Date: Tue, 20 Jun 2017 06:48:15 +0000
From: aimee fowler <docaimee@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sister, Daughter, Lover, Bride series

Please remember, Donate, Donate, Donate.  It's how the magic happens.

Chapter One: Sister

The holy scriptures proclaim "Thou shalt honor thy Father and Mother," but
there is no denying my father was pretty much an asshole.  I mean, he did
teach me my exquisite cock-sucking skills during many hours of practice and
one always has a special place in one's ass for the first cock to spread
one's cheeks and take their anal cherry.  Yet, there was no sense in which
he was a good man.  He was a traitor to his king, apostate to his god, and
killed my mother in a drunken rage.  He also cheated, schemed, scammed and
extorted his way across most of Europe.  Yet, he still did leave my sister
and I two things of great value.  He had a large stash of his accumulated
loot and a secure escape route.

As I looked out over the burgeoning city of New Orleans I knew that 1805
was going to be my year.  I shifted my daughter Laura to my other shoulder.
She murmured sleepily.  She had never truly become accustomed to the
shifting and swaying on the wind during our long passage.

"Father was a fool."  I declared in the fastness of my mind as I took my
place in the line to await the unloading of my cargo and luggage.  "In the
end I'm gonna make more money than he ever did, and I'm gonna be respected
and admired."  I was sure that with the crate of valuables I had I could
buy my way into the business scene.

When I saw my farther taken I knew there was nothing I could do for him.
It wasn't the army or agents of the crown but the Magaas.  The local
criminal element was not in the habit of allowing those who stole from them
to live long after they were captured.  A quick and nasty torture to
determine if there was something interesting he knew and a knife to the
back of the neck was the pattern.

I hurried back to the inn we were staying at.  Diana was finishing her bath
as I burst into the room.  She was tall for a fourteen year old and lissom,
with long blonde hair that fell almost to her ass.  In this land of almost
exclusive black or brown hair she had been a very effective distraction.
Men were always too entranced with her beauty and sexual adventurousness to
notice as father and I robbed them blind.  Not that we were indiscriminate,
we were looking for the jewels and gold, not table silver and candlesticks.

She flashed me that smile that made any man rock hard in an instant and
slowly turned as she sluiced off the suds of her bath, showing off her
glorious body in all its magnificence.  Her breasts were small, yet already
showing signs of lushness to come.  Her ass was taut and had just enough
body to not be a girl's, but a woman's.  But it was her face, delightfully
oval shaped, with bright blue eyes and that smile...  I had met other women
who could smile like that, but most of them couldn't put it in their eyes.
Diana's smile reached her eyes because it was honest, especially when she
was thinking about sex.  Diana was never not thinking about sex, it was one
of the reasons why I loved her so much.  I hated to ruin that smile.

"We have to go."  I breathlessly explained.  "The Magaas has Father, I saw
them take him.  He won't be able to resist long."  In fact, we both knew
that Father wouldn't even try to hide any information from the torturers.
It would never occur to him to try to give us more time to escape.  Father
always did what was best for Father.  Diana's face fell into instant
seriousness.

"We're mostly packed, the important stuff."  Diana also knew there was a
time for crying and carrying on.  She splashed water heedlessly on the
floor as she began to frantically dry off and at the same time make lists
of what we would need.  "Go, saddle the horses.  I'll have everything ready
by the time you get back."  In less than ten minutes we were in the saddle,
trying our best to look like a normal couple leaving the city for the farm.
I don't know how much time we would have had but we were looking over our
shoulders for the rest of the day.  We camped in a small grove near a noisy
stream that would cover the noises of the horses, we hoped.  We didn't dare
a fire still so we huddled together under our cloaks.

"We left him."  Diana was beginning to react to day's events.  "We didn't
even try, we didn't even leave the goods for the Magaas to recover, there's
no way they'll let him live without the stuff we stole from them."  I held
her close.

"We had no choice."  I protested.  "They would have done the same to us, if
they'd caught us, you know that."

"I know, I know."  She admitted, "But I feel like a traitor, just leaving
him to die."

I just held her.  There really wasn't anything to say.  I wasn't crying for
him, Father had never earned tears of sorrow from anyone.  Diana was a
generous soul and despite everything, she still loved her father.  I held
her as she sobbed silently.  It wasn't long before the shaking stopped.
"What are we going to do now?"  She wanted to know as she blew her nose.

"Well, I've been thinking."  I dragged it out until she hit me with a
gurgle of almost laughter.  "I've never been to Vienna."  That got her
attention.  She sat bolt upright, letting the cold spring night air into
our cocoon of cloaks and blankets.  I protested and pulled her back in
toward me. She lay on my chest and her eyes were bright.

"Vienna?" she repeated.  "Don't you think that's a little dangerous?  The
Empire did, after all, put a bounty on our heads."

"Yeah, but that was in Prague, there is no one in Vienna who will recognize
us.  And," I allowed my tone to grow a bit more serious.  "In Vienna, we
can change the biggest loot for coin and then find some smaller place, big
enough to have an opera," Diana loved the opera.  "but small enough that no
one will be looking for wanted thieves."

"You plan to settle down, don't you?"  Her eyes were shrewd.  "You want to
go respectable, get a job."

"No, I want to look around, find a good business and make more money and
not have to worry about the law or the gangs."  I'd had my fill and more of
running.  Diana was thinking.  Her mouth puckered into the pout she used
where others used a frown. Then she smiled just a bit, a nasty little smile
with way too much mischief in it.

"OK, Brother."  She announced.  "I can do that."  I was just beginning to
breathe my premature sigh of relief when she dropped her bomb on me.  "As
long as it's a whore house."  I squawked in alarm and she laughed gaily.
"Think of it, brother mine.  You know there's lots of money in whores,
you've spent enough of it on them, at least."  Her smile was purely evil
now.  "And think of all that nubile woman flesh around, young innocent
girls..."  Her tone turned sultry and she wriggled in a way she knew very
well would set me off.  "Girls that need a strong, virile man to spread
their legs, cocks to take their virgin maidenheads.  A man to teach them
what a woman needs to do."  She was fumbling with my pants.  She could feel
the raging boner straining against the band.

She finally got me unbuckled and I popped up, hard and hot.  She grinned
pure impudence and licked me all the way from balls to mouth, I shivered.
She slowly ran a finger along the sensitive underside. "And when she is
ready, send her to the customers who will pay extra for such a well-trained
little slut."  She popped me into her mouth and took me all the way down
into her throat until she was nuzzling the hair around my base with her
nose.  She snorted through her nose in amusement and I felt the warm breath
blow through my hair.  She pulled herself back up and grinned again.  "And
when she cries and mourns her lost maidenhood, I'll be there to comfort
her."  I couldn't help myself I barked a laugh.

"All right, you little minx."  I surrendered.  "OK, we'll do it your way,
slut."  She grinned again and gave me my reward.  It was a virtuoso display
of cock-sucking, deep and hard, fast and tender.  When I was well and truly
as hard as is only possible for a fifteen year old to be she pulled up her
dress and impaled herself on me.  She rocked back and forth, making small
circles with her pelvis.  My sister could teach anyone tricks for getting
men off.  I could only wish it was a warm, well lit bed where I could see
her beautiful fourteen year old body riding me.  In all my years, with all
the women and men I've fucked, no one has ever looked as purely beautiful
riding my cock as my sister.

She fucked me until I couldn't take anymore.  I flipped her over and
slammed into her with all my strength.  As fast and hard as I could.  We
were sliding along the ground a little with every thrust and we moved out
from the blanket we had laid out underneath us.  The ground had to be cold
under her back and I could see my breath puffing away like a dragon with
the exertion but I just couldn't stop.  Diana arched her back and came,
hard.  I could feel the muscles in her pussy clenching and quivering around
my rod.  I didn't stop, pounding my sister like the steam powered engine we
had seen on display.  Then I came, I didn't even have the straining
stretching thrusts that usually presage orgasm.  I just fucked her as I
sprayed my hot cum deep in her box.

I thrust again spasmodically a few times and fell down, right on top of
her.  She grunted and pushed up against my weight.  I rolled us both to our
sides, my cock still in her, still leaking cum.  We lay there for probably
thirty seconds or so before we both noticed the cold.  Laughing and
brushing the leaves and dirt off each other we wrapped ourselves back in
our cloaks and held each other close.  We fucked most every day for the
rest of the trip but in my own mind, I have no doubts.  That was the night
I got my sister pregnant.

In the end we chose Bratislava.  In Vienna I had a quiet chat with a
serious gentleman who, for a small percentage, arranged for us to assume
the business of a certain pimp who had offended a certain high-ranked,
unnamed someone.  Of course there was the usual rake-off to that someone
and the twenty percent to our partner but we were still keeping sixty-five
percent of the take.  After expenses, we were making some very nice coin
within three months of our arrival.

I would have preferred something where I didn't have to pay baksheesh or
make deals in dark corners, but unless people know you it is very difficult
to get done what is needed to do to establish one of those legitimate
businesses.  I'd heard that London was a city where newcomers could make a
home quickly and relatively easily... or maybe... the New World.  The news
of the United States of America's successful rebellion had rung bells all
over Europe.  All the Kings and Emperors were looking to their armies and
eyeing restive populations suspiciously.  Yet it seemed to me that a man
with some cash and ambition might do well in a land built entirely on new
money.

Yet, Diana was happy.  She was eagerly vetting possible girls before
sending them to me for a final try out.  We were hoping to go upscale with
our establishment.  Young girls, clean and fresh, no diseases, all their
teeth, that sort of place.  A place for men with a bit of extra cash in
their wallets and a desire for feeling up-class.  It turned out that the
nobility of Bratislava had been uncomfortable with the quality of the
various other whore houses and we had a goodly supply of "Young Lords"
sampling our wares.

Diana was greeting arriving clients at the door, smiling a gracious yet
seductive welcome.  She'd settle them into their preferred locales.  We had
private rooms for the shy, curtained nooks for the discrete and the open
floor for the drunk and exhibitionist.  The lords we'd charge a flat fee
for as many girls and as many times as they wanted.  And all the drink they
could guzzle.  They never fucked as many or stayed as long as their ego's
expected and we made a killing.  After the first three drinks or so we'd
start watering the wine or serving cheaper brandy, so even the heavy
drinkers never cost their entry fee.

My job this night was of particular interest.  We had been approached by
several of our best clients about the possibility of having some boys
available for use.  Our partner had the connections so he procured our
girls, and now boys.  It had peaked my amusement when I learned that the
man with the skills to acquire young fresh, usually virgin girls also had
absolutely no interest in them.  He had insisted that I was responsible for
all of their sexual training, which didn't hurt my feelings at all.  But
tonight's crop might well be different.

There were two boys waiting in my office.  Well, I say boys but one of them
would probably be working a full day in the fields or wherever he came
from.  He was maybe twelve, old enough to be considered a man.  He was slim
and lithe looking.  The other boy was a boy, maybe eight.  Very unusually
for this day in age he was chubby.  His face was round and I could see his
body looked soft, even under his clothes.  Yet at the same time there was a
thinness to the fat, as if the last while had not been replete with meals.
They both came to their feet as I entered.  The older one was particularly
graceful and seemed to be attempting to mimic a woman's grace.  For the
very first time my partner, Wilhelm, was waiting with the new arrivals.

"Well, good evening, Wilhelm.  What do you have for me today?"

Wilhelm was a smallish man with remarkably bad teeth.  That wasn't unusual
in a man of his age but Wilhelm insisted on smiling a big toothy smile that
demonstrated the offending implements to a distressing degree.  Yet he was
good at his job and that was that.  Today he had a particularly
self-satisfied air as he presented his charges.

"This is Edgar."  He waved grandly at the older boy.  "I saw him in the
market and after a few, discrete of course, assignations he's left his
apprenticeship to join our team."  Wilhelm made it sound like Edgar was in
line to be a partner.  I was a bit confused, I had thought I was hiring or
purchasing a male whore.  I put that aside for a moment and held out my
hand to Edgar.

"Hello, I'm Rupert."  Diana and I had decided new names were the better
part of wisdom as we didn't really want to meet anyone who knew our
previous names.

"Hello, Sir.  I am very pleased to meet you."  Edgar took my hand as a lady
would, from the top, with no grip, as if expecting it to be lifted to lips.
He also bobbed a distinct curtsey.  I was intrigued.  I had heard of men
who behaved as women, the church seemed to think that any man who enjoyed a
cock was half a woman already, but I had never met someone as feminine as
Edgar that had a cock and balls.

I looked over to Wilhelm.  "Is this legal?  Will we be getting irate
parents or the city watch breaking down our door looking for him?"

"Him?"  Wilhelm was openly smirking.  His father has spent the lad's whole
life making him live as a daughter, and now that it is time for the lad to
leave the house no one will take him, he's so obviously a sissy.  The
father was so happy when I approached him that he told me to take him, he
didn't even ask a price."  I looked to Edgar at that.  He didn't seem
disturbed at the revelation although the younger boy squirmed
uncomfortably.

"What do you think of that?"  I asked him baldly.

He shrugged his thin shoulders.  "Wilhelm says I can live the life of a
woman, that's all I want."

"Don't you want money?"

"I'm sure you'll give me what I need to live.  Some money to buy pretty
things is all I need.  I need to be a woman, it's the only way I can be."

"You won't be living the life of a lady-to-the-manor-born."

"Of course not, Good Sir, I am well aware of my station in life."  I wasn't
so sure of that.  I expected he was thinking of being a wife, cooking and
dresses and such.

"But, hey, whores are women too."  I concluded, he would indeed be living
the life of some women.  I turned to the other lad.  "And him?"  I asked
Wilhelm.

"This is Harry."  Wilhelm put a possessive hand on the lad's shoulder.
"Harry is from the Oberpfalz, in the Germanies.  His parents were..."
Wilhelm glanced down at the lad.  "What did your parents do, Harry?"

"My father is a merchant.  He barges bronze and tin down the river."

"And why aren't you with them?"  I asked.

Wilhelm answered for him.  "Harry ran away one night after a beating,
didn't you Harry?"

"Yes, Sir."  Harry looked up at me, "I was angry, cause it wasn't my fault,
so I left."

"And do you want to go back?  If they were here would you say "Sorry" and
go back."  My question had an unexpected result.  Harry burst into tears.

"I did, I said I was sorry that very same night.  My da said he was
finished with me and drove me off with his barge pole.  He said I was fat
and ate up all his profits."

"Ah."  I commented uncomfortably.  This is the main method by which Wilhelm
finds the girls.  He looks for wanderers, lost girls, runaways and the
castaways and befriends them, buys them a meal and brings them to me for
bedding.  I knew, of course, that this is how it happened mostly, other
than those who actively seek Wilhelm out to sell their daughters for some
coin.

"Do you understand what will happen to you if you stay here?"  Harry
shifted uncomfortably again.  He stared down at his dirty bare feet and
didn't say anything.

"If you don't want to be here you can leave."  I offered, turning to open
the door.  Harry quickly stepped forward, panicked.

"No, Sir, Don't send me out."  He pleaded.  "I'll do anything, just don't
send me away."  His voice trailed off in misery.  I was about to go on when
I heard a quiet.  "I don't want to be hungry anymore."

"Well, OK, then."  I assured him.  "If you make me happy you'll get food,
and a warm place to sleep.  If you make me angry I'll toss you so far
you'll reach the river on the second bounce."  I stepped back, just a bit
to think.  Wilhelm opened his mouth but I held up a hand to forestall
whatever he was going to say but the activity had crystalized my own mind.
I nodded firmly.  "Call Diana, if you would, Wilhelm."

The boys didn't say anything and I remained deep in thought.  It wasn't
long before Diana pushed through the door.  She was getting noticeably
pregnant, despite anything clothing could do to hide the fact.  She
wouldn't be able to greet the guests for much longer.  Men do not want to
be reminded of childbirth in a whore house.  She stopped just inside the
door and examined the two newcomers critically.

"This is Lady Astrid."  I told them.  "She is in charge of the whole house.
If you make her angry I will beat you without asking you a word.  Do not
make her angry.  Do you understand?"  Edgar was gazing at Diana like she
was some goddess, clothed in raiment of light.  Harry was again staring at
the floor."  I turned to Diana.

"And these two are our newest additions.  I took Edgar by the hand.  I held
it up as if to kiss it and he reflexively curtsied again.  Diana's eyebrow
raised just a smidge in surprise.  I continued, "this is..."  I had to
pause for a moment in quick thought.  "...Diana, goddess of beauty."  I
continued.  Diana/Astrid jerked as if poked with a hot needle.  She gave me
one flashing glare and rueful smile that promised retribution but then her
face smoothed into the professional mien used when assessing a new girl.

"She'd going to need a new dress, and maybe some pretty ribbons for her
hair, don't you think?"  Edgar/Diana had almost fainted at the thought.  I
could see his raging boner though his trousers.  Astrid did too.  "Oh, no!"
She remonstrated with Edgar/Diana.  "A lady must never reveal her level of
arousal.  We'll have to work on that."

"Out of those clothes, Girl."  I commanded harshly.  "Don't you know it's
unseemly for a woman to wear men's clothing?"  I do not believe I have ever
seen anyone get naked so fast.  Standing before us, cock pointing almost
straight up like boys cocks do, we could see that the lad had a nifty
little flagpole.  I looked at it for a moment, then I looked back to
Astrid.  "The other one's Harry.  He needs a meal and he can do any other
odd chores around the place."  Just to take a bit of the apprehension out
of the wait until it was his turn I added.  "He isn't going to be made into
a woman, get him some regular boy's clothes."  I could see the relief on
his face as Astrid led him from the room.

When we were alone I looked Edgar/Diana full on up and down.  He wasn't
tall but he had a bit of definition to his shoulders, and he had a few
sparse hairs sprouting up around his cock.  Even though I was only maybe
four or five years older than him I felt very adult looking at a boy.  I
nodded and lay down on the bed against the wall.  "Come on, then, Diana."
I commanded, show me your womanly skills.

She came over with mincing little steps, intended, I think to be seen as
demure.  All they really did was get his small cock bouncing and swaying in
a way to guarantee capturing my attention.  She knelt on the bed and
fumbled with my clothes until we were both naked.  The new Diana began
slurping and sucking at my cock, we would have to do some serious training,
I knew right away.  There was a lot of enthusiasm but very little
technique.  I was about to start on the instruction when Astrid bustled
back into the room.  She was carrying an armload of dresses and feminine
wear.  Astrid knew I would have no problem with her breaking in on me.  And
Diana needed to learn to keep her cool when shit happened.

Astrid dressed Diana in a pretty little pink and white dress with a flaring
hem and high neck.  This was a good thing in this case because she had also
brought rags to fill the bodice with.  Diana was so happy she beamed.  She
danced and twirled and laughed with the joy of feeling girly.  I could see
her cock still erect and proud, sticking out of the ruffles.  I pulled her
in close and showed her how a blow job was supposed to work.  Well, I tried
anyway.  Diana was so excited that she blew her load in seconds and I got a
good mouthful of teen cum.  That worked for me.

When she had finished cumming I laid her on her back, lifted her legs to
expose her brown puckered hole.  Astrid patted me on the arm in farewell
and slipped something into my hand.  I noticed it was a ribbon, the kind to
tie in a girl's hair.  I gave Astrid a smile and turned my attention to my
task.  I was hard and ready, and I had little patience at the moment.

I spit into my fingers and daubed it into the pucker and pushed with my
cock.  Diana drew up in expectation but she didn't clench her cheeks or
pull away.  She clearly had had some experience with this.  That was good
cause I wasn't going to be in much shape for love making.  I had a full-on
fuck nut building.  I pressed, it stretched and then I slid inside her anal
ring.  I did make myself pause for a moment and enjoyed the tight heat of
her asshole.  It had clearly been stretched before but it was still twelve
year old ass.  I began to pump, quickly speeding up until I was pounding
her mercilessly, ramming my cock in to her ass like a battering ram at the
gates.  It wasn't long at all before I splashed my load deep in her poop
chute.  I thrust several more times and only then did I realize Diana was
crying.

"What's the matter?"  I asked, "I thought you had done this before."

"No, Sir," her voice trembled, "I'm not sad, it only hurt a little.  I'm
happy, I'm going to get to do this every day, and to be a girl!"  She burst
into tears again, "I'm so happy."

"Well, hey," I thought to myself, "Some people are just made to be whores."
I pulled Diana to a sitting position and took her face in both hands.  I
kissed her forehead and said, "I have a gift for you."

"You do?"  She seemed much younger than her years.

"I do, because you were such a good whore and good girl, I got you a ribbon
for your hair."  She actually squealed with delight and clapped her hands
in joy.  I gave her the ribbon and then took her by the hands and made her
look me in the eye.  "Diana, this is very important, I need you to think
carefully before you answer.  Can you do that for me?"

She nodded carefully and seriously.  "Diana, I need you to be happy, to
love being a whore and to fuck anyone who wants to in any way they want.
Can you do that?"  She nodded quickly and enthusiastically.  "And I need
one more thing, Diana, I want you to be my girl, will you be my girl?"

She threw herself off of the bed and almost strangled me with her hug.

"All right, all right!"  I laughed and pried her off of me.  "Go on with
you, talk to Astrid, you need to clean yourself up and then you need to go
start being my very special little whore."  She nodded, bouncing in
excitement.  "Get on with you then." I slapped her bare bottom under her
skirt and she giggled as she ran off.  I sighed with relief from the power
of her childish enthusiasm.

"I told you he'd do just fine."  Wilhelm had come in sometime during our
last exchange.  "She really is made for this."

"Yeah, you were right.  I pulled out a triple thickness of coins.  "You are
my very best whore finder."  I told him in the same tone I had been using
on Diana.  "I have a gift for you, if I give you a gift do you think you
can find me some more?"  I tossed him the coins.

"Asshole."  He laughed.

Laura was awake and goggling at the scenes around us as we were carried
slowly over the stone flagged streets of New Orleans.  Two years ago the
city had belonged to the Kingdom of France but Napoleon had sold all of
Louisiana to the United States two years ago and that had been the thing
that decided me.  I had had a ken to see the New World for a very long time
and since the United States looked to be growing and prospering I had
decided now was the time.  Astrid had agreed, not reluctantly, but she had
never had the New World bug that I had.

We sold off our share of the house to Wilhelm, the business had grown quite
a bit in our years there and our buy out was quite a bit larger than our
purchase price had been.  It only added to my belief that we could make
more money legally than illegally.  Astrid officially changed her name back
to Diana, the boy Diana had grown into a woman Diana who had run off with a
customer she fell in love with after two years.  I wished them many joys.

I could see Laura getting that special sad look that had robbed her
graceful features of so much life these last months.  She nuzzled into the
corner of my neck.

"Are you thinking of your mother again?"  I asked as gently as I could.

"Yeah, I wish she was here."

"Me too, honey, me too."

And I did, with all my heart.  My sister had contracted some type of
disease on our long journey from Bratislava to Trieste where we took ship.
If had begun with a simple cough and grew.  We didn't know what it was and
the ship's surgeon had put us all in quarantine for most of the journey.
We held her and cared for her.  We were locked in the same room with her
and watched as death's pitiless shadow stretched out to claim our
sister/lover/mother.  Diana didn't make it out of the Mediterranean Sea.
Laura and I had both wept for her, and I still did hear her calling out for
her mother at random intervals.  Fate is a cruel bitch.

New Orleans was bustling and thriving, it was the gateway and guardian of
the Mississippi and that would be the artery that fed development into the
rest of the territory.  I decided to invest in shipbuilding, specifically
in the river barges that carried so much freight up and down the
Mississippi.  I also toyed with the idea of putting a steam engine on one
of the ships to drive it up river but I was rebuffed.  The Fulton Steam
Engine Company was the only source of steam engines in those days and they
had their eyes on the river traffic for themselves.

I also looked carefully into the thriving slave industry.  The city was the
primary entry point for slaves into the country.  Most of these slaves were
from the Caribbean, the African slave trade being nearly moribund by this
point.  These slaves were children and grandchildren of the original
slaves.  The prices of slaves ranged from $200.00-300.00 dollars for the
old, sick and infirm, all the way to $1800.00-2000.00 dollars for a fit
young male slave trained to some trade or skill.  A bricklayer or carpenter
slave could bring in substantial income for a master for many years, paying
handsome dividends.  In the end I decided against wholesale trade in
slaves.  This wasn't because I had moral issues, I had been a successful
pimp after all, and most of those girls didn't want to be where they were.

I rejected the slave trade because it carried the same stigmata as the sex
trade.  I was trying my best to engender respect and acceptance by society
and trading in slaves, while legal and above board always had a slight
stench to it, in the eyes of those not so employed.  I did purchase quite a
few slaves to work in my shipyard and house though, that was quite
acceptable.

That would all be several years in the future, for now I was just beginning
this process.  I was living in a hotel with my girl, one of the wives of
the servants was quite happy to care for her during the day as I went about
getting our feet under ourselves, financially speaking.  My days were spent
wandering the city, talking with merchants and businessmen, watching the
flow of ships moving up the river and dreaming.

My nights were spent mostly with my Laura.  We went out on the broad calm
river in a rowing boat and we talked about our day.  Laura was learning to
cook with the old black lady caring for her, and to weave with the loom as
well.  It seemed to me that it would only do her good to have some
knowledge to help her with her duties when she was organizing her own
household someday.  I was also teaching her to read and to do her sums.

But, at night, while Laura slept beside me I was haunted by the ghost of my
sister.  Diana would stalk my dreams, slightly mocking my pretensions to
honourable station, although she always seemed to approve of my rearing and
especially of Laura.  She would also unmercifully tempt me to arousal.
Usually it was pictures, pictures in my mind of our past.  Her flashing
smile and stunning flesh making me so hard I hurt.

Diana, licking and twisting her hands on my cock, grinning at me in
devilish torment as she hesitated to put her mouth over my straining head.

       Diana, on her knees, lying flat on her chest, exposing that
exquisite pussy for me to fill.

Diana, feeding Laura, breasts exposed and offering me the other.  I nestled
in beside my infant daughter and enjoyed the hot milk.

Today though she wasn't even looking at me.  I remembered the scene from
early in our time at the Bratislava Whore House.  Diana was enjoying the
attention of one of our girls.  The whore had a tight mass of dark black
curls that framed her face and the contrast with Diana's honey blonde was
startling.  The two were kissing passionately, hands running over each
other.

Diana had just emerged from the bath and was nude and glistening.  The
whore had dried her and the rubbing had turned to caresses in short order.
These two had been here before.  The whore was a local girl named Maria and
she was slit-licker through and through.  She was doing fine as a whore,
she could smile and do the right things and make the right noises for the
men to hump and splash their seed into her box, but it was women who got
her excited.

Diana and Maria were on their sides now, and Maria pushed Diana onto her
back and took charge of her usual boss.  Diana closed her eyes and enjoyed
the sensations.  Maria was running her lips or tip of her tongue all the
way from her ear to her cunt, and then back again.  She ran her fingers up
Diana's svelte side, causing a tickle reaction and a gurgle of laughter.
Her nipples were poking up, asking for attention and they received it.
Maria flicked them and tweaked them and flicked them with her tongue.  She
ran her tongue around them bending them in a circle.  Then she pulled the
flesh into her mouth and suckled like a baby.  She moved to the other one
and repeated the process.  I could see Diana beginning to grind her pelvis
and to squirm.  Those were her tells that she was getting truly hot.

Maria slid down Diana's torso, being sure to make her bobs slide along the
skin.  All the way down until she was face to face with that glorious
pussy.  Maria seemed to lose her deliberate slowness and dived in.  She
pulled the lips apart with two fingers of each hand and her tongue went
right up the middle.  She licked and teased the hole and the bud, working
from the cunt to the clit in a circular motion that I decided to remember
the next time I went downtown.

Diana's motions were growing fast.  Maria was turning her on even faster
than I usually could.  The motion sped up, still circular but spending more
of the time on the clit.  When Diana was bucking and her stomach was
knotting up in pleasure Maria abandoned the circles and latched onto the
clit with a viper strike.  She sucked and flicked and Diana came, hard.
Bucking and crying in bliss.  She writhed but Maria didn't let up, she kept
her latch onto the clit and continued the assault until Diana's orgasm
ebbed and they both fell into each other's arms.

I woke from my dream with a gasp.  For a moment I didn't know where I was
in the dark room. Then I understood, my erection was hard, rigid as it ever
got.  I was throbbing and I could feel the heat in the cold room.  Yet I
couldn't just wank it off, I'm not sure why.  It would have just been
wrong, a betrayal or something.  I knew that Diana would scold me for
feeling that way.  She knew very well what a man needed and she would know
I needed the release.  But I couldn't.  I lay there, hard and horny and
sobbing in my grief.

"Daddy?"  There was a slight stirring from the bed beside me.

"Honey, sleep."  I urged gently.

"I saw Mommy."  My eyebrows went up.

"Mommy, Baby?"  Trying to keep my voice as gentle and unstressed as
possible.  Laura was suffering enough from losing her Mommy, I wouldn't let
my struggles add to hers.  More rustling of clothes and a little face grew
in the dark.  She was only a few inches from me when she whispered.

"Mommy talked to me.  She said she loved me, and that she loves you."

"That's great, Baby."  I had tears spilling down my cheeks.

"She said you're hurting."  She went on.

"I'm OK, Darling, I miss her."

"No, Daddy."  The face was getting stern.  She looked so much like Diana at
that moment that my heart broke.  "Mommy said you're hurting because you're
a man and you need a woman."  I didn't even have the ability to respond at
that moment.  I gasped to hold in the sobs.  Laura continued as if nothing
had happened.  "She said you need to find what you need, she won't get
mad."  I almost collapsed at that.  Then Laura finished the destruction of
her father's heart.  She reached down her small hand and gripped my massive
cock.  "And she said that until you do find the right way to feel better I
should help you."  She smiled up at me.  "Daddy, I'm going to make you feel
good like Mommy did."

I came in her hand.

To be continued in Chapter 2: Daughter