He finds a sleeping Miss Amber

Dear Sir Williard,

As I was writing last night, the events of the day finally caught up with me and rather than risk poorly describing the disturbing nature of my brief encounter with Miss Amber in her room I retired to my bed where sleep found me with surprising ease.

Yes, the room that I entered last night belonged to the youngest of the three siblings. Almost as soon as I opened the door I discerned my mistake as the yellow glow from a small aether-lamp combined with that of the silvery moon streaming in through the window revealed the sleeping figure of Miss Amber where she lay upon her bed. I had intended to immediately try a different door, but in her sleep the young lady had thrown back her light covers and I was captivated by the sight of her bare arm and shoulder in the soft light.

I believe that I have mentioned previously that Miss Amber has for the most part been avoiding me since that first night we played cards together. Even though our interaction has been limited to sharing meals and occasional silent nods as we passed each other in the halls, her presence has not gone unnoticed by me. You would think that between the attention I've received between Miss Peach and her lusty dame that I wouldn't have the energy to even look at another women, but there is a reserved reticence to Miss Amber that I find impossible to ignore. Of course I could never stare at her like this at the dinner table or in the library, and so as she slept blissfully unaware of my intrusion I took the time to let my eyes linger on her sleeping figure.

Miss Amber's hair, perhaps two shades darker than her fair sister was fanned out across the white pillow and the strap of her nightdress was the only thing covering her otherwise bare shoulder. I could make out the slow rise and fall of her ribs where the light blanket was draped over her slender form as I slowly stepped closer until I stood at the foot of the bed and watched as her pale lips parted slowly in her sleep and she moaned softly. I confess, Lord Johnson. that I had secretly hoped to hear her murmur my name as she slept, but instead the noise she made was an inarticulate groan. Even that sound made my already hard member stiffen within my trousers as I wondered what she was dreaming about that evoked that kind of response.

I cannot say what came over me, Sir Williard, because before I knew it I had lifted the coverings from the foot of the bed exposing her delicate foot and the shapely calf above. Again Miss Amber moaned softly and her foot stretched as gracefully as a dancer's before once again disappearing under the covers. I should have left at this moment. In truth I shouldn't have been anywhere near this part of the house, but had I left then my late-night trespassing would have remained undiscovered; instead I moved to the head of the bed and scooped up a handful of the young woman's hair fingering the fine strands between my fingers like a tailor examining a shipment of silk. Her hair smelled of faintly of eucalyptus, and I was wondering if her bathing oils were imported all the way from Earth or if their was a native plant that had a similar characteristic when the rhythm of her breathing changed and her eyelashes began to flutter.

I was caught, Sir Williard! I am no master of subterfuge, nor am I in the habit of sneaking into bedchambers of young maidens, but I knew that if Miss Amber awoke to the sight of me slipping from her room, that my warm welcome here would be over. I did the only thing I could think of at the time and gently shook her awake.

"Miss Amber?" I tried to put as much concern into my tone as I could, "Miss Amber, are you all right?" I asked as her eyes opened suddenly and widened when she saw me by her bed. "You were crying out so loudly I could hear you all the way from the end of the hall." I told the confused young woman as she suddenly became aware of her bare arm and the blanket that had slipped almost to her waist.

"It, it m-must have b-been a nightmare." The young woman stammered out as she pulled the cotton blanket up to her neck. It is hard to tell in the dim light of the room, but I sensed the colouring of her cheeks as she tried to cover both herself and her frilly nightgown. There is no doubt that in that sheer garment, Miss Amber was as enticing as anyone I had ever seen including her mother in her fine lingerie or sister wearing only one of my linen shirts. Even with all my previously disclosed sins her on this cursed planet, I am ashamed to admit that I was more than a little tempted to tear away the blankets and throw myself onto the young woman's squirming form. I assure you my Lord, that I did no such thing.

"Yes, I think so." I smiled and gently brushed her hair back from her face in what I hoped, my Lord, was a fatherly gesture. "Go back to sleep Miss Amber, we can talk more about these night terrors in the morning." With that I left the confused young woman on her bed and without further mishap found my way across the hallway and into Miss Peach's room.

I confess that the way I climbed into that woman's bed and plundered her sleeping body was in no way gentlemanly at all, but over the past few days I have discovered that Miss Peach likes it when I take charge of our lovemaking and so was not at all displeased to awaken to me groping her plump breasts with one hand while the other dragged her nightgown up over her hips. I can only imagine how differently her virginal sister would have reacted had I lost my self control while still in her moonlit chambers. Miss Peach's nightgown became entangled as I pulled it over her head in effect binding the young woman's arms as effectively as any rope might have and as she squirmed and twisted beneath me I pushed myself deep within her tight sex imagining in my dark fantasy that it was the chaste younger sister that I was deflowering. Twice more I took my pleasure before I left; once with her on her hands and knees as I plunged into her slick vaginal canal while pulling at her hair much like a trainer might pull at the reins of a bucking three year old filly new to the saddle. Then, after finally freeing her from the constraints of the nightgown, one final time pressing her down onto her plush bed and gently rocking between her soft white thighs as God intended.

I did not, Sir Williard, as I had originally intended sodomize the poor young woman, so that will have to wait for a more opportune time. You see, after my encounter with her sister I did not feel I had the control needed to prepare her tight passage as her mother had instructed, but I did withdraw from within her before ejaculation upon all three occasions, so the chance of conception is (I hope) very slim.

I now must finish dressing and break my fast with one or all of the Peach family. I wonder if Miss Amber will seek me out to discuss my sudden bedside appearance last night, or if Miss Peach will want to know what inspired me to so savagely plunder her. I also have Hunter and his friends to deal with as well as the Lady of the house who has become frighteningly forward at times even in front of the help.