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The Teasing Taylors – Prologue
The Taylor twins had never been so excited in their lives. Admittedly they had been fairly short lives so far, but now that they had reached their 16th birthdays, they were in for a treat that both had been awaiting eagerly for almost the past 12 months.
They were bubbling with pent-up excitement as they climbed aboard the express from Paddington due for Taunton, in England’s West Country, where they would be picked up by their aunt, the lovely former model, Coco Allcourt, 40.
The twins were identical – and both dark-haired, with severe, almost lesbian haircuts. But there was nothing of the dyke about Anna or Emma. Both were lusty young ladies – virgins, certainly, but lusty.
Since they were identical, they used a color system to distinguish them for others. Anna, who was the elder by about 10 minutes, always wore black, when they were not in school clothes. Her sister, red. That applied, especially, to their lingerie.
And their mother, Jane Allcourt, a now-retired actress and two years her sister Coco’s senior, saw that her beloved twins always wore sexy and expensive lingerie.
The twins chattered away in their first-class compartment, but the presence of a stern-looking, ascetic man in a dog-collar, prevented them from discussing what they really wanted to talk about.
They had, truth be told, discussed it for hours before in the privacy of their bedrooms in Sloane Square. How, on reaching the ripe old ages of 16, both would be permitted to play “mistress-slave” games with their talll, dark, handsome Uncle Rick.
Rick – his real name was Richard - at 35, was five years younger than his busty blonde wife, but he was the man who had brought the money to the marriage, which was now in its fifth year. A former computer programmer, he had stumbled across an invention in the arcane dot com world that had made him a millionaire many, many times over.
It had helped him purchase the remote mansion, some 20 miles from Taunton, and provide his wife with two maids, a chauffeuse and a cook. They were all female, and all four took their turns along with Coco to punish him during protracted, erotic sex games. All were paid ample enough salaries to prevent them revealing anything about the Allcourts’ bizarre sex life.
Now, the twins were 16 – the age of legal consent for things sexual in England and Wales – they were to be introduced into that bizarre life. They had stumbled across it on a visit just after their 15th birthdays, and their aunt had sat them down and explained the facts of life as it pertained to the occupants of Paine Hall. Then she gave them the promise that had kept their atingle with anticipation for the previous 12 months, almost.
The train sped through the leafy, sun-dappled countryside of Berkshire, then Wiltshire, before cutting into Somerset, then coming to a stop at the old market town of Taunton.
The girls picked up their small bags – just lingerie and bikinis would be all they would need, their Aunt Coco had told them – resisted the temptation to poke their tongues out at the vicar, and made their way off the platform and outside into the warm August sunshine.
There they found their Aunt Coco waiting for them, dressed in an unseasonably hot outfit, of black leather jeans and black leather bomber jacket. The jacket could not hide the magnificence of their DD breasts, which the girls were told by one of the maids were in the 40-inch region.
“Hi my darlings,” cried Aunt Coco, as they approached. “You remember Vanessa.”
The twins did. Vanessa was 40, tall, statuesque and black, with her straightened hair pulled back in a severe ponytail. She was wearing a grey chauffeur’s outfit, black boots and black gloves. She smiled warmly. But her looks were deceiving – Vanessa was employed for her exquisite cruelty.
The twins clambered into the back seat of the large Rolls-Royce, and their aunt settled in the jump seat and looked at them.
“Well,” she said, a big beam on her pretty face, suntanned from hours by the pool at Paine Hall, “excited?”
Anna spoke first. “We’ve been waiting for this moment for almost a year, aunty,” she said. “And we’re wetting ourselves at the thought of the games we’re going to play with Uncle Rick,” added her twin sister.
“Well I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait for a few more hours, my darlings,” said Coco. “Rick’s not due home till gone midnight, he’s at some boring business conference.”
The girls’ faces fell. “But until you start playing with him tomorrow morning,” she added, “I’m going to tell you what games you can play with him, what the rules are and show you the games room down in the basement.
The girls’ faces brightened.
Vanessa drove the Rolls through narrow country lanes until they reached the gates to the large estate. They swung open and then the car drove down a long driveway to Paine Hall itself.
“Come on in and meet the rest of the team,” said Coco, “two of them are new and cook’s dying to say hello again.”
Inside the magnificently panelled old country home, two girls dressed in black maid’s uniforms were waiting to be introduced.
The first to greet the Taylors was a blonde, with shortish-cut hair, named Charlie. The second, a black girl with flowing, black hair which came almost to the upper crest of her buttocks, was Katie.
“These lovely young things will take part with us from time to time in the games with Rick,” explained Coco. “They both 28 years-old and both have worked in, er, how can I put it?”
“Houses of correction, ma’am?” suggested the blonde and all the women laughed aloud.
“Correct,” said Coco, unable to suppress a big grin. “Houses of correction – very much like Paine Hall, eh girls?” she added, beaming at the twins. More laughter.
“Now come and meet cook,” said Coco, leading the way through several dark-panelled corridors to the large kitchen.
The twins followed their aunt, her body sheathed in its gleaming leather, and in the kitchen they were introduced to the woman they remembered from their last visit – the fateful visit when they were promised this wonderful gift from their aunt.
“Mrs Manners has been so looking forward to your return, girls,” said Coco, before introducing them to the tall, busty cook.
Mrs Manners looked fondly on the twins. “My, my,” she said, approvingly, “you two have grown up and no mistake. But that will all be for the better when you get to help us keep your Uncle Rick in line, eh?”
The twins both hugged the cook, a native of deepest Somerset, who spoke with a West Country burr and looked like everyone’s favorite aunt. But, according to their actual aunt, appearances could be deceptive.
“Mrs Manners can wield a lash and submit a slave to a humiliating facesitting,” she had told them in one talk leading up to their 16th birthday present. “Rick quavers in front of her, mark my words!”
‘Now you gals run along, I’ve got dinner to prepare,” she said, playfully spanking Anna on her rump. Anna wondered how much more strict she would be with a naked Uncle Rick stretched over her lap!
“Righto, you two,” said Aunt Coco. “Now let me show you to your room – I knew you’d like to share – and then while I enjoy a nice sherry before dinner, I will explain some of the games you can play with your naughty old uncle!”
The girls unpacked in a flash. They couldn’t wait to get back downstairs for that chat with their aunty!
To be continued.
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