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 sister’s 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 spouse’s 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 I’ll 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 it’s 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 Stanley’s 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.
Mildred’s face-since she just reached to her husband’s 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 Marion’s view.
“Ah, old pet,” said Stanley, “that is a wake-up potion rather than a go-to-sleep caress. But I’m 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 we’ll 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 man’s 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 Mildred’s 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 we’ve dispensed with servants up here, and who is going to toast the bread while I broil the chops? She’d 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. It’s only her wily way of begging off and getting a chance to go to sleep again,” observed his wife. “Snatch her out. I’ve got her bath turned on and we’ll 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 sister’s 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.
“Don’t you dare, Mildred, Stanley!” she cried wildly. “Go away, everybody-everybody-or I’ll 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 I’ll 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 I’ll 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 I’ll die! Don’t-for God’s sake, don’t! I’ll 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 we’ll 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 sister’s person and in the latter’s 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, isn’t it, Stanley, darling? How sweet-tiny pink slit! Little shivering pet! Listen, Stan, get away for a moment. I don’t think you’re 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 wife’s flushed agitation and by the total disappearance of her mirthful mood, held the maiden in position while Mildred dried her sister’s 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 sister’s 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 sister’s 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 husband’s hand upon her bare arm caused her to note the stiffening of Marion’s 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 sister’s 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 Stanley’s 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, won’t 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 don’t 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 she’s got a flock of dimples here and there that I lack, but I’ll wager that my legs are every bit as large. And she breathed mischievously: “See if I’m 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. “Don’t 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 sister’s 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 other’s eyes.
“He-he does-oh-the most awful things so adorably-doesn’t 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.