64. More evenings with the twins

When I returned home that evening, I found Louise and Margaret making ready to go out. They were calling on one of their friends and would have supper with her that evening, so for a change I had a whole evening to myself. The problem was that I found that I had no idea what I wanted to do with it. Thomas Langton had returned home to Aylesbury, Henry had gone to his house in Oxfordshire, Helena, obviously, was at her father's, with Charlotte, Caroline and Hermione. If I had really wanted to, I suppose that I could have found somewhere to go to or to be at - but I didn't really want to work that hard. Instead, I sat in my study for a while answering letters and trying to read, until I decided 'Deuce!' to that, and went up to my room, had a long bath and afterwards just lay on the bed in the gathering gloom of the evening, wearing just my shirt and musing (for want of a better word).

So far, I decided, things were progressing nicely. The presentation had gone well, I was keeping my promise to my mother, Caroline and Hermione, had settled on partners, Charlotte and the twins had not decided but I was not overly concerned about them, in fact I was certain that they would find their own ways before too long. Margaret and Louise usually had young men thronging around them when we went anywhere, and Charlotte always drew the attention of personable and quite eligible individuals, even though she never seemed to want to explore further.

I did find myself coming back to the possibilities of amatory games with Margaret and Louise. Just the thought of the tangle of pale, soft limbs, tender breasts and moist quims caused my prick to swell. I found myself hoping that they would visit me this night, because I had quite enjoyed our ménage on Monday night. Both women had obviously inherited the same sensual natures as their mother and sisters, and they both appeared to be keen on fucking, but what was most intriguing was the play between the two of them. Their tribadic inclinations and their willingness to submit to my will, were all possibilities that would stand further exploration.

I did not, I should be clear with you, wish to maltreat my sisters in anyway. Despite their, often - frequently - irritating behaviour, which I supposed came from them being so close to each other and having grown to depend on each other, I loved them both as much as I loved my other sisters, and I would do nothing to hurt them. However, sometimes when making love, if the woman behaves in a, for want of a better word, 'sluttish' manner, it can be most arousing. Not on every occasion, of course, but my associations with Major Raine, first in Jamaica and then Guadalupe, had educated me to all sorts of women, in the various bordellos there, and when a woman played the slut for us, it could be quite entertaining.

I was roused from my thoughts by a gentle knock at my door. It was late and it was not the way in which Barclay usually announces himself, so I assumed it was the twins again and called for them to enter.

They entered looking slightly nervous.

"Good evening, William," Margaret greeted me, with Louise nodding her agreement.

I greeted them back, "What is the matter? Is something amiss?"

The twins exchanged several 'looks' between them, and there were some half-hand movements that suggested that each of them wanted the other to go first.

I went and sat by the fireplace, it was too warm for an actual fire in the grate, and I indicated that they should sit down opposite me.

They both wore just a night gown, thin silk that clung to their bodies and emphasised their slim forms.

I offered them a drink - a tot of my rum, at which they pulled a face, so I poured them some of the madeira that Barclay had left out for me.

"Come, tell me what troubles you?" I asked.

The drink and my question seemed to break the spell as Margaret cleared her throat. "We were concerned brother."

"This is our third night visiting you," Louise continued.

"And - and because last night we did not look after your needs," Margaret went on, "We feared that that you would tell mama."

"And that she would be angry with us," Louise finished.

As hard as I wanted not to, I could not help laughing. "Oh, the Good Lord keep you and bless you, my sweet loves."

My laughter did not help. Both women went from nervous to indignant within a blink of an eye.

"For shame, brother, it is no laughing matter." Louise sputtered.

"Indeed!" Margaret added, "Mother insisted we take care of you. It was her condition for allowing us to sleep with you."

I stopped them. "And that is precisely what you did." I said, "Your mother will not mind that we did not fuck each and every night. Even the most ardent lovers need to sleep sometimes, and the last couple of days have been most tiring.

"Let me make a suggestion. Let us fuck tonight, as hard as we can, and I swear I shall make a glowing report of your efforts to your mama." This seemed to do the trick, as both of them broke out into happy smiles.

"Have we been good so far, William?" Louise asked as we stood up and went over to the bed.

"Yes, my sweet, the best."

"The very best?" She asked.

"Near enough not to matter." I told her, as we undressed and settled.

"One thing I need to tell you both." I said, and they both regarded me with serious expressions on their faces. "When we fucked the other night, Louise, I used you most roughly while you licked Margaret's quim."

Louise nodded, quite wistfully, I thought.

"I would be neglecting my duties if I were not to say, that this not a right thing to do."

Bafflement clouded their faces.

"Very well," I explained, "It is right if done in the appropriate place and time, such as we were on Monday. It was a natural thing to do between three people who love each other dearly, and trust each other greatly." Slow nods from my audience.

"It is not right to behave in such a way just willy-nilly. You are the daughters and the sisters of a duke, with rank and power. If you are going to play the slut, my loves, be careful with whom you do so."

I could see the comprehension forming, then Margaret said, "This is true. And I shall tell you brother, that we do prefer it the other way about."

"We can be quite imperious, when we want to be," Louise explained.

"Positively bossy." Margaret added.

"Demanding." Louise chipped in.

"There is only one man, we would play the slut for ..." Margaret continued, with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"And who would that be?" I asked.

"Why you, William," Louise positively cooed, as she began to kiss my bare shoulder.

"Only you." Margaret agreed, as she leaned her head down and licked at my nipple.

I must have shown some disbelief at this, because both women began to pay earnest attention to my torso - kissing it and stroking it, licking the perspiration from it, and doing so with exaggerated sighs and moans. None of which did anything to convince me that they were telling the truth. I sat upright, pitching them aside onto the bed.

"William?" Louise grumbled as she righted herself.

"I need you to understand me on this." I said, taking her by the shoulders and holding her before me. "This is something I take very seriously."

Louise looked crestfallen, I positioned her next to Margaret, and sat opposite them.

"Do you not love us brother?" she asked with an innocent tone in her voice.

"Stop that! You know that I love you both, very much." I told her. "Otherwise, I would not put up with your games and your jests. But in this I am very earnest and I need you to understand what it is that I am saying."

From the changes in their posture, this time I felt like they were paying attention. "Love-making, and fucking is the greatest pleasure a man and woman can have between them. And there are many different ways of enjoying that pleasure, sometimes it is as simple as lying entwined in the darkness, pressed together and just enjoying the sensation." They were listening now, nodding intently as I spoke.

"Sometimes it is about submitting and letting the sensation flow over you. But you must be careful to whom you surrender. Some people will take and take and take," I told them, "And never return anything. They will think only of their own pleasure and not of yours. They will use and they will abuse you."

I lay back against the pillows and I indicated that my sisters should come closer. The twins leaned towards me, taking their places on either side of me. I place an arm around each of their shoulders. "Do you recall when I asked about what you wanted from life?"

I felt both heads nod, "I meant what I said, I will support you in your choice. But your position, your rank, and just who you are will attract all manner of people - particularly men, who will seek to exploit you, to control you for their own ends. This is something about which you must be most aware."

"But did you not enjoy my sluttish behaviour?" Louise asked, emphasising the word as she said it.

I placed her hand upon my engorged cock, "You decide." I told her.

"I am simply trying to help you make your way in the world." I went on. "To help you understand some of the dangers that await you."

At this point, by some unspoken instinct they both leaned forwards and placed their hands upon my prick, soft and cool, they enfolded it, gently caressing it. "We understand William," Margaret told me.

"We really do," Louise asserted.

"I hope so," I told them both, "Because if I feel that you do not, then that will affect my decision to allow you to live in your own home."

Both of the hands on my cock stopped. Now, I thought, now I genuinely have your full attention.

"You are serious William?" Margaret asked.

"When have I ever not done as I said I would?"

They looked at each other. "Never." Louise replied.

"You mean it?" Margaret asked. "You would allow us to set up in our own home?"

"I would," I said, "IF I feel I can trust you." I sat back against the pillows.

"What must we do to convince you?" Margaret continued.

"I have told you my conditions," I reminded them, "What I need to see from you is that you understand them and are prepared to abide by them. No more games, my loves, I want no more of your childish naïveté, your fake innocence. You are grown women now, let me see you behave as such and not girls."

They both turned to look at each other, and for a moment it seemed as though they were talking between themselves, but without words or sounds. I have no doubt that each knew what the other was thinking and that they were making their decision as I watched.

"What would the alternative be?" Louise asked nervously.

"I find 'suitable' matches for you and marry you off." I told her. A look of distress passed between them.

"We must be discreet?" Margaret asked after another period of thought. I nodded. She turned back to look at her sister.

"No scandals?" It was Louise's turn. I confirmed this with another nod.

"And you will support us in this?" Margaret again.

"I said I would."

Margaret turned and kissed me, deeply, open mouthed and warm, melting into my arms.

"We are sorry, William." She said in between kisses, with no hint in her voice of the naïveté that was so irritating. Louise's hand was back on my cock, kneading the flesh, frigging her hand up and down, while fondling my pills with her other hand.

"We are sorry for all the times we have caused you to be vexed with us." She said, her touch was gentle, loving and most, most arousing. She also spoke in a subtly more mature way.

Margaret paused, "So very sorry," she said softly. I wound a hand in hair and pulled her in to me, continuing to kiss her, as I reached for Louise, and pushed her down towards my prick.

"We have always loved you," Louise said before she gave my cock a long slow lick with her tongue. "Even if we do not always show it."

"Speak less," I said, "Show me more how much you love me."

"Yes brother." Margaret answered for her sister, who now had my cock almost in her throat, as my hand in her hair pressed her head down.

"Help her." I commanded. I was trying my luck here, but I guided Margaret towards my prick and balls.

Soon I had both of them lavishing their attention on my nethers, while I gazed at their naked cunnies, as they knelt beside me, with their arses towards me. Almost without thought I slid two fingers into each of their exposed quims - much to their surprise. With a squeak they both stopped what they were doing, Louise to actually kneel up, while Margaret pushed back on my fingers, wriggling her bum at me as she did so.

"Louise!" I said in a stern tone of voice, giving her a gentle prod in the back, indicating that she should return to her task.

"Yes, William," she said meekly, and bowed her head again.

Margaret, on the other hand continued to push her cunny against my exploring fingers, to which I added my thumb. I used that to press her clitty, caused her to groan loudly. At the same time, Louise was bringing me very close to spending, her skill at fellating demonstrating that she really had paid more attention to the antics of Stable-yard Mary than her sister had.

I stopped diddling Margaret and pushed her back towards my cock, she turned to me in protest but I told her that "Sluts do not get to choose, sluts are used."

She still wanted to argue, so I gave her a loud, but quite restrained slap on her arse. Her look of amazement was quite amusing, though I did not show it, my hard glare convinced her that she should be sucking and not sulking.

I made them pause and knelt between them, my cock standing out in front of me. With a hand on each of their necks I brought my twin sisters' heads together and forced them onto my prick.

Their enthusiasm for such rough treatment was a heady sensation, the feeling of power that flowed through me, seemed to surge up into my erection, the thrust of my hips was powered by it, and when I spent, it threw the jism across my sister's faces and breasts and onto the sheets beyond them. I held them there as I came, and came, and came.

Immediately Louise bent her head and began to suckle my cum off Margaret's breasts who used her fingers to clean her twin's face. While they cleaned each other I lay back and watched them. It had been an enormously powerful cum, arcing my back and shaking me like a rag. But it had also frightened me.

I was raised to respect women and protect them. I despise men who brutalise women, but as I had face-fucked my two twin sisters - to use Charlotte's preferred term, I realised how seductive that feeling can be. For the first time I understood how men like Alfred Dodgson could behave in the way that he did. Power can be exhilarating, and exerting that power in a sexual way even more so. I knew this from my previous experiences, and have always managed to keep it under control, but what worried me was that it was a much more powerful feeling when my twin sisters were involved. I could have easily tipped over into much worse behaviour. I do not know why this was so. It may have been all of the years of being on the receiving end of my sisters' humour, but there was a siren's song in their submissive behaviour, that called to me. It was something that I would have to resist with all of my will.

Margaret must have noticed something, she stopped what she was doing - cleaning the stickiness off my cock - and came and lay next to me.

"Did you not enjoy that, William?" She asked.

"It was most arousing," Louise sighed, as she lay down on the other side, "Did you not think?"

"It was very enjoyable ..." I started.

"You spent most prolifically," Margaret observed.

"Cups full." Louise added.

"But," I interrupted them, "It was also exactly what I was talking about."

They both looked at me. "I was so close to losing control," I told them, "It so enflamed my passions that I am afraid of what I might have done to you. I might have hurt you."

Both girls immediately wrapped me in their embrace, "You would never hurt us, William." Louise whispered in my ear.

"Not you, William." Margaret whispered on the other side. "Not ever."

"We love you William, we really do." They both said simultaneously as they drew themselves more tightly to me.

"More than you will ever know," Louise told me.

"And truthfully, William, do you think we would have let you hurt us?" Margaret giggled.

I laughed. She had a point. I can only suppose that the court case and my concerns for the twins and their choices in life, and the fact that I was missing Helena, had affected my judgement so much that I had become over-concerned about them. In truth, there really was no one more adept at avoiding trouble or punishment than my twin sisters.

I felt Margaret's cool hand upon my chest, "Rest now, brother ..."

"Let it be our turn to look out for you." Louise said softly, as she too caressed my abdomen.

They may have wanted me to rest, but it was impossible, as first they frigged me to an erection and then Margaret climbed up and mounted my hard cock.

"I love fucking so very much," she said, between sighs of pleasure.

"It is indeed the very best of things." Louise agreed with her.

"Above all others." Margaret concluded as her spend came down, making her collapse upon my chest.

She did not get long to lie there, because no sooner had she kissed me in gratitude (though to be truthful, all I was doing was lying there with my prick aloft), than Louise had pushed her out of the way and mounted me in her turn.

Margaret moved to my side and began to exchange kisses with me. They were lazy, playful kisses, the sort of kisses that a satisfied lover gives. In the meantime, her sister was grinding herself against me, bouncing up and then down, and pushing her clitty hard against me at the bottom of her movement.

I held my hand up and she grasped it, using like a rest to push against in her passion.

Margaret rose up next to me, and looking down at me, asked, "Do you eat quim, brother?"

"I do." I told her.

"May I?"

"Please, be my guest." I laughed, and with that she lifted her leg over my head and lowered her sticky cunny down to my lips.

If I had been concerned about hurting my sisters in any way earlier, my fears were reversed when Margaret just settled down upon my face. I had to support her hips with my hands just so that I could give myself room to move my head about and lick at the various parts of her cunny.

"Is he doing it, Mags?" Louise asked.

"Yes, Lu-lu," Margaret sighed. "It is wonderful."

"Is he as good as I am?" Louise asked nervously.

"No, my love," Margaret re-assured her, "But you should let him lick you as well."

"Kiss me, Mags, tell me you love me."

There was silence for a few moments, and then I heard, "I love you Lu-lu, with all of my heart."

"And I love you too, Mags," Louise replied, "And I shall until the days end and we are no more."

Which was very much as I had come to suspect about them. I had no issues with this, after all I was in no position to judge anyone for who they loved, but it was a good thing to know where the twins stood on this.

Margaret's cum came down in a drenching flow which covered my face no matter how hard I licked and sucked at her. Louise also spent hard, quaking like a jelly on my cock, and soon they both lay beside me, pressed against me, lithe and perspiring, spent and languid. My sisters made many happy sighs as they lay next to me, and several times they moved against me, rubbing themselves against my body, leading me to think that they had enjoyed themselves very much. It did not take long before we were all asleep.

Eventually I woke again to use the chamber pot and in rising to do so, tried not to disturb my sisters. When I was done, I took a glass of wine and a pipe and, sitting quietly, reflected on the intimacy I had witnessed between the twins.

All of my sisters are close, but the twins have always been closer. They do not isolate themselves but they have always shared a privacy between themselves. Their nick-names - Mags, a short form of Margaret and Lu-lu, short for Louise, they only use between themselves. As I have said, discovering that they were sexually intimate with each other, did not surprise me. It seemed as though I had finally been granted a glimpse behind a curtain, a vision of what went on, when we others were not there.

I stood and went back to lie down with the twins again. Margaret was awake, while Louise was sleeping, so I slipped back into place between them.

"Well, William?" Margaret asked quietly.

"Hmmn?" I asked back.

"Now you know our secrets."

"It appears so, my sweet." I enfolded her with my arm. "You may rest assured that they are safe with me." That seemed to satisfy her, and she returned to examining the scar on my side. I have never understood why people do this, but she traced the shape of it with her finger, though it is less of a wound and more of a gouge, where the French dragoon's blade raked along my ribs.

"There are so many of these," she murmured softly. "And yet, thank God, you are still with us."

"Aye, thanks to Him, I came safe home." I agreed, "How long have you and Louise been lovers?"

"Lovers?" Margaret wondered. "I am not sure that we are lovers, brother, we are not having an affaire d'amour."

"Those were very strong affirmations of your love for each other," I reminded her. "'To the end of days and beyond'," I quoted back at her.

She nodded. "We love all of you, you, mama, Charlotte, Caroline and Hermione, but we love each other more." She said, "Just as you love all of us, but you save your deepest love for mama."

"You are lovers though - in that you share intimacy as well?" I offered.

Again, Margaret nodded, "I suppose we are then," she said, "Having watched Mary in the hay loft, we were eager to understand what we had seen. So, we turned to each other."

"You seem to have progressed quite far, even without a teacher," I observed.

Margaret agreed, "We have had many nights to explore and learn what it is that we can do and what we enjoy. Women are very blessed in having so many places which can give pleasure," She said thoughtfully.

"We do like hard pricks though, as well," Louise's sleepy voice said, from over my shoulder, she rolled towards me and pressed up against my side. "At least, we like your hard prick, brother." She added.

And with that vote of confidence, and brief view of the inside of my twin sisters' relationship, we slept until morning.