Duets

Duet

The wind howled through the yew trees in the garden. The storm raged on, the culmination of three days of unseasonably cold weather. Elizabeth snuggled down into her bed and tried her best not to think of her cold extremities. She had spent the last three days indoors as it was impossibly cold, her fondness for walking had not been fulfilled and she felt full of restless energy.
Elizabeth had recently returned from Kent and often felt in low spirits. She had rejected Mr Darcy most stridently but was now starting to regret her hasty actions. His letter to her had shown another side to his character, she felt now that she had probably misjudged him. She also had started to have some rather pleasant daydreams about his physical aspect. He certainly was an attractive man and she wondered whether her eventual hoped for husband would be as attractive a man.

Her door creaked slowly open Elizabeth turned fearfully to see who the intruder was she felt very relieved to see her beloved Jane in the darkness of the doorway.

‘Are you well Lizzie, has the storm alarmed you?’

‘I am well but very cold Jane, get into my bed to warm me please’

Jane readily agreed and the two sisters snuggled together in the narrow bed. Jane lay beside Elizabeth and they both turned onto their sides to face each other. Jane tucked Elizabeth’s feet between her own legs to warm them. She took Elizabeth’s hands and tucked them inside her own nightgown, Jane felt a shock as she felt Elizabeth’s cold hands touch her chest. Elizabeth started to feel some warmth and feeling return to her feet and hands and felt eternally grateful for the presence of Jane in her life.
The two sisters had buoyed each other up during the weeks since her return from Kent. Jane had been astonished to hear of Mr Darcy’s proposal and had used the discussions about the proposal to finally vocalise her frustration and despair at the desertion of Bingley. To Elizabeth Jane could be her true self and not use the polite mask of indifference to cloak her feelings.

‘Do you think we will ever marry Lizzie? Who would want to settle for a wife with virtually no dowry? Will I ever be a married woman?’

Elizabeth hugged Jane to comfort her and mirrored Jane’s questions in her head.

‘Jane I have decided that I am very attracted to Mr. Darcy and now regret my hasty refusal of his proposal. I know it is too late and he has moved on but this does not lift me from this regretful state.’

Jane hugged Elizabeth and gently kissed the top of her head. Elizabeth felt so safe in her older sister’s arms and started to relax. She felt that if one of them were to marry it would be difficult for the one remaining sister, better both marry or neither.

‘Jane what would I do without you? What would I do if you left me alone? I would love you to marry a man you can love and respect but I would feel so lonely in this house’

Jane kissed Elizabeth’s forehead and hushed her. She felt hot tears run down Elizabeth’s cheeks and realised that her sister was in a state of true distress. Jane rubbed her hands up and down Elizabeth’s back and rocked her gently.

Elizabeth moved her hands from inside Jane’s nightgown and smoothed Jane’s cheeks. Her fingers traced Jane’s lips as Jane shushed. Jane kissed Elizabeth’s fingertips to comfort her.

Jane parted her legs to allow Elizabeth to snuggle in further for comfort. Jane wrapped her legs around Elizabeth allowing Elizabeth to feel safe in her human cocoon.

Jane continued to rock Elizabeth. Jane started to experience a feeling she had not had before. As the juncture of her thighs pressed against Elizabeth’s leg she started to feel a warm tingling sensation that was truly pleasurable. Unconsciously Jane’s body compelled her to rock and press against Elizabeth with more pressure. Elizabeth gradually became aware of Jane’s repetitive movements.

‘Jane are you well? I am sorry if I have distressed you. Let me comfort you’

As Elizabeth shifted to comfort Jane she heard her sister say in a slightly altered voice.

‘Lizzie don’t move. I am very well and want to make you feel better. Let me comfort you’

As Elizabeth settled again she felt Jane resume the rocking motion. She felt Jane’s body pressed hard against her own in a way it had never done so before. She sensed a tension in Jane that worried her.

‘Why are you so tense Jane, what can I do to give you present relief’

Jane gasped and shuddered against Elizabeth’s body. She shook slightly for a moment and then lay still. Elizabeth stroked Jane’s cheek and felt a fierce heat from her sister’s face.

‘Jane do you have a fever? Are you ill?’

Elizabeth wriggled out of her sisters arms and sat up in bed. Jane looked flushed and glazed in the dim light. She lay with her arms by her side she seemed to be devoid of all energy. Elizabeth lifted her sister’s hand, when she let go it flopped to the bed.

‘Jane what is wrong? I will fetch Mother’

As Jane became aware of her surroundings she realised that Elizabeth was truly worried about her wellbeing.

‘Lizzie do not distress yourself, I am quite well. Something truly extraordinary has just occurred.’

Elizabeth stared at Jane to gauge her state of health.

‘What do you mean Jane’ said Elizabeth.

‘I am not quite sure’, Jane replied.

‘As I comforted you my body had some sort of seizure that did not feel bad, in fact it felt wonderful. I wonder if it is some sort of divine intervention that rewards kindness with pleasure to promote further kindness’ Jane said in a voice filled with wonder.

‘Where was the source of the seizure?’ Elizabeth asked.

‘In the area between my legs.’ Jane replied.

Jane parted her thighs and took Elizabeth’s hand and put it between them. To Jane the area felt strangely sensitive to the touch. Elizabeth moved her fingers and felt the shape of Jane through her nightgown. She felt a soft mound with a crease running through the centre. The closeness of the sisters prevented any embarrassment over the intimacy of the touching. Their curiosity over the seizure Jane had experienced giving them the impetus for further explorations.

Elizabeth gently rubbed Jane getting used to the feel of her sister’s body. Jane held onto Elizabeth’s probing hand.

‘It feels very sensitive Lizzie. Almost as if it should be left alone for a while.’

Elizabeth pulled her hand away but was still filled with curiosity.

‘Was it truly a wonderful experience dear Jane?’

‘I have felt none other like it’ Jane replied.

‘I do love and care for you so much Jane. Perhaps I could have a similar divine intervention for the care I show you?’ Elizabeth asked.

‘Oh Lizzie lets try to give you the same feeling.’

Jane sat up and pushed Elizabeth onto her back on the bed. She tried to remember what she had done.

She started by rubbing her hand in small circles over Elizabeth’s stomach. She made soft comforting noises to relax Elizabeth. As she felt the tension leave her sisters body she snuggled up next to her and kissed her cheek. Her arm brushed Elizabeth’s breast. She felt Elizabeth jerk. Perhaps this is the start of the seizure thought Jane. She used her palm to cup Elizabeth’s breast. It felt warm and heavy. She looked at Elizabeth and smiled gently. Elizabeth lay there in complete shock. How could this feel so good? She felt Jane’s gentle touch. She felt compelled to beg Jane to press harder to increase the pleasure.

‘Oh Jane this is a joy. Please could you press harder as it feels so good.’

Elizabeth’s legs curled towards her body causing her nightgown to bunch around her thighs. The cold night was forgotten as the cool air on her skin increased her pleasure and anticipation.
Jane could feel Elizabeth’s nipple harden under her hand. She moved to the other breast to see if she could have the same affect there.

Elizabeth started to rub her two thighs together as this felt so good. Jane kept caressing Elizabeth’s breasts moving between them both to maintain the start of the seizure. The movement caused the gown to part at the fastening. Jane realised suddenly that she was caressing bare flesh. She started and made to stop until she realised what lovely soft skin her sister had. She slid her hand under the fabric and cupped the full breast. Her thumb touched the taut nipple and she rubbed it gently.

‘This is where Lizzie will feed her babies’ thought Jane.

Jane leant forward and touched the nipple with the tip of her tongue. Elizabeth trembled in response. Jane licked the nipple and Elizabeth jerked and moaned gently. Jane had seen her Aunt Gardiner happily feed her babies with a tender loving look on her face. She resolved to mimic the actions of the baby to see if Lizzie would look comforted. Jane raised herself up on her elbow and hovered over her sister’s breast. She kissed the nipple then covered it with her mouth and gently started to suck. Elizabeth bucked beneath her. The low moans spurred Jane on to suckle her sister’s breast with abandon.

For Elizabeth the feeling of her sister’s mouth sucking her nipple was absolute bliss. It felt warm, wet, tender and tugging all at the same time. As Jane moved to suckle the other breast Elizabeth lifted her hands to tenderly cup Jane’s breasts. She felt the hardness of her sister’s nipples and instinctively started to pinch the nipples playfully. Jane was distracted by Elizabeth’s actions and raised her head. What she saw made her pause.
Elizabeth lay before her with a heavy drugged look in her eyes. Her full heavy breasts were revealed, Jane could see the moist trail of saliva she had left over her sisters nipples glisten slightly in the pale light. Elizabeth’s legs were raised and parted and the shadow of the hair between her legs could be seen. Jane could also see the inside of Elizabeth’s thighs glisten with some unknown moisture. Elizabeth’s legs were shapely and well toned from all the walking she did. Jane gently touched Elizabeth’s calf to feel the muscle definition. She knew her own legs were much softer in shape. She also noticed other differences in their bodies, the hair between her own legs was much fairer and she knew her breasts were smaller.

‘We are so different Lizzie. We have the same parents but have such different colouring.’

Elizabeth lifted her head and saw her body as Jane did.

‘I would like to see how different we really are.’ Said Jane.

Elizabeth was a woman of action. Before a moment had passed she had leapt out of the bed and started to stoke up the fire. She relit the bedside candle and approached Jane who was sitting on her knees on the bed.

‘Shall we reveal in turns or together?’ Elizabeth asked her sister.

‘I think it would be more comforting if we revealed each other.’ Jane replied.

Elizabeth climbed on the bed and knelt in front of Jane. Jane bent forward and kissed Elizabeth on the forehead.

‘Being this close to you brings me such comfort’ Jane said.

Jane reached down and grasped the bunched up bottom of Elizabeth’s nightgown. She slowly started to pull it up revealing Elizabeth’s form to her curious eyes. She pulled the gown over her sister’s head and tossed it aside. Her eyes lingered on Elizabeth’s face then slowly dropped down to look at her sister’s naked body. She thought Elizabeth looked beautiful. Soft, curving and supple. Full of curiosity she used both hands to cup Elizabeth’s breasts and weigh them in her hands. She lifted her thumbs to stroke the nipples and smiled as her sister arched towards her. She moved her hands down to Elizabeth’s waist and let them drift to her hips. Elizabeth was full of curiosity to see Jane’s body. She reached out and raised Jane’s gown off her body. As she reached up to toss it aside her breasts accidentally brushed against her sister’s. Both sisters gasped at the unexpected sensation. It felt marvellous. They both leaned in and positioned themselves so that their nipples brushed against each others. Elizabeth gently swayed so that the nipples could keep up a gentle friction.

‘It is starting to feel like the time the seizure started’ Jane said.

Both sisters knew they were on the right track to finding the source of the seizure so resolved to keep going.

Elizabeth raised her hands to cup Jane’s breasts which were much smaller that her own. Jane knew that the seizure started when she had rubbed the area between her legs against Elizabeth.

‘Lie down on the bed Lizzie. I want to look between your legs.’ Jane asked.

Elizabeth lay down and positioned herself ready for Jane’s inspection. Jane knelt between her sisters legs. She looked at the hairy shadowy part of Elizabeth and glanced down at her own downy fair hair.

‘See Lizzie we have different coloured hair here as well as on our heads’ she told Elizabeth.

She cupped the roundness of Elizabeth and slowly rubbed her hand in a rocking movement. Elizabeth could scarcely comprehend the amount of pleasure such a small gentle movement could provoke. She gasped and felt her thighs move further apart. Jane looked at Elizabeth’s reaction to her gentle stimulation and knew she was on the right track.

‘Lizzie would you mind if I have a closer look at you? It is quite shadowy so I will need to use the candle.’

Elizabeth nodded mutely; she would succumb to any manner of examination as long as Jane continued to touch her. In fact she did not feel she ever wanted Jane to stop. Elizabeth moved her thighs further apart until she was exposed.
Jane picked up the candle with one hand and carefully leant in to pay a closer examination of Elizabeth. She saw a triangle of dark soft curls with a dark pink slit running through it. There seemed to be more of the glistening wetness on the short curly hairs. Jane used her spare hand to gently twine in the curls. Elizabeth wriggled as it tickled. Jane used her forefinger to stroke the length of the pink slit. As she pressed harder her finger unexpectedly moved past the slit into a hot wet area beneath. Elizabeth gasped and pressed herself up into Jane’s hand. Jane abandoned the candle and used both hands to gently part the slit as if it were a pair of silk curtains. She saw the true shape of her sister Elizabeth. She used her middle finger to trace the folds and shapes that made up the core of her sister. Elizabeth cried out as Jane touched a small protuberance. Elizabeth groaned as Jane retraced her path to play with and caress the most intimate part of her sister’s body. By touching Elizabeth here she seemed to get the strongest reaction. Jane started to worry about the amount of noise Elizabeth was starting to make. What a sight would greet Mr Bennett if he burst through the door to confront an intruder. His eldest daughter fondling and caressing the most intimate area of his most beloved daughter. Jane gently shushed Elizabeth but did not stop her own ministrations. It seemed that the seizure was bound to happen.

For Elizabeth the experience was so pleasurable she surely thought she would die. The frisson she got from looking at Jane looking at her most intimate area heightened the pleasure she got from the experience. It seemed so exquisite to be touched and caressed with such gentle fingers. She felt Jane’s fingers explore lower. Jane paused and whispered to Elizabeth.

‘Lizzie, there seems to be an opening here. Can you feel my finger touching the entrance to the opening?’

Elizabeth nodded, Jane looked into her eyes and their gaze locked. As they stared at each other Jane gently started to push her middle finger into the opening in Elizabeth’s body. Elizabeth felt her breath leave her body and her head relax back onto the bed. Jane circled her finger inside her sister and felt the shape of her. By some instinct unknown to both, Jane started to push her finger in and out of Elizabeth’s opening. Elizabeth felt an intense feeling of satisfaction and started to move her hips with the rhythm of the probing finger. Jane used a finger on her other hand to circle the very sensitive protuberance that had so pleased Elizabeth.

Elizabeth felt that she could die right there and then. Every part of her existence seemed centred on the sweet caresses of her dearest sister Jane.
She felt an intense tightness building within her. It started to pulse and contort the very shape of her intimate area. Jane could feel Elizabeth’s internal muscles suck and tighten around her finger. Her hand became covered in a wet sticky liquid that smelt wonderful. When the seizure came it was strong, intense and profound. Elizabeth knew she would never be the same person again. She knew that once she had tasted this treat she would want it again and again. If only she had known of this divine intervention before.
When Jane felt the pulses stop she slowly withdrew her finger from Elizabeth. They looked at each other and each smiled a soft smile. Jane held her finger up to her nose and smelt the glistening liquid on it. She used the tip of her tongue to taste the fluid; she thought Elizabeth tasted of the sea air. Elizabeth reached up and brought Jane’s finger to her own lips. She tasted herself and wondered if Jane would taste the same.

‘Thank you Jane for such an incredible experience. It was the most pleasurable source of comfort I have ever had.’

Elizabeth looked at her sisters glistening eyes and realised that Jane was still in a state of high anticipation. She sat up and leant forward. She touched her lips to Jane’s and gently kissed her sister. Jane wrapped Elizabeth in her arms and they swayed together as their kisses intensified. Of one accord their tongues tentatively touched then started to entwine in a sensual dance.
Elizabeth ran her hands down Jane’s soft back. She followed the path of the spine until she could cup her sisters rounded posterior. She kneaded and massaged the twin orbs and pressed Jane against her. They could feel the roundness of their mounds touch. Their different coloured downy hair mingled together so that the sisters were truly one shade. Elizabeth lowered Jane down onto the bed, she looked at her sisters body in the candlelight. She nuzzled her breasts and blew gently on the raised nipples.

‘Jane, I want to see if you taste like me.’ Elizabeth whispered.

Jane nodded her agreement and let Elizabeth position her limbs until she was completely exposed. Elizabeth looked in wonderment at her sister’s revealed body. To discover this source of infinite pleasure was truly a divine intervention. Elizabeth leant forward and sniffed Jane. She let her nose wander and interspersed each sniff with a soft gentle blow. Jane writhed as she felt her sister’s hot breath on her most vulnerable parts. Elizabeth made a small point with the tip of her tongue and slowly reverently licked the small pink bobble she saw at the centre of Jane. Jane tasted divine. Jane howled softly, she moved her hand to cover her own mouth. Elizabeth thoroughly wetted her tongue and lapped at Jane. Her saliva mingled with the sweet juices oozing from Jane’s body. The wetness increased the intensity of the friction of the movement of Elizabeth’s tongue against her sister. Elizabeth imagined she was a cat offered the sweetest cream. She imagined how zealously a cat would lap at the cream until it was completely satisfied. She imagined she was a cat who would find nourishment and safety in this new warm fascinating home she had discovered.
Jane felt such a strong intensity she felt her senses leave her. She became nothing but sensation. She looked down between her legs and saw her sister lapping at her like a sleek dark cat. Elizabeth opened her eyes and looked up at Jane. Jane was flushed and panting. As they stared into each others eyes Elizabeth licked her own lips then moved her tongue to lick Jane. The eye contact made the action more profound. This was true intimacy. Jane felt the sensations building and building. She tossed her head back and writhed from side to side. She used her fingers to pinch her nipples and pressed her thighs further and further apart to intensify the sensations Elizabeth was creating in her. When her release came it was accompanied by a loud shuddering moan. Too loud. There were sounds of movement in the house. Gasping for air Elizabeth wiped her mouth with the bed sheet and shushed Jane.

‘We cannot be found like this.’ Elizabeth said urgently.

They both looked at the other and grabbed their nightgowns. There was no time to dress, Jane blew the candle out and pulled the blankets over them as the door opened. Mr Bennett stood in the doorway with a candle expecting to see an intruder intent on compromising his daughter’s virtue. Instead he saw his two favourite daughters snuggled together keeping each other warm on a cold stormy night. He realised that he must have been disturbed by the sounds of the storm. He could return to his bed safe in the knowledge that his daughter’s virtue was untarnished.

The End