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Author’s Foreword: This is a consolidation of A Victorian Sex Fantasy Pt 01 through A Victorian Sex Fantasy Pt 16. When I originally broke the story up I didn’t realize how short each section would end up being. It incorporates all updates to the text. The only change to what is posted individually is the removal of the redundant author forewords and and ‘to be continued’ end notes. This contains the story from the beginning through to just before the family goes to London in Pt 17.
This story is in the form of a memoir written later in life by a man looking back on his sexual adventures. As such he has the advantage of being able to use knowledge acquired over time to describe things that at the time he probably didn’t have words for.
Warning, this story is filled with explicit incestuous activity between initially reluctant but then willing participants, all over 18 years of age. If fictional incest offends you, please don’t read this story. It is my intention to try and make this story romantic, I like romance in my sexual stories, where people care about each other rather than people who just use others to get off. I have set this story in a historical setting rather than the present for a couple of reasons: 1) I like historical novels; 2) It makes it more believable that people in their late teens and early twenties would be sexually innocent and that even older women who have been married and had children could be unaware of the rich variety that sex has to offer willing participants.
This story is a fantasy involving two subjects that should never exist in real life. No person should ever be forced into sexual activity with anyone else. Incest is also not acceptable in real life.
That said, both topics are a favorite in erotic stories. I decided I would try and write one where the hero of my story, truly was a hero, where he and his relatives are not responsible for being forced into sexual activity but then find that they wish to continue because they love each other more than they should.
My Secret Sex Life
by
A Victorian Gentleman
Chapter One — How I Came to be:
My sex life began a couple of months after my eighteenth birthday. It happened completely out the blue with no effort on my part and was not voluntary on my part or of the other participants. However, that quickly changed. I will soon get to the salacious details, but first the scene needs to be set.
I was born in London in the late Victorian era, although my family soon moved to the country. That is my mother and my three older sisters and I moved to the country, my father stayed in London. He was a Member of Parliament for a, as they say, ‘rotten borough’, so he never really had to campaign for his seat and could spend all his time in London enjoying the life of a wealthy influential person. By this time the old system that had created the original ‘rotten boroughs’ had been done away with by Parliamentary reforms but there were still lot of boroughs where landowners controlled the vote by virtue of owning almost all the housing and jobs and since secret balloting was not yet the law of the land, voting against the landowner’s wishes could put a family out on the street with no means of support.
His father, my grandfather, had made a fortune investing in the then new invention of railroads, those investments continued to fund my father’s life style without any real effort on his part. My grandfather was still alive then and at the time my tale starts, managing the investments, branching out into new industries as they came along, increasing the size of the fortune. Not all of his investments were successful, but he was a canny man and most of them were, some spectacularly.
My mother’s family were of the minor gentry, with family connections that extended to many of the most important families of the nation. Her branch of the family had fallen on hard times and were living in gentile but reduced circumstances. My father, who was just beginning his political career, wanted to make connections to the greater social scene to help secure his power and influence. I’m not sure how he became aware of my mother’s family’s circumstances but he did and knew that her family connections would help secure his position. The family had several daughters, for some reason he settled on my mother Rebecca as the one he wanted. He, as the expression went, married her out of the schoolroom, she was only just turned 16 at the time. It wasn’t a love match, my mother married him to make her family secure, he (or rather his father) made a very generous financial endowment to the family that would allow them to live a better life and have generous dowries for her two sisters, so that they could hopefully marry well, which they soon apparently did.
At first things Bakırköy Escort went well, my mother enjoyed the social whirl of the capital and hosted parties for my father that combined his political colleagues and her family connections. Her first child came along before the first year was out. My father was disappointed that it was ‘only’ a daughter, my sister Abigail, called Gail within the family, she didn’t care for her full name. Before another year went by a second child was born, another disappointment for my father, another girl, Bethany (Beth). A year later, a third disappointment for my father, another daughter, Catherine (Cathy). A year later, finally, he got his son, me, Daniel. At that point, having produced his heir, he apparently lost interest in his family and a year later, the four of us moved to the country.
We lived in a small Georgian style manor set in a small park near a quiet village on a branch line of one of the railroads that feed the network serving the capital. When I say small, I’m just talking in relation to the typical huge family estates that many of the gentry had, the manor had multiple floors with wings on either side of the central section, which was much older than the wings. We typically only used one of the wings and the center section, with the other wing usually closed up unless there were a lot of guests, not something that happened much while I was growing up, although my mother’s sisters and their daughters did come to visit fairly regularly. We were a little unusual for our social and financial circumstances in that we didn’t have any live-in servants, so it was just the five of us at night. Staff came in from the village during the day to look after the house and the grounds; kitchen staff, maids, grounds keepers and so forth. Everyone went home at five except the kitchen staff who went home as soon as dinner was placed on the buffet in the dining room, for us to serve ourselves from, usually about six. Living in the country and living a country life style, we kept country hours and ate our evening meal very early by society standards.
I mentioned that my father’s father invested in new industries, some of those eventually benefited our manor, making it a much more convenient place to live. He invested in some of the new plumbing companies that were beginning to install indoor privies connected to the new sewers that were being constructed and rooms for bathing fitted with pipes carrying water so it didn’t have to be carried up from pumps in the kitchen. He sent one of his companies to update our manor. We had to temporarily move into the guest wing while our wing was modified and when that was done and we moved back, the guest wing was done. Not having to use bedpans or go out to an outdoor privy was so much more convenient! And not having to have water carried up to fill baths and having hot water available just by turning a tap was wonderful.
As we got older, tutors also came in to help our mother educate us. We learned Latin and French, history, literature, mathematics, natural history, and social skills appropriate to our class. We were intelligent children, we soaked it all up like sponges, it helped that our mother related as many of our lessons to practical things as she could. She would bring in people like engineers, who would explain how mathematics made the things they built possible, farmers who explained how natural history helped them produce the best and most reliable crops and herds. A family from France settled for a time near by and mother invited them to visit so we could practice our French. We didn’t get just classroom schooling, we went for long walks in the countryside where we would collect samples to bring back and try to identify in natural history books in our library. Although we didn’t have our own stables, mother boarded horses at the closest farm that were brought over anytime we wanted to go for rides, all of us became excellent riders.
It was a wonderful life. While there were occasional disagreements between us children, most of the time we got along very well and we all adored our mother. When we were younger, my older sisters looked out for me, as I got older, bigger and stronger, I began looking out for them. Our mother instilled in us good manners, she taught me to open doors for them, to help them slide their chairs in at the dinner table, to hold branches out of their way when we would walk in the wilder parts of our park and the surrounding countryside, to help them on and off their horses. By the time I was eighteen when this story really starts, I was a fit six feet tall and broad shouldered. My sisters were all about a head shorter than I, mother slightly shorter than they. We were all fit, from our frequent long walks and horse back rides. I also helped out frequently on the estate farms when extra hands were needed, as I found I enjoyed Başakşehir Escort the physical activity. I became strong enough to take my mother and sisters by their waists and swing them up into their saddles without their using a mounting block.
We seldom saw our father. Mother dutifully sent him letters once a month with news of our educational progress. Once a year, when Parliament wasn’t sitting, we would take the train up to London for a week so our father could see us. It was an awkward time, he wasn’t comfortable with us and we weren’t with him. I didn’t like the way he looked at and treated my sisters, like they weren’t important. Looking back now, I can also see that mother made sure he was never alone with my sisters.
We were all blonde and blue eyed. Our hair varied a little in hue but not a lot, mine was the lightest, possibly because it got exposed to the sun outside more than the women’s did. As a gentleman, I usually wore a hat but when I worked on the estate farms I dressed in rough clothes and went without a hat as it tended to get in the way. I’ve already mentioned that my mother and sister’s were fit and trim, looking back here is a little more detail. Our mother had a more generous figure, her bust was more evident than those of my sisters, That said there were many women in the neighborhood with larger busts than my mother’s. All four had narrow waists and broad hips. When I would take their waists in my hands to put them on their horses, I could feel that our mother had a bit more flesh on her hips than my sisters did but she was by no means fat.
We were a bit of a scandal in the neighborhood as the four women of our family rode astride their horses rather than side saddle. When I was ten, Beth’s horse was spooked by something and she lost her seat on her sidesaddle and fell. Fortunately, she was only slightly bruised as she fell somewhere the ground was soft and covered by a lot of leaves, but Mamma decided that sidesaddle wasn’t safe, so she called in a seamstress and in consultation they came up with riding outfits that had divided skirts. They were full Victorian skirts, just standing or even walking, you couldn’t really tell that they were divided. The split only really became apparent when they got into the saddle and even then they contained enough material to look completely modest.
Looking back today, it is hard to believe how sexually unawakened we all were. None of us were ignorant of sex, even in those days, you couldn’t live in the country without becoming aware of the basics of how procreation happened. Our mother was more knowledgeable of course, she was married and had had four children, but the four of us were clueless in terms of what kind of experience sex could be. Although I loved them dearly, I don’t ever remember lusting after my mother or my sisters prior to the events that start this story.
A word on clothing of the period. People today who didn’t live through that time find it hard to imagine how covered up everyone was, women especially. They pretty much went around covered from neck to toes and to the wrists, all the time. High society evening dress showed a bit of neck and bosom but we were living a quiet country life, so my mother and sisters went about pretty much completely covered. As I was to learn, women wore linen drawers and chemises, corsets over those (whether needed or not), petticoats (at least one, more in cold weather), a floor length skirt, and an upper garment that covered them from neck to the waist and the wrists, whether it was part of a dress or a separate top.
Chapter Two: Then Everything Changed
It was early summer of the year I turned 18. We’d celebrated our birthdays a couple of months earlier, we were all born about a year apart with our birthdays in March and April. The weather was very nice, warm enough that we didn’t have to have fires going in the house for heat but not hot enough yet to be uncomfortable. We were just finishing our dinner when there was a knock on the front door. Our mother wondered who it could be, we weren’t expecting anyone that evening.
‘Go see who it is dear.’ she said to me.
‘Yes Mamma’.
I got up from my chair and went out of the dining room and down the hall to the front door. I opened the front door and before I could say anything a pistol was shoved in my face. Immediately afraid for my mother and sisters, I tried to shove the door closed but a couple of large figures shouldered their way in keeping the pistol in my face. I waited a moment for it to go off and kill me, but that didn’t happen, they just shoved me further back to make more room inside and a few more people entered, the last one in shutting the door. They were all masked and a quick count made it seven people. At that moment, all I could think of was to protect my mother and sisters. I’d had a little training Bebek Escort with a local farmer, who had made extra money for a time at the county fair, taking on all comers in fisticuffs and wrestling. When the intruder holding the gun on me seemed distracted for a moment by exclamations behind me that I recognized as coming from my mother and sisters, I swung from the floor and connected with his chin, stunning him. I tried to grab the pistol from his loosened hand grip but then the closest thug next to him punched me hard just under the ribs and all the breath whooshed out of me and for a moment my breath and everything else was paralyzed. And then a second punch hit me solidly on the side of my head and I was out like a snuffed candle.
Chapter Three — In My Mother’s Bedroom — Naked!
When I came to, I was staring down at my lower body. I was very confused. I seemed to be sitting in one of our dining room chairs, naked, something I had never done in my life. My first thought was ‘Mamma is going to be really upset if she catches me sitting on the furniture naked’ but then the moments before I got knocked out came back to me and I looked wildly around. It was confusing, although I was sitting in one of our dining room chairs, I wasn’t in our dining room. Although I’d never been in it before, from glimpses I’d had through the door when it was open, it looked like my mother’s bedroom. And I guessed my mother and sisters were here too, also sitting in what seemed to be our dining room chairs. I say guessed because they had cloth hoods over their heads so I couldn’t see their faces but their clothes were what they had been wearing when we had dinner. When I tried to move to get up to help them, I found I was restrained in my chair with broad leather straps at my wrists and ankles to the arms and legs of the chair and looking over at my mother and sisters it appeared they were also although because of the skirts, I couldn’t tell if their legs were restrained like mine were but I could see the straps on their arms.
“Mamma?”, what appeared to be my mothers covered head jerked around to look my way and her voice said “Daniel, thank god. Are you alright?”
“I’m a little sore but otherwise alright. How are you and the girls?”
Now there was a babble coming from all four of them, the gist of which appeared to be that they were unhurt. Then I took control. “Quiet please! One at a time. Mamma, what happened after they came in, I was unconscious. Have they harmed any of you in any way?”
“We saw you get punched and go down, then they rushed us and put these hoods over our heads and then they brought us upstairs and soon strapped us to these chairs that I heard someone say to bring upstairs with us. They feel like our dining room chairs. Can you see where we are?”
“They didn’t put a hood on me, maybe because I wasn’t awake. We seem to be in your bedroom. Did they say anything about what they want?”
My mother said “No, not yet. There seems to be a woman in charge but I don’t recognize her voice or any of the other voices. She seems to be at least educated, she has a society accent, the men I heard seem to be more the servant type. Are sure you’re alright?”
“For now I’m fine, but umm.., you should know that they’ve stripped me and tied me naked into the chair.”
“Naked! Oh my god, what’s going on? Are they going to rape us?”
I should take a moment here and describe the situation I found myself in. As mentioned, we appeared to be in my mother’s bedroom strapped into chairs by our writs and ankles. My mother and sisters appeared to be restrained by the same types of straps as I was, broad supple leather straps with multiple buckles each, which when I though about it seemed strange. They seemed to be designed to restrain without causing damage to the limbs they were being used on. That gave me a small measure of hope that our invaders didn’t plan on doing us serious harm. Our chairs were arranged in a half circle centered on the foot of the bed, which when I looked at now seemed to be outfitted with leather straps also attached to the four posts of the bed, long ones at the head and short ones at the foot. They gave me an ominous feeling.
The room was also very brightly lite. It appeared that candelabra had been brought in from other rooms and placed throughout to make it almost as bright as day.
Before I could come up with anything to tell my mother and siblings, the door opened and three figures entered. They appeared to be the three women that had come in behind the four men when the house was invaded. I starred at them trying to fix their images in my mind in case we could later identify them. They had shed the outdoor layer of their outfits and now were wearing plain but definitely good quality everyday style dresses, which at this time, meant that they were pretty much covered from head to toe and finger tip. The color was dark but not black, so maybe half-mourning? Something about them reminded me of my mother and my sisters, so maybe mother and daughters? Their masks covered any feature that might have given any clue as to their identities.
The one who seemed older and in charged looked at me and saw that I was awake. “Good, you’re back with us. Its time to get started.”