For another artist

1816, France

With the final defeat of Napoleon at Waterloo, France had returned to a strange peace and had ushered in a new King. That man was Louis XVIII. Sadly, the country was forced to endure what would be known as the “White Terror” as the Royalists crushed any thought of rebellion and the fledgling republic. It was during this tumultuous time we find the young Amie. Her father was one of the many casualties of the nation gathering itself together again after the self-proclaimed emperor fled. Amie had never been close with her father’s younger sister and had never met her husband Louis but as her mother died soon after Amie’s birth, she had nowhere else to go…

Amie sat in the front parlor. The morning sun cast rays of white light through the window pane, but it was already clear a storm was coming. Arrayed in her ivory morning dress, the young woman’s coif was bound back by a scarlet ribbon. The dark waves threatened their escape and even now a roguish curl had freed itself. Her slippered feet swung over the pine floorboards to and fro followed by her deep, blue eyes. Amie was settled comfortably in the wicker chair and paid little attention to the comings and goings of the household, her mind captured in thought. After a few moments she let out an audible sigh.

“Why the sigh?” came the jovial voice of Louis. Amie looked up with a start. Her aunt’s husband was very handsome, she had to admit. He was well-to-do also. His linen pantaloons marked him a class better than the common man in their worker’s trousers. At home, his coat left on its hook, and his white cravat hanging loose at his throat, he was scandalously attractive. His pitch colored hair in soft waves reached his collar and his eyes were a warm brown. Amie had to admit to herself she was attracted but she could not to another soul. “I am feeling old, Uncle.” She murmured quietly. “And so you would make me feel so as well?” Louis laughed in his easy way and reached for her hands. “I am Louis when it comes from your lips, fair Amie.” With a smile he pulled her to her feet and turned her about once. The empire waist of her gown pressed her young breasts skyward, even as the neckline rode very low, clinging to the stays of her corset. Louis couldn’t help but smile in admiration. Amie blushed.

“Marriage is not all it is claimed to be, mademoiselle.” He laughed. “I cannot just stay here forever, Louis.” Amie groaned. “You will not, of course.” Louis agreed “But put your fears to rest. A young man would be a fool not to claim you for his own soon.” Amie’s blue gaze melted his sable one. “It is easy for you to say, Louis, you have a bride.” The older man looked at his nineteen year old niece. What he wouldn’t give to taste those trembling lips. “One day you will surely be one, Amie.” Louis said, roughly. If he had to look at her décolletage a moment more, he would be unable to stop himself from touching it.

Louis released her and took a step backward. Amie quirked a manicured brow at the motion, “Why do you push me from you, Louis?” she stepped towards him. Louis scratched the back of his hair and willed himself not to grab the young woman and show her. “It isn’t proper.” Amie smiled lightly. “What isn’t, Uncle?” She moved even closer to the painfully uncomfortable man. Louis sighed himself. “Amie there is no doubt that you are exceptional. There is also no doubt I am wed. I have no right to look at you in any way but as my niece.” Amie frowned. “Rights, Uncle? Since when were you sans-culottes?” Amie pressed her breasts against the man’s chest. “And why was I not alerted you were half clothed?” His will sapped, Louis gave in to her delicious charms and pressed his lips fully to hers.

The young woman clutched his shirt front as his tongue pressed against her mouth demanding entry. Amie parted her lips as her eyes fluttered shut, and her uncle’s tongue traced the insides of her mouth. His rough invasion against the soft flesh of her cheeks caused her nipples to scrunch into peaks and she felt dampness between her legs. Louis pulled away from Amie, catching her lower lip with his teeth.

Her blue eyes flickered open and she stared at the older man. “Louis…” she softly moaned. For his part, Louis bore the clear evidence of a raging hard on. His turgid flesh strained against the linen as it wept clear and sticky tears of desire into his clothes. Amie stared at him and mimicked his labored breath. Emboldened, Amie traced her fingertips over the obvious bulge in his breeches. “Do you want me, Uncle?” she said with no small amount of petulance. Louis grabbed the woman and thrust his mouth down onto her breasts, tearing one free of its binding to suck the nipple. Amie moaned hotly. “Yes, Uncle.” She whispered to him “Do to me what she won’t let you do. I want to give it all to you.”

Amie’s aunt was every bit the proper Victorian woman; nearly chaste and always covered from head to toe. Amie couldn’t imagine her ever spreading her thighs for her husband much less doing anything of more interest. Her young niece had given her chastity up long ago, though she didn’t remember it being very good. Louis was handsome and by the looks of things, he appeared to have an ample endowment. Perhaps he could fuck her properly as the school chum obviously had not.

Louis sucked and bit at the young woman’s breast, his hand having gripped its twin. When Amie whimpered, his hand freed her breast to fumble with her skirts. Helping as she might, Amie yanked down her knickers and let them puddle at her ankles. When her uncle’s warm hand found her pussy, she lifted his face to her to kiss him deeply. As Amie’s tongue thrust into his mouth, Louis’ fingers dipped into her slit. His finger’s rubbing against the slick folds of her cunt; Louis found his niece’s clit and agitated its firm node. Amie felt an urgency growing at her core as her uncle’s fingers moved expertly over her flesh. She pulled her head back to moan softly and Louis recaptured the dusky skin at the peak of her breast.

Suddenly, Amie felt his fingers tease her opening and press gently within her. “Oh yes, Louis.” She hissed and Louis obliged her by pushing the digit deeply into his niece. As he alternately thrust and withdrew his sodden fingers, Amie gripped his shoulders. “Uncle you are going to make me cum…” Louis kissed his niece’s ear and whispered. “Oh god, I hope so.” Doubling his efforts and withdrawing his hand far enough to tickle her clit with each thrust, it wasn’t long before Amie’s thighs went taut and Louis had to hold her up. Amie’s dress rode high at her waist and the carefully trimmed hair of her mound was clearly visible were any to happen upon them. Also clear was the sight of her Uncle Louis’ hand buried deeply in Amie’s pussy. “Mmm...mmm…” Amie cried as the tension increased.

Louis looked at the flushed face of the young woman. Her eyes were shut and her mouth was slightly open as she panted in her lust. Louis drove her to her peak and as she crossed the threshold into her bliss, he snaked a finger into her asshole as well. The woman’s eyes shot wide as her orgasm gripped her violently. Louis could feel her muscles suck at his fingers, begging them to pound deeper into her swampy pussy. His cock couldn’t be harder and he began to pull at the fastenings of his trousers. As the quaking in her cunt subsided, Amie stood on her own and watched her uncle free his hardness.

When she spied a little over half a foot of man’s organ she licked her lips. Louis brandished his cock like a weapon and Amie held aside her skirt so he might look at her intended target for all seven inches of him. Bending over the wicker chair, her palms resting against its seat, Louis came behind his niece and thrust his cock deeply into her warm cunt. Already severely aroused, it slipped in easily and Amie rocked back against him. “Yes, fuck me, Louis. Fuck me, my uncle.” Needing no invitation but the churning of her pussy, Louis stabbed into her cunt viciously. Amie met him thrust for thrust, her firm ass slapping against his damp hips. Amie could feel every curve and vein of Louis’ cock as it split her pussy a hundred times. The ivory gown was wet with her cum and sweat, as was the front of her uncles’ pants. That was the last thought on her mind, however, as her cunt strained for another orgasm.

Louis could feel Amie’s pussy sucking his length like a hot mouth; her tiny slit was so tight. If she weren’t so sloppily wet, he doubted he could enter her pussy at all. Amid the slaps of their skin thrusting against each other, he could hear the gurgles of her wetness dripping over his sack and down his thighs. Louis placed a hand on both of her hips to frame her heart shaped ass as he buried his cock in her. A knowing urge at the base of his cock warned Louis he was about to fill his niece with shot after shot of hot cum.

It was about then that Amie’s aunt, Louis’ wife entered the room. She saw her husband buried to the hilt in her brother’s child. Far from rape, Amie was thrusting wantonly back at her uncle. Rose saw Amie’s breasts bouncing to the beat of Louis’ thrusts and she could hardly help herself but want to lick them. Rose listened as Amie’s cries signaled her impending orgasm as well as Louis’ groans.

“Oh God help me!” Louis cried as he flew over his peak and assaulted his niece with streams of blistering, white cum. Amie, feeling that, wailed herself and her cunt clamped down on Louis’ cock. Rose was beside herself and stood motionless and silent as her husband pumped the last of his lust into her niece. When Louis turned and saw Rose watching, his face was a mask of horror. Amie, not knowing what was going on, stood and dropped her dress into place. It wasn’t until she turned in the awkward silence, was she aware of her aunt. It was so evident that it was consensual on both sides, neither of the guilty had anything to say.

Louis said nothing and departed quickly into the hall, leaving Amie alone to face her aunt. “I am sorry, aunt Rose.” was all that she could offer. Rose looked at the young woman. “You didn’t look sorry to me pushing yourself on my husband.” Amie tried to look remorseful but she was not. If Rose wasn’t going to put that fine cock to good use, she surely would. “You have no right to his cum, Amie.” The younger woman looked amused. “Well, he seemed to think so?” Rose slowly approached her niece. “That does not make him correct. Nor does it release you from guilt.” Amie looked into Rose’s eyes. “What do you want me to do Aunt Rose?”

Rose lifted her own skirts and sat with her bare ass on the wicker chair, revealing she had no underclothes on but her stockings. “You can make it up to me, Amie.” The younger woman eyed her aunt’s attractively shaved quim. “How, Aunt Rose?” The older woman chuckled softly. “You took an orgasm from me, you can return it.” Amie was dazed. She had never touched another woman before. Moving slowly, Amie crouched to place her small hand on her aunt’s cunt. It was smooth under her touch, and burning. “Touch me, Amie. Touch me how you like to be touched.” Rose ordered.

The stays of Rose’s corset lifted awkwardly, pulling cruelly at her stockings. Amie knelt for a better vantage and copied Louis’ ministrations, figuring that was what Rose would like. The young woman’s fingertips roved over her aunts shaved flesh and its velvety texture. When Amie dared to press her aunt’s nether lips askew, Rose groaned. “Yes, touch me there.” Amie was delighted at her new power. She pressed her aunt’s clit to the side, and bent her head to lick the bit of flesh. Rose trembled and Amie saw a trickle of cum slide down her split. “Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue, Aunt Rose?” Amie lasciviously asked. Rose met her niece’s eyes. “Yes, Amie. Lick my pussy.” Following Rose’s moans as she lapped at her aunt’s musky pussy, Amie travelled over her older relation’s sex. Alternately licking slowly in broad strokes and flicking quickly over Rose’s clit with her tongue in a small spear. Rose grabbed her niece’s hair as Amie drilled her tongue into her aunt’s dripping opening. “Mon Dieu!” Rose cried as Amie pushed two fingers into her pussy and her tongue assaulted her clit. Amie began to thrust with her wet fingers, eventually adding a third as Rose tossed her hair from side to side. “Oh yes! Yes!” Rose wailed as her crisis was in sight.

Louis wandered back into the room, as he had been listening from just outside. The sounds made it clear what was going on. Rose stared into her husband’s eyes as Amie’s tongue drew forth her orgasm. She never drifted from his face as she whimpered and came all over Amie’s mouth. Louis knelt behind Amie and pulled her skirts over her ass. He looked at Rose who did not object as he gripped Amie’s still wet sex. Amie groaned and turned her head to see Louis.

Louis calmly undid his pants and bared his cock. Amie decided to continue with her mouth on her uncle, her lips expanding to engulf his glans. Amie’s tongue rubbed the underside of his head and she shifted to allow her aunt to join her around Louis’ member. He eventually sprawled on the rug to allow both women access to his erection. Amie and Rose took turns sucking and licking at his flesh, kissing between turns. When Amie crouched over Louis’s lap, Rose ground little circles into her clit with her tongue while Louis helped her to settle onto his cock. Amie held up her dress and bounced on Louis while Rose fingered her slit.

When it was Rose’s turn, Louis took her on her knees while her face was engulfed in Amie’s cunt. Amie’s hair was disheveled and wet with cum, her aunt’s, her uncle’s, and her own. Louis stroked Rose’s pussy while he kissed Amie, and his niece gently squeezed his cock. Rose had always wanted to be with another woman, and now Amie was her chance. She looked with smoldering eyes at the kissing couple. “Vive Le Difference!”

Fin