Chapter One: Richard's Introduction
In the year 1876, Lord Richard Blanchester had taken over the Lordship on his father's rather premature death, at the age of 46. His mother Lady Clarabelle Blanchester had died just after his sister's birth, some 18 years ago. When his mother died Richard was only five, and had missed her terribly.
He and his sister were raised by several nannies over the years. Their father always appeared to be away on some business matters, or other such things.
However, over the years Richard and his sister Victoria had been raised well, no public school for them. Specialist teachers brought to teach them professionally at home.
Richard was surprised to discovered his inheritance was to be one of the largest estates in Great Britain. Pasture land in Scotland and some very good farming in Ireland, and land abroad India particularly, combined with the several thousand acres in the West Country.
Wealth of this magnitude brought its problems. Richard was at 24 a very eligible bachelor. Over six foot, dark, ruggedly good-looking, deep blue eyes. His fencing, horse riding, and shooting prowess stood him in good stead.
Victoria of course had also been handsomely looked after in fathers will. She was a very wealthy, and most desirable young Lady. Long blonde hair, very trim figure, with a very ample bosom. Victoria had always been conscious of her breasts. They had started to develop at thirteen, much to her embarrassment. Their nanny at the time had talked to Victoria about the problems, and the advantages of having large breasts. At 19 Victoria could appreciate all the advantages. So did her suitors. Richard had heard Victoria's physical charms mentioned several times in certain circles. He knew his sister well, they were the best of friends, and he was sure she was still a virgin. He noticed her appetite for horse riding had taken on a new dimension over the past few months. She would think nothing of an impromptu bareback ride whenever the fancy took her. It appeared a somewhat regular occurrence, but girls would be girls he thought.
Richard wondered if Victoria's education had included any sexual introductions similar to his own? Richard remembered his father saying one day that as he was now of the age, and he must be introduced in the ways of the world. He wondered at the time exactly what that meant? He did not have to long to discover his father's meaning.
A few nights later, just after he had retired to bed when there was a gentle knock on his door.
"Come," He answered moving under the bedclothes to hide his embarrassingly stiff cock.
He was most surprised to see Sarah Tomlinson, the housemaid enter his room. Sarah was just twenty, a fine buxom wench, with nice trim thighs and shapely rump to match. Indeed Richard had often admired her, when she bent to place logs on the fire, or just doing her work around the house. On many occasions he had felt a stirring in his breeches. The sight of her bending showing ample cleavage, or the roundness of her derriere, was enough to stir any red-blooded man.
He glanced at Sarah, and noticed she was looking most attractive. Her blouse was slightly lower than usual, and if he was not mistaken, also tighter. Sarah's ample bosoms displayed invitingly.
Richard had retired relatively early that night. No guests for dinner for once, a relief, from the hectic dinner schedule his father kept.
