, her dress
readjusted, and then Frank, with a few passes, brought her back to
consciousness, after which they all soon retired to rest.
The following day at lunch time Mr. Etheridge returned home; but Mrs.
Etheridge did not appear, having a severe headache, doubtless (although
she knew it not) the result of the operations of her children on her
body the previous evening.
It was a lovely afternoon, and Mr. Etheridge proposed a walk, to which
his children readily assented.
After strolling about for upwards of an hour they directed their steps
to the summer house, of which mention has been before made.
Both Frank and Ethel had been more than usually affectionate in their
manner to their father this particular afternoon, and the latter had
more than once brushed accidentally with the back of her head against
the front of her father's trousers, and on the last occasion distinctly
felt his prick, which was evidently in a slightly turgid state, and his
trousers also slightly projected in the most interesting place.
Ethel's breath shortened and her voice was slightly thick and husky
with a strange tremulousness in its tone, as she felt a curious and
unnatural sensation stealing over her that she could not define even in
her own thoughts.
Frank also seemed strangely excited, and occasionally pressed his
sister's bubbies behind his parent's back. He also took every
opportunity of pressing against his father.
When they sat down to rest Ethel noticed that her father appeared
drowsy, and he lay down on the couch. Presently his eyes closed, and he
seemed in a deep sleep. On looking towards her brother she saw he was
making the mesmeric passes with his hands.
In a few moments he rose, and approaching his sister, said, "My
darling, Papa is now entirely unconscious of what he does, and entirely
under my control; we will secure the door, and then you shall suck the
author of your being till his noble prick spends in your mouth."
He appeared almost mad, and Ethel remained for the moment almost
spellbound--her feelings were too much for her.
"Now, Ethel," continued her brother, "you can do what you wish, do not
lose time!"
Aroused by his words, she approached her father and knelt down by the
side of the couch. He was lying on his back, with his thighs slightly
separated. Taking hold of his legs she gently extended them still
further, and his prick could be seen reposing on his left thigh.
Ethel tremblingly unfas
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