Sisters

You adjusted yourself back into your pants, as your mother slowly fixed her hair. Mason Manor was 100 years old and was surrounded by woods in the middle of Rockton. Your father had sold off much of the former vast estate, and from fencing nearby you could see the busy town. The Rockton Gazette lay to the East. The Cannery to the West. North was the Episcopal Church, and the Mayor and his smaller estate was your neighbor to the South.

Still topless, your mother spotted Eloise and Eleanor as they exited the front of the main building. They shouted in excitement, and your mother responded by leaving the carriage and embracing them warmly.

You were concerned at her appearance, but you seemed to be the only one. No one else so much as batted an eye.

Your sister Eloise went to the Rockton Women's College. She was very outspoken, a suffragette, and was proud to have won the vote this year. She was still a year too shy to vote in November, but that would change before the next election afterward.

Eleanor had been in boarding school in New York up until last month, and you had barely seen her outside of holidays these last five years. You had strong fantasies of her, something you wrote of in your stories, which your parents now know all about. She would be attending College in the fall, as would you. Different colleges, of course.

Eloise and Eleanor barely acknowledged you, and you looked at them and your mother quizzically.

"Johnnie, we're preparing you. In the back yard lay several of your sisters' friends and neighbors. They are all set to ignore you like in your stories. Please feel free to use any of them to help with your disease." She smiled at you while finishing up.

"Ma," you said. "Stay topless." She smiled and neglected to fix her bodice as she walked around the house to the backyard.

Eloise began walking off, trailed by Eleanor, but you stopped Eleanor with a hand on her right shoulder. You turned her around and looked deeply at your fraternal twin. She ignored you as you tried to look into her eyes, as you traced the curves of her body. Your hands reached up and cupped her covered breasts, but she did not respond.

Your father walked by. "When your ready, girl," he said, ignoring you, "the party's in the back." She acknowledged him with a nod and stood there waiting for whatever came next. You decided to hold off, and let her go.

Following her plump behind, accentuated by a corset as well, you walk into the party. At least 40 women, mostly your age or a few years older, propagated the area. The sun bore down, but most were under shaded trees or at umbrella'd tables. Your mother and a few other similar aged women were on the back porch near the house. Your father was showing the few men, husbands and fathers who had accompanied their charges, his apiary, but he made a poor beekeeper and most were polite enough not to mention it.

You took it all in, and found your neighbor Henrietta and her mother Margaret nearby. They were at a table sipping light lemonade or maybe just cloudy water with a lemon twist. You weren't thirsty.

Henrietta was a suffragette like your sister, a fact that annoyed her father, Mayor Dugan. Her mother was much more conservative, believing a woman's place was always at her husband's side. Yet, the good Mayor was seeking favor in the apiary, and Mrs. Dugan was a few feet from you. You who could act upon her with impunity.

You walked up behind Margaret and began untying her dress. "John, don't!" came a surprise shout from Henrietta.

"Henrietta Cousins Dugan, you know the rules! Do not acknowledge him again, and allow him to do his business!" The crowd had looked over, but was now continuing its business.

"Yes, mother," said Henrietta, her eyes downcast as she was scolded. You finish untying the back of her dress, and slip it off, revealing an equally cumbersome underwear.

You toss her hat aside and let her hair down. Finally giving up, you begin ripping off Margaret's underdress, to the side glances of bystanders attempting to ignore you.

Margaret eventually starts quietly helping you remove everything, and she is fully nude, her light brown hair flowing down. To your surprise, she has very light pubic hair, so much so that you can make out the area underneath. You decide to explore further.

Leaning down, you push Margaret up against the table. You smell her insides, part the lips, and peer deeply at the anatomy of a woman you weren't even taught about in preparatory school. You have a sudden urge to pleasure her with your tongue, and give your penis a break.

And you begin to do so, as your mother walks up. "Mrs. Dugan," your mother greets nicely. "Mrs. Mason," she replies in heavy breaths, naked and gripping the table backwards. "How are the sewing classes?"

"They... are going fine. Your daughter... Oh, Lord... is ... she's ... coming..." Margaret lost her train of thought.

"Very well," your mother politely says before transitioning the conversation to Henrietta. You're in too deep to pay attention to what's going on.

So you leave her nethers, and arise, slipping off your pants and underpants to no reaction. You look Margaret in the eyes, grab her shoulders, and spin her around, violently pushing her onto the table and knocking down the pitcher and glasses of watery lemonade.

Henrietta attempts to quickly clean up the mess, but you spot a "No" nod from Margaret and Henrietta sits back down, probably annoyed at her spilt beverage.

You look at Henrietta and your mother engaged in idle chatter, as you plunge yourself into Mrs. Dugan's depths. It's tight and dry. Not familar at all. Mrs. Dugan stifles a cry, but her tears betray her anguish. You look down. Wrong hole.

Oh well, you continue this strange activity. Pounding back and forth, you exit one hole and enter another, taking her much more naturally. The table isn't made for such activity, and after the fifth push or so, collapses, sending Henrietta to stand up, and you and Margaret straight down.

Rutting on the broken table, you cum within the Mayor's wife, the First Lady of Rockton. She has bruises and cuts from the break, and probably didn't like the unexpected anal sex. But you flop out of her and stand up. Nude, and dripping juices, you take off your sweat-stained shirt and survey your surroundings.