Duets Again

Duet Again.

Mr Bennett walked thoughtfully in a circle around his pretty parkland. He was oblivious to the prettiness surrounding him as his active imagination worked overtime.
He had a problem.
A very serious problem.
He had no obvious solution to his problem.
He did not know what to do.

At times like this he lamented the lack of a sensible wife. Perhaps he could try to talk to Fanny? He realised how futile it would be.
His problem had begun two weeks previous. At the time he had not realised the significance of an event he had witnessed. He now believed that had been the first time.

One cold stormy night Mr Bennett had been disturbed by a howling in the night. Fearing an intruder after the family silver or one of his daughters he had leapt out of bed and searched the house. All had been well and he believed the noise had been the wind.

Now certain subsequent events had linked in his mind to form a pattern. His conclusions were unnerving and terrifying.

Mr Bennett had five daughters and a wife. Most of the house servants were women so Mr Bennett lived his life in a feminine environment. He was used to lace, perfume and frippery. He was used to seeing his half dressed daughter’s race from one bedroom to another as they shared clothes and accessories. He was used to his daughter’s high emotions and overreactions.

The girls were close especially Lizzie and Jane.
Especially Lizzie and Jane.

There was the root of his discomfort.
Lizzie and Jane.
Jane and Lizzie.
His two innocent, loving and best loved daughters.
Except things had changed in the Bennett household and he did not know what to do.
He did not know what normal sisterly behaviour was and what was something more.
The girls had always been close and tender towards each other.
They had supported each other through trials and tribulations.
Through disappointments and let downs.

But now their relationship had shifted and he did not know what to do.
He suspected that the girls had started to behave inappropriately towards each other and become too close physically. He had observed a number of encounters that left him feeling hot under the collar. He knew if he had misjudged them and confronted them it could destroy his good relationship with them. He had to tread carefully.

He decided once again to examine the evidence he had collected.

He had heard the howling noise once more coming from the stillroom. He had hurried in and found a flushed Lizzie and Jane snipping roses for rose water. They said a cat had run in and Jane had stood on its tail.

He had noticed Jane wearing a silk shawl. It had moved in the breeze and he had seen bite marks on her back.

At dinner the night before Lizzie had fidgeted and wriggled throughout the first two courses. She had grown flushed and finally languid. He then noticed Jane who was sitting opposite Lizzie bend to put her shoe back on. His eyes had bulged as he connected the two events and remembered Fanny once reacting to his stockinged toes in the same manner.

‘What can I do?’ he lamented.

After much thought he decided to say nothing but to discretely observe the girls a lot more closely.

All seemed normal for a number of days. The weather improved and the family started to venture outdoors more often. The younger girls wanted to visit Meryton to look at the shops. Mr Bennett’s curiosity was pricked when Jane and Lizzie declined to go as they wanted to press some flowers in the still. He silently observed the girls withdraw from the group and walk to the stillroom. Deciding to follow discretely he hoped all would be well and that his suspicions were unfounded.
He knew women could be intimate with each other; he was a widely read gentleman and knew much of the world. He had a few spicy books with illustrations that had fuelled the images he had of his daughters. He dreaded what he might find as he did not know what to do if what he suspected was true.

‘Perhaps I do better not knowing and leave them to it’, he mused.

His feet still carried him forward.

He approached the stillroom and paused to listen.

‘Lizzie it is very warm in here I hope you have followed my advice’, he heard Jane say quietly. He had to strain to hear her voice. He leant in to peer in the side of the door.

He saw Lizzie sitting on the stillroom table. She had her feet resting on a chair. Jane was standing facing Lizzie talking quietly.

‘You know I always do what my older sister tells me to do’, he heard Lizzie reply.

‘I remembered to leave some of my undergarments off today to help me keep cool’ she added.

His eyes bulged as he saw Jane reach out and grasp Lizzies ankles. She started to run her hands up her sisters calves as she leant in to nuzzle her sisters exposed neck.

He was rooted to the spot as he saw Jane run her hands up to her sisiters knees and gently part them.

Lizzie wore white stockings and slippers. Her raised skirt and petticoat revealed exactly what undergarment she had left off. Her drawers. He could not believe what he could see. His daughters most intimate area exposed for him. He turned from a loving father into a man who had just become more aroused than ever before. All thoughts of chastisement vanished as he was reduced to his basest level. A red blooded man. He did not react to her as a father to a daughter but as a lonely older man confronted with the body of a beautiful young woman.

His erection pressed hard against the front of his breeches. He was spellbound.

He watched as Jane pushed Lizzies skirts up onto her thighs and spread her sisters knees wider. He saw Jane look at what he could see. The erotic charge was immense. He lost all reason and became a silent witness to their passion. He stared at his daughters core. His eyes lingered on the soft dark curls as he saw Jane run her fingers through their abundance. He saw a slick of glistening moisture on the inside of Lizzies thighs as her body oozed moisture. He looked at Lizzies face as she melted into the moment.

He watched as Jane reached out her middle finger and started to stroke her sister. Her assurance informed him that he had been right. They had done this before. He saw her finger circle the nub at the centre of Lizzie. The finger moved faster and faster as Lizzie started to writhe. Jane stopped and moved her arms under her sisters thighs and shifted her further onto the table. His erection pressed hard against the door as Jane moved the chair so that she could sit on it. Her face was at the same level as Lizzies exposed core.

He started to feel faint as he saw his eldest daughter reach out with her tongue and slowly lick the nub at the centre of his favourite daughter. Lizzie groaned as Jane used her tongue and lips to carefully caress her sister. She let her mouth slither against Lizzie as she used her saliva and Lizzies excretions to lubricate her actions.
Jane used her arms to push Lizzie gently backwards so that her puckered nether hole was revealed. Mr Bennett saw the whole of his daughters intimate area exposed. He saw more of Lizzie than he had seen of his wife after five daughters had been conceived. He watched Jane use her finger to circle the puckered opening at the juncture of his daughters buttocks. Jane blew on the hole and Mr Bennett saw it pulse. Jane spread Lizzie wide and used her pointed pink tongue to dart against the opening. Her tongue moved forward and pressed into the opening. Jane moved forward and darted her tongue into Lizzies other hole. She gave this careful attention then moved onto the nub. This she suckled and flicked until Lizzie started to jerk and flail. Mr Bennett felt his eyes rooted to the opening of Lizzies body as it pulsed open and closed as she reached her fulfilment. She flopped back on the table as she could not hold her body weight.

Mr Bennett truly thought he had lost the ability to breathe. The illustrations in his book had not prepared him for the beauty before him. He did not see them as daughters but tempting sirens. His erection reached monumental proportions.

He saw Jane wipe her mouth on Lizzies petticoat then tenderly use the edge of the petticoat to wipe the inside of her sisters thighs which were slick with moisture. The love shown was a sharp reminder to their father of their closeness.

Jane kissed Lizzies thighs and murmured gently to bring Lizzie back from her stupour. Lizzie sat up and looked down at her exposed body. She gently felt herself and smiled at Jane.

‘How we have developed our skills at bringing comfort Jane. I do feel that you have improved immensely’, she whispered.

Mr Bennett watched transfixed as Jane grinned and suddenly lifted her skirts. She was naked underneath. He watched fascinated as she stood on the chair and moved forward to straddle her sister. Both of their hairy mounds were pressed hard against each other. He could see the blond hair and dark hair mixing together as Jane started to grind herself against her sister. Jane had her back to him. As she raised herself up and down he could see her buttocks open and close. Her puckered hole was visible to him. Her spread legs allowed her nub to rub against her sister. He saw Lizzies fingers probe Jane as she rose up and he could see between her parted thighs. Jane. started to bear down on Lizzies fingers. Her grinding picked up speed until she was spent.
The sisters leant in and kissed tenderly.

Mr Bennett knew he would need to leave before he was discovered.
He slipped away and retreated to his study. He locked the door and pulled the front of his breeches open. Using his hand he relieved himself of his most pressing need. As he flopped in the chair totally spent he had a flash of self disgust.

‘Was it wrong to be so aroused by the sight of his daughters relations?
Was it wrong to watch and not intervene?
Was he perverted or reacting like any red blooded male?
Was it wrong to want to watch again and again?’

At any time in a mans life an event can occur that changes all that has come before. This was one of those events. His next step would determine the future of his family.

After long moments Mr Bennett decided he did not have enough information to act yet. He felt further close observation would be needed to determine his next course of action.