Truly the devilish trade itself flowed in the veins of Reginald Markham on his return home. Intoxicated with thoughts of voluptuous perspectives, he entered the house confidently, believing that Vanessa was lying helpless in her bed, but her sister had regained her composure. Outwardly, it was expressed in the fact that the woman looked perfectly calm, which she usually did before visiting the Vicar.

In the depths, however, she was no longer the young woman she knew well. Usually romantic and dreamy by nature, she now felt moved to a new and unfamiliar dimension of life. The brother who appeared in the living room was accompanied by a daring and, perhaps, brazen aura. Vanessa guessed that some deep metamorphosis had happened to him. Tense and cold, my sister asked a reasonable question:

- Where have you been?

“I visited the vicar,” Reggie replied, outwardly impassive, although he was shaking with excitement inside.

Vanessa thought that when he answered, his eyes pierced the brown-white dress she was wearing. He seemed to see all the bends of her legs from her ankles to her thighs, carved from ivory; billowing breasts with hot nipples, the imprint of which was remembered by his hand; the mesh, dividing the wondrous rump and hairy nest, temptingly melting between the thighs.

- What for? - Vanessa, asked with a shiver in her voice, which she was unable to hide.

Eagerly ignoring the instructions that the experienced vicar had supplied him with, Reggie triumphantly pulled out of her pocket what the trembling Vanessa expected to see. A tight strap thrown on her lap slid off like a snake, and hung her forked tongue down on the outside of her leg, turning a young woman into a frozen statue.

“You are instructed to keep him under the pillow, where I found him, Vanessa.” Tomorrow you will need it.

- What?! - her fingers fluttered, coming into contact with a terrible object, and then quickly pulled back, as if he really could have bitten.

Encouraged by the bravado he inspired, and believing that the whole world was spread out for him, Reggie fell on his knees in front of her sister and, despite Vanessa’s choked screech, ran both hands under the long skirts. Quickly attacked the creamy surfaces of the thighs, where greedily felt the garters and the lace edge of her stockings.

So impetuous and unexpected was the onslaught that for one crazy moment Vanessa experienced a breathtaking feeling that reminded her of what she did with the vicar in the bedroom. Instead of pushing her brother away, she bit her joints to cope with the impulse and not call Mary for help. At that moment, when he was doing his best, pushing her legs apart, Vanessa's face turned to the doors with a desperate expression, but they were closed and silence reigned behind them.

- He will deal with you again, Vanessa! And again you will meekly pull down your pantalonchiki so that he can ...

- C-brute! What found you? Oh my god no! Do not dare! She shouted as soon as the fingers of his right hand succeeded in slipping between the silky surfaces of the thighs for caressing the large lips, so defiantly protruding through the new cambric pantaloons. Feeling their moisture even through the material, Reggie was even more dumbfounded, and made an attempt to dive his head under his skirts.

- Ah! Not! Not! Mary, sooner! Vanessa screamed loudly and with such anguish that the frightened Reggie immediately jumped to her feet and rushed to the door, as the maid was already standing on the threshold.

- Yes, madam, what happened? - Mary asked anxiously, trying to look past Reggie, deftly blocking her review.

- Uh, no, nothing, Mary! We just had fun. Will dinner be ready soon? - Reggie interrupted her in a confident voice, as much as self-control allowed him.

- Yes, sir, but ...

“Be an exemplary girl in this case, and do your duty,” Reggie commanded, trying to imitate the vicar’s style. During this skirmish, Vanessa sat quietly shuddering, fortunately, out of sight of Mary, whom she involuntarily called. Yet, when brother closed the door behind the maid, she pulled herself together and stood up. Her face burned with righteous anger, and her high bosom heaved and fell off, showing outrage and readiness for resistance. The expression on her face was so eloquent that her brother's composure had disappeared without a trace.

“My precious ...” he began hesitantly.

“I’ll be dining in my room,” Vanessa interrupted firmly, and pushed him with her hand like an inanimate object. Reggie realized the full power of contempt and anger at him.

“Then you will have to taste it!” - he tried to master the situation, picking up a tuzik from the floor, and clenched in his fist.

- Oh! And what are you going to do? - Vanessa openly mocked him, not showing even a hint of humility. Softly, but inexorably, she took up the whip and pulled it out of his hand. She was overwhelmed with the desire to get rid of, throw this thing away, but after thinking that Mary would surely notice a tuzik in the trash can, and it’s better not to allow this to happen, she with her head held high quickly left the room, leaving Reggie completely at a loss from such unexpected opposition. The rainbow fantasies that possessed him after the visit to the vicar were seriously faded.

“You had to obey the holy one,” he told himself gloomily, since it became impossible to hide the lustful desire for a beautiful sister longer from himself. “However, the vicar was not mistaken; her lower bryls simply exude moisture!”

As for Vanessa, she found herself confused between doubts and inner passions that the body no longer wanted to resist. Overwhelmed with unusual feelings and thoughts, she reached her room and called Mary, who immediately ran to her mistress.

- What do you want, madam? - Mary asked, finding her mistress sitting with a dejected look. Sensitive female intuition told Mary that something unusual was happening, but she could not figure out the reasons.

- Mary, I will have dinner here. Then I will pray ... Don't you keep me company for tonight, is I somehow anxious and lonely?

- Madame? - Mary asked again, sincerely amazed at such a request and decided what she heard. However, she quickly realized something with her little minds. She had no doubt that these were the consequences of a mysterious incident between brother and sister in the living room. Obeying female solidarity, the maid exclaimed warmly:

- Oh, yes, of course! With pleasure. Whenever you retreat, madam, I will immediately be there - in her voice contained a meaningful understanding.

“Thank you, Mary,” Vanessa replied softly.

Thus, Reggie dined alone, smoked one cigar after another, drank a little whiskey to cheer himself up. He smugly concluded that Vanessa at least obeyed and took the whip for punishment to her room. “Let him now think about what she has to do,” he contented himself, stomping into the bedroom, without waiting for good night from Mary, whose snort showed that the maid was all on the side of the hostess.

As soon as the maid made sure that Reggie had retired, she went to see the lady all trembling and worrying. Doubts overcame her, she heard from other maidservants, which could mean an invitation to bed to the owners. Well, it could be worse, at least she has a beautiful mistress. Vanessa was already in bed, and eagerly ordered:

- Hurry up, Mary.

- Yes, madam.

From this moment the darkened room seemed electrified. Frightened by her own curiosity, but unable to resist the desire arising in her, Vanessa, as if reluctantly turned on her side, and began to observe how a mature young girl takes off her dress. Matt in the dim lighting figure of Mary, appeared before a young woman in the most seductive form.Vanessa was surprised to discover how slim and flexible was her maid, she appreciated juicy boobs melons, ...

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