The Sisterhood

Looking up, Roy was just in time to see the sprig of mistletoe as Faith closed in on him and pressed his back against the wall and her lips to his. Then, as he hesitated, not knowing how to react, she bade him in husky tones, to open his mouth and place his arms around her. Not knowing what else to do, he obeyed. Then, as her lips parted, and he made contact with the inside of her mouth, he realised that this is what he had been wanting to do all evening. After a few moments, she disconnected and held her face from him to look into his eyes, telling him how blue they were. ‘And yours are green,’ he said. ‘Hazel green,’ she corrected before connecting her mouth to his again. This time there was no holding back. He couldn’t get enough of her. It was if they were trying to eat each other, and how sweet it tasted! Maybe God didn’t exist, but heaven certainly did because the two of them were in it. Thrilling to the firm rotundity of her ample buttocks as he felt them with his hands, he presently made contact with her suspenders through her thin dress as he explored downwards. Disconnecting for a moment, Faith whispered: ‘You like my thighs, don’t you?’ ‘Yes, I do. Did you want me to see them?’ Faith nodded before uniting her mouth to his yet again, this time for an even longer kiss, during which Roy contrived to lift her dress from behind enabling him to feel the naked flesh of her thighs and lower buttocks, an action that caused him an exhilaration passing even that of dancing over a rolling green landscape on a bright spring day. Immersed thus in their freshly created heaven, they barely heard the click of the door handle that heralded Charity’s emergence from the kitchen. She must have seen everything, not least the lifted dress and Roy’s hand clasping her sister’s buttocks, but she said nothing as the two of them parted and turned towards her. Faith pointed upwards at the mistletoe as she searched for the right words to cover the situation. Charity forestalled her with a wave of the hand. ‘Best let the boy go now. They’ll be wondering where he’s got to.’ Fetching Roy’s overcoat from the peg, she held it out for him. Slipping into it as if in a dream, he took his hat, scarf and gloves from her and stepped out into the crisp coldness of the star studded night. ‘You must come and see us again!’ Faith called after. Pausing, he turned to look back at her, nodding his head as he did so. ‘Yes, please do! Any time!’ Charity’s tone of voice was decisive. After he had gone, the sisters stood in the hall looking at each other for several moments. Faith was the first to speak. ‘Do you think he’ll ever come back to see us?’ she said. Charity’s nod was decisive. ‘Oh yes, he certainly will. It may take some time, but one day he’ll be back and that’s for sure.’ Still not entirely convinced, Faith moved to return to the sitting room. She was thinking of lovers. She’d had several of them, men she had used, and regarded with some contempt. She’d led them all up the garden path, just using them. She wasn’t the marrying kind. But Charity, she was different, and she blamed herself for the fact that her sister had never married. So what now? Neither of them would marry, and she was reduced to playing with boys; but what a boy this one was! There was potential here all right, and she wished her age would stand still while he grew up towards her. Turning to look at Charity, who had followed her into the room, she said suddenly: ‘I think I’ve fallen in love.’ Charity flashed her a devastating look. ‘In love! You in love! Don’t talk like a bloody fool!’ She rarely swore, reserving her ‘bloodies’ to emphasize her greatest contempt. Meanwhile, Roy was on his way home through the copse and out into the deer park. At the churchyard he paused to watch as the ghostly whiteness of a barn owl glided among the tombstones. Then, as it disappeared behind the church, he too entered in among them, fearless, for he was not afraid of the dead. Soon he was home and, after playing his violin for a while, he turned in for an early night. Although he slept soundly for some time, in the early hours he began to dream. He was in a vast forest standing before two great boulders of equal size, the rotundity of which amazed him. Where the roundness of them curved away from each other, he espied an entrance. Crawling on his hands and knees, he found himself in a narrow passage at the end of which he espied a bright light. Wriggly along towards it, he soon found himself within a brightly lit cavern where a beautiful girl in a tight fitting short dress was dancing. He watched, spellbound, as the dress split open and she wriggled towards him, he reached out with his hands to clasp her buttocks and draw her to him as she presented a pink-nippled breast for him to suck. A feeling of immense joy enveloped him, followed by a tremendous thrill as he awoke to find he had ejaculated into his pyjamas. He lay there savouring the experience for a while, before whispering, ‘Thank you Faith,’ and drifted back into a contented sleep.[End of 1]