Author's Note: This is a follow up to "A Convenient Measure", which told the story of Henry and Eliza. Please read that first if you want background on these characters. Also note that I wrongly placed that story in 'Erotic Couplings' instead of 'Romance' which is where it should have been, but I guess you can't change it once published.
Chapter 1
"Henry, Jr. you will eat your vegetables," Eliza announced sternly.
Charles marveled at the change in his sister. Since the awkward start of her marriage to Henry, she's become a mother and seems fully in love with Henry and the life they have together. He glanced over to Henry, his best friend of nearly twenty years, to catch him suppressing a smirk.
"Yes dear," Henry quipped. "Sixteen month olds are known far and wide for doing everything their parents tell them."
"You shush, husband. I have this under control." Beautiful, now matronly Eliza turned her attention back to her blonde haired son.
Henry stood up from the dinner table and sauntered over to the bar. "Brandy, Charles?"
"Yes, please," came Charles' quick response.
Charles Hanson had mixed emotions when he spent time with his twin sister Eliza and Henry since they've been married. On the one hand, it pleased him to no end to see how happy his two best friends in the world were. On the other hand, he was jealous of their closeness and it made him despondent that he didn't have the same thing. He had spent so much of his waking life with his sister Eliza that it was difficult to have a change in their relationship. They had always been close, which he supposed was normal for twins, but now that she had other duties, things were just different. He didn't blame her, of course, but he was forlorn nonetheless.
"Hey man," Henry asked. "Why the dour face? Is anything the matter?"
Not realizing how his countenance must be showing his inner emotions, Charles quickly brightened and, taking a drink of brandy, assured his friend. "Oh, 'tis nothing, dear friend. Just occupied with some work thing father and I have been dealing with."
Henry quirked an eyebrow, but said nothing. The rest of the evening was pleasant as always.
"You know, Charles," Henry stated as he grabbed Charles' coat, "You don't have to ride home in the dark. You can stay the night here. We have the room."
"Nonsense, Hank. Rosie and I know the way back well. And I don't want to intrude."
Eliza gave him a big hug. "Brother, you are family. You are never an intrusion."
"Well, thanks, but I'm quite looking forward to a little night time ride anyway."
After Charles was on his way, Eliza and Henry retired to their bedroom for the evening.
She was busy removing her hair pins and undressing when she called to her husband, "Do you think Charles has seemed out of sorts lately?"
She's still so captivating, Henry thought, as he caught sight of her slender legs rising up to her slightly curvy hips that had probably only gotten sexier after having her first child.
"Huh, what was that dear?"
"Henry Sewell, were you even listening to me?"
"Damn it all wife. How many times have I told you that if you try to hold conversation with me whilst you're undressing, I will nary hear a word?"
Eliza felt her cheeks color. Even though they've been married for almost 2 years and have been great friends for almost 20, Eliza was always pleased when she discovered that she still excited her husband.
She finished putting her night time clothes on and, sitting on their bed, she covered her breasts with a pillow, lest the sheen of the fabric not be enough to quell her husband's amorous longings.
"Dear, I was just saying that I think Charles has been out of sorts lately."
Suppressing his libidinous thoughts for the moment not to mention his growing cock, Henry agreed. "Yes, I have noticed the same. I think I caught him a bit on it tonight when you taking care of Hank, Jr. We were enjoying our brandies and I caught him looking quite morose when he thought I wasn't looking."
"It's unlike him to not talk to me about things," she lamented.
"Well, your relationship has changed lately."
"I suppose you're right, Henry."
"And I think that's part of what is going on with him, Eliza."
"Oh no, dear. Do you think I treat am differently now that I am a wife and mother?"
"Only as a natural consequence of being those two things. You are doing nothing wrong. I just think Charles sees what we have and wants it too. But, you know I don't think he has had a relationship with anyone since Isabel. What was that? Four years ago?"
"Yes, that's about right. I know he was heart broken when she broke things off with him. That was the first time he wouldn't confide in me completely. He's never been quite the same since."
"I agree." Henry looked over at his wife thinking that it was about time to remove that protective pillow when he noticed the look in her eye. Hesitantly, Henry asked, "Wife, what are you thinking?"
"Well. You know the ball is coming up and, with your connections, I thought you could line up some possible matches for him."
"That twinkle in your eye almost always spells bad news for me."
"Mishygoss, husband. Besides, this is for Charles not for you."
"As you wish, my dear. I'm certain I can get him an invitation."
"Come over here, husband." Eliza could no longer ignore the heat in her groin. Henry came over to her side of the bed in his night shirt as she sat up on the edge of the bed to greet him.
Sliding her hand underneath his night shirt, she traced from his muscular calves to his thick thighs up to his taut behind. Her hands then slid around to the front where his cock was almost at full attention.
"Now THIS, husband, is for you," Eliza purred as she lifted his shirt and took his cock into her mouth.
Henry groaned. "Oh, dear Eliza, you'll be the death of me."
Taking his hard, wet cock from her mouth momentarily, she smiled up at him. "Probably so, but at least you'd die happy."
Then she set out to finish what she started.
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Chapter 2
"Blast it," Charles thought. "Why must I be such a spoil sport? Truly, I don't want to be this way. Maybe I'm just destined to be alone. It was such a long time ago; why does it plague me still?"
Charles was barely nineteen the day the older lady came into Hanson's Shoe Emporium looking for a dress boot for an upcoming event. He was instantly taken with Lady Snodgrass' stylish manner and cute, upturned nose. Of course, he remained professional during his time helping her in the store, even if was difficult not envisioning her without her clothes. She was curt with him and talked down to him. At the same time though, he got the distinct impression she was flirting with him. She decided that nothing on the shelves would do, so Charles and his father set out to make a custom pair of boots for her.
He did indeed think of her sans clothing in his bed at night for many nights over the next few weeks. Even though she was probably over thirty years of age, she had a remarkable shape and was a truly beautiful woman with long black curls accentuating her other fine features. It was all a bit of fantasy fun, Charles thought. She would not really be interested in him, obviously. Add to that the fact that Charles was generally tongue tied around women excepting his sister, so he wasn't really thinking of acting on any of his nighttime fantasies.
When Lady Snodgrass came to try on the boots once they were finished, Charles was minding the shop by himself. The bell at the door dinged and her graceful presence entered the doorway. Charles tried to get any untoward thoughts to leave his mind while he set about helping the lady with her new pair of boots.
"Ah, hello again, Mr., uh, Hanson is it?"
"Yes, moth... Er, I mean, yes ma'am. Charles Hanson at your...your service."
She looked him up and down a little and proclaimed, "Well, I'm hardly old enough to be your mother, but, yes, I think you can service me."
Charles surely reddened in the face. "Well, we...we have the b-boots done. I, uh, assume you want to try them on."
"You assume correctly."
"Uh, follow me." The quicker he gets this done, the better off he will be, he thought. He grabbed the boots from their workshop and went towards the trial area. "Please take a seat," he said, indicating a heightened chair they use for people to try on shoes.
She sat down and raised her dress to an extent where he saw plenty of her shapely legs. She wiggled her foot. "Excuse me. In order to try the boots on, I believe you'll have to remove my current shoes."
"Yes, uh, right." Was it hotter than normal in the shop today? Charles sure thought so.
He fumbled with her laces, but finally got her shoes off. Damn, even her feet were pretty. He prepped the first boot for her foot and held it out for her to slide her foot into. Being that the boot was rather tall, she lifted her dress further. This revealed even more of her shapely legs and Charles felt a stirring in his loins.
Charles wasn't sure he could make it through this fitting!
"Oh," she purred much like a satisfied kitten. "That feels so good."
Sweating and shaking, Charles finally got the other boot on her foot and then laced up both. Lady Snodgrass stepped down and proceeded to walk around the store.
"Um, yes, very nice." She continued to walk around, then stopped in front of their full length mirror to admire herself. She pulled her skirts up to the point of going a full foot above the top of the boots, showing so much skin that Charles he might have a heart attack right then and there.
"Yes, these will do nicely I think."
After she sat back down, she once again pulled her skirts up, higher than she had before. He could practically see her inner thighs and Charles was having a hard time suppressing an erection.
