The Mansion and the Madam (Closed Homerun2611)

[wickedpen]

The spring of 1863 in New Orleans was insufferable to put it nicely. The heat and the bugs with all the rain made staying in the city impossible. We were accustom to the summer being intolerable but this year summer came early. Madame Pomroy, the witch from Nachez had foreseen the weather and warned me during one of our meetings. Madame Pomroy allowed me to speak with my mother, Roslyn, in the next world.

I had the servants have us packed and the house closed by May. I also sent a ltter to Charles, my uncle, who lives and manages Shallow Loch that we would be coming home early this year. Charles is only ten years older than myself and would be at war with the other men but a musketball at Antietam took his left leg below the knee. Now his thirty three years weigh heavy on him and he will be pleased to have us back.

Being the lady of the house with my father, Colonel James McCook, away at the war, I took my brothers and sisters fifty miles to the north east to our plantation.

My name is Hope McCook and I am the oldest of the seven McCook children at twenty three. My dear mother Roslyn died giving my father his seventh blessing Kira, ten years ago. Being the oldest I had no choice but to take her role. Then the war called my dear father, leaving me with even more on my capable shoulders. Capable but slight as I stand a willowy five feet eight inches with long auburn as did my dear mother.

We took two coaches back to Shallow Loch with our five servants. I rode with Miriam, 21, Mary, 18, Elizabeth 14 and Kira 10 while Gavin 16 and Thomas 12 rode with Gill, Betsy and Marcy, while Abe and Hank drove the coaches.

Once the coaches pulled onto the ferry and we were away from the land the breeze from the river lifted our spirits. We loved New Orleans but in the summer it was far from pleasant and the war made it that much worse. We would spend the summer at home and pray for the Colonel's return.

 

[Homerun2611]

The McCook Plantation was just on the western border of Louisiana with the final 20 or so acres of the lush cotton spilling into Mississippi. The port at New Orleans had been an early target of the Union Army as controlling the shipments that could move up the Mississippi, was a key strategic foothold and the Confederacy had no real naval forces to speak of. But the city of New Orleans was pretty neutral, the remainder of the state of Louisiana was not. We were rebels and like most of the other West Point grads, my brother and I headed east to join the armies of either Stonewall Jackson or Robert E. Lee. My brother James was ten years my senior, and was quickly named a senior Colonel under Lee, I was a Lieutenant Colonel with thoughts that with heroics I might earn a promotion at Antietam. Both of us had gleefully volunteered for Lee's Northern Virginia Army. This was the battle, our first move into Northern soil. While the North clearly had the resources, we had the military brilliance and with a few huge early wins, resounding campaigns, Johnny Reb would bring the Union to its knees and allow the Confederacy under Jefferson Davis to remain independent.

That was the dream, it lasted one battle. I did come home with the honor of a purple heart, and the confederate congressional medal of honor. That was the silver lining, the cloud in the middle was the fucking peg leg below my knee. That was not all, I came back with something more, I saw the end from the beginning. Many battles I was sure would follow, but that was our shot, and to play with the lead was critical. Unfortunately, on the bloodiest day in US military history, our Generals were great, but their's were just as good, and they had more guns, ammunition, horses, canons and men. I was carried off that battlefield not questioning if, nope, only when?

James saw me off as I rode off on my horse, "Take care of the plantation brother, my children, our land, I need something to come home to." So, with a strong pat on the back, I came back to McCook plantation, a poster boy for the glory and ultimate failure of the confederacy. However, we were fortunate enough to be located as one of the last bastions the union forces would seize. The battles would take place in Virginia, Tennessee, the Carolinas, Georgia, even Mississippi..."remember Vicksburg"

I am Charles McCook, the still single Southern Gentleman, planter. That means I am a farmer that owns slaves. With over 400 acres of land, and over 100 slaves, we were amongst the rare few, true plantation owners of the deep south. James and I are businessmen, and we treated our slaves a valuable assets. Because of this, our slaves were loyal. Big Jim, our negro overseer was my right hand. We fed our slaves well, beatings were virtually nonexistent, and top producers were rewarded with extra privileges. As of the time I got home, I knew slavery was on borrowed time, and we were prepared to move to sharecropping and business farming when the situation necessitated.

Not that we didn't take our liberties. I had four regular bed warmers, slaves that were promoted to the house staff. Both James and I had four or five children running around the plantation who held a remarkable resemblance to us. My favorite was Betsy, a striking eighteen year old, who had been the product of James' liaisons with Charlotte, our head house maid, who along wit others would service him during Roslyn's many pregnancies, or whenever he wanted.

Even with the leg, I was a strapping man, six foot three, a mountain in the day, barrel chested, muscular, with dark hair, leather tanned skinned, piercing eyes and a mustache and goatee. Still dressing as if the war never happened. As the only regular normal man, with the manners of a southern gentleman, we had a steady stream of southern ladies dropping their delicacies at our door, and staying to enjoy a brandy or three. The one thing that all took comfort in, was the fact I quickly realized, you don't need a foot to fuck well. I enjoyed women, all types, and wondered how my nieces might deal with my not particularly discreet promiscuity.

Abita Springs could be as warm as New Orleans, but being on the northern side of Lake Pontchartrain it benefited from breezes coming off the lake and the cold spring that ran through the valleys. But it was a hot one as I looked out from the veranda and saw the two carriages come up our long lane to the house. Abe and Hank driving, waving to the slaves in the fields as they drove up. I signaled to Betsy to go prepare pitchers of iced tea and lemonade for our relatives. I had a special boot created for my peg leg but needed the use of a cane as I hobbled down the stairs, nodding at the two drivers and opening the door. "Welcome home everyone, how were your travels?..." Finally they tumbled out and I saw her, our eyes inspecting each other, "Hi Hope...it is good to see you..." my eyes then scanned the rest, a smile on my lips, "my how all of you have grown..." I was speaking to all of them, but my eyes, having left Hope, were scanning up and down on Miriam and Mary!

 

[wickedpen]

"Oh Uncle" I sighed as I pulled his big chest tight and smelled the whiskey and tobacco on him. It was smell I had first associated with my father that it had been years since I had seen him and Charles was here now. I felt his hand on my backside through the thick petticoats. I kissed his cheek and said "it's good to be home." He hugged the other girls and shook hands with the boys who, asked as always if they could enlist to which he said "over my dead body!" They understood as he regularly told them of what he had seen in his brief time int he war and none of it was the glory they imagined. Usually just brought a tear to my eye thinking of my dear father in that horror.

"Entertaining visitors today?" I asked seeing his eyes a little glassy from the whiskey. "Miss Penelope come by with some of her peach cobbler for you?" I said trying not to sound jealous. The men my age were either wounded, missing or at war, so I had few suitors, even if I had time for them as it was watching out for my family. Ms Marcy was good to me and helped relieve "the desires" as she called them. She was a couple years older than me but looked younger than me. She was a good servant, I try not to use the word slave, so distasteful. She was more of a sister than a servant, and a sister with benefits to say the least.

I walked up the stairs to the veranda then into the large open doors. It was a beautiful home with two sweeping staircases up the bedrooms on the second floor. My grandfather built this house and the plantation while fighting the Indians and alligators and every other unimaginable hardship you can imagine. My grandmother, James and Charles' mother Katherine and her husband Robert were killed by bandits during the first year of the war. A month after my daddy and uncle enlisted. They were coming home from church and both shot for ten dollars and a silver necklace.

I felt Charles standing next to me as I enjoyed the smell of the cool air and honeysuckle outside wafting in. He put his hand on the small of my back and I leaned my head onto his shoulder. "It's good to be home uncle. New Orleans is getting crazier by the day." I said.

 

[Homerun2611]

It felt good, I won't deny to have Hope hug me, my large strong hands cupping her firm ass through way too many petticoats. In many families the way I gripped her might seem forward, even inappropriate, but that was not the McCook's way. Her young body had the tightness and the subtle, yet spectacular curves of her darker half sister, but the smell was so different, the sweet perfume of a wealthy and gentile southern woman, and my body reacted like a southern man too long deprived of such fineries. I saw Betsy come out and her eyes glared at me, and I understood, despite the inappropriate insolence of the beautiful young slave.

I knew she was pissed as she called down from the veranda, "Would Massuh like me to come down and serve Miss Hope and her brothers and sisters or should I set it out up here?" She never called me Massuh, except for certain nights when we played late into the night, I was Mr. Charles around company and just plain Charles one on one. I smiled at her, it was funny, if it was one of the other slaves I chose to enjoy that night, she would enjoy the night off or offer to join if I so desired. But let me show interest in a white southern lady, particularly Hope, and she let me know of her displeasure. Hope, was who she considered the chosen one, born of the same father, but with mothers that would define one as a southern lady of society, and the other as property. Property to be bought, sold whipped or used as "massuh" so desired, no matter how well she as treated, and no matter, despite how she hated herself for it, she loved him.

For Betsy, Charles was a white knight, strong, gallant, she loved how he felt inside of her, and how he looked at her as they reached the heights of pleasure. She loved the feel of his bed, the sheets, the smells and his toned and cologned body. The other slaves warned her, particularly her mother, Charlotte, who had once been the favorite of Hope's Father, that you cannot let your heart go to a to any of them, at the end we are just property, and we will be set aside and replaced.

I looked at Hope as I told the boys a flat out no, "over my dead body!" and I once again regaled the boys of the horrors of musket ball flying through the sky, entering a man with a hole the size of a penny and leaving the size of a large apple. I only had to tap my leg and then describe how I was one of the lucky ones. I told of dysentery and fever, of marches twenty miles or more in full uniform with only a canteen of putrid water which induced vomiting as often as relief.

Suddenly I saw the tear in Hope's eye and stopped, "the answer is no boys, now and as long as I am breathing" They nodded silently as we went up the small set of stairs to the massive porch, finally relief from the sun. We drank the cool drink and the younger ones finally went inside. Hope stood alone looking out over the plantation, naturally assuming her role as the young matriarch. "It's good to be home uncle. New Orleans is getting crazier by the day."

I put my hand on her back, and felt her melt in a bit. "It is only going to bet crazier, there isn't much good news coming from the front. Luckily there doesn't seem to be much motivation for troops to move North out of the port so I think we are pretty safe her as least for a while."

I turned her toward me and put my hands on her waist and looked into her eyes. "I know your were thinking of your Daddy as I spoke. I promise he was strong when I left him and as a senior officer he has it as good as it gets. James is a strong man, a good man, he will be fine. The last words he spoke to me were of you...he misses you, more than words can say. I've missed you too. This place is big and empty without you Hope, a woman's touch is sorely missed...by all of us. I am so happy to see you...you and I can make sure James has something to come back to...and he made it clear that I was to take care of you just like he would have...and I promise I will do just that...It is good to have you, Miriam and Mary and the young ones. Once you are settled, you and I will take the horses out, I want you to see the land, everything is being taken care of just as I promised James."

It felt good holding her, there was a strength to the young woman I admired and was so attracted to. She was beautiful, yet strong and intelligent, a true partner and the epitome of what her mother would have hoped. "Oh tomorrow night, we are having the Davis', Moncrief's, Beauregard's and Jamison's over for dinner and dancing, I assume you brought some of the girl's party dresses and the boys suits. We will roast a pig, and there is plenty of gin and whiskey. The party is a welcome home party for ya'all...I hope you will all enjoy it, everyone is looking so forward to seeing you." This was true, and there would be a full host of women including some of Hopes and the other children's closest friends, but the men would be boys, under 15, or men over 50. However, all knew how to waltz and dance and everyone would hopefully enjoy a chance to laugh and drink, like we used to, before this damnable war!

 

[wickedpen]

Hearing of the party brought a flutter to my heart, having been locked up in New Orleans for so long this winter. I had to always be on guard for my family, not to mention the unsavory men who roamed the streets looking to corner a woman such as myself and do unthinkable things to me. Now back at Shallow Loch she knew she could relax.

"That's sounds wonderful Uncle" I said looking up into his green eyes with my blues. My blonde hair was long as I had not worn it down in New Orleans and now, in the the country I realized it was nearly to my waist. "Spun gold" my dear father called it as he would run his big hands through it.

"Young or old, I do not care, as long as they can dance and make me feel pretty," I said with that lilt that always brought a smile to Uncle Charles' face. It was good to see him smile and to feel his hand on my back. When we had left in the fall he was living in the bottle and lamenting the loses, which have been plenty.

"Mam would you like something to drink or perhaps change into something more comfortable" Marcy said appearing from the shadows in the house. She was a beautiful woman of eighteen with dark black skin and thick lips. Her eyes sparkled like stars in the night, the night I loved to fall into.

I turned and smiled softly at her as she stood in her black uniform, having changed from the clothes she road in the coach in. Her full chest was barely contained in the dress she had not worn since last summer.

"Goodness Marcy, we will have to have that dress let out, you are filling it out and then some." I said stepping to her and taking her in. Her waist was still as pencil thin as mine but her hips were wider, more maternal. I stood a good three inches over her. "I think I will change" I said smiling knowingly at Marcy.

Turning to Uncle Charles, "I will return directly" with a wink and then swished into the house and up the stairs with Marcy at my heels. At the top of the stairs I looked back to see Charles still watching me and we smiled at each other. I then followed Marcy down the grand hall lined with a long Persian rug my mother had purchased in New Orleans before the war. My room was at the end of the hall, across from my father's. The house was dark and cool and I was intoxicated by the smells of honeysuckle and lilacs drifting through the tall windows where long white drapes fluttered in the warm breezes.

Marcy closed the door as I turned. She then came to me and smiled "it is good to be home mam" then put her hands on my cheeks and I leaned down and kissed her. Her thick lips wet and warm enveloped my tongue as her hands were making quick work of my garments. I smiled as we broke out kiss and let her complete her task, stripping me completely, which was no simple task and left to my own devices or my Uncle I might sooner die before I was freed. I stood pale against her black uniform and nearly black skin as her hand took mine and led me tot he bed. It was a step up and then I fell into the goose down mattress and thick cotton sheets like I was bathing in cream. Marcy massaged my hands and then up my arms to my shoulders.

"It was a long ride mam and you need to be rubbed out , like a stallion after a long ride" she said softly as her hands caressed my shoulders and neck.

"If only I could be ridden hard" I said bringing a laugh from Marcy who's hands now caressed my breasts and rolled my stiff nipples in her hands. "The way your uncle looks at you, I think he is possibly sizing a saddle" Marcy said letting her hands take my other arm and hand. Then down to my feet. I moaned as she rubbed them perfectly. I said nothing of her comment of Charles having had impure thoughts myself.

Marcy worked up my thighs but I resisted opening my thighs for her. She was obedient and read my desires as well as anyone.

"Do you want me to do your back mam?" she asked kneeling on the bed next to my naked body.

I rolled over and she straddled me rubbing and kneading every muscle in my body it seemed. I moaned into the pillows as though I were reaching climax or something she was so good. She finished and I rolled back over and watched her go to the giant oak Armoire and pulled an off white sundress out and laid it on the bed at my feet.

"Everything else should be where you would expect it. Is there anything else Ms Hope?" she asked softly.

I smiled at her feeling wonderful from the massage and the free feeling of being home.

"No, thank you Marcy." I said and then watched her leave.

 

[Homerun2611]

Hope stood there her golden hair down to her waist, and I could hardly hide the admiration I held for her beauty. My brother and I had very similar tastes in women, and I was quite confident that he found few women more attractive than his eldest daughter. It was her 18th birthday that he had made sure she was given a private bedroom just across the hall from his own. She and I had always had an almost innate chemistry, however, while my brother was here, I had assumed her charms were well occupied.

At Shallow Loch, There were two large houses, one had been occupied by James and his now deceased wife, and their children. The second, almost as large and ornate was mine, assumably for me and my future wife and our family. To date, now wife had emerged on the horizon and other than the bastard children borne by my more intimate slaves, I had no children. With the war and James gone, it had seemed foolish to care for both houses, I had had taken up residence in Jame's bedroom suite, with his blessing. I wasn't sure if Hope was fully aware of this, but she would understand soon enough, and I hoped she would be pleased with proximity of our respective sleeping quarters.

I had forgotten in all honesty, how stunningly attractive Marcy was. She was as sweet and well mannered as the days were hot and long at Shallow Loch. But it was her body, that was more like something that was described in a novel as opposed to sitting on the frame of Hope's personal servant. Hope noticed as well, "Goodness Marcy, we will have to have that dress let out, you are filling it out and then some...I need to change." I smiled at Marcy, "You know that I do want you to be comfortable Marcy, so if you need to undo a few buttons, please know that I am supportive of anything you might choose to disrobe." I winked at her, as I knew she was blushing, even behind her perfect dark ebony complexion. "Mr. Charles you are so bad sir, just wicked talking to old Marcy that way." She winked at me, as she could be playful and knew that I liked to enjoy our servants but also treated them like family.

I looked at Hope, "If Marcy was undressing me, I would change too, most often..." I laughed at my own joke and watched the two stunning women walk away, a vanilla and chocolate sundae tat would make any red blooded male's mouth water. I realize I was hard, and enjoying that sensation as I poured myself a whiskey over chipped ice. I went out on the large porch. Not just my large cock was throbbing as I sat down. I had spent a good deal of the morning prior to the arrival of my brother's children, out in the fields Walking and riding acres after acre with Big Jim, our mountain of an overseer. Jim was more business partner, then servant. He might have been the strongest man I ever met. Six foot 4, 230 pounds of chiseled muscle, yet smart, and industrious. He was more business partner than servant and I treated him accordingly.

"Mr. Charles, do you see the small holes in these leaves?" He pulled up the crop and showed me how the leaves had been eaten through. I nodded. "It is beetles, and if we don't fix it right quick, we might lose the crop!...It may be risky but I believe if we spray mineral oil with garlic, onion and cayenne pepper across the leaves, it not only will stop their eating, but should take poison back to kill off the others." Jim was famous for his homemade remedies.

I went out on the porch and put my leg up to rest it. Suddenly Betsy was there kneeling in front of me and was gently massaging my leg. She was looking in my eyes, as her hand worked up my thigh, massaging my thick muscles through the clothe of my trousers. Suddenly he hands found my cock and she looked up at me, quite aware that she was not the one who had made me this way. She knew me too well to let me know it bothered her. Instead she stroked my cock thorough my pant leg, as I closed my eyes, and pressed into her touch.

"Jesus Betsy, you always know when I need attention don't you." She only smiled, and nodded. "Mr. Charles will you be wanting my services this evening, I can prepare your bed." I knew that preparation and she was outstanding at it, never a single complaint as she availed her body tot my rich appetite of desires. However I thought about the house being full now, my brother's daughter's, specifically Hope, now being on the premises, and even Marcy crossed my mind and I always enjoyed sampling new delicious treats!

"I am feeling a bit tired Betsy, I'm not sure yet about tonight, but I will let you know." She knew her place and though she wanted to fire out, tell me not to take her for granted, that there was many a man on the plantation that would kill to sample of her offerings, she stayed quiet and seethed. "Of course Mr. Charles, you just let Betsy know, if you might be needing her...." And then she looked around and once sure no one was watching, unbuttoned my fly and eased my hard and thick 9 inch cock out through the opening. She wrapped her beautiful lips around it, and lathered the tip with her tongue. She sucked and bobbed, working with urgency before others showed up, taking me to completion through her flawless cock sucking execution. I came hard, and she dutifully swallowed every drop, cleaned my up and tucked me back inside. "Betsy you are the best, I don't know what I would do without you!" I moaned as she finished and stood up. "I do hope you remember that Mr. Charles, when you evaluate your options this evening."

Betsy was licking her lips as she walked back in the house and saw Marcy. Betsy looked her up and down, Marcy was beautiful and when it came to being the most appealing entertainment option amongst the servants, she was not used ot competition nor was she particularly keen on it.

She stopped and looked at her, staring into Marcy's eyes, "I know you have been gone for a while, but you not need worry about Mr. Charles, I have him well taken care of, and I am guessing Miss Hope keeps you quite busy?"

 

[wickedpen]

Waiting for Uncle Charles I stood around the corner watching him with Betsy. I wanted to surprise him once he was alone and now I was eighteen having had my birthday last February. I was the black sheep of the family, although they would never say it. I had brown hair while my siblings were all blonde. I was short while they were tall. I was full figured, my momma used to say, not waif thin like the rest.

I watched Betsy massaging Charles then move up and take his cock into her mouth. I blushed as I watched. It was not the first blow job I ever witnessed my a long shot having kept my virginity this long, out here in the wilds, required making allowances for men's needs. She was efficient and clearly arousing to Uncle Charles. She swallowed every drop and dutifully buttoned him up and walked away.

My hand was brushing my hard nipple as my petticoats kept me from pleasuring myself further. When she disappeared I walked up and jumped onto his lap with my ass pressed square on his softened cock.

"Uncle Charles you missed my birthday!" I said as my hands fell easily around his neck and his hands managed to reach around my back and feel my breasts as he "caught me". His other hand landed on my thigh barely noticeable under my dress.

"Do you have a present for me?" I asked as my lips were inches from his and my big brown eyes fluttered up at his. His eyes drifted down my face to my open cleavage as I had loosened a few buttons to try and cool myself. I shifted my weight grinding down on him as my desires were not as well contained as my siblings with their proper manners and patient social ways.

"What do you think Charles? I am eighteen now?" I said boldly.

 

[Homerun2611]

"Uncle Charles you missed my birthday!" I heard as my dear "niece" Mary, hopped on my lap. My mind instantly flashed back to similar words said by her mother, Roslyn, a bit over eighteen years and nine months ago. It was late, after a McCook birthday party, Roslyn's. James had way too much too drink and had passed out, just as Roslyn was beginning to undress and was disappointed in her husband to say the least.

I was still young, a man, but still inexperienced with the ladies. I had barely been allowed to drink and was in my room at the end of the hall when Roslyn saw my slight still on. She had on but a light slip and as she quickly knocked softly and entered my room, I could see her womanly body, quite clearly through the sheer white fabric. Roslyn was always an incredibly beautiful woman, long flowing blonde hair, with thin hips and smallish but beautiful breasts. However, the birthing of her first two children had widened her hips but her waist quickly returned to its near original 23 inches. Her breasts were full from still nursing Mariam, as was the custom in the day. The result was she came into my room that night voluptuous and ripe.

I was a virgin, and to say I had fantasized about my sister in law was an understatement. I watched her when she danced, envied my big brother when he swept her in his arms, and oh when he kissed her. If Shallow Loch were Tara, my brother would be Ashley, and I would be Rhett, at least from a looks perspective. From a behavior perspective we were both more Rhett, although that side of me was only just trying to find its sea legs.

She moved toward me as I lay in my bed. It was a warmer night and I was naked under a light top sheet. She had a pouty, teasing look on her face, "You didn't dance with me tonight Charlie" she liked to call me that when she teased with me. "My birthday and all, don't you think that was rather rude?" She pealed off her slip and let me start at her naked body, made all the more alluring by by the flickering kerosene lamps. "You do like me, don't you Charlie...I mean, you like to watch me...do you like watching me now?" She got up and crawled on my bed straddling my thighs, staring down at me as my cock began to pound and I was soon pitching a substantial tent in the sheet. She pinched her nipples and with one finger she tasted her milk, and with the other she brought a finger to wet my lip and let my tongue lick her. "Oooooh, I do taste good don't I...how do your taste?" I had no idea.

She lifted my sheet up and leaned down, "Don't tell anyone, James loves this...I bet you will too!" I did, Chris how I did, it was the most spectacular thing I had ever felt as she licked and bobbed on my cock, moaning and working me. However, I would feel even better, still that night "You're much bigger than James" she cooed, and went back down on my deeper and better.

That night she made me a man, I was young and could rebound, and she felt neglected and wanted to be filled with my virgin cum...over and over. I fucked her all night, I sucked milk from her swollen sore breasts, and I made her cum and cum as I showed her adoration of years of pent up fantasy and young, virgin lust. She rode me one final time and then got up to go back to her passed out husband. "This is our little secret...but if you're good, I'll come back the next time James passes out." Over the years we fucked often enough, as James was often unable, or otherwise occupied. But it was that night we made a baby...and when little Marie came out, no one had to say, but all knew, she was not of Jame's seed...but no one but Roslyn knew it was mine.

"Do you have a present for me?" she teased as she grinded into my cock. "It depends is there still a nice untasted cherry there to enjoy?" She nodded, and we were clearly on the same track. I looked around to make sure no one could overhear us, but she was impatient, "What do you think Charles? I am eighteen now?" I smiled and ran my hands over her full breasts. Mary was not a waif, but she was voluptuous, not unlike her mother that fateful night. "Well I guess, your uncle does owe you a present, and I have a beautiful mare for you down in the stables. Why don't you and I walk down there, and I can give you a present..and perhaps you can give me a present too?" As she grinded, and I played with her full, firm, tits, I was rock hard again, fully refracted and ready to go. "I am thinking we head down there right now...all of the others seem to be busy, and I would love to give you your present in private where you can most enjoy it, play with it, and get to know each other. How does that sound to you?"

I looked at the heavens and thought about Roslyn, I was continuing a very special family tradition....

 

[wickedpen]

I laid naked on the sheets cool and soft as my body cooled from Marcy's amazing hands. I thought of her thick lips and wet tongue in my mouth and nearly started to pleasure myself, but I resisted swinging my legs over the edge of the over stuffed mattress Jim had made for me when I was eighteen. It was so soft and thick he said "it could protect you from the smallest of peas."

I stood and stretched my tall lean body and walked carefree to the window that stretched fourteen feet to the ceiling with a thin veil of a curtain fighting with the light zephyr of the afternoon. I looked out hoping to get a view of Big Jim or Gill or one of the men working in the garden with their shirt off and the sun glinting off their coal black bodies, hardened with a lifetime of work. But I did not see that as my carefree mindlessness was replaced with jealousy as I saw Mary walking hand in hand with Uncle James towards the barn.

I immediately had the revelation that it was Mary's birthday and there was a bit of a tradition of women in the McCook household getting Mares on their eighteenth birthday. My daddy gave me "Glenda" a beautiful chestnut brown animal. I am not much of a rider, preferring more lady like pursuits but Mary and Miriam are excellent riders. The family tradition also entails a prolonged thank you on our knees which I am Miriam performed for our father but now it looks like Uncle James is set to take up that responsibility. My hand found my nipples hard replaying that day in the barn with the Colonel. His beard could not conceal his pleasure as I took his full sword in and out of my mouth.

"Oh yes darlin' that is a proper thank you" he sighed as I learned what he liked and what he loved that afternoon in ten minutes and then experienced my first taste of man. He enjoyed it so I did not mind nearly gagging as he pulled my head into his thrust and then filled my throat and mouth with his cum. He wiped away the tears as he helped me up and I tucked him back into his trousers.

"Thank you for Glenda daddy" I said beaming up at his smiling face. He wiped a drop of saliva off my chin and then leaned down and kissed me. Really kissed me with his tongue and all. It was my first real kiss and his gloved hand gripped my ass pulling me tight. Marcy had talked to me about men but this was my first real interaction. I felt like I did when Marcy would undress me at night and massage me. Although the thought of him inside my tight waist almost made me shudder he released the kiss and his grip on me. He smiled down and said "when you ride her I want to think of me."

I swooned with love and lust and thanks and desire. Then the moment returned a the thougth of Mary taking James filled me with forbidden temptation. I was not one to fight temptation and threw on the dress Marcy had laid out. No Panties or undergarments of any kind I slipped out the back of the house unseen and ran to the side of the barn. My feet barely touching the warm grass under the oak trees I knew where I would not be seen but a hole existed giving one a view into the main area.

The dinner bell had not rung and I knew the men would still be in the fields and the women preparing for dinner and the party. I leaned against the old white siding and looked into the barn. It took my eyes a moment to adjust as I covered the with my hand the best i could. The sound of James explaining about the mare was what I heard first. My eyes adjusted and there they were about twenty feet away looking away from me into a stall. James' hand was on Mary's ass as she seemed to be reaching in front of him.

"This is a good horse Mary" James' voice said in a strange tone. "I do appreciate your thanks for it but I think you need to be a bit more grateful." he said stepping back and turning so I could see him in profile and then she looked down from his face to his big hard cock jutting out from his pants. The sunlight cut through the old barn and sparkled off the dust as Mary reached out and took him. She got to her knees and said "I am so very grateful uncle James." With that she leaned forward and began kissing his head.

"OH yeah, do it just like I like it." he moaned. I was shocked. This was clearly not their first time. He reached for her head and began pulling her onto almost his full length. "Oh yeah Mary that's it, suck daddy's dick" he groaned looking up through closed eyes lids towards the rafters.

"Daddy?" I thought as my world began to spin. What secrets flew around here that I was unaware of? "He and momma?" I thought as Mary was able to take his full length before coming up for air.

"That's it baby girl, you are the best. SO much better than that prude of a sister you have" he groaned as she bobbed faster and faster as he thrust and finally he stiffened as she continued and he jerked. I watched my sister suck and swallow Uncle James' cock and cum for what seemed like five minutes.

"prude" echoed in my head as I knew he was talking about me.

Mary got up and wiped her mouth as he stood selfishly savoring his orgasm. There was no love or concern between these two the way me and daddy cared for each other.

"We'll go riding tomorrow and we can watch my stallion mount your mare" he said slapping her on the ass. "Now git!" he said sharply for her to leave him. I ran to the house and disappeared into it just in time as she came from the barn all smiles.

 

[Homerun2611]

It was a scorcher as I hopped on my horse and left the field. These were the tough days, when the men most resisted my commands and inevitably I came to blows or reluctantly had to resort to the lash to keep discipline and productivity going. Today, Toby, eighteen years old, a mountain of a man with a young boy's mind, full of hatred and wanting to exert his resistance to authority, even mine. "Jim, you as horrible as a white man, you treat us like dirt, why should I listen to you, you not my massuh, no one my massuh." I took him by the scruff of the neck and dunked his head into the pig's slop until his fighting turned into barely breathing and then pulled him out.

"Listen boy, there is nothing I ask of you I wouldn't and don't do my own self. You has no ideas what dirt feels like or how lucky you is to be here managed by me, instead of one of these other plantations where speaking like you does would have lashes so deep on your back that it wouldn't matter how much tar you puts on them they would just ooze and fester." I wasn't exaggerating, I knew how bad it could be. I had traveled with Mr. Charles and Mr. James often enough and done seen how those white men beat and whipped disobedient slaves. Here a slave could make money, earn privileges way better than even free slaves who had no where to go and no food to eat.

I hated this part of my job, but I was doing them a favor, or at least that was what I done told myself. I had seen the carriages come in earlier, which meant Miss Hope, Miss Maria and Miss Mary were back home. Them all treated me well and on nights or more often afternoons when they had certain needs I knew they would likely be searching me out to satisfy them, just like their momma and nana once had.

My blood was boiling and I could have used some relief myself. I was hoping that Betsy might not be needed by Mister Charles tonight, or with Miss Hope home it meant that Marcy was back too. I loved the hips on that woman, just like I did on Miss Mary. "Oooo eeee!" I thought to myself as I walked back to the house, there was some mighty fine fucking comeing Big Jim's way soon!

Of course Mr. Charles had first choice, at least until Mr. James came back. Mr. Charles was a good man and treated Big Jim like a partner. Mr. James was far more ruthless, more like his father. Mr. Charles promised me it would be different when Mr. James came back. Times were changing and they wanted and respected me, and so far Mr. Charles had lived up to his word. Part of me couldn't help but hope Mr James mightn't ever be coming back.

The afternoon son on my back cast a long broad shadow from my muscular frame. My shirt off, the sweat flowed down my muscular chest and I was shiny and coal black in the hot, hot sun. I only looked up at the last minute to see Miss Hope staring through the hole in the stable touching herself in the most delicious way.

"Ize a sorry Miss Hope...Jim didn't mean to be a startling you..." I saw Mr. Charles and Miss Mary walk out, "Ummm, her eighteenth birthday mare?" I suddenly looked up, as i saw the shock in her eyes, she didn't seem to know I knew of such things. She had no idea that Mister James hadn't told Big Jim in great detail how he had enjoyed his thank you from her for Glenda and how he made her a woman. "I'm a sorry Miss Hope, I shouldn't have disturbed you..."

 

[wickedpen]

"No it's alright" I said trying to think through all that had happened and now Jim had said. I could not help but admire Jim without his shirt. A study of male biology and hard work stood over me, even at five nine I was dwarfed and disappeared into his shadow.

"Yes Mary's eighteenth year mare" I said with a tone of sad retrospective as I was now pushing twenty three, unmarried and few prospects. I brought my eyes up to big Jim's black as coal pupils as he stood over me. The sight and smell of sweat on this man was intoxicating as images flashed of walking in on him and momma. That is when I learned about the true nature of people. She explained the yearnings I had were not unusual and men and women need to work together to satisfy the flesh, as God wanted it. The violence Jim had been perpetrating on my dear mother in the hay of the barn concerned me until they finished and my mother's reaction was nothing but blissful.

"How have you been?" I smiled up at this man, who has served our family well and the women of it even better.

"I am good Ms Hope, yourself?" he answered with a wide smile as his white teeth glimmered around his thick lips and big pink tongue.

"Na'lins was lonely" I said bating my eyes up at him as I glanced to see Mary and James no where to be seen. "The barn seems to be in good shape." I said as I looked back towards the hole where I had watched Mary reciprocate for her horse.

"Yes mam, we keep things nice for you and yours" he said gently. He was a gentle man but a man none the less and the bulge in his trousers was proof of that.

"I am sure you will be glad to have Marcy back" I said with a glimmer of knowledge of their relations.

"OH yes mam, she is a fine girl." he said as that bulge throbbed at the mention of her name.

"Are the saddles polished and the tack put away properly? Maybe I should just check.." I said turning from him and heading around and into the barn. The dusty ground was soft but warm under my bare feet as my dress seemed heavy in the hot stale air of the barn. The animal smell was comforting to me, although disturbing to many. I had been raised to appreciate the livestock and all living creatures with their positives and their negatives. I walked to the back wall where the saddles were stored with the bridles and other assorted whips and crops. I ran my ahnd slowly over the soft worn leather saddles then over the bridles taking comfort in the cool metal rings and buckles. The braided whips were hard and I hated them but they too were part of this life. Jim stood behind me as I "checked" the order of things.

I turned and smiled at Jim. "Is there anything I can do for you to show my appreciation for keeping things in such fine upstanding order?" I said as my nipple poked into the thin dress. Perspiration was beading up on my skin as I looked at him. Sweat ran down his massive chest and down to his much thinner waist into the waistband of his pants. I stepped closer and looked up at him as that big thick pink tongue quickly wet his lips nervously. He was nearly sixty but looked forty at most and I looked like a child before him.

I reached out and my finger tips perched on the top of his waistband. "May I?" I asked although I could have demanded anything I wanted and he would have been a fool on so many levels to refuse. He nodded as he looked back towards the open barn door and I began opening his pants. I unbuckled his thick leather belt and then the single button before working them down his chiseled ass and being careful to slip them over his massive erection before letting them drop to his bare feet. He was magnificent, like a roman statue but not static white marble but hot black flesh wet with sweat and alive with energy I could barely handle. Jim reminded me of watching men try to break a black stallion. So beautiful and naturally wild. But Jim was broken. Jim was as gentle as a daisy until he wasn't. I had seen him beat men nearly to death in our families name. He found and carried my grandmother three miles after she was snake bit and her horse and spooked. Now I was standing in a hot barn, horny as a heifer on mating day. I stared int his eyes as I wrapped my long thin white fingers around his jet black limb.

"I have missed you Jim" I sighed as I began stroking him his full length. He was bigger than half my arm and I love it.

 

[Homerun2611]

Jim had seen them all, this was his third generation of McCook women, and perhaps the finest harvest of all. He remembered this first time Mrs. Ophelia, Hopes dear grandmother had summoned him to service her. She had been his teacher. He had been damn near terrified when Mister McCook, slightly after 40 at the time had headed down to Nah'lins and Mrs. Ophelia had requested him to follow her upstairs. This had to be dangerous, and Jim was doing well, constantly earning respect as the strongest and hardest worker, often given privileges to better food, accommodations, roles and his pick of the women help of the plantation. If he were caught here, he could only imagine what might happen to him, and that was enough to make even his enormous cock shrivel up and crawl up inside like a frightened turtle.

Mrs. Ophelia had taken his hand, she stripped down before him and allowed him to enjoy her perfectly manicured and well maintained 40 year old figure. A natural blond, she was a magnificent specimen and Jim had hardened immediately to her call. "Jim, I have watched you, and you can expect to have me call on you often. Mr. McCook would not be surprised, but it is just not something we speak of, any more than the women he enjoys in the pantry, stables, or even our own marital bed." She looked at him and his eyes casting down and his nervous fidgeting gave her all the affirmation she needed of her husbands near constant need and infidelity. However, she was a Southern woman, and she understood needs and lust, she had no doubts of her husband's loves, or needs, and understood and readily accepted the trade-offs, as he did too.

"You are a glorious beast Jim, and I mean that respectfully. When we begin, I don't want to hear please or thank you, I want to hear your power and strength and hunger as a man, and I want to feel like I am the only woman who can satisfy that. I will spread for you, and take you however you want me. Just make me feel desired, needed, and incredibly well fucked, and you can have me whenever we can arrange that. The same will be true with my daughters, and anyone else who calls on you. I know you think of us as prim and proper ladies, and we are in public, but here, we ladies want to be your wench...now come here Jim....Big Jim..." She undid my pants and I fucked her for the first of innumerable encounters. The McCook women were all beautiful, sexy, and utter whores at heart.

I watched as she fingered the saddles, bridles and whips and each brought back fond memories for me of her mother and grandmother, but Ms. Hope and I had never been here together, and I hoped she shared her mother's desires. May I?"I felt Ms. Hope untie my burlap pants, and slide it open and down. I always enjoyed how their eyes lit up at the site of my massively big black cock. She could barely control the drool in her mouth, or the way her fingers twitched as she anticipated the feel of my ebony flesh. "I have missed you Jim" She spoke lustily, already caught in the allure of fully enjoying my taboo meat in her soft white body.
"Mmmm, Ms. Hope, are you gonna pleasure Big Jim...I have missed your touch." The tip of my cock twitched hard in her mouth and spit a bit of precum into her waiting mouth and tongue.

She looked up at me as she kissed the tip, but I knew I was too big for her to put too far in, I was too big for most women, other than Marcy and Mary, who almost had to have double jointed jaws for the way he could take him all the way in, his cock half way or more down to their stomachs. But Ms. Hope did fine, she teased and stroked my cock, and she was so incredibly beautiful to see this white angel enjoying my coal black body was both a visual and tactile delight.

I pulled her up by her shoulders, "I'd like to do something new Ms. Hope, something your momma and grandma used to love..." I let her look in my eyes, still stroking my cock, like she didn't want to let loose of the massive instrument, and my big hands undid the sundress and let it fall to the floor and pool. "...Stay here and lean over that hay bale...with your palms down on it..." I walked over to the bits and bridles and found the most recent version of a special design her grandma had first had crafted. It was a full bridle, but rather than a metal it had a leather bit. I came up behind Ms. Hope and slid it over her head, and slid the bit in her mouth. "Big Jim, is going to ride you Ms. Hope...ride you hard like your momma and grandma liked it..." I took the reigns and and pulled back just a bit to hold her in place. I gently slapped the inside of her thighs to open and arch her ass up. I took my huge prick and rubbed it up and down her slit, teasing her button on one end, her rosebud with the other as she gasped. "Don't worry, not today Ms. Hope, but Jim would like to enjoy this ass soon...it looks so nice and tight!"

I played a bit longer as her juices coated the tip of my uncircumcised cock as I pulled back the foreskin over my swollen, glistenting tip. She was wet and in heat, the most beautiful of mares, craving her stallion, and I drove in and mounted her, with a ferocity and need befitting the most prized of our horses. I knew Ms. Hope was a great fuck...I hoped this turned her on as it had her slutty ancestors. These were magnificent women, I genuinely loved them all, and so in a tribute to her Grandma, Momma, her Aunts, now her sisters, and to so many women friends of theirs I had been lent to, I gave her a massive slap on her tight ass. "Giddy up, Ms. Hope...Big Jim needs to ride and we need to ride hard!!!!"

 

[wickedpen]

I must admit I was surprised when Jim told me to hold on. I was not used to servants instructing me but since I wanted his cock I allowed it. He went to the wall of bridles and although I though a whip or crop might be his taste when he pulled down an odd one I was intrigued. I was laying on the hay feeling the scratchy material on my stomach and elbows as I arched my chest up to save my breasts the discomfort.

As he spoke of grandma and mom I was overwhelmed with desire. He was something we would all have in common. Like from beyond the grave Grandma's leather bridle was put into my mouth and secured around my head and neck. I had never felt like an animal and with Jim about to mount me and the smell of the barn and the taste of the leather in my salivating mouth I groaned.

As he brought his cock along my tender flesh I tried to push back for it but he resisted and teased terrifying me with talk of putting that thing in my tiniest of spaces. His coarse hairy thighs brushed my soft white thighs and I wanted more. His hand was enormous as he slapped by ass. The sting was sharp but quickly replaced by the surge of his meat into me. Like the rush of water through a pipe, I was the pipe, he filled me. I hugged the bail for support as the hay scratched painlessly as my breasts.

"Sweet Jesus" I gasped as he retreated before another deep dive. His hands made me feel tiny as he held my hips with two or three fingers so I would not fly off the bail as he pushed himself into me. He was fully lubricated by my juices after a send driving thrust and I was growing accustom, if that was even possible, of his pulling at the reigns as he thrust into me. My head snapping back and my body exploding with the sensation of him.

I do not believe i made it more than five or six thrusts before I was overcome by orgasm. I remember the heat and the hay under me as my head exploded with numb pleasure. I felt him pulling me back into his primal need but I was lost in a haze of pleasure. I hardly know how long I was on that bail before I felt his slow and then bury himself as deep as he could go and then pump his seed into me. He as the other men quickly withdraw and then once given permission leave, as per the family traditions my grandmother set up all those years ago, but I lay naked, over the bail with Jim's seed flowing back out of me as I tried to collect my wits.

"That looked satisfyin'" Miriam said strolling into the barn. She was smiling but not looking at me as she wore her usual jeans and a red plaid flannel shirt. She looked almost as my twin, two years younger but could not have been more different. I wore dresses she wore jeans. I despised work, she loved it. There were stories of her joining the men in the fields and working for hours before Jim or someone would send her home.

"It ain't right Ms Miriam" they would tell her. She would come back and tell me all about it. How sexy the men were sweating and nearly naked. She was even known to throw a punch and fight with the young ones. She was Cain to my Able.

"Oh it was sister" I sighed as I pulled my dress on over myself.

"I don't see why you let him treat you like that. I don't let no man treat me like a fuckin animal." she said looking seriously at me. I smiled kindly and said "because it makes me cum like a race horse>" I smiled and stepped to her. She sniffed and turned away, "you smell like you are a race horse." she said disgusted.

I put my arms around her and said "you don't want to see what big Jim tastes like inside me?" into her ear. She broke away and pushed me away as I laughed.

 

[Homerun2611]

I was headed into the barn on the far side trying to slip in and grab my pocket watch, that I had lefts as Mary was thanking me. I was about to round the corner when I heard, "Sweet Jesus" It was loud and clear, and I peaked my head around the corner to see Big Jim having harnessed up Hope and delivering her massive cock that had so served the women of this family.

I smiled, beside myself, Jim was damn good, but I hadn't seen that harness used in years. It had been an early Sunday afternoon and Roslyn had brought me out to the barn. "Charles, I have a little surprise for today's session. Momma had this done and now I..." I remembered it well. There was something incredible about harnessing up a thoroughbred like a Roslyn, a Hope or oh good lord, a Miriam, grabbing those reighns, pulling her back and firing my cock in. "Damn, that was fine fucking", I whispered, and watched as Jim was a master, and Hope his most willing and wanting student.

By the time they finished and Hope laid sprawled on the hay, Jim's cum flowing down her thighs, I was as hard as the butt end on my rifle, and even more ready to shoot. Jim walked out and smiled at me, and I slapped him on the back. "Enjoying your work my friend" I laughed and he just turned, "It is nice having them back, isn't it Mr. Charles...all three of them and Marcy and Betsy and just the two of us." He flashed that huge smile and chuckled his deep laugh. "Remember we are having company tomorrow night, so have the men leave the fields early, we need to roast up two pigs and chicken, can you make up your bourbon bahhhhbecue? I'm planning on a good old fashioned barbecue, mint julips for the ladies and bourbon and bourbon punch. I'll need you dressed up, and if any of the ladies need to be led out back...well, I will leave it to you to be as discreet as always."

Jim smiled, he knew the drill, "Can I make extra food for the field folk, a special treat, Mr. Charles?" I smiled, "Of course, I have a feeling the union troops may be here before we like and I sure would like our people to enjoy the food rather than them." He nodded, it was a sobering thought for both of us.

I didn't hear the exchange between Miriam and Hope, but I saw her walk out looking fine. I saddled up beside her, and put my arm around her and was able to walk almost like I used to. "Well darling, how is the toughest and the sexiest of the McCook girls doing?" She turned and I pulled her into a kiss. "You know, no matter how fine you look in those jeans and boots, you're going to need to wear a dress tomorrow night for the party, but tonight in my quarters I'd love to peel you out of those jeans. I've missed you while you were away...have you missed your uncle too?"

 

[wickedpen]

Feeling Uncle Charlie suddenly next to me and knowing the crush Hope has had on him for all these years put a special wiggle in my walk. I put one boot in front of the other so my hips nearly knocked him over, forcing him to hold on to me. I smiled at him knowing I held the power in this relationship.

"I might give you the pleasure of seeing me in a dress." I said feeling his raw untapped deserve press against my hip bone though his fingers. "You better give you true love a day or two since Big Jim just filleted her like a catfish with a broadsword." I said with a smile as his expression showed a little sadness. "Don't worry uncle I have not let anyone spread my wings since we left last fall." I leaned into his ear and whispered "I'm as tight as a slip knot on hangin' day." With this I ran my hand over his crotch and felt his hard on. "But I guess you better wait till I am a little more accessible in my party dress. These jeans would be too much for an old man like you." I said with a wink and left him standing, literally hard as the post for the stairs up to the porch. I walked towards the back of the house knowing his eyes were peeling my jeans off and his obscene imagination had me in that bridle in front of him.

I looked back before i disappeared around the house and blew him a kiss as his eyes rose from my ass.

Hope stood on the porch watching Uncle Charles' drool over Miriam and her cock tease switch performance. She cleared her throat and gathered his attention. She was in a bit of a hurry since Jim's seed was running down her thighs and she needed to give James the letter that had just arrived from daddy.

 

[Homerun2611]

"Don't worry uncle I have not let anyone spread my wings since we left last fall...I'm as tight as a slip knot on hangin' day." She knew what those words would do to me...I was rock hard as she began to leave, I heard her teasing, she wanted me to be fired up, ready to prove I was a man who could ride such a thoroughbred, let her buck me around the pen, only relinquishing her gifts when our bodies were covered in sweat and we had tested every piece of furniture in the room.

I watched her leave and then saw her sister waiting for me...I had no intention of going to sleep tonight without at least one, and ideally both, of the older McCook sisters in my bed. Hope caught my eyes admiring her sister ass as it walked away from me, and I came up to her and kissed her cheek. "If I don't mind you dripping with Big Jim's seed, you mustn't mind my admiration of Miriam's talents. I hope your little barn session won't dissipate your needs tonight...it has been far too long niece and I have so looked forward to your return and rekindling our family relations!"

She smiled, she and I were good together, Hope had a mind built for business and a body built for sex. However as I read the letter from her father, my brother, the fun would have to wait for a few hours. The letter was quite disconcerting....

Dearest Brother,

The time we anticipated is nearly at hand. As I write you this, I am holed up in a farmhouse near Vicksburg. I have left the Army, but if I travel the roads alone, and am caught, I would be hung for desertion. This war is lost, I am looking for an opportunity to ingratiate myself with the Union leaders, as soon as I can, in an effort to preserve our lands.

I expect the Union troops will be at Shallow Loch by the end of the month perhaps less, and by then I hope you and the children are gone and back safe in the city. I expect you have been monetizing our assets, but if you have any Confederate currency sell it, even if it is pennies on the dollar. We must consolidate our wealth and appear as non partisan as you can. I believe I will be able to get Shallow Loch back for us, but they will ransack anything still on the premises in the meantime. I leave it in your capable hands, but time is of the essence. I leave it to you to save our fortunes.

Tell my children I miss them, but I trust the girls at least are being well attended by you. Be careful dear brother, I am counting on you!

Your obedient servant,
James

I had known it was coming, but this was even faster than expected. "Come to my room tonight Hope." It was a command, not a request and she smiled. "Yes, we will do that too, but we also need to plan..." He went checked his watch, it was already the 20th of the month. "As of a week from today...we will be packing up and heading back to Nahlins and we have much to get done and decisions to make between now and then!"

 

[wickedpen]

I saw the concern on my uncle's face and knew things were changing. I had imagined this day, coming in many ways, but somehow was not afraid.I recognized change was the way of the world and the moments of joy and pleasure one could find had to be savored like the flavor of a well roasted pig sliding off the bone into ones mouth.

"I will Uncle" I said as I watched his limp into the house. The sun was beginning to subside over and more people were milling about. Marcy came and stood next to me.

"I am glad you are back Ms Hope" she said with her usual arousing undertone.

"I don't know how long we will be here" I said looking over the only real home I had ever known.

"What do you mean?" Marcy said surprised, "you just got here."

"I fear the war will be here soon, and we best not be when it does." I said as images of the barn and fields burning and blood thirty men away from home for too long seeking anything of value. Certainly me and my sisters would have value to men like that, as well as Marcy and the other women. Although I had entertained perverse fantasies of being forced or enslaved those were long gone as the genuine fear of being captured filled me.

I turned and smiled at Marcy and looked down from her big eyes and lips that I enjoyed so, to her overflowing breasts hemmed into the tight dress.

"Is dinner almost ready?" I asked trying to change the subject.

"Yes mam, just waiting on Charles to call for it." Marcy said.

"Have you seen Mary?" I asked curious where my favorite sister had disappeared since we got home.

Marcy looked at me with a nervous look. "I think she may be down by the creek," her eyes looked away.

"What are you not tellin' me Marcy?" I asked.

"well, I don't know but I think she had been sweet on.." Marcy stopped looking up at me with eyes that begged not to make her tell.

"Who is my dear sister sweet on Marcy?" I said in a dominant tone.

"I don't know exactly mam but Toby was headed that way I think maybe..." Marcy said then recoiled like I would hit her or something.

"Toby huh?" I said with a comforting smile as the images that came to my head put Big Jim in the barn to shame. Mary was smaller than me and Toby as big as Jim with a young man's desire and strength.

"Ring the bell for dinner" I said looking out towards the creek wondering what was going on out there.

 

[Homerun2611]

I had gone to my study, my brother's letter still in my hand. I saw Marcy as she was headed to tend on Hope and asked her to fetch Betsy and have her bring me a glass with two chipped ice cubes from the ice cabinet. Shallow Loch had some true luxuries, and in this heat, particularly during the war, a filled ice house was almost unheard of. Only because of the total trust I had in Big Jim had we been able to secure two large wagons of ice from a port just above the union blockades of supplies down the Missippi and transport them to largely fill the Shallow Lock Ice House.

Each day the servants would fill the ice cabinet in the Kitchen House by pulling a one foot block from the ice house buried deep in the back of the plantation under a grove of old willow trees. Shallow Loch had been one of the first plantations in Louisiana to house such a facility, dating back nearly 50 years but updated over time as more was learned about insulation and the best way to extract the ice through a trap door in the floor to minimize melting. The ice house had been built in 1810 after James and Charles' grandfather had gone east and visited with Thomas Jefferson at Monticello regarding progress in the Territory 7 years post the Louisiana Purchase. It was due to the direct efforts of Charles and James grandfather that the family joined the aristocracy of the wealthy Southern plantation owners. His direct efforts had allowed them to secure the land and initial slave labor of Shallow Loch, one of the finest cotton and sugar plantations in the territory. From the beginning first their grandfather, then their father, and now Charles, more so than James, had been businessmen first, farmers second. andused that land to secure the families wealth.

While they certainly owned more than their share of servants, for years they, unlike their Southern friends, had realized that slavery was an institution that would see its demise, perhaps sooner rather than later. Big Jim already earned a salary far superior to any he could earn in a Northern factory, as did several handful of their other most prized servants. The currency of the new nation was fickle and hyperinflationary. So rather than rely solely on that, they had exported much of their output, and rather than take their payments in the inflationary notes ot the new government, and certainly not the near worthless currency of the confederacy, they took their payments in gold and silver. Gold and silver which, for the most part, was well protected in a number of secret hideaways the McCooks had secured over the years.

As I held the letter in my hands, I knew the timing we had prepared for had come, and action had to be taken. Betsy came in and with the fine English Waterford, cut crystal double old fashioned glasses, two ice cubes in the glass. I poured myself two fingers of my finest Kentucky bourbon, and put in a splash of water to release the flavor. I lit up a cigar, grown from our own tobacco, and watched as Betsy went and closed the door. I was still unsure if I would seek Miriam or Hope to enjoy my bed tonight, and even wondered if both sisters might not enjoy joining in the touch of their Uncle their first night home? However, this was now, and I had some planning to do. Betsy came back and took my cigar out of my mouth, she took a puff, grimacing a bit, as she did not particularly like the flavor, but then latched her lips on mine and puffed the tobacco smoke into my mouth to enjoy as her tongue danced with mine.

She released from the kiss and smiled. "Mister Charles, if you have some thinking to do, there is still time before dinner, and I could help you be of right mind?" Her eyes had that smile, she liked being my top girl, and with Marcy around, and some of the new girls that were reaching full womanhood, there was plenty of competition. I sat down in the large leather chair of my study and pushed away from the desk to give Betsy access. She knelt down in front of me smiling, and leaned back on her heels and unbuttoned the top of her dress to her waist to reveal her perfect C-cup breasts and nipples already hard in expectation. She had a smile on her face and a cocked brow just awaiting my go ahead. "Betsy, you do spoil me...enjoying your beauty and the considerable skills with which you suck my cock, always puts my mind right to think..."

She leaned in, her breasts flowing out, as she undid my belt and pants, I reached down and teased her hard dark brown nipples. "That's good yuz knowz that Mister Charles...Betsy, is always here for your pleasure...but she does most like being appreciated...you does appreciate Betsy now, doesn't you?" I watched as she took my massive cock in her small hands, and spit on the tip, and began to work in alternate twisting motions in both hands. She cupped and began fondling my balls in one hand as she released one hand from my cock, and guided it with her other hand toward her open lips. She was beautiful, loving and God she was good! "Oh Betsy, yes...that's exactly what I need!"

As she sucked my cock, licking the shaft, my balls, expertly switching between her hands and mouth, it was incredible how my mind was able to focus! What could be harvested out of the fields, even this early must be quickly taken and baled, the rest they would leave as a token of good faith that the Union soldiers would see and they could perhaps use in future negotiations. He would send word to the Union making sure they knew he had not laid their plantation to waste, but had left it. He, nor his brother, despite their military backgrounds, weren't particularly pro Confederacy or Union, oh sure they had romantic ideas, but at their core they were pro business and preserving the wealth of their family, and that was exactly what he intended to do.

They would have one last party, eat well, smoke what meat they could to take with before they left to head back to New Orleans. It would be miserably hot, but it was as neutral of a city as they had any chance to get to, and once there I could negotiate for all of us. There was more to discuss, things I needed to talk over with Hope, but just as I felt Betsy open her throat, take me deep, and as I grabbed the back of her head, fuckng her gorgeous face and her throat that had somehow half swallowed my throbbing prick, I came, fuck I came, my mind in perfect balance, clarity of what I needed to do, and utter satisfaction at the gorgeous young ebony woman servicing me. She swallowed all I had, just as the dinner bell rang.

"Mister Charles...do you need anything else from me right now...or perhaps later?" Betsy was unbuttoning her dress, looking at me. Marcy looked at Betsy as we left the study and smiled, "Mr. Charles, you know Marcy has leaned a few things in the city I think you might like?" She winked as Betsy hissed, "I can't imaging there is anything in the city as young and enthusiastic as what he has here?" I only looked at Marcy and winked, I very much wanted to get reacquainted with Hope's personal servant. "Come ladies, I believe dinner is ready, we finally get to eat again as a true family."

Marcy smiled, "Well almost all....I believe Ms. Mary was headed down to the stream with Toby, should I go get her so she can join everyone?" I could only smile. I knew my daughter had enjoyed Toby before. Toby was only 18, and he was a man mountain. A cock like a horse and a back so broad, he barely fit through the front door. Mary had the kind of larger ass Toby and most of the other servants preferred, but Toby was particularly talented and someone I wanted to keep under our employ. "No...after all it is her Birthday, I'm sure Toby just wanted to give her something he knew she wanted!" I looked at Miriam then at Hope, and as much as I loved my daughter, and enjoyed our earlier session it was the two oldest who most had my attention right now. "Besides I think the McCook women are most well represented... right ladies?"

 

[wickedpen]

With my ear to the backside of Miriam's door as she put on her dress for dinner I heard Uncle Charles and the girls come from the study clearly comfortable with each other as the mention of Toby's name sent a wave of desire though me.

"Hope you shouldn't spy" Miriam said quietly as she cinched the dress to her narrow waist. Although she was more comfortable dressed as a stable boy my sister was gorgeous.

"I declare Miriam, you look good enough to eat" I said with a lick of my lips and a fan of my face.

Miriam blushed as she glanced at herself in the standing mirror across the room.

"I do don't I?" she smiled a wicked grin back at me as I wondered how much time we had. I stepped to her as put my arms around her thin tanned neck and felt the soft hair flowing down her back as the dinner bell rang.

"Maybe later" she winked as I dropped my hands disappointed.

"Only if Uncle Charles wants us both tonight" I said with a sadness as I loved Miriam with all my heart.

Miriam ran her hand up my side and cupped my overflowing breast and said "we can only hope." before stepping and opening the door.

***

Mary heard the bell ring as Toby towered over her like a shadow enveloping her into his motion, forward and back sending wave after wave through her pale young body.

"Happy birthday girl" Toby hissed down at her as his body, a well oiled machine was pumping his black stallion cock into her sweet pink flesh.

Mary could not speak but only stare up at the man inside her. She struggled to grunt "dinner."

Toby did not slow a bit as he grew harder and more intent on his mission, to spread his seed in Mister Charles' pride and joy.

"When I am done girl" he grunted feeling powerful having this prize filled with cock. "You like it don't you lil Mary? My big black dick in you?" he asked now holding his body in inch above her as his lips spoke into her ear. Her legs were pulled back under him and her arms over her head as she accepted him all of him.

"I do" she gasped as her body tightened with climax. her big blue eyes bugging out as she looked at him. Her body was experiencing things she had never imagined. His big hands now gripping her ass tight as he pounded his last thrusts into her.

"OH yeah Miss Mary Toby gonna cum now" he said as he thrust deeper still into her under him and flooded her with his seed. Then back and again. Over and over he emptied his young viril body into her ripe young womb.

"Oh Miss Mary you a nice tight piece of ass" he said slowly withdrawing from her as she lay on the grass.

"You are a wonderful big dick Toby" she said with a wink before bounding up and finding her dress. His cum ran down her thighs as she slipped the dress over her head and brushed the grass from her hair. She stood on her tip toes and kissed his cheek then ran towards the house. Toby stood with his cock hung low but satisfied as he watched the small woman bound up the hill towards the house.

"One fine piece of ass, like your sisters" he said with a snicker before stepping into the stream and washing himself of the days labors.

 

[Homerun2611]

I was headed toward the dining room when I saw Jim out by the edge of the fence line. I walked out on our large veranda and signaled him up. "Jim, have you seen Toby, what might he be up to?" I was teasing him, but he opened his eyes so wide, stammering, shuffling his feet, until he saw the smile on my face, I couldn't stay in character and I slapped him on the back as we both doubled over in laughter. "I think Mary might have a had time riding her new mare tomorrow, don't you?" He was laughing now nearly in tears. "Yessum, Sir, if Toby be riding her, she best not be riding anything horses tomorrow, maybe the next day too!" Jim had a good sense of humor and it was good to share a laugh with the man who in fairness really ran Shallow Loch. "Well I hope and trust Toby is in better shape to work, we have a lot to do."

Jim turned and looked at me confused it was still early spring, the land largely cared for itself as it grew into condition to be harvested. Then I got serious, he was my partner in so many ways, the least I could do was be honest. "Jim, I got a letter from my brother today...." Of course Jim knew the truth, while James was my brother, it was not by blood. My parents had been wealthy landowners and my birth father, and James Father were brothers, but when I was only two, my parents were taken by yellow fever, but miraculously I was saved. I was immediately adopted by Miss Ophelia and the Colonel and raised as their second son. I had come to love Shallow Loch as much or more than any. Riding away, not fully knowing if we would ever be back, would be the hardest thing I had ever done, but I knew what had to be done. "...the Union should be here sometime in the next ten days..."

I explained to Jim what we needed to do, that we would be freeing the slaves and giving them some money to go on their way for the work we would need to do over the next week. He knew he would come with us, and we needed to figure out which other servants to hire and take with us, as well. Betsy, Marcy, Toby were definites, but there were likely minimal needs for field hands as I wasn't even certain what business we would be entering once we got to New Orleans.

Jim had his direction and would operationalize the early harvest first thing tomorrow. I headed back into the house and saw Miriam and Hope. I walked into the dining room and smiled at them, one looking prettier than the other. I put my arms around the two girls and squeezed their waists, kissed one on the cheek and then the other. "Ladies I don't know how a man could choose between you..." and then I whispered, "and I am hoping I don't have to tonight!" I guided them to the table, I as usual sat at the head of the long table, Hope immediately on my right, Miriam on my left, my hands squeezing each of their thighs as we said grace.

Dinner was terrific, cookie had made fried chicken, collard greens, and sweet potato casserole topped in brown sugar, big glasses of sweet tea and whiskey. Dinner was barely started when Mary came running in, out of breath, a few buttons still unbuttoned. There were pieces of grass still in her dark hair, and I saw the smiles on Hope and Miriam's faces as I was sure they were envisioning Toby. "Sit down girl, you appear to be all out of breath, I do hope you are enjoying your birthday!"

I pushed back from the table stuffed, a touch drunk and horny. After supper, I went into the parlor, the younger children playing cards. I had a full glass of whiskey in one hand, a cigar in the other. It was so nice having everyone back, but what a shame it would last such a short period of time. It was getting later, and morning on the plantation would start at sunup, a bit after 5 AM. I spoke with Hope first, "I hope you and Miriam have been looking as forward to getting reacquainted as I have? I kissed her cheek and nibble on her neck. "Mmmm, you're sweet Hope, I can't wait to taste the rest of you." A similar message was delivered to Miriam, with equal receptivity, and with that I bid good night. Grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and three glasses of ice. It would be a hot night, and I couldn't wait to get sweaty with my sexy young nieces....

 

[wickedpen]

Retiring for the evening was just another course in our daily life.
"Good night Uncle Charles" Hope said sweet as honey suckle outside my window.
"Good night Uncle Charles" Miriam chimed in neatly after her older sister but just as soft and sensual.
I trudged upstairs, the baby and often forgotten in the herd. I did not mind tonight as Toby has reset my annoyance meter for a few days. I paused at the first step remembering how good the sex this afternoon in the weed by the creek. The fact it was my birthday and my sisters and Uncle Charles had eyes only for each other.
From my room I left the light off and cracked my bedroom door. I watched as first Hope came our padding ever so lightly on the bare pine planks she knew would not creak on her way to Uncle Charles' door. She looked around with her hands on the knob and her shoulder against the door, as if she might play it off if someone happened to be coming up the stairs. She might as well had her hands around his naked cock at that point. In she slipped, her white night gown as thin as cotton can be made followed her into the shadows of her Uncle's room.
Miriam's door creaked which brought my attention back to the hall. I was enjoying my own memory mixed in with my uncle and my sisters which diverted my attention. Now naked I lifted myself up and leaned out to see Miriam like a cat burglar on tip toes moving towards Uncle Charles's door. She did not look back as she disappeared into the massive door, in a similar white night gown to Hope.
My body was sore from Toby but I did not care. It was that good hurt that you just can't deny. I was eighteen now, maybe I should push into their little party too? God my body felt food, squeezing my tit and rubbing my button. Toby was there and pounding into me. I twisted on the soft cotton sheets and buried my face in the down pillow as I came. I laid enjoying it but the next thing I knew it was sun up.

 

[Homerun2611]

The older girls excused themselves and I made the proper and appropriate response. Part of the gentility of the ways of the South was to understand how to put on the right airs and hide one's baseer instincts and desires. Other than Mary, who was still young, all of the McCook women had mastered this, no matter how debased or taboo they may be.

Little Mary was the last to go up, coming over to me, whispering into my ear, "I sometimes get scared at night Daddy, if you want to look in on me..well..." I got up and put my arms around my daughter, "Honey, I think Toby most likely took care of your nightly fears don't you think? I believe you have had a pretty active birthday...and the new mare..you are going to find your pretty sore in the morning..." She had not ridden the horse but I knew our farm hand hand had stretched and possibly torn my lusty young daughter, but I did smile, she was a gamer! "...and tomorrow...but the night after tomorrow, how about Daddy make sure those demons are taken care of?"

She looked a little disappointed, but she would thank me later, her body needed to heel, before it entered the arena again. Everyone gone, I finished my whiskey and headed up. I had the kerosene candle lit in my room, only a light robe on, but I wanted to see my masterpiece nieces come to me, and enjoy the unveiling. I didn't wait long until Hope knocked ever so softly, "Come in...please?" In she slipped, the cotton almost translucent. The candlelight allowed me to just make out the outline of her incredible figure. "Please slide it off my dear, let your uncle enjoy you?" As she slid it off her shoulders and let it puddle to the ground before stepping out of the thin garment, I patted the bed next to me. My legs spread as I sat, my cock already starting to throb from the vision sitting down beside me.

I swung her long, toned naked legs around and placed them across my one thigh. Wrapping my arm around her tiny waist and pulling her bare, hard nipples into my chest, I kissed her, long and deep, sliding my tongue in and tasting deeply of my oldest niece. "Very nice Hope, I have missed our sessions, I hope Jim did not tire you too greatly for tonight's enjoyment?" Before she could answer, my lips again latched on hers, and this time both tongues probed wantingly. We didn't even hear Miriam as she entered.

She was dressed as Hope, but a bit of a concerned look on her face. In a whisper as she shut the door behind her, "Mary's door is cracked, the light is off, but...but I think she is watching?" I laughed, I not only think so, but I'm positive. My daughter is envious of her older sisters...as well she should be." I signaled to Miram to similarly disrobe and display herself to me, both girls knew how much I enjoyed the unveiling of their hidden beauty. Hope had a smile, "She is? Perhaps it is finally time for her to join us?" For Miriam this was new news, "Your daughter? Does that mean that you and Momma?"

I pulled her over to sit on my other side, her legs draped over my other thigh. I winked at her, "Yes it does my dear...often. Your mother was a woman of robust needs, and your father was often too deep in the bottle. She would not bring Jim or the other men into the house at night so she would slip into my room...yes, I enjoyed your mother very much!" I looked away remembering her how hard she liked to be ridden, and how well she could ride. "Hope, I thought about inviting Mary, it is almost time for her to enjoy these sessions regularly too, with either of you or altogether...she is family and we all know about our family traditions." The girls nodded, The McCook men made sure their women not only understood incest was tolerated, but it was strongly encouraged, and so far no McCook woman had seen it necessary to not fully indulge."

"However, today was her first time with Toby...I believe you each have enjoyed him...well do you remember the first time...how your bodies felt...how he stretched you almost beyond the possible? Well then you will agree she needs a bit of time first?" He looked at the women, their grins of the fine memories of enjoying the young man between their slender legs!

Hope was curious, "Please tell us uncle, how...how was our mother...was she good...as good as me..." She looked at her sister and blushed, "I mean as good as us?" The question brought back wonderful memories of breathtaking experience, bodies soaked with sweat and the sound of the slapping of our bodies bouncing off the walls of this very room. "Not better dear niece, but different. Your mother liked to be ridden hard and ride hard. A few times as she launched herself on top of me, suddenly she would pull a riding crop out from nowhere and I would feel her lash encouraging me to buck up harder and let her ride me like I was a wild horse in need of breaking! Other times she wanted to be taken hard, usually from behind...she used to whisper how badly she wanted to be my bitch!"

I looked at the two girls and saw their chests heaving, their nipples like hard pebbles, and heard and felt the staggering of their breath. "She would put her hands on that headboard right there, get on her knees, and push her ass out to me for me to take her cunt or her ass!" They licked their lips, looking at each other then back at me, "Do you want me to take you two tonight, like I used to take her...hard, powerful...use your bodies? Hope, Miriam...tonight would you like to be your Uncle's bitches?"

 

[wickedpen]

"Toby fucked you so good I need you to tighten up" I said replaying the conversation with Uncle Charles. "I can fuck tonight! I have waited this long please!" I imagine begging to be let into that room. I have always imagined every perversity I had ever heard of, which was not a lot, and being brought into it.
"They fuck Toby too" I whined as I through the covers back and ran my hands down my naked body. "Don't you want me Uncle?" I sighed as I mashed my tits with my hands and opened my legs.
"Oh yes Uncle Charlie taste your big girl niece." I sighed closing my eyes and running my hands down my rippled abs to my lightly blonde curls. "That's it kiss it gentle, Toby pounded me like a sack of wheat, oh yeah Uncle right there!" her voice dissipated before entering the hallway. It was too much, maybe it was the whiskey Uncle Charles let me have or just my birthday and now being an adult but I deserved a place in that bed!
I got up naked as a jay bird and walked over to Uncle Charlie's door, turned and pushed in. The steam and heat from the bed was overwhelming as I closed the door behind me. Uncle Charles had both of them with their hands on the headboard and their asses in the air as he moved between them. They did not notice I was even in the room.
"Fuck, your good Hope" he sighed. Then withdrew his cock from her and moved over to Miriam and drive it into her arched body as she hung from the headboard collapsed with pleasure.
"but Miriam just has something extra" he said as though critiquing a whiskey. Miriam's body was ripped as she convulsed around him. God she was hot. I was not surprised as Hope is the boring one. She never really even took Toby down to the creek to many times.
"Thank you Uncle" Miriam sighed as he thrust again and again into her.
"Perhaps I should retest?" uncle Charles said reaching over for his Scotch on the night table. In leaning he saw me in the mirror over his bed.
"What is this? A new contestant?" He said as he stumbled off the bed turning to face me as he hopped on one leg, drunk with a sizable piece of manhood hard as a rock.
"Mary!" Hope hissed.
Miriam just smiled like a big cat not caring enough to turn to look.
"More the merrier" Miriam finally said.
I smiled at Hope as she sternly gave me her "mother knows best" look.

"I guess you are a woman now and deserve all the privilege tat comes with that, no matter how short that may be..." she looked away. She knew it was wrong to say but she was jealous of how sexy Mary was. So many years behind her and free to find a man and live a proper life.

I walked over to Uncle Charles took the glass and drained it, then got on my knees and began sucking him like I have never sucked a cock before. The taste of my sisters was first and foremost turning me no. His moans and groans as Hope and Miriam watched.. I was on stage and I was loving it. So much so I began rubbing myself.

"So fucking horny, look at her" Miriam said impressed.

"Another McCook slut" Hope said unable to take her eyes off me.

 

[Homerun2611]

It was wonderfully hot in my room, the ladies were lathered up like the thoroughbreds they were, as was I. I teased Hope about not being as good as Mariam, but it was sort of a joke. It they had been dessert, which they could well be as they were both so damned delicious, they would be gelato, the finest of ice creams, refined, yet amazing in both flavor and texture. Perhaps one was mocha, the other pistacchio, but mmmm, delicious and something to be savored all the same.

However, I knew Hope I knew her competitiveness, and like many great racehorses, is she felt just a touch of the whip, how she could turn it on. The fucking was superb, sliding my cock in and out of their sexy folds, their asses angled up, just waiting their turn to obe ridden hard. I clenched my balls, and held off my desire to cum, I was having a wonderful time, and I had a spectacular view of their lean, perfect bodies, grunting, thrusting and moaning to my expert handling. "Thank you Uncle" Miriam groaned as she reared back hard, wanting more and more of my massive cock inside her, stretching her so good! I gave her ass a playful slap, it was Hopes turn and I was enjoying the rhythm. "Perhaps I should retest?" I said playfully, and Hope turned her head with the spirit I, more than possibly anyone, knew she possessed.

She was just wiggling her ass for me, they way she so knew I liked. Seemingly, inviting me to enjoy either hole as we so often did. Suddenly, I saw my little, sexy Mary. Why scold here, if she thought she was up for it, why not? "What is this? A new contestant?" The girls were equally surprised, and met her with varying responses:

Hope: "Mary!"
Miriam: "More the merrier"
Hope, after an interesting nonverbal exchange: "I guess you are a woman now and deserve all the privilege tat comes with that, no matter how short that may be..."​

God Bless Mary! While her merits as a new entrant in our obscene race was discussed and dissected by her gorgeous older sister, still kneeling against the headboard, their lustful juices running down their thigh, Mary took matters, my massive, hard cock that is, into her own hands, dropping to her knees and sucking like a world class whore! "Mmmm, baby, that is good, you are making quite the case for herself, ladies don't you think there is room for your sister on the rail?"

The girls conferred, the final straw was Mary's masturbatory display while deepthroating my massive member, I saw her sisters' smile. "So fucking horny, look at her" Miriam admired, "Another McCook slut" Hope agreed. "Well then..." I said somewhat sad to pull her beautiful young mouth off my cock, "...it looks like we are in agreement! Ladies move over a bit, and Mary, slide up next to Hope, it was her turn, I believe to be ridden...don't worry, I've got plenty of good fucking left in me!" My peg leg did take away some stability as I moved, but I had worked hard to make sure from the knee up, I was more powerful than ever, and on my knees, fucking and pounding, I was an animal.

"Mary, we are fucking as your mother used to like it...she was my mare, and I, her stallion...hmmm, which reminds me what I have been missing...Oh how your mother loved this!" I went over to my closet, and in the back there they were. I grabbed all three we had done and brought them out. Mary turned around first, "Tails? Our mother liked a tail?" I laughed and hopped on the bed, kneeling down I first opened up Hope's ass cheeks as she propped herself up, rimming and licking her pucker before sliding my hardened tongue in, and then finally spitting at her rosebud for good measure. I licked the sterling anal plug with the two foot real horse hair tail attached and slid the blonde one into the oldest sister as she moaned. As luck would have it, dear Mum had two blonde and one brunette tail made to reflect her mood of the evening, and soon all three sisters were similarly attired. There were moans, a little wince, and ultimately satisfaction.

Hope was the first to enjoy the tightness and double penetration of the tail and my cock, riding her relatively quickly to orgasmic delight. I loved the additional pressure too, and moaned loudly as I fucked Hope hard and deep, while fingering each of her sisters on her right and left. Hope complete, she switched places with Mariam, who now got to enjoy, buck and fuck to the double pleasure. "Oh My God, Uncle, no wonder Mummy loved this...I love this...do you have more of these plugs?" I did but we would find special times to use them. I did like the idea of the ladies at the dance tomorrow night adorned in their mother's jeweled plugs, dancing around only they and I knowing the treasure their dresses concealed.

Mary went last, after all it was her birthday, she was still wet with Toby, but I did not care. We had shared pussies before and I was sure, we would again. Mary squealed loud, screaming in pleasure. She was much tighter, than her sisters, her cunt only recently put into play. So the sensations for her were even more extreme, and soon not only was whe bucking and cumming hard, but I was firing in her as well. Pushing in, letting loose of the massive load I had accumulated through this extended session of incredible fucking! "Oh Fuck, Mary, Mariam, Hope...you are not sluts, but you are amazing, and you understand family. I could not be more proud and pleased with any of you."

I was pulling out, and while Hope took my now dirty cock in my mouth, Mariam lifted Mary's tail and licked Mary's pussy full with first Toby's and my cum, an obscene mixed drink if you will. "Yum, Uncle, that was fun, do you have more things you might show us that Mom liked?" I smiled lovingly kneading each of their asses. "I do...and I will show you over time, you will learn it all..." They smiled looking at each other, "...but it is time for the mares to return to their stables, just like your mother, I expect you to keep the tails in, and I will remove them in the morning. As this is the first night back, and you are the oldest, Hope, you will spend the remainder of the night in my bed. I do not like to sleep alone and sometimes I wake up...with needs!"

 

[wickedpen]

Mary watched Miriam walk towards the door.

"Daddy it's my birthday" Mary said leading Charles to follow her as she got to her hands and knees on the thick blue Persian carpet. The tail swung as she moved like a cat across the floor. "I thought I would get the 'sleep over and first light sex'", using my words making me embarrassed, knowing he would recognize that I would call it that and more importantly talked to her about it.

"Our first time and don't you want more?" Mary said with a frown over her gorgeous face as her body was muscle and bone and rounded only in the most appropriate places. Her ass still facing Uncle Charles, the tail still swinging, as every word brought a twitch of her ass.

Then she played to his ego. "I mean Toby gave me a pretty good present earlier" she said softly looking off into her memory of the massive black man releasing his primal needs into her pale thin body. "But I bet you could do better still.." she said licking her lips in the most obscenely subtle way possible. She proceeded to crawl across the floor back and forth like a bit game cat stalking in a cage. So slight but so intense Uncle Charles' cock clearly had an opinion on going to sleep and letting Mary stay.

"I will go" I said, finally interjected and walked out of the room with my tail slowing me buta step. I headed to Miriam's room and slid into bed with her.

"I am tired" Miriam moaned rolling away from me.

"I have just had the hottest flash back, to my eighteenth." I said excitedly putting my chin on my sister's shoulder.

Miriam rolled back curious now. "Go on" she said as her sheet slid down to her abs letting the cool night air in.

I began "as I remember my eighteenth birthday, I was the oldest, so it was the first for me, father James and Uncle Charlie. Mother had taken to her room with a spell leaving me alone in the library with the men. Mother later told me this was all an act to get me alone with the men. They drank whiskey and built a fire. The table in front of the fire was removed and a large bear skin rug was laid out. I laid naked on the rug as instructed by father."

James McCook was not a man to be questioned or denied, this I knew from the servants who were constant objects of his libido. He was a wild crazy man but with a code of ethics. Deeply southern he cherished all animals and treated animals much as he did the people in his life. Good for the animals but the humans, it remains to be fully processed.

"Daddy was really drunk and blurted out 'suck my brother's cock Ms Hope.' as he and Uncle Charles sat on the couch with the fire flickering it's light over them. I got to my knees. I felt the warm fire on my bare back and legs as I looked at my father who just stared at me. I knew this him waiting for me to do as I had been told."

"I looked at Uncle Charlie who could not hold in his smile as his pants were tented up awkwardly." she continued as her eyes roamed over Miriam now fully listening and her nipples reacting to the combination of the sexy story and the cool night air finally giving relief to the Plantation.

"'Do it!' Daddy hollered at me echoing through the house. My hands shot to Uncle Charles' lap and wrestled his belt open then the buttons of his breeches. I, I mean we, soon had them open enough to pull his sweet hard cock out and begin rubbing it. I was so big I could hardly believe it. I leaned up and took the head in my mouth tasting a man for the first time. I moved up and began bobbing for no more than ten seconds before my mouth was full of cum and Charles laid back limp. Daddy actually laughed at how quick Charles came. It was a nice memory as Daddy was not a laughing man and to see him that way was a joy. I moved back from Charles then and Daddy stood. Then he began undressing. He was big brother in many ways, many long lasting ways." I said breathlessly.

Miriam had been rubbing herself as she listened to my story and as I said "...many long lasting ways.." she jerked and came exhaling with a smile.

I wasted no time saying "When he gets back Miriam he is going to need to make up for lost time." I said looking her straight in the eyes. "He may be rough in his ways, as a man from war will be, but he has a good heart and will need us all." I told her as the nights Uncle Charles returning after three months away and seeing war up close crept back into my psyche.