Free B00JORD99Y EBOK by A. Vivian Vane

her thighs.
    "Ahh," she panted, finding her pussy and stroking it, "yes, that's it. Good girl. Suck my breast, there's a sweet little thing. Ooh, suck my nipple while I rub one off, mmm, you naughty minx!" Jennifer gasped, stiffened, and trembled, clutching Mary's head to her chest. Her body shuddered for a moment, and then she sagged, allowing Mary a moment more to suckle before pushing gently away and flopping down on the bed with a grunt.
    "Whoof!" Jennifer panted, moving her fingers from her flame-haired cunt and tilting her head to smile at Mary. "That came out of nowhere...did you like that, dearie?"
    Blushing, Mary nodded. She smacked her lips and thought about Jennifer's soft warmth between them. "Yes," she said shyly. "It made me feel calm, sort of. But good too." She put a hand between her thighs and squeezed. "Down there," she added, blushing again.
    Jennifer smiled, scooted to one side, and patted the pillows invitingly. "Well," she said, "come snuggle with me, hon, and you can suckle 'til you fall asleep. We'll have to share this side of the bed anyway...yours is all wet!"
    She giggled as she rose for a moment to blow out the candle, and Mary giggled too. A warm satisfaction was spreading through her whole body, making her feel slow and sleepy and safe. She cuddled up against Jennifer and cupped one of the redheaded woman's breasts in the palm of her hand. Her fingertip traced the puffy nipple wonderingly.
    "Bodies are strange things, aren't they Jenny?" she asked in the darkness. " There's so much I never knew -- and so much I still don't!"
    Her maid squirmed beside her for a moment, and then Mary gasped as a hand cupped between her legs. Chuckling, Jennifer pressed the heel of her palm into the sticky mess and rubbed slowly up and down. "Don't worry, Madam Smythe," she whispered, her grin practically audible in the darkness. "You'll find out...trust me, you'll find out!"

Chapter 3
    Jack was gone when they woke the next morning, which alarmed Mary until Jennifer pointed out -- reasonably enough -- that he'd left everything but a set of riding clothes and a pair of boots, and that one of the horses was gone from the stables. Clearly, he'd gone out for a morning ride, not flown to the nearest magistrate to confess his incestuous crimes and secure their imprisonment and/or eternal damnation.
    Indeed, they had only just finished breakfast -- dressed and behaving normally, for once; by some unspoken agreement both Mary and Jennifer had opted not to pursue further wickedness that morning -- when Jack came strolling in, looking both cheerful and dashing in his riding clothes.
    Mary looked up and smiled, uncertain what she should say or do; Jack solved her dilemma by hooking an arm around her waist and pulling her into a close embrace. Her head tilted back automatically, and he kissed her hard, his tongue dipping into her mouth for a moment. Her breath left her in a muffled squeak, and she clung to her brother, flushing brightly as Jennifer looked on in amusement.
    "My darling sister," Jack said, breaking off with a smile and a twinkle in his eye. He reached around to grope at her bottom, but his hand squeezed mostly bustle, making the complicated frame constrict and pinch. Mary gasped, and Jack frowned. He turned to Jennifer.
    "Jenny," he said sternly, "is my sister wearing undergarments?"
    Jennifer blinked. "Why - - of course, Jack," she said. He furrowed his brow at her, and she hastily said, "Er, Mr. Smythe, that is."
    Jack clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shook his head disapprovingly. He still held Mary with one arm, keeping her pressed possessively up against one hip. "Jennifer," Jack said, "I'm afraid our excessive familiarity has made you think you can get away with carelessness in your duties!" He patted at Mary's bustled rump. "My darling sister -- and you know how much she means to me, Jennifer -- is a slut, is she not?"
    Mary blushed brightly. Jennifer hesitated a moment, but she nodded,