Respect, kisses, face-to-face sex and a promise

Lucy squeezed the penis of the man she had just discovered was not truly her master, but her younger half-brother. The prick that had spent itself within her so many times, as the master of the house mounting his maidservant, was erect in her hand.

"Would you yet be my lover, Edmund Netherwood?" Lucy asked.

"What do you want?" he rasped.

"Would you, Edmund?" she pressed.

"Yes, damn it all!" Edmund exclaimed. "What do you want from me?"

"I want your words of courtesy. I am your sister, Edmund, as we both now know. You will speak to me and treat me with respect."

Edmund flinched at the word 'sister', but nodded. "I shall, Lucy," he said.

"If you would be my lover, you must show it in how you love me," she said. "Never without my consent. Never take me from behind or in my arse, not any more."

Edmund reddened. "But I've seen you spend when I take you from behind," he protested. "Even when I've had your arse."

"Not any more. You have your wife for that if she wills. Always take me face to face. And always kiss me on my lips and on my parts before you take me."

Edmund stared.

"Yes, Edmund, my parts," Lucy said firmly.

"All right," he said, measuring out the words.

Lucy squeezed his penis gently. It was still firmly erect in her hand. "Then I would be yours, Edmund" she said.

"Now for the promise," Lucy said. "If you get a child on me, you must adopt it."

"But if it's a boy, the rules..."

"...say Netherwood goes to him. Clarissa's younger than me. She could still give you a son. Or you can use French letters when you take me. On your honor, will you promise?"

Clouds passed over Edmund's face and lifted. "If you will have no other man, Lucy, I will so promise," he said.

"You will be my man, Edmund," Lucy said. "I will even do you Jack's service now and again." She squeezed his member again, referring to the just-departed manservant's oral attentions to Edmund's prick.

"Lucy, you knew?" he said softly.

"Kiss me, Edmund," Lucy said. "Kiss me. Kiss me and take me, my man."

Edmund gurgled and leaned forward, his lips meeting Lucy's for the first time. She felt his prick twitch and swell in her hand. He squeezed her close, his arms running over her back. He made to part her legs with his knee, but she turned him aside.

"Kneel and kiss me down there too," Lucy said.

Edmund fell to his knees, his penis slipping from her hand. Lucy hopped up on the low sink and spread her legs, pulling up her skirts. With a whimper, Edmund buried his face in Lucy's bush. She smiled as she felt his lips on her womanhood.

"Yes, Edmund, kiss what you love, and love it well," Lucy said. She put a hand on his head. She was startled to feel his tongue between her labia, licking. Only Lady Catherine and two of her Sapphic friends had ever done that before. Where had he learned that? And when Lady Catherine licked her on the spot Lady Violet liked to call the 'pearl of the female phallus'...

Lucy clapped a hand on her mouth to muffle a cry of pleasure. Her hips jolted and an electric wave of warmth flashed through her from arsehole to navel as Edmund licked her clitoris. Damn him, all this time he knew this and he'd just used her.

"Take me, take me, Edmund," she said.

Edmund rose and in a moment they were joined as lovers, face to face for the first time. Again his face seemed to change like spring clouds, chasing across the sky as she watched.

"God your face is beautiful when you're being fucked," Edmund said. "I never knew."

"It's 'cause I want you. Yours changes so fast," Lucy said.

"I, I..." Edmund stammered.

"Go ahead, Edmund. My dear lover. My dear brother," Lucy said.

Edmund convulsed and thrust forward, hilting his prick in Lucy's eager fanny and spending with a groan deep inside her. Lucy put her heels on his buttocks and dug in, pushing him into herself until she too spent, an unusual gush of her fluids bathing his prick.

They opened their eyes and looked at each other. Lovers? Rivals? Strangers?

Edmund cleared his throat and spoke.