Little Sister’s Games: The Missing Earring

M’lady has lost a precious jewel. The butler must conduct a very thorough search.

This is the fourth story about my “Little Sister’s Games“. You don’t need to read the others first, but they’re out there if you want to find them.

We only had one TV set in my childhood home and there were only three channels, so my sister and I had little choice other than to watch whatever our parents wanted to see.
One of our mother’s favourites was called “Upstairs Downstairs” about a wealthy Edwardian family and the staff of live in servants. We never missed it.

As one episode ended Mary nudged me and whispered “You can be the butler.”

It was an invitation to join her in her bedroom to play one of her games – I couldn’t wait to see what she had in mind….

It was a hot and sticky night.
The end of a heatwave.
We were both tired and irritable and had been getting on eachother’s nerves.
It would be good to do something nice to clear the air.

I changed into my light, cotton pyjamas but I was still uncomfortably sweaty when I walked past my sister’s room. The door was open.
“Hughes. Hughes. Come here I need your assistance.”
The game was on.

“Yes, m’lady.” I replied.

Mary prepared.
Her hair was tied back, her face made-up and despite the heat, she was dressed for the part, wearing one one her best dresses. Sleeveless, purple, tight enough to display her curves and cut low enough to show to reveal some cleavage without without being slutty. A faux pearl necklace made sure that the male gaze was focused on her decolletage.

“I’ve lost it Hughes. Help me look for it!”

“Erm, you have lost what my lady?” was my calm and patient response.

“My earring!
Well, one of great great grandmama’s earrings to be precise.
They’re Faberge, from a Russian prince. Absolutely priceless!”

“Well, I’m sure it won’t of gone far ma’am. Where did you last see it.”

Mary took a breath.
“I was sitting on the bed, like this and I put one on,” she turned her head to show me her bejeweled left ear, “and I was putting the other one in when I was disturbed by the peacocks screeching outside and I dropped it.”

“I assume you have checked the bed m’lady?”

“Yes, of course!
I’ve checked everywhere. I couldn’t bare it if I lost it Hughes. Please help me!”

“Well ma’am.” I thought for a moment, miming action bringing hand to my ear and being startled, “Is it possible that the jewellery may have fallen into your dress?”

“Oh, Hughes. Of course. I hadn’t thought of that!
Oh you are clever.
Take it off for me!”

“Begging your pardon, ma’am but would you prefer me to call the lady’s maid to assist you?”

“Nonsense Hughes, there isn’t time. The Ambassador is due any moment.”

“Erm…”

“Oh, stop silly shelling and just reach inside and see if you can find it.” she commanded.

“Yes m’lady.”

She sat down and I slipped my hand down the front of her dress, gliding my palm between the tight fabric and her smooth flesh. I was pleasantly surprised that there was no bra to hamper my search.

“I have found something m’lady.” I declared, wrapping my fingers around firm, round breast.

“Oh, that’s super. Pull it out.”

I took a better grip.
“I’m sorry ma’am, it seems to be stuck.”

“Then take my dress off!”

” But ma’am…”

“No Hughes! Do as I say! You’ve been in this family’s employ for many years and I’m sure this isn’t the first time you’ve seen a bit of tit!”

I did as I was told. Slowly, respectfully, reverently, standing behind her, unzipping her, pushing the fabric from her shoulders, sliding it down her arms and unsheathing her teenage body. My cock hardened as I teased myself, undressing the sex kitten before me, but not permitting my eyes to see more than her bare back and her white cotton panties.

“Is it there?” Mary’s question snapped me back into the moment.

“Erm, no ma’am.” I checked the dress, “Regrettably the item is not trapped within your garment.”

“Oh hell! Check it isn’t stuck to my skin, Hughes, I have been perspiring.”

“If you say so ma’am.”

“I do!”

Time to feast my eyes…
I explored her back first, stroking as I surveyed her flesh, then I moved to her front, starting with her tits.
They needed a very thorough examination. I took a close look around, under and between them and then checked them again – just in case.
They were bigger than last time I’d seen them, shining with sweat in the hot humid air beneath my grasping hands, their nipples stretching forward asking to be kissed.

It was hard to leave them but I had more bare female flesh to explore and moved down to her flat stomach and the little belly button, so tantalisingly close to the edge of her panties.
I took a close look. So close that Mary could feel the warmth of my breath on her clitty through the thin cotton knickers.

“Once again ma’am I regret..”

“Take my underwear off!”

“Ma’am?”

“You’re right the earring can’t have got far. It must be in my underwear. We have to find it. Take them off!”

I wasn’t going to argue.
I knelt before her, took hold of the flimsy garment concealing her pussy and lovingoy unveiled the object of my desires. I could smell it before I could see it, but it was only a moment before her disrobing reached its joyous climax and my sister’s sex was revealed for my viewing pleasure.

I made a cursory inspection of the moist, sticky knickers before announcing that I still hadn’t found the jewel and being told to, “Have to good look down there then, we have to find it!”

“As you wish m’lady.
Would you be kind enough to part your thighs a little so that I may conduct a more thorough search please ma’am.”

“If course, Hughes.”

Mary leant back into the bed, spreading her thighs as far as she possibly could. Despite her full bush (it was the 1970’s – we didn’t shave them!) she was putting everything on show. Her most private, her most sacred places were all laid out for my intimate inspection.

The sight and scent were overwhelming I almost came on the spot at the lewd display.
I was so lucky to be in bed with such a raunchy teenage sexpot shamelessly offering me her body.
I was ready to plunge my cock deep into her wet and willing cunt and give her the fucking she deserved.
It was such a shame that she was my own little sister – the one girl in the world that I could never shag.

“Well can you see my jewel?” she asked

I sniggered, “Not yet ma’am. Please give me moment.”

I made sure to take many moments, unhurriedly pushing through the pubes, sliding around her the lips, caressing the folds and pushing back the hood to tease the clit.

“It couldn’t be inside could it?”

I thought she’d never ask…
I parted the moist lips with a probing finger and slipped it inside.
Two more fingers joined it, sliding up and down, searching the cavity in exquisite detail.
They didn’t find m’lady’s jewel, but they did discover her g-spot – stimulating it rhythmically while my thumb worked its own magic on her clit.

Mary moaned her squirmed her approval. “Oh Hughes, what are you doing to me?”

“Oh Hughes, don’t stop. No, no, no, don’t stop.. that’s marvellous.”

“Oh, oh, oooooh.”

I felt her tunnel tighten as she hit her peak, cumming onto my fingers.

M’lady took a little while to regain her composure.
“I presume you still haven’t located my earring then Hughes.”

“No ma’am, I’m afraid that is a correct analysis of the situation ma’am.”

“Well where else could it be Hughes? Do you have any ideas?”

Cough. “Well ma’am, is it possible that the item might have slipped, erm, behind you ma’am?”

“What? Oh bloody hell, of course, we haven’t searched there have we?”

She turned onto her belly and pushed her arse up into the air. “Go on, have a look.”

Mary really wasn’t holding back tonight, although I was genuinely struggling to hold back the effect this wanton behaviour was having on my loins!
How far was she prepared to go?

I had a tremendous view of her beautiful bottom and circled my palms over the generous expanse of her buttocks allowing my fingers to slip into her cleft before starting to nudge their way towards her darkest hole.

“Oh! Hughes!”
She jumped up.
“Look. I’ve found it! It was under the pillow all the time!”
She clipped the earring into place.
“Thank you for your help.”
She quickly pulled on her knickers and picked up her dress.
“You can go now,” she told me, “I’m sure you have better things to do than help clumsy ladies look for their jewellery.”
“Now, go about your duties. I have to meet the ambassador.”

And with that I was dismissed.
Returning to my bedroom with a raging hardon.
I hadn’t even got a hand job.
This wasn’t how our games usually finished.
What was Mary playing at?
Was she trying to get even for something?

Bitch!

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I lay on my bed with my back against the wall. I was hot and sweaty, not only because of the oppressive humidity but also as a result of all the rude and horny things Mary had let me do to her – even if she hadn’t got me off….

I pulled off my pyjama top and was about to shuck off the bottoms to deal with my erection when there was a timid knock on my bedroom door.

“I’m sorry to disturb you Mr Hughes may I come in?” asked a female voice.

I got back into character, “Yes we can’t have you hanging about outside my door, can we?”

She came in, “Thank you Sir. I do hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No not at all, but what are you doing here?”

I really meant “who are you?”. Obviously it was Mary but she wasn’t playing the haughty Mistress of the house any longer.
She was barefoot, standing nervously. Wringing her hands and looking at the floor. Her hair was down and the make up and jewellery had gone. The attractive dress had gone too, being replaced by a simple white cotton nightress. It looked old, barely reaching her knees and straining to contain her chest, as though it was the only one she owned and she had had it for years.

Whoever Mary was, she looked young and vulnerable – an innocent girl, frightened to be alone with the butler in his private bedroom. QA

“Please forgive the intrusion, sir.” she offered, “I’m Bethany, I’ve only been here for a couple of months. I’m only a scullery maid, sir, so you may not have noticed me.”

“If you’ve been here that long then you know better than to be in the men’s corridor at this time of night, don’t you? What are you doing here? What is so important that it can’t wait until morning?”

“Oh I do apologise sir but the Mistress sent me.
She said that you had been of great service to her this evening, but she had to rush away before she could properly thank you.
Er, what was it she said?
Oh yes, she said she thought she may have appeared impolite and wanted me to … er express her gratitude.” Mary recited.

“Really? And why would she send a young scullery maid to my private bedroom in the middle of the night “to express her thanks”?”

“I can’t be sure, sir, but I think she thought you might be disappointed or, er… frustrated and thought I might be able to…. er… do something to cheer you up.”
“Err,” her voice dropped to a whisper, “sometimes I visit the Young Masters to cheer them up, when their young lady friends have let them down. You know…”

“What? Surely you and Masters Henry and Harry don’t…”

“Oh no Sir!
Whatever must you think of me, I’m not that kind of girl.
I just cheer them up… with my mouth… if you know what I mean Sir?”

“Well the young Masters affairs are none of my business, but I’m not sure I believe you. You look far to young for that sort of thing.”

“Oh but Sir, I’m all grown up.
Look.”
Mary crossed her arms and pulled the little girl’s nightress over her head, revealing her very naked and very grown up form.
“See? I’ve got everything a man could want. Haven’t I?”
She posed, showing me just how “all grown up” she was.

“You certainly have, Bethany, and the Misress has sent you here “to express her thanks”?”

“Yes Sir and the Mistress must always be obeyed, mustn’t she?”

“Of course, Bethany, we must always obey her instructions with enthusiasm and perform them to the very best of our abilities.”

“Yes Sir. May I climb up onto your bed now please?”

I didn’t think it was possible to for my cock to get any harder, but that’s exactly what it did as my naked little sister dropped to her knees and crawled, catlike, up onto my bed, positioning herself between my ankles and looking up at me through her eyelashes.

“May I Sir?” she asked, taking hold of my trousers.

My mouth was dry so I could only nod my approval.

She peeled them off and threw them to the floor, giggling, “Oooh, Mr Hughes. That’s much bigger than the young Masters’!”

“Of course, Bethany, I’m a full grown man, not a teenage boy. Do you think you’ll be able to handle it?”

“Mmmm. Yes please Sir, I can’t wait to try. It looks yummy.” The little minx licked her lips suggestively.

My cock twitched in anticipation but Mary had other ideas – sliding up to my chest, kissing my nipple.

It was a new sensation – ticklish but arousing, she soon slid down my torso, pausing at my navel. She was tormenting me in the same way that I had teased “m’lady” earlier….

It seemed like an age until her mouth reached my crotch, licking my balls then slavering her way up my shaft from base to tip: once… twice… thrice, driving me towards my peak.

Finally she engulfed the head, consuming me fully in long then short strokes until I could take no more.

Bethany was a good girl and took all that I had to give her. And there was a lot of it after all the provocation she and her mistress had given me.
She swallowed all she could and gleefully licked the overspill from her lips and her breast.

“Was that okay, Mr Hughes?
Did I cheer you up, like the Mistress instructed?”

“That was most satisfactory thank you Bethany. I shall inform the Mistress that you served her well.”

“Why thank you sir.
Should I leave now?”

I wasn’t ready for my sexy sister to go yet.
“Erm tell me, what do the young masters do once you have pleased them?”

“Well,” she whispered, “Master Henry just tells that he’s done with me, so l can return to my quarters and I must close the door probably behind me.”
“Young Master Harry is nicer and usually gives me little kiss on the nose before sending me on my way with a pat on the bum.
He gives me a few pennies too. I’m saving them up for a nice new hat.”

She grinned and bit her lower lip. “You don’t have to give anything though, Mr Hughes, not unless you want to.”

“I do have something for you, Bethany. It’s not the sort of thing you’d get from a teenage boy, but I’m sure you’ll like it.”

I slid down over her and put my head between her legs.

“Oooh sir, what are you doing.”

I went to work on her clit.

“Oh my, that’s lovely.
Nobody has ever done that to me before.
Ooh..!

FLASH!

The bedroom was illuminated by a flesh of light followed by a distant rumbling and splish splash of a cloudburst.
The customary end to a British heatwave!

“Mu-um.” Mary shouted to her mother, “is it okay if stay in Stephen’s room tonight? You know I’m afraid of thunder and lightning?”

“Ok, if he says it’s alright!” was the shouted reply.

“It’s fine, mum. I know how to take care of her!”

We giggled and I went back to work.

The butler’s tongue was well on the way to licking the scullery maid to orgasm when she took his cock back into her mouth to return the favour. They licked and sucked and teased eachother to ecstasy as the storm raged all around.

It was a new position for both of us – “Upstairs Downstairs” got a whole new meaning…

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