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Summerisle

Chapter Thirty-six

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Mf, inc F/D Mdom

Brendan Hunt sat in a leather office chair and waited for his sister. His 13-year-old niece, Penelope, sat at his feet and rested her head against her uncle’s leg. She smiled as her friend, Tabitha Sweetman, entered the room, followed by Penelope’s mother, Sonya, who was completely naked.

“Come sit by me and Uncle Brendan, Tabi.” Penelope said, while patting the floor in front of Brendan’s chair.

“Sonya, you know where I want you.” Brendan told his sister. Sonya nodded, “Of course Master.” she replied with a dreamy sound in her voice.

In front of Brendan and the two girls was a long, deep brown leather ottoman. Sonya Hunt sat down upon it and then swiveled so that she could lay fully stretched out across its top. Penelope’s mother drew her feet up and placed them on the edge of the ottoman, pressing her heels tightly to her beautifully round and flawless ass cheeks. The position of her feet made Sonya's thighs spread wide and presented her hairless cunt fully to her brother and the two girls.

“Good, good!” Brendan murmured encouragingly, “I wish you to tell Tabitha why you and Penny live with me, you may touch yourself as you do so.”

Sonya let out a small cry of happiness, “Oh thank you, Master!” Immediately, her hand flew to her pussy. Her middle finger began rapid movements up and down her slit and her cunt lips began to shine from her oily love juice. Brendan cleared his throat, “Not too fast, Sonya! You can only cum when I tell you, and I want you to tell Tabitha the whole story first!”

Sonya mumbled, “Sorry Master.” and her fingers slowed to a leisurely massaging movement between her legs. She closed her eyes and began to tell her story

The note from Sonya's husband, Ralph, was lying on the table when she came in. In (It) lay unnoticed as she put away her groceries and made herself some tea. Before she sat down, Sonya heard the mail drop through her door. As she collected the envelopes, she picked up her cup and took them all to the table. Then she saw the note.

Ralph had folded the slip of paper and written her name on it in his tiny scrawl. She knew what he had written inside but she unfolded the note nevertheless. Ralph explained how he would be in touch (Sonya knew he would not) how he would send money for Penelope (another lie) and how it was his fault he had to go away and get his head straight (Sonya knew he blamed her for this).

Sonya gulped down some tea; it burnt her tongue and seared her throat. She ripped up the letter and dropped it on the table. Almost in a trance, she sorted through the rest of the mail. It was almost all bills, except for one with a postmark that Sonya dreaded seeing. Somebody was writing to her from the village!

Another hot gulp of tea fortified Sonya to open the letter. Inside was a single sheet of beautiful handwriting that Sonya recognized as belonging to her younger brother, Brendan. It read:

Sonya

I am writing to inform you of our father's passing. I am not sure whether you will care to come home to pay your respects, since you did not for our mother.

I would urge you to come home, as I have with every letter I have sent you. Dearest sister, you and Penelope belong in Summerisle, not in a big city. You are country girls at heart, not city girls.

Brendan

Sonya dropped this letter onto the table as well. She finished her tea and she closed her eyes to massage the bridge of her nose with her fingertips. Suddenly, she realized that it was almost time to pick Penelope up from school.

Later that night Sonya lay in bed and tried to fall asleep. Penelope had been very difficult when she had found out about her father walking out on them. She had stormed off to her room in the middle of dinner. Sonya had heard her 11-year-old daughter crying, but now Penelope was quietly asleep. Sonya was glad that tomorrow was Saturday.

Still, Sonya was unable to fall asleep herself as her mind thought about her now failed marriage. She had met Ralph when he had been working at the Manor house in her home village. At the end of her 20th summer, he had asked her to come back with him to the city. Sonya, against the wishes of her father, had eloped with him in the middle of the night and would become pregnant with Penelope a month later. She and Ralph fucked daily then, Sonya thought, more than daily really. They had not fucked for a year and a half before Ralph left his note. Unconsciously, Sonya had begun to touch herself; her thoughts were of Ralph and of how they had been when she was younger, at least at first.

As she relieved the tensions of the day and felt her fingers becoming slippery with her pussy juice, Sonya began to think of other things. She thought of growing up in the house of the village priest and remembered how, until she began to go to school, she believed that all the children in the village had mothers who only wore clothes outside the house.

Sonya recalled the night of her 12th birthday, when her father had enfolded her tiny hand in his powerful one and led her to his study. Sonya relived the feelings as her father had told her to strip every item of clothing from her body and stand before him naked. The image of the large golden ring shaped like an acorn that was the sign of his vocation flashed across her mind as she had stared at it while obeying her father.

Sonya’s masturbation had intensified when she remembered her father explaining that, from that night on, she would have to nude at all times when inside the house. That it was the first night of her “true education." As her recollection moved on to her father slowly unfastening his fly, Sonya Hunt came long and hard moaning into her pillow,

Saturday was easier. Penelope was less angry and even helped her mother around the house. Sonya could tell that her 11 year-old daughter missed her father, but that could not be helped now. Sonya reread her brother’s letter twice before nightfall and the fingering Sonya gave herself that night was a reward for making it through the day.

As with the night before, Sonya at first thought of Ralph, how he had come to Summerisle and inspired her to run away from the man she only called Father in public. However, by the time Sonya neared orgasm, her memories had returned to the education she her father provided in addition to her schooling.

She saw her younger self, learning to suck her Master’s cock (Sonya’s father had insisted upon the name “Master”) and the first shudders of climatic pleasure washed over her. Then she remembered how, when she was 14, her father had taken her to the Manor house to meet the old Lord. Before she could recall what happened there, she came.

A week went by. Sonya was able to keep herself together knowing that she would reward herself with pleasure at the end of the day. Now Ralph did not penetrate her thoughts at all, instead she recalled moments from her time as obedient little slave girl to her father.

Her thoughts returned repeatedly to the moment that Old Lord Summerisle had taken her to his private study and relieved her of her virginity. She found herself recalling the celebratory fuck she had shared with her father when they had returned home. Part of her knew that what she was remembering was wrong, but she could not help herself, she missed her Master so badly.

That Saturday, Sonya left Penelope on her own to go grocery shopping. When she returned, she thought she could hear voices inside the house. Sonya thought at first that Penelope had the television volume on too high as was going to scold her daughter. Then, as she walked into the kitchen, she realized that the two voices were familiar; one was her daughter's the other...

“Hello, Sonya.” Brendan greeted his sister warmly. Penelope was sitting on his lap and they had apparently been reading the paper together, “Penelope let me in. We've been catching up.”

“Yes, Mummy! Uncle Brendan says he’ll be staying for a little while. Isn't that great?”

Sonya let the shopping bags fall to the ground, breaking a couple of eggs in the process. For the moment, she could not think of anything to say.

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