift closed in front and sat up.
After Roger moved away, he turned around and walked back toward her, limping this time. Lizzie grinned and then frowned an instant later, all concerned sister. “Oh, dear brother, what have you done to yourself now?”
“Blasted horse threw me!” he groused. “I think I’ve been maimed!”
“You must take more care, dear! Come here. Let me have a look. You woke me from a sound sleep with all your racket,” Lizzie fussed at him.
Roger grimaced as if he had indeed woken his sister from a sound sleep. “Sorry, sister dear, I’ll make a note of that the next time a horse almost kills me.” And he watched as Lizzie stood to let him lay down on the chaise.
“Where are you hurt, dear?” Lizzie set about disrobing her ‘brother’, quickly and expertly as if she’d done it a thousand times before, which she probably had during the years.
Jason was getting acutely uncomfortable in his trousers. He might have to relieve his rigid member before he could join them at the opportune time. By the time Roger lay naked upon the chaise, Jason undid the placard of his trousers, releasing the raging beast within.
While beginning to pump his stiff erection, Jason watched as Lizzie began her ‘inspection’ of Roger’s ‘injury.’ To Jason’s delight, the girl straddled Roger’s thighs. Leaning forwar
d, she asked, “Is it here?”
Roger grunted but shook his head. “Nay, dear, lower.”
Lizzie kissed and suckled her way down Roger’s body, until he undulated beneath her arousing mouth. And Jason had no doubt it aroused him. After the kissing and sucking Roger’s stepsister devoted to his male nipples, he groaned as if she were killing him.
“Here?” the lovely Lizzie murmured against the hard plane of Roger’s taut belly.
“Nay, sweet...” he groaned again. “Lower.”
Jason leaned forward eagerly, steadily pumping his prick, as Lizzie slid farther down, exposing Roger’s thrusting rod, which stood at attention for her.
Sweeping aside the long mane of hair that had escaped her coiffure, Lady M. grasped Roger’s rod in a firm grip. “Is it here, love?”
“Ah, ah, yes…sweet!” he cried out, gazing with desperate longing as Lizzie bent over him to take his straining length into her eager mouth.
Ah, sweet mother! As he watched Lizzie sucking Roger’s long cock, Jason’s hand increased its speed. The lady was truly a delight to behold. He’d yet to see a woman that enjoyed fellatio with quite as much enthusiasm as Lady M. did. How he wished it were he naked upon that chaise as she gave him that divine attention she was affording her stepbrother. With an expression of agonized joy, Roger bucked beneath Lizzie, and gem that she was, she accepted him as Jason watched, letting Roger’s hard length slide with ease down her throat, until her lips pressed against the nest of auburn curls at the base of her stepbrother’s rod.
Christ’s blood!
“God above, Lizzie!” Roger burst out. His hips lifted higher and his body tautened with his impending explosion, his arms grasping the chaise on either side of him, muscles straining.
Lizzie grasped Roger’s thighs holding herself in position. By this time, Jason could hold back no longer and began spurting his hot seed. He kept his eyes on Lizzie as she continued sucking Roger’s prick until the man gasped, jerking and writhing as he spent into her luscious mouth. Giving an agonized groan, Roger continued to pump into her mouth until he stiffened again and went into another orgasm.
Priceless! No wonder Lord M. would not even consider giving up the lady. Nor would he, if she belonged to him. But she didn’t. Nor did she belong to the man on the other side of the wall—the man who was presently pulling her up to hold her in his arms. Not that Jason doubted that the man wished she belonged to him with all his heart.
Soft, loving murmurs floated through the air as Roger slipped her shift from her body, kissing her all the while.
“Love me,” Jason heard Lizzie plead in a husky voice. Without any hesitation, Roger sheathed his rod in a French letter. Rising above Lizzie, Roger plunged his already hardened prick into his stepsister’s heat. The usual way. The one he’d admitted to Jason he longed to do. Jason heard the sharp gasp Lizzie gave that accompanied Roger’s rough penetration. “Not there,” she began, but gasped again as Roger continued pounding into her sweet cunny, lifting her thighs to drape her legs over his shoulders, probably in the position she was used to when he’d fucked her bottom in the past.
Roger bent over to kiss her forcefully. “Yes, there,” he insisted as he thrust into her body.
Before long, she was moaning, but had not yet climaxed. Now it was time for Jason. Disrobing, Jason sheathed his rod in a French letter. When he opened the door, Lizzie gasped as she saw him standing there naked. “What…what…”
Roger stopped pumping his hips, and looked toward Jason for whatever direction he had for him.
“Roger, move to her side, take her from the front, I’ll take her from behind,” Jason instructed him, as the speechless Lizzie moved with Roger until they lay on their sides facing each other.
She looked over her creamy white shoulder toward Jason. “I’m here to help you, dear lady,” he told her as he moved behind her. Roger had resumed his thrusting into her sex. Jason reached between the cleft of her lovely rounded bottom. She was slick from her love juices, so with deft hands he positioned the swollen tip of his engorged rod at her tight pink anus. Slowly, he slid his length into her bottom, the cream of her desire making his passage much easier. While Roger kissed Lizzie and fucked her, Jason reached around to grab her tempting bubbies, kneading and pinching them as he began pounding into her sweet bottom.
The girl was obviously enthralled at the prospect of having two men thrusting into her at once—not such a problem as Lord M. had expected. She twisted and moaned, as he and Roger fucked her in earnest, all three panting their pleasure as they drove closer and closer to their climaxes.
“Ah…please…” Lizzie cried. “Harder…harder…please…” She finished on a long protracted scream as her body clamped and convulsed around the pricks impaling her.
Both men had been holding out for her to finish, before thrusting harder into her comely body, Jason grasping her breasts and Roger grasping her hips as they shouted, pumping deeper with frenzied movements as they spent. Lizzie’s quivering, convulsing body wringing every last vestige of hot, spurting liquid both Roger and he could deliver.
“Ah, ah…God…sweet…” Roger moaned when he finished his climax, ignoring Jason, as he nuzzled Lizzie’s bare neck. Despite Jason’s temptation to leave the two alone, he knew that could well defeat his purpose. He gave the girl’s breasts a last squeeze causing her to moan again.
Jason disengaged his prick from Lizzie’s bottom. Before anything else happened it was important that they talk, because although he would let Roger take the girl again, it would not be alone. Well, maybe he’d allow them a short one.
“Roger, you and Lady M. may make use of the water behind the screen for your ablutions. I’ll retrieve my robe and rejoin you after I do my own ablutions.”
After moving to gather their strewn clothing, Roger pulled Lizzie behind him as he headed toward the screen. Jason went into the next room where he had a basin with water for his own use. He shrugged into his dressing gown without bothering to pull on anything else; he wouldn’t need it.
Quietly, he slipped back into the chamber. Moving over to the chair opposite the chaise, Jason sat, plainly able to make out the sounds of copulation coming from behind the screen. Just the sounds of it had Jason’s prick stirring beneath the silk of his robe.
“Spend for me, dearest,” Jason heard Roger whisper to his stepsister.
“Mmmm…” she moaned. Was the man doing as he hoped and fucking her in her cunny again?
“Do you enjoy this, sweeting?” Roger asked desperately. The noise increased, causing Jason to imagine Roger jamming his member into her.
“Ah…Roger…ah…yes!” She ended on a sharp cry.
To be joined by Roger’s, “That’s it, love, come for me. Ah!”
Sounds of movements returned. Soft murmurs accompanied the movement, some kissing, also. Was the man assisting her to wash? Then of a sudden he heard more frantic noises. Tempted though he might be to let them continue, he knew could not. They had other pressing matters to see to.
Jason stood and walked over to the screen, moving noiselessly around it. It was a lovely site. Lizzie’s enthralled body lay sprawled and bowed upon the generous tufted chair, Roger’s head buried between her outspread thighs, lapping at her juices, his arms over her legs holding them as wide apart as he could get them. Lizzie thrust her hands into Roger’s hair, holding his face to her sex as he licked and laved her plump, sweet looking nether lips.
He couldn’t stop them yet. While he watched, Roger kissed and sucked the pearl between her thighs, until her head flew back and she began bucking against his ravaging mouth. “Ah…yes…yes…Roger!” And the man did not relent until he sent her into back-to-back climaxes.
Actually, the hell with it! Jason was already rock hard again. So he moved in, grasping her hair, causing her eyes to open in surprise. When she saw what he held toward her mouth, she smiled and opened for him, while Roger continued the onslaught on her exposed slit. And watching Roger glance up, smile, and go down on
ce again on his ladylove’s sex, Jason began pumping into Lizzie’s tempting mouth. He’d wanted this anyway. As soon as he saw her suck her lover’s prick, he knew he would have to feel it for himself before he sent her back to her husband and her marriage bed.
Ah, sweet mercy! Now that he’d experienced it for himself, he was quickly getting carried away. As if no restriction forbid it, he slid his length in and out of her warm, willing mouth. He watched with wonder as she accepted him completely, her luscious lips tickling the tuft of blond hair nestling his shaft, causing a shiver to ripple through his body.
She jerked and moaned as another climax racked her body, and Roger brought her to another explosion, causing her to suck Jason’s rod deeper down her throat. His gut clenching, Jason closed his eyes as his body tautened and the pressure building finally cumulated forcefully. He groaned loudly as he spent on her velvet tongue. Lizzie and he panted and gasped for air as Jason pulled his spent prick from Lizzie’s mouth. Roger moved over the girl, holding her face against his chest, placing soft loving kisses on her hair as she recovered from her multiple orgasms.
“Well done to both of you,” Jason praised the two. “Now it’s time we discuss the reason we are all here. After you two clean up, join me on the chaise.” He stopped at the edge of the screen, and looked back over his shoulder. “No dawdling this time.” But added a smile as he left them to their ablutions.
In no time, Roger and Lizzie joined him again. While she had only her shift on, Roger had just pulled on his trousers. Jason stood and the two of them sat down. Pacing in front of them, he began. “Roger, you already know why you’re here. But Lizzie, do you know why Roger is here? Or why you are here?”
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