17. Alone with Caroline

Caroline topped up her wine, it was clear that she was stalling for time. As I have said, when she is in control of a situation, my sister is confident, almost aloof at times, but now she was nervous, though she did mask it well.

"What now?" she asked.

"Please? Come sit with me, sister?" I indicated the couch by the fire.

"Do I scare you that much?" I asked as we sat down, "I thought from our conversation yesterday that perhaps you were interested in this ..."

"I am not scared of you brother!" Her voice was indignant. "There is no man that I trust more."

"What then?"

"I am just nervous," she said at last. "I have no knowledge of these things, of what to expect. Is it painful?"

I smiled, and nodded as I stroked her cheek. "There is some pain, but if it is done with care, the pain is fleeting and bearable. And if it is done right, the pain is part of the pleasure."

Despite the wine being a lighter drink, Caroline was relaxed. She was enjoying the feel of my touch upon her skin and leaning her head into the caress of my hand. As a family we often hugged and kissed each other, so physical contact was not uncommon. Gently I drew her head to mine and kissed her lips.

"Mmmmmm!" As she had in the coach the day before Caroline melted against me.

Now, without the heavy travelling coat or the stiff bodice that Caroline had worn in the coach, I could feel the soft swell of her breast more easily as my hand gently caressed it. She was not blessed with a large bosom but rather with one that suited her physique well. She turned her torso towards my hand while still allowing me to kiss her mouth. I could feel her erect nipple pushing out through the material of her gown. It was long and hard against my palm.

"Come." I stood up and offered both of my hands to my sister, drawing her out of her seat. I guided her to the bed and sat her there while I turned down the oil lamps that gave my bedroom a warm golden illumination, creating a dimmer, but no less exciting, ambience.

Asking Caroline to stand, I moved around her, and admired her willowy form. She is almost as tall as me, but I was still able to kiss her cheek from behind and then kiss my way down her neck and onto her bared shoulder, eliciting a shiver of delight that caused her to lean back into me.

It appeared that my sister was quite the sensualist, as she responded readily to my kisses, and caresses. I was eager to see her naked, but I was not going to rush through the moment.

"Ohh! William!" She breathed, "Such sensations!"

"This is just the beginning," I told her, as I undid the small button at the top of the back of her dress. I did not hurry, did not snatch or tear at her clothes. There are times for such behaviours, but for a first time I will always, unless the circumstances suggest otherwise, make it as loving and gentle a process as possible.

Caroline's dress fell to the floor, revealing her form clad only in a fine silk chemise, which clung to her and if anything, only enhanced her appearance. The soft, thin material wrapped itself around her, showing every curve of her body, every swell and every peak, yet revealing nothing. I felt my cock begin to swell at the sight of it. I helped her step out of her dress, now on the floor, placing it on a chair, before undoing my own neck-cloth and opening my waist-coat.

She turned to me, placing her hand upon my chest and leaning in to kiss me. "Kissing is delightful!" she said, as our lips parted with a quiet sound. "Isn't it, William?" I nodded with a broad smile.

By now Caroline was exploring the contours of my body. I pulled my shirt over my head and Caroline gasped at the several scars that now marked my skin, especially the one on my side.

"Oh!" She gasped, her fingers gently tracing their shapes. "I hate the French!"

I laughed at this, "Why?"

"Because they tried to take you from us." And she leaned in and kissed me fiercely. "My beloved, handsome brother. They are villains of the lowest order."

"And yet!" I told her, laughing. "I am still here!" I wrapped her in my arms and held her tightly to me. "And you are here and the French soldiers - who were only doing as they were told to do by Bonaparte - are many leagues away over the sea. Forget about them. Tonight, it is just us two."

Undoing her hair, I let it fall loose. Then I slipped her chemise down, exposing her breasts, which were everything I had thought they would be - firm, high upon her chest, a pleasant handful with long nipples. I have heard some writers who describe breasts by comparing them to oranges or grapefruit; or worse, in terms of the various gauges of cannonball. Breasts are beautiful, they are probably the first things that we as humans fall in love with. They are a sensual delight for both the bearer and her lover, they are neither fruit nor projectiles. In all of their delightful shapes and sizes, breasts are wonderful.

I would spend some time upon these delights but I needed to see Caroline completely naked. I continued removing her chemise until I knelt before her, at eye level with her lightly furred mons, easily one of the prettiest I have ever seen.

I reached up and taking Caroline by the hips drew her towards me until I could kiss her cunny lips.

"Aahh!" The gasp of pleasure as I kissed Caroline's quim was drawn out and full of joy. "Oh William!"

Caroline placed her hands on my shoulders and eagerly pushed her hips forwards. She had, I believe on Helena's advice, placed a dab of eau de cologne on the swell of her mound at the base of her belly, and it was a sweet floral scent, but not as sweet or as pleasant as the aroma of her quim as I licked her lower lips from bottom to top. The shudder that ran through her, starting at her hips and running upwards was a delight. I felt her weight come on my shoulders as she supported herself.

Holding my sister's wrists in my hands, to steady her, I stood up, and helped her step out of the chemise on the floor, and then gently pressed her backwards to the bed.

Caroline was a pliable, trusting doll, as I laid her down, her hips on the edge of the bed and began to devastate her pussy with my tongue.

I have mentioned before that I actually delight in cunnilingus, especially when the recipient is as responsive as Caroline is. Some women just lie there and allow you to proceed. Some are active and some are eager participants, pulling your head hither and yon, or trapping it between their thighs. Caroline was one of these last types, but without any selfish energy.

She moaned, she twisted, she thrashed, her spend came down, flushing my face with her juices several times, each accompanied by small orgasms of a short, sharp - almost momentary in nature, but no less powerful for that.

Eventually, I felt her hand press my head back, as she murmured "No more, brother! No more, please! I need to catch my breath!"

I helped her to move onto the bed proper and lay down beside her. A lock of hair had fallen down over one eye as she regarded me. "Oh, God, William! That was so good, it was almost painful."

I smiled, tucked the errant lock out of the way and kissed her.

"I have never felt anything like that!" She murmured.

"That is just the start, my sweet!" I said as I reached for her breast and cupped it. I pressed my mouth against Caroline's and sought to open her lips. As in our coach the day previously, she eagerly engaged my tongue with hers. Soon her arms were round my neck and we rolled across the bed, energetically kissing each other. Caroline, it turned out, is excellent at kissing.

But as much fun as that was, we needed to concentrate on what we were there for.

I rolled my sister onto her back and lowered my head to her breast in advance of moving down her body. Flicking her nipple with my thumb I began by kissing it tenderly, then sucking the teat into my mouth before tugging it gently with my teeth.

"OH!" She almost shrieked at the sensation. I took my place between her pale thighs. Caroline has never been a passionate horse rider like her sisters, preferring her books to a ride through the park, so I anticipated her needing a moment as I entered her.

Sure enough, her eyes went wide, as I reached her hymen, then she bit her lower lip as I pushed. Reaching round my neck, I felt her tense. She looked pained for a moment and then I was through. I had placed a cloth beneath us - it was already drenched in her spendings - and that showed a slight sign, and as the song goes "so, so the deed is done!"

I paused a moment, looking at her. Caroline looked back at me, her eyes shining, and with a broad smile, she said, "I don't know what I was worried about!"

I slid further in and commenced to fuck her. I began with slow, easy strokes as she became accustomed to it, but as she had taken to kissing and cunnilingus, so she took to fucking. As I had anticipated, my sister was an adroit sensualist. We had started in the position of the missionaries, as it is sometimes called, but soon Caroline was shifting her hips, or moving her legs to explore and expand the sensations. She kissed me often and eagerly, hugging me tightly or gripping me with her hands, digging her finger-nails into my back, urging me on to greater efforts.

At one point I paused and looked at her, "Who are you and what have you done with my bookish sister?"

Caroline giggled. "I had not realised that it could feel this way. It is wonderful."

I kissed her again. "Always remember this feeling."

Caroline's smile slid away. "It's not like this every time?"

I shook my head. "Sadly, no. Not everyone enjoys or tries as hard to enjoy this. Which is why I say remember this feeling and always seek it out."

Caroline looked thoughtful (very much a normal sort of expression for her) and serious. "Then you and I must practice quite hard while we may, so that I will have the knowledge to always achieve this wondrous state."

I regarded her for a moment, it was a splendid argument and to be honest, I could think of no way to counter it. Not that I wanted to, unlike Helena - who was sensuous and loving, or Charlotte who enjoyed the sensations and having them done to her, Caroline seemed to enjoy sex with a joyous abandon. She was keen to explore, to enjoy and understand what was being done to her and what she herself could do, but that analytical approach did not prevent her from enjoying it as well.

"I believe you were in the process of taking my virginity." She reminded me.

"That is long gone, my love," I informed her, "We were fucking, I believe."

"Well then," she said, "I believe we should get on with that."

I have never been to bed with any woman who made me laugh as much as that night with Caroline.

We did finish our fuck, two or three times in fact, each one different - energetically, with intensity and the final time was a languid fuck with me entering her from the side with her leg upon my shoulder and me with my finger in the tight pucker of her arse. That took my sister by surprise at first but she soon realised that it too contributed to her sensational pleasure.

At last Caroline was sprawled on the bed, her head back, and her arms thrown across the sheets, as I steadily spent a huge load, the second one that night, inside her. Caroline had cum again, less vigorously than she had before but the spend that rippled through her was a powerful one and it would be a moment before she recovered herself.

I got up and went to hand my sister a cloth with which she could clean herself. Not that she was particularly interested in it, at first. She lay limp on my bed, as if struck down by a swoon.

"My sweet," I said softly, as I gently wiped the remains of my spend from off her pretty quim.

"Heavens, William!" she groaned, "I feel like I was ridden over by Mr Hopley and his whole team of bays."

"I am sorry, my love."

Caroline waved her hand, to dismiss my concerns, "Do not apologise, this is a most glorious feeling."

She propped herself up on the bed, resting on her elbows, and watched me as I went to take my usual tot of rum. With her hair down, and her breasts sitting beautifully on her chest with their two dark nipples, my sister looked like she had undergone a metamorphosis. In a few minutes, an hour or so, the girl had become a woman. I do not believe it was anything I did, or rather, it was, but that was only incidental to the change that had taken place. I believe that what we had just done had somehow unlocked the person that was inside Caroline - the woman I had had glimpses of in the last few days, and now she lay upon my bed, watching me, take a drink.

"Why do you drink that, William? It smells vile!"

"It is strong," I conceded, "But it helps me sleep."

"I was hoping that I would do that," Caroline said softly as I slid back into bed beside her.

"Sometimes, I need a little more assistance." I said as my naked sister drew herself closer to me.

"Do you dream?" She asked, "Is that why you need 'assistance'?"

"You are altogether too perceptive," I told her as we composed ourselves.

"You recall that first night I came home?" I said, and felt her nod beside me. "I said that I wished you never would see a battle ...?" She nodded again.

"That is what you see?"

"Not every night," I said, "And it seems like the farther away from the fights I get, the fears diminish. But some nights they come back. On those nights the rum helps."

Caroline reached out and enfolded me in her arms. She did not say anything, she just held me, and that warmth, at that moment was all I needed.