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Summerisle
Chapter Thirty-four |
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Just before Tam, Iolanthe, Toby and
Tabitha Sweetman held tightly to the hand of Penelope Hunt, her friend from the riding club, as they ran across the playground to the waiting Mercedes. The driver’s door opened as the 13-year-olds neared the car. A well-dressed man climbed out, leaned against the hood of the car and folded his arms.
The man smiled when the two young girls reached him. The girls came to a stop in front of him. Both were panting slightly from their dash across the playground. Their chests rose and fell as the girls caught their breath, presenting a delightful sight to the driver. Brendan Hunt peered at Tabitha over the darkened glasses he was wearing. He removed them to see the girls more clearly. “Tabi,” Penelope began, “this is my uncle, Brendan.”
“Whoever this man is, he’s beautiful," thought a very surprised Tabitha. That was the correct word, beautiful. Tabitha had seen many handsome men, Lord Summerisle and her own father came immediately to her mind, but this man could only be described as beautiful. He was clean-shaven and his hair cropped so close that his head was almost devoid of hair. Instead of creating a hard or threatening appearance, his near baldness only emphasized the exquisitely fine, almost feminine, features of Brendan’s face.
As Rev. Hunt’s long lashed eyes scanned Tabitha’s young body, a smile began to cross his face. “Pleased to meet you, Tabitha.” He opened he door to the back of the car and gave a little bow, “Please take a seat and we’ll be off.”
Tabitha climbed into the Mercedes. She turned, expecting Penelope to join her, but Brendan closed the back door. He then opened the front passenger door, and Penelope bounced onto the passenger seat. She smiled as her uncle settled into the driver's seat and started the car.
The Mercedes seats were made of rich, dark brown leather that had been warmed by the sunlight streaming in through the car’s windows all day. There was were no seat belts however, which gave Tabitha an opportunity to stretch out across the seat. The smooth motion of the Mercedes and the purr or its engine had a soothing, soporific effect on Tabitha. As the car motored towards the village Manse, she lay he head against an armrest, closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the countryside.
After a minute or two, Tabitha heard her Brendan speak to his niece.
“And how did today go for my little apprentice?” Penny answered with a confidence that surprised Tabitha, “Wonderful, Uncle! Stone was his usual severe self. Tabi’s sister got on his bad side, but I must say it was very,” she paused, “stirring.”
“And how did the older Sweetman fille respond to her teacher?”
“Oh, she also found it stirring,” Penny chuckled. She paused again and Tabitha heard her turn in her seat.
She is checking to see if I am awake. Tabitha thought.
Penny turned back, and then, assuming Tabitha did not speak French, she said, “Elle est très docile, elle sera un jouet parfait pour toi” [She is very submissive, she’ll be a perfect toy for you]
It was Brendan’s turn to chuckle,. “À ce moment, vous êtes le seul jouet avec lequel je veux jouer ” he replied. [You are the only toy I want to play with at this moment]
Tabitha opened her eyes just enough to see what was occurring in the front seat but not so much as to reveal that she was awake. She saw Brendan pull his niece closer to him on the car’s front bench seat.
Penny sank lower in her seat her head slumped against the top of the seat, her blonde hair spilled over the back of the seat. Tabitha could not see any detail, but she saw Brendan take his hand off the steering wheel. Penelope raised herself up slightly. Then Brendan brought his hand back where Tabitha could see it. She saw the vicar’s hand held a ball of coral colored fabric.
Brendan Hunt held Penny’s pink panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. “You weren’t lying when you said you found it stirring,” he told his niece lustfully. Brendan reached behind him and dropped the panties on the floor. His hand again disappeared from Tabitha’s view. Penelope sighed deeply. “Is he touching her pussy?” Tabitha wondered.
“And how did Tabitha respond to seeing her sister’s chastisement?” The Rev. Hunt asked his niece.
Penny’s voice sounded thicker, reflecting her arousal. “S-she s-seemed t-to find it, uuuuh, funny.”
“He IS touching her pussy!” Tabitha concluded.
Tabitha could not prevent a smile crossing her face at
this. The sight of “So you think your new friend is a submissive girl, or do you think she’s much more of your own temperament?” Brendan was not looking at his niece as he spoke but he kept only one hand on the steering wheel.
“Oooh Brendaaan,” Penelope moaned “She, she could be either, but I think Tabi would be best if you taught her to be like me.”
The car began to slow as they drew up to the Manse. Tabitha opened her eyes and yawned, pretending to have just awakened “D-did you say something Penny?” she asked as she returned to sitting upright.
Brendan stopped the car and turned to speak to Tabitha. “We were just talking about some after dinner activities we both think you’ll enjoy.” He did not attempt to pick up Penelope’s discarded panties, or even to hide them from Tabitha’s view. “I hope you’ll like what my sister has prepared for dinner,” he said, his eyes shining.
Tabitha joined Rev. Hunt and Penelope outside the car. The trio walked the short distance to the doorway to the manse. The minister’s house was actually a small extension to the side of a large ancient looking church. The extension itself appeared to be no less ancient. As befitted its appearance, the Manse had a large oak door with blackened iron fixtures.
The three reached the door and Brendan reached into his pocket. He brought out a large key and slid it into an ornate keyhole about halfway down the door. While he did this Penelope turned to Tabitha and inquired, “Did you have a nice nap?”
Tabitha again yawned. “Oh yes, I had a lovely dream.”
“Oh, what was it about?”
“Well I dreamt that you and your uncle were doing some very naughty things,” and then Tabitha sniggered.
Penelope slapped her friend playfully. “Oh, you weren’t asleep at all!”
“No, I wasn’t. I wish I’d known what was going to happen. I’d have insisted on sitting up front too!”
Penelope inched closer to her friend. “Oh I think you’ll have enough fun with us tonight to make up for not being included just now.”
Brendan opened the front door and swung it wide for the girls to enter. Once they were through the door, he closed it as he followed behind.
The Manse was beautifully decorated with a diagonal checkerboard tile floor and rich vermillion walls. Like Satyr’s House, there were a number of tapestries on the wall. These tapestries were more geometric in design than the ones at the Satyr's House, however, and between each was an oil painting of men who looked very like Brendan.
“This way!” Rev. Hunt declared and led Tabitha toward an archway with Penelope following behind.
As she walked through the arch, a woman came into view. Tabitha assumed this was Sonya Hunt, Penelope’s mother and Brendan’s sister. She looked very much like both of them since she had Brendan’s tall frame and eyes and Penelope’s hair color unlike her daughter, Sonya Hunt wore her hair in an almost boyishly short shaggy style that framed the beauty of her face remarkably.
Sonya was standing expectantly by the kitchen table. Aside from a slim collar with tiny spikes on it and an apron made of thick red cotton, Sonya Hunt was entirely naked.
Her
face lit up when she saw Brendan and Penelope walk into the room. “Oh Master,
Mistress I’m so glad you’re home!” she declared. Her nipples soon made their
presence known through the fabric of her apron, signaling Sonya’s growing
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