as I read their journal, a book that was half filled
with erotic adventures. They had elicited my help to find their
earthly remains, having done so; I had also found the book, which
revealed more about these two than words could ever say.
I had my fluorescent light on in the bedroom,
(it allowed me to see them) reading the book and looking at my
new-found friends, I wondered how these two lovely creatures could
get up to such naughty things. God I wish they were still alive, I
thought for the umpteenth time.
In order for me to convey just what I was
feeling I will read another one of their stories to you, or rather
their autobiographies.
***
”July 27 - My Father is to hold a dinner party for a number of his most
select clients, we have discovered that his apprentice will also be
there. Father wants my sister and me to prepare a meal for ten
people. We have done nothing but talk about it ever since we found
out. Having gotten the required food stuffs from the market we set
about preparing a three course meal. Everything went well and the
dinner was coming along nicely. Father says if this meal goes well,
he might expand into other territories. We can see that this is an
important day for him so we decide to dress in a most seductive
way, in order that his clients feel they would like to do more
business with our Father.
When the hour finally arrived we found that
all his clients were men. Having served the dinner we joined them
to eat. Not one of them could keep their eyes off the pair of us.
We had decided to both wear long white dresses that evening which
were most revealing in the front, allowing our guests to ogle on
more than one occasion. Father’s apprentice sat between my sister
and me. We were both teasing him all night, my sister would drop
something on the floor and when she bent down to retrieve it she
would rub her hand over his cock when straightening up. This would
make him cough or gasp out loud, but he would recover his
composure, and carry on as if nothing had happened.
When dinner was finished they all retired
into the study for drinks and men talk, which was how my father put
it. My sister and I were left to clear the dishes, which on that
night was performed with such haste that the work was done in
fifteen minutes. Father had the responsibility of taking four of
his client’s home in his brand new automobile. I personally hated
the contraption; it was noisy and a little uncomfortable. It had
been the main topic at dinner with those that knew they were going
to get a ride home in it later.
We knew that at least two of the guests that
were going with Father lived a good one hour drive from our home,
so Father wouldn’t be back for at least two hours. So there we were
entertaining the last six of his guests, all of which had had one
too many drinks that night. They were perhaps a little more relaxed
once my Father had gone, for one of them remarked how stunning we
were, something all the others agreed with. Two of them however had
had more than enough alcohol and decided to call it a night.
Fetching their hats and coats we let them out, now there were just
four men left, my sister and I didn’t want to lose any more so we
decided to up the pace a little.
When we rejoined the four that were left,
they were laughing about something but wouldn’t share what they
were laughing about. We flirted unashamedly with all four of them,
until one of them could take it no longer. He was perhaps the
oldest one there, about thirty-two. He grabbed my arm turning me to
face him and then gave me a good hard kiss on the lips.
The others watched, not saying a word until I
started to kiss him back. That’s when the fun started, suddenly we
both had two men each placing their hands everywhere upon our
bodies, in fact it didn’t take long before my sister and I were
both naked, and being kissed from head to toe.
One of my partners was Father’s apprentice,
which my sister
with erotic adventures. They had elicited my help to find their
earthly remains, having done so; I had also found the book, which
revealed more about these two than words could ever say.
I had my fluorescent light on in the bedroom,
(it allowed me to see them) reading the book and looking at my
new-found friends, I wondered how these two lovely creatures could
get up to such naughty things. God I wish they were still alive, I
thought for the umpteenth time.
In order for me to convey just what I was
feeling I will read another one of their stories to you, or rather
their autobiographies.
***
”July 27 - My Father is to hold a dinner party for a number of his most
select clients, we have discovered that his apprentice will also be
there. Father wants my sister and me to prepare a meal for ten
people. We have done nothing but talk about it ever since we found
out. Having gotten the required food stuffs from the market we set
about preparing a three course meal. Everything went well and the
dinner was coming along nicely. Father says if this meal goes well,
he might expand into other territories. We can see that this is an
important day for him so we decide to dress in a most seductive
way, in order that his clients feel they would like to do more
business with our Father.
When the hour finally arrived we found that
all his clients were men. Having served the dinner we joined them
to eat. Not one of them could keep their eyes off the pair of us.
We had decided to both wear long white dresses that evening which
were most revealing in the front, allowing our guests to ogle on
more than one occasion. Father’s apprentice sat between my sister
and me. We were both teasing him all night, my sister would drop
something on the floor and when she bent down to retrieve it she
would rub her hand over his cock when straightening up. This would
make him cough or gasp out loud, but he would recover his
composure, and carry on as if nothing had happened.
When dinner was finished they all retired
into the study for drinks and men talk, which was how my father put
it. My sister and I were left to clear the dishes, which on that
night was performed with such haste that the work was done in
fifteen minutes. Father had the responsibility of taking four of
his client’s home in his brand new automobile. I personally hated
the contraption; it was noisy and a little uncomfortable. It had
been the main topic at dinner with those that knew they were going
to get a ride home in it later.
We knew that at least two of the guests that
were going with Father lived a good one hour drive from our home,
so Father wouldn’t be back for at least two hours. So there we were
entertaining the last six of his guests, all of which had had one
too many drinks that night. They were perhaps a little more relaxed
once my Father had gone, for one of them remarked how stunning we
were, something all the others agreed with. Two of them however had
had more than enough alcohol and decided to call it a night.
Fetching their hats and coats we let them out, now there were just
four men left, my sister and I didn’t want to lose any more so we
decided to up the pace a little.
When we rejoined the four that were left,
they were laughing about something but wouldn’t share what they
were laughing about. We flirted unashamedly with all four of them,
until one of them could take it no longer. He was perhaps the
oldest one there, about thirty-two. He grabbed my arm turning me to
face him and then gave me a good hard kiss on the lips.
The others watched, not saying a word until I
started to kiss him back. That’s when the fun started, suddenly we
both had two men each placing their hands everywhere upon our
bodies, in fact it didn’t take long before my sister and I were
both naked, and being kissed from head to toe.
One of my partners was Father’s apprentice,
which my sister
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