BH-6001 The Prodigal Virgin
Anonumous


Chapter 1

Life is very difficult, isnt it, Stanley? sighed the gray-eyed,
pensive girl in the blue bathing suit.

The husky youth who sat Buddha-fashion by her side suppressed the smile
which might have offended his sister-in-law in her present essay at a
philosophical mood. Its no cinch, he agreed gravely. Its nothing to
rave about. The best thing is to follow the path of least resistance: to do
what you want as nearly as possible and to let the codes and customs of the
majority-composed entirely of asses-hamper one very little at most.

But surely, she objected, turning for an instant a pink and pretty
face, her forehead puckered with thought, upon him. Surely that is
cynicism-and one is not made happy by becoming cynical. Down through the
generations mankind must have been making some progress in regulating
itself wisely and so the rules which men have evolved should be followed as
the nearest approach to wisdom in conduct which is available.

In her earnestness-and the pleasure at finding herself in communion for
the first time with a very likeable brother by marriage-who had heretofore
shown her only a frivolous side-Marion Stone ceased to regard the blue
waters so near at hand and turned upon an elbow to gaze at him. In the
process of moving, she extended at full length a pair of unusually charming
and quite naked legs. Dimples hovered distractingly just about the knees,
vague suggestions of rose in skin which was otherwise of a tender,
immaculate whiteness. Her thighs sloped gradually upward into soft fullness
just below the tight blue trunks. The round calves sloped downward to the
symmetry of her ankles which the mans five fingers could easily have
surrounded. Her slender bare feet were as white as milk, except for the ten
polished pink gems of the nails.

Marion stirred uneasily as she noted what seemed the ardent attention of
his gaze upon the nude limbs, which she was now for the first time showing
him so fully. She laid a semi-shielding and equally well-molded arm along a
thigh.

Since Stanley Cochrane noted a wee moue of apparent regret that he
should seem to be paying attention to matters, other than her words, and
since a slow flush arose in the face of the pretty Marion, his brown eyes
became immediately profound, as if, though fixed upon her person, they were
in reality just the windows of the pondering mind which she had aroused by
her reflections.

Er-I was thinking, Maro- he began.

Maro, she murmured pleased. No one else calls me that. I think I
rather like it.

A rich thing and mine own, he observed modestly. I feel that I must
have my own copyrighted cognomens for those of whom I am especially fond.

Very dear and very flattering of you, said the girl, jerking her
pretty head in a pseudo-curtesy restricted by her posture.

I think up dainty names for all the few I love.

Oh, love! On the third day of our acquaintance? she smiled gently but
with no coquetry whatever. Fond was nice, but love!

Do you discard the proffered and genuine affection of your brother? he
inquired sternly. Are there no longer hearts in the young girls of
America? In that case, woe be upon this frigid and unhappy land!

Of course we have hearts. I have a nice warm one-but its not on my
sleeve, even when I wear a sleeve. Im quite prepared to-yes, even love-my
brother. Ive always wanted a brother and I think youll do nicely. But,
well, I guess it was the way you said love that jarred me just the least
bit.

Be that as it may, he said hastily, with a swift look into the clear
and candid gray eyes, I suppose a fellows voice may slip as well as his
foot. But, if I had known you were so sensitive to intonations, Id have
telegraphed what I wanted to say. The fact is, nevertheless, that-what was
it I was going to say? Oh, yes-I had a sweet name for your sister, Mildred.
I called her Mildew. But do you suppose she appreciated the poesy of it?

How mean! A darling, lovely girl like Mildred! cried the younger
sister. And they told me when I got back from California-after you had
swept her off her feet and married her-that you called her Glory, short for
Glory of all the world! Men are nice things to have about!

Thank you. I was certain I could quickly convert you to that theory,
he smiled.

I shall marry at the age of eighty-two, Marion told the blue water of
Lake Michigan.

I advise seventy-five-when you will still be sweet and full of
distilled ardor, he suggested. That will give you fifty-five years more
in which to sow wild oats from here to Suez.

His sister-in-law flushed sensitively and he knew it was because of his
use of the word ardor.

You have a very bad effect on a person, she decided. I was talking
seriously trying to bring worthwhile ideas into our conversation and
suddenly I find we are talking nonsense.

I love only serious thoughts myself, he observed. It is only when
trying to humor some minx that I ever converse lightly, and I was about to
advise you, when you became flippant, not to count upon any advance in
mankind down through the ages save in material progress. He is much less
worthy of, say, Plato and Aristotle. And the best thing to do is to thumb
your nose at his rules and regulations, which are calculated to make life
even more drab than it need be.

Heavens! That would lead us to chaos-to paganism-to anarchy!

And the best thought of the ages, he went on eloquently, boils down
to the question of whether anyone ever informed you that your legs are
without superiors and equals among the snowy and superb limbs which have 
launched ships and many more important things?

I knew it was a mistake, mourned Marion distressedly, to put on this
indecent suit and come out here with you. Mildred laughed at the prim one I
brought from Grandmothers in California. This is one of hers-and Im
afraid I bulge here and there, more than she does. But I outweigh her by
only eight pounds and she swore it was just right for me. When I protested
she told me not to be silly but its you who are being silly!

She was rosy now sitting upright with the admired and admirable legs
clasped in her arms and with knees bent seeking what concealment was
possible.

See, he remarked placidly. You ruin the dimples when you bend your
knees like that. You iron them out very wasteful. I fear they are gone for
good. No, by George! There is one back again when I straighten out a leg
once more. I believe that, if properly coaxed, I might go so far as to
apply a kiss of welcome to that wandering dimple, which I thought gone
forever. I am liberal that way.

Stanley Cochrane, dont you dare, kiss my knee! gasped the girl. Of
all things!

He smiled up at her flushed face. His breath was warm upon her skin,
mere inches away from the dimple which so enticed him. His fingers
delighted in the velvet smoothness of the thigh and calf which he had
grasped in straightening out, with gentle force, the naked leg nearest him.
What a fussy sister! One cant even demonstrate ones warm affection for
her, he said. Dont blame me, little dimple. I was about to welcome your
return with affection but the iron-souled boss says no. I suggest, Maro, he
went on, sitting up and removing his dismaying hands from the lovely limb,
I suggest that your dimples-and all other forbidden spots be
courtplastered as a warning to tempted lips. That would include each cheek,
both knees, probably your shoulders and loins, maybe your white little
stomach, and perhaps even other places.

You are being nothing short of horrible! said the blushing damsel. I
think we had better go back to the house.

There was genuine amusement in his smile and some touch of incredulity,
as well. Youre almost too good to be true, Maro, he said. The funny
part of it is, youre real-all these cute little pruderies, I mean. You
launch into philosophy to try to hide a certain confusion over finding
yourself in a scant and marvelously becoming bathing suit with a member of
your own household. Oh, yes, I know what started you off! And it jars you
so obviously even to hear the word leg from a mans lips that I am
tempted to follow you about for a couple of days, calling out Leg, leg at
intervals and watching you blush.

I-well, I suppose I do appear prudish, confessed his newly acquired
relative. Im beginning to realize that from the way Mildred laughs at me
and her friends smile. I guess Ive drifted behind the times at
Grandmothers house, practically alone with her for the past seven years,
ever since our parents died. Mildred was with Uncle Frank and Aunt 
Josephine, you know, and she had no prim governess bringing her up as I
had. I dont like to feel that Im different from the rest of you in this
lovely little colony on the lake. Id rather be laughed at gently though,
the way Mildred and the other girls do, than to feel that Im a sort of a
wet blanket, to see people constrained when Im around, not feeling Im one
of them, the maiden went on, warming to a subject which had evidently
preoccupied her.

I want to be liked, you see, and I dont want to appear critical. But
some of the things said and done all about me do fluster me and I cant
help showing it, I suppose. In our nice eyrie on the cliff over the beach I
knew vaguely that times and ways were changing, especially among young
people. But I had no idea-why, for instance, Grandmother would certainly
have fainted if shed seen Mildred calmly letting Gerard Crandall stroll
into her boudoir while the pedicure man was busy on her feet. But nobody
except me seemed to think a thing of it, and you only grinned and winked at
me when you saw me get uncomfortable. Yet her legs were bare-and crossed,
too-and that Gerry perched on an ottoman right in front of her. And the man
had such informal ways of twisting her legs-you see, I can say the awful
word now-while he worked on her feet. And I knew, Stanley Cochrane-and you
knew-that she had practically nothing on! Shes as nice as a girl can be,
my sister, but I cant accustom myself to such changes in what is thought
proper! Grandmother would fully have expected you to take both those men by
the neck, knock their heads together and push them out, especially as one
couldnt help seeing how impertinent their eyes were and how they kept
trying to see more. And as for Mildred, she would have put her on bread and
water, even if she is twenty-two and married!

Well, well, well! ejaculated the smiling Stanley. Weve got the young
nun to unburden her mind, havent we? But what are a few legs, Maro, dear,
between friends? It is exactly that preoccupation with concealment, with
artificial, silly conventions that made the generations of your grandmother
and our parents about as nasty-minded a crew as the world ever saw. The
chance view of the lace on a pair of drawers and maybe a bit of girlish
skin beneath it would send a fellow into convulsions in those days. And if
a male statue wore only a fig leaf the mind of the female observer was
instantly at work with dire imaginings of what lay beneath!

Stanley, how can you be so gross! exclaimed the flushed Marion. Oh, I
know you dont mean to be insulting, that its just this new
broadmindedness, I suppose you all call it. But that reminds me

A new grievance to be discussed with her novel father confessor took her
mind from his own offence.

Theyre forever cracking horrid jokes, she said, all these young
people, married or unmarried. Everybody laughs and then I watch them
watching me to see how soon I will catch the wretched point and to see me
blush when I do. And I would never see it at all most of the time if it
werent for their reactions, which force me to see an indecent allusion
after a bit. But it makes me feel as if they look on me as backward and 
stupid, and Im not stupid, Im not! No, you most certainly are not. You
are about the cleverest of the bunch as far as mind goes, he agreed. Just
wriggle your little toes again, Maro. I like to see them squirm that way in
the sand-theyre too cute for words.

Youre a horrid great silly yourself! proclaimed his pretty
sister-in-law turning full upon her back and thrusting the dainty toes
deeply into the soft sand for concealment. And why should I be taking you
for a confidant in these matters, I cant think. And another thing-that
Gerry Crandall snatched up one of Mildreds bare feet when he got up to go
and he kissed her toes. And she kicked at him with the other foot and,
well, she certainly needed bloomers or something at that instant. Of course
all this would never have happened if you hadnt been right there, grinning
and taking it as a joke, for shes devoted to you. You know that very
well.

You sweet babe! whispered her companion so low as to make it apparent
that he hardly knew he was audible in his exclamation.

The gray and admirable eyes turned swiftly upon him in surprise while
the dusky gold of her head lay still. It was clear that Marion had intended
an admonition against an exclamation worded too affectionately. But she
started when she saw his reddened face glow amid its tan, the brown eyes
glow even more noticeably, and the fine lips and the strong fingers none
too steady.

What-what-! she stammered, stricken into immobility by his visible and
inexplicable agitation.

Stanley drew a long breath and passed the back of a sun-bronzed hand
over his eyes. Its your position, little Miss Innocence, he remarked.
Your position and the fact that Mildred hardly realized, no doubt, how
your lovely body would strain the light mesh of that bathing garment.

The girl did not comprehend even yet, though she was trembling and
flushing under his eyes.

She had raised her round knees and parted them in order to bury her
small white feet in the sand when he had too openly admired the toes. Her
lithe, well-fleshed, and adorably formed body was encased as in a second
skin by the taut garment, whose scantiness was emphasized by the position
she had thoughtlessly assumed.

Stricken mute, bewildered by his sudden excitement, she would have
lowered her knees and rolled upon her face. But he stayed her with a gentle
hand and voice, taking himself under control.

Lie just as you are, Maro, he said, while I itemize for you your
offences against the tranquility of a hitherto pure mind, while I show you
that you are just a darling white serpent in this Eden, preaching
Victorianism but a living, breathing, lovely temptation yourself.

Do, please, Stanley, not be that way! quavered the uncomprehending
Marion-beginning, nevertheless, to understand and to blush furiously. I
should never have worn this thing, I realize now. I did tell Mildred so but
she said I was a nincompoop and that I mustnt be so ridiculously modest, 
especially when I was going to bathe with my brother-in-law.

Mildred shall have a case of champagne and five pounds of chocolates,
observed the ladys husband. And if she were here this minute she should
have something which she would prize much more than those gifts. No, dont
you stir until I have enumerated your faults and my grievances.

Item: I can see the lower curves of two white and very tempting girlish
buttocks emerging from the tense silk of that suit as you lie that way.
No-dont you dare move until I am through I swear to God!

Item: breasts that would make even an anchorite mad with desire, almost
worse than naked under my eyes. They seem so hard and firm that not even
the straining blue silk can flatten them. And it fails utterly, when you
lie thus, to do more than film over the whiteness of the lovely heaps and
the roses of the little nipples.

I-oh-I had no idea I was so very nearly bare! Marion managed to gasp.
Please let me move, Stanley-let me get at that beach robe-! Lie quite
still, he directed sternly. Item: I can see the very snow of your belly
rising and falling with your breathing. I can even see the tiny pit at the
center and I can see that I was not mistaken when I spoke of concealed
dimples.

I-oh, heavens-Ill never wear this suit or one like it again!
half-wailed the appalled girl. I didnt realize-yet all the girls seem to
wear such bathing apparel here. Ive seen them from a distance. And I got
into this position without knowing how it displayed me. I simply wont lie
here any longer like this. Take your great hands off my shoulders and
knees!

Youre in no state to argue with a shocked and offended man, he
assured her. A man intent on reformation, a man who knows how easy it
would be for him to turn you over and pull that silk completely off from a
dimpled bottom which is already half-bare, a man who would have no
compunctions in turning that white backside rosy. Just the least move and I
swear you shall catch it, Maro, my dear-!

Item: although Ive seen fair ladies and maidens of our summer colony
in contraptions like this-and not without concern on my part-Ive never
before seen one of them in this very suggestive position while thus
scantily clad. Its a position, my dear little sister-in-law, commonly
reserved for the nuptial chamber and the nuptial couch. Ah, you would,
would you!

In a frenzy of shame as she caught the purport of his words, poor Marion
had suddenly writhed from his detaining hands and was trying to scramble to
her feet. With a stretch of his powerful and sinewy frame, her
bother-in-law caught her by an ankle. She tumbled upon the soft sand,
unharmed but squealing.

Not even the determined smile of the man-beneath which smoldered
something alien to mirth-could reassure the struggling Marion in the least
as she was drawn across his bare and extended legs, face downward.

Dont you dare! she panted as she felt his fingers thrust the thinly 
veiled silk upwards and completely off from one hemisphere of her rear
mounds. I-oh, heavens, Stanley, are you mad? Ill tell Mildred-Ill tell
everybody!

After dinner at the cafe would be a good time, he murmured shakily.
Shakily, because the snowy satin of that perfect buttock beneath his eyes
and his fingers was moving him mightily. Must I spank, Maro, dear? Or will
you get back as you were until Ive finished lecturing you?

Already his fingers were busy with the task of laying the other
promontory naked.

Yes, yes, yes-yes, I will! wailed the shame-ridden maiden. Oh, I
would never have supposed you such a perfect monster!

And the position-flat on her back, knees raised and well parted-which
she had so innocently and unthinkingly assumed earlier, became, by his
hands guiding her to resume it and by her present realization of what it
had suggested to him, a posture which shook her with vast embarrassment.

Now, then. Item: a very, very, suggestive prominence in a very delicate
region, he said brazenly. If you close your legs again, Maro, over you go
on your soft stomach. Wider, wider yet-thats it. Now let me tell you that,
although Ive seen attractive little bulges at the crotch of many a bathing
suit on this beach, Ive never seen such a plump, pudgy, cute,
hair-shrouded hill obtrude its presence on my entranced but reproving eyes
here or anywhere. Baby girl, sweet sister, I can almost see the exact hue
of the little grove against the whiteness of the skin. Whiteness, did I
say? Yet it seems to me that there is something dimly visible which is not
altogether white, a something so delicate, so altogether enticing and
maddening that-!

But not even the fear of his fraternal violence upon her still unclad
rear cushions could hold the frantic and shamed Marion any longer in that
obvious position.

He allowed her to scramble to her feet. Trembling, she turned her back
upon him that he might not see her suffused and lovely features, forgetting
entirely the nudity of the hillocks which he had bared.

Suddenly a soft kiss, perhaps apologetic in part, since the distress of
the girl was so evident and so burning, was laid upon the back of her neck.
Unrebuked fingers performed the Samaritan task of drawing the blue silk
downward over the twin mounds below.

Oh-d-dont-dont k-kiss me! he heard in a tremulous voice. How
incredibly horrible you have been to me, Stanley Cochrane!

Chapter 2

Horrible! he cried, in a tone suggesting gentle reproach and righteous
indignation. Horrible for kissing affectionately the mere back of your
neck-and for taking pains to cover chastely that beautiful bottom which you
had carelessly allowed to become stark naked? I think such a frame of mind
as yours requires heroic treatment!

And Marion-who had added to his regret over the concealment of the snowy
behind by nervously pulling the silk farther downward yet-emitted squeals
of genuine dismay as she felt herself caught to the stalwart and light-clad
figure of her audacious brother-in-law.

She was pressed in his left arm, face to face with him, their bodies in
conjunction. Already his right hand was busy in raising the pliant, thin
silk once more over the smooth skin of a hillock, which he was delighted
beyond words to touch thus in its nudity.

Holding her tightly against him, he managed to glance down for another
look at the swelling cushion.

I think just a bit of paddling may be necessary, after all, he said
thickly. When a child, still a mere college girl, so far forgets the
respect due to five long years of seniority over her-to an elder brother-as
to use such language towards him!

I didnt use such language, protested Marion shakily but vehemently.
I said you had been horrible to me, and youre being even more horrible
now. Stanley, let me go, take your hand away from from me! This is
awful-you know it is! I cant get used to the kind of jokes you people
play. I cant and I wont! I demand respect-even from my brother-in-law. I
wont have this! Im positively crushed against you and youre brutal,
brutal, taking advantage of your strength and our isolation!

He whistled long and loud, and Marion clapped a trembling little hand to
his lips. Theyll all hear-and come-and see-and think terrible things!
she whispered, alarmed.

I thought you were complaining of isolation, he said with a smile. I
was going to provide you with a tribunal of fair judges who would decide
your case strictly on its merits and determine how many smacks your pretty
bottom deserves.

You should be ashamed to expose me that way! cried the girl,
struggling vainly in his enwrapping arms. Let my arms loose and let me
cover myself. Stanley Cochrane, if you keep on patting me down there, I
shall scream! You know this is well past a joke, no matter what all these
frivolous creatures think permissible. Listen, Stanley, have some regard
for my standards, of what I think right and wrong!

The touch of pathos in her tone, in the flushed and lovely little face
and the gray eyes raised in pleading to him moved the excited man. Silly
dear. Oh, silly, silly little dear! he said softly. Thered be much more
fun in your life if only you wouldnt adhere so obstinately to outworn
standards that make intimate bits of frivolity something formidable and
disgraceful. I think its my duty to try to convert you to a modern view.
Perhaps Ill spare you the whacking you deserve on this one naked buttock.
But you shall pay a little forfeit, young lady.

He clasped her more closely, body to body. Her firm and exquisite young
breasts were ground against his chest. Their thinly veiled abdomens were 
glued together. He heard the maiden gasp and saw her shiver and endeavor
vainly to withdraw as she sensed against her person the effect of this
play upon him.

A-a forfeit-? she murmured quaveringly. He saw her lovely gray eyes
swimming now, lifted momentarily to his. And all her unconscious and shamed
admission of her knowledge of the alteration in his person agitated him the
more.

First, he said, first you shall strip your other buttock completely
with your own hands. I shall look down and see that you do it. And then you
shall put your lovely arms about my neck and give me a nice, affectionate
and sisterly kiss. Then you shall turn about and give me one good
view-better than Ive had yet-of your white rump.

You are a perfectly nasty wretch! wailed Marion. I looked forward to
being an affectionate sister to you. But you have to bring shameful and
terrible things into our relationship. I shall never, never come bathing
with you again!

In which case, he observed mildly, off comes this wisp of a bathing
suit entirely. And I shall see whether sister is like unto sister when
unclad. And I shall see whether I have been reliably informed by one Mrs.
Mildred Cochrane regarding the interesting point that her younger sister is
perfect in all physical ways when naked-and that three wee brown moles
dwell on her person in enviable retreats.

You-oh, you incredible monster gasped Marion. Once more she struggled
in his grasp but since the sole outcome of this writhing was to imbed in
the soft flesh of her belly a turbulent and swollen rigidity whose very
heat and throbbing she could feel, she ceased her grinding movements with a
choking, shamed exclamation. Her face was scarlet now, her eyes dimmed and
her long-lashed fluttering visible.

Monster? Monster-! Do I hear aright? he cried. Oh, what an insolent
and irreverent generation is this which is growing up about us!

The nervous fingers on his right hand ceased to pat gently the one nude
buttock of the girl. They sank in wallowing delight into the soft flesh
here and there. And then he raised his hand ominously above the maidens
rear.

Dont-dont you dare! almost whispered Marion. I could never endure
that! Listen, Stanley, Ill forgive everything and kiss you just as sweetly
as I know how. But dont make me do the other thing as you said!

His hand swished downward. With a little cry she twisted her supple body
to make the none-too-violent slap a mere glancing one to the side of her
nude buttock and she reached her hands swiftly behind her to comply with
his instructions.

Gloatingly, he looked downward as the white fingers drew the tenuous
silk upward from the still-covered mound. Merely a little rope of twisted
blue silk penetrating the vale between the hillocks remained as
concealment.

Theyre simply lovely, Marion, he whispered. And now for the rest of 
your penance, my dear.

On tiptoe she stood to surround his brawny neck with her naked, shapely,
round arms. Half-blindly she proffered her rosy lips.

As his mouth took hers, both his broad palms came to rest upon the
silken nudity of her bottom. He hugged her, fondly at first, and then, as
carnality grew almost to madness in his frame, his fingers curled
convulsively into their tender beds.

Bewildered and affrighted at the receptiveness of her own senses, Marion
strove to withdraw her lips from a kiss which had ceased to have fraternal
elements. Wholly inexperienced in amorous things, the maiden whispered
dismayed and husky protests.

Dont Stanley. D-dont handle m-me like that! she pleaded. Be the
nice b-brother Ive wanted!

For his fingers were warm and pliant and more and more indiscreet upon
the warmth and velvet of her nude behind. They slipped downward. They
weighed the round mounds. They were penetrating, inquisitive, their tips
vastly confusing in explorations which made Marion gasp and shudder and
grind her thighs together to form a wholly futile barrier to one long and
particularly adventurous middle finger.

Chapter 3

Marion felt weakened by inexpressible agitation and with wrestling
futile, gasped remonstrances which she could not even put in words. As she
felt that masculine fingertip on the gauzily veiled sanctum of her sex,
Marion could only shudder and lie against the bulwark of this physical
strength which was being so boldly used for her discomfiture and agitation.

She raised dazed, gray eyes piteously to his in a mute plea for
forbearance. But instantly his ardent lips were upon hers once more. She
tried not to respond, and to wrest her mouth away.

Then she heard him whisper: Darling, ah, but youre so incredibly
lovely, oh sister of mine! Let us see whether a lover is some day going to
find passion as well as beauty in you.

Dont-oh, d-dont! she sighed.

Convulsively her naked thighs clutched the finger which dwelt and moved
between them. The finger bore upward. It was imperiously upon the thin
strand which protected the wee split so inadequately that it could feel in
clear outline the tender groove.

Panting breath issued from four lips, which were almost in contact. With
arms still about his neck, Marion dropped the white lids over her eyes,
which could not endure the glow of ardor in his face. Suddenly she trembled
and swayed like a plant smitten with a breeze as she felt upon her parted
lips the soft touches of a libidinous tongue.

With her ten fingers clasped upon the nape of his brawny neck for 
support, she withdrew the indelicately caressed mouth somewhat. But it was
pursued. Gently and dismayingly the tongue of the man played upon the
still-parted lips of the quivering girl.

Marion shuddered. She revealed glazed eyes for an instant and then the
long golden lashes fell over the orbs once more. Her pinks lips closed upon
the slippery intruder which played between them and then they opened again
for a dismayed exclamation.

Oh, how can you lick my mouth like that! she quavered. Its
shameful-like an animal. And please, please, take that hand away!

Instantly, almost instantly, precious, he promised. I just wanted to
see whether the sister of the Cochranes is really as chilly as her sister
and her friends have said. Open the luscious little mouth and see what
Brother has for you and then the unwelcome finger will be withdrawn.

Slowly the panting girl spread the portals of her lips. Anything was
better and more endurable, she felt, than that his finger should continue
to drive her almost to distraction.

Stanley relieved her of the agitating finger. But he caught her to him
even more ardently. And his tongue swiftly invaded the pink, warm cavern of
her mouth, where a coiled and apprehensive little tongue awaited it.

Marion swayed feebly in his embrace as she felt not only her mouth but
her tongue gently licked. Emotions that bewildered her-since how could any
pleasant sensations be expected from so disgraceful a contact-shot through
her nerves.

Suddenly he heard her moan softly. She was trembling. And the moist
warmth of her own tongue was in motion against his.

He thrilled to this activity, to this confession of reciprocal pleasure
on her part in a caress of which she had never even heard. He strove to
make his own caresses gentle, not too dismaying for this awakened virginal
ardor.

He licked the warm little tongue, felt it respond with a timid
sensuality. He withdrew his tongue to the portals of her lips and felt the
other tongue advance almost eagerly, as if reluctant to say farewell to its
guest.

He licked the delicate lips, the tip of her small tongue, and then
suddenly his whole tongue writhed in the effort to surround the girls
tender, moist organ of speech. Blindly, she gave him fullest access for
this insidious caress, which had at first impressed her as so odious.

Soft, moaning sighs, catches of panting breath, revealed more clearly
the tremendous effect upon Marions senses, even more so than the quivering
of her lithe, young body.

She was hugging him passionately by this time. And when he slowly
withdrew his tongue entirely, she opened languorous, suffused eyes as if
regretfully.

He pointed his tongue temptingly, and slowly the rosy tongue of his
sister-in-law emerged to touch and caress it as her own had been caressed.

From the mans opened mouth her tongue retreated but its fiery, wet 
companion accompanied it eagerly now.

He took her by the oval cheeks with his palms. Like a lamb, Marion
submitted now to his whims. He kissed softly and then licked gently her
closed eyes, her cheeks and temples, the lovely dimples of her mouths
extremities, the slightly tip-tilted, piquant little nose, the round, small
chin.

Just samples of my own private beauty treatment for a bewitching sister
who has no possible need of it, he whispered. Maro, I wish I had a mirror
to hold up for you now. Youre a dream of loveliness with your face flushed
and your eyes dreamy but glowing. Maro, darling, I positively think that I
shall perish unless I take off that fragile suit and see you as you really
are, in all your beauty!

Oh-oh, God, Stanley, dont. Dont spoil it all! she gasped, shrinking
away from him.

Spoil it all? he murmured.

Yes. Weve been kissing in that funny, terribly exciting way but
Mildred doesnt mind our kissing. She encourages it. You know how she
laughed at me and even scolded me for being bashful about kissing you night
and morning. I-I suppose that was kissing-what weve just been doing,
wasnt it?

You can be certain of that, he replied, amused and admiring. Just a
tender, affectionate species of emphatic kiss.

Well, I can excuse myself, then, for indulging in it-and liking it,
she whispered. For it was terribly sweet-it went all through me. But we
mustnt do it often, I think, she added with clouding eyes. For it makes
me feel as-as a girl shouldnt-so funny and trembly. And it leaves me so
very weak and shaky. But now that we are calmer, I must tell you something,
Stanley. If we are to be dear friends-brother and sister-you must never,
never treat me again as if I werent your sister by marriage. You know what
I mean. You know the indecent treatment to which you have subjected me. I
think it makes it all the worse that Mildred is my dear sister for theres
a kind of disloyalty to her in it. Oh, I know you didnt mean that, any
more than I did. But you must be able to see that I dont dare risk being
alone with you again if you are to play indecent pranks with me, even if
the other folks think they are just fun.

I merely looked you over in that becoming bathing suit, he smiled. I
know the suit is far from decent, she said Youre not entirely to blame
perhaps. But you know youve done some unforgivable things, Stanley, which
Im forgiving nevertheless. Well forget them. But Ill bathe with you in a
dress like this in future only on condition that you promise not to
manhandle me as you have done today.

But the kisses are not forbidden? he inquired with a casualness which
would have made a girl of more experience suspicious of what was in his
mind.

No, we may kiss since Mildred actually wishes it and since kisses
appear to be regarded as quite unimportant among these young couples and 
girls and boys, she conceded, almost eagerly.

And then she added slowly:

Ive learned from you something surprising, Stanley. That there are
more kinds of kisses than one. I dont know-Im not certain-that we should
do that again-what we just did. For it did such funny things to me!

Oh, its just a kiss after all, he said stoutly. And you have just
conceded that we may kiss. You will not refuse me such kisses as I wish to
give you-or to receive-Maro, dear?

Deliberating, she nodded her head of dark gold.

No, she said. I promise. But-and I know you will think me silly, but
remember Ive lived almost a convent life-are there still other kinds,
besides the one I knew and the one you taught me today?

Quite possibly. I might dig out one or two other varieties, he
observed placidly. Inwardly, he was both amused and touched by the
innocence of this girl of some twenty years.

He knew this innocence genuine for he knew from his wife and from Marion
herself the cloistered upbringing which she had had under the Puritan care
of a wealthy androphobe of a grandmother. She was some months past twenty,
to be sure, but hardly entering adolescence in respect to knowledge of the
emotions which sway mankind. From private and expert-but always carefully
supervised-tutelage in the privacy of her California home, she had recently
passed into the junior years of a girls college on the coast. And she was
now passing a summer vacation with the recently wedded elder sister, whom
she had but rarely seen in a decade or so.

They had been standing face to face. Marion was so absorbed in their
conversation and so gratified that her fine-looking brother-in-law should
agree to accept mere kisses and pledge himself to spare her the more
flagrant transgressions which so dismayed her that she had entirely
forgotten the continued nakedness of her round and lovely bottom.

She swung about just then, her attention summoned by the call of a bird.
When her right hand chanced to drop to her side and slightly rearward, she
gave a cry of shame as she touched the bare half-globe.

You see? she murmured, tugging at the silk, which had been shoved
above the snowy heaps. You see? Its things like this which I meant. The
idea of uncovering me-in such a place! But now that youve promised to be
good-

In all respects save kisses he reminded her, with a smile.

Well, kisses arent fundamentally wicked, or even naughty or
compromising, are they? I shouldnt, of course, consent to our pact unless
I were sincerely assured they were all right.

Youve had some opportunity even in these three days of your stay to
see how lightly such caresses are regarded by quite the best of the younger
set in Chicago here on holiday, he said. Wedded or unwedded, they kiss as
freely as affectionate children on meeting and on parting and between
times. Of course, you understand that kisses lead to things-things not
quite so simple and innocent-and such occurrences are far from rare in our 
pleasant little colony. But, in general, touches of the lips and a bit of
warm spooning are very pleasant. They bespeak the absence, too, of foolish
and harassing jealousies when exchanged among married groups, as youve
already see done rather freely. Our young friends are a very splendid crew,
dont you find them so?

Oh, very likable! she cried earnestly. Of course they confuse me at
times. I know only a few of them as yet. But, now that you speak of it,
they dont kiss in the way that you just showed me, do they?

Not so commonly, he hastened to admit. But they, well, that
peculiarly delicious caress is more or less reserved for privacy, as in our
case just now, Maro. Its a kind of sweet intimacy that would
rather-er-lose its zest if employed in a crowd, dont you think? Not that
any of these pink tongues around us are ignorant of the delicately exciting
mingling.

Well, she pondered, I dont see that it makes it any worse to kiss in
isolated parts as weve just done, Stanley.

Not in the least, he agreed heartily. And some of the other kisses
which I mean to show you, dear girl, are not really designed for any
publicity.

Other kisses? she murmured. I forget. You did say there were other
kinds, didnt you? But none of them could possibly make creepy sensations
run on ones spine and all ones nerves sort of tingle as it did when we
did that to each other?

No, he whispered.

Im certain of it, she assured him, but was stirred to a sort of panic
by something in the brown eyes over which hung dark-brown and curly hair.

Well, well see, he said vaguely.

Chapter 4

With both hands behind her, Marion was striving to coax the thin fabric
downwards over an abundantly fleshed buttock, which seemed to resist
renewed confinement so determinedly as to endanger the solidity of the
dark-blue silk upon which she was tugging while she held this odd,
absorbing conversation with her young brother-in-law.

Want help, Maro? he smiled.

She ignored the proffer.

How in the world did you ever got this thing up in the first place!
she said. I think Im going to tear it, it seems so very frail. No, dont
you dare, Stanley Cochrane! You have already seen me most disgracefully and
youve promised, you know, to commit no more indecencies!

Indecencies? he queried in an injured tone. I only want to help,
Maro, since you obviously cannot manage that fabric yourself while youre
inside it.

Well, if youre certain you can be very good, consented the girl
confidingly. For I find I cant do it alone without tugging in a way
dangerous for the suit. But please-oh, please hurry-for its so shameful to
have you see me like this!

He was behind her in a flash. Adeptly he thrust fingers of both hands
beneath the clinging silk and swiftly he drew it downward over one lovely
mound.

But the touch of the backs of his fingers upon the nudity of this
exuberant flesh moved each of them now to a degree out of proportion to the
intimacy of the contact, extreme though that was. Marion sighed and cringed
a trifle.

Stanley repeated the process with the other buttock. Then, overcome by
his agitation over this glorious and intimate young flesh, he dropped
quickly to a knee and laid warm lips in the horizontal crease just beneath
the mound.

Marion shivered. She stood for an instant as if transfixed. And then, as
the ardent lips took possession of the same spot at the base of the other
buttock and she felt the heat of his almost flaming breath and the clinging
of his lips, she dropped to the sand with a dry and convulsive sob.

You-you broke your promise! she quavered dismally. And now I shant
ever dare-

I broke no promise, he protested. What did I do?

You kissed me, she accused, where people arent ever kissed! It was a
fearful grossness, taking advantage of me!

I kissed you twice, granted, he murmured. And found it delicious!
But-my dearest sister, kisses were distinctly permitted to me by the terms
of our agreement.

But, heavens! wailed the girl. To kiss a person in such a spot!

A wholly lovely and adorable spot, he assured her. If you could only
see the cute little cross between a wee valley and a large wrinkle that
your flesh forms there, Maro, you would have to agree that its nothing
short of delectable! And there are dimples here too!

She bit her red lower lip, declining to look into his face. She debated
inwardly.

Why, I suppose I did say you could kiss me, she said faintly at last.
Maybe you were keeping the letter of our agreement. But still-what a place
to put kisses! It absolutely jarred me, Stanley! Im still all quivery. I
had no idea you meant ever to kiss me elsewhere than on my face, and Im
sure you never will again, now that you have seen how it affects me.

Just how did it affect you? he queried.

Why, what a thing to ask! she murmured in plaintive agitation. Ityour mouth-seemed almost to burn my flesh. I can still feel it. It made
me-well-sort of throb and feel-so funny!

Im entitled to kisses, he remarked with a soft and joyous exultation.
Our promises hold, dont they, Maro?

I-I couldnt go back on a promise, she conceded at last. But if Id 
had the least notion that my pledge could be taken to permit anything like
that-wed never have reached that agreement. Fortunately, youll never have
another such chance to drive me to distraction. And I still cant
understand in the least how you should have felt inspired to wish to kiss
me there.

A very dainty and wholly delightful region, he observed. All the
environs are maddeningly beautiful, as this tiny suit gives me the pleasure
of noticing.

Flushing yet more deeply, Marion contrived to crouch in a less revealing
posture.

Yet, can a thing which makes a girl absolutely shiver and tremble be
called a kiss really? she questioned, seemingly intent on extricating
herself gracefully from the dilemma into which her pledge appeared to have
immersed her.

If you dont think those were kisses, just let me try again, he
suggested.

She quivered and crouched yet lower.

And since they gave you, as youve admitted, new sensations they are
merely new kisses to you, which were distinctly within what we agreed
upon, he added.

They had their plunge in the waters of the lake and it was a cooling
experience of which both the girl and the man stood in need. But Marion,
fond though she already was of her big brother-in-law with the coiling,
dark-brown mop of heavy hair and the frank, attractive countenance and body
of a young Hercules, was silent and introspective during their swim, as
well as on the homeward walk to the pleasant bungalow whither they made
their way as the dinner hour drew near.

For a wonder, there was no social affair to draw them from the house
that evening, nor did any of the group of some hundred or more of Chicagos
youthful elite chance to invade the summer home of the Cochranes. Hence
Marion Stone had the opportunity-of which she took advantage-to go early to
her chamber and to bed.

She felt the need of utter solitude, even though not particularly weary.
For tremendous things had happened to this lovely and inexperienced girl of
twenty. To her they seemed world-shattering and it was necessary for her to
ponder alone every episode of that hour with her sisters husband in the
little sand vale on the dunes of the lake shore.

In her bed and in the darkness, she flushed and vibrated as she recalled
each crucial point. The intense admiration of Stanley for her bare legs
had, she thought, started it all. And, beneath the cover, she ventured to
hitch up the nighty she wore and to run her soft, shamed fingers delicately
over each naked thigh as if to fathom by sense of touch just why they
seemed to him so admirable.

She took anew the immodest posture into which she had fallen so
innocently on the sand-knees raised and parted-trying to picture herself as
he had seen her in that scant bathing suit, wondering whether it had indeed
been as thin and revealing there in the sunlight as he had said, or whether
he was just plaguing her. She touched the lower parts of her smooth behind,
the curves which, she realized, had indeed protruded shamefully. But
Mildred had told her not to be silly about a little thing like that, which
nobody pays attention to.

How horrid that her chance posture should have suggested to Stanley such
a lascivious intimacy as that of which he had spoken! Why, then, from what
he had said she supposed that this was indeed the position which a young
wife had to assume when in bed with her husband.

Chapter 5

Those same exquisite naked legs which had so rejoiced the eyes of
Stanley Cochrane clapped together now upon a slender wrist as, with sudden
increased agitation, Marion recalled the entire denuding of her rear mounds
by her brother-in-law under the jesting pretense of castigating them.
Quickly the thighs parted again, however, and the girl sighed, ashamed.
For, as she touched the lower rims of her bottom with investigating
fingers, trying to make more vivid the recollection of what Stanley had
done and said, that slim wrist was so located as to be caught directly in
her warm crotch.

The consequent sensation, coupled with the embarrassed memory of what
had pressed her nearly naked stomach as she writhed in the mans arms while
learning those new kisses from him, made the maiden more distracted than
ever. She once more clapped her legs together. She rolled them upon her
wrist. Her face waxed scarlet in the gloom of the chamber. And then,
bitterly ashamed of thus having yielded for the moment to the sensations
that thrilled her, she determinedly parted her thighs once more.

Her breathing was agitated. She gathered her memories of that scene upon
the dunes with an attempt at chronological exactness. Then-ah, yes-then he
had bared her bottom, already so imperfectly and gauzily shrouded. His
fingers upon it in the process had so terribly shamed and-yes-excited her.
And she had seen how the tan of his face had shown a dull red and how his
eyes seemed to gleam. He had been actually rough with his strong fingers
but she had not minded that somehow.

Then they had kissed with those kisses which Mildred called her a ninny
for hesitating to accord her new brother. But, heavens, they had kissed
while he had both hands upon her naked bottom! And then his amazing,
entrancing, agitating use of his tongue! No wonder she had almost forgotten
for the time how he was handling her flesh.

But she recalled it all clearly now. Yes, he had sunk his fingers in the
yielding flesh of her buttocks while their mouths were yoked, while, with
her nerves in flames, she had begun to respond timidly with her own tongue.

But what had led her to become so bold, so brazen, so unmaidenly? It had
been his great finger projected with the grossest indecency between her
legs from the rear! That finger had nearly crazed her with shame. And the
only way she could get it withdrawn had been to humor him, by letting her
tongue play with his.

But almost immediately she had found her head swimming, her nerves
singing. She had lost herself in the deep delight of that strange and
prolonged kiss. It was a kiss undoubtedly. He had said so-and, of course,
since it was delivered with the mouth, it must be a kiss and hence
permissible, according to the code of Mildred and of all these jolly,
forward, indecorous young lights of the best circles of Chicago. But what a
kiss! And Stanley had vowed to teach her other kisses.

Which reflection brought her to that amazing pair of kisses in the
grooves of bare flesh just beneath her buttocks and her own intense and
intimate reaction to those shameful caresses. It seemed to her that she
could still feel his warm mouth, his ardent breath, upon her skin.

With raised knees and elevated loins, she slipped her fingers from
either side to touch the very spots where he had laid his lips. She knew
exactly where she had felt his mouth-in either channel. Heavens! Not three
inches from the groove of her sexuality! No wonder she had felt the
reaction so intimately.

But that had been, perhaps, because his unspeakably impertinent finger
had been just recently withdrawn from the spot where her thighs had
clutched it in consternation and shame. Thank fortune there had been at
least that thin silk protecting the nook! How had he acted! Like this?

And, from behind, turning slightly upon one side, Marion managed to
intrude her own middle finger directly between her nude thighs. She
resisted the shaming thought that she was seeking a revival of the
sensations caused by her new brothers finger. No, it was simply curiosity,
she insisted, that was causing her to touch herself as never before.

Too timid to move the buried finger as Stanley had so perturbingly done
with his great digit, the girl stirred restlessly, merely squeezing her
thighs upon the slender and ineffectual finger, so much tinier than his,
vaguely disappointed in not finding again the thrills and the shamed
excitement which Stanley had caused her.

She abandoned the futile maneuver and sank slowly into drowsiness. But,
as a last thought before sleep, she had pledged herself, in order to exact
his promise to regard her finer feelings and spare her the animal handlings
he had attempted, to accord him unlimited kisses.

Yes, he would be her guide in striving to find a certain aplomb with all
these young people to whose set she belonged of right, yet with whom she
felt herself constrained and bashful. She could trust him since he had
promised. How splendid a creature he really was and how fine he had
looked-more nearly nude than even she had been-with his rippling muscles
distending the excuses for garments which he wore! Consciousness failed her
upon this reflection.

Stanley Cochrane, it happens, had a certain authority in back of him 
when he distressed the maiden by assuming a familiarity with her unclad
figure and her snowy flesh. For an elated and excited loving wife, much
impressed by what she had seen upon catching her embarrassed younger sister
still dripping from her bath, had hastened to assure her beloved young
spouse that Marion has developed into a blessed, shy, young Venus if ever
there was one, my baby boy!

Thus had the blond Mildred addressed the former left guard of the Badger
eleven, with his six feet, one inch of stature and his corresponding
dimensions and his immense strength in every physical field. Yes,
precious, Mothers tiny pet! she went on, rather shakily now, for she was
rubbing her delicate and lovely breasts, extracted from their nook in her
night garment by his fingers, upon the thicket of dark hair upon his chest.

Yes, baby dear, so, she soothed her husband as he manifested silently
a wish. Was ums hungry and didums want to suck mothers little titties?
Well, baby has to see if he can catch one of them when it comes around.

And the colorful and pretty little blonde lady, her silken, flowing hair
shades lighter than the dark gold of Marions long tresses, but her eyes
the same charming gray, circled a rosy and very tempting nipple, a turgid
drop of ruddy dew, upon his cheek, his forehead, his nose and chin.

Take off this infernal nightdress, Mildred darling, urged the brazen
baby.

Ah, naughty baby, and didums wants its little mother all bare and wont
it take its dinner unless she strips all naked and indecent? Well, she will
then, but it isnt very nice, for Mothers baby is getting-oh-getting
very-oh, Stanley-g-getting very-b-big-! Stanley, you great wretch, here it
is hammering at my bare legs and I wanted to play baby with you for a while
and give you the breast. I want to wrap you up in a corner of the sheet
like a diaper and then feel it swell beneath my fingers while I pin the
diaper on. But dont know whether I can wait to play like that now! What
horrid things men are, getting so excited right away that a poor girl cant
play an innocent little game because she gets so very passionate, with an
immense thing pushing against her! I do think, dearest, you might manage to
control yourself for just the least little while! You know you fairly loved
it every time Ive played you were my little child and handled you in the
cutest ways and made you take the breast, then felt your great thing swell
up gradually in my fingers or in a fold of my nighty. To be sure, you had
always taken me just before so that made it easier for you to be placid for
a while.

Yes, darling, but now I cant wait to have you, so over you go!

Oh, wait just a bit! I do so love to lie here and pretend Im asleep
and just rub your prick quite gently and dream about it beforehand!

As fond as she was of the unchaste caresses with which her warm hands
deluged his muscular, white body whenever the circumstances permitted,
Stanley lay beside her, vibrating to the delicate fingerings and fondlings
and to the impassioned kisses upon his torso and belly.

Suddenly he chuckled, his thoughts wandering even in the midst of his 
present delights.

That was a hot one you pulled this afternoon over at Suzanne Barlows,
he said. You may flatter yourself upon the managing to startle for a
moment even that crew of wild boys and girls.

Mildred giggled but did not relax for a second her libidinous play with
his body.

Well, you happened to say you were hungry and wed better go, she
murmured, and it came over me that here was my chance to shock everybody.
But Ill tell you confidentially, Stanley, darling, I really only meant to
just bare one nipple and put it to your lips. But when they all stared and
then laughed I got a little excited and bolder, you know how it is. So I
stripped everything off my breasts. But it was sweet of you not to leave me
in the lurch, for if you had refused to play, if you had looked shocked or
refused to take my nipples in your lips then it would have spoiled
everything.

Sweet girl, he whispered, with a hand searching and finding a curling
patch of soft hair under the cover, you created the sensation you were
after all, all right! It was the first time any of those fellows had ever
seen your lovely breasts absolutely bare. And did they go nuts over them!
Old Norm Hamilton got so excited that his fingers ground into my arm while
I was sucking your titties. And people tried to bat my head away so that
they could see better. And damned if Carley Barlow wasnt trying to get his
head down to take the other nipple when his own wife supplanted him. It
seemed funny to be sharing your breasts with a girl that way. How did it
affect you? I could hear you sigh and feel you tremble a little, and you
stopped laughing.

It made me as hot as the very devil, since you inquire so kindly, big
boy! cried his wife with an adorable little pout. Oh-o-o-o-oh-Stanley!

She gave the enormous head of his sceptre an exciting loving little
squeeze.

Its just in the pink-in its prime-isnt it, my beloved? she
whispered. But, this afternoon, well, for two bits I would have taken out
your thing-oh, yes, I caught sight of its condition-and I would have lain
right back on that divan, thats how agitated I was over what I had done
and over the way they all took it! How they razz Suzanne Barlow for shoving
her own husband to one side and taking my other breast herself! Do you
know, Stanley, I believe she loved it! She sucked me so tenderly, so warmly
that it doubled the thrills I was getting from you.

Dont forget, he commented, that showing your breasts to all our
friends that way had something to do with exciting you. Thats natural
enough. As for Suzanne-thats hardly abnormal either. Lots of girls love to
kiss and suck and play with each others bosoms. Still, she was pretty
ardent about it, wasnt she? She wanted it to pass as just her contribution
to a joke but she was red as a rose. But I heard some of the fellows agree
that you had the loveliest breasts they had ever seen.

Wait until they see Marions-if they ever do! said the gratified 
Mildred. I know my bust is nice but hers is quite the most beautiful
imaginable. Incidentally, I would never have dared act as I did if she had
been there. It is rather fun to shock my young sister but that would have
made her faint!

The little beauty is awfully touchy, agreed her spouse. But shes as
sweet as mignonette, a family characteristic. But its pleasant to keep on
giving her greater and greater shocks. Shell be a winner when she gets
acclimated. Everyone adores her while they laugh at her, but shes
wretchedly sensitive.

She almost collapsed, giggled Mildred, when I first made her slip her
arms about your neck in kissing you. Still, she wants to appear game, not
to be so wholly different from her companions. And I think some breaches
are beginning to appear in her armor of puritan girlhood!

You can safely bet on that, returned Stanley. Why, shed have choked
and run the first day of her arrival to see you admit Gerry Candall to your
boudoir when you were bare legged and being pedicured. And the kiss he gave
your toes when he went away would have scandalized her into fainting!

Chapter 6

That was pretty crude! giggled Mildred. I had noticed that ever since
he had come in he had had to see whether he was right in suspecting that I
hadnt on a stitch except a little shirt under that kimono. He kept edging
around and peering, trying to make casual conversation at the same time.
But I could see what he was doing and I teased him by being very coy when
he thought he was on the verge of seeing something.

Of course I knew all the time that that Doc Dickey, the pedicurist, was
getting an eyeful every now and then. Lots of the girls have noticed how
nosy that black-moustached fellow gets when hes playing with our toes. But
hes harmless after all. It doesnt really matter if a person of his level
catches rather intimate views of us.

But old Gerard was something else again. I managed to keep fooling him
just for fun. But he had the better of me, finally, at that. You must have
noticed.

You mean when he surprised you by whisking your foot up and kissing
your toes as ceremoniously as if they had been your fingers? queried
Stanley. I wasnt where I could see exactly what happened. But I knew
something was up-he was pretty excited.

Well, I could have slapped him but I thought it best to appear not to
realize what he had done exactly, said his wife, especially as that
fellow was still working away on my other foot. But, Stanley, if he hadnt
lifted my foot so high and so far apart from the other he wouldnt have had
a clear view of my naked pussy. You must have seen how quickly he turned
after kissing my foot. It was that quick jerk, you know-and I half went 
over backward-and I knew my crotch was naked and that he had seen it
plenty! Doc Dickey got more than an eyeful from were he knelt. He may be
rather blase by this time but not enough so that he didnt give a little
gasp. I thought surely you must have noticed that even if you hadnt just
seen what Gerry had the nerve to do.

Well, hes got a healthy nerve! said Stanley at last. Looking at a
young wifes cunt in the very presence of her husband-and almost by
violence at that! That is going fairly far, it seems to me, by God! I dont
mind all this fooling around we do in crowds, but-!

Dont work up a lather, old sweetness, observed his spouse with
another silvery giggle. Just put it down that another man has seen me
pretty intimately and let it go at that. And dont use coarse words in my
presence, if you please! You know I hate them.

You dont always hate them, maintained the unembarrassed Stanley.
Ive heard some pretty crude language bubble from those lips when you were
playing up to me like a white rabbit.

Well-then, conceded Mildred. I dont know just why it is, darling-but
it seems to me that it adds to the bliss I am enduring-yes, enduring is the
word. I feel like being vulgar and common in my words and in my actions
too.

Dont worry, dearest, I enjoy hearing you froth out strong words at
such times, interpolated Stanley.

I could be-I feel that I am just your naked whore when this huge affair
is buried in me and working in and out! persisted Mildred excitedly as she
tenderly squeezed the rod of which she spoke. I could-oh, theres nothing
too vulgar for me to do or say at such time! I could fuck with you on the
lawn where everybody could see and not mind them at all!

Fuck, madame? Can I believe my polluted ears? her husband smiled.

Well, I didnt really mean that-it sort of slipped out because Im not
exactly myself with this monster throbbing in my hand, explained Mildred.
Oh, God, I am so very hot. Take me, Stanley take me!

Always ready to oblige a lady, said the man. And if you think its
been easy to wait while you played with me! Here-let the bedclothes go to
hell! God, what a bed of satin for my body, precious! And to think that
this little rosy gash was inspected by Gerry Crandall almost under my very
eyes!

Does that make it any less interesting to you, my love? queried
Mildred, already half-convulsed by the slow progress of his staff between
the lips of her sensitive retreat.

On the contrary, since were confessing, beloved, whispered Stanley,
pausing with the knob of his virility barely embedded. But the brazen crust
of the man, and knowing that he has feasted his eyes on you fairly shakes
me.

I think I know what you mean, Stanley, murmured Mildred faintly. It
in some queer way adds to my excitement too. Oh, my own darling, now press
in a little more. Make it last as long as possible, dearest!

Sure, he said, pausing again after an interval given to sighs and
kisses and further penetration of the exquisite body beneath him.

Are you certain that the fact that one of our closest male friends saw
my-my c-cunt-isnt stewing in your mind unhappily? asked Mildred after a
while, watching his face as keenly as she could with gray eyes which were
already glazed and languorous as his firm shaft completely buried itself in
her throbbing body.

His reassurance was hearty and emphatic.

Not in the least, sweetness, he said. Ive already told you that it
seems to add to my excitement.

Because if the knowledge haunts you, she persisted quaveringly, I
shall certainly gain you your revenge by contriving to let you see his
pretty wife just as naked as the day she was born. I can do it-I know I
can. You shall see every bit of her, everything shes got-her cunt, her
nice titties, her bottom, her belly, her whiskers! Oh, fuck me, Stanley,
fuck me-oh, God, Im on fire!

Oh, darling-y-yes-you shall see her quite naked, I pledge you my word!
You shall-oh-o-o-o-h-f-fuck-cunt-prick-you shall screw her if you wish!
That should avenge you, and I will hold her if I have to but I think no
g-girl c-could r-resist the longing to fuck with you. You-y-you could have
any woman in the world that you wanted-c-couldnt you-b-b-beloved-!

Wild in the ecstasy of their bout, Mildred could no longer formulate
words for her torrent of perverse and fervid sensuality. She had enwrapped
the loins of her aggressor with white legs almost as marvelous in contours
as those of her lovely sister. Her arms clung about his neck.

Their faces were almost as closely pressed as their bodies now. Stanley
ploughed the palpitating, clinging furrow in which his virility was
plunged, moving in slow, voluptuous rhythm. Mildred licked his lips and
nibbled them, revealing that she was not entirely a stranger to such kisses
as were to startle and entrance her young sister from those same male lips
not so many hours later.

From the almost inexhaustible resource of her sensual being, the
bride-they had been married only a few months-deluged the engine working
with her at least three times before, with the fourth draft upon her
reservoirs, she felt the jets of his semen shooting within her body.
Together they lay panting and quivering.

You little fire dragon! remarked the smiling Stanley some minutes
later as he held out his arms to a still-flushed, shivering, naked damsel,
who had just returned to the broad bed after a necessary operation in the
bathroom.

But you like me that way dont you, dearest? she whispered, as she
cast herself upon the disordered bed and into his embrace.

I wouldnt for millions have you lose the least bit of your glorious
passions, he said. Youre my perfect little mate in all ways-and thats
the best of the ways.

Its, well, perhaps a family characteristic to be passionate, Mildred 
observed. I have reason to think, from some things that Uncle Frank and
Aunt Josephine hinted at, that Father and Mother were both pretty fiery. Of
course, regarding my dear Marion

Well, what about her? he queried, somewhat startled by the
interjection of his beautiful sister-in-law-a chaste maiden if ever there
was one-into the conversation. Its a cinch that Marion has but the
dimmest of notions about sex at all. And, as for her having inherited any
such passions as yours, I think it highly improbable. For how could we
mistake the symptoms? She does nothing but blush and shrink at the least
ribald remark or even at any physical familiarity that falls under her
eyes.

Dont be an old silly! his wife enjoined. She cant even take and
return your morning and evening kiss without showing an unconscious
stirring deep inside her. And when I insisted on your really hugging each
other this morning, well, she was a silent wreck all during breakfast. I
was sure that you had noticed it. But the funniest thing is that she has no
more idea than a baby that she has a very torrid nature. She sets her
quivery state in your arms down to modest dismay at affectionate
familiarities with a man-even with the brother-in-law of whom she very
thoroughly and even tenderly approves, without realizing it.

I have an idea youre wrong, remarked her spouse, even though its
always perilous for a mere man to contradict a lady on estimates of one of
her own sex. I dont believe that Marion even knows what a sensual thrill
is.

Maybe not. Shes indeed an innocent old sweet, Ill grant you. And
regrettably so, for it lays her open to jests at her expense which she
doesnt understand, or makes her feel so embarrassed and out of place when
she does understand. But shes had many a thrill of the kind you speak,
even without recognizing it. She feels a chill every time you touch her
lips with yours.

Baby, her timid little kisses carry a kick with them at that! he said
with relish. Already shes second only to you in my affections, I think,
and a little beauty she is, too!

Listen, old darling, dont overestimate me. And dont underestimate
me, said Mildred tranquilly. I know youve got a pretty wife who thinks
youre the only person on earth. But when it comes to comparing me with
Marion physically-baby boy, thats outrageous flattery! I saw her this
morning dripping from her bath and my eyes stuck out! Lovely-I tell you
shes perfect, Stanley! I had that sudden impulse that always hits me when
Im having a delight unshared with you, the impulse to call you right away.
I wanted you to see that marvelous body of hers. And I would have done it
if I hadnt been certain the poor child would have collapsed and maybe
fallen ill from shock. She was badly enough dismayed at having even me see
her-clutched a towel and all that.

I know she must be a dream. Coax her into some kind of a bathing suit
that will show her off better than that infernal contraption she had on 
yesterday, Mildred, will you? Shes open to reason-weve discovered
that-and shes distressed at being thought so very different from the
flighty crew in this place. I believe she is afraid of appearing to pose
and to reproach us all for being so easy going in our ways. And shes
learned that shes behind the times.

Listen, Stan, urged Mildred, eager with a new and sudden notion and
laying her round and beautiful arms coaxingly about his neck. This kid
sister of mine could marry the most eligible man in this colony-yes, in all
Chicago-if she could just be awakened to some of the facts of life and be
brought up to date. If she could learn that young folks dont act nowadays
as they did in the times of our dear old grandmother who practically reared
her. And if she could just learn to be one of them. Shes got
everything-even money-since Grandmother will furnish her with plenty when
she passes on. And then she could spend all her time in reforming her
husband if she wanted to. Not that we want her to marry a positive rake. I
wish she could get somebody like you. Only, unhappily, there isnt another.

But that brings me to my thought. Why dont you just-well-take her in
hand a little? You know-bring out all those qualities in her that would
fascinate men. Stir and stimulate her so that the good old S A will stick
out all over her. You are the only one who could do this-youve made a most
tremendous hit with the bashful lady. A quiet word from me to the general
effect that a girl may properly go a lot further with you ought to do the
trick. She wouldnt allow anyone else but you in the way of lovely
spooning, you know. Shes already succumbed so sweetly to the kisses which
Ive urged between you.

Stan, dearest, she want on excitedly, for her own sake you ought to
do this. She wouldnt let anyone else go to any lengths with her. And, with
her fiery if submerged nature, it wouldnt be safe even if she did. Ill
give you all the carte blanche you want-youll know when to stop. But,
darling, you said a while ago that she was second only to me. Dont let her
ever sneak into first place!

Old silly! he cried softly and kissed her lips tenderly.

I was only kidding, really, she remarked, snuggling closer. I know
very well that Ive got you nicely hooked, Mister Man!

This is a hell of a thing youre suggesting, Mildred, I suppose you
realize that, he said. For this kid has got every sort of fascination
there is plastered down under a novices rearing, total inexperience, and a
genuine shyness. And let me tell you that its no cinch for a
man-especially a man already devoted to a certain lady whom she much
resembles-to stop short when, if your surmise is correct, great depths of
sheer glorious passion open before him with such a girl as Marion.

I know, dear, and Ill make it up to you by being right there to act as
a safety valve whenever needed, smiled Mildred. On the other hand, if you
can put it over,-and Im sure you can-you ought to have a pretty swell time
yourself, oughtnt you, teaching her things, seeing her come to life in
your very arms?

Well, old pet, on your head be it, he said, drawing a long breath.
Far be it from me to deny that it would be a rare treat to spoon with
Marion. And I already love the young lady. See if you cant slip her into
one of your alleged bathing suits tomorrow.

Chapter 7

Dusted with fine sand, two splendid bodies lay in a sort of natural
covert between two low sandhills. That the sand clung in tiny patches to
their liberally exposed skins was due not to a plunge into the nearby
lake-for they had been no nearer the water than they now were-but rather to
the fact that each of the pair had been moved to the excitement and warmth
that induces a suffusing perspiration.

Rustling reeds raised about them an added cover and whispered, too, in a
faint breeze which felt refreshing to both those sweating bodies as the
pair rolled perhaps a foot apart, equivalent to a painful separation. But
this separation would be atoned for in the not distant future by a renewed
grapple, that was very sure!

One of the extended bodies was a great array of muscular limbs and frame
weighing at least a hundred and ninety. This body could readily have
spotted eighty pounds to the other body, which appeared hardly more than
half its bulk.

The fact is, however, that it was only at this instant that a
near-sighted observer would have been able to swear that the bodies were
two in number instead of one. For the previous fifteen minutes, indeed,
they had been the practical equivalent of just one rather extraordinarily
shaped form, so closely, so unintermittently had they been clasped
together, with the smaller body enfolded and sheltered by the massive frame
of the larger one. Oh-Stanley, Stanley, Stanley!

This mere ghost of a voice could hardly have been heard farther than the
ear to which it was addressed. Well, Maro old sweetness! murmured a
masculine voice.

And the man, smiling gently and happily, touched softly with a fingertip
two delicate buds which seemed to be trying to pierce, on the summits of
twin breasts, the fine fabric which afforded the scantiest of covering.

Marion quivered. She withdrew another inch. And she whispered
reproachfully, Ah, but that at least is not a kiss-to touch me that way.

Well, those touches are mere admiring salutes to a bust so exquisite
that it is a shame it should be ever hidden from the eyes which it would
gladden so much, said the man.

It isnt very much hidden now, Im afraid, the girl replied
shamefacedly as she glanced downward for an instant. But you shouldnt
even notice-or, at least, speak of-part of me like that. Though its nice
of you to approve if you must speak.

It would be somewhat difficult, he smiled, not to approve of such
utterly lovely and adorable little breasts as those. Still, I restrain my
enthusiasm, since it abashes you, and I merely say that somewhere in the
world there may be breasts as beautiful as yours, but that it is very
doubtful. And the dainty nipples point silently at me as if in thanks for
the kisses which have aroused them from their sleep.

You make it worse and worse every time you open your mouth, she said,
leaning a smooth brow against his shoulder. What a topic to ask a girl to
discuss with a man!Did anybody ever tell you that you have the most even
and attractive white teeth, Stanley?

The better to nibble you with, fairest of sister-in-laws, he
explained.

I believe you really would chew me, monster! You must have done every
other thing there is!

Oh, I wouldnt say that! You seem to have a very erroneous idea of the
extent of my repertoire. Indeed, I havent done a single thing since we
came here except to kiss this rosy face, this sunny head, this soft neck,
and these white shoulders and arms-kisses, I am forced to add, which it was
difficult to get you to return.

There were other things too, faltered Marion in the lowest of voices.
I shouldnt have stayed-you know I should not.

Mere by-products-inevitable offshoots of our kisses, he said. And
hence not in the least reprehensible even for my sensitive little novice.

The girl drew a long breath which issued presently in soft sighs. If we
are to hug and kiss-if you are to hug and kiss-if you are to teach me all
these startling things, she began.

All these detestable things? he queried smilingly.

She laid her warm lips upon his brawny neck. Dont tease, she
whispered. You know whether I detest them or not. But what I was going to
say was that we should dress ourselves in real clothes for what Mildred
calls spooning. Its lovely, dear Stanley-yes, why should I be less than
frank about an intense pleasure which you can very well see I experience?
But hugging and rolling around so nearly unclad!

I would be keen to hug you even if clad in all sorts of things-with an
opera cloak on top of them, he said. But the nearer I can get to the real
you the pleasanter it is to embrace you.

Well, it drives me almost distracted. I dont think I was wholly sane
ten minutes ago, she replied, with a candor that delighted him. You see,
our legs quite bare and our bodies tangled up and squirming-why, I had the
most awful feeling all of a sudden that we were acting as even a husband
and wife should be ashamed to act and I felt-I felt abashed and guilty to
be enjoying so much of what conscience told me was wrong, she said
steadily. And if it hadnt been for what Mildred told me this morning
after breakfast-

And that was? he queried.

She said I was too naive and unformed for words, that I positively 
needed to be taken in hand by a man who could be trusted not to go too far.
That if I was ever to feel at ease at all among persons our age, Id simply
got to go a little pace with you since you were the only man n whom I was
interested at all. And that since you were my relative, scandal couldnt
get at us.

You see, went on Marion rather breathlessly, I suppose I was still
rather flushed and upset-for you licked my lips you know you did-instead of
just kissing me quite properly at breakfast time. And Mildred said she
could have shaken me, that my timidity made even my own brother-in-law
hesitant about taking me in his arms-and uncomfortable because I was so
perturbed by a few little pettings. But you arent hesitant and
uncomfortable, are you, Stanley? Not particularly, he smiled briefly.

His companion mused in a rosy silence for a moment. Mildred is simply a
darling and I love her with all my heart, she said at length. But she
does let her tongue gallop away with her once in a while, doesnt she? She
kept me as red as a peony for a while there. She scolded-not harshly, you
understand, for she couldnt be mean-because I refused last night to let
you come into my room when she wanted to call you so that you could see my
new gray silk combination. I wouldnt have minded, Stanley, only I was in
it at the time, trying it on, and it was every stitch I had on. So, you
see, that would have been pretty terrible even for a nice brother, wouldnt
it? At least I thought so.

And she said I had been silly to protest and run when she suggested
after dinner last night that you should fix my garter. But how could I,
Stanley let you do that? For it had come undone about my waist. And she
said that things that I thought hard and coarse and were just seasoning
which teaches people to look with calm upon episodes which arent really of
terrific importance-helping them to look, clear-eyed, on the facts of life.
And she went on to say that it would be a good thing for me if some of
these rapscallions of men got hold of me and tossed me in a blanket quite
naked. Imagine-I know I should die! She was smiling, but I half think she
meant it!

Some of them are quite capable of doing exactly that, small sister, he
laughed. Especially with giggling girls and women to egg them on-and with
a few drinks aboard each participant. In fact that and much more has been
done on this very shore in the course of romps that tended to degenerate
into revelry.

The girl shuddered. She lessened the few inches which separated them.
She snuggled a bit as if for protection against nameless outrages. I
shant dare go about here unless you are at hand, she murmured. I know
you wouldnt let them do such unspeakable things. Of course Mildred loves
me whole-heartedly but somehow I feel that, if she got excited and
mirthful, she might not protest in the least if they did the most terrible
things to me!

Chapter 8

This lesson in brotherly and sisterly caresses was about to continue.
Marions naked and wondrous legs had once again capitulated after various
retreats, and mingled now with the stalwart limbs of the man. And this was
only the second lesson which this expert and enthusiastic tutor had given
her.

In a nervous silence, feeling as if she were going to a much graver
assignation, the maiden had consented to accompany her brother-in-law for a
second swim together. And she had not resisted or argued-after a brief
start and hesitation-when he had led her toward the secluded nook which
seemed designed for spooning.

She took some comfort in the fact that Mildred had smilingly consented
to let her don a suit which she felt distinctly more proper than the one
she had previously worn with Stanley. The garment-another one-piece affair,
to be sure-was of cherry silk. It was much looser upon her body than the
blue contrivance into which Mildred had managed almost to shove her on the
day previous and hence it did not reveal so shamedly each curve and
protuberance of the perfect little body of Marion. Nor did it stretch into
such gauziness as to make it a mere film, as had been the case with the
garment which had led to such nerve-wracking familiarities.

But already had the maiden had reason, with beating heart, to realize
that this very looseness might prove a source of danger too. Not very
serious danger, of course, since her reliable and loveable brother-in-law
was pledged to mere kisses, although, as he had just carefully explained,
the inevitable by-products of embraces and kisses could not be avoided.

She had been inclined to sit cross-legged upon the sand, looking
solemnly at the man with gray eyes like a disturbed owl. She had resisted
at first by instinct, perhaps the more because every nerve in her lovely
body tingled for his arms and lips. When he had stretched upon the sand by
her side, he began to draw her gently towards him.

Stanley-Stanley, dear-be considerate, wont you? she had whispered a
little huskily as, yielding, she was drawn to lie facing him.

Youre all wrapped up like a mummy, he complained disingenuously,
touching her lightly here and there on the loose little garment, which left
her smooth sides and chest and back, as well as legs and arms, quite
uncovered.

Dont Stanley, Im very nervous already, sighed the girl, as his
fingers strayed to the pit of her stomach. You cant, thank God, see my
skin all through it, can you?

A wee, perturbed wrinkle showed on her white brow.

Its horribly scanty at that. Im very-uncovered. But Mildred said it
was the most sedate one she had in all her sea shore wardrobe. She showed
me one and vowed I should have one by the end of the week just like it. It
was of white silk. Youve probably seen it. She got into it to show 
me-hasnt she got a lovely body, Stanley? And when she saw how sort of
confused I was to see how nearly nude she looked in it and to realize that
she dared appear in public in it, she stepped under the shower and then
showed me the effect of water on it. My dear, she looked positively bare in
the clinging, drenched thing! I really think you ought to speak to her
about that suit. Has she ever worn it on the beach and into the water?

Two or three times, he replied. Its a popular favorite in the
colony. They howl for her to go back and get into it when she appears in
any of her other suits.

And you let her? queried Marion wonderingly.

He shrugged. What could I do without making such a point of what,
according to modern standards, is of slight importance, and then appear a
spoil-sport and prude and a grumpy husband? To tell you the truth, I feel I
have a right to be proud of having so lovely and so beautifully built a
wife who, when her body is on view like a work of art, people gasp in
admiration. To be sure, when she comes out of the water in that suit she is
just the same as stark naked. She has to be-and sometimes she is-very
careful how she sits. For a wee rose shows between her legs and Ive seen
mens fingers curl and their eyes gleam when they catch sight of it. And a
cute beard and pink nipples are served to the eyes of all comers.

Oh, heavens, Stanley, how can you say such things! wailed the shocked
Marion softly, writhing, chest to chest with him and held in his arms. And
how can you endure such things? She hasnt had a mother or father, except
for Aunt Josephine and Uncle Frank, and I guess they have been the reverse
of strict. Shouldnt you try to make her behave?

She behaves all right, the dear, he remarked quietly. Dont you see,
Maro, that its all a matter of social standards? This generation has
decided that the prudish quibbles and fanatical reserves of a bygone time
were just morbid-that they werent really innocent or lovely at all. So
life is flavored with more of the honey of fun and frolic and of pretty
things freely revealed and with less of the vinegar of prudish conventions.
Oh, little sweetness, what a soft spot Ive found to kiss!

His warm lips were buried just beneath a pink ear. The girl sighed and
stirred in his arms. And, for some fifteen minutes, the silence which
reigned was broken only by such sighs and by the feverish breathing of two
more and more agitated persons.

Marion quivered more and more with the surprising sensations awakened
within her as her slender neck was decorated with heated yet gentle kisses.
She had no desire to speak and perhaps thus break the spell, even if she
could have spoken intelligibly.

Under her round little chin the warm lips snuggled, softly kissing, even
tenderly licking.

Ah, she thought bewildered, then the tongue may help the lips-even
elsewhere than upon the mouth! It is very pleasant-shameful, Im
afraid-but, oh, God, wonderfully pleasant! Its as if I were just a wee
kitten-being licked and cleaned. Oh-and my temple-and cheeks-and 
forehead-how he does kiss and lick my face! I could scream, scream!
Heavens, hes licking my nose! Im so afraid I shall cry out loud and maybe
make him stop this marvelous, incredible shower of lovely caresses! Will he
never take my mouth?

Such was the frame of mind of the excited and trembling Marion, so it is
hardly surprising that, as the mans sensual lips were slowly laid upon the
rosy, curving lips awaiting them, Marion gasped a trifle, tightened her
bare and exquisite arms about the neck of her comrade and tutor, and
performed the unmaidenly act of kissing him hotly even before his mouth had
opened for that first mingling of their lips.

And the enraptured Stanley was to discover now to what an extent his
pupil had profited by the first lesson in using more than just the portals
of the mouth in demonstrating tender affection and luscious even if
unpracticed passion.

For hardly had their yoked lips exchanged two lingering and loving
kisses before a small and impatient tongue was covertly at work upon his
lips, striving to part them yet more, moving with lascivious abandon
between them, resentful of the barrier of the still closed teeth which
prevented the exploiting of Marions new accomplishment.

He too was inflamed and sighing as he gave her moist, warm tongue the
admittance which it mutely asked. He strove for self-mastery as he gave his
tongue and the cavern of his mouth to the darting, coiling, licking
caresses of the small demon which took possession thereof.

She was curved inward upon his half-circled body, nestling there in a
protection and a retreat whose full measure of lascivious interchange she
did not yet recognize. She was panting as their tongues writhed and played
together, now in one mouth, now in the other. Her hard breasts heaved upon
his wholly naked bosom-his bathing shirt was cut to the navel.

Their eyes were closed. Marion was pallid now with an agitation and a
blissful palpitation of all her nerves almost too powerful for her
endurance.

He compressed his lips upon the slippery tongue then slowly withdrew his
mouth, allowing the girls red tongue to glide between his lips. Marion
moaned softly as she felt her prized possession removed. Writhing against
his body, conscious now in shivering ecstasy of the rampant and hard engine
of his masculinity upon which her warm, soft belly was almost rolling, the
thoroughly aroused child collapsed in his arms. She lay with her cheek
pillowed on his bare shoulder, panting and pale from excitement.

Gently he soothed and cradled her. He slipped a muscular thigh presently
between her naked legs. Sighing, and half-unconscious of his maneuver, she
squeezed the hard, bare leg between her own thighs.

His soft and resuscitating kisses were quite brotherly now, even if that
clasped and intruding leg of his was far from brotherly in its intent and
in its effect.

Slowly the color revived in the oval smoothness of Marions cheeks. She
opened languorous, swimming eyes. Aware suddenly, of a naked knee which had
slipped upward to press upon her almost nude and throbbing crotch, she gave
the brazen limb a shamed push, which it accepted as notice of eviction and
moved some inches downward. Oh, Stanley, she sighed, cheek to cheek with
him now. Isnt that the most wonderful way to kiss? Dont you suppose we
just gave each other the most entrancing kiss that was ever exchanged?

I would be willing to enter it in any osculatory competition
whatever-professionals not barred, he said with his attractive smile.

Do you and Mildred and other people kiss just like that? she asked
faintly.

There is precedent, he replied gravely. I didnt lay claim to the
discovery, you know. And as for Mildred, she loves that kind of kiss.

Well, it must be all right then, she murmured comfortably. For
Mildred distinctly told me that we should kiss in any way that you wished
and that I liked. She said it would give me aplomb and control. But I dont
feel very well under control just now, Stanley, except by these great arms
and legs of yours. Please, please, withdraw your thigh from between mine
for it makes me feel-oh-I cant tell you just how!

Chapter 9

Well, get in between my legs then, he suggested. Legs may hug as well
as arms, Maro.

For a moment she resisted but presently she found herself, nevertheless,
held by hard thighs which pressed her own. She snuggled against him now in
an increased intimacy of contact which was very comfortable and very
delightful, if only one could mentally ignore the great affair which made
him male and which, she decided, he could not help having or even help its
being so infinitely disconcerting and so agitating, so suggestive and
thrilling.

She was pulling roguishly at the matted dark hair upon his great chest.
You licked my whole face like a puppy, she said. It made me feel so
queer. But now I know why-all this fur shows that you are just a great St.
Bernard-or maybe a splendid mastiff.

He grinned boyishly. Getting used to brothers big body, arent you,
Maro? he commented. Not so frightened over seeing me in this rag of a
two-ounce suit as you were?

She shook her head, flushing. I guess I was silly about that, she
said. But you did-you do-look so very bare in it, and youre so big and
white and hairy, only burned here and there. And Id never seen any men
this way, you know. But I do begin to like to see you this way-and you are
splendid, you know. And I do begin to see, too, that it is rather foolish
to be squeamish about being as unhampered and comfortable as can be-for
swimming or for any sports. But all this hair-its just a trifle
bothersome. Isnt it the least bit indecent to have it all on display?

Oh, all! he exclaimed. Only samples, sweet sister. Youd be
surprised!

She flushed more deeply but continued to twist the dark strands
playfully and even to rub the exhibited nipples with soft hands in a new
forwardness which she failed to recognize as such and which hugely pleased
the man. It does make you like a great animal, she murmured. Id be
scared if there were more of it!

My blessed Maro! he exulted. Youve found a sort of finger kiss that
is extremely pleasant-and its your own invention, as far as I am
concerned. When you rub me there and twirl my nipples under your palms it
gives me sensations!

Sensations? she queried ashamedly. Im not being disgustingly
naughty, I hope. I-I sort of like to pet you here-and-since my fingers seem
to please you-well-could I just

Her soft voice died away as, quivering, she found fortitude and courage
to lay her warm lips on the pink circle and the rosier tip which imitated
so absurdly the ornaments of her own swelling bust.

Stanleys surprise, as well as his pleasure in this unexpected advance
of his timid and modest sister-in-law, were very genuine. For it was a
novelty to him to learn that the ardent kisses of lovely feminine lips on
such a sterile spot could have an effect so very pleasant.

He yearned suddenly for more of those kisses. As if reading his
thoughts, and content to thus assuage her own desires and his since surely
this was a kiss she had been taught was permissible between them, Marion
let a rosy, shamed tongue mingle with the movements of her lips.

For several minutes-she kissed each nipple and licked each tiny tip,
too, with growing gusto and pleasure. Oh! she cried chokingly, showing
him for an instant a rosy and intent face, Youd be surprised, Stanley,
dear, how very nice it is to pet you this way. And Im going to do for you
the same thing you did to my nose and my chin

Her voice died away, muffled by the flesh and hair of his chest. He
shivered, to the gentle, and then to the feverish, suction which her dainty
lips applied to each of his nipples. My little precious! he sighed
tenderly. That is absolutely delightful, and all your own, as Ive told
you. And since it feels so good Im beginning to envy the women who have
babies and nurse them.

Im afraid it must be really very naughty, Marion sighed, raising a
flushed face reluctantly, since it makes us both feel so-agitated. And
Grandmother always said that we should be suspicious of things that we
found very enjoyable, for the devil baits his traps with tempting
sensations.

Weve got a good many of the grandmotherly shackles still to break,
havent we? he smiled.

Oh, I know shes old fashioned, but she is a dear, his companion
conceded. But until now Ive had only her. Now Ive got you and Mildred
and I cant tell you how happy it makes me! Dont you think Mildred is a 
darling-in all ways, of course-but I mean for letting us, even coaxing us,
to have such lovely spoonings together?

Shes all of that! he said fervently. Shes a broadminded and clever
old sweet, and she loves us both with all her heart.

But I just cannot understand, observed Marion, as she pressed the
narrow band of his bathing-suit into a mere wisp and laid her flushed cheek
on his white, hard stomach, how you can seem so indifferent or even amused
when she lets everybody in sight kiss her whenever they meet-that Gerard
Crandall and Charley Barlow and, oh, all the grown men and the boys too.

Shes very kissable, said Stanley, unruffled. And its a great treat
for them to feel those lips of hers melt against theirs in that way she has
of making a kiss a real event. Its the custom of the country also, my
sweet.

Oh, I know, murmured Marion with just a touch of what she failed to
recognize as jealousy in her tone. Ive seen how you lay your lips on
those of Sylvia Crandall and Suzanne Barlow and all these other girls on a
sudden impulse when something you have said or done has amused or pleased
you. But, well, anyhow, you dont go out with any of them and kiss and kiss
and kiss the way you do with me, do you?

Not even with Mildred, he laughed.

He took her head of dusky gold in his broad palms and, after rubbing his
almost naked belly with her unresisting but reddening soft cheeks, he
suddenly lowered the lovely head until one of the girls cheeks lay right
on his enlarged and stiffened sex.

For an instant the maiden failed to recognize the nature of the contact.
Then the warmth of velvet cheek and of swollen virility communicated
through the thin black silk. He saw her lovely eyes widen and her face glow
scarlet. Her white neck stiffened into revolt and he allowed her to raise
her abashed head.

Oh, my God, Stanley, how could you do a thing like that! she gasped
tremulously.

Her eyes started wildly into his and he saw that the maiden was
shivering. It was clear that an episode which would have passed as a
suggestive and welcome joke in the midst of the young colonists on the
beach, and which would have aroused uproarious laughter and perhaps would
have brought him a slap on the cheek and then a kiss from some young wife
thus affronted, had torn this virgins spirit tremendously. What? he
queried, with disingenuous innocence. Oh, you mean the laying of your
cheek where little girls mustnt touch! It was nothing to get so stirred
up about. Just a momentary hard pillow for my small sister. Dont you
recognize the fact, dear, that this puritan and chaste upbringing youve
had has just succeeded in making you squeamish about bodies, including your
own adorable body?

Still wide-eyed, Marion pondered this for a minute. Perhaps- she
faltered, you may be right, Stanley, to some extent. I see what you mean,
at least. Since were all human beings together, why make ogres out of each
other? Is it something like that? Yet certainly, for the sake of the race,
we must maintain certain reserves, and you wouldnt want girls of your own
household to be entirely blase and hardened, would you?

And Marion looked grieved. I dont think Ive been as squeamish about
bodies as you accuse me of being. Im not conscious of having harbored bad
thoughts about them or being unduly obsessed by them. Though, of course-

She flushed again at her effort at a frank self-disclosure. Of course,
she continued, Ive been affected by our petting. That couldnt be
avoided, could it? But I think I was clear minded, at first anyway, in
merely a keen admiration for your strong body.

With a soft laugh, he caught her up for a quick hug and a kiss.

You are the cutest thing, Maro! he said. But youll be the death of
me yet! Listen, Mildred thinks you should pick yourself a nice, wealthy,
attractive husband, and there will be plenty of aspirants. But consider
this thought in case any man should strike your fancy strongly enough so
that you accept his suit: Youll be condemning him to an unpleasant destiny
because Ill certainly kick him all about the place and out the front
door!

But good heavens! gasped Marion, wide of eye once more. I dont want
to get married! I havent the slightest notion of it!

Youd better not! he growled with a smile in his brown eyes. At least
not until the real prince comes along, one whom I can wholly approve and
think worthy of you.

She paid no attention in her ardent desire to disclaim utterly her
sisters benevolent plans. Id far rather be just a sister to you and
Mildred, she said. And maybe a friend to your very best friends.

A worse fate-for you and for us-could readily be imagined, he smiled.

Yet, suggested Marion, calming a little and continuing a gentle
massage of his belly as she lay in his arms, yet, after all, its sort of
tyrannical for you to assume to forbid me, in case I wished. Its as if you
were to announce possession of me, as if I were a conquered people or a
newly discovered land.

Looked at like that, he admitted, it sounds detestable of me.

Oh, not detestable! cried Marion softly.

With one bare arm she hugged his neck while her other hand trailed
downward along the isthmus of dark hair which led from the grove on his
chest. The hand nipped and pulled gently. It slipped beneath the fabric to
follow that fascinating band of hair down over the navel. Not detestable!
she disclaimed again. Do you know; Stanley, I wasnt the least bit peeved,
really. I rather liked you so bossy.

He held his breath, maintaining an utter silence lest he should disturb
her little reverie. For in that reverie the girl did not observe at all
that the primitive construction of his suit made the present location of
her caressing fingers on his abdomen rather perilous.

In her interest in that trail of soft hair, she pursued it well below
the indentation of his navel. And suddenly her fingers paused in brief 
bewilderment. Then she cried out chokingly in deepest shame. She snatched
away her hand. She buried her rosy face in his neck.

For the isthmus of hair had ended suddenly in a regular thicket. And,
pressed downward into that thicket by the confinement of the strained
fabric, lay a bald, smooth, warm, hard something which her fingertips had
momentarily touched-touched and then gropingly taken just the merest bit of
its substance into a clasp which delighted him beyond words.

Oh-o-o-o-o-h-oh, God-Stanley-! she gasped in a wee wail. I-I didnt
m-mean-I didnt realize-can you ever forgive me?

Precious numbskull, he soothed, the tan of his face suffused with red,
it was just a joke on you. I let it happen-with delight, I assure you. You
havent committed the crime of the ages. No longer ago than last week, when
we were having a beach picnic in the moonlight, a young schoolgirl of this
colony performed the same exploration on my body. And Mildred, sitting on
my other side, observed it and smiled at me. But this girl of whom I speak
did it deliberately, out of purely sensual curiosity, all the while
continuing to show me the naked bust which had escaped from her little suit
and which had produced that swelling in my bathing costume in the first
place. She was not sure of impunity at first-shes only seventeen-and her
movements were very furtive and slow. But she soon saw she could act as she
liked and she was too absorbed to notice Mildreds amused, sparkling eyes.
She did not just touch and run, as you did, Maro. No, she grasped and toyed
and fondled. But suddenly she withdrew her hand. She kissed me hotly and
furtively on the thigh and she rolled over and buried her face in her arms.
She was shaking like a leaf in the moonlight and Mildred vows she spent.
And that same lady swears too that it was undoubtedly the first time this
small but lascivious Betty had ever had the opportunity to touch such a
nude affair, which may be correct.

Spent-sp-spent? whispered Marion. Oh, yes-oh-d-dont t-tell me-I
think I understand. But how could you and Mildred let that go on! I should
have cried out if I had been there and I should have lunged at her!

It was by no means an unnatural thing for her to want to do, the
sensual, curious child, observed Stanley. And so, when she found by slow
experiment that it was permitted to her, she couldnt resist-any more than
I could. Yet I think this small Betty comes nearer to being in what we call
a state of innocence than any other member of this group of young people.

Well, I dont like it! announced Marion. You should all be
ashamed-you and Mildred and the girl-and Id have done something about it
if Id been there!

Whos being possessive now? he laughed far from ill pleased by the
manifest but unconscious jealously which moved his sister-in-law a
jealously of which he knew that even Mildred had not been entirely free at
the time of the episode he had narrated, but which that charming wife of
his had found provocative of sensuality rather than sadness.

But this reflection stirred him to emulate the frankness of this
beautiful maiden and to try to make clear to her the psychology of an 
earlier topic. You are speaking-and youve been pondering on the matter-of
the way in which we kiss and fondle and take even greater liberties without
regard for ties of marriage or kinship or anything else, he said. That is
pretty nearly universal nowadays wherever young people, married or
unwedded, get together with a party of friends or even with a few strangers
scattered among them. Im not claiming its pure joy for me to see
Mildreds lovely lips crushed against the mouth of another man in a kiss
from which each of them draws pleasure. But theres such a thing-its a bit
of rather abstruse psychology, Maro-as finding a queer enjoyment in what is
theoretically an outrage and a grievance.

Its certainly a brazen pilfering of my property by the man-a brazen
delivery of it by Mildred-with no account taken of me in the transaction
whatever. And the woman may as well find that-often without her being able
to explain or analyze it-she gets a thrill out of being robbed of her
exclusive rights to the mans caresses and affection.

There are plenty of cases in which this tendency to gain a perverse
delight out of being outraged may grow to an extent which a maiden like you
would find incredible. I have known-I know now-a very highly placed man who
was visited at his home by an old college mate in whose utter reticence he
thought he could confide, and he carried his naked and squealing young wife
to the bed of his guest and left her there. I know another who performed
the unspeakable act of drugging his own unmarried sister-with whom Ive
always thought him to be unconsciously in love-and allowing his closest
male friend to help him strip her to the skin. And they made of it a rite
lasting more than an hour, not counting the subsequent two or three hours
during which, at some risk of the girl recovering sufficiently to know what
was going on, the two rascals did everything except take her virginity.

This first man-hes a wealthy single man-whispered the tale to me
himself at a club. And I hardly knew whether to feel the more flattered
that he should so highly rate my trustworthiness or to feel insulted that
he should feel I would not violently resent what he had done.

Marion was squeezing her soft lips with the fingers of one hand as if to
choke back agitated words. What-oh, my God, how foul! What else did they
do to her? she whispered shakily.

Id better not tell you, he said. Youre pretty overwrought already,
sweet sister. But what I am driving at is that all the sensuality which
really sways the world in shot with perversity. And these chaps were not
roughnecks at all but very respectable and respected citizens impelled by
lust to sudden rampage.

Tell me, he heard in a faint whisper.

They removed their clothing, he went on, and they coiled her fingers
about their excited members. They lay beside her, pressing her between
them. They lay upon her. They rubbed their excited tools-

Stanley! expostulated the girl feebly.

-upon her naked body, he continued. Youve asked for this, Maro! They
raised her loins and dragged her to the edge of her bed. Then they parted 
her legs to permit themselves to rub their stiff organs right in the groove
of her sex. They laughed to see her face redden and her white body grow
tense as what they were doing affected her nerves and gave her lecherous
dreams even in her unbroken unconsciousness.

The brother heard his maddened friend gasp out a plea that the girl
should be violated and an offer of a fortune for the privilege. He laughed,
more than half-crazed himself, and he vowed that he himself would give much
more than that if he dared possess her.

No-no-no! gasped the trembling Marion, her voice rising into a little
shriek. No more-dont tell me more! Its like a glimpse into the inferno
of human-inhuman-foulness and brutality. Oh, Stanley, it hurts me
somehow-wholly aside from shocking me unspeakably. For something of horror
now seems to rest even upon the gentle, tender caresses which are so lovely
since they lead to passion and passion leads to such excesses.

Youre passionate, arent you, old sweetness? said Stanley happily. I
must confess that I didnt think you were until I saw your marvelous
response to my kisses.

Mildred says- whispered Marion shamefacedly.

She paused, hesitating, and then laid her lips to his ear. She says I
am very passionate by nature-like her-like our parents-like you. I dont
know how she knows or even whether shes right. I didnt know it myself. If
she is correct- she breathed.

Yes Mildred told me you would be a darling volcano if aroused, he said
indiscreetly. She explained that she was sure you were passionate by
nature.

How dare she tell you that and then go on to encourage us to be alone
together and to pet! cried Marion indignantly. Why, its just as if she
had said to you: Heres my hot-blooded young sister. Kiss and hug her and
shell get very excited and youll see how very naughty she can be, though
she poses as such a prim thing! I dont think it was nice of her at all,
really, I dont.

You know she just wanted to pry you out of your otherworldness, to
counteract your upbringing, to make you one of the young set to which you
were born, he said mildly careful not to caress her in this guarded mood.
And your fortunate brother-in-law is the chosen instrument of the
process.

Are you just an instrument, Stanley? she asked. Dont you really
mean any of the sweet things you have done to me?

You know whether I mean them, sweetness, little beauty with the
exquisite face and the dear dimples and the shining hair! he whispered.

He was half lying upon her now as they both turned suddenly dangerously
tender. And Marion, looking him full in the eyes, was trembling,
disconcerted, happy, unresisting.

He buried his face, his moving lips, in her lovely neck. He kissed her
upper arms, the shaven nooks beneath them. He let his lips return to her
for a torrid kiss.

And his mouth sank to a bare and comely shoulder, so very poorly
protected, like its mate, by the loose, scant garment she wore. You would
kiss and pet my body, would you, trying to outrage a poor, delicate
creature when all I had done was to kiss and caress your sweet face! He
raised his head to observe with her loving mockery. Well, there is such a
thing as revenge in this humdrum world, as dainty pirates like you may
discover!

Chapter 10

Stanley, oh, Stanley, Stanley! sighed the maiden.

Flat upon her back now, her bare thighs enduring between them the
agitating invasion of the male leg which he had cast over her nearer one,
her smooth and lovely shoulders warm from his exploring lips, Marion had
hardly stirred and had not protested at all as the delicious kisses covered
all the revealed skin of her upper chest as with an invisible garment.

But, since the wee slip of a suit was very deeply cut in a V-shaped
front, and since the mouth of her brother-in-law rested now directly
between the exquisite mounds which heaved on either side of his lips with
the girls agitated breathing, and since his lips contrived to push
somewhat farther to the side the silk which so loosely and thinly covered
her breasts and to rest caressingly against each inner slope for a moment,
the bedrugged and dormant guardians of her fundamental chastity awakened
alarmed as they had been when this same man had laid torrid, lascivious
lips just beneath the promontories of the dimpled buttocks.

Oh, Stanley! Marion stammered, striving vainly to press aside the
hands which bound her, shoulder and thigh, to keep her in position for this
browsing which was to him a treat beyond compare. Stanley, dear, please,
dont kiss me on my bust! And dont-oh, dont uncover me-and kiss me
anymore! she whispered.

And she ended with a little whimpering wail for suddenly feverish, firm
lips, which would not be frustrated by a loose, light fold of silk, had
pressed the fabric even farther to one side. Lips that trembled, lips that
shot heat through the weakly struggling Marion, fixed themselves in a long
kiss upon the rosy bud which formed a glorious adornment at the very summit
of the perfect, milky white breast.

Oh, my God, my God! burst from the quivering lips of the girl. Let me
loose-dont kiss me there. Cover my bosom, Stanley! Oh, Stanley, youre
driving me crazy! You dont w-want m-me, Stanley, you dont want me to
insist upon going back home-and never, never coming out alone with you
again, do you!

I do not, he replied. Nor, do I expect to allow such an infantile
action as that. Did anyone ever tell you, darling little Maro, that your
breasts are beyond compare in sheer beauty?

Stanley, youre hurting me, making me lose my faith in you, she cried
plaintively yet moved, despite all her shame in this first revelation of
her nude bosom to male eyes, by his earnest eulogy, as well as by the hot
kiss which he now proceeded to lay upon her other nipple after his pushing
lips had uncovered it.

Since he wished to utilize his hands otherwise than in holding her
feebly struggling form as they had been doing, he eased his great body
farther upon hers, pinning her down at hips and belly by a firm weight
which he strove to keep from being oppressive but which added much to
Marions agitation.

There-youre violating our compact! she panted. You have pushed my
suit almost down to my waist. And your lips, your lips! Do you want me to
go quite mad!

He raised a flushed brown head. Violating our compact? he queried
reproachfully. How can you accuse me of that, Maro? What am I doing?

Youre half-stripping me, she quavered. And seeing me and kissing me
in spots where not even my sisters husband has any right to. And youre
humiliating me and making me feel that you dont respect me in the least,
and treating me as if-!

Ah, kissing you, he sighed. And wasnt I to have that sweet
privilege, dear, by our agreement?

Well, but I thought it meant only my face, she quavered. And, anyhow,
the stripping-that is certainly not kissing-or spooning-or petting-as we
were to do within limits!

Would you wish me, then, to kiss your bathing suit? he smiled. Kisses
are for the skin, darling sister. Ask Mildred if youre in doubt of that.

She was silent for a moment, palpitating, bewildered by his argument.
With head still raised, he gloried in the rise and fall of the adorable,
firm, bare breasts in the sunlight with the accelerated breathing of the
maiden.

Then you think Ive committed myself to being kissed quite anywhere you
wish? she whispered faintly. But, my God, Stanley, at least, have mercy
and be contented with what you already have! For, if you were to kiss me
again on-where you did yesterday-Im certain I should have hysterics. Your
lips on my breasts drive me almost wild, and being half-naked with you this
way! I couldnt stand more-indeed I couldnt. So be a very sweet and dear
brother and be kind to a girl who is trying to keep her word to you.

Then you concede to me this darling bosom-this torso of radiant, rosy
white, this form which I have never seen equalled anywhere? he whispered
gloatingly.

Marion was silent, struggling in the throes of an internal conflict in
which those monitors of her chastity found their voices almost drowned out
by the thumping of the drums of her senses. For her brother-in-law had
added to the force of his irresistible arguments and his even more
irresistible personality by slipping his own almost nude torso upwards on
her own. And now, as he laid his lips gently on her mouth, her naked 
breasts were pressed deliciously by the shaggy and muscular chest of the
man.

She squirmed gently beneath him but did not refuse him her warm and
clinging lips. I-I suppose I must-since you already appear to have
me-uncovered there for your kisses, she whispered. And since I seem to
have made a very foolish and unforeseeing promise to you

My young blessed! he said fondly, making her gasp by the gentle
friction of his chest upon her sensitive bust. And let me reassure you a
little if I can by telling you that even this which we are doing is no more
than petting, as petting is understood by the young lights of the
up-and-coming generation. And Ill take the liberty of reminding you, too,
Miss Stone, now that you have recovered a trifle of self-control, that your
own sweet lips wandered-playfully, no doubt, at first, but later quite
warmly and excitedly-upon my own body in these same regions.

I-I know I did that murmured the flushed Marion. I hardly realized. I
know I was being held-but I did get so excited when I found how nice it was
to do and how it agitated you too. And-oh, I dont know just why-but I
seemed to go into a fever of indecent actions. Your great body, hard and
strong, but with skin so fine and soft. And it just seemed to me that I
must pet it a little and kiss your funny, cute little imitation nipples,
too

You did more than kiss them, my dear Miss Stone, he observed with mock
severity. And, if I am not mistaken, this very soft and delicate little
hand had an audacity which shocked me to the very core. Vengeance in kind
is my motto. And so-how would you like it if I-?

Instantly the beleaguered and apprehensive Marion was in a shivering,
writhing stew in which she tried, with futility, to slip from beneath the
weight of his body. Dont-oh I beg, I plead. It will be all over between
us, I warn you, Stanley! she wailed feverishly.

For her brother-in-law had laid his flattened hand upon her body just
beneath the denuded bosom and his extended finger tended downwards,
touching the tiny pit of the navel in the middle of the belly of satin then
still slipping farther as if determined to return the visit, the
unintentional, indiscreet visit, so hastily paid to his own secrecies by a
maidenly hand half an hour earlier. Under the fabric which still covered
the abdomen it advanced very slowly. Almost at the verge of a silken
thicket it paused. You threaten me, eh, lady, with the bane of your
eternal displeasure? he said thickly.

This beautiful and nearly nude girlish body drove him more nearly mad
than he could recall ever having been in these circumstances.

No! Marion almost shouted as his hand made another ominous move, this
time touching soft curls. No, no! cried the girl shakily. I dont
threaten-I beg-I plead with you not to shame me to death by what it would
almost kill me to endure!

He smiled down into her reddened face and into her almost terrified
eyes. Then he slowly withdrew his hand from within her very thin garment 
and she released haltingly the breath which she had caught and held in her
apprehension of that masculine touch upon her privacies.

Oh-thank you! she whispered tremulously. I knew you couldnt be so-so
cruel as that.

And, it was perhaps in the outburst of her gratitude over being spared
such an unendurably libidinous contact, that Marion now so sweetly
succumbed to whatever else he had in mind for her in the way of somewhat
less soul-shaking familiarities. With her glorious young breasts he did now
as he pleased. And life-for Marion-became a succession of thrills which
made her tremble and sigh and sometimes moan in the ardor which he awakened
in the recesses of her tingling body.

Her lips and her bosom shared now the contact of his sensual mouth, and
always she hugged and kissed him heatedly when his voracious lips drifted
upward from their fair pastures below to grip and to hold hers. Their
tongues writhed and licked in serpentine juncture and the shaking girl,
moaning with the innocent lechery which this mutual caress always awakened
in her, was too intent upon its joys to note clearly how one of his hands
feasted here and there upon her body while their tongues were playing and
their lips clinging and sucking.

Every bit of her exquisite form he visited thus. And though her scant
suit still clung in some places, he was unhampered by any fabric on her
lovely legs and bust and belly.

It was with a panting regret that she released his neck from her
clinging, warm arms when he manifested the desire to feast his maddening
lips again upon her body. Her breasts almost ached with the straining
delight of his kisses and lickings and of the soft suction which he applied
every little while to the rigid coral treasures of her nipples. She was
gurgling, panting, rolling at last from the immense passion and thwarted
desires which arose from the caverns where they had slept. Oho-o-o-o-o-h-God in heaven! she wailed softly a last. I think you are
killing me with pleasure, Stanley, darling! I cant stand it-I cant, I
cant. It makes me ache to be wicked, wicked-to pretend Im your wife, to
be your wife, your-your anything! You dont want me this way, Stanley, you
want me to be still your decent sister. This is-oh, unspeakably lovely-but
it makes me bad, bad, bad!

Chapter 11

The long silence which ensued upon Marions quavering protests was
broken only by the rasping sighs of the man and the softer and more
plaintive sighs of the maiden. She now felt that her short lifetime of
modesty and aloofness from carnal impulses had been transformed into
burning, unformulated desires which wracked her. She realized that little
by little her scant apparel was gradually slipping yet farther downward. 
Her arms had been entirely freed of the fabric now, the arm holes withdrawn
over her hands. Upon a cream belly masculine fingers took a delicate
pleasure.

For Stanley had so ensconced himself now between the extended and naked
legs that he lay directly upon her body, and Marion was victim of the
atavistic and age-old fires which burn within the human female when made to
serve as bed for the male.

For an instant he knelt on the sand between the widely parted legs of
the lass, and the instant sufficed for him to peel his bathing shirt over
his head.

Marion, without opening her eyes, gasped as he lay once more upon her.
For now she could feel clearly the mingling of their naked torsos, and the
magical effect of the contact of their skins, of their bared bellies, led
the girl, as well as the man, into ecstatic delight.

She shivered and clung to his neck as, relieving her of the weight she
already adored to feel upon her body, he swept her breasts, her velvet
belly, with his own nudity. With gently fumbling fingers he pressed still
farther downward the crumpled band of silk which still clad Marion and also
the short trunks which constituted all his own remaining attire. And it was
upon the full, wee mound of her sex, upon the uncovered grove of silken
ringlets which adorned that mound, that he pressed now not only the crisp
forest of his own secrecies but the naked and rampant rod which had already
fired the girl to frenzy and threatened the utter rout of her chastity.

Between her legs she felt the light swaying of a sack whose nature she
did not fully comprehend. And, even though a slip of silk still covered her
wee cleft, it seemed to her that she felt the heat of that naked sack
through the fabric.

Relying upon the trembling, weakened state of his young
sister-in-law-conscious that she now shared his own fires to the full even
in her ignorance and innocence-Stanley crouched over her somewhat higher
and offered himself the sensual joy rubbing his huge erection over the
tender, heaving young belly.

But with this maddening contact savored to the full, the appalled
instincts of all her native purity collected their forces for one effort
more in behalf of chastity. To Marion this would mean only one thing: she
was to be used-nay, she was being used-as a woman is used by a man.

Spare me, spare me! she half-sobbed, and, writhing beneath his
covering body, she managed the supreme effort necessary to turn herself
upon her face.

Why, you silly, sweet, darling little wretch! cried Stanley and he
fell upon the white satin of her bared back with gentler kisses as he
sensed more fully her dismay. Did you actually think I was going to be
false to my pledge when you have so loyally sustained yours? Youre
shivering, blessed baby: What did you think I was going to do to you?

I thought-oh, I thought you were going to-take me! quavered Marion,
her golden head buried in her arms. When you had us both all bare that 
way.

Never! he cried impulsively.

And then he modified his pledge: That is, never unless both you and
Mildred actually urge it and unless your sister agrees that it will do no
harm for you to have the pre-marital experience that so many of our
unwedded girls have had.

She gave a little choked cry. Then it will be never, she quavered.
But, Stanley, how can you keep referring to all this as merely kissing
when you know very well that you-that we-are acting most atrociously?

Kissing-and spooning-and a little petting- he maintained. Just a
sweet, feverish enjoyment for both of us and with no evil effect whatever.

He was gloating over the silken expanse of her small and perfect back
and shoulders. For the maiden was nude to the loins in the rear as she had
been in front.

He kissed the smooth skin in a dozen spots. His lips lay tenderly on the
dimples which were revealed just above the crumpled fabric of the bathing
suit. His palms smoothed the white, soft sides. And Marion, sighing and
vibrating anew, had no word of expostulation.

Suddenly he saw her tremble violently and heard her moan softly. And he
noted that his swaying member was touching ever and again her exquisite
flesh and that the effect of this recognizable contact was maddening to the
girl.

Raising the elastic cord of his trunks, he covered his virility. As I
told you, he whispered, kisses may be applied with more than the
lips-with tender fingers, with skin touching skin. And you must not be too
quick to blame yourself or both of us. For I tell you, precious sister,
that such joys as we are sharing are indulged in with no qualms whatever by
these cultured, highly bred young people of our set. Maidens and youths,
young wives and husbands, have lain naked in each others arms in this very
hollow in the moonlight and in many another spot on this beach. And they
permit themselves everything but that in the way of pleasures. And they
take no thought whatever of whether it is their own mate or fiance who is
with them, since a new body always has its added charm of mystery and
delight.

Stanley, dearest, its inconceivable, what you tell me! cried the
maiden. But surely they must be very common wretches-in spite of a veneer
of refinement!

Not at all, he declared. They are what we are accustomed to regard as
the flower of our civilization, for you know that none but a chosen few can
even get into this colony. But they simply decline to be bound any longer
by rigid conventions which have deprived us of many many, hours of happy
dalliance in the past.

Yet certainly, she argued, turning her lovely flushed face sideways to
allow him a quick kiss upon her lips as his snuggling mouth mutely quested
it, certainly they cannot always restrain themselves-can they-from-from
actual unfaithfulness to marriage vows or to betrothal pledges?

He smiled, just a shade grimly.

They cannot, he admitted. And this moon which is looking down on us
now has seen things which would make mere marital infidelity seem as
innocent as rosebuds by comparison. Infidelity is frequent, to be sure,
but, since in the very next hollow in the sand, hubby may be doing likewise
with wifeys intimate friend, wifey fears no wracking reproach for giving
herself entirely. But many of our friends (married or unmarried) pride
themselves upon the fidelity and determination with which they have avoided
normal penetrations of the body. Yet, in this avoidance, they succumb to
perversities for the sake of the spasm, perversities which make the moon
draw a cloud over its shining face and which would seem to you entirely
incredible if I essayed to describe them.

Marion shuddered but her imagination was unable to apprise her in the
least of his meanings. It did not, nevertheless, fail to inform her gentle
pressures had so lowered the suit beneath her loins in the rear that some
inches of the crevice between her buttocks must be very indecently
revealed, for his lips were straying between pauses in his words and she
could feel a moist and very perturbing tongue softly licking along that
shameful crack.

As she sent a small hand to repair the indelicate exposure in her rear,
the slender wrist was gently grasped and the fingers rendered impotent,
while, very slowly, the unveiling of the upper slopes of those snowy
buttocks continued.

I beg of you, Stanley, for the sake of heaven! she cried softly.
Cant you see that you are making me shudder with shame?

The shame, my darling, is an aphrodisiac-not that you are in need of
one he replied. Nevertheless, he refrained from further revelations of her
almost denuded person-and he pillowed his cheek luxuriously upon the nearly
naked backside.

Struggling for self-control, Marion ended by tacitly acquiescing in
being thus used as a pillow, while her soft thighs and her silken back were
gently caressed by his wandering fingers. But surely you and Mildred, at
least, she murmured as remembered his previous amazing disclosures, do
not yield to these shameful promiscuities.

Mildred is a young and adorable rogue, he said. She loves to pester
and excite these young chaps by showing this and that, usually as if by
chance, and then smiling cooly upon them when they manifest agitation. Her
marvelous breasts-worthy rivals even of yours, Maro-almost broke up a
social gathering the other day when she showed them playfully, offering me
non-existent sustenance from them.

My dear! gasped Marion. I should think you would have expired of
shame and indignation-and have beaten her or something.

That cave-mannish stuff is a bit outmoded, smiled her brother-in-law.
Though Mildred enjoys a simulacrum of it at times. And she is nothing
loath to whack me sometimes in a little game she has invented in which I
play the role of her child instead of her husband, until a certain moment 
in the proceedings. There are girls here, though, who like nothing so much
as to be shamefully and painfully flogged under condition of the utmost
possible indecency-and by persons with no right whatever over them.

Good heavens, I certainly cant comprehend that! cried the maiden.
Did you speak to Mildred about what we were talking of yesterday-letting
that Gerry Crandall into her boudoir, I mean and letting him raise her bare
foot to kiss it, exposing her terribly while doing so?

I did, replied Stanley placidly. And we both laughed heartily about
the way in which his eyes had bulged and his face reddened and-well-another
symptom of his state which was quite manifest.

Chapter 12

Silence fell once again, but a silence speedily punctuated by husky
girlish protests. Stanley, Stanley, you seem to have sworn to make me
faint with sheer shame! What a place to kiss-right-right between there!
Yes, I know I said you could kiss me, but I never thought you would be so
low and vulgar as-

He murmured indistinct words which Marion barely caught. Yes-I do love
your kisses-there, Ive admitted it! she panted. But-to open me this
way-in such a spot-and to lay your lips there-and-and use your tongue too!
It makes me wild-I could faint with shame!

Again-with his voice muffled by the abundant flesh which masked it as he
perversely explored with face and lips and tongue the rosy valley between
the lovely buttocks which his fingers parted, Stanley murmured something.

Well, yes, she assented again. Perhaps its more than just shame that
moves me. I know-I c-can-h-hardly-t-talk! Oh, God, Stanley, let me up! If
you dont s-stop this m-minute, Ill g-get up and r-run away! Stanley,
Stanley, Oh, God, youve pulled off my suit entirely! Im naked, naked!

With a gasping wail, Marions voice trailed off into a series of panting
sighs. But her backward-thrust hands battled to pry from her rear mounds
the male face and the tongue which was just now engaged in an activity upon
a rosy and crinkled nook between them.

I vow, Maro, he said thickly, as he raised his head a mere inch, if
you keep on struggling I shall promptly roll you over and you know what I
shall see then!

No, no-for the sake of heaven-no! stammered the beleaguered girl.
But, Stanley, I think youve gone crazy to kiss and lick me in such a
place!

Theres no restriction on my kisses, remember that, sweetness, came
his muffled reply. And, since the little lady needs an initiation into
what kisses can really do to one, she shall have a very complete one.

With one final penetrating lick at the enticing and tiny aperture he
raised his head. Dont you venture to move or to squeal as I continue my 
lesson, he said huskily. There may a dozen pairs of spooners all about
us, although not near enough to spy upon us. But remember that I shall roll
you right over if you scream!

He bent forward over the quivering body of the sighing, thrilled Marion,
who was shivering, he knew, from what had already happened. He slowly
parted the lovely thighs which she had clapped together as soon as the
opportunity was afforded her.

His breath was hot upon the flesh of the snowy legs which the moonlight
gilded faintly. On the tender skin of the maidens back his swollen tool
rested and moved as he leaned. She shuddered at the contact. All her
exquisite body was trembling.

He kissed the soft thighs. His glowing face glided between them. It
pressed upward and inward.

Feeling the heated breath of the man upon the most secret of her charms,
and realizing that it was exposed to his eyes and his fingers, too, if he
chose, the girl clamped her thighs upon his.

Even yet-even after undergoing that delicious if odious caress in the
rear-she had no real conception of what awaited her from this lecherous,
beloved brother-in-law of hers.

She caught her breath suddenly and then exhaled it in a tremulous sigh
which was a groan of infinite delight and infinite shame. For his lips were
feverish in a torrid and prolonged kiss directly upon the delicate rose of
the tightly pressed lips, which his eyes had rapturously scanned before he
had lowered his mouth.

Kiss after kiss he gave her thus and the girl writhed upon her naked
belly amid the sand. And not even the fact that her involuntary movements
made that monster which she had touched but never seen press silkenly upon
her back and loins could make her refrain from continuing them.

He withdrew his mouth a little but kept his head poised near the already
gently pouting little crevice while his hands prevented the convulsive
motion with which the nervous thighs would have drawn together. He
inspected anew the delicious nook. His breath was hot upon it.

His face slowly pressed lower. His tongue protruded. And Marion, shaking
as if in an ague, groaned dully as she felt that moist, ineffable touch
upon her sex.

From the instant that the licking tongue was drawn along the wee furrow,
Marions power even to desire immunity evaporated into nothing. She panted,
moaned, gasped, and trembled violently in the tornado of bliss which swept
her whole being. She tried to raise her plump bottom to give him even
greater access. In this he allowed her to succeed. Now his eyes, gleaming
with his own intimate pleasure, could detect, while his tongue feasted, the
silken shrubbery of the genital mound beneath the somewhat raised body.

Soft tendrils tickled his forehead, his lips, his nose. From the girls
lovely body arose the faint and delicate aroma of a healthy and excited
young sex.

For minutes-minutes of maddening and increasing and tantalizing rapture 
for Marion and of sheer delight in his ministry on the part of the man-he
continued his licking of the pouting groove, a licking which became more
and more fervent and bliss-dispensing.

And now the panting maiden was frankly rubbing her raised loins against
his turgid member, even seeking it out, if its pressure was lightened, in
order that she might roll it against her flesh.

Marion cried out in ecstasy and was stricken immobile for an instant as
she felt the borders of her silt parted very gently and the tip of his
tongue intrude between them. Almost sharply she repeated the little cry as
she sensed the dwelling of the tongues tip after a moments exploration
upon a point which throbbingly, ecstatically made it welcome.

And suddenly she was in violent motion beneath him, not trying in the
least to escape this delicious fate, but too wild with frantic bliss to
remain still. He compressed her into immobility but the jangling, crying
nerves continued to writhe in all her person.

It seemed to Marion that she had never before conceived of a heaven such
as this into which she was so amazingly introduced. All her body swam in
sheer ecstasy. Suddenly she cried out sharply, trembling from head to toes,
her buttocks heaving spasmodically, each heave accompanied by a groan that
was almost a shriek when she deluged the working tongue of the man.

Chapter 13

And was that a kiss too, Stanley? queried a weak and shaky little
voice two or three minutes later, minutes in which Marion remained mute and
prostrate, slowly recovering from the shock of a rapture greater than any
which her mind could have conceived.

It was a kiss-with variations, Maro, he said with grave elation. It
was the kiss, in fact-

The girl drew a long, tremulous breath. Her naked and shapely body
wriggled in the soft sand which still gave back to the heat of her frame
the accumulated and stored warmth of the days sun. Then kisses must
include pretty nearly everything a man and a woman can do together, she
concluded. For I had the feeling that I was absolutely giving myself to
you-and was carried right into heaven! How wicked Ive been, for a girl has
no right to be happy like that with a man unless shes married to him, has
she? Am I what they called ruined, disgraced?

She turned her head to where he sat on the sand by her side. Her great
eyes were shining yet still suffused with languor. And she speedily averted
them again, with color returning to her passion-paled face, as she saw his
great, well built body as naked as the dawn in the moonlight. You are
still the immaculate virgin, Maro, he assured her.

He took her nearer hand as she continued to sprawl upon her face.

Surely you have not been reared in such ignorance that you do not know 
how a girl ceases to be a virgin and becomes a wife, or a lover? he said
gently.

No-I-my last governess explained certain things, she murmured,
flushing more deeply. I realize that you havent really-taken me. Yet,
what you did to me-oh, Stanley-must be far more wonderful than such a
horrid action as she outlined to me. And I dont see why husband and wife
should bother about such a low way of mating as that when such a perfectly
marvelous delight as you have shown me can be had instead. Especially, she
added naively and nervously, especially when that other thing hurts a girl
awfully, doesnt it?

He drew her soft hand to his person. He placed it upon his abdomen,
where it remained unsuspiciously, exhibiting grateful affection as well as
admiration for this fine male body by sundry smoothings and pattings of the
fine skin and the hard flesh.

He knew that not even in her brief glance at him an instant earlier had
she caught sight of the instruments upon which her satin back had so
lasciviously rubbed when she was in the throes of passion. And truly its
formidable stature and proportions were calculated to strike terror to the
heart of any maiden, especially if she sought to compare its bulk with so
delicate and small an orifice as that which had just undergone his
inflaming caresses.

Patting the back of the soft hand which was now engaged in tenderly
smoothing his belly and vainly trying to nip the hard flesh of its muscular
substance, he slowly forced it downward toward his crotch. Hardly aware of
the movement towards his secrecies, Marion suddenly found her fingers upon
crisp, thick hair.

She gasped and made a feeble effort to withdraw her imprisoned hand.

No, dear, he murmured. You mustnt be unduly startled or nervous. You
are twenty-and how few girls of your age remain in your ignorance of what
the consummation of their future marriage really means. And in such
ignorance, too, regarding the instrument of that consummation! Have no
fear, sweetness, nothing is going to happen to you. Inform yourself-I wish
it and so would Mildred-concerning a reality which will be much in your
life after I have given my shy sister-in-law away at the altar to some
wealthy beggar who is totally unworthy of her.

The girls blood was drumming in her temples. Ever since she had first
seen this pillar distending his scant garment-ever since she had felt it
bearing upon her in their first embraces, ever since she had so unwarily
touched for an instant its smooth tip beneath his trunks, and especially
ever since she had borne its rampant nakedness upon her back and had been
moved to caress it hotly with her skin, a longing akin to an obsession had
smoldered within her being, a longing to touch this majestic affair again
and more prolongedly, a longing to acquaint herself with it.

She smothered a shamed, excited feeling as she surrendered her other arm
and hand to such intimate exploration as he seemed to wish to enforce upon
her fingers. The fingers which he laid upon the base of the thicket from 
which sprouted the oak of his virility were warm and trembling in his
clasp. He coiled them about the root of the shaft, which they could not
encompass wholly. Her immense agitation-the rush of color to the one soft,
oval cheek which he could see-delighted him.

No, no-no, Stanley-dont make me-please-I cant stand it! she panted
softly.

Nonsense, lassie, you have a right to know how a man is constructed,
he whispered. Its nothing to get so upset about.

Patting her white behind with one hand, he took the tips of her fingers
with his other hand. He caused her thus to investigate his dangling
testicles, all the hairy realm of his sex. And then he led her hand again
to the scepter which so dismayed and enticed her.

With unruffled, irregular breathing, with face still gagged and masked
by her arm, Marion now become excitedly enterprising on her own behalf.
With soft fingertips she took cognizance of this marvelous plant upwards
from its roots.

Oh-o-o-o-oh-its impossible-one couldnt stand it! she said in a
smothered whisper as she touched the swollen sex timidly just beneath its
great knob. And its even bigger up here! Did you really do that to
Mildred? I should think it would have killed her! Did she have to go to bed
for weeks and weeks, and have doctors after the first time?

She went to bed pretty frequently-not always in the night time
either-but not because of damage done by this prick or because of any
aversion to its function. he said with a smile. Pr-rick? stammered
Marion wonderingly.

And then her visible cheek turned scarlet. What a horrid, horrid word.
I remember now-I heard a wretched girl say it and then, when she saw I
didnt understand, she insisted on explaining it to me. But a nicer name
is-well-manhood-isnt it?

As you like, he conceded with a chuckle. But youll be calling such
an article ducky darling and mothers pet and even far less decorous
words after you are wedded.

I certainly will not! she maintained stoutly, and he took note that
one eye was now half-visible through long lashes that fluttered, as the
fair head turned ever so slightly and almost involuntarily toward him.
Because, she went on dreamily as she fingered with a sort of tender
consternation the smooth knob, thereby causing him sensations which she was
unaware of but which gave him much ado in the matter of restraining an
outburst of lechery which would have dismayed her, because Im never going
to marry-so there! If you think Im going to submit myself to such torment
as an object like this could inflict, you are very much mistaken, Stanley
Cochrane! And I certainly cannot understand how Mildred-why, she must be
abnormal-or else I am-in construction, I mean.

He laughed and called her baby, which, with the caresses of her body
with both his hands now, she accepted without resentment, too absorbed as
she was in her digital exploits to find more than increased pleasure in his
endearments and his touches on her naked person.

Mildred is built about like you, and I speak with some authority since
Ive seen you both quite intimately, he went on. I tell you, Maro, that
if you two lay side by side, with everything veiled except your rosy-lipped
little cunts, it would be pretty hard to decide which was which, in spite
of the warm hospitality which your lovely sister has so often afforded me.

Oh-oh! protested Marion in a strangled voice. How can you use such
vulgar words, Stanley, and how can you remind me of the disgraceful way in
which you have viewed my body!

But her eyes were bright as it flashed upon her suddenly what she held
in her lithe, caressing fingers. The lashes drooped once more as she noted
that he was observing her act, and the flush deepened on her cheek and brow
and temple.

If you are still incredulous, he murmured, I have no doubt that
Mildred would willingly let you see how commodiously and rapturously she
houses this standard.

Oh, how perfectly unspeakable! said the startled Marion. Why, I
should never dare to look and Im sure that she would be revolted to the
soul to permit it!

She had raised her lovely, flaming face as she spoke and, when she would
have sunk it again into her arm, he caught her tenderly beneath the chin.
For five minutes, Maro, he murmured, you have been wanting and trying to
look boldly upon my body. Lets have no more of that bashful fear of making
your quite natural interest manifest.

I-I didnt want to be-any more brazen than I was already being- she
faltered.

Her lids drooped over startled eyes which had just caught full sight of
the great column of flesh to which her fingers still clung. The white lids
arose partway and the girl peered through her lashes. And suddenly the gray
eyes were wide and entranced upon the masculinity of the man.

Oh-oh, my heavens! cried Marion wildly. How huge, how white and rosy!
Are they all this way, Stanley? If so, you can be quite certain I shall
never marry! Not even my fingers made me realize how tremendous it is!

Writhing in eager convolutions she revealed her round breasts-once
again, the nipples rosey because of being ground into the soft sand. The
maiden strove to get her other hand upon the fascinating monster. Yet she
wailed in a new shame as he facilitated her purpose by overturning her.

Stanley, Stanley, Im quite naked! Oh, dont look at me. Let me lie on
my face again! she gasped.

You lie quite still-until your old brother can see fully what an
adorable sister his Mildred has brought to him, he commanded. If it comes
to that, there is such a thing as reciprocity and Im peeled down to my
real self too. Lie quite flat, little darling-stop shivering-and let me see
this beard of dark gold, blessed little grove of silk. Part your legs,
sweetness-yes, I know Ive seen already but not exactly like this, not all
your glorious nakedness at once.

In an infinity of shame and in a gentle fever of growing pleasure too,
Marion made him the complete sacrifice of her modesty which he demanded.
Hands cast to either side and fingers curled into wee fists, she submitted
to his ecstatic examination.

Not even when, breathing excitedly, he allowed his hands as well as his
eyes every liberty of access and petted and kissed her from head to little
bare toes did she stage any revolt now. She screwed her eyes tightly shut
at first and her exquisite bust rose and fell with her agitated breathing.
But, as he pursued his luxurious examination and made nudity the pasture of
his warm lips and his ardent fingers, her eyes opened. With a shy delight
she observed the admiration and pleasure to which her nakedness had given
birth. With a wilder delight she watched fascinatedly the increased
turbulence of his swaying member, its almost purple and shining knob, its
almost palpitation, as he knelt to lean above her.

And now a small hand stole forth to resume a lascivious and, this time,
uninvited possession of the strutting and superb virility. Kneeling upward,
he allowed her to clutch with both hands once more his sexual regions. He
noted the fitful breathing of the shaken girl, her gasping sighs and the
light convulsions which ever and again shook her white body. He felt his
own passions again reach the danger point. Quickly he rose to his feet and
caught her up likewise.

Well, sweet little Eve he said, smiling at her and supporting her
beneath the arms as she swayed.

Oh, its paradise-its Eden! she whispered huskily as she clung to
him. But, Adam, its forbidden fruit. I cannot deceive myself on that
point no matter what sweet, consoling things you say. Imagine being naked,
stark naked, with a naked man and doing all these wicked, marvelous things!
And you the husband of my own sister which makes it all the worse really
because it seems like a disloyalty on the part of both of us.

Youre better informed, better prepared to cope with life and sex and
what they bring than you were two hours ago, arent you, dear? he asked
gently as he saw that those gray legions of conscience and purity were
again active within her. And, as for disloyalty, I assure you that if your
sweet sister were to come upon us now she would smile delightedly and
probably insist upon giving you at once the spectacle of those further
pleasures which you know only by vague report.

Chapter 14

If Marion-who knew that her sister enjoyed seeing her hug and kiss most
informally with Stanley and sit in his lap and spoon
quasi-fraternally-needed evidence of the extent to which Mildred was
willing to go in establishing the intimacy of all the household and in
making the newcomer feel at home, she had such evidence afforded almost 
cruelly on the morning following the episodes just narrated.

After donning their bathing suits and beach robes, Marion had returned
to the bungalow with her brother-in-law. Hand in hand and almost in silence
they walked. And, as they entered Mildred looked up with a rosy smile from
her magazine. Two old spoonies! she commented affectionately as she
kissed each of them. Did they have a nice naughty time, then, and are they
all hot and bothered?

Marion, confused and blushing, shrank a little under her sisters
meaningful smiles and tender kiss. Her lips worked nervously as she
returned the caress and Stanley, observing her closely while he smiled
significantly at his wife, had the notion that the maiden was struggling
between nervous tears and an impulse to blurt out to Mildred the burden of
her conscience, which grew the greater in face of the tender greeting.

Mildred noted her state too and she was not without observing that there
was still a considerable protrusion in the fore parts of her spouses scant
garb. She smiled at Stanley rosily and shook a finger at him silently. Then
she hurried to stay the outbursts which she sensed as bubbling to the
lovely lips of Marion.

Kiss big brother goodnight and thank him for a sweet petting, she
directed. Tell him how happy it made you, and Ill tell him-and show
him-later how happy it makes me to have my two dearest ones very, very fond
of each other. Good Lord, Marion, is that the best you can do by way of a
goodnight embrace with our Stanley? Here, let me show you how its done,
and watch closely for your fiance-to-be will expect to be treated like
this.

Maro was pretty nice about it out there on the dunes, said Stanley
mischievously. She brought what seemed like a genuine enthusiasm to bear.

Her beautiful face suffused, Marion gave him a glance midway between
reproach and consternation. We-we did-the most naughty things, Mildred,
she began.

Naughty-but very nice, I have no doubt, said her sister hurriedly,
much preferring to get the details from the lips of Stanley later on and
foreseeing, too, a scene of tears and despair if the over-conscientious
Marion were permitted to get underway. Now-this is the way to hug your
big, new brother, to make him enjoy it as he should, she added.

In the strong arms of her husband, she clung to him with a very genuine
heat. Their arms about each other in an embrace which grew more and more
convulsive, they kissed fervently and warmly. Their bodies ground together.
With the motions which an expert hostess in a dancing-den employs to
work up the passions and the sex of her partner, Mildred ground her belly
against Stanleys and then parted her kimono-covered thighs to the
intrusion of his knee.

Sinking into a chair weakly, Marion watched the pair. She was turning
rosy again as she noted each episode in the example set by her sister.
Since Stanley had dropped his beach robe, and since Mildred was so scantily
clad, too, that bare calves and even white thighs gleaned from the silken 
folds of the rich kimono of brown as she swayed amorously with the man, the
scene could hardly rate as seemly even when construed as the connubial
caress of a fond pair.

Mildreds face-since she just reached to her husbands broad shoulders
when facing him thus-was upturned to such a yoking of their lips as
affected not only the participants but the spectator with little thrills.
And, as their lips slowly parted for an inch or two, Mildred allowed her
pink tongue to become visible.

Delicately, warmly, lasciviously, she licked the mouth of the man. Her
darting tongue worked. its way between the lips, which he mischievously
kept lightly compressed, and then the twining, licking tongues appeared to
Marions view.

Ah, old pet, said Stanley, that is a wake-up potion rather than a
go-to-sleep caress. But Im grieved to have to tell you that you are not
taking possession of a virgin mouth and tongue. For this precious Marion
turns out to be not only a bird at this tongue kiss but so unscrupulous
that she has already deflowered my innocent self in this respect.

I did not! wailed his sister-in-law ashamedly. At least-I only did
what I was told to do.

Why, you wicked young devil! said the delighted Mildred. Show me this
minute how you have perverted this poor chaste man. Or, rather, come here
and help me subdue him. We will kiss him together and well kiss him so
that he will stay kissed.

She had to tug the backward-hanging Marion to the spot where stood the
smiling Stanley. And she had to coo encouragement to the younger girl and
set her the warmest of examples for a moment.

And then the man knew the rather extraordinary experience of yielding
his lips and mouth and tongue to four soft and lovely lips, to two rosy
mouths and to two pink and gliding tongues, while four naked and comely
arms embraced his neck.

On tiptoe, both girls clung to him swayingly, softly rubbing their
bodies against his on either side. With bent head and protruding tongue,
Stanley enjoyed the play of two warm tongues upon his own. His
reciprocated, his tongue darting from one mouth to the other.

At times all three tongues were in conjunction, the two girls crowding
their flushed little faces against his and letting their tongues play
impartially upon whatever they could reach.

Three disorderly and panting breathings were all that was audible in the
broad hall which served as living room. But suddenly Mildred caught sight
of an object which inspired her to one of her sensually jocose banterings.

Shame on you, Stanley Cochrane! she said. Just a wee bit of a
community kiss and you are right up in the air! Have the goodness to remain
halfway decent with us two innocents, will you?

And with her person-but in a way which called the attention of the
blushing Marion to the strutting object which seemed trying to tear its way
out of the narrow confines of the mans bathing trunks-Mildred gave a 
certain concealment to the inordinate erection, which her husband could not
in any wise control under the circumstances.

She rolled upon it lusciously as a preliminary to making a more regal
use of it upstairs later on. And the shrinking Marion, who had turned as if
to flee yet could not restrain from looking over her bare shoulder, saw her
sister advance a naked leg from her fluttering kimono, revealing in the
process that simply a brief chemise clad her under the negligee and rub
that libidinous prominence with her snowy thigh.

And now Marion did indeed flee as she saw Mildreds hand shamelessly
seek out the thinly covered sex of her spouse. Certainly the younger girl
had been betrayed-by her senses as well as by wily masculine
persuasions-into stupefying concessions for a virgin so recently pure of
mind. Her fondness for Stanley was very great, even though she persuaded
herself that it was that of a sister for her brother rather than that of a
warmblooded girl for her initiator into intense carnal delights. And she
was conscious of a little tug at her heart strings and her nerves as she
saw Mildred act thus with the man in her presence.

She fled in shame as well as with a queer, somber regret. And she heard
the low, silvery laugh of her sister follow her, a laugh which was not
mocking at all, but rather excitedly sensual and pleased.

It was perhaps in consequence of this home-coming scene, as well as of
confidences from Stanley in their own chamber, that the fair mistress of
the house was moved to a mischievously lecherous action on the following
morning which drove Marion almost wild.

Oversleeping a little, because her tense nerves had not let her fall
into slumber at once, the younger sister was awakened by low voices and by
laughter. Rubbing her half-opened eyes, she saw Stanley propelled into her
chamber by the shove of a feminine arm and hand. He was in his pajamas and
was grinning a trifle ruefully.

Get the lazy thing up, Stanley, commanded Mildred, appearing now
herself in the doorway, in nightgown and negligee. She knows weve
dispensed with servants up here, and who is going to toast the bread while
I broil the chops? Shed let us starve, the young hussy! Get her out of
that in a hurry!

Heavens, I dare not! remarked the man smilingly. Virgins are very
dangerous to the hunter when found in bed like this. And this one looks so
startled and so frightened and rosy.

Pay no attention. Its only her wily way of begging off and getting a
chance to go to sleep again, observed his wife. Snatch her out. Ive got
her bath turned on and well have her ready for the bright day in no time
at all. Oh, how the little rascal struggles and kicks! She almost got away
from you that time. See her squirm! Marion, my love, you are showing your
pretty person in a most suggestive manner. Come in, boys, I want you to see
how our lovely Marion gets up.

The squealing, writhing Marion was struck dumb and cold with horror as
her mischievous sister pretended to call thus over her shoulder to 
imaginary males in the hallway. For she knew enough of the extraordinary
informality prevailing in this colony of unhampered young aristocrats, and
enough, too, of her sisters caprices, to think it quite possible that a
man or two had dropped in for breakfast and that masculine heads might
appear at any instant over the bare, white shoulders of Mildred.

Dont you dare, Mildred, Stanley! she cried wildly. Go away,
everybody-everybody-or Ill never speak to any of you again!

She tugged forcibly downward the thin nightgown which had flown up as
she had wrestled with Stanley and which had become so disordered that not
only small bare feet and round calves, but lovely thighs had made their
appearance. But the smiles of her aggressors slowly established in her mind
the fact that the suggested presence of visitors was just a hoax.

Oh! she gasped. How mean, Mildred! Call off this brute and Ill
promise to get up as soon as you are gone. What a perfectly horrid joke to
play!

I think this bold and disrespectful child needs a lesson in courtesy
towards her parents, said Mildred severely. Just stick her legs over that
windowsill, Stanley, with her nighty well up and her feet outside, where
the Crandalls and the Hamiltons can see clearly from their bungalows and
Ill dress her down a little with this carpet-beater for a minute.

Oh, heavens! shrieked Marion, convinced that even this degradation
might happen to her in this stupefying place. If you do that Ill die!
Dont-for Gods sake, dont! Ill get up-really I will. But make Stanley
let go of me, Mildred, and both of you go away.

Indeed, miss, and since when have the heads of the household-gray and
doddering old heads-been receiving instruction from a petulant junior?
inquired Mildred with mock gravity. Slip off her nighty, Stan, and bring
her into her bathroom. And if we have any more struggles, Miss Beauty, I
swear well hang you out of that window without a stitch on and give the
neighbors a real treat!

Poor Marion gasped-and crumpled into submission. Her grinning
brother-in-law peeled the frail nightgown over her head and carted his
lovely, naked burden into the bathroom with his wife preceding them.

Together they soused and bathed her, and they knew how to render the
process so confusingly pleasant to her quivering nerves and flesh that at
last the maiden struggled not at all. Even her stifled little moans of
shame over this extraordinary ministry died away into sighs, but her long
lashes dropped over suffused eyes and her sweet face was one glow of rose.

When it came to the drying process, the indulgent Mildred left the most
intimate regions to the care of her well-pleased spouse. And the panting
Marion, held by her sister in order to prevent her drooping body from
tumbling to the bathmat on which she stood, knew once again delicious
sensations from insidious male fingers which manipulated the warm towels.

To the shamed Marion the presence of her sister added a new touch of
tremendous embarrassment in this ordeal, and so she failed perhaps to
observe what Stanley clearly and surprisedly noted: the intense and growing
interest of his wife in his intimate touches of her sisters person and in
the latters shaking reactions to those touches.

Mildred perched Marion on the edge of the tub in a sitting posture.
Open you legs, darling, she breathed. Farther than that. How did you
think Big Brother can get at you when you keep clamping them together? And
little girls must be dried nicely in there. Cute little pussy, quite a lot
darker than mine, isnt it, Stanley, darling? How sweet-tiny pink slit!
Little shivering pet! Listen, Stan, get away for a moment. I dont think
youre drying her nicely at all. The towel is no good for the little nooks.
This is the way-like this, see!

Good heavens, Mildred-no-no, oh, no! wailed the shamed Marion thickly.

She was trembling from head to toe and the amazed Stanley, startled by
his wifes flushed agitation and by the total disappearance of her mirthful
mood, held the maiden in position while Mildred dried her sisters
privacies with bare and very solicitous fingers instead of with a towel.

It was a new light for the man upon the touches of soft perversity which
may swarm up from the depths of any warmly sensual nature such as was that
of his lovely young wife. For the instant, as he could not fail to
recognize, the interest of Mildred in her sisters perfect little body was
far more than sisterly. And the shuddering Marion, her eyes screwed tightly
shut, succumbed to his powerful restraining arms and to the most delicate
of indelicate touches between her nude thighs.

Toying libidinously, although still pretexting the necessity of fully
drying these secret realms, with the rosy borders of the already pouting
sex of her sister, Mildred glanced up at Stanley with glazed and languorous
eyes, which seemed to call his attention to the beauty of the full exposed
region. Her lips curled in a sensual smile as she let a daring finger bore
between the tender portals.

No-n-no-my God, Mildred-how can you-oh-o-o-oh-how shameless! stammered
Marion, almost in convulsions as she felt her sisters brazen finger touch
her stiff clitoris.

Hold her tightly, Stanley, murmured the older girl. How you do shake,
Marion, darling! A person would think you had never been properly dried
before. Quite still, precious, and let big sister attend to your toilet.
Heavens, how passionate you are, little one, and how ashamed to let brother
and sister notice it!

But a warning touch of her husbands hand upon her bare arm caused her
to note the stiffening of Marions body and the strangled sighs, which
revealed that the girl was upon the verge of finding this tickling and
tapping of her clitoris too much for endurance.

Ah well, dear, sighed Mildred arising, now I guess you can attend to
yourself, Marion. But just slip on your nighty and kimono like me-and hurry
down to help up get breakfast.

It was some little time after they had gathered in the breakfast porch
before the still-flushed Marion could meet the eyes of either Mildred or
Stanley. She was almost prostrate with shame over what had occurred-and 
that her own sister should have ventured to touch her thus appeared to her
candid nature a most frightful thing.

Her two hosts exchanged glances of silent and smiling complicity over
her bowed head, for Stanley, far from being distressed or repelled by this
new light on the nature and depths of the sensuality of his cherished
spouse, found himself pleasantly thrilled by the spectacle she had offered
him at her sisters expense.

And Marion, silent at first, was soon made more comfortable by the
jollity which always reigned at their table. She joined shyly in the
conversation presently and she did not resent it when the chatter began to
harbor the suggestive bits with which Mildred, more even than Stanley, was
prone to enliven it.

The younger girl was able even to smile amid her blushes when Stanley
referred to that drying episode. I never have such care as that from
her-at least, not in my bath, he said lugubriously. I feel slighted and
wish you would show a little more solicitude in looking after your
neglected husband, Mildred.

Horrid thing! smiled his wife. If you were as cute and darling down
there as Marion is you might expect to have some attention paid you. But
you are not cute. No, I should say on reflection that cute is not the
right word at all to apply to you in that spot! Nevertheless, I know you
had your bath for I saw you in it but if you fear that you were not
thoroughly dried-well, it is not too late.

And Marion turned aside with a deeper flush as she saw her sister bend
to intrude an audacious hand within Stanleys pajama trousers. There,
observed Mildred, I knew you were well dried-but, oh, how big and arrogant
you get the minute anybody lays a finger on you!

With this exclamation to his concealed member she withdrew her hand. She
smiled at her sister and she shook a reproving finger at her spouse. Try
to be decent when you are breakfasting with ladies, wont you? she
adjured.

But the contagion was in the air. And even Marion found herself
succumbing to it. Rather to the surprise of the two other, she did not seek
to evade the arm with which he caught her to his chair as the girls arose
to attend to the clearing-away duties which were one of the prices they
paid for preferring that servants should not encumber this summer colony.

In his other arm was Mildred playfully and tenderly slapping his face in
response to the soft violence with which she had been captured.

About the thinly veiled thighs of each girl a hand was cast, and,
looking upward at their charm and beauty of form and feature, Stanley felt
like the most fortunate of pashas. Marion is rather the plumper, he said.
I think her legs, her thighs are fuller than yours.

Now dont you go to thinking you picked the wrong sister to marry,
pouted his wife. She may be just the least trifle more filled out, and
shes got a flock of dimples here and there that I lack, but Ill wager
that my legs are every bit as large. And she breathed mischievously: See 
if Im not right-

Already the slender bare ankles of each had drawn his eyes and the
warmth and fragrance and softness of the bodies which his arms pressed, had
thrilled him. Marion started and exclaimed as his hands dropped to those
nude ankles on his either side. Dont be fussy over a little measurement,
Marion, breathed Mildred.

The younger girl yielded again. She clung quiveringly to the back of his
chair as a hand slipped beneath her nightgown. Not even all that she had
already undergone by way of making her a modern girl had sufficed to
inure her to this liberty.

And so Stanley had the joy of feeling two pairs of lovely naked legs at
once. Since Marion was swept by the current of her sisters example as well
as by her own shamed enjoyment, he met with no obstacles whatever.

Beneath the nightdresses his hands roamed with entire impunity. The
excuse of a measurement forgotten, he let his fingers slip from the
smooth, warm legs upward, and still upward.

To both lovely bottoms his hands wandered presently, and his fingers
feasted lingeringly. Over his bowed head the two girls stared into each
others eyes.

He-he does-oh-the most awful things so adorably-doesnt he, darling?
quavered Mildred, as Stanley let his fingers slip from the smooth, warm
legs upward to their groves tentatively.

Yes-oh-o-o-o-o-h, Mildred-y-yes! agreed Marion tremulously.

Even to the soft breasts, those brazen, licentious hands went in
appraisal of the shapely bodies. And when the hands descended once more,
when they pried gently between two pairs of thighs, which slowly opened to
admit them, the young wife was almost as much stirred and agitated as the
maiden who faced her.

Chapter 15

The buxom, vivacious brunette, Mrs. Edith Hamilton, was a neighbor of
the Cochranes in this summer colony to the north of the Windy City. She had
been a year earlier Edith Allison, one of the most delightful of Chicagos
debutantes of the season and certainly the wealthiest in her own right. For
she and her brother, Herbert three years her senior, had already come into
the vast estate of their late parents.

Edith herself had speedily succumbed to the sincere and powerful and
quite disinterested addresses of Henry Hamilton-disinterested because
Hamilton himself was a young man of more than considerable means.
Rollicking and carefree, this youthful married pair were among the most
ardent of the unconventional gambollers of the Michigan Dunes, as the
colony had been dubbed by its builders and residents.

Herbert Allison owned a choice bungalow adjacent to that of his sister 
and her spouse. He had never thus far occupied it in the two years of
community life here. But Edith was now gleefully announcing his approaching
arrival from African and Asiatic wilds where he had been recently engaged
in hunting, and of a genuine variety instead of prepared trips with scores
of beaters and all the paraphernalia which young men of wealth are prone to
surround themselves with on such expeditions.

Herbert arrived, and he proved to be-or seemed to be-almost as much out
of the picture as had the shy Marion upon her arrival. He was very quiet,
reticent about his adventures, visibly glad to find this one spot in
America where not even his wealth would cast about him such a glamor as to
make him something of a besieged public character and the target of
aspiring matrons with marriageable daughters of greater or lesser charm.

Herbert Allison was dark of hair and eyes, like his sister, but a lithe
and sinewy figure, instead of the somewhat buxom Edith. He was bronzed,
taciturn, yet at the same time very pleasant in demeanor.

Altogether a perfect dear. What a rave for the girls, if only he
werent so very retiring and bashful, was the tenor of feminine comments
to Edith concerning him. Twenty-four now, did you say, and not hooked yet?
Surprising that he has been allowed to escape unfettered. Yet I suppose his
long trips have given the maidens little chance at him. Yet, some way,
dear, he impresses one as so shy that he might well be regarded as
indifferent to girls.

In response to such comments upon her beloved brother, Edith Hamilton
raised charming eyebrows with a wee smile which concealed silent dissent to
some of the conclusions drawn concerning the tanned and sinewy youth who
was her brother.

But not even the reputation of serene quiet and reserve with which
Herbert was stamped by those given to first impressions could invalidate
the fact that he proved speedily to be no wet blanket on the very informal
minglings and frolics to which the colony was prone. If by no means
boisterous in his ways, if inclined to be rather the smiling observer than
the participant in fun which often arose to extreme pitches, he was quickly
acquitted of disapproval of frivolity or of any desire to stem the tide of
pleasure by frowns or withdrawal.

Strangely, or naturally-whichever it may seem-he and the beautiful
Californian, Marion Stone, appeared drawn together. If the shyness of the
boy was just a pleasant veneer over a nature which could, as some few in
this world could have testified, become the reverse of retiring on
occasions, the delicate sensibilities of the girl were, as we know, inbred.
But by this time the maneuvers of Mildred and Stanley had accomplished the
purpose of launching Marion. Even if the lovely Miss Stone could not
bring herself to do in Michigan Dunes as the Michigan Dunians did in all
respects, still she was one of them-and a very popular one.

It is probable that the very fact that she still manifested, despite the
efforts of Mildred and Stanley to toughen her to the life of this lively
set, a certain bashful reserve and modesty, played its part in making even 
the wildest of the colony member fond of her. She still represented, in
their gatherings, the old-fashioned, demure point of view to an extent, and
her blushes and widened eyes when she saw one or more of the young women
calmly strip down their tenuous bathing suits to the navel, or lower in
mixed company, for the purpose of allowing the suns rays to drench their
pretty bodies, brought about a certain tenderly amused affection for her
among even the most cynical of these young persons of wealth and standing.
There was a certain piquancy in finding in their midst a youthful beauty
who was capable of being shocked.

From the very outset of Herbert Allisons entrance into the colony, it
became evident to the most astute of observers that the reserved and quiet
globe-trotter felt drawn to this maiden. Compared with most of her new
friends, she was somewhat green and gauche in the frivolous frolics and
often cynical chatter which these more sophisticated young people freely
allowed themselves. Her little alarms, her quick flushes, her sudden
silences while she strove for composure, her palpable efforts to be nothing
of the wet blanket or the living reproof amid words and acts which often
caused her great consternation, these things, coupled with her loveliness
and grace, frequently drew the dark, pleasant gaze of the only person who
was even quieter than she in all that little community.

He had a way of smiling at Marion without even looking at her, a faculty
which his keen-eyed sister had no difficulty in noting, knowing him as she
did. For, intercepting one of those rare and hardly noticeable smiles,
headed apparently towards the horizon, on her brothers otherwise
imperturbable features, Edith found speedily that, even though Marion was
looking anywhere save at Herbert, a faint flush and a response to that
smile would involuntarily appear upon the face of the girl, as if, without
looking at each other, they were conscious of a certain mystic and
unacknowledged sympathy interchanged.

With a visible effort, Marion would compose her features then into as
near a blank as she could contrive-still without a glance at the boy.
Presently she would look about her a trifle sheepishly, as if fearing that
the sudden queer thought of this bronzed Herbert which had obsessed her,
and her involuntary response to it, might have attracted attention. And,
after a bit, there would be casual but wondering glances of inspection
between the two young strangers, as if to note whether what the one had
felt had had any repercussion with the other.

Had not Edith Hamilton known otherwise, she would have more than
suspected that these two, who had barely met, were in reality far from
strangers, that already secret meetings and a secret understanding existed
between them. No, if there had been a coup de foudre between this pair it
had been launched from the clear sky.

Edith was pleased, touched, just a trifle sorrowful also. She had long
ago accustomed herself to consider her only brother as immune to romance,
even though by no means immune to the sudden flaring of animality in his
usually controlled nature. She knew him like a book, and loved him very 
deeply. She was already immensely fond of Marion, too, but it was hard to
visualize Herbert with a wife. And such a thought as matrimony in this
instance would never have occurred to her had it not been for the strange,
almost unconscious, complicity which seemed to exist between them.

Chapter 16

A man who has been accustomed for months on end to sleep through those
wonderful African nights in the wilds may find it hard to cast off the
habit of awakening, even from profound slumber, at the slightest sound,
which might, in those velvet nights, have been the sniff or rustle or light
footfall betokening danger abroad in the veldt. The return to civilization
extinguishes such alertness only through the lapse of time. In Herbert
Allison, now back with those of his blood and his kind for about a week,
the alarm clock of sensitive and trained nerves had not yet run wholly
down, even in the course of steamship and train travel.

In bed at eleven this particular night, he had sunk into restful sleep
with his customary readiness, and had been roused, too, with his customary
readiness, an hour or two later. Faculties on the qui vive at once, he was
quickly aware that his faithful senses had played him false by arousing him
quite unnecessarily. Here he was far from any danger, in a luxurious bed in
the summer home of his young and pretty married sister, his own bungalow
being not quite ready for his occupancy.

Yet there was something in the air even amid this peaceful silence,
something to which his highly keyed nerves responded sensitively, something
which stirred and moved and vaguely distressed him.

Ah, a prolonged, vibrating, soft moan arose plaintively. Such a sound
had aroused him, doubtless. Sighs and rustlings followed. He suddenly
understood.

Why, damn it all, his sister was in there, just beyond that door. His
sister, Edith, and, by God, she was playing the part of a woman to man!
This kid of-well, she must be twenty-one. But it was heart-rending, at
that, to think of her lying in there, perhaps as bare as a young gazelle,
and having that done to her, even by good old Harry Hamilton, his friend at
college, who, after all, had a hell of a nerve to come and make his
dark-eyed sister of the head of the Allisons a naked animal mewling and
mewing with lust in the dark!

So that was it, that was what had aroused him-and was now arousing his
sex into sharp erection! Well, he had no particular shame over that. It
wasnt the first time that Edith, bless her heart, had been the cause of
his flesh tugging at its leashes.

She had been a sensual and very pretty child. Restricted in her
intercourse with boys while in her teens, she had had, he believed, a sort
of crush upon her only brother, an innocently perverse inclination, her 
young and ardent flesh speaking. And only the admired, reserved older
brother was fond of her, but rating her as just an infant at thirteen,
fourteen, fifteen.

There had been that affair of the stepladder in Ediths own chamber, the
picture which must be hung just as she wished it and which she couldnt
entrust to either maid or manservant for the purpose.

It had not been impossible for him to appraise the facts later on, even
though his head was too much awhirl at the time for clear reasoning. Edith
had been moved by a sort of pride in her new maturity of flesh, a piqued
desire to let him know that she was no longer just the kid he
persisted-playfully if tenderly-in treating her. And she had been moved, in
by an instinct far older than even the venerated Allison blood.

She had heard him whistling in his own suite-that was it-and had known
that he would presently appear in tennis flannels to rumple her hair and
paddle her and laugh at her squealing efforts to resent the indignity and
to kiss her before going out to the court.

But the picture held high in her hands as she perched on the step ladder
had somehow slipped just as he appeared. Edith had squealed in apparent
earnestness this time, and he had darted to grasp the frame on the verge of
falling. And it was then, as he was putting the picture securely in her
extended hands, when she resented his suggestion that he had better hang it
himself if she didnt want it broken. He held the ladder firmly and gazed
upward with a touch of real anxiety, because certain revelations burst upon
him.

There was the revelation, first, that not even Nannie Leiter or Doris
Palmer or even Perdita Armour had quite such slender ankles and beautifully
rounded calves which shimmered whitely now through the meshes of very
fragile, tightly drawn stockings of dark silk as had this kid sister of
fifteen. There was the revelation, as his fraternal yet pleased eyes
wandered upward to the short skirt swinging about the round knees, that not
even governess nor mother had been able to prevent Edith from adopting
already the new frivolity regarding underwear, calling for little or
nothing beneath outer garments, which he knew to have become widespread.

Why-good heavens-the kid was about the same as bare! Hed lecture
her-no, he wouldnt-she was fifteen after all, and how very lovely were
those white naked thighs which sloped beautifully upward into
semi-obscurity from the tops of the stockings, rolled just above the knees!

His fingers tightened upon the stepladder. His comments upon her toil
fell away into silence. He cast a glance at the upraised face. He saw the
round cheeks flushed unduly, perhaps because of her exertions.

Youre certain you have the ladder firmly held, Herbie? came the
flustered query in a rather breathless voice. Because I find Ive got to
stand on the very top to hang this where I want it.

His answer was a muttered monosyllable. It was half a gasp, indeed. And
he swallowed nervously again and again. For the two splendid, plump thighs
were no longer pressed together. A small and very neat foot had been raised
to the upper level of the ladder while its mate remained below. And the
eighteen-year-old boy was shivering with a sort of shamed and furtive but
very ardent delight.

Oh, God, what a beautiful thing was the bare bottom of a young girl!
Laces hung about Edith, the laces of an unbuttoned something which he had
heard referred to otherwise as a combination. But the laces served now
only as a delicate frame for a clearly seen pair of mounds of snow and
delicate rose, with the most enticing and mysterious and fascinating of
intervals between them!

Chapter 17

The plump and pleasing girlish backside was the first that Herbert-a
reserved youth even then-had ever seen quite nude. It had remained for a
mere kid, for the young sister who was the only one to know that he had a
playful, roguish side, to enchant the stony, motionless flesh, in which a
fast-beating heart and vivid, intent eyes were the only sign of life. But
that heart and those eyes did not remain the sole fleshly signs of vitality
amid his enchantment, for the sex of the eighteen-year-old sprang now into
excited tension.

It cannot be doubted that the plump and pretty brunette had continued to
pose thus above the eyes of Herbert for purposes related to the
transformations that had recently occurred in that adolescent body. If she
had managed the willful indecency of leaving her combination unbuttoned
between her legs, drooping in all-revealing festoons, it was because she
desired-desired licentiously, proudly, naively, almost innocently in a
way-to acquaint him silently with evidence that she was no longer a child,
to be held in playful, loving lightness and to be laughed at like a child.
No, she was a woman now, or becoming one, as much a woman as he was a
man-maybe more so. And of the very decorative and now quite thick and dark
and gratifying little beard which her lower belly harbored Edith wished him
to take entire visual cognizance.

Maybe that would show him that she was not to be asked curiously why he
failed to see her dolls about her, perhaps that would reveal that the
jocular indignities to which he subjected her in other respects were
entirely out of place now. If she looked interestedly from their runabout
at some good-looking boy or gazed soulfully at the picture of a handsome
actor in a magazine, she wished to hear no more of his ringing laughter.
She had a right to show interest in men without being made the object of
unseemly mirth, hadnt she, since she was a young woman?

It was in some such way that Edith had appraised the impulses which led
her to a very indecent and a very lovely display of herself. For, although
trembling and reddened as she prepared and launched her unseemly little
plot-a plot which seemed to her absolute proof against any accusation of 
evil intent, since she would be unaware of her exposure. And although
shaking with strange sensations now as she parted her naked thighs
deliberately above his upturned eyes, still she did not comprehend the
extent to which she was moved in all this by the exhibitionistic impulse
which is not uncommon even among maidens of her tender years.

Herbert gasped audibly as he caught sight of the even more secret
beauties which the parting of the nude thighs surrendered to his
inspection. Inwardly he blessed the thinness of the muslin gown for the
welcome light which it admitted. It showed him clearly now not only a dark
and triangular patch of curls upon the base of a belly of alabaster but the
even more exquisite view of a delicate line of tender rose just below the
dainty growth.

Hearing him gasp, Edith flushed the deeper and trembled the more
violently. She tried to ask him, in a surprised tone, what was the matter
with him but she could only gurgle and choke. She knew now that he could
see not only her new fledged beard but also the more shameful but older
possession of her frame. She did not mind that in her present mood. Let him
see her all, then, see just how his sister was built!

The girl thrilled to her exposure and to his agitation now with a thrill
greater than any expected or yet felt from her transgression. It was a
thrill which localized itself so clearly that she knew the rosy cleft of
her secret person loved to be seen by him thus, since it throbbed with
pleasure. Nervously, she contrived to part her legs even more-and, with an
upward reach which enabled her to slip the wire of the picture over its
waiting hook, she so posed that Herbert could see both fore and aft at
once. With the brief and opened undergarment fluttering out from her
person, the boy saw her naked body to the small of the back in the rear and
to the navels indentation in front.

And it was now that Edith had her first lesson in the underlying
capacity of her brother to pass from calm to tempest most startlingly, the
first of the lessons which later made her bite her pretty lips in a silent,
amused denial when her dear brothers shyness so great that it renders him
indifferent to girls was mentioned to her by feminine colonists at
Michigan Dunes.

For she heard the boys teeth grind hard, she heard his breath come
hoarsely, as she just managed to hang the picture, but very much awry. Yet
it was well that she had transferred its weight from her extended arms just
when she did, for the flimsy ladder was shaking under the male hands
wavering clasp upon it. Already unsteady on her daringly exposed legs,
Edith gave a startled cry, then a shriek, and came toppling, sliding down
into the upthrust arms of Herbert.

Later-a good while later-she accused him of having deliberately shaken
her off her perch. He denied this with some heat, acquitting himself,
genuinely enough, of any such deliberate intent. Perhaps he did not realize
to what extent the sudden flames which took his senses as he studied the
girlish nudities just above his head had induced an involuntary neglect of 
his role of ladder-steadier. In any event, his hands were quickly
extended toward the round, silk-clad knees of Edith as she fell, and his
wiry arms prevented the fall from being serious.

Her plump legs slipped through his fingers, and the bewildered Edith,
catching him about the neck in her instinct to grasp at safety, found that
it was naked rump and bare thighs that her brothers hands sustained now.
Not hurt, are you, Edith? he whispered hoarsely.

He had her in his arms now, clear of the ladder which had toppled with
her, but still his hands held her convulsively by the nakedness which her
short skirt shrouded almost entirely now.

No, no-no, Herbie-oh-let me down-cant you see how you are holding me!
Its-terrible! wailed the still-startled miss.

I think youre bruised here and there. I think I feel bruises-where you
were scraped by the ladder, he said thickly.

And his one arm, the left one, supported all her weight now. His right
hand strayed, strayed to the bare and plump and velvet buttocks. It roamed
to the girls belly beneath the combination. It drifted to the beard which
she had so proudly and with such childish lechery shown him. Its fingers
sought an even more intimate sanctuary now, and upon the hand lying between
her naked legs Edith squeezed those legs in panting shame, and in a vast
and mounting agitation too.

Herbert, Herbert-Herbie! she stammered. Dont touch me like that!

Bruises-and maybe splinters he went on mutteringly. I must find out.
Perhaps we should have the doctor in to see you

Herbie, Herbie-why are you laying me on the carpet? Oh-please-dont
uncover m-me!

Edith was pleading tremulously in a dying voice and with dazed eyes. She
wrestled a little in a nervous panic for an instant. She lay panting, with
hands upon her eyes, then gave herself up to the investigations which he
wished, for her resistance had merely resulted in making his fingers sink
into her soft flesh.

In a silence which the rasping breathing of both youngsters alone
disturbed, Herbert stripped his sisters two garments upward, peeling her
from the knees of both gown and unbuttoned combination.

Edith wailed softly as she found herself naked from navel to stockings.
Through her fingers she peered at the brick-red, excited face and the
glistening dark eyes of her brother. She managed to see her own nakedness
in the effort to view it with his eyes; The distinct thrill which shot
through her nerves as she saw him scanning her glossy, dusky little genital
beard and felt his fingers touch it tremulously was pleasant one to the
agitated maiden despite her re-awakened shame.

His breath, as he knelt to lean above her and bent his dark head, was
hot upon her belly. I have to see, Edith-I just have to see! he was
muttering. Dont squeeze your legs together that way. There may be bruises
on the insides. You must let me see! Oh God, how perfectly darling. I can
see a little of the rosy part-spread your thighs! And he kissed her 
ardently, eagerly, on the navel pit and on the hirsute, plump mound of her
sex.

Overawed by his fierce and uncontrolled excitement-licentiously moved,
too, in all her girlhood-Edith gave him his way-all of his way. She allowed
her white thighs to be pried apart. She lay, quiet but trembling, under
eyes that flamed upon her sexual sanctity and fingers that caressed it.

Every few instants her quavering murmur arose as she tried to pretend an
altogether nonexistent reason for her exposure and her yielding. There are
no bruises, are there, Herbie? she would gasp.

I cant be certain yet. Wait, let me make sure, the boy would answer
with equal disingenuousness.

He rolled her over, the memory of that full-flushed bottom prevailing
for the moment even over his delight in the mystic cleft of her girlhood.
With a little moan of shame, Edith flaccidly allowed him to manipulate her
at his will. He stripped her to the armpits in the rear. His hands and his
dark eyes were hot upon the mounds which had so fascinated him earlier.

And then, all pretence of anything save boyish passion for these young
charms fleeing, Herbert sank tremulous lips to kiss ardently the round,
full, silken buttocks and the plump, naked thighs. And Edith, clawing the
thick carpet in her sensual excitement, forbade him nothing.

The spell which held them was shattered by the distant sound of a
closing door. Instantly the two youngsters were upon their feet, fearing
the entrance of the maid, whose duty it was at this hour to clean these
rooms. As the intruder delayed, the girl and the boy faced each other, she
with eyes downcast and shapely body quivering, he with face as red as hers,
but with eyes that seemed to presage another plunge toward her now covered
person.

Go away, Herbie! Edith panted, as he drew stealthily nearer again.
Somebody is coming-and besides you shouldnt have done that. You shamed me
terribly with your kisses and all! Go away!

Not until you forgive me, for I couldnt help it-you were so very
lovely! he breathed, with arm about her. And you must tell me that I may
see you-see your body again when there is a chance.

Never, never! cried his sister. There-Ill kiss you and forgive. But
oh, you scared me, you were so wild and savage, I hardly knew you!

Oh! Herbert groaned. Your little beard is so cute and lovely-and that
tiny gash-and your big white bottom! Listen, Edith, Ill go, but just lift
up your clothes for the tiniest second and let me see once more.

I will not-indeed I will not! she whimpered nervously. It was very
bad what you did, and Annabelle may come in any second.

That this anguished prophecy was on the verge of fulfillment became
clear as the maids voice, humming a fragment of a song, was heard in the
corridor. And the boy reluctantly departed from his sisters private
quarters.

Into the very genuine and deep fraternal affection of the boy and girl
there had entered now the carnal and sensual tinge which, despite their 
failure to recognize the fact, was to affect their relations from then on.
In truth, this development served only to flavor deliciously the brotherly
and sisterly love which had always been deep. Even a hug and a kiss meant
something more to them now, and the new hesitancy with which Edith
consented to be drawn to her brothers lap at times-whereas she had been in
the jovial habit of casting herself quite unconcernedly upon his knees to
pester him-this, too, was a symptom of the unmentioned but unforgotten tie
of their dual misdeed:

To Ediths relief-a delicately sweet young maid at bottom-Herbert became
again the quietly mischievous brother with whom she could frolic
delightfully. Twice more, nevertheless, the sensual savage within him
showed its face for a spell, turning him into the red-faced aggressor who
made her shudder with shame and delight and left with her new memories to
haunt her dreams.

On one of these occasions, one morning, she ran to him in the breakfast
room for their morning kiss. Since they were more prone to snuggle now than
before the episode in Ediths chamber, he held her with head bent backward,
after their lips had met, and he teasingly laid his mouth on the snowy
softness of her neck beneath her round chin with a view to making the
ticklish girl wriggle and protest.

Edith did not fail to struggle and to laugh nervously, especially as her
brothers tongue saluted her little adams apple and was drawn along her
sensitive skin. The effect of her writhings was to open her shirt-waist
upon her full-fleshed, snowy chest and to enable Herbert to discern dimly
something which had been hidden from him when he had her upon the floor of
her room: the upper slopes of a maidenly bosom.

Wriggling and laughing hysterically, the girl caught sight of his
suddenly inflamed face and his intense glowing gaze. Again that hidden
savage in her brother was upon her. She caught her breath. She resisted for
an instant as stealthy fingers stole to unclasp a button and to delve
within her white waist, upon her smooth, warm chest. And then, as he
touched her breasts, the maiden collapsed in a soft mutter against his
body.

What-oh-what-are you d-doing, Herbie? was her low expostulation. You
mustnt-you mustnt-dear Herbie!

But, within the loose little chemise, each of her firm, round breasts
knew the warm clasp of his hand in turn-and the rosy dots which crowned
each mound stood stiffly against his palm. Stop, stop-o-o-o-h-stop,
Herbie! sighed Edith, frightened by the tumult in her blood as well as by
the red mask of boyish lechery which her brothers face had become. That
is wicked, you know-and you werent ever going to be wicked with me again.
And Father and Mother will be down to breakfast any minute!

I will carry you away! he threatened with that gulping, husky whisper
which she had once before heard from his lips. I will carry you off-and
strip you-unless you show me these lovely things right away. Father and
Mother can wonder all they like why we arent at breakfast!

Heavens, Herbie! she moaned. I think I hear Jenkins coming with the
coffee. No-he just went into the pantry. Dont you frighten me when you are
like this! If I do what you wish, will you be good?

The reddened face above her assented with a nod. Well, but its
horrible, you know-and you should be ashamed! she whispered flutteringly.

Hurriedly she opened two more buttons of her shirtwaist. She pushed the
tenuous chemise downward and, with what was tantamount to a lascivious
innocence, she placed beneath his sparkling eyes the nakedness of her
exquisite, plump bosom.

The boy gasped with rapture. Quickly he fingered and then kissed the
lovely mounds. And Ediths eyes, proud at bottom of her recently developed
breasts, were dewy and languishing as he caressed her.

This time, too, they leaped apart as a sudden sound reached their
drumming ears. It was a footstep on the stairway leading from the floor
above. And when their father entered smiling, with morning paper in his
hand, they were decorously seated if still rosy of cheeks.

With a certain grim determination, Herbert seemed to take himself in
hand after these two incidents. Now nearly twenty, he knew well what these
carnal curiosities about his pretty sister tendered, and he himself
somewhat feared the animal which he had found to dwell within him. He could
not fail to know that Edith was pleased and excited as well as frightened
when, in his sudden delirium, he treated her thus indecently. Yet he owed
her, he felt, protection both against himself and her own passionate
appreciation of his caresses upon her nudity.

Yet a third occasion of the same nature was to bring the brother and
sister very close to an irretrievable transgression. Orphaned when Herbert
was nineteen and Edith sixteen-and he entering college soon thereafter,
while his sister went into an exclusive girls school in Chicago-their
chances to be isolated together were, perhaps fortunately, rare for a time.

They were respectively twenty and seventeen when they took a vacation
trip westward to visit an uncle and aunt in Colorado. On the train Edith
had a slight attack of travel sickness the first evening out, and, from his
own adjoining compartment, Herbert ministered to her. Despite his sympathy,
he relished sensuously her bed-ridden state, her pallor, the weakness and
languor which, since she would not have the porter or maid near her bed,
gave him the feeling that here his dark-eyed and pretty sister was more
nearly his than ever.

Grateful for his solicitude and care and weakened by her passing
illness, Edith seemed devoid of the nervous fears of the reappearance of
that inner man dwelling in her brothers lithe body which had startled her
twice before into a sort of panic, even while making her senses glow
responsively. Leaning upon her pillows, gazing upon him with wide, dark
eyes from a face unwontedly pallid, she was indeed the interesting invalid.

Color grew delicately amid her pallor when he suggested just a bit of an
alcohol rub for her shoulders and back as a stimulant to banish her
weakness. She consented, nevertheless. She leaned forward upon her pillows 
with a gentle smile, and, clutching her loose-necked nightgown about her
bosom, she allowed him to lower it to the waist at the rear.

A back of white satin, with just the least added charm of a healthy rosy
glow of the lovely skin, made Herbert catch his breath and grate his white
teeth involuntarily. Hearing the sound, Edith looked up in faint alarm. But
his face was placid if touched with added color. He smiled down at her and
she smiled, somewhat confusedly, back.

Dont think you havent got a competent nurse, young invalid, he said.
For youve got quite the best there is anywhere, lucky girl! Admiring the
curving waist so thoroughly displayed to his eyes and relishing all this
exquisite flesh, he rubbed her shoulders and back with the fluid. Refreshed
already, she said as much, looking up at him in gratitude yet quivering
somewhat to the friction of his palm and fingers upon her half-denuded
person.

Her resistance was only faint when his hand descended to her loins when
he drew the nightgowns fabric away from her rear with his left hand to let
his right hand play beneficently farther down. He could now see even the
upper portion of the well-remembered and lusciously admired buttocks and
the enticing vale between them.

Presently his rubbing hand was upon those mounds. His sister giggled
nervously, ashamed to show any consternation or agitation in the face of
his matter-of-fact manner and his friendly smiles when she glanced up at
him. It-its good we are brother and sister, she said faintly. And, even
so, what would people think?

The last thing in the world for us to worry about! he assured her
heartily.

And his self-control reassured Edith, convinced her that those childish
things of which she still thought frequently and ashamedly were far away
and gone forever.

Hence his surprise attack in front not only caught her unawares but met
with a feeble and gently flushed resistance. Chest and stomach, or
abdomen-I could hardly say belly to an adult girl of seventeen, I
suppose-must have their touch of this alcohol, he observed. Dont get
nervous, little filly. Let the old doc get at you.

But Herbert, Im so-so very bare! she murmured. It makes me nervous.
Can you get at me down in front without my actually lowering my nighty any
more?

Surest thing, you know, old primrose, he assented.

Upon the smooth chest he worked, and then, his wrist between the warm
breasts of his now palpitating sister, he rubbed the silken belly. And each
withdrawal of his hand for the purpose of anointing it with the alcohol,
and each gentle descent between the heaving naked mounds, made the lovely
brunette quiver softly.

Without impatience-and denying even to himself that he felt another
madness approaching from the dungeons of his nature-he allowed Edith to
hold the folds of her silk nightgown well about her bosom.

But suddenly the girl trembled. She sighed, and her light pallor was
suffused by a rosy glow. Oh-o-o-o-oh-Herbert-careful-p-please! came her
strangled whisper to his ears.

Smiling determinedly, but with his nostrils quivering, he whispered in
return: Wrong number? Excuse it, please. But the darling little pussy is
entitled to its share of soothing.

Dont say such things! she pleaded faintly.

He withdrew his fingers from the silken fur, where they had been
delicately rubbing a plump mound. His hand rose and was withdrawn.

Edith breathed a sigh of relief that the torment was over. Her nerves
were singing, and a torpor that was vaguely delicious had invaded her body.

He moistened his palm from the bottle of alcohol. Just a touch on the
lovely titties, he murmured with a smile which passed very well for gay
nonchalance.

Oh-what words you find for-for me-for my body! she expostulated
faintly.

But since there seemed to be so complete a self-control on the part of
her once-dangerous brother, she tremblingly allowed him to raise the fabric
from her full and very lovely bosom. He gazed in delight, setting his teeth
in a still successful attempt to maintain outward composure. I think you
are more wonderful than ever, sweet young sister, he said. And who has a
better right to know that than I?

He rubbed her breasts gently. The swoon-like fever of mingled pleasure
and shame, in which Edith lay drooping and with closed eyes, was shot now
with delicious thrills. She sighed softly, amorously. She thanked fortune
that, with years, the animal which had lurked in her brother seemed tamed
to a sort of gentleness, that she could trust him now to treat her thus
without dreading madness on his part.

He put away the bottle, and fanned the flushed girl as she lay there,
still breathing hard. He even jested softly about the vanishing of her
pallor. She recovered slowly under his persiflage. She became able to
banter back at him, to deny smilingily that she had been as much moved by
a mere rubbing-down as he pretended to think.

A greater daring and a greater familiarity grew between them. Edith did
not resent even his presumption in assuming-quite correctly, as it turned
out-to know what maidens of her age harbored, with immense secrecy, in the
way of private thoughts.

If it makes you nervous to have your own brother rub you down, just
wait until some strange man strips you to your lovely skin and does far
worse things to you than that after youre married, he smiled.

Oh, the nasty things you say, you pest! observed his sister, flushing
and twisting uneasily in her bed. You would do well to go into your own
room now that youve got me quite myself again. Besides-

She looked about dreamily, as if in fear of interlopers who might listen
to conferences. Besides, I shant marry. Ive resolved upon that, she
murmured. It must be such an altogether upsetting state-at first anyway.

Ha-also ha-ha! he grinned. When Ive already seen how you and old
Hank Hamilton have fallen for each other, you can tell that to Sweeney! He
has three of your photographs on his desk in our suite in college

Well, he is rather a dear. But what I said still goes. she remarked.

Chapter 18

So revived and refreshed was Edith now that she felt the hunger which
had deserted her thus far on the trip. Her brother rang for the porter and
ordered luncheon up from the buffet since the dining car was long ago
closed and dropped from the train.

Up you get, Snookums, he said. You shall eat at this small table.

Even though she flushed, Edith did not feel it so very distressing now
to slip from bed in her long but gauzy nighty under the eyes of her
apparently calm and collected companion. She slipped her slender,
aristocratic feet into furred slippers and cast a negligee about her
hurriedly as she saw in the long mirror how her body gleamed through the
thin nightgown.

It was after she had partaken with gusto of a surprisingly tasty
luncheon gotten together by the porter that she and Herbert became
high-spiritedly playful in a way reminiscent of their earlier childish
frolics. They played a little game called Sight Unseen, in which one of
them pressed the backward-extended fingers of the other against some
object-coins, an umbrella, a kerchief, varied articles-which must be
appraised and identified by the mere fingertips.

Mischievously, Edith doffed a slipper. She laid a soft and rosy heel
against his fingertips, which, by the rules of the game, must not be moved
to aid in identification. And when he guessed that it was her chin he felt
she gurgled with triumphant laughter.

They kissed every little while in glee, a long-omitted childish habit of
theirs. The warmth and fragrance and dusky charm of the girl began to have
a rare but well-remembered effect upon Herberts senses. She had slipped
off the silken negligee at his suggestion-for it was rather oppressively
warm in the compartment despite the open window, and her pinky-white
nakedness was ill concealed-not at all concealed, in fact, when she chanced
to be between him and the light-reflecting mirror.

She was sitting now in a little chair, eyes front and both slim hands
extended behind her, awaiting her next test of astuteness in divination. If
she could have seen his face and the glow in his dark eyes as he bent above
her now from the rear, Edith might well have started up in dismay instead
of laughing merrily as she defied him to fool her again.

For the unfaithful nighty had fallen well away from her lovely bosom and
the light so fell upon her now that the tenuous silk of her sole garment
was merely a mist about her fine body. His fingers working nervously, 
Herbert was silent and staring:

Old slow poke, she called him lightly as he delayed to put her to the
test. Chocolate or gloves that I guess it right away this time.

His features strained, his brow furrowed, the boy was silently fumbling
about his person. His body throbbed with feverish excitement as he caught
one of her hands and laid the fingertips on a smooth, warm, hard something.
Heavens, me just a moment! she said bewildered. I thought it was skin at
first, but no, let me move my fingers just a fraction of an inch. It seems
round, warm-the ball, maybe, of one of your hands? No? Dont tell me-give
me a chance. If only I could move my fingers Im sure I could guess it
easily.

Move them as you like, use both hands, he said huskily.

He brought her other hand to join its mate. Oh-o-o-oh-what-what!
stammered Edith.

Both her white hands were now exploring, curling, clasping,
investigating. How hard-and long-and-what is this-hanging? breathed the
girl.

One groping hand had touched the dangling sack of his testicles. And
still-such was her entire ignorance of the male anatomy-she did not
comprehend the shameful thing her brothers lechery had led him to do. It
was the hair which first enlightened her.

Hair! she gasped. Its part of you. Oh-oh, Herbert, Herbert-how could
you-do such a thing to me!

Her hands retreated to her scarlet face. Her almost nude body trembled
visibly.

Its what makes me a man- he whispered in a rosy ear.

She was silent, shuddering, for a moment. And then: I know-I knew-I
guessed it! she wailed softly. What an unspeakable thing to make me do,
Herbie!

Well, good heavens, you have the same right to know about men-about
me-that I have to know about you! he muttered. And you didnt know-no,
you didnt know, youve never seen one, have you, limp or stiff, as mine is
now?

No, no, no! she panted. I havent and I have no right to!

Just take it, dear. You neednt even look at it if it scares you. But
learn, at least, what it is like.

As he took her wrists lightly Ediths hand fell from her reddened face.
As in a stupor, with shamed and impassioned curiosity, she let all her
fingers be drawn once more to her brothers virile nakedness. Ohoh-h-heavens! she whispered. How smooth-and how hard and warm-and how
terribly, terribly big! Does such a thing as that really have to go-inside
a girl? Its incredible-no, no,-I shall never marry!

He chuckled almost savagely, wrought into foaming lust by his young
sisters timid but thorough investigations. You will marry. You will adore
a thing like that. By God, I have a notion of marrying you myself, of
taking you, darling. Take off your nighty. Youre so wonderful, so lovely. 
How marvelously happy we could be, he muttered. Edith, let me hug you all
naked for a minute! Oh, you frighten me so, Herbert! cried the panting
girl. Now youre the way you were those other times! I-I shouldnt have
touched you!

She sprang up, facing him now, backing slowly against her bed in alarm,
seeing all his nakedness with glazed eyes.

With a mighty effort he took himself in hand sufficiently to smile and
dispel her fear of unspeakable disaster. I was just teasing you, he said.
Ill be reasonable, Edith, and so must you be. Here-as long as you have
touched, find out all about me.

Slowly the apprehension in the dark eyes and reddened face of the
seventeen-year-old died away. Reclining now on her bed once more, and
mindless now of the betrayal of her person by the scant apparel she wore,
she yielded ashamedly to the glowing temptation which his rigid virility
proffered so seductively.

Handling and petting the stalwart, inflamed member in a way which almost
banished his self-control once again, the maiden cooed over it and even
laid her soft, burning cheek against it. A great and inexplicable desire
came over her. Dont look for a moment, Herbie, she begged. I just want
to see how it seems to-

As he humored her, with eyes averted, he felt her lovely lips upon the
shining knob of his sex in a kiss.

I-I know its horrid of me she breathed faintly, her face scarlet as
he looked down upon her once more. But I just felt I-I w-wanted to.

Its not horrid, he denied. Its wonderful of you-its glorious! You
do love to play with it, dont you, Edith, even if you are afraid of
getting married?

For answer another timid kiss was pressed upon his member, this time
just below the knob, and the fascinated girl did not try to avoid his eyes.
Listen, dearest sister, he whispered. Just for this once-it can never
happen again in our lives-let us lie in each others arms, naked. Just for
an hour-for ten minutes, Edith, he coaxed as she shrank from this further
yielding.

He sensed the fear of the ultimate sacrifice, of the abnormal and
irretrievable conjunction, which made the maiden shrink and falter in spite
of her inflamed state. No, no-not that! he disclaimed. I will do you no
harm-on the contrary. But think, dearest girl, all our lives long hereafter
we can carry in our minds images of each other as we really are, unclad and
happy together. It will be a secret which nobody can ever pry from us-all
our own.

She cast a bare arm over her face in a trembling silence which could
mean only assent to the temptation which overpowered her. But she shrank
when he returned from his own adjoining room as naked as a young faun, his
male organ erect and swaying.

Off with the pretty nightie, Edith, he said quaveringly. Were to be
just ourselves, you know.

Half-rising, she let him draw the garment over her head. But its a
fearful an unspeakable thing that were doing, Herbie! she moaned softly.
And you wont-you wont-oh, you will restrain yourself-wont you!

Chapter 19

Nude and in each others embrace, they quivered and sighed and trembled
in growing ecstasy at this full-length contact of their young and ardent
bodies. In actual experience, Herbert, peculiarly perhaps-was as lacking as
his sister. But the pressure of their naked bodies, their more and more
fervid kisses, the rubbing of bared bellies and of swollen member upon
fleshy mound, the twining of their legs and arms, all these wrought each to
the point of madness.

The girl panted and heaved against the boy and it was all he could do to
unwind himself from her embrace. Moving nimbly over the bed, he kissed his
sister from head to toe, omitting no part of her, fore or aft, in his
multiple caresses of lips and fingers. Edith writhed and gasped and moaned
with delight beneath this torrid shower.

And suddenly, as he knelt beside her shivering body, the maiden reached
in trembling passion for the turgid column which sprang from his
mid-region. He let her have her way, curious now as well as eager to see
just to what tenderness her instinct would guide her. She drew him gently
by the sceptre of his sex. He half-couched over her flushed face.

She toyed lovingly with her new acquaintance with all her licentious
fingers for a minute. And then, with a small moan, she pressed it once more
to her lips in a long and fervent kiss.

I know-at least, I suppose-that Im being terribly unnatural! she
whispered shakily. But-really-it is so lovely and dear-this big naked
thing-and, since I positively refuse ever to have one of them inside me,
why shouldnt I-pet it just a little in other ways?

Do what you like, Edith, he murmured huskily. I love to feel your
lips on me there.

He shrouded her shame and her blushes with his curving body to encourage
her, for this boy had an instinct that a caress he had only vaguely heard
of was brewing for him in the craving of this pure and ignorant maiden who
was his sister.

As the train shot through the Iowa night, this youthful pair of
incestuous sweethearts had no conception whatever of location or time or of
anything save the pleasure which coursed through their beings. Swayed by
instinct and perverse lechery Edith Allison, Chicagos greatest of youthful
heiresses and a future debutante of national note-licked and sucked her
brothers member.

In her feverish delight she resented his gasping and then his
withdrawal, and she fought to restrain her treasure.

But-I would have spent, Edith, in another instant, right in your
darling mouth, he explained tremulously.

Does that matter-d-does it? she cried tearfully. I wouldnt have
cared-I was so happy!

And suddenly she was in a convulsion of wild and unsatiated passion. She
moaned and writhed and flogged the bed with her arms.

He lay upon her to restrain her from rolling from the narrow bed. Under
the pressure of his nudity upon her own, the girl slowly recovered from her
spasm and lay beneath him, shaking and sighing.

Edith, he whispered. Let us try-how far this thing will go in without
hurting you.

Oh-oh, my God-it wouldnt go in at all-not a particle, Herbie! she
cried. See-I cant get my fingers anywhere near around it!

Just try he coaxed.

Well, if you like, though Im sure that it cant be even started, she
consented.

It was the desire to make a very small and delicate target more
prominent rather than any experience which led the youth to thrust a pillow
beneath the girls buttocks before essaying to bring their sexes into
contact. Too greatly heated to mind any indelicacy now, Edith raised her
knees and parted her plump thighs widely to his touches.

Even though the disproportion between spear and sheath did seem to both
of them to make penetration almost if not quite out of the question, they
pursued for several minutes experiments which resulted in immense
sensations for each. Her breathing bated and being at first filled with
apprehension, Edith kept sighing that he should not go too far and then
that he should not stop because it f-feels s-so v-very g-good.

Its in a little way-I can see how the lips of your slit cling all
about its tip, he whispered. Dont worry, Edith. I just want to see if I
can push the knob inside. Does it feel good to you too?

Glorious! she gasped. Oh, Herbie, g-glorious! But Im frightened-for
you might break something-and r-ruin m-me!

Suddenly she moaned, and, shaking in every fiber under his body, she
stared with wide eyes into his. Slowly the terror died from her gaze and in
its place was a look of sheer ecstasy.

Oh-o-o-oh-I think that big head went inside! she quavered. It-it
st-stretches me awfully-but how marvelous it f-feels!

He verified her belief as to the miraculous entrance of the widest
portion of his instrument. His breath came in great gulps and in his
reddened face was growing that look of the young animal which had so
startled Edith on previous occasions and had always been accompanied by
increased lustful passion on his part.

Get off at once! she panted.

I simply must have you, Edith, he gasped. You see-it hardly hurts you
at all. I shall take you-I shall!

Ill die if you do, Herbert! she quavered. You promised we would only
see if it would go a tiny way in. You dont want to disgrace your sister
forever, do you?

As the inflamed boy still bored steadily, Edith suddenly burst into
convulsive efforts to prevent a calamity whose real seriousness suddenly
occurred to her. But it took tears on her part to recall him sufficiently
to his senses to cease his inward pressure.

Dont cry, kid, he said thickly. I wont-but-oh, my God-how hard it
is to stop! Id willingly be shot down afterwards if only I could screw you
first!

Maybe you think its easy for me when Im on fire all over! she
whispered. But you know we mustnt.

He twisted the embedded knob within the portals and Edith gasped and
trembled and moaned with bliss, a bliss which, alas, must be swiftly cut
off.

Listen, Edith, he said hoarsely. I shall have you some time, shant
I, after you have been married and are all opened up!

Yes, I promise! she quavered, so inflamed now that she hardly knew what
she was pledging. But you must get off me now, dear.

Never thereafter-largely, perhaps, because these young people were
almost continuously separated-had this scene or its two lascivious
predecessors been so much as referred to between them. Developing into a
globe trotter, who kept a casual but effective eye on his immense financial
interests, Herbert had never been able, in the midst of such amours as
chance afforded to his occasional desires, to banish for long from his mind
the image of a naked girl with long, dusky hair unbound and with her
rounded, lovely body twisting in sensual longing. Edith had gone on to
become the prize debutante of a happy social season and to marry her
brothers one-time college comrade, Henry Hamilton. But she, too, had
memories which would be, she felt, life-long companions, and which made her
flush and shiver when she at times deliberately brought them to her mind
and reflected upon the seductive pit at whose verge she and her brother had
barely restrained themselves.

Her Henry turned out to be all that a passionate girl could desire in
the way of a spouse, so much so, in fact, that, with the growing cult among
the young set for all that is spicy and subtly lecherous, Edith was several
times on the point of narrating these adventures of her maidenhood, which
she knew her husband would enjoy hearing and forgiving. Yet, perhaps,
because of their incestuous flavor and because, too, Henry and others
frequently jested about her obviously deep affection for her only brother,
she kept the narrative under her hat.

With all this cyclorama of delicious early experience flashing before
his minds eyes in mere seconds, Herbert crept almost automatically toward
that door which separated him from the scene of the complete gratification
in Edith of an intense sensuality which he himself had been largely
instrumental in arousing. His heart was thumping and his nerves were swept
by a tempest as he listened to the moans and love cries and all the 
evidences of his sisters enraptured reaction in a situation which his mind
was vividly portraying.

What a nerve hes got-and she too! he found himself mumbling quite
without basis in reason, while I suffer in here, barred out. I, whose
daily companion she was for twenty years or so. What an ungodly nerve! My
rights are greater than his! How gloriously she fucks-oh, God in heaven, my
head is swimming. I cant stand it!

Hastily donning a few articles of clothing, he stole down the stairs and
hurled himself forth into the golden moonlight. He stumbled blindly over
the little lawn, which had been coaxed to grow amid the sand of the lake
shore, his pulses throbbing and his sex rampant.

But he exercised over his senses with will power now which went to a
golden-haired and innocent-faced lovely girl whom he had found deeply
fascinating in more than just body, a girl with whom he felt a queer
communion, a sympathy, even greater when they did not speak than in their
rare and rather halting, self-conscious chats.

He felt soothed somehow by the thought of Marion Stone, cleansed of the
burning, perverse desires aroused by a voluptuous young woman of his own
blood. How constantly tremulous and distressed was Marion amid these
up-to-date frivolities with which they were surrounded. How delicate all
her instincts, how touching her attempts to affect not to feel shocked by
words and actions which in reality dismayed her utterly! Imagine her acting
as his pretty sister and two other young matrons had done that afternoon on
the shore, suits stripped down until even their round bottoms were exposed,
then lying on their faces for sunbathing, in front of the men, and even
letting their naked breasts be seen every now and then! Why, it was
impossible to conceive of Marions ever getting so hardened. Not that he
meant to reproach these others, whose new informality gave a returned
traveler many a thrill.

He wandered towards the sand dunes, which were gilded by the clear rays
of the moon. Calmer now, he heard faintly the sound of voices and laughter.
They were nearer as he continued.

Ah-what was that? Herbert sank upon his face on a sandy hillock and
listened.

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The light was clear enough so that the reclining young man could make
out the pale gold of the unbound tresses of that charming Mrs. Mildred
Cochrane and the darker gold of the splendid silken avalanche of the hair
of the girl of whom he had been thinking so earnestly as a cooling refuge
for his guilty thoughts.

Good God-Cochrane, too, was there! And the great cuss had dispensed with
even the scant bathing apparel, which he commonly wore! He was naked-the 
brute-the fortunate scoundrel! And he was calmly peeling the wisp of a suit
from the snowy body of his svelte young wife.

Marion was squatting beside her sister. And-heavens! She was actually
laughing, almost hysterically, nervously, to be sure, but yet laughing, at
this indecency.

Dont be an ass, Maro, the man was saying. This is the only real way
to bathe-in birthday suits. Thats why we have come out here in the middle
of the night, to have this pleasure. So-off it comes, baby.

Oh Stan-it does seem so terrible somehow-to bathe all naked in a
group! sighed Marion. Arent you afraid some one will see us, Mildred-?

If were seen the onlooker will be pleased, you may be sure, observed
her sister, already naked and twisting her lustrous hair to thrust it
beneath a bathing cap. Why be unhappy over pleasing someone-especially an
imaginary somebody? Let me tell you that some of our friends here dont
wait until night has fallen to bathe naked. And since both Stanley and I
have seen quite everything youve got, and hugely admired it all too, why
hesitate over this bit of fun?

I know-it does seem silly, sighed Marion.

Slowly she arose to her feet. Her exquisite outlines were revealed in
the scrap of silk which she wore.

But, now, you two wont rumple me about and try to make me feel funny
when Im all bare, the way you did in the house? she queried, fumbling at
the shoulder of her suit.

You feel funny at the drop of a hat, sweetness, said the smiling
Mildred, approaching to divest her sister of the clinging, diaphanous
fabric. The mere sight of this disgraceful Stan in his present sate of
odious excitement-or just he least touch you here and there-and you get all
hot and bothered. There, old dear, dont you feel one thousand times more
comfortable? And how dare you be so beautiful, making your own sister
jealous?

The naked sisters were hugging fondly now. And, some ten feet away,
lying in the sand, a young man was half-frantic with mixed feelings in
which the infinite lust which he had thought to banish was predominant.

God-two young glories, if ever there were any! And this maiden in whom
he had fancied a soul mate was quite the most adorable sight now that he
had ever seen! Fancy-stark naked with her brother-in-law and sister! How
they must have been working upon her girlish modesty as well as her passion
during her short stay with them to bring her to this stage of yielding! And
all this talk of even greater liberties which seemed to have broken loose
in the intimacy of their home life.

Herberts head was in a whirl. If there was just the least trace of
regret that this maiden whom he had set down as the lone white lamb amid
all these attractive black sheep should have accepted-for family
consumption, at least-standards so licentious and so obviously wholly novel
to her, this regret and this disillusionment were drowned in a vast and
voluptuous delight as he saw Marion thus nude and thus suggestively 
writhing in her sisters wanton embrace.

For Mildred, a golden little bacchante in the moonlight, was moved to
lascivious adventure. Undeterred by the presence of her husband, she was
softly drawing between her rosy lips one of her sisters coral nipples.

Have a little suck, Stanley, she called, raising her flushed face
momentarily. Theyre too sweet for words. Shes as torrid as a furnace
already, the dear!

The brown-haired and robust Stanley was at the side of the entwined
girls. Ashamedly Marion was making a feeble effort to break away from
Mildred-Herbert noticed that. But he saw, too, how she trembled and cast
her flushed and lovely face upward in the moonlight and he observed how she
succumbed, sighing and moaning, when each of her superb breasts knew the
caresses of a pair of wanton lips.

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Oh-for Gods sake! gasped Marion. I just knew it would be this way if
we got our suits off!

Be quiet, baby, panted Mildred. You love it-you know you do!

Well-but-out here on the sand-where anyone may c-come along! wailed
Marion softly. This would create a scandal even in this wild set. And you
squeeze me so between you-and maul my breasts-its enough to set a g-girl
w-wild!

Two arms were about her neck. A male hand played upon her snowy
buttocks. A feminine hand smoothed her heaving belly.

Oh-o-o-o-o-h gasped Marion. I cant stand it-I shall do s-something
disgraceful! I f-feel so-Lets bathe, please

She is terribly shaky, murmured Mildred. Perhaps wed all better cool
off in the water. Now then, darling, open your legs and let us both pet
your dear little cunt for a minute. You and I will just play with Stans
great stiff engine and then well all take to the water.

Under the gleaming eyes of the shaking and tremendously agitated Herbert
this scene of incredible lechery and perversity was staged. And, strangely,
the young master of millions found himself even more attracted towards the
maid who thus yielded, with a sort of ingenuous lust, to the overpowering
enticements with which she was surrounded than he had been when he had
conceived of her as more innocent and less informed. Every nerve in his
body strained toward this sensual semi-innocence which he found adorable.

His sex rampant, all his fibers aroused as never before, he had the
queer feeling, as he saw the naked trio melt into the misty light of the
rippling lake, that something of his own was being walked off with there,
that a cool, sardonic appropriation of his most cherished treasure was
being made. It was a feeling akin to the resentment he had so unreasonably
felt when he had heard-and, with his minds eye, seen-his pretty sister 
possessed in the marital bed. That all his sentiments in the matter were
irrational he knew at bottom, and yet he had to restrain himself, shaking
with an almost demonic lust, from pounding after the vanishing trio and
grasping Marion.

Herbert was as near to lunacy at this moment as ever a hard-headed
fellow may be. His whole body was shot with rays of heat, which seemed to
dance visibly before his wild eyes, as he stumbled back over the path he
had come.

It was apparently fated that this night should be one of continued
wracking episodes. For, as Herbert paused stealthily at the door leading
from Ediths and Henrys chamber into the corridor, with the rather ignoble
idea of tormenting himself lusciously by listening again for any repetition
of their earlier carnal raptures, the door opened. Light flooded the
corridor. In the doorway appeared the blond Henry Hamilton in his pajama
jacket, his stalwart legs bare.

What the hell! observed Henry. Oh, its you, old chap. I thought I
heard a noise and, as its well after midnight, I thought an investigation
in order.

The door was swung wide. Over the shoulder of his host, Herberts eyes
were caught-and held-by the vision of his naked sister upon the bed. Her
tumbled nightgown lay in the middle of the floor where one of the pair had
tossed it.

Edith lay sleeping deeply, outstretched on her back. Her full breasts,
tipped with coral, arose and fell regularly. The glossy darkness of her
thick and curling genital beard moved lightly, too, with her breathing, and
her plump and shapely thighs were parted.

Herbert was hypnotized, quite unable to consider how his behavior might
appear to this brother-in-law of his, who had been his one-time companion.
His eyes were one dark glow and they were fixed upon the bed, which the
informally clad Henry had just abandoned. He was shivering, his face a dull
red.

Are you sick, man? queried Henry in a low voice.

Still no word came from Herberts constricted throat. Slowly there
appeared upon Henrys features, as he turned his eyes towards the bed,
where he had left a lovely wife so completely exposed, and then looked once
again upon the absorbed eyes and the shaking form of his friend, a queer
little smile.

Come in and have a little drink, old fellow, he invited. You look to
me as if you need a shot. Be rather still, if you dont mind, for Edith is
asleep after going on rather a rampage. Hell, the little hussy has kicked
off the bedclothes again, bless her heart! You wont mind, Herbert. Its
hot, you know, and I suppose a brother may see his sister without its
constituting high treason.

He closed the door behind them. His guest looked for the first time
fully at his brother-inlaw.

God-but shes lovely! he whispered thickly.

Youre damned right! acceded Henry, already pouring whiskey from a
decanter. He waved the intruder to a chair.

Cursed few girls with her fullness of flesh who are built so
beautifully, went on her proud husband softly. Tiptoe over there-shes
dead asleep-and take a right good look while youre about it. Id be silly
to be jealous of your seeing her this way. Though, by God, Im surprised
you havent seen her many a time. I used to spy out chances to see my two
older sisters naked, and, believe me, I was well repaid for the bother!

Listen, Hank, I dont know whether I can stand this! whispered Herbert
hoarsely.

He had stumbled to the bedside and propped himself with outstretched
hand on the sheet to curb his shakiness at seeing the nudity so near to his
eyes.

Nonsense, man! Have another drink. Youre overwrought. Take your
private view all you like, murmured the hospitable Henry. Jeez, you have
got a swell hard-on, havent you? I had one earlier but I put it to death
with much joy. But damned if the silly thing hasnt popped up again!

And grinningly he made manifest the basis of his statement.

Listen, old bird, he whispered. Im going to awaken Edith pretty soon
anyway-to roll her again-for Im certainly not going to try to sleep with
Jerry standing up like this. So, what say if we play a little joke on the
kid? You go in and strip and then come back and lie down with her. Ill be
right at hand. You can pet her a little and wake her up slowly. Just
imagine the way shell feel and the laugh well have on her when she finds
you hugging her and quite naked!

Almighty God! breathed Herbert. Ill be a wreck when it comes time to
stop! For, frankly, Hank, you can see the state Im in. I had an experience
out there on the dunes just now-

Yes? asked his brother-in-law.

Tell you some other time, muttered Herbert.

Well, anyhow, are you game? I owe Edith a little jolt or two anyway.
She had no more pants on than a rabbit on the beach yesterday when Gerry
Crandall and Bill Hoskins were rolling her about and shoving sand down her
neck while she was in street clothes. And if you think they werent taking
it all in youre crazy! I didnt mind that, for lots of the girls do as
much, and shes got something worth showing. But then she had the crust to
get uppish because I was feeling Crandalls young niece up a little off to
one side. So what say? Itll be fun, and you can even go right ahead and
pretend youre about to have a piece of her-you know, go as far as you
like. If I get uneasy Ill give you a yell.

If all this was playing with dynamite-and it certainly was-that dynamite
and its possibilities did not affright the perverse young husband in the
least. Fond though he was of the youthful heiress, whom he had married, he
conceived of this present situation as rich in possibilities of shocking
pleasure quite out of the ordinary. The very cynicism of it, the vicious
sequel to which it might well give birth, fascinated his jaded and 
voluptuous nature powerfully.

Within two minutes the naked Herbert had stealthily lay down beside his
unconscious sister. Bending at the head of the bed, ready to slink out of
sight if Edith gave signs of awakening, Henry Hamilton, his rigid virility
manifesting an agitation comparable to that of his wifes brother,
whisperingly encouraged Herbert to take what advantage of the situation he
could before she came to her senses.

But Herbert no longer needed encouragement. The beast which this same
girl had roused in him on certain previous occasions was alive and
straining. His senses swam as he cautiously nestled close to the satin
nakedness of his wedded sister and very slowly took her in his arms.

That the man was launched upon a course which would subject Edith to the
final outrages unless checked forcibly bothered Henry not at all. As his
wife stirred and sighed and-still in the deeps of sleep but clearly moved
by an awakening passion, pressed her naked brother tenderly with belly and
thighs in response to his overtures, her spouse turned almost as red with
lust as Herbert had become.

She is so damned sound asleep, he whispered in the ear of the latter,
that Ill bet you could get half-way into her without her waking. Try it,
man! What a whale of a joke if she wakes up to find your prick halfway up
to her heart!

This conscienceless and libidinous exhortation was scarcely needed
Herbert was well on the way to complying with it. His chest stirred against
Ediths naked breasts as she instinctively moved to turn and face him.
Their bellies came together.

Still asleep, but swayed obviously by licentious emotions, the girl
slipped an arm about Herberts neck. She cast a warm, smooth thigh over his
legs.

By God! breathed the bending, excited Henry. Shes hot as hell even
in her sleep! What a chance to get a nice slice of her, Herbie!

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The weird willingness of Henry Hamilton to treat himself to the
spectacle of his brunette wife assailed by her own brother was not the
fruit of the sudden impulse that it seemed, although the courage to be so
brutally frank an instigator of the incestuous outrage was born tonight of
the opportunity and of the potency of the drinks he had absorbed at dinner
and later.

Almost ever since the return of the young globe trotter, he had
cherished the notion, that it would give him great pleasure to bring to bed
together this sister and this brother. Somewhat blase to the normal and
hackneyed pleasures of life-though an avid fornicator when the occasion
arose-the notion of encouraging and fostering this unnatural indulgence had
tormented his jaded nerves for days.

He could not have told clearly just how it had arisen. The whole
atmosphere of this summer colony, with its promiscuities, with its
frivolous jollities which tended to become warmly and languorously sensual,
had no doubt played its part in making him yearn for episodes beyond the
pale of even the most daring indecencies. Like many a debauche, he was keen
for the peep-show type of entertainment, and it whipped his senses
tremendously to conceive of staging for his own pleasure the spectacle of
this perverse indulgence, one which would have rocked the social world had
it become known. That he himself and his marital honor were deeply involved
merely served to heighten the lust which goaded him on.

There were other considerations, too, which had nursed his desire for
this unspeakable episode. In the prolonged absence of her only brother,
Edith was almost constantly revealing the extreme fondness which she had
nourished since childhood for Herbert. The physical side of this fraternal
obsession, born of incidents already described, she thought that she had
managed wholly to hide from her husband. Yet the quick-witted Henry had had
his moments of insight.

It had not escaped him that the topic of Herbert was likely to creep out
at very intimate moments of their conjugal life. Lying naked with her
spouse, perhaps caressed with Henrys fingers or otherwise in ways
reminiscent of incidents that had preceded her marriage, Edith was likely
to express a murmuring wonder as to where Herbert was at that moment and
just what he was doing. And she pouted but listened eagerly when Henry
repeated and enlarged upon the tale which had come out of Zurich, which was
to the effect that while Herbert was there briefly on his way to the
eastern wilds he had been seen much with the fair bride of an impecunious
English nobleman and the latters attractive older sister, and that when
the Chicago Croesus went on his way towards the jungles and steppes these
two girls disappeared also.

Scandal had been rather effectively hushed, and the nobleman had managed
to give some rather unconvincing explanation of the vanishing of the two
girls. But he had also given evidence of unaccustomed prosperity. An
accepted but whispered theory had been that the young wife and the maiden
had been practically sold to Herbert, probably when it was found impossible
to detain them from accompanying their new friend, and that they formed
this seraglio amid wild landscapes and adventures such as would have seemed
ill-fitted to persons of their previous sheltered lives.

We must ask him-hell just have to tell us Edith had insisted with a
flushed and impassioned fervor. I dont believe hed do such a thing. And
yet, really, Henry I suppose hed just have to have at least one woman with
him for healths sake, wouldnt he?

Many a chieftain and princeling wherever he travels would be quite
willing to slip wife or daughter into Herberts bed. He wouldnt lack for
tail, explained Henry. No, he probably wanted these girls and took them.
Theyve never reappeared, I understand, this Lady Kinsolving and her 
sister, Betty. Herbie may have stuck them into the harem of some emir or
even have given them to a chieftain. Dont think he wouldnt do it if the
caprice struck him or if he caught them cheating on him. I know this
brother of yours, the son of a gun!

He is not a son of a gun, protested Edith warmly. He is very quiet
and considerate and courteous, except, well, that is to say

Her voice trailed off in a certain confusion which made her husband give
her a keen glance.

Other little incidents of the kind, each trivial in itself but all
pointing to some hidden significance, had finally roused Henry Hamiltons
curiosity regarding the actual relations of his lovely brunette wife and
her only brother. And this, instead of causing any resentment to mingle
with his curiosity over the possible physical familiarities which might
have occurred between this fine pair in their earlier family life, only
stimulated a distinctly perverse brooding in his mind.

He had gone so far once as to accuse Edith of being in love with
Herbert.

What a perfectly foul joke! she had gasped, turning scarlet. Why,
hes my brother and being in love implies a willingness or a desire to do
all sorts of things together! You ought to know by this time whether I
really care for any man except you, and youre being horrid!

Well, he expostulated, dont take it so cursed seriously, Edith.
Every girl with a nice brother is more or less in love with him and I dont
see any harm in it if they are inspired to lollygag with each other a
little. Blanche and Bernice never used to cut up if I happened to see them
without their nighties.

He did not add that his older sisters had never even been aware of his
boyish, sensual curiosities regarding their bodies nor of his sometimes
successful attempts to see them unclad.

Edith gave him a sidelong, quick glance.

Well, of course- she murmured.

Of course? he queried eagerly as she paused.

Nothing-I meant that if it just happened-and if it was all in fun-it
might conceivably be excusable.

Certainly it would be excusable. It would be more than excusable if
it gave them any pleasure, he affirmed. Do you mean to maintain, for
instance, that it would be any more blameworthy for Herbert to massage your
naked titties-your own brother, whom youd known always-than it was for
Jack Birdsall to do that same thing the very first night you met him?

Well, good heavens, that was just a forfeit that I had to pay at a
rather wild party! argued Edith. He just put his hands inside my
corset-if you can call that wisp of thing a corset. There was no way I
could stop him, was there, without being a spoil-sport? And it wasnt ten
minutes later that you had both your hands on Polly Jacksons bare behind
and then had to bring it out and kiss it before the whole crew when you
failed to guess whose bottom it was!

I know, Good Lord-youve never heard me kick at any of our robust fun
with our friends! said Henry. But what I was asking was whether it would
not have been fully as allowable for Herbert to play with your body as for
a man who was not relation to you?

Yes, it would, Edith replied with some agitation. It would be even
preferable. But when you make a licentious thing of it

Satisfied with her confession, Henry abandoned the topic for the time.
But his mind dwelt now on the party to which they had referred. He
chuckled.

That was a red-hot one, that party, wasnt it, girlie? he commented.
And I think about the best fun of all was when we found out that Violet
Britt and Pembroke Houghton had gone and got themselves engaged to be
married that day, and we got them both well soused and then said we
couldnt consent to their marriage unless they showed each other everything
they had. They were so pickled that she at last took it all quite
seriously, thinking that they really had omitted a necessary formality.

Hes a devil, though, that Pembroke! I dont think he was as soused as
he tried to appear. Remember how the girls brought Violet in at last,
without a stitch on her little body, and how gravely Pembroke entered then
from the opposite door, stark naked? And we shoved them together in the
center of the room. They were only supposed to look each other all over in
the presence of the whole crowd. But she was weeping maudlinly and he
commenced to hug her and console her. And damned if they didnt both get so
hot that they rolled on the rug together! And Violet would have gotten hers
right then and there if we hadnt intervened. That was certainly a warm
number!

That was going pretty far! smiled Edith, shaking her head. We were
all pretty soused, as far as that goes. Thats the only excuse there was
for such a rank gambol as that.

I think its devilish good sport to be as pagan as possible, averred
Henry stoutly. It adds to the gaiety of life. And theres no permanent
harm from any of it.

His wife shook her head again.

That was going too fearfully far, she maintained. An engaged pair-and
she only eighteen and a virgin!

Well, damn it, her young aunt was there-and laughing harder than
anybody else! remarked Henry. And shes supposed to be responsible for
Violet. Though, if you ask me, this newly engaged girl wouldnt have cried
at all if shed been sober. Shes a torrid young sketch. Didnt I see her
running her bare toes deliberately into Stan Cochranes crotch when they
were playfully wrestling on the beach?

The blamed thing was sticking up, observed Edith reminiscently. I saw
it too and it seems to me that it tries to burst out of his bathing suit
the minute he sees the least thing. I suppose it intrigued Vi. And since
she couldnt very well thrust a hand at it, she just felt it with her
foot.

Chapter 23

Struggling for some time from the depths of dense slumber, Edith
Hamilton had been dimly aware that something infinitely pleasant was
happening to her. Her first semi-conscious thought was that she was
emerging from a dream in which she was naked and held to a nude man, a man
who caressed her with tender licentiousness, and a man whose whole swollen
affair throbbed to the pressure of her rubbing belly. She came yet further
toward the surface of reality. Reason began to assume a certain semblance
of control, and facts and memory stood out more clearly.

No-it was real. What was the matter with Henry tonight? She thought that
she had dozed off, weary but happy, after giving herself to him with one of
their customary frenzies of delight. And here he was again wanting more.

Henry, be reasonable, it must be very late, sighed Edith. Her eyes
were still closed. She was in an agreeable torpor, her flesh quivering to
this male contact but not yet willing to surrender its lethargy.

The man by her side was panting. He seemed terribly inflamed. Slowly he
was pressing her upon her back, now he was lying upon her.

I have no idea what has come over you, Henry, she murmured. It can
hardly be an hour since. And you never do it twice in a night. Ill stay
asleep, I think. Youve never had a sleeping woman, have you, Henry? See if
you can make me wake up. But dont make those snorting noises, Henry,
youll awaken poor Herbert. And if he hears us doing this the dear will go
wild. Hes so very passionate, the precious! Oh, how very big you seem
tonight. O-o-oh-easy now, darling-or all my nice little swoon will be
gone.

There was a light rustle and then the whisper, in a voice recognizable
as that of her husband:

All right, dear, keep on drozing. Ill fuck you in this trance, and if
you howl suddenly and bite me in the shoulder dont blame me. I feel very
hot and passionate tonight and that makes my prick about as big as
Herberts. He has a corker, the old rascal, hasnt he?

Oh, its very, very big-and very lovely! sighed his deliciously
reclining partner in this colloquy.

And not even the realization which flashed over her half-stimulated
senses that, for the first time, she had admitted in words a carnal
knowledge of her brother, served to rouse her from the luscious trance in
which she persistently lay.

Ive seen it-and touched it-so there! whispered Edith. You and your
bare sisters arent the only ones to have glorious fun together. And-oh,
Henry-how I did want it inside me! But we were good-pretty good, anyhow.
Henry, you are stretching me! What-oh, what!

Slowly boring his incestuous way within his sisters body, Herbert 
Allison heard all this whispered colloquy between husband and wife merely
as meaningless sounds. Every nerve in his sinewy form was aflame as this
long-obsessing passion for Edith became actuality.

Already the knob of his organ had passed within the rosy, distended
borders of the girls moistening sex. And it may be that this glorious
sensation of aching pressure recalled to Edith a certain occasion in a
compartment of a westward-bound sleeping car, an occasion when a bulb that
she had thought impossible to take in had contrived to force its way within
her.

Since then she had known many an enraptured bout with her husband. And
yet, even after all of that, her slit still had all the sensations of the
close-lipped, virginal resistance and the slowly rising rapture which had
crowned that experience with her brother.

Many a time in the few years which had elapsed since that trip she had
dreamed of the episode. And now, when that episode seemed to be repeating
itself while she was in an agreeable coma, the delusion that this great
object was that of her spouse suddenly disappeared from her clearing mind.

She opened her dark eyes, from which all languor had fled now.

My God-oh, God in heaven! she cried hoarsely. It is you, Herbert!
Why-how!

She made a weakened effort to start up, with a consequent effect which
caused her to groan with a mixture of consternation and rapture and to
flatten out in trembling helplessness upon the bed.

For, posted firmly on his knees between her parted legs, her flaming and
maddened satyr of an aggressor met her movement with such a pressure that
their united activities sent the male engine another full inch within the
body of the young wife. And pinwheels and rockets of ecstasy burst within
Ediths nerves, and she could only pant and stare with wide, unbelieving
eyes into the contorted, lust-reddened face of her brother.

Her whirling head assured her that, only a minute earlier, she had heard
the voice of her husband addressing her on this very topic of Herbert and
the latters physical endowment. Was this-was there a plot afoot, a plot in
which her brother was the innocent instrument even if the guilty aggressor?
Could it be that Henry had schemed to get her thus gloriously degraded in
order to have this lovely horror to hold over her head, perhaps to divorce
her in case some lewd hussy should have fascinated him?

Oh, God, Herbert, where is Henry? she cried. Her teeth chattered in
her head.

Go away-he must be near-hell see-and be furious with rage! she
gasped. He m-may-w-want a d-divorce!

Youre out of your little head, my darling, said a suave voice in her
ear.

Tender, lascivious hands fell upon her naked and heaving breasts to pet
and soothe them gently.

Dont affront my eternal love for you by having such ideas as those,
whispered her husband, as she turned wondering dark eyes to find his blue 
ones within inches of her head. Just fuck nicely with your brother, Edith,
and have the glorious time youve been longing for all these years. Dont
worry about anything, for Im loving you more every second. Its been in my
mind to.

And this colloquy was of sufficient force to give even the lust-crazed
Herbert pause in his entrancing occupation. His eyes flaring and his body
quivering, he halted in his penetration, with his member more than
half-buried between his pretty sisters thighs. But he crouched above her
still, with a glare in his eyes and a tenseness of body that defied anyone
to rob him of his prey now.

But the half-crazed Edith, exalted even more by finding her husband
actually presiding over this scene and too maddened by the sudden cessation
of that slow movement of Herberts tool within her, began to buck and heave
so tumultuously that she unhorsed her brother.

With a low growl, he would have resumed possession of her person but
Henry pressed him aside with friendly hands on his shoulders and a low
voice in his ear.

Well have her together, he whispered huskily. Well ram her a few
times just to reassure her and start her going again. Then Ill slip aside
and you can finish her.

Herbert growled again deep in his throat. Then, kneeling beside the pair
with his fine member swaying and turgid and glistening, he stared in
lascivious pleasure as he saw his sister impaled slowly upon the erect rod
of her spouse.

Edith stiffened and moaned as she was penetrated anew, and almost
instantly was sighing beneath Henrys body. Even as he penetrated her, her
husband reasoned with her.

Its an obsession with both of you, wanting a piece of each other, he
said. You mustnt be ashamed of it, but give way to it. I shall enjoy it,
darling, I pledge you my word, instead of feeling outraged or angry. Give
our Herbert a fine fuck and you shall have that emerald necklace we saw at
Peacocks.

I-I shall be so fearfully ashamed! whispered Edith, her fine features
crimson and her soft lips working convulsively. With you looking on,
especially. But Ive told you, dear, Ive been hot for him for a long time,
though Ive been trying to fight against it.

She began to apprehend slowly the peculiar lust which permeated her
spouse as he strove to bring about this abnormal conjunction, slowly but
powerfully she realized that it would be unspeakably pleasant to commit
this incest beneath the very eyes of a husband who would be completely
delighted by every detail of its progress.

And so, almost out of her head and breathing from a parched throat she
gave no resistance now when her husband withdrew and surrendered her to her
brother.

He was fearfully excited when he came in an hour or more ago,
whispered Henry to his wife as the latter shook and gasped under Herberts 
renewed penetration. He had been out on the dunes, although it was already
one oclock in the morning. Something he had seen must have wrought him up
terribly. And then, when I opened the door and he saw you naked on the bed
and sound asleep!

Oh-o-o-o-o-o-h-by God-how big the monster is! was the gasping,
enraptured wail of Edith. It seems impossible-every time he p-puts it in!
What was it, Herbie darling, that you saw out on the sands that made you
want to do such a terrible things as this to me?

No matter, panted the young man. Oh, God, but youre wonderful,
Edith. Your darling cunt takes me like a glove and hugs my prick all over!
I would swear you were a virgin!

Youll know better than that in another few seconds, was the
stammering contribution of his sister. But-youre so m-much bigger
than-what I-I am u-used to! Oh-oh, m-my God-I-I!

She paled slowly, her face drained of blood and her eyes closing, as her
brother gradually sank his weapon to its full length within her.

Lie like that a minute, dear one, murmured the gloating Henry, sitting
now on the edge of the bed. He is a goodish bit more formidable than I,
isnt he, darling? And the added inch and the added bulk make a lot of
difference. Lie still and get use to it. Ah, thats better. The rose is
beginning to bloom in your cheeks again and I can see your eyes rolling.
Tell us what the devil it was that drove you nuts out on the dunes,
Herbert.

It was a naked bathing party, said the young man slowly. And what
they said and did. And it included a girl I would have sworn didnt know
the difference between a prick and a cucumber.

Ha! breathed Edith. It must have been his precious Marion. Oh, yes,
dont think I havent noticed what a hit she has made with you. She is a
darling too. Who was with her? Im rather surprised myself that she should
consent to bathe naked.

It was her sister and young Cochrane, responded her brother.

Consider my surprise withdrawn, retorted Edith. Why, Stan Cochrane is
a young bull, isnt he, Henry? And Mildred is a sweetly complacent wife as
well as about as hot a sketch as there is at Michigan Dunes. Shed have
Stanley enjoying her young sister in a thousand ways even if Marion had
been a nun when she came here, which she almost was. Yet I see no occasion
for getting overwrought over the family bathing party. Why, weve had as
many as twenty naked persons at one time here-and in the daytime too,
sometimes-and of assorted families at that. Sometimes I wonder, Herbie,
whether you havent stood still as regards the ways of our younger set
while you were in the wilds in the way that Marion has in her Pacific Coast
seclusion. And for heavens sake dont blame that kid for letting her
sister and her brother-in-law scrape some prudery off her.

Blame her! I dont blame anybody averred Herbert stoutly. I havent
been living in a monastery myself, you know.

So-s-so-o-o-o-h-so Henry s-says! gasped his sister, slipping her plump
charming thighs about him and planting her feet on his hard bottom. Mind
you, Herbie, if you move in me again like that I shant be able to talk in
the least!

Well, then, dont squeeze my prick like that or I shall certainly have
to get busy! he returned. No, I had no notion of getting sore even if it
had been any of my business, which it wasnt, because this beautiful and
well-bred kid bathed that way with her folks. But when they convinced her
to allow them to handle her little slit, and when she consented to join
Mildred in playing with the mans tool-and what a whale hes got, bigger
than mine-well, I guess I did go a trifle batty. I admit I was jealous, all
right. But it was a powerfully rousing scene, too. I had a terrific impulse
to go after them and to drag her away and Id have fucked her to a frazzle,
virgin or no virgin, if I could have got hold of her! It seemed to me that
she didnt belong with them at all but with me, that I was being robbed of
my rights!

And youve spoken to her just three times, I think, smiled Henry.

That has nothing to do with it, responded Herbert impatiently. I tell
you theres something between us that I cant explain. But I was still in
such a trance when I came back here that I hardly knew what I was about.

Do you know now? laughed Henry, slapping him on the back.

And the slap served to put into fiery motion the pair which had been
immobile during a conversation carried on under somewhat extraordinary
conditions. For Herbert, gluing his body to that of his throbbing sister,
once more stirred the lambent flames which she was restraining with
difficulty.

With tremulous delight, she moved her body softly beneath him.

Oh, God, why, its up to my heart! she quavered. Go on, Herbie, for
Gods sake, fuck me, fuck me!

With a hoarse little roar her brother went into action now, an action
that was continuous and rhythmic and that was punctuated by ardent sighing
ejaculations from Ediths lips as a frenzied and ecstatic response was
wrung from her body.

In a moment the glowing and frantic girl spent shiveringly, her feverish
young spouse kissing her lips and her breasts. With his hand he checked
Herberts movements until she could recover from her ecstatic spasm, for
her brother, blind to everything save the bliss of their conjunction, did
not even know that the passionate girl had preceded him in reaching the
crisis.

In motion once more, Herberts great battering ram revelled in the
tight, clinging warmth of the tissues which it strained. And Edith, her
eyes rolled back in an infinite rapture that only this calibre of
projectile could give her, swimming in a bliss such as she had never known
even in her most glorious moments with her husband, was a frantic thing
beneath him.

She bit at his shoulder, drawing him down to her with convulsive arms.
She clawed at his flesh and she drummed with rosy heels upon his rear.

To all these demonstrations of the animalism which he had aroused,
Herbert was obtruse and unheeding. She might have driven nails into his
body now without causing him to pause or even falter in his long, rhythmic
plunges and withdrawals. For his own animalism was feasting as never
before, feasting on a banquet of which it had long dreamed hopelessly.

Edith spent again, crying out and plunging so furiously that her husband
covered her mouth and looked anxiously at the opened windows. For, though
quite willing that their bungalow neighbors should hear his wifes
exclamations of rapture or should even see her writhing in conjugal
embrace, he was very much averse to putting her on display on this
particular occasion.

And, as she spent, her brother groaned loudly again and shot his
masculine milk within her body in jets that bade fair to spout forever. And
Edith, feeling them, cried out sharply once more and fainted away.

When she came to her senses she was undergoing the tender, cleansing
care of both her husband and a calmed and grateful brother in the bathroom.
They carried her back to the bed on a chair of their hands, her arms about
their necks. Her face was slowly regaining its accustomed fine color.

Herbert, satiated for the time being, yet sensually aroused still,
lingered yet a while on the bed. He could never get enough of the splendid
nudity of his sister, he thought, and her eyes devoured his body, too.

But, as the girl recovered her nervous equilibrium and as her still
impassioned and unrelieved husband hugged and petted her amorously, she
smiled a little ashamedly but wantonly and significantly at Herbert. It was
clear to her that, having succumbed to the embraces of the one in presence
of the other, the situation was about to be reversed. And it was clear,
too, that her brother was quite willing to see this connubial indulgence
and was in fact much excited by the prospect. For already his member was
beginning to stir and to raise its head as he saw Henry rub his stiff organ
on the womans flesh and suck her sensitive nipples at the same time.

And so, since not one of the trio failed to be heated all the more by
the presence of both the others in these most intimate of moments, Herbert
lingered to see his lovely sister possessed by her spouse.

He stood closely by as she spread wide her lovely legs to receive within
her the familiar bliss-bringing visitor. She pushed up her bottom to engulf
its turgid length, and, as she grabbed her lusty husband to her breasts and
caught her feet behind his flanks to give him purchase, he commenced
powerful shoves into her sensitive vitals. And Herbert leaned over to
observe intently the effect of this carnal wrestling bout on his passionate
sister. The radiant Ediths breath came faster and was mingled with groans
of bliss, as her eyes rolled heavenwards and dew collected about her
warming lips, as her whole body writhed in sharply mounting ecstasy.
Finally, with a wild flinging of her arms, she shrieked and gave way to
convulsions in a long, drawn-out climax of her third delirious spending in
the space of a few minutes.

It was a long time before Herbert could drift off into an uneasy sleep. 
And from that happy but restless sleep he was awakened within a couple of
hours by a flood of light, and found the door between his own chamber and
that of the spouses widely opened.

Beside his bed stood Edith, naked and flushed.

I-I couldnt sleep, she said. And Henry said since he wanted to
sleep, and I was so restless, I must come in here with you. Is-is it all
right?

It was all right with Herbert.

Chapter 24

Herbert awoke in a bewildered state, fleeting memories of the previous
evening quickly organizing themselves into a chain of evidence as to the
reality of what had at first seemed like a wild and incredible dream. The
extreme lassitude which he felt in his body was but one testimonial to the
amazing and shameful fact that less than eight hours before he had had an
incestuous relation with his sister. It was a deed made even more shameful
to contemplate in the cold light of bodily exhaustion by the fact that his
brother-in-law, Henry Hamilton, had urged him to the crime, had indeed
stood by in lecherous enjoyment of seeing himself thus cuckolded by his
wifes brother. For an instant Herbert felt a wave of shameful fury, and a
consuming desire to kill Henry, to choke him to death, perhaps torture him
by butchering his sexual organs. Then he remembered that night on the
train, years earlier, when he was nineteen, Edith sixteen, when he had
goaded and coaxed her until aroused to the boiling point. She had kissed
and sucked his swollen member and he had persuaded her to let him insert
the head of his throbbing organ into that tight and lovely crevice that he
knew had never been seen by a man other than himself. He remembered too
that he had asked Edith to promise that after her marriage she would let
him possess her body, and he knew that in all the years since he had
thought recurrently of her promise and had even half-anticipated it as he
sailed home from Africa to see his sister for the first time since her
marriage.

Being aware of Ediths highly sensitive nature, that she was, like
himself, inclined to revert to the moralistic training of their parents
except during the madder sessions of that wild young married set who
constituted her social companions, Herbert had hesitated to remind Edith of
her promise. In fact, he had done nothing toward gaining his goal except
for veiled inspections of his sisters charms during those times when they
had gone to the beach together. So covertly had he carried on these lustful
surveyals, in fact, that Edith had not become aware of them, and although
she too was mindful of the pact they had made on the train, and although
she still longed to consummate this incestuous love affair to its ultimate,
to revel in bacchic orgies with her brother, to feel the long-remembered 
stiffness of his weapon piercing her very vitals, she had been similarly
shy and hesitant. Although burning with mutual desire, both brother and
sister had thought that the other had determined to forget that mad, sinful
night of long ago.

But now, Herbert thought with rueful realization, the thing had
happened. Last nights queer chain of events, his being driven from the
house by the anguish of hearing his sister writhe in the ecstasy of sexual
intercourse. He remembered seeking peace on the cool beach, to discover
there the girl whom he had come to regard as a chaste, virginal lily, to
discover her in the act of allowing her body to be stripped naked by her
lecherous brother-in-law, while his wife, her own sister, aided and abetted
the plan to expose the girls tender charms to their mutual embrace.

My God! Herbert said aloud. What are we coming to? My brother-in-law
tricks me into ravishing my own sister, Stan Cochranes wife goads her
sister in letting herself be seduced by her husband.

Then he grinned, shamed at this sudden wave of moral indignation.

Im certainly taking the attitude of an old fogy, he thought. A
typical hypocrite, thats what. While I willingly commit incest with my
willing sister, while my brother-in-law enjoys the scene, I nevertheless
have to stifle a feeling that I have been outraged because Stan Cochrane
has gained a prize that I wanted for myself. Why am I any more pure than
Marion? What right have I to condemn her for doing in innocence what I did
in full knowledge of the crime? I know Stan Cochrane well enough to be
certain that he had been practicing on that girl for several weeks.
Mildred, too, has been at work, Ill venture, for she is the type who would
enjoy seeing her precious husband take another woman, and, if it be her
sister, so much the better.

Thus Herbert reasoned as he lay there in bed, because he felt now the
imperativeness of his getting married, or, in any event, the need for a
woman, a bed-mate. His orgy of the night before was a regrettable affair
and obviously could not be continued without fear of drastic results. It
might prey on the mind of his sister, or upon his own. Worse yet, Henry
might become stricken with remorse over his frenzied impulse of the night
before, and do something desperate. To marry Marion, that is if she would
accept him, he thought modestly, was the first thing for him to do; to go
away, to remove himself from the temptation to repeat such a scene with his
sister, was the next.

Herberts desire to marry Marion had been growing for sometime, and
although he had been temporarily repelled by the scene upon the beach, the
events following it, involving his own behavior, made it scarcely honest of
him to be self-righteous. Again, the maddening sight of Marions lovely
figure stripped to the lustful gaze of her sister and her brother-in-law,
as well as to his own, had driven him to such excitement that he had almost
had an orgasm as he lay there in the sand. Thinking of her now, his limp
tool stiffened slightly, jerking spasmodically like a sleeping animal, and
he smiled proudly at this evidence of his virility, arousal in an 
instrument that had done yeoman service the night before. He determined,
then, to seek out Marion that very day, and if necessary to carry her off
by force.

As matters developed, however, there was no need for desperate action.
Marion had gone through an amazing and, to her all too recent state of
virginal innocence, harrowing experience during the previous night, and she
had come to a decision that was not unlike Herberts. Recalling the night
spent in bed between Mildred and Stan, and the acts to which she had
acceded all too willingly, she felt her face burn as with fire. The
libidinous couple, and Marion admitted shamefully that she was no less
lascivious than her sister, had performed upon her body the most shameful
of perverted pleasures, had explored each crevice of her with burning
fingers and mouths had done everything, in fact, except actually destroy
her maidenhead. And this, she recalled, she had begged Stan to do.

During the course of the orgy, Mildred had suddenly felt the desire to
excite her little sister to the maddening ultimate by having her be a
witness to Stans taking her with his battering ram. Stan had thought the
idea a charming one, and though he would have vastly preferred to explore
that much tighter crevice which he had learned was small even for the tip
of his distended tongue, something in his make-up made it against his code
to actually deflower the girl. He knew, too, that Mildred would not have
permitted him to actually screw her sister, at any rate not until after she
married.

Nevertheless, Mildred had conceived the idea of letting Marion see the
sex act performed at close range, and, spreading her legs in such a
position as to allow Marion a full view, she had beckoned the willing Stan
to mount and ride. Stan had advanced to the saddle, and Marion, bent
eagerly forward for close inspection of the ceremony, had watched Mildred
grasp the huge protuberance in her hand and guide it to its intended
destination. She had marvelled at the ease with which the monster, once its
flaming head had been swallowed by the hair-encircled slit, buried itself
within Mildreds feverishly writhing body. As Stan exerted the full
pressure of his buttocks in driving the organ home, Mildred had given a
little cry of joy, abandoning herself to the advances of her husband, and
in a frenzy of desire had locked her white legs around his sturdy buttocks,
as if to possess the instrument to its last fraction of an inch. Then they
had begun a mad, mutual writhing, their bodies rising and falling in
fevered synchronization, arms entwined around each others chests, their
lips half-parted as they exchanged lustful kisses in imitation of that
other union of their lower parts.

Marion, her eyes glazed with passion, bent so close that the odors from
this friction assailed her nostrils, filling her with such carnal desire
that with a cry of utter abandonment she had fallen upon the couple,
tearing at them, screaming in her madness for Stan to withdraw from Mildred
and turn his bludgeon toward her own burning nest. The couple, now nearing
the climax, paid no attention. Heated to the fullest extent by the mutual 
contact, they concentrated on realizing the completion of the intercourse,
ignoring the desperately voiced cries of the unwilling virgin.

Marion had almost gone mad. Unable to break the embrace of the squirming
couple she fell upon Stans back, twisting herself so that her legs
straddled his neck, and lying flat she bent her head until her face was
scarcely an inch from her sisters well-filled box. As Stan recoiled from
each lunge Marion could see an inch or so of its base, glistening with the
dew that had been showered upon it as a result of the invasion. His big
balls swung formidably to and fro, striking sharply against Mildreds
buttocks at each lunge. At length, driven beyond further ability to be a
mere witness to this pleasurable exhibit, and fairly groaning with
unsatisfied lust, Marion sank her head between the heaving buttocks of her
brother-in-law, and, parting the cheeks with shaking fingers, she applied
her lips and tongue to that orifice above the swinging bag. She continued
the perverted caressing, growing bolder as the squirming beneath her
increased in fervor. Down farther went her excited tongue, licking and
darting at the bag, farther still, and, lifting the giant balls in her
hands, she pressed her lips against the wriggling pussy of her sister, her
face flat against Stans inner thigh. This she did not stop until the
bodies beneath her had relaxed into exhausted inertness. She was not aware,
in fact, for several minutes, that the motion had ceased, so carried away
had she been by her emotions. It was not until Stans tool, wilting after
its terrific bout, had fallen limply from its gaping sheath, to dangle
futilely against Mildreds now relaxed hips, that Marion noticed the
cessation of activity.

Raising herself to an erect position she saw the couple lying in a sort
of stupor, or so it seemed. Mildred lay lax, her arms lying loosely at her
sides, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open, Stan was even worse-he lay
like a bag of potatoes, his dead weight full upon Mildreds supine
nakedness. Finally he stirred, and with a half-audible groan he rolled off
her, his sex now diminished in size and flopping against his groin.

At this point Marion stopped thinking of what had happened. She felt
utterly degraded for an instant. Then, remembering the treat that was yet
in store for her, the fulfillment of her desire that Stan had refused her,
and, knowing that he would not take the treasure of her virginity, she
determined to waste no time in securing for herself a husband.

She thought of Herbert Allison quite naturally, for they had more than
once betrayed an interest in each other. Each knew that the other was
attracted, and, indeed, both had thought subconsciously of marriage. Thus
it was that their separate experiences of that warm night had hastened a
climax that otherwise would possibly have been brought about in a more
roundabout and formal manner. They encountered each other that afternoon on
the beach, and, although Herbert thought that he was bringing suit to
Marion, he was actually maneuvered into a proposal by the girls
suggestion. For, though Marion was a novice at the game of sex, she was
gifted with that power that all women are born with use instinctively. 
Therefore, as the couple sped toward the city, where they had decided to be
married quietly, Herberts congratulations to himself were not altogether
in order. Had he but known it, he had had little more to do with the
wedding than offering himself as groom.

Chapter 25

The marriage had been performed with all the pragmatic briefness that
characterizes the civil ceremony. Although Marion would have preferred the
ornate pomp of a church wedding, with its attendant hullabaloo, she had
yielded this desire to the more immediate necessity of escaping from her
sister and brother-in-law. And, having recognized beforehand that Herbert
possessed all of the outward characteristics of a good husband-young,
handsome, physically stalwart, as well as the recipient of a substantial
income-the necessity for a quick decision after his abrupt proposal had not
been confounding. Having decided some hours before that Herbert would be
the ideal mate, and having formulated the first steps toward bringing him
around to a proposal, his jumping the gun had been a welcome surprise. In
her desire to have a husband of her own, to gain the supreme pleasure that
Stan Cochrane, with all of his libidinous caresses, had denied her, Marion
had acceded readily to Herberts idea of a hasty ceremony, without even one
of their friends as a conspirator.

On the way to the Chicago hotel where they were to wait for the hour
when they would board a train for New Orleans, they hurriedly planned a
honeymoon itinerary, in the course of which they intended to stay in
Havana, Bermuda, and possibly, if they felt a mutual desire when these
places had been visited, Europe. As Herbert drove the powerfully motored
car at a slow pace through the snarl of traffic, he made no attempt to
conceal his impatience. Several times Marion heard him curse audibly, and
her first momentary shock at this unseemly language was quickly dispelled
by the realization that she was not one whit less impatient than her
husband of ten minutes. And although she was less gifted in the art of
profanity, having heard her first cuss word less than a month before this
day, she was thinking unkind things about the trucks and automobiles and
policemen that impeded their journey.

At length the car swung from the thick confusion of traffic and came to
a halt before the magnificently austere entrance of the ultra-select hotel
that Herbert had chosen. It was a hotel of the swankiest type, exclusive to
the point of snobbery, and so exacting in its clientele that it was said to
have once turned away one of the worlds most famous actresses because to
have such a celebrity in the establishment would have resulted in the
hotels being mentioned in the newspapers. Herbert had not thought of the
hotel as a honeymooners sanctuary. Had he done so it is likely that he
might have rejected it in favor of less snobbish accommodations. He had 
driven there from force of habit, since it had been patronized by his
parents for many years. As he signed the register, he thought, smiling as
he did so, that his guiding impulses had served him well. A word to the
manager, whom he had known since boyhood, and no word would leak out that
Herbert Allison, the millionaire explorer, was in the city with his bride
of a hurried courtship. Here he and the lovely Marion would be free from
the congratulations of a well-meaning but at the moment unwelcome host of
friends.

Marion stood nearby as Herbert talked with the manager. She strove to
exhibit an appearance of nonchalance, as though she had been going to
hotels with her husband for several years, but it must be admitted that she
made a poor imitation of a casual matron. Several passersby looked
meaningly at the two small bags, all the luggage that she and Herbert had
between them, and raised suggestive eyebrows as if to say: Ah, a little
bride-a lamb going to slaughter. A woman passing, a plump woman whose
appearance suggested a wifehood of at least ten years, looked at her and
sighed. How can they know that I am just married, Mildred asked herself.
She blushed, glancing furtively around the lobby at the staring people, and
then she noted with great relief that Herbert was hurrying toward her, a
smirking little bellboy trailing behind.

They entered the elevator and ascended, both striving to appear
unconcerned, both seeing in the exchange of glances between the bellboy and
the elevator operator that the two boys were secretly elated by the fact
that here was a newly wedded couple. Marion, feeling the obscene
implication of the message, blushed a crimson hue, and turned her face
toward the elevator wall.

Herbert had taken a suite of two rooms and a bath. As they entered the
living room Marion trembled with the realization that here she was, a
bride, no longer a child or an innocent young girl, but a grown woman, soon
to receive the final initiation into life, the process by which she would
lose forever the treasure that is held up temptingly as a prize for the man
who wins a maidens hand.

Herbert paid the bellboy, dexterously steered the inquisitive youth
through the door, and turned with a look of suddenly released eagerness to
Marion, who stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, still holding her
pocketbook. He reached her in two strides and clasped the trembling girl in
his arms. She melted, almost collapsed into his embrace, clutching him
around the neck.

At last we are alone! Herbert cried. Oh, my dear little Marion, I
thought the time would never come when we would be safe from the gawking of
all those people. Every minute has seemed like a day since we left the
justices office. At last, dear, we are alone to enjoy ourselves as husband
and wife, to become more fully acquainted with those sides of ourselves
that are not readily apparent.

Marion did not answer. Her mind was occupied with sudden fear. What if
she did not succeed in portraying the role of an innocent girl? What if she
betrayed, by some lapse into casualness, that she was no stranger to the
intimate gestures of an amorous man? Would Herbert perceive the guilt which
she would strive to conceal?

All these thoughts disturbed Marion as she felt herself being led
adroitly toward the door that led into the bedroom, but soon she was to
learn that her fears were uncalled for. For Herbert had no more than closed
the door when he grasped her again in his arms, but not with tenderness. He
seized her roughly, his right arm circling her waist, the hand cupping
itself boldly over her breast. His other hand pressed her thigh, squeezing
it firmly. The look of genuine shock in Marions eye brought a short,
cynical laugh for the now fully aroused Herbert, a laugh that conveyed to
her troubled mind the knowledge that Herbert knew something. What was it?
Had Stan or Mildred told him the shameful story of their initiating her
into the elementary facts of life? Or had he guessed that Marion was not so
chaste and unsullied as she was reputed to be. Was he one of those cynical
young men who suspect the worst of every woman? Although she was aware of
Herberts sudden change of attitude, suspecting that his dropping of all
pretense was indicative of something of the sort, she was not prepared for
the disclosure contained in his next words:

Come, Marion, my girl, I think it high time we dropped our pose of
bashful swain and innocent maiden. Although you doubtless do not suspect
it, I was a spectator to a scene in which you were one of the leading
participants. The tableau I saw makes me fully aware that you are by no
means a stranger to the naked body of a man. Let us put our cards on the
table, my little wench.

Marion felt both thrills at the masterful, cave-mannish tone of
Herberts voice had assumed and horrified guilt in the face of the
knowledge that Herbert had observed one of the lessons she had received
from Stan in that secluded nook near the beach. She waited, breathless, for
him to make the next move.

Without speaking Herbert began removing her clothing with an ease that
betrayed a more than passing skill at undressing a lady. First her jacket,
which he slipped from her arms, letting it drop to the floor; next, her
skirt-a finger inserted at the waist band released the hook-and-eye
fastener, and the garment was pealed downward off her hips, collapsing on
the floor at her feet. The lacy slip that completed her ensemble was
easiest of all to the desecrator: it buttoned all the way down the front,
and the flying fingers made short work of these obstacles. It too fell to
the floor, and Marion, speechless with excitement and fear, buried her face
against her husbands chest, as he peeled the slip from her breasts and
started it over the same journey traveled a moment before by the outer
skirt, over those delicately curved and dimpled mounds whose explorations
by Stanley Cochrane had given Marion such thrills of shameful lechery, had
excited her to the point that she had at length succumbed to his most bold
caress.

At last, stark naked except for her stockings and shoes, Marion felt 
Herberts arms relax their grip and, unsupported, she sank weakly to the
floor. She looked up at Herbert and gave a little cry when she saw that he
was divesting himself of his own garments even more rapidly than he had
stripped her. She watched, fascinated, as he ripped off his shirt, exposing
a muscular chest, well grizzled by hair, and beneath it the trim waist of a
man well conditioned by exercise. Although Herbert was not the giant
physically that Stan Cochrane was, Marion noted, he was no less firmly
constructed in build, and as he slipped off his shorts the rampant organ,
already fired with energy, burst into view, giving her the happy tidings
that Herbert could well take care of the duty left undone by her
brother-in-law.

Gone now was her modesty, although less than a month ago she had never
given serious thought to a womans married life-less than twenty-four hours
ago, in fact, she would have been blushing furiously at the thought of the
impending ordeal. Now she lay supine on the thick carpet, her naked body
posed seductively against the rich red cloth, One arm, bent at the elbow,
supported her head, the other lay at her side, making no attempt to cover
as best it could the charming spot, even more enhanced by its protective
tuft of curly hair, from which Herbert had not wrested his gaze as he
stripped for action. Now, as he sank to the floor beside her, although her
face colored, this was not so much a blush as a surge of passion-heated
blood rushing up from her febrile body to dizzy and intoxicate the girl
with its lustful yearning. Still, as she felt the contact of his bare flesh
against hers, she could not abandon from her mind a thought that had come
to her with Herberts exposure of her interludes with Stanley Cochrane.
Eluding his burning lips as they sought her own, she asked, falteringly,
for she had not yet acquired the nonchalance of other young women of the
colony in discussing matters of sex:

But, Herbert-you know, it wasnt-nice to let myself be treated so by a
man. If you saw-us, you must despise me. How could you marry me? You seemed
to like me at first because I was unsophisticated-at least thats what
Mildred said-so how could you still want to marry me after you found out?

Herbert laughed. Nonsense, dear I determined to have you the first time
I saw you, and the sight of you giving such enjoyment to Cochrane only
increased my desires, giving me the added pleasure of stealing you away
from that young stud. Why should he have two women, particularly when one
of them is desirable to me?

But, Herbert, darling, Marion persisted, you seemed so reserved, so
noble, compared to most of the people we know. You seemed positively
ascetic!

Oh, ho! Herbert said. So thats it? Because Herbert Allison reserves
his amours for his bedroom, for actual enjoyment rather than topics of
conversation, he is considered to be an old fogy? Well, well, and how could
a little pupil of Stan Cochranes and your lascivious but charming sister
think of marrying such a pious man? Answer me that?

Perceiving his manner to be a joking one, Marion giggled. To tell you 
the truth, Herbert, dear, I married you to reform myself. I hoped to forget
the vile things I have been forced to learn from my lecherous sister and
her bull of a husband. But now it looks as if I have gained little for the
peace of my soul.

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They both laughed, and, the awkwardness dispelled by this mutual
confession, they entwined in their first physical embrace. Her luscious
young breasts heaving, Marion strained her body upward as if to fuse it
against that of the equally inflamed man. His throbbing tool, now swollen
to its full size, lay against the girls thigh like a hot iron.

Marion felt her whole body tremble, and it seemed as if her pubic hair
stood on edge.

Take me, Herbert! she cried. Do anything you want! Beat me! Im yours
to do whatever you like with! She slid her hand quickly down his flank
until it grasped the powerful engine of his sex. She squeezed it, caressed
it, covering and uncovering the head with sliding motions of her hand.

Herberts hand had found a corresponding object on the shapely body that
lay beside him. His fingers toyed with the curling little brush of hair,
combing through it and pulling gently, each time pausing to touch the
faintly moist lips of the anticipated treasure. He could feel the
involuntary contracting of the girls muscles each time he repeated this
caress, and, growing bolder, he rubbed a finger along the groove, back and
forth until it had moistened sufficiently to become an entrance. His finger
went in to the first joint, and then, instead of the slow but inexorable
advance into that delectable cavern, the finger met an obstacle. He pushed
a fraction harder, but with no success. He looked inquiringly at his bride.

I say, didnt Stan er-er, ah-put his tool in your-?

Marion became embarrassed again. No, Herbert, darling. He didnt do
that-he said that it was against his code to deflower a virgin. He said
that was a husbands pleasure.

Damned considerate of him, Herbert said with a touch of sarcasm. What
else did he say?

He said that after I was married he was going to have a piece of me if
he had to tie my husband to a tree while he was getting it, Marion said,
feeling a desire to arouse Herberts jealousy.

But Herbert laughed. So thats his game, eh? Well, why not? Plenty of
men have tried to have a bed party with your sister, and have perhaps
succeeded-meaning no offense to your charming sister, of course. Turnabout
is fair play. When we return to the Dunes Ill see if he will agree to a
temporary trade-a comparison of brands, so to speak. That is, of course,
provided that your sister would not be averse to sampling the product of
her brother-in-law.

Marion was startled by this evidence of a broad-mindedness that
surpassed even that of Stanley, so far as she knew. But any feeling that
she may have had in anticipation of the day of return was side-tracked by a
more immediate task at hand. Instinctively, she wriggled her body slightly
against Herberts, communicating to him that, for the time at least, Stan
was not on hand to bargain with.

Herbert held back the expected embrace. His face still bore a puzzled
look. Well, if he didnt actually take you, what did he do, besides
stripping you naked?

He-kissed me-all over.

Oh, he did? said Herbert. And did you like this kissing?

Again Marion blushed. But excited now almost beyond endurance, burning
with anticipation of what was in store for her, she smiled and answered. I
must confess that it gave me supreme pleasure. Although at first I thought
this caressing strange, and even disgusting, I was soon disabused of that
idea. Stan, and Mildred too, assured me that this form of love-making was a
favorite relaxation among lovers, as well as being an excellent stimulus to
jaded passions.

Herbert said nothing in reply, but Marion was not long in learning that
he agreed with this pronouncement. For he had begun kissing her with
uncontrollable fury, exploring each curve and crevice of her body with his
fevered lips, first her breasts, letting his lips pause lovingly on these
pointed beauties, his tongue tickling their nipples until Marion thought
she would swoon with delight. Then his lips moved on and downward, over the
white, velvety belly until they found the navel. At the same time his hands
were stroking her thighs and legs, pausing now and then to pat or squeeze
some particularly delightful spot. Marion gave a little gasp of pleasure as
the burning lips rested for a brief moment on her sheath, and, throwing her
legs open wide she invited him to the feast.

Herbert needed no urging, and his subsequent actions proved that he was
no novice at this game. Bending to the task, he applied his tongue to the
fiery region of delight, while Marion, no longer murmuring shamed protests
as she had done when first subjected to this experience by the ruthless
Stanley, wiggled her deliciously curved loins to meet each darting movement
of his serpentine tickler.

Oh-oh-oh, Herbert, darling, that is marvelous! she gasped in rapturous
ecstasy. Oh, it thrills me to the very center of my heart. I have never
known such pleasure to exist!

Abruptly, Herbert raised his head, and, half-turning, looked at her.
Although this amorous dalliance had brought him even nearer to the climax,
he still was bent upon wreaking a kind of vengeance on this lovely girl.
Even though he boasted of a broadminded outlook on such matters, and indeed
felt a sort of gratitude to Cochrane for having performed the preliminary
tasks of breaking down her resistance, he was determined to humble this
girl, to force her, if necessary, to respond in kind.

Therefore, he turned over on his side so that his rampant organ, swollen
almost to the bursting point, dangled against her breast, scarcely six
inches from her lips. Seeing the monster at such close range, Marions
first impulse was to cry out in shame, to turn her head from such vulgar
familiarity. But one look into Herberts flaming eyes told her that such
theatrics would avail her nothing. So she smiled, and, clasping the rearing
sphere in her two hands, she pressed it wildly to her breasts, turning so
that it lay between the heaving mounds. Feverishly she rubbed and tickled
it, even squeezing her breasts together, enfolding the member in their
gentle caress.

Herbert shifted his position slightly, bringing the ruby crown half the
distance to her mouth, while his hands continued to explore her lower
regions, concentrating on the most maddening spots. His virile shaft now
grazed Marions dimpled cheek.

Oh, darling, please dont make me wait any longer! Oh, please, ravish
my body with it-kill me, if you like, but dont excite me more or Ill lose
my reason! Im crazy for it!

Herbert continued to stroke and squeeze the girls delicately molded
hips and run his fingers through the curly thatch of hair wherein he had so
recently planted the most ardent kisses. Then, without speaking, he reached
down and, grasping his tool with one hand, guided it deliberately to
Marions lips. She turned her head, gasping:

Why, Herbert, how can you push that thing to my lips?

Herbert laughed shortly, the sound coming in wheezing gasped that
betrayed his excitement. Come now, Marion, my dear, Im sure that Stanley
Cochrane hasnt let you be a stranger to this pleasure. Surely he impressed
upon you, during his so very generous tutoring, the necessity for
reciprocity.

No, no! Marion gasped. He didnt. I never heard of such a thing. The
truth was that Marion was eager to apply her lips to this lovely giant, as
she had indeed applied them to Stanley Cochranes, but one last spark of
maidenly purity impelled her to simulate unwillingness. So, though she felt
the desire to fall upon this stiffened organ, to push it all the way down
her throat, if possible, she determined to resist the impulse until Herbert
used more coaxing methods.

This feeling must have been communicated to Herbert, for he changed his
manner of attack immediately. Renewing his fond caresses on Marions pelvic
regions, he rolled over on his back and with his powerful arms lifted the
girls unprotesting body up and over, so that she now lay atop of him, her
thighs straddling his neck. Her rosy buttocks, divided by a deliciously
mounded alley, terminated in a shadowy region that secreted that mecca of
all lovers pilgrimages. Spreading the satin thighs a little, the nest came
into view, hanging temptingly a scant hands breath above Herberts face.
With a little shudder of delight, Marion felt the contact of his ravenous
tongue as his hands pulled her buttocks gently into position.

Marion now lay in such a position that Herberts protuberant weapon
reared upward directly before her face, waving ever so slightly as if 
urging her to taste its sweets. Her hands crept passionately over his belly
and groins. With trembling fingers she smoothed the pubic growth, and,
adventurously letting her fingers go still lower, stroked and petting the
terrifying bag that hung suspended beneath the rigid rod. The caressing
motions of that tormenter at work between Marions thighs had now begun to
have their effect. With a weak cry of acquiescence, she placed her lips to
the crimson head. Her tongue fairly leaped to its duty, and opening her
mouth she welcomed the raging visitor. Pressing her head downward, she let
the member slide backward until she almost choked, then, remembering
Mildreds demonstration of this dalliance, which both Mildred and Stan had
told her was the most thrilling and delectable of all embraces, she let it
slip out until only the burning head remained in seclusion. Her tongue,
inexperienced as it was, possessed some instinct that guided it to the most
exciting regions, and worked furiously to repay caress for caress.

Trembling with lust, their passions whipped to fury by their mutual
embraces, the two bodies jerked and writhed on the silken rug. Marion felt
the fire within her groove increase, unallayed by the wet tongue of
Herbert. Panting with nervous tension, driven to complete abandonment by
this tantalizing maneuver, she pressed her slit still closer to Herberts
hot face, and, burying her head between his thighs, licked madly at his
squirming buttocks for an instant, then seized the palpitating monster once
more with her lips and pushed it greedily into her mouth. Her whole body,
mind and soul, was now consumed by lustful excitement, and it is to be
doubted if she would have consented to relinquish this morsel, even had a
dozen strangers walked into the room. Alternately licking and sucking at
this treasure, she felt it become harder with each touch. Suddenly she
realized that she was about to spend, and with this realization she knew
that Herberts staff was about to do likewise.

For an instant she felt a revulsion at the idea of receiving this
offering in her mouth, although she had seen the lascivious Mildred, under
a similar circumstance, not only permit the volley, but swallow its
jelly-like content, and even continue her oral ministrations until the last
drop had been extracted. But she had no further time to decide whether to
accept or reject the discharge, for at this moment, with a muffled scream,
her body jerked spasmodically as Herberts ruthless attack accomplished it
purpose. So weakened from the thrilling ecstasy of the deluge, she could
not have pushed Herberts member from her mouth had she wanted to do so,
and, as he in turn began to heave and squirm in the throes of his own
gushing climax, Marions lips tightened on the twitching shaft. The torrent
filled her mouth, overflowing onto her cheeks, as ejaculation after
ejaculation came rushing forth. Delirious from the effect of this
culmination, she continued her ministrations until her mouth was filled,
and not to be outdone by Mildred, did with this gelatinous mouthful exactly
as her sister had done.

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Exhausted at last, the conquered giant, now rapidly shrinking in size,
slipped from her parted lips, and Marion rolled from her position to lie
limply on the floor at Herberts side. She lay with her eyes closed for
some time, her mind reeling with tumultuous recapitulations of the scene
she had just aided in enacting. She realized, with a fleeting feeling of
shame, she had committed an act that a week before would have terrified her
with loathing by its very suggestion. Her senses, whipped and goaded during
these days by the lecherous Stanley and her sister, who was no more
restrained in her lovemaking than he, had now surrendered to the advance of
a lustful man! She, Marion Stone, erstwhile flower of innocence, was now
cognizant of such emotions that, even though sanctified by a marriage
ceremony, were no less carnal in their implication. Married or not, she had
succumbed to Herberts blandishments with no more compunction than had she
been an outright harlot. Suddenly her lifelong training in seemly and
chaste conduct manifested itself, and she felt ashamed and humiliated. She
stole a glance at the reclining form of her husband and preceptor, hoping
vainly that he would be so exhausted that he would have fallen asleep.

She was doomed to disappointment. With a shrinking feeling of despair
she saw his eyes open and watch her with rekindled fires of lust. Reaching
out, he grasped her shoulders and pulled her to him. Clutching her
trembling form in his arms he stroked her milk-white backside and breasts,
and eagerly his lips, still humid from their frenzied embrace on her
burning crevice, sought her mouth. He murmured passionate and obscene terms
of endearment, half-understood because of the double duty his lips
performed.

She caught the word screw, recognizing it as one of the names for the
sex act as revealed to her by her lascivious sister, and feeling that she
could not stand another intimate ceremony with Herbert until she had had
time to recollect her senses, she made imploring protest.

Please, Herbert, not now. Oh, spare me for a little while-spare me. Im
not used to such this time. Ill die!

Nonsense, said the now thoroughly aroused Herbert. You are not
exhausted, nor are you likely to be-that is, from what I alone can do. No
man can stand up against the consuming passion of a young and beautiful
woman. You will be straining at the leash, so to speak, when my battering
ram has curled up and died.

Marion had opened her mouth to renew her pleasure when suddenly she felt
herself being rolled over on her back. Gently but quickly her thighs were
forced open and the strong body of her husband thrust itself within this
lovely nook, couching itself on her shapely belly. The hardening instrument
danced wildly against her genital mound, as if seeking the cavern of its
own will, and Marion felt its great length searing her flesh as he strained
his body to hers. This time there was no response from the girl. While a 
few minutes before she had begged him to storm her womb with this frightful
weapon, she now was assailed with the fear that it would injure her, tear
her open. She had heard that such entrance resulted in bleeding, and she
saw herself in a fleeting vision, bleeding to death while the unheeding
Herbert battered away with his bludgeon. She struggled ineffectually to
escape from his embrace, which only grew stronger with each attempt she
made for freedom.

Oh-please, Herbert-for Gods sake, not now-Ill-Ill-Ill even take it
in my mouth again to satisfy you! But please, dont enter me-the other
way-at this time. Let me recover my senses.

Herbert was unrelenting. Raising himself slightly he seized his
throbbing machine with one hand and pushed its head against the moist lips
of her vagina. Wet from the delicious agitation of his tongue, the crevice
offered but little resistance, so far as its threshold was concerned. And,
while Marions thighs threshed vainly to dislodge the intruder, the
increased pressure of Herberts body decreased her ability to move except
in a rising and falling motion. This movement did little to repulse the
shaft, rather permitting it to embed its red head all the more firmly.
Realizing this, Marion sighed with resignation and lay limp, unable to flex
her muscles for the dreaded shock of the complete coupling. Excited by his
success thus far, and reveling in the feel of the tightly clutched lips
around his steaming engine, Herbert braced himself and made the final
lunge.

With blind fury he shot the arrow to its mark, feeling it tear its way
through the obstructing membrane with a kind of brutal ecstasy. Marion
screamed with pain and fainted away. Unheeding her pale bloodless face, and
of the lips writhing in pain, Herbert continued his goatish attack until he
had spent himself. It was not until he had risen to fetch a towel from the
bathroom that he became aware of her condition. Then, trembling with
fright, he fell to her side, covered her face with the tenderest of kisses
as he pleaded with Marion to open her eyes.

Oh, my darling Marion, forgive me for being such a beast! I was so
carried away by my desire for you that I lost my head. Oh, open your eyes
and speak, my darling, and tell me that you forgive me. Humbled now, by
fear and anxiety, he covered her naked thighs with the towel, and, taking
the half-conscious Marion in his arms, he implored her to show by some sign
that she was not in danger. He stroked her wrists, shook her head gently,
and at last, springing to his feet, tore open his handbag and brought forth
a bottle of brandy that had been placed there by his thoughtful valet. A
few drops of this strong liquor, forced past the girls lips, caused her to
shudder slightly and open her eyes.

Herbert cried joyously at this evidence of life, and, taking her gently
in his arms again, covered the pretty face with loving caresses. Oh, my
sweetheart, I was afraid Id killed you. You must forgive me-I was
temporarily gone mad. I have not stopped wanting you since I saw you
clasped against Stan Cochranes naked body. You have haunted me since that 
moment-I could not help it.

Marion gazed up at him with troubled eyes. She was still numb with fear
and pain. The brutal entrance had given her a devastating shock, and
forcing her as he had, at a time when she was filled with shame at having
so lasciviously embraced his organ with her lips, the experience had given
her nothing but pain. Although Herbert had inundated her with his boiling
fluid, there had been no like response from her shock-ridden loins.

Herbert seemed to realize this, for he gathered the exhausted girl
gently in his arms and laid her on the bed. Then, shamefaced, he placed a
damp towel in her hand and went into the bathroom, feeling that Marion
would appreciate the chance to attend her wound with no audience. After a
safe period of waiting, during which he made his own ablutions, Herbert
returned to the bedside. Marion had crawled beneath the covers. She looked
up at him, saying nothing, and Herbert, seeing that she was trying to ask
for temporary mercy, kissed her softly and told her to go to sleep. He too
felt weakened by his two hasty losses, and was not averse to a few hours
rest. He lay down beside the frightened girl, and. patting her
reassuringly, sank into a sound sleep.

Chapter 28

Marion awoke several hours later, at first not realizing where she was
or what circumstances had brought her to the strange room. She stirred, her
body coming in contact with that of Herbert, who still slept. She recoiled,
starting up as if to leap from the bed. Then remembering that she had been
married that afternoon, she sank back against the pillows. Lying there in
the gloom of the darkened room she tried to untangle the queer jumble of
thoughts that raced through her mind.

First there had been Stan, breaking down her resistance with sly
arguments and bolder caresses, subjecting her to one embarrassment after
another in the process by which he had awakened in her mind ideas which she
would have rejected at the time of her arrival at the Dunes. Thinking back,
she recalled that day when, paying no heed to her entreaties, he had
exposed her body and driven her into spasms of delightful torture with his
obscene caresses.

Then there had been that night when with her own sisters cooperation
she had been a witness to that act politely known as the conjugal relation.
Trembling with shame and excited lust, she had shared Mildreds bed, and,
as their naked bodies fused in lascivious heat, she had thrown maidenly
innocence to the wind and become as much a party to the orgy as the other
participants would allow. She recalled with recurring shame the mad delight
she had taken in thrusting her lips against the genitals of both Mildred
and Stan as they writhed and pitched their bodies in mutual excitement.

She thought too, of the wild desires the feel of Stans scepter had 
aroused in her, and how eagerly she had looked forward to the consummation
of her marriage with Herbert; how when alone with Herbert at last, and
stripped of her clothing, she had confessed-yes, boasted without shame of
her pre-marital initiation-and had kissed that noble weapon with all the
ardour of a bacchante. Then, reminded of the shocking climax-amounting, in
fact, to rape, as Herbert so rudely forced his way into her tiny crevice,
impaling her helpless body until she had fainted away-she felt extreme
nausea and thought for a moment that she would become ill. Her loins still
ached from the recent bombardment, reminding Marion of the merciless
assault, and she feared to move lest the pain increase.

At this moment Herbert awoke. He turned on his side, facing her, at
first with surprise, then remembering the events of the day before, he took
her gently in his arms, fondling her lovingly as he begged again for
forgiveness. Pouring out words of endearment, he asked that she not be
frightened by what had happened, and Marion, calmed by his tender tone,
assured him that she had been as much as fault as he.

They lay thus for some time, murmuring in low voices as, still
half-asleep, they exchanged mutual confessions of blame for the violence of
the night before. But soon, as Marions seductively curved body came into
closer contact with his own, Herbert felt his excitement returning, and
although, to give him his due, he brought every mental exertion to bear in
an attempt to dispel his carnal thoughts, his weapon refused to cooperate
and came to a stand in slow, methodical jerks.

Marion was not unaware of this happening. Feeling the touch of it
against her thigh, she at first thought it to be his hand, and she had
shrunk from the contact. Then, noting that he held her with both arms, she
gave a little cry of fear as she realized the identity of the groping
object.

Oh, Herbert-please-I cant do it-not now. Oh, please, dearest Herbert,
how can you do such a thing? Is that all men think of?

Herbert looked at her with an astonishment that was not wholly
simulated, then he laughed softly, reassuringly.

Why, Marion, darling, I assure you that the disturbance you feel down
there is not due to any deliberate thought of my own. The rascal is merely
responding of his own accord. You see, my dear, a mans self-control has
its limitations. To take you again at this time, while you are sore and
exhausted, is furthest from my mind. Nevertheless, that stiffening brute is
not equipped with a conscience. He knows only that he is within reach of an
adorable resting place, and, despite anything I feel, will not be satisfied
until he comes to his goal.

But-youre not going to-let him have his way, are you, Herbert? Marion
asked timorously. The now throbbing monster scraped menacingly against her
thigh, and, thinking to ward off any sudden attack it might make, she
grasped it timidly but firmly in her hand. The touch of the pulsing organ
quickened her breath, and, although she shrank from the thought of it once
more tearing into her vitals, she could not resist the desire to feel its 
smooth hardness, to caress it with tingling fingers.

Youre not helping to allay its hunger, you know, Herbert protested.
If you continue that delightful manipulation, the poor fellow might break
loose, and if that happens, my darling Marion, I cannot be held responsible
for what happens next.

Marion jerked her hand away, but almost immediately she had seized it
again, this time cupping her fingers over the ruddy tip. Suddenly she was
trembling with a wild desire, and, fighting to shake it from her mind, she
buried her face against Herberts shoulder, but at the same time
strengthening rather than loosening her grip upon the impatient bludgeon.
She began to sob.

Herbert patted her shoulders, soothingly. Why, whats the matter,
sweetheart? Theres nothing to be afraid of. I promise that I will not let
the horny scoundrel loose upon your charming nook until you give full
consent.

Marion continued to weep. Then, half-audibly, she blurted out her
confession. Oh, Herbert, I do want it-the very touch of it sets me on
fire. But you were so rough when you put it in there. It wasnt at all like
when you-when you put your-!

He could not here the rest, but he guessed her meaning. I understand,
darling, he said. And you want me to repeat that delicate caress? Well,
Im not against such a proposal. In fact it gives me great pleasure to
titillate your rosy little button with my lips. But you must realize that
such a procedure only makes more ravenous the appetite of that monster
which you have now leashed in your pretty little fingers. Unless you are
willing to reciprocate as you did before, I am afraid that my kissing the
adorable little nest will ruin my good intentions.

Marion did not answer-with words. He felt her grip tighten on his raging
tool as with a little cry she slipped from his arms. Before he knew what
had happened she had thrown back the covers, bringing the object into full
view, as well as their nude bodies, and, reversing her position with one
quick whirling motion, she had sheathed his giant pole in her flaming lips.
Nor did Herbert have to reach for his share of this feast. Yoking his neck
with her shapely thighs, she thrust her silt squarely against his mouth,
and his tongue darted forth to give it greeting. Mouth to sex, the two
figures writhed on the bed in a jumble of arms and legs. Gone now from
Marions mind was all restraint, all shame. As the stiffened organ
responded to her lewd ministrations, she thought of nothing but of drawing
forth its liquid, of feeling the hot gush flow into her eager throat.

Thus they spent the remainder of the day, Marion exhibiting a
nymphomaniacal greed that would scarcely allow Herbert time to rest between
bouts. Her face was flushed with unsatiated passion, and, even as they ate
the meal that had been ordered at Herberts insistence, the corrupted
Marion toyed with the thing that gave her such pleasure. She talked in a
gabble of obscene, senseless endearments, as though she confused everything
with the act she came to regard as the culmination of ardor. Three times 
during the afternoon she repeated it, and, when at last Herberts staff
failed to respond to her darting tongue, he began to fear that Marion had
gone insane from lust.

He sought to distract her from this relentless pursuit by a joking
reference to her capacity for enjoyment. Really, my dear Marion, Im
afraid that one man is not enough for you. Surely, if your attachment for
this new-found delicacy continues at this rate, Ill be too weak to move.
Why, look what youve done to my poor prick. He glanced ruefully at the
now shrunken organ, lying flaccidly against his leg. Why, it is utterly
exhausted. I venture that nothing could bring it to attention for at least
twenty-fours hours-not even if a lovely young virgin were to walk into the
room and place herself at my disposal.

Herberts words were by no means as casually impromptu as they sounded.
Within his mind there had been for some time the desire to be a witness to
Marions participation in carnal pleasure with another man, remembering
Harry Hamiltons strange delight in watching him as he plunged with
incestuous rapture atop the body of his sister. He had dismissed the first
feeling of horror he had had concerning amiable cuckoldry, and for some
time he speculated upon the chances of persuading Marion to give herself to
another man in his presence.

Marion, too, had found herself entertaining similar thoughts. With her
husbands once rigid tool shrunk to flabby impotence, her mind had once
again begun to see visions of Stan Cochranes muscular body, and all the
unsatisfied longing she had experienced during that night when Stan, with
his peculiar moral code, had refused to take her virginity, now returned.
Cannily, she now saw a chance to bring up a subject that she hoped would
win approval from Herbert.

How about Mildred? she asked boldly. Do you think that Mildreds
lovely nakedness would arouse that shrivelled thing?

Perhaps so, Herbert said, his interest aroused by the idea. But
surely Stan would object. And how about Mildred? I have heard that for all
her flirting around-her kissing other men and even letting them gaze upon
her charms-that she is as faithful as any man could demand. I doubt very
much, therefore, if she would be amenable to such a proposal. Besides, he
added, watching her covertly, what would you think of such a thing? Would
you share your husband with a woman-with your sister?

If it would make you happy, darling, I would not object. I think I
would enjoy a chance to revenge myself upon Stan by aiding in a scheme to
persuade Mildred to unfaithfulness. After all, he is to blame for the state
you see me in. Before I met him I was a pure and unsullied young girl. It
was his continual goading and persuasion that has brought me to this
state.

And what about your own passion? Herbert asked. Secretly his mind was
jubilant at the evident willingness Marion had shown thus far. Would you
perhaps seek similar enjoyment with Stan? Is that it? Do you not think
that, in fairness to Stan, he should be allowed to have his way with you? 
That is, if I take his wife, should he not be permitted to have mine in
exchange?

Marions heart leaped at the thought, but she managed to remain casual
in manner as she answered: That depends entirely upon you and Stan, dear.

Very well, then, he replied. I shall have Mildred for a night, and
you shall have Stan. Shall we return to the Dunes, or shall we telephone
them and ask them to come here-for a celebration of our marriage?

I think that would be best for them to come here, Marion replied. You
know, there are so many people continually dropping in at their place, we
might be discovered. Ill call Mildred at once.

Eager with anticipation of the denouement of this strange pact, Marion
picked up the telephone from the bedside table, and, after giving
instructions to the operator for the long-distance call, she waited with
unconcealed impatience for the connection to be made.

In a few minutes Marion was speaking to Mildred, telling her to come
with Stan up to the city at once. She refused to discuss details or answer
Mildreds puzzled inquiry, saying only that she and Herbert planned to
celebrate and that Mildred and Stan must come.

Herberts body tingled with renewed desire as he heard that Mildred had
accepted the invitation. When Marion returned the telephone to the table,
he took her in his arms and squeezed her lovingly. Ah, my darling, Im
happy to see that, despite your upbringing, youve quickly adapted yourself
to the pleasures of sex. There is nothing, after all, in our plan, that is
loathsome. Variety is the spice of life and Im sure that many marriages
that go on the rocks because of infidelity would turn out to be ideal
relationships if the husbands and wives would enter into such agreements as
ours. For while I love you very much, and am greatly excited by your
charms, still I am not immune to a temporary longing to enjoy another
woman. And if I do it, why shouldnt you? After all, a woman has the same
right to a change as has a man.

So, lying in restful ease, they planned a suitable reception for their
coming guests.

Chapter 29

In less than two hours there was a knock at the door. Marion had told
Mildred that they were to come directly to the room, and had given her the
number. And, although this had in some way aroused Mildreds curiosity,
neither she nor Stan were prepared for what awaited them.

Entering the room as the door swung open, their first sight was of
Herbert lying naked on the bed, with not even a towel to hide his now erect
weapon.

What the hell, Allison! Stan said in surprise. Isnt this rather an
unconventional way to greet your sister-in-law and her husband? He stared 
at the reclining figure, too dumbfounded to move from his tracks. Then he
was caught about the neck by a pair of soft feminine arms, and one of his
hands, raised involuntarily, felt itself in contact with a plump and
wonderfully molded female breast. Looking down at his captor, he beheld
Marion, similarly bare of clothing, her belly and thighs pressed tightly
against his own. What is this? he gasped. Am I crazy or are you people
crazy?

Still holding to him, Marion answered: What? Have you forgotten your
boast, made only night before last, that you would give me a good dose of
that elixir of yours the first chance you had after my marriage?

Stan glanced uncertainly toward the grinning Herbert, who still lay on
the bed, his pole rearing, as he watched the proceedings. Stan could think
of nothing to say.

Its all right, Cochrane, Herbert reassured him. Its a mutual
agreement. Marion told me that you had promised to assist me in my marital
duties, and I thought it an excellent idea. In fact, it seemed such an
excellent idea that I thought perhaps we could work out an arrangement
whereby we could each help the other. He glanced meaningfully at Mildred,
who, like Stan, stood rooted to the floor, but focusing her gaze upon that
prominently displayed instrument rather than upon the fair pirate who held
her husband in such lascivious embrace.

As the full import of this amazing plan became clear to the newly
arrived couple, they looked questioningly at each other.

Stan spoke first. Why, it is a mad thing-its barbaric! he stammered,
his attempt to put up a protective front considerably bungled inasmuch as
his arms held such an intoxicating burden.

Mildred showed little disposition to agree with Stan. The sight of
Herberts formidable sex had roused her to the utmost, and she had no idea
of refusing such an opportunity. This is a poor time to become the
outraged husband, Stan. You know that youre dying to have a piece of
Marion-in fact, you have already had intimacies with her, with me looking
on. Whats the harm of it so long as we are all here together? Ive never
denied you a new piece for a change, so why should you adopt a
holier-than-thou attitude?

Stan heard the words with elation. He was not averse to the scheme at
all, but he had been afraid that Mildred would refuse. Now, seeing her
willingness, he swooped the naked Marion into his arms and carried her to
the hitherto unoccupied twin bed. Depositing her there, he began tearing
off his clothes.

Mildred, with a frenzied laugh, cried: Ill beat you to it! and with
one movement slipped her dress over her head, leaving her entirely nude
except for a pair of lace panties, stockings, and shoes. In one jump she
was on the other bed with Herbert, and he, trembling with excitement,
pulled her down on him, his free hand ripping off the panties to expose her
beautiful curved buttocks.

Mildred pressed her belly against the throbbing giant, feeling a million
separate thrills racing against her body at the touch. Oh, Herbert, what a
lucky girl Marion is! Its so big! Stans is capable enough, but this thing
is huge! Its enough to split a girl open-how did you even get it in her
anyway?

I think that is the basic reason for your receiving this invitation,
Herbert said, laughing. It happens to be a little too large for an
unbroken young woman. In fact, it hurt Marions darling little cunny very
much-so much, to tell the truth, that I thought I had best let Stan limber
it up with his somewhat smaller dong before I attempted it again.

This was, of course, a remark intended to arouse Stans jealousy, but if
he heard it he paid no heed. Already Marions legs were spread wide,
exposing her furry nest to his ardent embraces. Stans tool, less clublike
than Herberts, was nevertheless of adequate dimensions to give any
normally proportioned receptacle a tight fit, and Marion held it joyously
in her fingers as her partner bent to that tidbit he enjoyed so much. But
the feel of the sleek serpent gave her such anticipatory thrills that the
gentler pleasure, exciting as it was, did not suffice. So, pulling her
greedy lips from their feast, she begged him to try the orthodox way.

With a glance at the already writhing figures on the opposite bed, Stan
lay himself between Marions open thighs, bringing his heaving tool against
the curly nest of hair rimming the moistened slit. Spreading its lips, he
inserted the tip into that delicious cavern, and, as they both uttered
little cries of pleasure, slipped it gently home.

Marion groaned in delight as she felt the rod gliding in. Herbert was
right, she thought, even if he had been joking. Stans tool was much more
suitable for a tight entrance than was that gigantic thing with which
Herbert had almost torn her open. Grasping his buttocks to gain the last
fraction of an inch, Marion tossed her body upward to meet each thrust of
the charger. Their lips glued together, she licked madly with her tongue as
he had taught her to do that day on the beach. Unmindful of the fact that
Herbert, despite his perch atop the lustful Mildred, let his eyes wander to
watch her at intervals, Marion squirmed and pitched beneath her mount until
at last, with a luxurious sigh of fulfillment, she reached the climax. Stan
outlasted her but one thrust, for the next instant she felt the inundation
within her crevice as the dam burst.

They lay, temporarily exhausted, unmoving save for the several
involuntary quiverings that came as an aftermath to the furious ride. After
an interval of several minutes Marion was reminded of the fact that here
was still another ring in this lewd circus, and, turning her head, she saw
that Mildred and Herbert were still at it. Herberts face was flushed, his
lips were taut, and it was in other ways evident that he was having
difficulty in unburdening himself.

Although Mildred was doing her utmost, with wild wigglings of her
delicious bottom, and although Herbert was excited almost beyond endurance,
he could not reach a climax. The several attacks he had suffered that
morning from the insatiable Marion had completely exhausted his seminal 
glands, and the result was that, although Mildred had spent three times
under the ministrations of that gallant and willing organ which plowed her
burning crevice, poor Herbert could arrive at no such blissful destination.
Still he lunged and pitched, unwilling to cry Enough!

Marion, inexperienced though she was, guessed the trouble, and with one
leap she was to the rescue. Crouching on the bed behind the two pairs of
gyrating buttocks, she bent her face and lips to that spot where the
frenzied bodies were coupled. Tugging at Herberts thighs she pulled him
upward far enough to break this lubricious connection, and, although
Mildred protested at this unwelcomed intrusion, Marion paid no heed.

Herbert, catching the meaning of Marions movements, turned halfway on
his side to give the new attacker more room in which to work. Without
further ceremony Marion took the sturdy prong, still humid from the
anointing it had received from the passionate Mildred, and, with dexterous
movements of her pointed tongue, labored to bring from it one more gust of
dew. The experiment was not without success, for soon Herbert began to
breathe fast and then he cried, Oh, baby, thats bringing it!

Hearing this Mildred leaned forward and began pushing Marion in an
attempt to recapture the tidbit for herself, but Marion was not so easily
disposed of. She clung doggedly to the now thoroughly revived stem,
thrusting it all the way back in her throat.

Oh, you pig! cried Mildred. Very well, then, if I cant have it all,
Ill have something better. So saying she squirmed from under Herbert and,
pushing him flat on his back, bestrode his chest in such a manner that her
steaming nest was immediately against his face. Herbert, not one to scorn
such an invitation, soon was giving her what she desired, and with evident
satisfaction.

At this juncture, Stan stirred himself and, seeing that he was being
deprived of his share of the feast, arose and joined the others.

Whats going on here? he cried in mock anger. Do you love birds think
that I am out of the running? If you do, look at this. Mildred alone of
the three could look without interfering with her pleasure, and she did.
What she saw made her cry out with delight.

Get up here, pet, she said, where I can attend to mothers little
lamb! Mamma will kiss it and make it sleep.

Stan did not need to be invited twice, and half-standing he leaned down
to bring his steel-hard engine in range of the already gaping lips.
Mildred, driven to ecstatic distraction by the snake-like invader between
her thighs, closed her mouth upon the ruby tipped protuberance. The four
bodies squirmed in obscene enjoyment, until, one by one, with but an
instant between sighs of bliss, they reached the end.
