Meeting George's sister (Lady Jane 6)

by

Aristocatch

The week spent by Lady Jane at her cousin's house in London proved highly beneficial. The night after the two ladies and their maids had tested each other's sexual resilience, George the second son of Lord Honeywell was the dinner guest. Lady Jane's eyes sparkled all evening and she was on fine form, which George found most attractive. She for her part was not immune to his charms.

He found an excuse to call at the house and pay his respects just before they left, and then a further reason to visit Lady Jane's father, coincidentally when Lady Jane was in residence. A night spent dancing at a reception to which Lady Jane's family were invited cemented relations and left all the family talking about a forthcoming betrothal.

A letter from George arrived telling Lady Jane that his sister was desirous of meeting her and that she was therefore inviting Lady Jane to come to the family home. The footman was soon hurrying off with the acceptance.

George had mentioned his sister on several occasions and more than once indicated that he thought that she and Lady Jane would get on well together. Lady Jane had clearly understood that he and his sister were close, with George valuing her judgement. As the idea of marrying George was most pleasing Lady Jane was, for once, prepared to accept being judged and intended to do everything required to ensure that the judgement was favourable. A date was soon fixed and Lady Jane accompanied by Constance were on their way.

She was delighted that, as soon as their coach pulled up in front of the Honeywell home, George's sister was waiting for them in person on the front step.

“Welcome, welcome” she announced, “I'm Margaret and I'm just delighted to meet you.”

For two days Margaret showed them the pleasures of her house and family estate. Lady Jane met all the members of the family with the exception of George who was expected 'any day'.

On the third day of their visit Margaret took Lady Jane out across the estate to one of the larger estate cottages which, although furnished, did not appear to be occupied. She insisted that they be accompanied by Constance and her own maid, Kelly. Despite her name Kelly spoke with a strong Scottish accent and was a pretty red-haired, blue-eyed lassie.

They left their horses outside the house and went in. Strangely a fire was burning in the grate and the house was most pleasantly warm.

Over two days the two ladies had talked about all manner of things, the majority of which were quite without consequence. The four of them sat down in chairs and Margaret began speaking in an almost conspiratorial tone.

“I have heard it said, Lady Jane, that you may have some experience in testing yourself against other ladies. I'm sure my experience is less than yours, but I would consider it an honour if you would allow me to test myself against you. We want to get to know you as well as we can, and it seems to me that now could be an ideal time and way.” Quite who the 'we' referred to was not elaborated on. Turning to Constance she continued, “I believe you to enjoy the same hobby as your mistress. Kelly has come with us, as she wishes to see for this for herself.”

“What do you propose?” asked Lady Jane, not quite sure how she was to react to this proposition.

“Two variations on a theme. I have had some clothes prepared especially which we will don. We will give Constance and Kelly different tasks to perform and the winner of each task will shed a pre-determined garment until one no longer has any to shed. As for us, dear Jane, I thought we could simply try to rip the clothes off each other's bodies!”

Indeed one of the bedrooms of the house had been prepared with four piles of clothes and the ground floor room next to where they were sitting had been cleared of furniture, and covered in mats to make the floor that much softer.

Constance found that her pile of clothes contained a breast-cloth, a cotton smock top, and thin pantaloons. There were no other under or over garments. On the face of it, three defeats brought nudity.

The two Ladies had rather more clothes, which were clean, but old and relatively fragile. Some thought seemed to have been given to finding clothes which would not resist too much pulling.

The two maids were to open the programme and they quickly changed into the provided clothes. The two ladies also changed and followed their maids into the room where the exercise was due to take place. Just before they started Margaret made a most enigmatic statement.

“The rules which we are to follow will be provided before and updated during the contest.”

The two ladies moved across to the corner of the room, and an unusual sounding voice came into the room.

“Round One. You are to put on the gloves that you will find in the adjoining room, and then you will try, whilst wearing those gloves to pull down the pantaloons of your opponent. You may grapple as much as you wish provided you keep the gloves on.”

Going into the adjoining room the maids found a pair of large mittens each, each pair of mittens being joined together by a chord which reduced the distance possible between the mittens to less than a foot.

The two Ladies had to help put the gloves on and, once kitted out Constance and Kelly faced each other ready for Round One. With her complexions and colouring Kelly looked as if she ought to be more fragile than Constance, but Constance had a feeling that looks could prove deceptive. She thought she would probably rather enjoy the tussles to come.

Enjoyment, however, was particularly in short supply during Round One. The gloves rendered any sort of fighting nigh on impossible. Being unable to spread out your hands ruled out the vast majority of opening moves and when one seemed to have found a way through the cord between the other person's mittens immediately blocked the move. Constance was not at all happy and quickly became frustrated at her inability to get any control over Kelly, never mind try to get near her pantaloons. Even then she could not help wondering how she was supposed to pull them down given that she could not grip anything with her hands. For nearly ten minutes the two floundered around, bumping into each other, but staying on their feet and never looking like finishing the contest. Eventually the strange voice returned.

“Round One is now over. You may remove your gloves.” The two Ladies stepped forward to help remove the gloves before the voice continued.

“A winner is required. Kelly is declared the winner!” Constance was speechless. “Kelly you my remove Constance's pantaloons.”

Kelly did not need asking twice and Constance meekly stepped out of her pantaloons. She was on the verge of complaining (but to whom?), when the voice continued.

“You have thirty seconds to equalise the situation by removing Kelly's pantaloons”. Constance did not hesitate and within considerably less than thirty seconds both maids had lost their pantaloons. For the moment their modesty was covered by the smock top. By now Constance had stopped wondering about what was going on. Kelly had seemingly not reacted to defend herself and Constance was left with the distinct view that Kelly knew what was likely to happen in advance.

“You must put your gloves back on for the next round.”

Duly attired the maids were then told to,

“Sit down on the floor, spread your legs wide open, pull up your tops and use your gloved hands to reveal your most intimate selves in all its glory.” Whatever next? But as Kelly as beginning to sit down, Constance followed suit.

“Turn slightly to your right Kelly. Now Constance position yourself directly opposite. Watch carefully what your opponent is doing.”

Constance looked at Kelly's mound, covered by very light hair which barely hid anything. Her own darker curls hid rather more what was underneath. Would this be a disadvantage? At any rate Kelly was already beginning to trace a mittened hand over herself, so Constance hurried to do likewise.

The mittens were quite soft and the sensations not disagreeable. The mittens were also quite large, which meant that much of each maid's intimacy was hidden from sight but, after a couple of minutes, Constance caught glimpses of parts of Kelly's anatomy which had been initially hidden. She could feel her own lips gradually responding to the caresses and opening, but she felt sure that her darker hairs would make detecting this change harder.

Constance had no way of calculating the time that this 'competition' took; five minutes, ten minutes, it could even have been more. She knew that the sensations were getting stronger, and then that the mitten was beginning to become damp and starting to stick to the skin. When the voice told them to stop and raise their arms she could see that the hairs between Kelly's legs were matted and that her sex was very clearly visible. Looking down she could see that she was in much the same situation, but doubted that it would be as clearly visible seen from a distance. She was not surprised therefore to hear the voice announce that Kelly was the victor, that they could remove their gloves and that Kelly should remove her breast-cloth.

She was now wearing only a smock top – through which her hardened nipples clearly penetrated.

“Charming” announced the voice, though what it was describing was not further clarified. “You may now continue without gloves. You are to wrestle each other, with one sole objective, and that is to expose your opponent's womanhood as much as possible but, no touching it is permitted.”

Words such as 'pervert' and 'voyeur' went through Constance's mind, but with no complaints coming from the two Ladies she was not in a position to do other than prepare to try to save her smock top.
At least she was now going to be allowed some physical contact with Kelly.

Such pleasure was of fairly short duration. They started initially dancing around and trying to lift up each others tops, like naughty schoolboys trying to peep under a skirt. This lasted a while before they came into full contact and grappled each other to the floor, whereupon Constance quickly succeeded in pulling Kelly backwards, so that Kelly's body was lying on hers, but facing upwards. Hooking her feet around Kelly's legs she was able to pull them apart, thus exposing as much of Kelly as possible, and hold the position. A good start she thought to herself before the voice instantly announced her victory and she was allowed to remove Kelly breast-cloth.

Both were now wearing only cotton smocks, which did little to hide the curves of their bodies and that Kelly had more curves than the tightly held breast-cloth had suggested.

“Round three,” (who was counting anyway?). “Your hands will be tied behind your backs. You have only one weapon, your mouths. You will use this to moisten the cloth over each others breasts, as much as you can.”

Their hands were tied behind their backs and they set to trying to approach their mouths towards each others breasts. This was not very easy standing up, with their heads regularly risking to come into collision. Caught off balance once Kelly fell awkwardly to the floor unable to break her fall with her hands, but thankfully the mats prevented any injury. Constance allowed her to regain her feet and it was her turn to take a tumble shortly after. This time Kelly followed her down and it proved much easier to salivate over the targeted area from a kneeling or lying position and the smocks soon became quite wet.

This was certainly not what Constance had been expecting, but she had to admit that the feel of Kelly's hard nipples through the thin cloth was quite fun and that what Kelly was doing whilst sucking on her nipples sent waves of pleasure through other parts of her body.

Very soon their breasts were clearly visible through the sodden cotton and that dreaded voice was to be heard once again.

“Please stop, stand up and face this way.” They struggled to their feet. “I do believe it to be impossible to decide on a winner and I declare a draw. Now it is the turn of the two Ladies.”

Constance could not believe it. She had come here expecting to fight with a most comely looking opponent and the match was declared over without any real fighting. Her face clearly showed her frustration and when she looked at Kelly she thought to see similar feelings, which encouraged her to believe that maybe Kelly had not been as well informed as she had at first thought. Margaret untied her hands and looking directly at where the voice was coming from said.

“Thank you girls. Don't worry, I think we may decide to stay on after I have tested myself against Jane and give you the chance to take things a little further …. if you would like that.” Kelly and Constance left her in no doubt that they would and Constance got the impression that Margaret was deliberately going against the wishes of the voice.

In the meantime the maids moved to the side of the room, rubbing their wrists where the rope had chafed. Lady Jane, just as bemused by events as her maid, took up position facing Margaret and waited for the voice.

“You are to remain standing at all times. Should one of you fall the other will stop and allow her to regain her feet, before continuing. You have one objective and one only and that is to remove the other's clothes first. The only stipulation is that you must remove above the waist first.”

The look on Margaret's face suggested that she had not been prior informed of these rules.

The two women began dancing back and forth, grabbing at any part of the clothing on the upper half of the body they could, slapping away the other's hand to defend themselves. They were actually wearing more clothes than might have been expected and although pieces began to be detached no hint of bare skin was yet visible. Jane changed tactics and caught Margaret around the neck, pulling her head forward. With her other hand she began pulling harder at Margaret's clothing, a large piece of which yielded and exposed part of one of Margaret's breasts. Margaret got her arm free which Jane had managed to trap and was able to pull at Jane's clothes. One of her hands was pulling behind Jane's back, the other scrabbling for a hold at the front.

Jane pulled hard and her momentum caused her to lose her grip around Margaret's neck, coming away with a large piece of cloth and exposing Margaret's pert breasts, rather smaller than her own. But Margaret had kept hold of Jane's clothes, which meant that two good sized pieces were removed. Standing face to face the two began pulling at what was left leaving them both uncovered down to the waist.

Margaret was slightly taller than Jane, but slimmer. Her arms were also longer. She now tried to use that advantage to keep Jane at bay – seeking the best moments to launch fleeting attacks. Jane for her part was frustrated. She would much preferred to have taken Margaret down to the floor and to grapple there, where she was sure that she had an advantage. The rules prevented it however, and seemed if anything to slightly favour Margaret.

The most amusing part of the contest came when they had torn away enough to have loosened the clothes around the waist. Both found themselves with shredded clothes around their legs, even though their hairy mounds were exposed to gaze. The voice allowed them to be thus exposed for a couple of minutes, during which there was little real progress and then announced that a draw was the fair result.

“You are thanked for your efforts. You may now dress yourselves and return to whence you came.”

On the face of it the voice had seen all it wanted to see. Constance desired to go and see who the voice was and even went as far as saying so. Margaret however pointed out that she was the guest and that she should not therefore seek to disappoint her hostess. A polite way of saying 'no'.

Margaret kicked off her remaining rags and helped Jane off with hers. If she felt uneasy being naked in front of her brother's possible future wife, she did not show it.

“You are most attractive” she said, “my brother would be a lucky man.”

Jane knew that she was not as attractive as all that, but she thanked Margaret for her comments. Margaret continued.

“I would like one day to wrestle against you dressed as we are now. Today is not I think that day however. When we do begin I believe that it could be fairly even, though I suspect you to have had more experience. Perhaps I will try to correct that before then.”

“The pleasure would be mine, but what makes you think that I won't too gain more experience before then?”

“Perhaps my brother will find ways of limiting the occasions.”

“There is one thing, however, I believe our maids are still itching to do battle and you did promise.”

“How remiss of me. So I did. We are relatively limited for time, but what is it you would like to do?”

“You saw how this slut here kept showing her body off” replied Kelly with a twinkle in her eye that belied her words. I will expose her for the harlot she is and make her scream for more.”

“The only one screaming will be you, when I rip your breasts off and make sure that no man would want to touch you for weeks to come.”

“Girls, girls, this is no way for Lady's maids to talk. I propose two short contests therefore. The first to, how shall we say, force physical pleasure on each other and the second to enforce physical pain. Are we agreed? Jane, my dear, you and I will make sure that these two alley cats restrain themselves. After all I will need Kelly to run my bath after we get home. I can't have her unable to do so. Beware Constance, or you will find yourself scrubbing my back.”

The house was distinctly warm and the two Ladies made no move to cover themselves. Jane was still itching for a fight and could not help studying Margaret's trim lines, all the while wondering what kind of a fight she could put up and how it would feel to be close against such a body.

The two maids wasted little time removing their slowly drying smocks.

Knowing that they only had a relatively short amount of time in which to test each other out to the full Kelly and Constance wasted no time. While Constance targeted Kelly’s breasts, aiming for the nipples to become as hard as before, Kelly had her fingers seeking access to Constance’s most private parts within seconds. This showed Constance just how Kelly was viewing things and she therefore tackled her to the ground. Once on the mats her mouth sought out Kelly’s breast, and one hand found its way between Kelly’s legs. Kelly had one arm around Constance’s neck, but the other two fingers from the other hand were already working their way inside Constance.

Constance allowed Kelly to penetrate her, confident that she could stimulate Kelly equally with her finger which was plunging in and out of Kelly’s moist insides. She thought that Kelly had sensitive breasts and she was relying on her tongue to provide feelings that would tilt the game in her favour.

But Kelly changed tactics. Reversing over Constance she blocked Constance’s shoulders on the ground with her legs, keeping Constance’s hands away from her and allowing her to use both her hands between Constance’s legs. To do this she had to keep her balance and she lowered her body towards Constance’s head. Constance’s tongue darted out and found Kelly’s secret button with very obvious effect. Kelly was soon forced to change positions, giving Constance the chance to extricate herself.

To and fro they went, fingering each other between the legs, rubbing each other’s clitorises, exciting each other more and more – neither getting the upper hand. So exciting was watching them that Margaret quite forgot that she only intended leaving them a short time. In front of Jane she was loathe to indulge in unseemly behaviour, so she refrained from touching herself, but only with the greatest difficulty.

Kelly and Constance were panting heavily, their most intimate parts grossly displayed for all to see, surely close to being forced to suffer the ultimate indignity of being forced into orgasmic surrender in front of their mistress.

Finally Margaret remembered and stopped them. Who was the more disappointed, it would be hard to say, the two sexually exhausted maids or their sexually-repressed mistresses.

“We really must stop. I’ve let you go on too long.”

“What about my fight?”

“I’m sorry Constance, we are expected back at the house. We’ll have to leave it for another day.”

“Margaret” said Jane, “Watching these two makes me sorry we cannot watch them to a climax. It also makes me sorry that I have not left you with any painful souvenirs of our day. My bedroom is very large and right at one side of the house. Do you think we could meet up there tonight for Kelly and Constance to finish what they have begun and for us to tangle in a more improper way?”

“I admit I am tempted, especially as it would be rude to refuse the request of a guest. I shall see what can be done.”

Honour was satisfied and after hurriedly dressing the four made their way back to the house.

Lady Jane was somewhat put out on arriving back at the main house to discover that George was there. She was less than enthusiastic in her welcome due to a lingering doubt behind the identity of the voice. What if it had been George ? How could she react if he had been spying on her in this fashion. Part of her refused to accept that George and the voice could be one and the same person, but it was worrying that he suddenly appeared at the house just after.

That evening George drew her to one side in the drawing room.

“Margaret has told me about your afternoon. I hope it was enjoyable.”

“Not entirely”.

“I'm sorry that we have certain skeletons in our family cupboard. Not all is as I would want it to be. Let me assure you that the 'maitre des cérémonies' was not me. I would not dream of treating you in such fashion. Margaret has fully acquainted me of the matter. I shall ensure that it does not arise again. I believe that our maids enjoyed themselves more – I'm glad. I believe that Margaret would like to enjoy a similar experience with you at some time. Beware she is tougher than she looks!”

“And you would not mind”.

“Why should I mind? Indeed what right do I have to mind? As long as my sister tells me all the details”, and he laughed a long and dirty laugh.