She runs into her sisters

Belle barges into the kitchen just as the sun has finished and stopped in her tracks.

Sitting on an island in the middle of the large kitchen with a leg hanging off was Mabel.

She has her blouse open with her breasts peeking out as she slowly wipes herself down with a washcloth.

"Morning." Belle says as she keeps her head down to keep from have direct eyesight with her older sister.

"Morning." Mabel says as starts to wipe her with her hat, "You are back late. Busy night?"

"Something like that." Belle says as she walks past her, "Where's the bandages?"

"In the bathroom, in the cabinet. Why did one of your clients like it a little too rough?"

Mable chuckles as Belle quickly rushes past her and down the hallway. Mabel looks over her shoulder, "Don't mind the bloody bandages in the trash through. I had to take care of deadbeats who wouldn't pay!"

The door slams open and Mabel looks forward and sees Scarlett wit a small basket that had flowers and herbs in them freshly picked.

"And looked what the cat dragged in."

"Don't start." Scarlett hisses, "I had enough of a night as it. And will you cover up? Its bad enough that you and Belle like to screw everyone with two feet but do you have show your breasts too? What if the servants see you like this."

"Let them. Maybe it will make them happy to know that at least one of their owners is well endowed."

Scarlett just huffs.

"Found them!" Belle says as she walks back into the kitchen.

She stops as she looks at Scarlett.

"And where you have you been? Screwing that stable boy again I suppose?"

Belle didn't answer and just looks at the basket that Scarlett put on the counter, "Are those herbs?"

She then quickly rushes over to the basket and starts looking through them and picking certain ones.

While Scarlett was a little taken back by it, Mabel raised an eyebrow.

"Yes... um.. its for Bouverie. The poor man is all cut up after he and several of the other gentleman went looking through the woods for one of our slaves that ran away the other night."

Belle's head springs up in surprised.

"One... one of our slaves... ran away?" Belle asks, trying to hide her shock.

"Yes." Scarlett says not noticing her sister turning pale, "A young buck. I believe his name is Ray or something. It doesn't matter I'm just worried for my poor Bouverie. He can be so angry when the colors give him the slip."

"Maybe you should do more then give the general blowjobs and hand jobs and just fuck the man to take his mind off things then a poor soul who just wants his freedom."

"Sometimes Mabel, you can be so vulgar. I can't believe we came from the same mother."

"I can." Mabel replies, "I'm just saying if you weren't worried about conventions and shit like that, you would have mounted your poor general and made him yours like Mabel and I would done if we were in the same position. Right Belle?"

"Right." Belle says slowly backing away, making Mabel's curiosity peek a bit more.

Belle shakes her head, "Sorry I got to go. I'll keep an eye out for that runaway **** for you Scarlett."

She then quickly leaves and rushes outside.

"Well, at least we have one sister looking out for this plantation. I tell you Mabel we can't afford to lose slaves. They aren't cheap you know and your little potions to make women drunk and horny won't keep this place running and the debtors back. Hmm.. maybe Belle is finally growing up. But I do wonder why she acted so distracted especially when I talked about our runaway ****."

"Hmm." Mabel says looking out the window at her little sister running up the gravel path, "I wonder too."