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Summerisle

Chapter Twenty-eight

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Plot

The village school was situated in a clearing a few minutes drive from the centre of the village. It was comprised of two large  well kept and gothic styled Victorian buildings constructed from deep grey granite with verdigris copper roofs  surrounded by a large yard. An ancient looking wall surrounded the whole complex. It appeared to be a brick structure and covered in plaster that was painted coral pink. An ornate set of wrought iron gates stood wide open as Sam brought the car to a halt outside the school to let his children leave the car.

Tabitha and Tara sat together in the back of the car while Toby occupied the front passenger seat. Tabitha had made sure that she sat in the back before her brother or sister could take their places together. She had greeted Toby’s look of disappointment with a big grin and had declared (you should sit up front with Dad Toby, me and Tara are sitting back here!”

Tabitha skipped from the car. “Have a good day at work Daddy,” she sang cheerfully as she leaned through the driver’s side window and placed a kiss on Sam’s forehead.

She straightened up and called to Tara, “Aren’t you going to kiss Daddy goodbye, Tara?”

“Y-yes,” a nervous Tara replied. She hurried around to kiss her father. As she leaned toward her father, Tabitha whispered in her ear, “No tongues!” and giggled.

Tara, a mortified look on her face, straightened up swiftly. She snapped, “Shut up Tabi!” her face flushed, weather due to embarrassment or sudden arousal it was difficult to say.

“Don’t say that to your sister, Tara.” Sam came to his younger daughter’s defense, though his anger was tempered somewhat by a hint of lust. “Now both of you have a good day at school, Tell Toby that as well”

Toby had, wandered away from the car and was leaning against the wall. He looked dejected as he watched both of his sisters kissed their father. He didn’t understand why Tara was ignoring him, the night before she had literally been all over him.

He watched his sisters walking toward him as his father drove off. Tara reached Toby first and smiled, “What’s wrong Toby?” she asked.

“I was going to ask you,” he began after he looked past Tara and saw Tabitha was still a safe distance away. “Didn’t you enjoy last night?” he whispered. “You sure sounded like you did.”

Tara had dropped her eyes to the ground.  “I loved it,” she said in a quiet voice. “I need it right now.”

Toby beamed. “Well let’s not go to school today.” He pulled Tara closer to him and attempted to kiss her.

Tara pushed him away. “No, Toby, tonight, I promise,” she stammered out quickly. “I need to tell you something…” but before she could continue Tabitha had closed the distance between them.

“What’re talking about?” she asked innocently.

“Nothing Tabi.” Toby’s voice held an edge of irritation that belied the civility of his reply. He pushed his way past his sisters and headed through the open iron gates.

Tara and Tabitha trailed a few feet behind their brother. Tara took the opportunity to study the gate’s decoration. It was solidly built with thick vertical bars that composed the main body of the structure. Leaves framed a set panpipes in the center of each gate.

Mounted above the gateway was a large scrolled ironwork sign that read:

Acuti acies obsequor corpor

Tara made a mental note to look up its meaning after she was home.

There were a number of students standing in small groups in the playground. A voice called out, “Tabi!” as the younger Sweetman girl walked through the gates. Tabitha looked in the direction of the voice and replied, “Penny, hi!” She quickly walked over to where the other members of the riding club were gathered.

Toby drew close to Tara and asked, “What was it you wanted to tell me?” Tara swallowed hard and steeled herself to reveal that Tabitha knew about their night of fucking.  Before she could continue, they heard a voice near the gates called out to them, “Toby! Tara!”

The Sweetman teens looked in the direction of the voice. Iolanthe Summerisle was briskly entering the school grounds. Ambling behind her was her brother Tam. The son and daughter of the Lord of the Manor were dressed like the other students. The checked dress hugged Iolanthe’s perfect body and drew the eye of every boy in the playground. Tam was also receiving approving looks from the girls. He, Toby and the other boys at the school were dressed in much simpler style to the girls, just a white shirt and grey pants and a white and coral striped tie. On Tam it looked like finely tailored Italian couture.

The Summerisles made their way over to Toby and Tara. Iolanthe smiled at both of them and asked, “What do think of the school?”

Toby moved closer to Io, away from his sister. “It’s nice. Why’re there two buildings though? There aren’t that many kids.”

“That’s because boys and girls are taught separately.” Tam answered Toby’s question, although he had already sidled up to Tara and had taken her hand. At Tam’s touch, Tara momentarily forgot her anxiety. The lord’s son continued, “The bell’s going to ring in a moment. We’ll head to that far building while the girls will go in here,” he indicated a door over his shoulder.

Tam leaned toward Tara and quietly commented, “Tara, you look delicious in that uniform.” Tara blushed Tam leaned closer and breathed, “Can I take it off after school?” into her ear.

Tara playfully pushed Tam and coyly replied, “Maybe”

Iolanthe allowed Toby to take hold of her hand and quietly asked him, “How did you sleep last night?”

Toby kept his voice low and answered, “I didn’t really sleep.”

“Oh,” Iolanthe responded. “Did Tara?”

Toby laughed a little. “Not really.” His cock began to stiffen slightly as he recalled last night.

“Lucky girl,” Io whispered. “Will you walk me home after school, Toby?”

“Y-yes, please,” Toby hastily replied and realized how close Iolanthe had moved as her tits brushed his arm.

“Good. We could…” but before Iolanthe could describe what she and Toby could do a large brass bell sounded throughout the playground. Groups of students began making their way to the buildings, the girls separating from the boys.

The two groups formed a line at the door to the buildings. Tabitha and the riding club had already made their way to the girls’ building. Toby and Tam released Tara and Iolanthe’s hands and reluctantly joined the line by the boys’ building.

Iolanthe gently tugged on Tara’s arm. “Come on,” she urged. “Mr. Stone hates it when girls lag behind. We don’t want him to become angry, and he’s got a short temper!”

Tara allowed herself to be directed to the girls’ building while she kept her eyes on both her brother and Tam. She and Iolanthe were last in line when the door to the building swung open and the girls began to enter. A last glimpse over towards the boys told Tara that they were also going into their building.

The girls’ building was dark inside. Tara wondered what her day at this new school would be, and then she began to worry about what Iolanthe had told her: “Mr. Stone … has a short temper.”

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