Lady Amelia Requests your Service

The rest of the day goes by very sweetly. You are requested to do your jobs, cleaning and tiding rooms that are too big and have too many things, but after such a nice morning... it seems almost unimportant. Of course, not all things are always shiny and bright when surrounded by so many mercurial women. It is very late in the evening when the lady Amelia calls for you, and she needs but a few seconds to ruin that magical aura that her sister Lily and doctor Evelyn took so much care in creating.

"Your dick. Out. NOW!"

When you enter the chambers of the Barton's Firstborn, she receives you in her usual quasi-nakedness, but unlike other times, she doesn't have her usually cold and detached demeanour. She is furious for some reason and she wanders around her own room like a trapped beast, she has a bottle of some strong **** half empty in her hands, the smell of the spirit invades the room like an intruder, her feet stomping the floor like she wanted to break it. After the soft and loving treatment of your other sisters, you cannot help but feel uncomfortable just by entering here.

"Are you deaf or something?" She says. "Get your fucking dick out." You stand still, too scare to react. She is obviously drunk. You don't know what anything of this is all about but she scares you. "Oh, for fuck's sake!"

She kneels before you, although there is no trace of submissiveness in her movements. Her black hair is as unkempt as her temper and her eyes shine with reddened fury. She almost breaks your bulgie to take it off the way, but when your cock appears before her, hitting her pale cheeks almost in defiance, she appears relieved, you almost get the hint of a pleased smiled, but it is too quick and faint. She gets closer to you, sniffing your genitals with her usual need. "Oh my... that putrid peasant smell... That's what I needed, babe." That might be the nicest name she has ever called you, but you don't feel any tenderness in it.

She swallows your cock, silencing her own moan, enacting her own forbidden and deviant pleasure. She seems willing to devour you, to possess your smell and the rest of you. She makes sure to hit her nose as close as she can to your tummy. She looks deranged and unstable. She let's the bottle fall to her side and it stains the floor. Her hands grab both cheeks of your ass, you feel them as claws that want to pierce you. In contrast to the nice and soft treatment your cock received just a few hours early, it's almost painful. "Move your hips!" She almost yell at you, spiting you dick out of her mouth, demanding your submission. "Move your hips and fuck my fucking face!"

You try to obey her, but you are too scared by her rudeness. This is all too suden, too mean for you. Why can't she just be nice like Lily? Why does she need to be like this? It is right them that you do the unthinkable.

"S-Stop." You mumble, but she doesn't hear you or cares. She needs your cock but doesn't care about you. "S-Stop. Stop... STOP, I DON'T WANT THIS!" You hear yourself say the words, you see your body move before your eyes, but you don't believe it to be real, even as you are the one doing it. You shove her away from you. You push the lady Amelia Barton away with your puny manly hands. Your dick gets dislodged from her mouth with a wet sound and she falls back, hitting her head against the bed.

And then there is silence.

Her eyes are wide open in stupor. You remain still. You know you have messed up big time, you have just rejected and hit the first daughter of maybe the most powerful woman in the city. As you begin to realise that, your hands start to tremble, then the rest of your body, you may have just ruined it all, all of Lily's careful plans to improve your life, just ruined.

But then, you notice that she is trembling too. Her hands ascend to cover her eyes, and her nose produces an unthinkable sound: She is crying. The lady Amelia is crying. You stay there, not knowing what to do: Women never cry, that's a men's thing. Women are supposed to be strong and stoic. Why would she?

"I'm sorry," she says. "I Shouldn't... I thought... I have just had a terrible day... The college, the... it has nothing to do with you... I just wanted to... God fucking dammit, I'm such an idiot! Everything is so stupid... I just needed a cock in me, I'm sorry."

You cannot believe what you are seeing. Rarely you can find a woman apologising for anything, but Amelia? Not in a thousand years. She doesn't look so scary now, she looks lost and sad. And even if your dick is still coated in her saliva you remind yourself that she is still your sister. 'What would Lily do in this situation?', you ask yourself, and the answer is clear: you get closer to her and hug her loosely dressed frame. "I'm sorry I pushed you away." you say.

"Did you really not like it?" She looks into your eyes. Her eyes are all teary and shinning and you cannot help but realise how beautiful they actually are. "I thought boys like it when... with my mouth." Even in her current state she seems almost ashamed for partaking in such a low and unfemenine form of sex.

"You are a bit rough... My dick is so sensitive... I..."

"I'm sorry." She caresses your cheek. "I have no one to talk about this, about anything. I needed..." Her hand descends to your chest. She gets closer, you smell the **** coming from her mouth. "I needed a nice cute man." You see her lips begin to open, a trace of saliva still uniting them. She moves just a little and closes her eyes for a kiss.