8

Summerisle

Chapter Eight

8

Plot

Sam parked the car. The drive hadn’t been long. The Sweetmans could have walked it really. As the family left the car, they took in the impressive structure that was Satyr’s House. It was truly ancient looking. The Sweetmans had come from a place where 100 years was quite an age for a building. This structure seemed to be at least 10 times that.

The entrance was reached by a large stone staircase. Currently two figures stood at the bottom of this staircase. The family recognized Mr. Dampnir. The second was a short red haired girl in a very brief maid’s uniform.

“So glad that you were able to find the place,” Dampnir beamed. He shook Sam’s hand while his eyes surveyed Caroline.  “His lordship is expecting you”. .”Dampnir broke his handshake with Sam to nudge the maid forward. “This is Sophie,” he explained, “If you will follow her she will take you to his lordship. I have estate business to attend to,” he said. “Good day to you all.” Before Dampnir turned away, he took Caroline’s hand and kissed it. She blushed and became flustered. With that, he turned and walked out across the drive.

The Sweetmans turned to Sophie, the maid, who curtseyed and said, “Come this way please.” The extremely short skirt of her uniform flew up to reveal a pair of fuchsia panties as she curtseyed. It was only a brief flash of color in an otherwise monochrome outfit, but it caught the attention of both Sam and Toby. Toby and Sam couldn’t take their eyes off the little maid as Sophie led the family up the stone stairs and through a pair of huge black doors.

Caroline and the girls marveled at the hallway they were walking through. It was vast. The walls were decorated with painting and tapestries. All of them had a classical theme. Tara found herself unconsciously identifying the subjects: “Leda and the Swan”, “Europa and the Bull”, “Pasiphae and the Cretan Bull”.

Tara blushed at that one and the subsequent images, each more racy than the last.

She was grateful when Sophie stopped outside an elaborately carved oak door. he design featured a man with curly hair and little horns. He was entirely naked and well endowed. He was playing a set of pipes while small grouping of naked girls were seated at his feet, gazing at him adoringly. Sophie swiftly rapped on the door, just below the carving

A measured, pleasantly deep, voice responded, “Come in, please!”

Sophie turned the handle and opened the door, then stood back as the Sweetmans filed in, she then followed them. A tall man with a halo of golden curls, wearing a riding jacket and breeches, sat on a leather sofa. He rose and extended his hand toward Sam. “Glad to meet you Mr. Sweetman” the man said.

Both men shook hands and Sam replied ”Oh you can call me Sam, your lordship” The man smile, “Then I insist you call me Percy”

Caroline stared at heir host. She was certain she had seen him somewhere before, but she couldn’t recall where.

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Lord Summerisle looked in the young maid’s direction He said in a pleasant voice, “Sophie, please tell my wife and the children that our guests are here”. The little maid curtseyed and closed the door behind her as she left the room

Lord Summerisle returned his attention to the Sweetmans.

“Well, Sam, your family is delightful, would you make the introductions?” Sam had turned to watch Sophie, as had Toby. At the sound of Lord Summerisle’s question, he remembered himself and replied, “Of course, Percy, this is my wife Caroline.”

Lord Summerisle looked directly at Caroline and took her hand. That instant Caroline recalled where she had seen the man. She had not exactly seen him in detail the last time, but she realized this was the man from her dream!

Caroline’s pussy began to pulse and her nipples stiffened as the nobleman held her hand. Lord Summerisle smiled at her and said, “I can not wait for you to meet my wife. I think you’ll have enjoyed each other!

Lord Summerisle looked to the Sweetman children.

Sam continued the introductions, “My son Toby …”

“Yes. My own son Tam is about your age, Toby. I’m sure You’ll both have a lot to talk about

“… my daughter Tara,”

Lord Summerisle paused to absorb the vision of the young girl. His eyes drank in every inch of her. Tara began to feel hot again. “Yes, I think you’ll like my daughter Io. She’ll be here in a moment”

“… and my youngest daughter, Tabitha.”

“Tabitha eh? I will wager they call you Tabi, don’t they? Like a little kitten?”

Tabitha giggled, “Like a little pussy cat, yes”

Lord Summerisle leaned in close to Tabitha’s ear and whispered, “Perhaps the little pussy cat would like to be petted?” Tabitha blushed and slowly nodded. Lord Summerisle straightened up.

“Lovely to meet you all,” he declared. “Now have a seat. My family will be with us shortly, and we will have some refreshments.” He gestured toward a number of leather sofas that encircled a large coffee table.

The Sweetmans sat on two of them, Tabitha and Tara on one with Toby joining Sam and Caroline on another. The conversation paused as everyone settled into their seats. Sam broke the silence. “Lovely house Percy, interesting name too. Where does that come from?” 

Lord Summerisle steepled his fingers, “Oh, the name? Well as you may know my family has quite a history in the village, after all it is named after us. Or vice versa, at this point it is difficult to tell. My family dates back to Roman times. A member of my family has been a Lord or held a similar title as far back to the time Legions were recalled. We didn’t always live in this house, of course. Back then this was the local temple.”

Tara looked up with interest. “What sort of temple was it?”

Lord Summerisle smiled. “You have an interest in History, I see. It was a temple of Pan ; the Legionaries stationed here were mostly of Greek origin and so brought their favorite god with them. Of course everyone enjoyed the worship at the temple of Pan !”

Tara looked puzzled. “Why?” she asked, “What was it like?”

Lord Summerisle smiled rakishly. “Why the worst kinds of debauchery!” Tara blushed and looked away. Lord Summerisle continued, “The foundations of the temple still exist and some of the other amenities have been retained. I have a swimming pool in the lower level that once served as the temple’s bath.

Tara felt embarrassed but she still listened. This was like the places described in her book. She had an irresistible desire to explore the building hoping to find some Roman relics.

“Pan is the archetypal Satyr, the nature spirit who walks the woods and fields. My great-great grandfather decided to adapt what was left of the old Temple when he needed to build a greater house for himself. It is a tradition to name one’s house, and since this had once been the House of Pan so to speak, my ancestor thought Satyr’s House an appropriate name”

The entrance of a maid interrupted Percy’s tale. Dressed almost identically to Sophie, she walked in carried a tray of tea.

A beautifully dressed petite woman followed the maid into the room. Her skin and hair made it obvious that she had a mixed racial ancestry. The rose silk blouse and long skirt she was wearing emphasized the beauty of her lean form and the rich golden brown of her skin. Her body was athletic, as far as Sam could tell, she walked with a confidence that denoted control of her world.

Lord Summerisle stood and kissed the woman. “I’d like you to meet my wife, Katherine.” Lady Summerisle gave them a dazzling smile. Her hazel green eyes shone as she spoke, “Oh you can call me Kitty if you like.” There was a hint of a Caribbean accent beneath her cut glass tones.

Lady Summerisle sat down next to her husband. Sam found himself gazing at the women and wondering what her body looked like without her dress.Toby’s imagination was similarly engaged. He had to shift his position to hide his swiftly swelling erection.

The maid bent slightly as she placed the tray on the coffee table. As she did, she revealed that her panties were lime green. Toby moved his hand down to cover the bulge in his jeans. The maid straightened up and turned to leave, as she did, she smiled at Toby.

“Well we’re just waiting for Tam and Io,” Lady Summerisle continued. “They were out riding this morning, though I think they should be home by now. Just then, a bright voice sounded from the doorway, “Here I am mummy!”

The Sweetmans turned their heads to see who had spoken. A girl about Tara’s age was standing in the doorway. She was taller than Tara and obviously the daughter of Lord and Lady Summerisle. Her face was a beautiful combination of both parents’ features and her hair was a light almost reddish brown. She was wearing a white shirt and black jodhpurs, both of which made the honey tone of her skin even more glorious

As she walked towards the coffee table, all eyes were on her. When she reached her parents, she kissed both on the forehead. This action caused her tightly clad ass to push out, much to Sam and Toby’s enjoyment. She walked over to Tabitha and Tara, sat down next to them, and held out a hand. “Iolanthe Summerisle,” she introduced herself. “Pleased to meet you!”

Tara returned the hand shake, “Tara Sweetman, likewise”

Tabitha reached across her sister, “Tabitha Sweetman”

Toby appeared to wake from a stupor. “I’m Toby!” he exclaimed a little stupidly.

Io smiled at him, “Charmed Toby.”

“Where’s your brother, Io?” Lord Summerisle inquired.

“I’m right here” another voice answered from the doorway. This voice belonged to a young man who bore a striking resemblance to Lord Summerisle, only younger and with a small amount of facial hair. He was dressed like his father and carried a riding crop. He went around the room greeting all those present. Eventually he sat by his mother on the sofa. Now Caroline and her daughters had somebody else to ogle. Tam was quite a sight, his hair was just as golden as his father’s but was longer and held in a short ponytail. His features were like those of a bronze idol.

The families chatted idly over tea and petite fours. All the while, every member of the Sweetman family found themselves glancing at the Summerisles plagued with thoughts that made it difficult to continue the small talk.

Tara had barely managed to keep her eyes off Tam long enough to have a conversation with Io. Tara and Io had clicked almost immediately. It wasn’t long before Io turned to her father and asked “Daddy, can Tara stay the night?”

Lord Summerisle smiled. Tara felt the nobleman surveying her again. It was for a brief moment after which Io’s father said “If that is acceptable to her father and mother I don’t see a problem”

Neither Sam nor Caroline had any objections.

Lord Summerisle returned to the subject he had just been discussing. “As I said Sam, Caroline, riding is marvelous exercise for a young girl, I’d be happy to take Tabi here riding tomorrow.

“But we haven’t any riding clothes for her,” Caroline objected.

“Nonsense, I would warrant that Tabitha could easily fit into some of Io’s old riding clothes. I’ll have Dampnir send some of them over this evening. And we’ll arrange an outing to get more sometime next week.”

Caroline was impressed with the generosity, “Thank you, Percy.”

“And since your sisters will be out of the house tomorrow, Toby why don’t you come visit Tam?” Lady Summerisle smiled at the oldest Sweetman child. “You can show him the village, can’t you dear?”

Tam nodded, “Sure, shall we say 10:30 by the stables Toby?”

Lady Summerisle smiled at this arrangement and squeezed her son’s knee. “Caroline, you should come and have tea. We have so much we can discuss.”

“I’m afraid that leaves you on you own, old man ” Lord Summerisle told Sam. “Not to worry though, I’d like you to have a look at your new office. I took the liberty of having a suite set up above the Seamstress, the local pub. It’s a wonderful location, a minute or two from your house. Boardman, the landlord, will have the key. Just go there tomorrow morning. He’ll let you in and show you around.

“Th-Thanks!” Sam was amazed. This was the best job he had ever accepted. He knew he and his family was going to love living in the village.

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