The Stevens Chronicles: Our American Cousin

Rachel was the first to shake off the moment. “Sorry Mary.” Mary gave a reply of an embarrassed smile, “Don’t worry about it.” Rachel crept up to the edge of the rock to see more clearly. She had never met Isabella before but she could guess which one she was, Rachel could bet her life on it. Standing in the pool two naked women were embracing each other, passionately kissing each other on the lips. One of the women has golden olive brown skin, a rare sight in England. She had golden brown hair and the most beautiful smile Rachel had ever seen, brown eyes and seemed tiny – about 5ft 2. The other girl was blonde, pale though again beautiful, taller at around 5ft 5 and her skin seemed the softest in the world. The girls’ breasts pressed against each other, Isabella slid her small tanned hand down the blonde’s back to her bottom, groped it tightly and gave the blonde’s soft behind a hard slap. The blonde moaned in response. 
Mary whispered, “That blonde girl is Catherine, one of our other maids. Oh my God what are they doing?” Rachel smirked, “They are making love to each other Mary.” Rachel wasn’t surprised, she had seen her black slave girls make love back home on her parent’s cotton plantation and the lack of male servants on this English estate meant that girls were more likely to seduce each other.
Isabella held Catherine’s hand and led her to the muddy bank, wading through the stomach height water. She gently laid Catherine on the bank and lay beside her, kissing her as her left hand slowly explored every inch of Catherine’s smooth body. Isabella’s hard nipples brushing against the microscopic hairs of her lover’s body, their tongues massaging each other, slowly Isabella dragged herself on top of Catherine, as Catherine widened her legs to accommodate. Isabella smoothly moved her body up and down, grinding her aching pussy against her girls golden blonde pussy, their nipples rubbing against each other, their tongues still battling against each other.

Rachel felt the tingling sensation in her nether region and she knew what that meant. Rachel also could not help but glance over at Mary when this is happening, well not glancing at Mary, glancing at Mary’s breasts. “Oh God, incestuous thoughts, that can’t be good,” she thought. “I’m going to go to hell for this. God, I would give anything to know what Mary is thinking right now.”
Isabella led her lips downwards, to the chin, right down the neck, the chest, the breasts, the nipples, the stomach.
Mary had felt the tingling sensation too; she liked it, and liked what she was seeing. She also had an undesirable desire to do the same to her cousin; she wanted to taste her lips so much. Mary felt something on her leg, “Oh my god, Rachel’s hand is going slowly up my leg.” Mary’s leg tingled with excitement at the touch but didn’t dare turn her head; she just kept her eyes on Isabella as she slit her tongue into blondness.
“Mary?” Rachel whispered

Mary turned her head. Rachel was pointing to her leg, none of her hands were near her leg. “What the hell is that Mary?”
Mary didn’t even get to recognise the brown mass on her leg, before she screamed and leapt in the air, the spiky creature flew in the air towards Rachel causing her to shriek. The sudden screams prompted Catherine to yell out and Isabella to give a muffled cry into Catherine’s passage. Catherine and Isabella ran for their clothes to cover themselves, Mary was still screaming, brushing invisible stuff all over her body as if she was infected, Rachel who had already gotten over her scare smiled at the situation.
Catherine and Isabella had not had time to their clothes on, just cover their nakedness. “Miss Stevens.” They both stammered and curtsied. Isabella spoke quietly, “We did not hear you come by, my lady.” Catherine was flushed red, from sex or embarrassment, Rachel did not know. Mary was equally embarrassed and was speechless. It was Rachel who finally broke the silence by laughing “Carry on ladies, we will not bother your love making anymore. See you at dinnertime, serve me something I would like.” With this she gave a wink to the two girls, grabbed Mary’s hand and ran with her back towards the house, leaving the servant girls bewildered as they dressed.

Rachel and Mary stopped panting halfway up ridge on the path. They both slumped on a rock; Mary gasped, “That was embarrassing.”
“That was arousing,” replied Rachel
“What do you mean?” Mary’s tired beating heart leapt.
“I mean I was sexually aroused by them making love,” Rachel said as matter of factly. “I had an affair with one of my black servant girls that bathed me until my mother caught us.” Rachel hesitated. “My mother beat her, she nearly killed her. I pleaded her to stop it but she wouldn’t. I hate the way white Americans treat Negroes.”
“Land of the free for whites only, eh?”
“Exactly.”
“What is it like making love to woman? I didn’t think it possible until I seen it today.” Mary asked curiously.
“It’s kind of like making love to yourself, like there is two of you and you know where all your favourite spots are and how to get at them.”
Rachel wanted to throw herself onto Mary and kiss her right then and there, but something held her back, fear maybe. Making love to a woman is one thing; making love to your blood cousin is something completely different. No, she wouldn’t do it, not unless she was completely sure Mary felt the same way. How can I make Mary want me? Jealousy might.

“Come on,” said Mary. “ It will be time for dinner soon.” They headed for the mansion.
Mary had spent the last hour talking idol chat with her long lost auntie and Rachel had told stories about America and the war with Britain to Mary’s sisters when finally Henry exclaimed “Dinner is served.”

Mary and Mary’s mother Anne where at the heads of the table, on one side sat the twins and Jezebel. On the other side sat Rachel and Ruth, Rachel had made sure she sat beside Mary, leaving Ruth to sit beside Anne. Isabella and Catherine were serving the food and Mary noticed were avoiding eye contact with either her or Rachel. Mary was avoiding them too, but Rachel had a mischievous smile on her. Catherine stood between Rachel and Mary, Isabella between Ruth and Anne waiting to serve wine or clear plates and cutlery. Ruth and Anne were again in a deep conversation when cutlery rattled on the wooden floor. “Opps I have dropped my fork,” said Rachel.

“Do try to be more careful my dear,” replied her mother. Rachel bent down to pick up the fork with her right hand while with her left hand reaching under Catherine’s dress slid her hand up the maids bare leg as she pushed herself up on the seat again. Catherine shifted a little. “Mother and Aunt Anne I seen something unbelievable at the waterfall this afternoon.” Catherine froze on the spot. Mary’s jaw dropped. “What did you see Rachel?” asked Anne politely. Rachel stroked the inside of Catherine’s thigh. “I seen… a furry spiky thing on Mary’s leg.” Catherine’s whole body relaxed although Rachel was edging her hand up. “It must have been a hedgehog,” Mary blurted. Ruth and Anne nodded and began talking about their business again. Rachel decided it was time to tease Mary a bit. “Catherine what nice fabric your dress is made up out of.” Rachel took her hand off Catherine’s leg, letting her dress fall down to its proper position, just brushing the ground. She then placed her on the small of her back and started rubbing it. “Mmm it feels so good.” Mary was watching Rachel’s hand like a hawk as it moved downwards to the maids left bottom cheek. Rachel was watching Mary’s wide eyes and saw that Mary was enthralled in this sight, great. Rachel groped Catherine’s bottom cheek making Catherine stiffen up. Mary kicked Rachel under the table and nodded towards their mothers who thankfully had not noticed, Elisha however had noticed and was staring with wonder at Rachel.

“Excuse me Aunt Anne, but where are the servants rooms, are they in the mansion or in a house outside?”
“They are in the mansion Rachel, why do you ask?”
“Oh I’m just curious.” Rachel smiled.
The family finish their dinner and headed towards the library for coffee and cake to waste the late hours away.
“What were you doing Rachel?” whispered Mary.
“Huh?”
“What were doing to Catherine?”
“Oh just teasing her, I think I might seduce her tonight. I wouldn’t mind my tongue in that golden haired pussy.”
Mary went white.
Anne broke in, “Well I think it is time to go to bed, we are going into the city to shop tomorrow morning. Catherine and Isabella, will you lead our guests to their rooms please?” Rachel grasped Catherine hand and dragged her to the door, “Come on Catherine show me to my room.” Mary and Elisha looked knowingly at each other.

“My lady you are in the room next to Mary’s, there is a unlocked door in between them, is that alright?”
“Of course it is,” replied Rachel. An unlocked door between her and Mary, Rachel couldn’t have asked for more.
Catherine opened the door and let Rachel in. “Henry has already left your luggage in, there is a mirror, drawers and poster bed.” Catherine walked to the window, “You have a great view of the forest and hills here, my lady.” Rachel closed the door. “Thank you Catherine, it looks lovely in the moonlight.” Catherine began lighting a few candles as Rachel sat on the bed. “Come and sit beside me Catherine.” Rachel patted the bed; Catherine did as she was told. Rachel turned her body towards her, “Are you embarrassed by today Catherine?”
“A bit, my lady.”
“Why?”
“Because we got caught, by two of our mistresses, my lady.”
“Do you know how I felt seeing your wet bodies writhe?”
Catherine said nothing
“I was aroused, I ached to be in Isabella’s place, to suck your bright pink nipples.”
Rachel gently pushed Catherine until she was flat on the bed, Catherine didn’t give any resistance.

“I want to taste your soft lips.” Rachel touched her lips with the tip of her tongue, returned it to her mouth and as Catherine closed her eyes gave her the softest, the lightest of kisses on the lips.
“I will be waiting naked here for you Catherine. Sneak into my room in the early hours of the morn. Then we will give each other pleasure, as my naked body writhes against your perfect…” Rachel kisses her on the neck “soft” another kiss “snowy skin” kiss. Rachel let her go “I will see you later.” Catherine said nothing and walked out of the door. Rachel laughed to herself, “she will be back, they always do.” Rachel washed herself, undressed and jumped into bed naked, waiting.

Mary had already changed into her nightclothes and was strutting up and down, thinking. “How can she do this she is only here one night and she is sleeping with the help. I must stop it somehow, just walk in there and stop it”
“She might be making love to Catherine already, oh what a nightmare.”
“Find an excuse”
“I could ask if she likes her bedroom.”
“Yeah that would do it.”
“Here I go.”
Mary opened the door to Rachel’s room and walked in.
“Who’s that?” Rachel shouted, sitting up covering her naked self with a sheet. “Oh its just you Mary come in.” Rachel let go of her sheet; it slid down her body to reveal her breasts and stomach, the moonlight making her tanned South Carolina skin turn milky.

“I was just wondering how you liked you room Rachel?” Mary gasped, she couldn’t take her eyes of her cousins firm D- cup breasts reflecting the sliver moonlight.”
“My face is up here Mary.” Rachel laughed.
“Y…yeah I know.” Mary stuttered, she racked her brain to find an excuse to her staring. “Its just your breasts are beautiful, I wish mine were as beautiful as that.”
“Thank you for the compliment, but I prefer your breasts. They are enormous.”
“Nah, they hurt my back sometimes,” Mary shrugged. Silence, worst of all an awkward silence, Mary did what she could only think of ending it. “Good night Rachel, pleasant dreams.”
Rachel sighed. “Good night Mary.”

Mary silently closed the door and leaned against it clutching her wet mound. “Tell me God, why do I want her.” She ran to her bed ripped off her nightclothes, exposing her E-cup breasts to the lunar light and slowly inserted her fingers into her mound. As her fingers slid into wetness she kissed and sucked her own tits, imagining that that Rachel is doing the same, rubbing her breasts over every inch of her body. “Oh Rachel,” she moaned. “Oh my forbidden cousin, fuck me.” “Oh god, yes, more, give it to me Rachel, more, oh go…ddddddddddddd.” She gripped the wooden headboard as her body gyrated against the bed. “Rachel, Rachel, oh Rachel,” whispered Mary. She wiped her fingers on the sheet and slept soundly, dreaming of being in the arms of her beautiful American cousin, her forbidden lust.

To be continued.