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"Just like that," Jack agreed, stepping around to kneel behind Jennifer. Stroking his cock lightly with one hand, he reached the other underneath the maid's upturned rear end and slipped his fingers between Jenny's thighs. Mary felt a breath of hot air on her tender pussy as the redhead gasped softly. "She's going to get you off," Jack said, working both his hands gently back and forth, "aren't you, Jenny?"

The maid's only response was a low moan and a wet sucking sound as she fastened her lips to Mary's cunt. Soft warmth enfolded the tender flesh, and moments later Mary felt something flicking up and down along her slit, moving upward to meet her rubbing fingers. A wash of pleasure swept over her as Jennifer's tongue fond her clit and stroked it eagerly. "Oh," Mary moaned, surprise, "Oh! Oh my, ohhhh, Jenny, God!" She laid her head back and stared at the ceiling, eyes wide as the pleasure mounted inside her. Her fingers clutched at her maid's hair. Jack's spunk dribbled from her, warm and slick as it oozed into the crack between her buttocks, and Jennifer's fingers came up to rub it eagerly into Mary's flesh. Mary cried out loud as a fingertip wormed in between her cheeks and pressed against her sensitive pucker.

She was cumming before she knew it, shrieking and writhing beneath Jennifer's to
ngue. The pleasure was too much, overwhelming in its intensity, but the maid went on licking mercilessly. Her slender finger drove in and out of Mary's bum as the young noblewoman came, prolonging the powerful orgasm. Mary's clit throbbed, painfully aroused, and her soft breasts bounced up and down on her chest as she jerked on the kitchen floor.

"That's it," Jack panted approvingly. "Get your mistress off, Jennifer, there's a good girl. Clean her off when you're done, too! Mustn't be an untidy maid..."

As he spoke, he pulled his hand from between Jennifer's thighs and scooted up close on his knees, his prick hardened and ready once again. As Mary's spasms of pleasure subsided, she opened her eyes to see Jack thrusting himself eagerly into Jennifer's cunt, grunting in satisfaction and making the redhead moan against Mary's skin. The lashing tongue slid downward, away from Mary's tender clit and into the wet gash between her thighs, lapping at Jack's spunk. Jennifer's finger never stopped its firm thrusting in and out, and Mary moaned in pleasure, driven half mad by the sensation of having her bum filled while her maid licked Jack's cum from her pussy. 

"She's a good maid, isn't she?" Jack panted. He gripped Jennifer's upturned rump in both hands and pounded at her hard, driving his cock in and out. Every thrust slapped audibly against her thighs, and pushed her face firmly against Mary's pussy. "From now on she'll clean your pussy any time I spunk in it...won't you, Jenny?"

Raising her face from Mary's crotch, sticky and slicked with juices, Jennifer cried out, "Ah! Yes, Jack! Yes, I love eating your cum...thank you for letting me lick your sister's slutty pussy!" Her eyes were wide, her hair disheveled; a bright flush colored her cheeks until they nearly matched her hair. Crouching low, she thrust a hand beneath her body, and Mary could see it working up and down as the maid rubbed furiously at her clit. "Fuck me Jack," she pleaded, staring up into Mary's eyes as the noblewoman watched, transfixed. "Fuck me hard. Oh god, fuck me hard, Jack, I'm gonna cum...fuck!"

Throwing her head back, Jennifer howled with pleasure. Mary felt a pang of jealousy as her maid convulsed -- despite having just cum beneath the woman's talented tongue, she couldn't help resenting that Jennifer got to cum with Jack's cock inside her, when Mary hadn't! Guiltily, she reached down to rub her pussy, and found it tender and eager beneath her fingertips.
She pressed a little harder and rubbed her clit as she watched her maid shudder and moan beneath the pounding of Jack's hips.

"Oh fuck," Jack gasped, his face clenched in concentration. "Ahh, God she feels good when she cums. Yes, Mary, just like that -- play with your pussy for me! Spread your legs wide, I want to see it...ahhh!" He hunched forward over Jennifer and pounded away furiously, while Mary, moaning, parted her folds with a pair of fingers and sunk a third finger deep into the sopping mess of her cunt. Cum and her own juices squelched around her, bubbling out beneath her finger; the gasping Jennifer thrust her tongue out and lapped at them eagerly.

Jack groaned and squeezed at Jennifer's ass. "Nngh," he grunted, "Jenny, ah, fuck. Get ready to move, Jenny. I'm close, oh fuck I'm close, but I want to blow in Mary...want to spunk my sister's pussy up again. Ah, God, I'm cumming -- move, Jenny, quick!" With a gasp, he jerked himself free of the kneeling maid, his cock bouncing free for a moment before he grabbed it and began to stroke himself vigorously. Jennifer, still flushed with pleasure, gave a moan and rolled onto her side. As she sprawled on the kitchen floor, Jack lunged past her with startling speed and grabbed Mary's wrist, tugging her hand out of her pussy and thrusting it roughly to the floor.

"Just like that, Mo!" Jack yelled. He pinned her wrists, one in each hand, and rammed himself into her body in one hard thrust. Mary cried out, feeling her pussy spasm, and Jack echoed with a yell of his own as his cock swelled and pulsed inside her. Gooey warmth flooded Mary's body, and she found herself clenching tight, her own body exploding in a second climax as Jack pumped his sperm into her.

"Ahhh," Jack groaned, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, "Yes, Mo -- take it all! Take my cum!"

Almost weeping with pleasure, Mary threw her arms around him and pulled him in close. "Yes," she gasped, "Oh, yes, Jack! Cum! Spunk in me -- spunk your sister up!" She hardly knew what she was saying, but she didn't care, so long as it made her brother happy and kept him right where he was, spending his load on her eager, swollen slit. The wet warmth of his climax seemed to flood her insides, filling every nook and cranny of her greedy snatch. Lying beside them, Jennifer moaned and fingered herself, the redhead's face a mask of tired, hungry lust.

"Oh god," the maid panted, watching. "Oh god, Jack. You're really doing it. You're creaming your sister's pussy so good. You're going to knock her slutty little cunt up if you're not careful...fuck that's hot!" She grunted and curled a little tighter on the floor, clearly working herself up to another tiny, trembling climax with a finger on her clit.

Finally, Jack collapsed atop Mary, who had long since gone limp beneath him. The three of them lay on the kitchen floor and panted for breath. Their bodies were soaked with sweat, as were Jack and Jennifer's bedraggled clothes -- Mary was briefly grateful that she, at least, had been stripped down before the fun began -- and the whole room stank of musky sex.

A dull, pleasant ache was building between Mary's thighs. She winced a little as Jack pulled free of her, and stuck a hand down to squeeze her tender flesh. Sticky cum poured out into her cupped palm immediately, and she blushed. Mary was still not quite sure what purpose Jack's warm loads were supposed to serve, only that they exploded inside her when he reached his peak -- and that she liked the feel and smell of them, very much!

Jack rose to stand over her with his cock still dripping. He smiled down at her, his expression possessive, and Mary smiled fondly back up. It was hard for her to believe that their trysts were less than half a day old. She could scarcely imagine a life where she wasn't fucked by her brother.

"Well, ladies," Jack said, as if reading her mind, "This is how the household's going to be run, then, so long as I'm in the house. Mary, sister, darling, you're my sexy little slut and I want you to be happy, so I'm going to use your cunny as often as I can, does that sound all right?"

Mary blushed and nodded happily. Jack smiled indulgently and went on, "
So you'll only need light little house dresses, except for when we go out -- I'll have some things made and sent up from London. You'll like them. And Jennifer will help keep you wet and horny when I'm not around." He found his trousers and eyed them dubiously, then threw them over his shoulder rather than trying to pull them onto his sweat-soaked body. "Go clean yourselves up now, girls," he instructed. "We do have to make
some
public appearances while we live here, from time to time, and I've accepted an invitation from the Countess Antrim for a party a few nights hence. She throws masquerades; trendy little things. You'll be traveling down to the city where you can have some proper outfits made tonight. Get a private room and enjoy yourselves, hm? Oh, and Mo...I want Jennifer to be in charge of choosing the outfits, all right? You just do what she tells you."

Mary blushed. That didn't sound quite right -- but she was hardly going to argue with her brother while she was lying on the kitchen floor, covered in sweat and sitting in a puddle of his cooling spunk! Besides, Jennifer seemed almost chastened with Jack around, far from the dominant, teasing minx that had first coaxed Mary into sliding a wine bottle between her straining butt cheeks.
A day of trying on clothes with her wouldn't be so bad. It would give them a time to calm down and return to their normal roles. Perhaps she could even manage to avoid letting Jennifer talk her into any new scandalous behavior...

"I can't believe," Mary said for at least the third time that night, "that I let you talk me into these scandalous behaviors!"

She reached back to adjust the hem of her dress, also for at least the third time. There was something stretchy sewn into the black fabric, so that it hugged her bottom unnaturally tight. That would have been bad enough on its own, but whatever the seamstress had used was gauzy and nearly see-through in the light. Worse, the front was slit nearly all the way up, with ruffles to disguise the opening -- it wasn't exactly obvious, but anyone who wanted to could plunge his hand right through the front of Mary's dress to grope her cunt unhindered!

Jennifer's choice of outfit had also eschewed drawers of any sort (they would have shown through the clinging black gauze anyway), which meant that Mary was naked beneath the single, sheer garment. Her corset, above the dress, was at least normal, if somewhat gaudy in its black sequined fronting, but both it and the neckline of the dress cut off below Mary's cleavage, and Jennifer had forbidden any shirt underneath. Instead, Mary wore a long pair of black opera gloves that stood in for sleeves, covering her arms most of the way to her bare shoulders.

Only the wide butterfly mask that hid everything but her nose, mouth, and chin had convinced Mary to even attempt the outfit in public. That, along with Jennifer's patient reminder that no one in the county knew them in the first place -- and with no small amount of tender, teasing rubs against Mary's bum during the fitting -- had finally bent Mary to her maid's wishes (and, she presumed, by extension to her brother's; the two of them had shared a long, whispered conference prior to the shopping trip
that Mary had not been part to).

"Just relax," Jennifer murmured soothingly. The pair of them were walking arm in arm up the long drive to the Countess Antrim's manor. Jennifer was dressed in a perfect mirror of Mary's costume, red instead of black, and held an invitation of her own -- not, of course, made out to Jennifer Cooney, Irish
serving woman, but rather to "Jamie Cantriff," a fictional cousin of the family that Jack had invented to secure an invitation. He'd begged off the Countess's party himself, claiming business in England, but had promised to send his sister and her "cousin" in his stead.

"Remember," Jennifer coached as they approached the house, "none of them have a clue who either of us is! The Countess is the only one who'll know, and your brother says she's a randy old she-dyke who spends most of her life tormenting her daughter-in-law. She's expecting to see a couple of hot young things at her party, and she'll be disappointed if you don't act the part. Just let go and be a slut. Pretend Jack's here to watch you." She smirked, and Mary blushed in the darkness.

Then they were at the front door, having climbed a low arc of marble stairs, and it was too late to do anything but smile politely at the Countess, who stood by the entryway to welcome her guests herself.

Lady Jeanette Wilthrop, the Countess Antrim, was a tall, gray-haired lady with
a build like an iron railing: straight, stiff, and sharply-angled. Her gray gown, uncorseted, was floor-length and high-necked, in stark contrast to Jennifer and Mary's clinging, shoulderless outfits, and Mary quailed in dismay as they approached. She was half expecting to be turned away, but the Countess merely smiled, glanced at their invitations, and gave them both a gracious nod.

"Hello girls," she said in tones of dry amusement. "Heavens. I was told to expect you, but it's still quite something to see in person. You're going to make quite a splash." The corners of her mouth twitched. "Don't worry," she said, "my g
uests here are from all over. Most of them don't have a clue who any of the others are, masks or not. You're unknown to everyone. You'll be quite safe in those...provocative...costumes."

To Mary's shock,
the Countess ran a gloved hand lightly along Mary's collarbone, then down into the valley of her cleavage. Mary shuddered as the older woman stroked her half-naked breasts lovingly. "Yes," the Countess said, "I feel quite provoked, indeed." She smirked, gave Mary a quick squeeze, and jerked a head toward the inside of the manor house. "Go on then, dearie -- enjoy yourself! I'm sure we'll get a chance to talk again later this evening."

A gentle push from Jennifer nudged the stunned Mary past the Countess and into the front hall, which let out onto a parquet ballroom on the left.
Her eyes widened, and she whimpered a little at the sight of the crowd inside.

The Countess's ballroom was large, and she had filled it with a good collection of guests. Mary recognized none -- they were all masked, of course, although some of the masks were small dominos that
did little to hide the faces beneath them. A string quartet was already playing, and couples were flowing about the flow in relaxed patterns. Masquerades were, traditionally, casual events: no formal dance cards and no pre-arranged pairings, at least for the younger set. Some of the older, married couples would stick together, Mary knew, turning down other partners -- and then again, some would not. Even before her sexual awakening at Jennifer's hands she had known of some randy old men in the upper crust. Masquerades were convenient opportunities for them to grab a bit of noble young bottom or bosom while pretending not to know whose daughter they were fondling. For that matter, Mary supposed, thinking of the Countess's greeting, some of the older women were scarcely better.

They had barely made it a quarter of the way around the dance floor (Mary had no destination in mind, but Jennifer seemed to be gravitating toward the punch bowl and the tower of champagne coups next to it) when a tall, slender young man in a feathered blue mask and matching tailcoat slid gracefully into their path. He bowed, prompting Mary to extend a gloved hand automatically, which the man kissed with enthusiasm.

"Ladies," he said in tones of deep admiration, "you are surely the queens of the hall tonight. We rarely see such stunningly modern fashions out here in the provinces, you know." His mask tilted up and down as he gave both of them a long, lingering, head-to-toe look, which made Mary blush and Jennifer smirk. "May I hope to capture one or both of you in a dance?" the man asked. "Or have you already been overwhelmed with requests? I shall not blame your other suitors if you have, though I may kill one or two in duels, if only to clear a spot in your schedules." He smiled, and one eye -- also blue -- winked through a hole in his mask.

Mary smiled politely at the jest; Jennifer laughed out loud. The bubbly redhead offered her own hand for a kiss, with a little too much enthusiasm. Mary supposed she didn't get many opportunities to have nobles kiss it. It was odd to think of her friend as the outsider. The Lisle household had never maintained much in the way of traditional formality, even the Baron and the Baroness, and Mary's relationship with her maid had
always fallen well outside of the usual upstairs/downstairs divide. For the first time, she had to wonder if the scandalous outfits Jennifer had chosen were a sort of social camouflage, above and beyond simple exhibitionism. They certainly gave the nobility something to notice that wasn't Jennifer's lack of subtle, upper-class graces.

Then again, she thought glumly as a smiling Jennifer nudged her forward with a pat on the bottom, it was equally possible that the redhead was just a pervert.

"My friend would be delighted," Jennifer said, stealing a squeeze of Mary's rump. "And I believe I would as well, after. But please, show her a good time first, I insist!"

Mary's wrath was somewhat quelled by Jennifer's helpful tug on the seat of her gown, adjusting it into a slightly less clinging fall as the two of them parted, but she still spared a warning glance over her shoulder. Fortunately, her adoptive parents had made her suffer through enough dance lessons that she was able to take the blue-coated nobleman's arm and follow his lead into the proper position without thinking about it or tripping over her shoes (she was not used to wearing slippers with heels, but Jennifer had insisted on them). The man proved to be a talented lead, as well, and moved her about the dance floor with surprising grace. Heads were definitely turning to watch them -- well, she supposed, to watch her, anyway -- and Mary could feel herself blushing beneath her dark mask.

She could also feel herself dripping beneath her thin dress. It was rapidly growing to be a problem. Somehow, despite the fear and the risk of real social ruination, flaunting her body in its shameless costume was proving incredibly arousing for Mary. Every sidelong look she caught sent a shiver down her spine. And when her partner's hand slipped just a little too low on her back, resting atop the curve of her buttocks, Mary opened her mouth to protest...and then closed it again, turning her complaint into a small, secretive smile like the ones Jennifer so often wore. She wriggled her rump out from under his hand (which caused the slinky dress to bunch and slide up her backside, as usual), but said nothing, and he seemed to accept the correction with a chastened grin.

When the time came to hand him off to a waiting Jennifer, Mary was almost disappointed. She had enjoyed being led around the floor with nothing to think about but the ritualized motions and the attention everyone was giving her. The little minx had been right -- disguised by her mask, and their relative anonymity in the local society, Mary felt liberated to behave much less strictly than she would have with her face bared.

Standing at the edge of the dance floor and watching blue-coat waltz off with a giggling (and noticeably clumsy) Jennifer, Mary fidgeted and tugged unthinkingly at the sides of her dress. She was awkwardly aware of a growing wetness slicking her thighs, and feared that the musky smell of her wet pussy was becoming noticeable as well. Looking about for a secluded nook or corner where she could dab a napkin underneath her slit skirt, Mary instead found herself assaulted by a stream of polite, smiling men who wanted to know if milady would care for a dance, most of them staring straight down her cleavage as they asked it.

What followed was a series of bewildering dances, with scarcely a pause for breath in between, during which Mary was firmly groped, tickled, pinched, squeezed, and otherwise manhandled by nearly every partner, all of whom whispered compliments of increasingly inappropriate nature into her ears. By the fifth or sixth dance, she found a hand sliding through the slit in the front of her dress to rub her naked thighs, while her lead told her in a breathless voice that he was thinking about her "wet little cunt."

When the music finally stopped for more than a second, Mary staggered to the edge of the dance floor (released by her smirking partner) and stood there, panting and dazed, with her feet spread wide apart to try and get some cool air on her steaming, dripping pussy. She felt stupid with lust, overwhelmed by the effect of so many men admiring and enjoying her body. 

Jennifer whirled to a halt next to her, freed from her last partner and looking nearly as over-stimulated as Mary. She greeted her friend with a breathless laugh and a hug, practically wiggling out of her red dress in her excitement. Most of the redhead's cleavage hung out of the plunging neckline, bared nearly to the nipples. Mary could see hints of areolae poking out over the shelf of Jenny's corset.

"Mary!" Jennifer exclaimed. "This is so much fun! Aren't you having fun?" She kissed Mary, rather more passionately than decorum demanded, and for a moment their tongues intertwined. Helpless, Mary leaned into the kiss, her body's arousal taking over. She squirmed where she stood, tasting wine on Jennifer's tongue and using every ounce of willpower she had left to resist plunging her hand between her thighs and masturbating furiously. Her dripping slit seemed to cry out for attention -- and so did her crinkled pucker, longing for the touch of Jennifer's tongue or a thick, well-slicked toy to stretch it wide underneath her slutty dress.

"Jennifer," Mary panted as they kissed, "Jennifer!" Squeezing her friend's waist lovingly, she pulled back from the kiss with difficulty and tried to catch her breath. "Calm down," she whispered hoarsely, "got to calm down. We're making a scene. Oh! And we mustn't use our names..." She blushed, ashamed of herself for forgetting. They were, indeed, the centers of attention, a guilty glance around confirmed. Stares, ranging from the amused to the aroused to the outraged, made her squirm, blush, and pull her dress into some semblance of order. A grinning Jennifer did the same, more casually and less apologetically. She seemed unconcerned by (and even a little proud of) her near nip-slip, jiggling the guilty breasts cheerfully as she settled them back beneath the neckline of her dress.

"Okay," Jennifer said, chuckling. "I can behave, Mar -- er, lady in black. Black slut, perhaps?" She giggled. "For now, anyway. Got a surprise for you. Shh!" She held a finger to her lips and pointed. Over near the musicians, the Countess Antrim was ringing a small bell and holding her hand up for attention.

"We will break for an hour," the Countess called to the assembled guests, "while the musicians rest. There will be a variety of small entertainments in the parlors. Please amuse yourselves until the dancing resumes!"

Jennifer chortled and rubbed her hands together. "Come on," she urged, slipping an arm through one of Mary's. "Walk with me. Show everyone that sexy butt sway. I told our hostess we'd meet a few of her guests in the Red Parlor."

Automatically obedient in her lustful daze, Mary followed where Jennifer tugged. Their heels clicked in identical rhythms on the parquet floor. Mary bobbed her head in automatic greeting to everyone they passed, not really noticing whether they smiled or scowled in return.