Yes!

Straightening myself, i speak up. "Good Afternoon Sister."

Beatrice notices me immediately and walks straight for me.

"There you are. I've been looking for you ever since I heard. You have apparently limited the household staff to only one maid for your room. Why on earth would you claim a single chamber maid, are you TRYING to make my life harder?" she asks.

"How could this possibly make your life more difficult Beatrice? You're not the steward." I ask confused.

"That maid you've taken is apparently a rare beauty, or so I'm told. Beauty begets Beauty dear brother and I need maids about me that understand the hardships and work that come with it. I think it best you let me meet her so I can ascertain if we will allow her to stay with you or if she would be better suited as a Ladies maid." Beatrice says.

"I... I don't think that's the best idea." I say tentatively.

"I'm sure you don't brother, and yet it's what we're going to do." she says grabbing my hand and pulling me to my feat.

"Beatrice, you don't understand. She's not what you think!" I say.

"Smitten with her already is it? That certainly explains things well enough. Let me talk to her." she says leading me to my room.

I have **** but to follow and I can make no plea nor statement that seems to dissuade my little sister from her current course. Though not for lack of trying. When we arrive at my room I hesitate before opening the door. Should I knock? Should I not? Beatrice senses my hesitation and removes the choice from me as she moves forward opening the doorway and entering.

Marta is lounging in a chair facing the balcony, her feet resting on an ottoman. She looks up, a slow smile spreading across her face.

"Shut the door Uther." Marta says flatly.

I move without thinking, shutting the door. Why did I just do that so quickly. It wasn't a choice even so much as just ... like when you have an itch you scratch it without thinking. Beatrice, momentarily taken aback, looks back to me and then at Marta before straightening herself up and addressing the maid.

"With my mother long since passed, I am the Lady of this house. Now let us speak about your du... I'm sorry but will you stand up?" Beatrice says.

"No." Marta replies in quick fashion, as she leans back further into the chair, eyeing my sister up and down as if taking stock of her. Marta flicks her finger in my direction and points behind her.

Still standing by the door I move across the room and stand behind Marta. Even now I marvel at my own actions. Without thought I responded to her. But being this close to her, I gaze down at Marta from over her shoulder. Her ample cleavage on full display. Her heavenly body so close. I can almost even faintly smell that sweet smell from earlier still lingering on the air. I look to see if her cock is visible under her maids skirt, but from over her shoulder I can't discern.

"I... How dare you.. This is not the proper way for a maid to address the Lady of the house, stand up this instant." Beatrice says.

"No." Marta states flatly, then looking up at me. "I'm glad you brought your Sister to me Uther. I was just thinking on our situation and coming to the inevitable realization that the Lady Beatrice could be instrumental in helping us with our goals."

Marta reaches down to her skirt, and pulls her cock out from under it. She strokes it, there in plain view of Beatrice, and myself. She strokes that magnificent, heavenly, wonderful cock of hers. I feel my knee's start to buckle as I gaze at it. Before I can think, I'm on my knee's and crawling forward, my eyes locked on her cock.