WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 104: The Haunted Fuck House (8)

“October 15 – Father has brought good news, his business is to expand and he wants us to pack, we are going to Chicago. My sister and I are very excited.”

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Glancing through the journal, page by page, it went on much the same for the most part, with the trivial day-to-day activities of two young women. Most concerns were arrangements dealing with the housekeeper and their attempts to select foods and stuff from the local shops that their father selected. Few visitors called, it seemed that their father did not entertain family or friends. The highlights of their days seemed to be the occasional outings to the bookstores; their father seemed to encourage their pursuit of learning and knowledge. Occasional mentions were made of the elderly gardener who took care of the major tasks of caring for the grounds and planting the selection of flowers that the young women had made. No mention was made of a governess or widowed female relation that was in residence. Apparently, the father deemed it sufficient that they had each other for companionship and the housekeeper in attendance to keep an eye on their doings. Halfway through the book, it abruptly took a turn, as the handwriting seem to become more informal and hurried in its intent.

“July 31 – My sister and I had a most amazing day. Our father introduced us to a young man who appeared at our door early this morning. It turned out that he was our father’s new apprentice. He was a most handsome young man in his early twenties who spoke to us as if we were

royalty. We were both taken aback when our father told us he had a business meeting and would return later that morning. Father showed the apprentice to his work area in the library and instructed him on what he expected him to review and study until he returned. As father left the house, he requested that we be at the apprentice’s disposal until he returned. We were at first shocked, as we had never been left alone in a strange male’s presence before. Serena and I were both happy at the possibility of perhaps speaking with someone on our own, especially a young man.

Patiently waiting for an opportunity to speak with him, we decided to have morning tea in the Sitting Room. We first became aware of his presence in the doorway when he made a harrumphing noise in his throat to alert us to his presence. Inviting him to join us seemed the perfect chance to know him better and we invited him to take tea with us and have a seat. He politely bowed and entered the room, then chose to sit between us on the settee. As I poured tea and Serena offered cakes and biscuits, we began to relax and converse as if we were old friends. He proceeded to charm us with his wit and kindness and answered our many questions about his family and friends. As I sat and watched, my sister Serena seemed completely captivated by his presence. Her smiles and laughter drew his growing perusal and his manner became more and more relaxed.

I must admit that I was a bit green with envy that she had managed to capture his attention so completely, so I decided to try to draw back his attention to myself. I surreptitiously unfastened a couple of buttons at the top of my blouse, which I knew would reveal the skin of my throat. As he turned to include me in their conversation, I watched as his eyes widened at the sight of my pale neck before him. Feeling a sudden blush blossom on my cheeks I couldn’t help but be excited as his eyes seemed riveted to the exposed skin. Suddenly with my heart aflutter, I leaned forward to offer more tea and he was rewarded with a hint of revealed cleavage. I happened to look past him and saw my sister’s expression.

Instead of being angry at my attempt to ensnare his attention, she simply smiled and took the initiative, by placing her hand gently onto his leg just above his knee, in an effort to lure his focus back to her. Her eyes measured mine and began to sparkle with real mischief. Glancing back and forth between us, he carried on talking but we could see he was getting red under the collar at the sudden unabashed attention he was receiving. Glancing down I started with surprise when I clearly saw a bulge appear in

his trousers. While I was naïve, I knew the facts of life and it seemed a bit strange as I watched how he fidgeted in his seat, while trying to hide the evidence of his arousal.

Quickly glancing up I saw that my sister had noticed as well, because as I watched in fascination, she moved her hand slightly up his leg, nearer to his crotch. I gazed on in wonder as he seemingly turned as still as a statue, frozen in place. I couldn’t determine by the look on his face what he was going to do, the play of emotions across his face were a revelation. Suddenly, it looked like he was ready to bolt, when my sister followed up by gently placing her fingertips onto his stiff cock.

You could hear his audible gulp and his eyes swiveled wildly back and forth between the two of us. He did not fight, or push her away; in fact, he sat there still as a statue while her fingers traced his member its full length and breadth. The air was heavy with tension as I watched her fingers slip to the very tip of his member to massage it tentatively. I stared in awe as it seemed to grow in size and when it began to tent his trousers outward I looked up to see her quickly shoot a questioning glance at me.

I knew by the look in her eyes that she was remembering our discussions about men, and our curiosity of the knowledge that we had gained only from books that we had found hidden on the top back shelf of our father’s library. We had found them quite accidentally when we were searching for a remedy for poison ivy. Shocked by what we had stumbled upon we ran to our bedroom to study the books in secret. Page by page we perused the information there and some of it was quite graphic in nature. Astounded by the illustrations that were contained in one of the books, our discussions of male and female relationships became quite heated. I couldn’t believe that the reproduction of the species was hinged upon what the book referred to as intercourse. My Serena, being a year older, had the firm belief that the information must be true, but seemed to believe that the pictures used in the book were exaggerated. Her scientific sensibilities refused to believe that the male body resembled the illustrations listed.

Seeing the look in her eyes, I knew what she was going to do before she did it. I reeled in horror and fascination as I looked down to see her fingers slowly but surely unbuttoning his trousers while he sat there shaking like a leaf. Comprehension suddenly dawned on me that he, being a lowly apprentice, would surely be in trouble no matter what course of action he took. If he made a move to stop his employer’s daughter we could very well

complain that he was the instigator. If he tried to join in and was rebuffed he’d still be labeled as the problem. Sitting frozen seemed his best solution I reasoned, as I awaited further developments.

I didn’t need to watch her hands to know when she touched him intimately. If possible, he stiffened even more completely and seemed to hold his breath in disbelief before his mouth parted in a gasp.

Looking down I saw that his member was free from its clothing and jutting outward from his body. Tendrils of black curls were thick at the base of a length of flesh that seemed grotesquely large in its bloated state. I watched as her tiny fingers tried to encircle its width but fell miserably short.