22. The poet Catullus and his works - again

The supper passed off very well, considering.

It is unusual for children such as the Dodgson girls to eat with the adults normally. Their meals would usually be taken in the nursery or in their rooms, not exclusively but most times. Emily, Grace and Susan Dodgson, were exquisitely behaved, my sisters had helped them to dress for dinner, and it was delightful to spend time with them. The girls' mother was quiet throughout most of the meal, but given the circumstances that was understandable. The space of the conversation was filled however, by my sisters and her daughters, who seem to have become friends quite quickly.

After the meal, Emily and my mother went to sit and talk, and I retired. Thinking that I would be alone this evening, I intended to sit and read, so I was surprised when Charlotte knocked on my door.

"Hallo, my sweet, how are the invitations progressing?" I asked.

"Very well. We have had a great number of responses; everybody wants to be at the first ball of your dukedom." She then said hurriedly, "But leave that aside, mama suggested I should attend you tonight." Charlotte's grin was positively feral.

Rogeringham Hall is built, perhaps intentionally, so that you could have fought a pitched battle in the West Wing, where my rooms are situated, and yet hear nothing in the East Wing where Emily Dodgson and her daughters were situated. My mother's and Charlotte's rooms are near mine, so I supposed Helena was intent on looking after our guests, hence her asking my sister to come to me.

I indicated the couch by the fire, Charlotte sat down.

"I don't have any wine, merely some sherry ..."

"Do you have any of your rum, brother?" She asked.

"If you wish." I said as I poured her and myself a tot each.

"Your health," I said as I drank off some of mine.

"Oh! Gracious!" Charlotte coughed and spluttered, "That is fierce! Warming, but oh Lord! William, it has claws!"

I smiled. "Does it help?" She asked, quietly.

"A little." I told her, wondering once more, who knew what about my nightmares. "Though to be honest, the more I am here - in the bosom of my family, the better I sleep."

Charlotte stood up and started to disrobe. "In that case," she said, "It is fortunate that I have a bosom available for you, though sleeping is the last thing on my mind."

It was so sudden, so abrupt, and to be truthful, so abruptly funny that I just sat there, open-mouthed, looking at my sister posing like a naked muse with her not unpleasant chest - my apologies, bosom - thrust upwards in the flickering fire light.

"Sodomy? Face fucking?" She said hopefully. "Please William? There is so much I wish to explore ..."

I found it difficult not to laugh. There was my sister, properly styled Lady Charlotte Rogeringham, cheerfully asking me to fuck her face or sodomise her. I was beginning to wonder if this was all starting to go too far. But then again, it should be noted that she did say 'please'.

"Very well. Now, Catullus! Do you recall the passage that you read to me the other day?" I asked as I led Charlotte to my bed. Much bigger than the one at the Fox Inn, I sat her upon the sheets and shed my clothes as I waited for her to recall the poet's words. Charlotte thought very hard about it, "Pedicabo ego uos et irrumabo" she said, "I - er - I will sodomize you and face-fuck you."

"Perhaps a better translation," I suggested, "Would be 'I will fuck you in the arse and in the mouth'. While I think we can progress onto sodomy in a later lesson - it's very much an acquired taste, so to speak. Perhaps we should work up to that, let us begin with you sucking my cock. Kneel there." I positioned her on the bed and placed myself with my back against the pillows, so that she could fully access my erection.

I presented Charlotte with my rampant shaft. I was as hard that evening as I have ever been. My sister looked eager and her eyes were shining as she took hold of it gently, gripping it at the base. Where Helena was tentative, Charlotte was eager, keen to begin.

"Mmmmmmmm!" she groaned, as she took my dick into her mouth.

"Your eyes on me, Charlotte!" I told her, looking down. "Always keep your eyes upon me."

From the excitement she had showed when she first translated the Roman poem for me, I inferred that Charlotte wanted this done to her, and not as my mother and I had done which was loving and as much for her pleasure as it was mine. No, my dear beloved sister wanted me to make her suck my cock.

I have met women who prefer to be the dominant party, and those who prefer to be the dominated. It appeared that Charlotte enjoyed a measure of both parts. Tonight, I decided, she would be the one who serves.

Charlotte laved my cock with her tongue, she ran her lips up and down the shaft, even licking it up and down. I showed her how to bathe my pills with her tongue, and suck each one into her mouth - gently - at which point she also learnt that she could also hum at the same time to cause me pleasure.

I instructed Charlotte how she could insert my cock deep into her throat, how she could supress the need to heave and how far back she could take it without gagging. When she raised her head for a moment to draw breath, gasping, with her face flecked with her own spittle and drops of my early spend, she looked at me. I could not read her eyes for a moment, but then she broke into a huge smile, sitting back on her hips.

"Did I do well brother?" She asked.

I nodded, and reached out to stroke her face, clearing the fluids away with a wipe of my hand. "Very well. Do it again."

This time as Charlotte lowered her head, I placed my hand upon her head. Gently, but enough to give her guidance. Her efforts were more purposeful, after nuzzling and mouthing at and around my shaft, she began to use her hands, working with them and her mouth to pump my cock in and out. She would do this for a few moments, then press her head down further, trying to touch my belly with her nose.

I allowed her to do this for several minutes. It showed how good a pupil she is, I have experienced much worse than what Charlotte was doing. Still, I felt it was time to increase the intensity.

Charlotte paused for the briefest of moments when she felt me place my hands on either side of her head, but carried on. Soon though I began to push with my hips as she pushed her head forwards.

Charlotte drew her head back again, gasping for breath. Without taking her eyes off me, grinning, she lowered her head in a slow nod, as if to say 'do as you will, brother, I can take it'.

I got up on my knees, and pulled her head down, Charlotte had to use her hands to take her weight, all she had now was her lips and her throat. It would have been easy to be over-strong, to pummel her with my cock, to thrust too hard. Instead, I tried to match my moves to hers, and make it so that she understood how it felt when someone else was in control.

It was my pleasure, my movements that dictated the pace, my cock that controlled the sensations, but yet it seemed that my sister was relaxing into the activity, her body relaxed and even her breathing was more controlled.

I felt my spend begin, felt it in my pills, it wasn't going to be a huge cum, there had been too many interruptions on the journey, but Charlotte was going to receive a mouth full of my jism.

And receive it she did.

She gagged, her eyes bulged, but then she reached up and took hold of my cock, holding it in her mouth as she swallowed my spend.

We both collapsed on the bed, our limbs tangled, hugging and kissing. I saw that Charlotte had a streak of cum on her cheek, so taking it upon my tongue I offered it to her. She licked the offering up.

"So!" She began, "That is face-fucking?"

"I think your man, Catullus would have been much more heavy-handed in what he intended for Furius, but essentially yes. Did you enjoy that?"

Charlotte lay quiet for a moment, then she said, "There were parts of it that I found threatening - the choking and not being able to breathe, but the part that I enjoyed most is the part that I do not fully understand."

"And that was?" I asked as I toyed with her bottom, running my fingers up and down her slit and slipping them between her bottom cheeks.

"Surrendering." She said quietly. "When you took charge of me, it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. I felt wanted, I felt like it was the place that I wanted to be most in all of the world. It felt right, William, it felt so very right."

So, I was right about her enjoying subservience. "That was not 'taking charge' as some people would do it. In fact, it was quite mild. I would urge caution with whom you share that feeling, not everyone can be trusted to account for your feelings as well as theirs."

Charlotte looked at me and smiled, "They would not be you, William. I cannot imagine surrendering control to anyone but you." Even as she was speaking, she began to push her bottom back into my hand.

"So!" She said, "If that was face-fucking, we must now try sodomy, should we not?"

I laughed, but responded by taking my fore-finger and inserting it into her bottom.

Charlotte's squeal was interrupted by the door opening and Helena entering into my room.