Following the morning bath and a late breakfast, Harry parted company with his mummy and Auntie Lucy. He thought he saw the rain abating but Mummy Nature was being a horrid tease. He then made up his mind to continue sticking a few more pins in some unlucky members of his bug collection so that he'd at least use his time wisely while waiting for the rain to finish with its business.
He thought maybe he'd have a chance for the rain to stop and then he'd take the dogs out for a wee and a run as he lugged a gun through the fields and blasted something to smoking bits.
Nothing doing.
He occupied himself with his bug collection some more and then for a bit with his stamp collection until he was summoned for lunch.
The meal went splendidly enough with the rest of the family but at the end of things, Aunty Lucy reminded him that he'd be needed shortly for that appointment up in her chambers that she'd spoken of before. Suffice to say, he was instructed not to roam too far afield as it were. So much for entertaining thoughts of taking the dogs out, however he did notice lovely blue breaks in the clouds and far off through the window he even caught a splash of sunshine on the horizon so his heart leapt at the possibility of doing something outside later.
The family arose and began to prepare for whatever it was they were about to do for the afternoon. As Aunty Lucy rose from the table and was about to excuse herself, her mother, Grand Mah-mah Rebecca shot her a look over the clearing dishes that were already being cleared. It was a serious look that she gave her daughter. There was a heavy pause as Lucy contemplated what might be vexing the old woman.
"Remember Lucinda," Rebecca said sternly but a little under her breath so that only Lucy could hear, "a full report. I want to know!"
"Yes of course Mah-mah," Lucy replied, "I shall tell you everything!" She stood along with Edwina and all the children and waited for Grand Mah-mah to rise and leave the room. Once she'd left, Harry noticed Auntie Lucy's chest sag a bit as his aunt breathed a side of relief. It was as if one of the storm clouds from earlier in the morning had quietly taken lunch with them and now had just left the room. Lucy-Rex was oh so intimidated by Rebecca-Rex and in that instance it was never so self-evident for Harry!
Harry was occupied with his stamp collection and was fussing over a few Penny Blacks of his when Meredith, the upstairs maid; came down the stairs for him. She walked straight over to Harry seated upon the settee and informed him that he was needed upstairs by his Aunt Lucy. It was a little after one o'clock. He moved his stamps back to the bookcase and hurried up the stairs to his Auntie Lucy's bedchamber.
He knocked upon the door and Lucy's voice bid him to enter. He reached for the door handle and curiously, he noticed it had a black ribbon tied around it in a bow. It struck him as
rather odd.
He opened the door and entered the room.
The room was darkened, save a few cracks of light shining through the windows. Everything else was blanketed in shadows and dim light. It felt heavy in there at first, intimidating.
Harry looked about the room and attempted to make things out in the gloom. To the right of the doorway was a large cherrywood clothes dresser; in front of it were the trunks that Aunty Lucy had brought with her. Behind these next to the drapes and windows was a large full-length standing mirror. Far over in the corner of the room beside the nightstand was a small writing desk and chair, unoccupied for the moment.
Curiously he noticed a strange odor in the room. A heavy perfumey sort of something hung in the air like smoke but he could not see anything save a dull haze in the room. He also noticed another strange odor; not quite perfume but not quite smoke or soaps. It was as if the two scents were vying for control of his nostrils and neither one would yield.
Harry now looked to the left and saw the bedroom loveseat another low dresser and another nightstand. Directly before him and in the middle of things he saw the large four-poster bed. Ominously, the curtains were pulled shut making him feel even more ill at ease. Auntie Lucy's voice came from the darkness, someplace within the curtains.
"Undress Harry," she said, "and remove everything. Not one thread upon your body please. And fold your clothes neatly and place them on the loveseat with your shoes underneath." Her voice sounded serious but not angry or unpleasant; no...
it was just serious.
She sounded like a schoolmistress telling him to take out a lesson book.
It definitely appeared Harry'd be in for more of the same as this morning. He did as told and then walked to the small love seat to begin folding his clothing and to put his shoes "in their proper place." As he approached the low sofa, he noticed Lucy's skirts, corset, stockings and chemise were all folded neatly to one side of the cushions. He took it as an example and hurriedly did the same.
"Are you done yet Harry?" Auntie's voice came out of the darkness between the curtains of the four-poster.
"Nearly there Auntie Lucy," he replied.
"It is highly impolite to keep a lady waiting," she commented. Her voice was not angry, just observant and strangely it trailed off into a chuckle. For all the "dark as Hades," aspect of the room he now did not find it fearful, it was...
calming
-perhaps?
He figured if Lucy had intended to let loose with her fearsome inner-harpy; she'd have unleashed it by now. He'd have received a stern scolding or solid reprimand of maybe a cane across his bum for some infraction of her arcane rules but instead; all his senses perceived was silence and calm and that ever-present collection of smells!
He finished folding his clothes, and then proceeded to the far side of the bed near the windows as the near side had a large stuffed chair in the way. Upon gaining the far side of the bed, he saw the other nightstand had a strange bottle-like structure set up on top. At the bottom of the bottle was a bowl with a feint glow emanating from within. He guessed this was the source of all the smelliness. Next to the structure on a flat bit of polished wood, an incense cone burned. He recognized the bottle from a textbook on India as a hookah pipe; the kind found throughout the sub-continent and which was used as far as the café's and bazaars of North Africa.
He stepped to the edge of the curtain and took it in his hand. From inside the curtains Aunty Lucy's eyes reflected back at him, illuminated by the narrowest shaft of daylight spearing its way in through the window curtains. He pulled back the curtain and simply uttered,
"Auntie?"
The daylight shone dimly on Auntie Lucy and only briefly before she struck a match and lit two wall sconces above the headboards of the bed; instantly filling the darkened sleeping compartment with yellow light. The sconces flickered brightly in sharp contrast to the dull grey daylight making its way through the curtains. Lucy sat atop the bed wearing only her pantalets. The round orbs of her largish breasts and her high cheek boned face were now washed in flickering candlelight. Around her was an array of cushions and pillows cast about her and it looked for a moment as if she was not lying in a bed at all, but instead seated in some exotic Indian litter and being carried by six to eight servants.
She blew the match out and placed it on a shelf containing books and curious bottles set in the wall between the sconces. Lying on the bed beside her was what appeared like a long metal hose wrapped in red velvet that ran out behind the edge of the curtains to the hookah on the night stand. She picked up a long coil, bringing its strange mouthpiece to her lips and she sucked in her breath. A noisy bubbling sound immediately rose from the pipe and the coals inside it glowed hot.
Lucy exhaled and blew a generous cloud of smoke in his face as she reclined back on the pillows. His nose detected a whiff tobacco but also with a strong note of cherry or fruit. She parted her legs akimbo and cocked one knee back slightly; resting her free hand upon her thigh. She was barefoot; her legs draped with the customary pantalets of the day but most noticeable of all was the gap at the crotch which bared her pink sex with its black thatch roof of a Venus mound -directly at him!
"Come in Harry," she said serenely, "and close those bed curtains behind you. We shall have some lovely fun this afternoon, yes?" He climbed up onto the bed and pulled the curtains tight behind him until all that could be seen from outside of the four-poster were the flickers from the wall candles inside, and the puffs of smoke from Lucy's hookah. He was in her lair now.
Lucy patted the mattress beside her and moved over a bit to afford Harry more room. He lay down next to her and she gave him another sweet kiss; just as sweet and tender as the ones she'd given him in the tub with Mummy following the "lessons in hygienics." She wrapped the arm with the hookah nozzle around him and pulled his head to her bosom. He began to suckle at her teat as Aunty Lucy began to puff upon the pipe as her free hand manipulated his penis; first playing with it and then progressively wanking him with more vigorous flourishes.
