My Secret Life

“You beast”, said Jenny. “I beg your pardon”, said the sister, “I'm always windy when I have eaten hash, and drank beer, — I could not help it.” “It's dirty”, growled Jenny. “You're far enough off, and it's better out than in”, — and ceasing to chuckle, and as if half ashamed of herself she went on corn-cutting without speaking, but that did not suit Jenny who soon began a conversation, and shuffling about. She made no further allusion to the fart.

When she had finished it only seemed as if I had been looking at her there for a few seconds, but on that side of the bed she must have given me ten minutes of that lascivious gratification. I was so engrossed, so delighted that even the fart did not amuse me; it annoyed me; for it made her alter her position, and withdraw from my lustful gaze, that charm which perhaps no one but her husband had ever gazed upon so long and so earnestly.

Then she went back again to the other side of the bed, put on stockings and slippers, and getting up, “Where is the pot” said she, “is it this side or the other?” and began feeling under the valance within a few inches of me, but it was not there. Evidently it was usually there, indeed I know it was, but Jenny and I both pissed before we began to think of fucking, and I had put the pot under the washing stand.

“Not there”, shrieked Jenny rushing to the pot. The sister turned round and saw it, I peeped just in time to see her thighs open as she squatted, then came a heavy thump or, the bed. The sister said, “What's the matter ? — don't give way, — don't be a fool now.” Then without pissing she got up, and came to the bed-side. Poor Jenny excited beyond bearing by anxiety, had fainted on seeing her sister on the point of discovering me in searching for the pot.

She shook Jenny, threw water on her face, and Jenny soon recovered. “What on earth's the matter? —you give way, you do, — a woman need not faint like that, I'm sure”, said she angrily, “you scared me dreadful.” Jenny said nothing, but repeated that she wanted her tea, that thundery weather always made her feel sick and faint.

“Well we will go down at once, — I did not think you were ill.” “You might have seen I was.” “I did not, but I'll be ready in a minute.” Again she squatted on the pot, thighs wide open, belly towards me, pissed like a water-spout, and let one or two little farts of which no notice was taken, whilst I with cock stiff was looking on, and again frigging myself. I could not help it, for every turn, every movement she made was such as if done expressly to show off her naked charms, and drive me randy-mad.

“Give me my night-gown Jenny, it's at the foot of the bed, and I'll only put my dress over it, — it's so hot.” Jenny turned to take the night-gown from the bed. “I'll just wash a bit”, said her sister, “I'm almost in a lather with heat and sweat.” Pouring out water in the basin she placed it on the floor, and turning towards the bed squatted, and sluiced her cunt, then rubbed it dry with the towel. “That has made me comfortable”, she remarked, and began putting on her frock.

As she did so she remarked, “You have not emptied the pot to-day, — you should, it smells this hot weather.” “Yes I did”, said Jenny innocently. “Well then you've peed a lot.” “I've done it once or twice since morning”, said Jenny hastily.

Then the sister went out first. When half-way down-stairs I emerged from my hiding place and listened, heard Jenny say, “I may as well empty the slops, you go and see if the water boils.” Up came Jenny. “Oh ! I'm ready to die, — hish !—be quiet.” She emptied the pot and waters into a slop-pail, and went downstairs quickly whilst I followed her silently. I was covered with flue, and had managed to crush my hat; my trowsers were partly unbuttoned, and one leg covered with spunk. We got to the ground-floor almost together, and there I stopped. So soon as I heard she was in the kitchen I moved along the passage, and slipped out, leaving the street-door ajar. Luckily a cab was close by, and I jumped into it. The first thing I did was to button up properly. I bolted past my servant as she opened the door to me, took another hat, wrapped the old one up in paper, and the same night tore out the lining, and threw both away in a bye-road.

I was in an indescribable state of excitement after this delicious afternoon, and was seized with an almost delirious letch for the woman. I was sleepless for a night or two, scheming how to possess her.

Early on the Monday I got to Jenny's, and spent the rest of the day fucking, and talking of the sight I had seen. My imagination helped to allay my excitement, for the form of her sister though more beautiful than Jenny's had still a family likeness to her, and as I clasped Jenny in my arms I pictured her as her sister, and enjoyed her as such.