37. Another conversation with Hermione

After dinner, I was reading in my room when Hermione came to find me.

That my sister was angry with me - again - was unmistakeable. It adds a strength to her face that makes her look older than her eighteen years, and makes her achingly beautiful too.

"May I ask, Your Grace," she said, the irony heavy in her voice as she emphasised the style 'Your Grace'. "Why the newly elevated Henry is invited to an intimate supper with you and mama, and James isn't?" She ranted on for a few moments, complaining that I was favouring Henry and pushing him and Caroline together.

"James has demonstrated his intent and asked for my hand, I think the least you could do is invite him to dine with you." She finished, her face red with emotion.

"Very well." I told her quietly.

"I beg your pardon?" I think that that was the last thing she expected me to say, that she was expecting an argument or a ploy to delay it.

"I said, very well. I shall invite James to supper."

It seemed as if she wanted to say more, but did not know what it was she wanted to say. Finally, she blurted out indignantly, "Good!"

"SIT DOWN, HERMIONE!" I said firmly. She had been striding up and down my chamber as she harangued me, now she sat down next to me.

"I have explained that this is less about you and James and more about your situation, I thought you understood that."

"I did. I do." She said, calmer than before. "I just worry that he will take fright before we return to London."

"That is a good point." I told her, though I was still convinced that she could do so much better. "Is he still scared of me?"

Hermione nodded, "He is and he isn't. He still admires you greatly, but he prefers to avoid being where you might notice him.

"But still he is firmly committed to you, is he not?" She nodded.

"Caroline is in a more precarious position. She liked Henry but thought she could do nothing about it. He liked her, and he also thought it was impossible. Then he inherited. Now they need a push to actually get them together and talking.

"I was going to invite James' father and mother to dine with us before New Year, and announce my decision, so how would it be if I invited James and yourself to dine with your mother and I, tomorrow night?"

"That would be wonderful, thank you William." Hermione turned to me and embraced me warmly, so warmly in fact that I felt her lips seek mine, as she attempted to kiss me open-mouthed.

"I believe that your mother would have something to say if we were to let this go further," I said, stopping her, but not yet ending our embrace.

"Oh, I think she would not mind ..." Hermione said impishly.

"What would I 'not mind'?" Helena said entering my room.

Hermione leapt up. I remained seated, amused by my sister's reaction.

"Well?" Helena asked as she seated herself where Hermione had been, next to me.

"Nothing mama," the fiery beauty that Hermione had been a few moments ago suddenly became my baby sister again.

"Hermione!" Helena began sharply.

"Yes, mama?" She replied, meekly.

"You are a woman now, start behaving like one."

"Yes, mama."

There was a twinkle in Helena's eyes as she spoke, even though her tone was stern. "Am I correct in thinking that you wish to spend the night with my son, in his bed?"

"I do, mama, if I may?"

"That is a sinful thing to contemplate," my mother told her daughter, "A hurried tumble in a summer house, or a study, one could perhaps excuse as emotions run rampant, but a pre-meditated night of passion in his bed, that is different. What do you have to say for yourself?"

I almost believed Helena myself, as she kept her face straight and her tone forbidding. What happened next came as a bit of a surprise.

Hermione threw herself onto the floor at her mother's feet, embracing her lower legs and burying her face in Helena's night-gown.

"Please, mama? Just this one night?" She begged, "I have been in love with William all my life, please allow me this one night? I will have to go from here before too long, and it is my hope to lie with him as a woman lies with her man - yes, mama, I know that he is yours, and always will be, but allow me this one night, please?"

It was heart-breaking. I knew that Hermione's feelings ran deep, I hadn't realised how deep they actually were. Neither, I suspect, did Helena.

She raised her daughter up and gently touched her face. "Oh, my sweet, sweet girl! How could I deprive you of such a heart-felt desire?"

Then Helena's serious face broke into a broad smile. "It was always my intention to give you your night with William, but because you pled your case so beautifully, I will grant your request tonight."

Hermione's expression ran through a gamut of emotions - tearful pleading, bewilderment and finally disbelief as she realised that her mother was toying with her.

"Mama! Shame on you!" She upbraided her mother, "Playing with your daughter's emotions in such a way! That was so naughty!" But she laughed admiringly, "But so skilful as well, that is a skill I must master."

Hermione stood up, and walked towards my bed, removing her dress and under-slip as she did. She drew back the sheet and naked, paused, looking back at us.

"Well?"

Helena poured herself a glass of wine - Barclay had left out a rioja, a pleasant, sweet red wine, "Well, William? Go on." She said, as she sat down.

"And what are you going to do, beloved?" I asked.

"I? Why I shall watch!" And she arranged herself as if to make herself more comfortable. "And perhaps offer suggestions."

Hermione looked horrified. "Mama?!"

Helena finished her glass of wine and stood up to leave. "Oh, do not worry, sweet girl, I was joking - again."

She paused as she passed me, kissing me passionately with a full-mouthed kiss, as I stood there half-dressed. Helena cupped my pills with her soft hands. "It is Christmas Eve tomorrow night; I hope my present will be a good one."

"The very best, mother, the very best." I told her.

Once she had gone, I turned to Hermione, whose temper appeared to have died away completely and who looked once again like the innocent angel everyone took her to be.

"You may cease that." I told her, as I removed my breeches.

"Cease what, brother?" She asked.

"That butter-would-not-melt-inside-my-mouth look. I realise now that you have had us all fooled right from the outset. You are a minx, Hermione, a vixen in human form."

"But you still love me, William?" she smiled shyly.

"More than ever, my sweet."

"As much as you love mama?"

"I believe you know the answer to that, my sweet."

"Perhaps, I hoped ..." she said as she looked down and away from me, coyly.

"Eek!" I made her jump when I softly kissed the bare nape of her neck.

"That you responded so is a mark of the passion within you." I told her, "Your body brims with it ..."

I turned her round and embraced her, feeling her warm skin pressed fully against mine for the first time. "... shall we let some of that passion out?"

My sister nodded slowly as I embraced her, my hands sliding around her as I pressed up against her back.

"Yes please, brother." Her words were a whisper, almost a prayer, as I kissed her again.

Previously, when we had had congress before, we had moved straight to the deed, enjoyable but hurried. Now was the time to begin slowly.

So, I began to explore Hermione's shoulders with my lips. Gentle, brushing kisses on her skin, my hands exploring her belly and sliding upwards to cup her breasts. As I have said before, Hermione is not bountifully endowed in the same way as her mother, or even Charlotte, but what she does have, although small in size, are beautifully formed and they are crowned with dark nipples that sit proud and erect as her passion mounts. She pressed them into my grasp as I cupped them, and explored them.

Abruptly Hermione turned to face me, twisting in my arms, her arms encircled my shoulders, her belly pressed against my cock.

I lowered my head towards her lips, my thumb and forefinger holding her chin, tilting her mouth up to mine. Hermione closed her eyes, and she leaned against me, melting into my arms. Soon I was probing between her lips with my tongue, Hermione's arms held me to her, as much for her own support as anything, my sister seemed weak at the knees.

I laid her upon the bed.

Moving away from her mouth, I kissed her chin, her neck and moved down to her breasts, across her belly and down to her sweet quim.

"Yesssssssssssssssssssssss, William!" She hissed, as my lips closed on her nubs. Hermione's shoulders swayed from side to side as she rubbed her breasts across my face, causing me to nip at them as they moved in front of my mouth.

She thought it an amusing game, making me work for her pleasure, but her position beneath me on the bed, meant that it was easy for me to pin her shoulders and still her motion. This caused her to sigh with disappointment until having suckled both breasts I slid further down her lithe, slim body.

Hermione gave a quiet little shriek of pleasure as my tongue slid across her lower lips. Her thighs came up around my ears, in an involuntary reaction, and her hands fell onto my head, pressing me to her. Delightfully trapped in this way, I lapped away at the flow of juices from her quim. Hermione was most prolific in the amount of spendings that she made, and I probably could have drunk at that particular spring for several hours, so much did she produce, and so much did she enjoy the pleasure of my tongue, as she rolled around beneath me in pleasure.

We sported like this for a time, not caring how long we did so, until after a series of spends, my sister lay back upon the pillows and begged me to stop.

"William, please?" She begged, "Please stop! Stop! I fear I shall die with the pleasure of it, stop."

Of course, I stopped, and moved up beside my sister, who pressed against me, in a languorous stretch not unlike that of a cat. A smile spread across her face, as she touched my bare chest, tracing my nipples with her soft hands.

"Such a feeling!" She whispered, "So much pleasure! I did not know it could be so."

I kissed her lips, enfolding her in my arms.

"I will need to train James in these skills," she said after we stopped kissing.

"He may turn out to be a skilled lover," I suggested, "At least he should know how to fuck, but for the rest of it you will need to educate him."

Hermione groaned in pleasure as she rubbed her nipples against my body. "If he wants to fuck my cunny, he will need to make sure that I am ready," she declared. "I love fucking, but I love the rest of it as well."

"There is one thing that will always get his attention," I told her. Hermione looked at me. "Learn to do it well, and your hold on James's heart will be absolute."

"You mean sucking his prick?" She asked.

I was stunned, once more Hermione had proved how little I knew her.

She looked at me with her grey-eyes twinkling. "Do not forget brother, that I am the girl who nobody sees, who goes where she pleases and sees all."

Laughing at my surprise, she told me, "I observed a maid and one of the footmen together. He wanted a hasty fuck, but she told him that they had no time, and instead she took his prick in her mouth and brought him off that way."

Hermione moved down to my hips, and looked down at my rising cock, "Now, if I remember correctly ..." And pulling her long, fine hair back over her shoulder, she bent forwards and drew my cock towards her mouth.

She was tentative at first, hesitant, but steeling herself, my sister placed a kiss on my cock head. It was a motion that reminded me of the first time that her mother had also hesitantly approached my cock, in almost exactly the same way. Hermione assessed the taste, dismissed it as no matter and then lavished kisses all over my prick.

My sister was eager, loving my cock as if it was a cherished possession. Her warm hands pressed it against her face, rubbing it across her cheeks, smoothing her soft skin against the hot flesh of my member. After a few moments of this, she placed my cock on the soft pillow of her tongue, and all I can say is that it was glorious. She worshipped it, adored it, gave it all of the love which she possessed, and which she felt for me.

I reached for my sister's head, but she needed little encouragement, her mouth was wet, a heated inferno, as she raised her head up, sucking, and down using her lips to stroke the flesh. With each move Hermione gave a heart-felt moan of passion, a moan that I felt through every fibre of my member.

I have had my cock sucked many times and by many women, some have been less than enthralling, work-a-day gamming, many have been more skilful, delivered by mistresses of the skill that coaxed my spend from me and made me feel grateful for the privilege - but none have been anywhere near the level of adoration which my youngest sister delivered that night.

If I had had any doubts - any at all - of the depth of the feelings that my sister had for me, they were banished as she worked away at coaxing my cum from me. I showed her how to use her hands to frig my prick and play with my pills. In return she let me use her mouth like I would her quim. In a way I felt sad, that such deep feelings between us would, in effect, go unresolved. Oh, for sure, we had already consummated our love, once in the Temple and again in my study, we were consummating our love again, right there and then, but had Helena not already held my heart tight locked and bound, I wondered what might have come about.

There was another aspect to this as well, where I had fallen in love with my mother years earlier and I had seen her in many different situations and experienced many aspects of her character, with Hermione it was a new discovery. My innocent, quiet sister, the one who had followed me around when we were children had grown and blossomed - though 'blossom' suggests a pretty blooming flower - into a beautiful, strong - majestic - woman. She was no little flower any more, and as she gave off sucking my cock and climbed up onto my hips, before impaling herself there, I saw that the warrior queen had come to my room that night. Elegant, lithe but still strong, and yes, I would say regal, in her manner, she ground herself slowly up and down upon my erection, coaxing it to a finish using her hips and cunny instead of her lips and fingers.

We did not speak. We grunted, we panted like animals, we moaned and sighed. Half-curses and near swears, touches and caresses were all we could manage between us.

At last Hermione sat down upon her hips, relaxing her pale, muscular thighs to sink down onto my cock, before reaching up to cover my hands, which held her breasts, with hers. With a great groan and a shudder that shook her hips, my sister spent hard. Indeed, had I not been holding her by the teats she would have fallen.

But I was not done, I was close to spending and it felt as if it was more than just a need to spend, it almost felt like my own act of worship of Hermione.

I placed my sister on her back and entered her, easily, she was so wet. Still though, she was tight and I was so very close. So close, in fact that I pushed no more than a handful of strokes before my cum came down and I was flooding Hermione's quim with my jism.

I collapsed upon the bed next to her, speechless with the effect of my spend - it had been that powerful.

I opened my eye to find that the fearsome queen had left us, and my adored sister was once more in my bed, regarding me with her bright, sparkling grey eyes. I reached my hand and stroked her soft cheek.

"I'm sorry." I told her.

Hermione looked at me wondering why I was apologising.

"I wish that I could have returned your love the way I should have." I explained.

My sister leaned forwards and embraced me tightly and for a time we just lay like this, each of holding the other tightly, savouring the closeness.

Finally, Hermione kissed me and leaned back, "I realised that it was never to be years ago." She said, "You were away in the army and as well as that, the fact that you were devoted to mama was apparent to all of us. I came to realise that even though you love me, it would never come close to the way that you feel for her."

"Still," I said, "I'm sorry you had to suffer all of those years ..."

Hermione gave a little giggle, "It is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved you at all, William." She quoted, "And besides, you are still my brother," and just for a moment I saw the imperious Hermione peep out from her beautiful eyes, "And in thrall to me for as long as you live." Then she was gone and my sister returned.

"This is true," I laughed. "I am devoted to you and will remain so as long as I live." I said sincerely, before continuing, "Just as I am to your sisters.

"And your mother."

We laughed together at that, and Hermione pressed herself against me, stretching along my side in a most loving way, her warm skin against mine, her left leg over my thigh, her fingers caressing my chest.

"Fuck me again, William, let us not waste one minute of this night. Fuck me, please?"

When asked like that, what is a man to do?

And so, we fucked the night away, once, twice and a third time more I spent myself, making up for lost time with my youngest sister, and I am proud to say that Hermione was well satisfied with my efforts. She came many times, though whether it was my efforts or my sister's innate sensuality I know not, I hope it was me. But by the small hours of the morning, I was done. Exhausted.

Once more we found ourselves entwined - too tired to do anything other than sleep, but even as sleep claimed me, I heard Hermione softly say that she loved me. I told her that I loved her too, but I do not think she heard me, because already she was making soft buzzing noises on my shoulder.

"Goodnight my princess." I said into the quiet darkness.