67. What the Deuce?

The letter began "My dear nephew ..." which I thought was as pretentious as it was incorrect. We were neither related nor did we have any sort of relationship which would entitle him to call me 'dear nephew'.

What followed was some sort of instructional letter about how I should proceed as the duke, how I should function and perform in my role, written in the form of advice from an older man to a younger. The tone was friendly but condescending, as if my uncle's age gave him wisdom that he felt he had to pass on to me. It was, in reality, another example of how people play connections within our society. Helena's brother, obviously thought to exploit his filial relationship with her to connect himself with me.

I read it and laughed. Helena took the proffered letter and read it, incredulously.

"Presumptuous?" I asked her.

"Very," she agreed angrily. "He has some pills on him, how dare he?" Helena was almost growling.

"Not content with all of the comments he made to me last week, he now has the temerity to offer you advice! You can learn nothing from that fool, my love." She kissed me, tenderly.

"You will cut the family off immediately?" She asked.

"We have so little to do with them anyway," I said, "There was only your father really - God rest his soul. Perhaps it is best we just ignore them. Until we require something from them." I suggested. Helena nodded in agreement next to me.

"Will you write back?" She asked, pressing against my side, her breasts resting against my ribs.

"Possibly. Probably." I mused, "Eventually." I would, of course, write to the man, just acknowledging his correspondence, but I would not commit myself to anything else, if only because he had angered my mother.

Suddenly Helena asked, "How did the 'arrangement' work for you?" She meant having the twins visit my bed.

I laughed, "I am obliged to say that it was most satisfactory."

"Obliged?" She asked, with a curious smile.

"Indeed," I told her and explained how they had worried about angering her by not servicing me each and every night. Helena chuckled.

"But in all seriousness, how were they?"

I gave my mother a full report, from taking Margaret's virginity, to using them as sluts, with one gamahuching the other as I fucked her roughly.

"That sounds intriguing," Helena mused, though that was all that she said.

The rest of the evening we remained in bed and fucked until morning.