Flight to the Past

Chapter 2

As I lay on my bed after an extremely heavy lunch thinking bout the mornings
events, I heard a faint tap on the door and Mistress Roper entered.
" My Lord with your permission I will stay and that villain who purported to be
my husband has now gone. He never was my husband as we never married. Your
father knew sire, but Roper threatened to reveal our affair and had a sort of
hold over us. I owe you that explanation sire, but if you wish me to go I will
sire. I miss your father greatly, he was more than a lover, he was the husband I
never had and I tried to be a wife. With respect my Lord your mother never cared
one whit for him, not as I did."
"I am glad Mistress Roper, I said. He was a lucky man indeed. Perhaps one day I
shall be so lucky."
I will be asking you to take more responsibility and increasing your salary. But
I need your total loyalty."

Mistress Roper blushed and looked down at me, she blushed and started to
undress, obviously misconstruing my statement. Then I realised that whilst
talking to her I had grown a quite significant erection that she had seen. I
thought that perhaps I should put her straight, but she was a beautiful woman
and obviously quite willing for a closer involvement as I was.

Emily quickly undressed and her beautiful nude body, crawled on the bed with me.
I did not speak, but I put my arms round her and hugged her to me. I knew that
she had made a decision and that she was going to stay with me. She lay with her
back to me and I could put my arms round her and feel her breasts, this allowed
me to gently fondle her hardening nipples, her warm buttocks nestled against my
groin and she put her hand behind her to pull my cock between her legs. I could
feel the wet warmness of her. She smelt nice and I knew that she had washed and
taken special care of her appearance before she had come to my bedroom
She turned round to face me not for a second letting go of my cock. Her lips
touched mine softly and I let my hand wander down her warm belly and my fingers
found her warm wet vagina lips. I gently probed her slit. She pulled my hand
away and placed my cock between her legs so that it mashed up against her cunt
lips. My cock was wet with her juices. I kissed her gently on the lips and ran
my hands through her hair, as I did, so I felt her stretch and push her warm
body against mine.

I rolled Emily over on her back and kissed her, probing her mouth with my tongue
We were both breathing heavily. I turned round and licked my way down to her
cunt and started licking her with my tongue. I think this was the first time
that she had experienced this kind of lovemaking as for a brief second she
tensed and I thought she was going to pull away, but I persisted. Suddenly her
body seemed to explode with orgasm. I continued my licking and probing with my
tongue and she was moaning out loud.

I pulled back and watched Emily as she lay panting heavily from her exertion.
She lay with her eyes closed, enjoying the afterglow of her experience. Her cunt
was wet with her juices and I knew she was ready for my cock...

I kneed her legs apart, leaned down and kissed her, probing her mouth,
whispering to her to guide my cock to her slit. Her small hand nervously brought
my cock to her hole. I flexed my legs to press against her, barely touching her
slit. I very much wanted to slide all the way in and fuck her hard, but I knew
that I was probably larger than anyone she had been with before. After getting
the head in, I stopped for a few seconds, but she raised her hips to get more of
me in. I slowly pushed more of my cock into the tight love tunnel feeling her
muscles beginning to grip me as I entered.

She was very wet from her orgasm making my entry easier than I expected and she
was moaning with pleasure. I began a slow rhythmic movement in and out. My large
cock filled her, with each inward push. I lay fully upon her, grasping her
buttocks with both hands Emily lay under me, not crushed as I being a perfect
gentleman took my body weight on my elbows.

Suddenly she had a second orgasm making her moan in joy. It was at that point
that I stopped and held still.for a moment We continued fucking, I was holding
her tight and then I felt her third orgasm gripping my cock even tighter. I
could hold out no longer and pushed my cock as deep as it would go, the large
head pressed against her cervix, I began to cum, pumping a large volume of semen
into her.

We lay together for a long time as we recovered from our exertions. Then she
spoke
"I am sorry my Lord I did not mean to do this when I came to see you, but you
are so like your father and as I have told you we had a very special
relationship. Your father, like you, could not marry me, but for the past few
years I was more of a wife to him than your mother."
"You want to carry on that relationship with me then Mistress Roper?"
"It was not my intention My Lord, but I am not averse to more lovemaking if our
experience today is a foretaste of things to come."
I turned and kissed her.

"You are an attractive woman and a very competent woman. I need to work very
closely with you, and I am sure that we would have been tempted after a while."
During our conversation, I found that Emily Roper had been acting a housekeeper
as well as her other duties. This had worried me as I needed to have more of
Emily's time. Now after finding Joan the mother of my child,. the perfect
solution occurred, Joan would make an ideal housekeeper and she could have
Emily's cottage. It was then that I told Emily that I needed a very large change
in her duties.

"I said Mistress Emily I want you to be my personal assistant and you will
vacate your cottage and move into the manor house. You will have your own
personal maid and relinquish the housekeepers post. How does this suit you"
For a moment she was very quiet. My Lord I am confused, what do you expect from
me?"
"I have a very special and secret task Mistress Emily and you will need to
travel with me on occasion and you will also need to take on much more financial
responsibility. You see Mistress, that I am a very rich man in my own right and
you will have full operational control of my estate as well. I also have a task
which I vowed I would complete in my lifetime and I need you to take that on
board as well."

She sat up on the bed and looked down at me. "My Lord I am not a whore to be

bought."
I laughed at her anxiety. Mistress Emily I saw the books this morning. I also
know bookkeeping and financial management. I think that you are good enough for
the job and you will have some male opposition, but I will support you. If we
never fuck again the job is still yours - what do you say?"
She smiled "Thank you my Lord and now I must show you something more."
She got off the bed and without dressing she went to the door of the large
wardrobe still full of my fathers clothes. She looked back at me.
" Come sire."

I followed also in the nude. She pressed a knob on a panel at the back of the
wardrobe and a secret door slid open revealing a staircase leading upwards.
Holding my hand she led me up about twenty steps and we came into an attic room.
Walking across the attic she pulled aside an old portrait and revealed a door.
She fumbled above the door for a key and then inserting the key in the lock she
opened it.

Behind was a large room with a bed with lighting room a roof window, but round
the walls was a series of pornographic sketches.
"This my lord was your fathers secret den."

I stood or a moment looking at the drawings and sketches and then she led me to
a ledger on a side table. In the ledger was a biography of nearly every man and
woman on the estate or in the nearby village of Lacock with all the intimate
affairs that were, or had been going on and their sexual preferences.
Their was also a list of the times and places where my father had taken
advantage of the various ladies of the district and a commentary on their
abilities or otherwise. One of the first I noticed was a commentary of my sister
Ethel's husband and the fact that he was deceiving my sister and having an
affair with the vicars wife. My father had also noted that the vicar was not
properly ordained and his so called wife was actually his sister, but for some
reason my father had not taken any action in the matter.

The vicars wife (sister) was noted as being of slim build extremely good looks
and of loose morals with a lively personality. I noted however that my father
had not taken advantage of her charms, or if he had, he had not recorded them. I
looked at Emily and I said
"Dear lady there was a bond between thee and my father were you not jealous of
his affairs"
"Nay My Lord, he could not marry me as he had a wife, and he could not marry a
commoner even were he not married. I was well content with life with your father
sire. He kept me well satisfied"

As I started reading the very descriptive notes in my fathers log book, I became
aware that my erection had resumed its action status. The erotic notes and
pictures had been too much and Emily now aware of my predicament dragged me
towards the bed where we spent another pleasant hour before we resumed the
reading of my fathers log book.

After a time Emily led me to another concealed door which led downwards. Every
few steps came to a landing on which was a door, she showed me that each door
had a peephole which looked into the rooms of the female staff. At the present
time most were still busy in the kitchens, but I noted that Each door could be
opened from the outside. Eventually on reaching the ground floor she opened a
door that led into the stable yard. It was hidden from sight by a very large
growth of bushes.

We could only peep out of the door as we were still in the nude so we returned
to my fathers secret den. I read with interest the note relating to our resident
vicar who according to my father was servicing half his flock on a regular basis
and who was not according to my father ordained, inasmuch that he had previously
been unfrocked by the Bishop for unbecoming conduct with members of his
congregation at a previous parish. I gather that my father was loath to do
anything about it, because if it became known that my sister Ethel was married
to Marsden who in turn was having an affair with the vicars sister. I was not
however bound by fathers restrictions and I vowed to do something about this in
due course.

It followed as he was an unfrocked priest all marriages, baptisms and funerals
he had officiated at were not legal, which meant that a lot of ladies in the
locality were living in sin as it were. I also noted that this applied to Ethel
my sister. I was inclined to do something about it, but Emily Roper suggested
that we let it lie for a bit, as she rightly pointed out it would cause chaos.
It would be as well to consult the Bishop first.

She pointed out "Sire, it may turn out that a lot of ladies and indeed some men
might decide to change partners if they knew the marriage was not binding and
this could result in a lot of bitterness and chaos.
However, I did resolve then to have a taste of the vicars charming wife at some
point in my future life.

Reading the notes brought home to me that I should visit my sister as soon as
possible.

***

Two day later I put my resolve into action. It was a bright sunny day as I
rattled through the countryside in the light chaise. The roads were badly rutted
and the journey was uncomfortable, we frequently had to stop at the pay tolls.
The groom driving was new to me and seemed somewhat nervous of me and not
inclined to talk. As we drove over the rutted roads I started to recall much of
the detail about my sister Ethel. We were always very close, and my visit to her
was a matter of priority.

From the time I was born we were put in the care of as stream of nursemaids and
governesses. We rarely saw our mother although father doted on us. I always got
the impression that once mother had produced the mandatory son her duty was done
and from then on she spent most of her time in town with the high society crowd
spending the family wealth. Our father was a country lover and preferred to
spend more time at home. There was no real affection between them and it
appeared my father was quite happy to let her live her own life and let him live
his.

Growing up together Ethel and I who was two years older than me became very
close. We would spy on our nursemaids and governesses as they were being fucked
by the men of the household, or perhaps local lovers they imported into the
house for the occasion. Increasingly, as we grew older like most teenagers we
became sexually aware and started to explore, we began by exploring each others
bodies and when I was fourteen I was introduced into full sex by one of the
governesses. She taught me all the different ways she enjoyed being fucked and
so, not unnaturally Ethel and I became lovers. Most of our governesses left us
at night to our own devices while they pursued their own amorous adventures and
we took full advantage of the situation.

I also found that in my early teens I could demand sex from any of the young
girls of the household who naturally were too frightened of their position to
refuse my advances, less they get dismissed without a character. Although my
main love was my beautiful sister Ethel and we spent most of our nights
together, becoming quite adept in the art of sex in all its forms. But when I
was seventeen we got caught by my father, who had returned home unexpectedly,
and our liaison was discovered.

There was a terrible row, I was severely thrashed and I was immediately
dispatched abroad to Africa with a small pittance of an allowance to make my way
in the world. After that I heard little about my sister, except that she had
quite quickly married a so called local gentleman farmer.

It was about six in the evening and just getting dark when we arrived at the
farm which was now her home. I was delighted to see this beautiful young woman,
who I immediately recognised as my sister Ethel run to greet me, she hugged me
close and kissed me full on the lips more like a lover than a sister. Eventually
she turned to the driver and told him that she had arranged a bed for him and
stabling at the local inn. I bade him return at 9.00 the following day for
orders.

In front of a roaring fire and with a good beef stew inside me Ethel started to
talk.
"Tony dear "I am so sorry I lost our baby."
"Our baby?" I replied
"Yes darling, but in one way Marsden my husband would not have made a good
father so perhaps it was a blessing."
Now for the first time I had an inkling of what had happened. She had been
pregnant by me and father had married her off to save the family name. Ethel
then told me that she had not ever slept with Marsden. Father had given him the
farm and paid all his debts and it was stipulated that he should not take
advantage of Ethel without her consent. He had agreed, but as a result he had
been in a marriage in name only and he had taken his marital pleasures
elsewhere.

Ethel said " He spends most of his time with the vicars sister who masquerades
as his the vicars wife " This was not news to me but I was intrigued that Ethel
knew all the details
"Tell me more dear sister." I responded.
" Well, apparently he is a defrocked vicar and his so-called wife is his
sister."

I reflected on my relationship with Emily.
" This seems to be a common occurrence in these parts."
I observed as I explained about Emilys new role at the manor and her
relationship with her so called husband...
It was clear that Ethel knew little about Emily, although she had been aware
that gossip had our father and the lady linked together in some sort of
relationship. We talked until the early hours and then I turned to Ethel and I
told her
"You can leave Marsden and come home with me on the morrow, your home is now at
the Manor with me if you so wish."
Ethel looked at me and burst into tears, she flung her arms round my neck and
sat on my lap, her tears of happiness soaking my doublet.
"Yes Tony dear I will come with you, but there is one thing more that I desire
of you."
And what may that be that dear sister? I enquired.

"I want to have another baby - our baby to replace the one we lost."
She said. I looked at this beautiful sister of mine and I felt I could refuse
her nothing.
Within minutes we were in the master bedroom, with a big fire roaring in the
grate.
"What about Marsden I asked, will he not be coming home?"
"No brother dear should he arrive he will sleep in the barn, he will be drunk
and sleep on the hay."

I was soon stripped and in bed. Within minutes Ethel had joined me as she cupped
my cock
"Such a big, fat package," I heard her whisper.
" You are so much bigger brother dearthan I remember."
My cock was now sticking up straight, she reached out a hand and touched the
head of my cock. Her touch sent electricity through me. She ran her thumb across
the head of my aching cock.
"So nice and hard, and so hot," she whispered.

As if afraid that someone else might hear her. She moved her fingers downward
and gripped my cock, moving her thumb around the whole time. I swallowed and
looked at her face in the light from the fire. She looked almost dazed, sort of
sleepy. She licked her lips, and before I knew what she was doing, she got up on
her knees, opened her mouth, and stuck her tongue right at the base of my balls
This was just as she used to do those many years ago.

Then, she pulled my cock toward her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head
of it. She sucked it all the way to the back of her throat, making swallowing
motions, massaging my cock with her throat muscles. After a few moments just as
I was about to come, she took my cock out of her mouth with a popping slurping
sound, and stood up. She lay back spread her legs her hand reached out to fondle
my cock Our tongues met and she began to swirl hers around mine. She continued
to stroke my cock and.

Her knees so high up, I felt her squeeze at my cock and then, she had the tip of
my penis positioned between her vagina lips. I was now completely poised and
positioned, all I had to do now was thrust and I would be inside of my own
sister again after many years.

I of course hesitated, but Ethel pushed at my buttocks and I began to feel
myself enter her. I was halfway in her and completely satisfied that I was now
fucking my sister, but then she pushed at my buttocks more and began to squeeze
my cheeks as I went deeper into her. Ethel moaned heavily. I knew then, even had
I so wished that there was no turning back.

apt I began pumping Ethel. She began stroking my back and squeezed at my ass some
more. I felt intoxicated, I was actually fucking Ethel my own sister. I put my
head beside hers and buried it in the bed. Now I was the one hiding my face. We
fucked like that for several minutes then Ethel became more aggressive and
forced me to fuck her harder and harder. She began to whimper a bit and was
trying really hard to get off. Looking back I imagine she was becoming
frustrated, but it didn't seem to bother her too much. She flipped around and
got on top of me, it lasted about three rounds of her rising her pussy up and
down my cock before I felt I was about to come.

As I squirted my cum inside of my sister, I swear I felt my dick hitting her
deep down inside somewhere. Her tits were bobbing in front of my face in an
almost comical fashion. With each burst of sperm going inside of her, she
seemingly began to get off more. I immediately became exhausted, yet she
continued to ride my ever shrinking cock. I look down at our joined hips and saw
the cum leaking out of her pussy on to my cock and pubic region. Ethel finally
started cumming, as I started to become freaked out at the fact that I may have
just impregnated my own sister. As Ethel came, she finally fell on top of me
with my dick still inside of her. We had both become completely naked in the
passion of our sex. Exhausted, we both went to sleep while partially still
inside of each other. I awoke in the morning completely naked and alone.
I immediately got up and went down the stairs Ethel was packing a bag in
preparation for her return home.