61. It all becomes apparent

So, it was late when I eventually retired. Barclay had laid night clothes out but it was warm - the London night was quite muggy with the early summer weather, so I bade him goodnight and fell into bed naked and tried to sleep, missing Helena but still with the words 'I have made arrangements' flitting through my mind.

Not long after I had retired, there was a knock on the door. I sat up, pulled a sheet around me and bade them enter. The mystery of my mother's words was resolved soon after, when the twins came into my room, wearing their dressing-gowns and from the look of it, nothing else.

They shut the door behind them and posed in the dim light of the room for me.

"William." Margaret began.

"We need you to settle a small argument." Louise finished.

"Have you agreed this with your mother?" I asked, though I knew the answer. The twins would never have done this without her agreement.

"Oh yes," Louise began.

"As soon as we knew that we were not required to go to grandpapa's, we asked her." Margaret continued. "We wanted you to settle the discussion we were having."

From the tone of their voices, their 'naïve' way of speaking, I believe that the twins were once again, pretending to be innocent and inexperienced in their manner. Very well, as before - that is a game that two - or in this case, three can play at.

"She was most concerned." Louise took up the story, "She questioned us quite severely about what we wanted to know." As she spoke, they both began to remove their night gowns, revealing, as I suspected, their nudity beneath. Their skin was pale in the dim light, as they moved towards me. I stood up and they stood to each side of me.

"In the end though, it seemed that she gave in quite easily." Margaret said, thoughtfully.

"Yes, I thought so too," Louise added, "But mama did tell us that we could attend you each night that she is away." Their hands reached out tentatively, and their fingers were gentle upon my bare skin.

"And that you would settle the argument between us." Margaret finished. Between them they explored the whole of my torso, touching, stroking and just resting their fingertips upon my skin.

"And what is your argument about this time?" I leaned forwards and kissed each sister gently on the lips, curling my arms around their hips and drawing them in towards me.

It was a most unusual sensation. The twins' movements and touches were such that it felt like one person with four hands was touching me, rather than two individuals. Indeed, in the dim light it was hard to know which caressing hand was attached to which sister.

My skin was a-tingle, the constant delicate touching and stroking, their gentle probing and tracing the shape of my body was so sensual, so arousing that I was so hard under the draped sheet that it almost hurt.

"Well, the first thing we wanted to know," Margaret began.

"Was how much bigger your cock got, when it was hard." Louise said, as she reached for the sheet that wrapped around my hips.

It was the question that my sisters had sought an answer for before, but as I let the sheet fall to the floor away from her reaching hand, I told them that I was afraid that it was perhaps too late to answer that.

And it was. My prick stood out proud, and as long as it has ever been.

There was a faint sigh of disappointment from both girls as their hands now reached for my cock. "Oh! It is quite big, Louise, isn't it?"

"It appears to be," Louise agreed with her, "But as we have not seen it soft, how shall we know."

I realised that this night had been some time in the making, and that if Helena had given her permission, it would be hypercritical of me not to go along with what my sisters wanted. And if that was the case, why should I not enjoy it, as well? "You could make it soft," I told them.

"Can we do that?" Margaret asked, with her hand on my shaft. "It is so hard and so strong."

"But soft and warm too!" Louise cooed, repeating what she had said the last time we had been in this position, as if she was discovering it anew.

"You know perfectly well how that is done," I reminded them of what had happened on their first adventure, "If you want to make it soft you must make it spend.

"Use your hands, my dears, and stroke it until the jism flows. Then it will wilt and be soft again." To be truthful I was not certain of that last part, I felt that were I to spend, I would still retain my hardness, so we would have to see.

I moved from between them and turned up the oil lamps slightly to bring up the light in the room. When I turned back, my sisters were on the bed, waiting for me. I climbed on and took my place between them.

Their hands immediately reached for my manhood, as I settled beside them, "How may we do this, William?" Margaret asked.

"See what Louise is doing?" She was gently stroking my cock up and down. "You may assist her in doing that or you may fondle my pills," I said.

"Gently!" I gasped, "They are tender and easily hurt."

"Sorry brother." Margaret apologised, as she cupped my balls in her warm hand. "Oh! They feel so heavy! Are they full?"

"We shall see soon," I told her, as I leaned towards her and kissed her, my opened mouth, covering her lips with mine. Finding that she responded to my kiss, I slipped my tongue across hers and soon we were French-kissing.

"Lu-lu, you must exchange kisses with William," she said breathlessly when we stopped. "It is a most marvellous sensation!"

They changed their tasks - Margaret began to frig my cock while her twin leaned in for her kisses. Kissing Louise was equally as passionate as kissing her twin. Soon I fell backwards onto the pillows, Louise sprawled across my chest while we kissed, her position allowing me to also fondle her breasts. She began to moan and sigh even while our mouths were together.

Both of the twins have very small breasts, unlike their sisters, even Hermione is bigger in that area, but certainly Louise's are just as sensitive as those of the other girls, and her nipples respond just as readily as theirs do. Having kissed both of her teats and tugged them gently, I placed Louise back beside me, I sat up and turned back to Margaret.

"I am sorry, my loves, but if you wish to see me spend, you will need to work harder." I told them.

"What can we do?" They asked.

"You could always take it in your mouth."

Margaret sat up, "Take your ..."

"Cock, in our ..." Louise looked at me.

"Mouths?!" Her sister finished.

"Why, yes!" I laughed, teasing their incredulity. "All the sophisticated women do it. There is even a French name for it."

"A name?" Louise asked.

"A woman that does this is called a fellatrice." I told her, "From its proper name - fellatio."

"Does mama do this?" Margaret asked.

"That I will not answer," I said with a smile. "What passes between your mother and I is not something I am going to discuss, but, if you wish to make a man spend, licking and sucking his cock is a very good method."

"Then it is something that we must attempt, Louise."

"Very much so, Margaret." Louise responded, "How do we begin, William?"

By this point, I was beginning to wonder if my sisters' naïve act was not genuine.

"First," I told her, leaning my head close to hers and lowering my voice, as if I was telling her a great secret, Louise looked at me expectantly, "You must take my prick ..." I paused significantly, "Into your ..." I paused again, counting a slow beat - one, two, in my head, "Mouth!"

She realised that I was teasing her, and clenched her hand on my shaft.

I winced.

She smiled. "But seriously, brother?"

"No!" I laughed, "It is no more difficult than that. Lower your mouth over the head of my cock and lick it. Do not use your teeth, my love, but employ your tongue, as if it was a sweet thing, lick it, play with it."

Margaret, listening to this, decided to take matters into her own hands and moving her head down, wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock, pushing Louise's hand out of the way.

"Just. Like. That!" I said, as I felt her wet mouth envelope my cock-head. "Now take more in, lower your head down."

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Margaret made delighted sounds as she took me deeper in her mouth, so that I almost touched the back of her throat. Then she raised her head, without letting the shaft out of her mouth and pressed down again!

"Oooooh!" Louise laughed, "Just like Stable-yard Mary!"

I looked at her, "Who?"

"There was a servant girl at Rogeringham Hall, for a short time, she enjoyed this sort of thing. She would take the stableboys and grooms in the hay loft and she liked nothing more than sucking on them like this. We heard that her nick-name was Stable-yard Mary because she liked the boys from the yard more than the footmen in the house."

"What happened to her?"

"She fell pregnant and left the hall, that is all we knew. But she did so love this sort of thing."

Margaret had been sucking away as Louise had talked, she was trying but lacked skill. She raised her head, and allowed Louise access. "We saw her one day going into the stables with one of the boys, and we concealed ourselves to see what they were doing."

I found it interesting that the twins, like Hermione and Helena before them, had all observed people being fellated, they'd seen it from afar, so that they were aware of the practice, whereas I had had no idea such a thing existed until a servant girl at my college had offered to 'relieve my condition' for a penny.

Louise appeared to have paid more attention to watching what Mary was doing in the hayloft, because she applied herself more to the task and was bobbing her head up and down as she licked my cock. She also had her hand on the shaft, frigging it while she sucked.

"She knelt in front of the boy and took his breeches down, and pulled his cock out," Margaret told me. "It wasn't as nice a one as yours, but she attacked it like she had not eaten in days, bobbing her back and to, and moving his prick in and out of her face. The boy seemed to quite enjoy it, as he took hold of her head and began thrusting his hips in and out."

"At one point, I saw Mary's hand slide up between his thighs, and poke about between his arse cheeks." Louise added, pausing her work.

"I thought she was probing him with her finger." Margaret commented, her fingers soft on my pills as she gently caressed them.

"It looked like it," Louise observed. "Does that bring pleasure, William, that sort of thing?"

"If it is done right," I told her. Their faces were a picture of concentration as they listened, but moments later they both leaned in and trapped my cock between their two pairs of lips and began licking and suckling on my hard cock. It was a delightful feeling, and the concentration of sensation on my shaft drove me quickly to spend.

And spend I did. Copiously.

My jism splashed over both of my sisters' faces, liberally coating them with creamy cum.

They looked at me from either side of my cock and smiled. "Did we do that correctly, William?" Margaret asked, strings of my spend covering her face.

"Did we?" Louise also asked, similarly decorated.

"You spent most generously." She said, as she drew her fingers across her face and tasted the strings of cum. Margaret was doing the same.

"It tastes salty ..." Louise said.

"And slightly sweet!" Margaret agreed with her, and for a moment I was transported back to the first time Helena took my cock into her mouth. I had spent energetically across her chest and face; the twins' reactions had been almost identical to hers.

"A not unpleasant taste," Louise agreed, and leaning forwards, she drew some of the spending off her sister's face with her finger, which she then placed in her mouth and tasted.

"I do believe that the taste is dependent upon the skin upon which it rests." Louise declared.

Of course, Margaret then had to do the same and there followed a mutual tasting, as my sisters cleaned each other's faces and sucked my jism off their fingers.

As I watched the twins, gathering my smeared spendings from their faces and proffering it to each other, which they sucked from their fingers, I could do nothing else but get hard again much to the girls' disappointment.

"William!" Margaret exclaimed, "Sir, you are most unfair!"

"Yes, brother!" Louise said, "We tried so hard to make your prick soft ..."

"And you make it hard again!" Margaret finished.

"It was not me that made it hard again!" I protested, "It was watching you, my dear loves, feeding each other with my cum so daintily."

"Was it erotic?" Louise asked in surprise.

"Very," I told her.

"And it made you hard again?" She said, with obvious disappointment.

"It did." I said, ruefully. "I am sorry."

"Well then, we shall have to do something else." Margaret observed.

"Yes," Louise agreed, "You must take Mags' maidenhead!"

I looked at Margaret, then back at Louise, "Does she have no say in this?"

Beside my ear Margaret spoke, "Take my virginity, William. Fill me with this handsome cock, and fuck me 'til I swoon, brother..."

"Yes!" Louise urged me delightedly, "Fill her pretty quim with jism and make her a woman!"

The twins clasped each other's hands and looked at me hopefully. "Please William!" They begged.

"Very well then," I said, "Which position would you like to use?"

For a moment Margaret looked puzzled, "There is more than one?"

"The grooms and Mary only ever used one, with her on her back." Louise said, "There are others?"

"There are many," I told them, "Each one has its own pleasures and delights."

"Which is best?" Margaret asked.

"I think to begin with, face-to-face is probably a good idea, but perhaps with a variation."

I placed a cloth upon the bed in case Margaret had a show of blood, and then had Louise lie down and suggested that Margaret lie back with her head upon Louise's arm. This way Louise could support Margaret.

"Will it hurt?" She asked.

"Well?" I asked Louise.

"Momentarily," she said taking Margaret's hands in hers.

I took my place between Margaret's legs, lowering myself down, but giving Louise a fleeting kiss as I did.

"Hoi brother!" Margaret exclaimed as I did so. "I am the virgin about to be sacrificed!"

"I beg your pardon, my dear," I said as I kissed her too. And while we were kissing, I slid my cock into her already wet cunny.

"HMMMMM!" Margaret's surprise was a squeal muffled by our lips, as my hard cock forced its way past her maidenhead.

I broke our kiss, "That wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked. I looked down and there was a spot or two of blood upon her nether lips, none on the cloth, there had been some pain, but I suspect that taking my sister's maidenhead had not been too painful for her.

Margaret shook her head, her eyes shining. She turned to look at her sister. "It is done! At last!"

Louise leaned her head forwards and kissed her. "And well done, it seems. How does it feel to have William's prick in you?" She asked.

Margaret's only answer was a happy smile and a delighted wriggle of the hips, as she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me further in.

"I hope I get to enjoy that," Louise said, as I began to thrust away into our sister.

"There is plenty of time for that." I told her breathlessly.

"It is a shame you do not have two pricks, brother, then you could love us both at the same time."

"Sadly, I only have the one," I laughed.

"In that case we must be careful, not to put too much wear on it," Margaret said seriously, from beneath me, "Or mama will be most angry."

"She will," Louise agreed. "And we would not want that."

I have never fucked anyone while having a conversation with the person lying next to her, it was most peculiar, but fuck away I did. Rising to my knees I lifted Margaret's hips and thrust away at her no-longer virgin cunny. It was as I did that, that Louise leaned over and, resting her hand upon Margaret's breast, she kissed her sister tenderly on the mouth.

I had suspected something along these lines, that my twin sisters being so very close anyway, might be intimate with each other at times. Certainly, Louise's kiss was not that of a sister to her sibling, it was the kiss of a passionate and familiar lover. And Margaret's response was equally passionate.

"Ah-hem!" I coughed, interrupting their fondling. Apologising, Louise left off kissing Margaret, and leaned in and kissed me with her open mouth. It would have been a much longer kiss, but I stopped it, very much aware that I was in the act of deflowering Margaret, and that it would be unsatisfactory if she was the supporting act and not the starring performer in her own erotic drama.

Louise took my meaning and she knelt next to her sister, looking longingly at her, as she writhed beneath my thrusting hips.

Louise could not resist reaching out and fondling Margaret's breasts with their large nipples. I could see that it was adding to Margaret's arousal. Her hands clutched at my arms, pulling me to her as she began to pant her lust.

"Oh William! Oh brother!" She gasped, "This is so much better than my fingers - or Louise's fingers, or anybody's fingers. Oh yes, oh yes! OH! YES!" Margaret's head lolled back, as her hips rippled with her orgasm. She pulled Louise in to kiss her and their two pale bodies entwined as I finished my course by spending hard, up inside my sister. It was a mighty cum, I had been teased and tasted, and stroked and fondled and brought to the edge several times, so that when it did at last come down, it came in a torrent, a blast of hot, sticky jism.

I sat back on my heels, lowering Margaret back to the bed.

"Come here, Louise!" I said as I took her by the arm, "Observe."

Margaret was still recovering herself after her fierce cum, but I brought Louise so that she could see my limp cock, glistening in the candle light, "That was what you wanted, yes?" She nodded and held her hand up against my prick, measuring it by the span of her fingers.

"Now we need to get it hard again, to compare!" She said brightly.

I sighed theatrically, "Will it ever be enough?" I asked. Louise shook her head, impishly.

"Well then, I shall not do all the work, sister." And I directed her head, now level with my cock, towards her sister's cunny.

"Clean that up!" Louise moved to get a cloth but I stopped her. "Use your tongue."

My sister looked at me.

"What? It's been there before, hasn't it?" Sheepishly, she nodded.

"Well then," I told her, "Now you can eat her quim with a portion of cock-sauce on it."

"And what will you do?" Louise asked, as she reached for Margaret's knees, parting them to access her sister's cunny.

"I shall get hard watching you, and then I shall fuck you as you do it."

Louise bent to her task with a will, lashing Margaret's pussy lips with her tongue, burying herself in the task of licking up as much of my spend as she could. I enjoy watching women so engaged, and soon my prick was ready to go again. I brought Louise's hand to my now erect prick and let her feel the difference in size. She paused briefly to look, measured it with her fingers, as she had when it was limp, raised her eye-brows in appreciation, then plunged back to her task.

I moved behind her, lifted her hips and slid myself deep into her tight, wet quim. After all, I thought, she has only had one cock up there, and not a very satisfactory one, by all accounts.

Margaret began to moan under Louise's efforts. Louise began to moan as a result of mine.

Margaret began to writhe as Louise lashed her sister's cunny with her tongue. Louise began to wriggle and twist as I fucked her in the manner of the beasts.

Margaret's hands pressed down on her sister's head, pressing her inwards and onwards, I took hold of my sister's hair, as I drove her into Margaret.

Margaret shuddered to a series of small cums on Louise's tongue, Louise was wracked by a huge orgasm as I fucked her hard.

Our groans and grunts filled the room. It was, I have to say, one of the most lascivious things I have ever seen or done. At one point Margaret's hand lay upon mine as it was twined in Louise's hair, and she looked at me, as if to say that this was how it should be. We were agreeing that using her sister like a whore between us, was a fit and proper thing to do, and that also, when it was her turn, she would let us do exactly the same thing to her.

I was not gentle with my sister, each thrust shoved her forwards into Margaret's cunt, but from the groans and muffled squeals, it seemed not to matter. She took it eagerly, pausing at one point to look back at me and urge me on. Her face was wet from Margaret's juices, and her eyes glittered, her grin was less that of an elegant lady in society but more akin to something feral. As Louise turned back to her task, she lifted her hips up, as if in encouragement. The full blossom of her quim lips was a crumpled red flower, but a flower that wasn't for plucking, I was going to crush it.

And crush it I did, as I plunged back inside Louise, as deep as I could, driving her on, withdrawing and then thrusting on again.

I had had a massive spend earlier, but even so with the sloppy squelch of Louise's mouth on Margaret's cunny, and Margaret's sighs, groans and soft words of encouragement for her sister's efforts, I knew I was not going to last very much longer. I straightened my back up, lifting Louise's hips up and began to hammer her battered cunny.

My sister's knees no longer rested on the mattress, they hung suspended in mid-air, her head was at a strange angle to Margaret's hips, so to accommodate her, Margaret lifted her hips, allowing Louise to lie on her thighs, and giving her a more useful angle to access her pussy. What Margaret wasn't expecting was that Louise, now in pursuit of any of my jism still left in place (there could not have been that much left there), delved deeper and deeper with her tongue until Margaret cried out, "Oh Lu-lu! That is my arse! Oh fuck, yes!"

The touch of Louise's tongue on the pucker of her arse triggered another cum in Margaret, her bucking, transmitted to me through the length of Louise's body, triggered my spend, and like a string of fire-crackers exploding in succession, Louise's cum came down as I drenched her cunt in jism.

Both of my sisters looked like wrung out flannels, as they collapsed upon the bed, with Louise too limp to move from her place between Margaret's thighs.

I took a wash cloth and gently cleaned both of them off, wiping myself off as well. While I placed the cloth back upon the wash-stand, Louise blindly crawled up beside her sister, in the way that a new-born kitten will seek its mother's teat.

When I did climb into bed, both girls welcomed me, wrapping around me and settling into place.

And so, like that we slept.