Thank you for selecting my story to read. This is a comparatively longer story than many on the site, with long stretches of story between the sex.
I started this story after reading "A Victorian Sex Fantasy" by GeorgeEHeller1950. I consider this a tribute to that story. I modelled it closely after that story, I liked the premise but thought it should flow in a different direction.
I highly recommend reading "A Victorian Sex Fantasy."
Though this story is set in 1845 England, I would like to stipulate that this story is not historically accurate. A better description of the setting might be "anywhere England/America, anytime 1800s." So, if you are reading this for a historically accurate accounting of life/technology then seek elsewhere.
Disclaimer: This story includes scenes of assault, reluctant sex, as well as incestual sexual relations. If these are not your thing, then don't read this story. The assault, and reluctant sex scenes, set the story, but are not the overall theme.
I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please rate and comment when you're done.
Prologue
Good day to you readers. My name is Roderick Xavier Ebenezer Livingstone Esquire. At least at the start of this story anyway. I find myself in a position where I simply must record the scandalous situation that my life has become. And yet, though scandalous, I would not change but one part of it.
Before I get to the story, though, I think there are some essential things to know about my family beforehand. This knowledge will make understanding the situation easier.
To start this explanation, I would like to describe my maternal grandfather, Lord Ambrose Bennet Caspar Lockwood. He is a brilliant man, with vision. He is the younger brother to the Count of Durham, and not being directly in line for the family title, he used his small inheritance to invest.
Grandfather began his career as a solicitor, after which he tried his hands at politics. He always told me, however, that he couldn't stomach politics. He hated the deceit and lies inherent in the manoeuvring and jockeying for position and favour. When Grandfather received his small inheritance, when his father died of the cough that swept the land, he left politics and invested in the new railways. That investment paid off, and he expanded into banking with his newfound wealth.
Grandfather was a canny businessman and continued to grow his fortune.
After he married my grandmother, Lady Mercy Morrigan Lockwood, he sired ten children. The four eldest, my uncles. The six remaining children, my aunts and mother; my mother, the youngest by four minutes; Mother and Aunt Lola are identical twins.
With all of his daughters and the dowries Grandfather would have to pay, it would have depleted him even with his vast wealth. Unlike some families, who would ship daughters off to convents to ensure the dowry of the other daughters, Grandfather wanted the best for all his daughters. Grandfather also wanted to protect his wealth, keep it in
his
family, and not distribute it to that of his son-in-laws.
My grandparents worked hard to find suitable matches for their daughters, and to the best of my knowledge, they found compatible matches, generally speaking. I know Grandfather had a talk with his daughters-- Well, I should say that I know Grandfather had a conversation with Mother. Mother explained it to me one time when I asked about my father, which I will speak about more in a moment.
Grandfather told Mother that the man who would become my father was a young politician, and he was not looking for the family's money but rather the connections and influence. Though there was no love between Mother and Father, Mother agreed that they would be a compatible match after courting.
Grandfather negotiated with Father, and his family, the wedding contract. I don't know everything in the contract, but the critical part for this tale is that my mother's dowry, a large estate, would remain my mother's. Legally, it would be in my father's name, but as soon as a male child is born, that child, me, would inherit the lands, managed by Mother until I could take over management of the estate. Instead, Father would receive a stipend from the estate, and that allowance was variable depending on the number of children Father sired with Mother; Grandfather wanted many grandchildren.
And so, my mother and father married. At first, Mother lived with Father in his townhouse in the capital. There my father sired myself, and, two years later, my sister, Faith Philadelphia Livingstone.
Now, I don't know exactly what happened, but after my sister was born, Mother, with us in tow, moved to our estate in the country. After which, we only saw our father, but once or twice a year. Mother dutifully sent Father correspondence each month, reporting on our education and upbringing, but rarely did we receive anything in return.
We lived happily on our rural estate; we learned all the things we needed to function in high society. Mother provided that I was taught to ride and hunt. Mother also ensured Faith and I learned to read, write, and do arithmetic.
Mother's twin, Aunt Lola, and her three children, Edith, Ephram, and Agnes, would often come and visit us at the estate through the summer. I always enjoyed it when they came to visit. Oftentimes it was the only time when we were exposed to other children of our social class with whom we could play. My cousins, sister, and I often could be found exploring the estate, and more than once, we were found playing with the children of the tenant farmers. I don't think that Mother minded so much, but we were often reminded that social class is a crucially important thing.
That was how life went for me, up until I turned twelve. Grandfather came to visit for my twelfth name day. He was of the opinion that I needed a more formal education, one that included other boys in my social class. As such, I was shipped off to a boarding school on the other side of the country.
I only saw my mother and sister four times for the next two years. I was sent home for two weeks, twice a year. Once for Christmas, and once in the spring. I missed my family terribly during this period, but I learned a tremendous amount at the same time. Ironically, though, what I learned was not from my instructors; what we learned in class was the same things Mother had already ensured my sister and I knew. Instead, what I learned was the ways of boys. This was my first experience with other agemates. I won't go into detail, but I imagine what I learned is the same as all boys who have other boys to spend time with.
Before the Christmas break, my second year at the school, Grandfather visited. I later learned that he invested in the school, which was part of the reason I was sent there. I'm not sure if Grandfather liked or did not like what he found there because I left with him when Grandfather left. He brought me home, for which I was grateful.
Every time I came home to visit, I was astounded by the changes. Namely, my sister. She always grew so much, and that was no different upon returning home. I suppose looking back, the same could be said about me. I know Mother always exclaimed over how much I had grown.
When Grandfather left me at home, he left specific instructions; I was to accompany Mother and the senior staff to learn more about the running of the estate; which I did, gladly. I enjoyed learning about what we produced and how we made our money. Though I was not making any decisions, I was learning how and why the decisions were made.
My time at home, though, was short-lived. Grandfather sent for me that spring. Grandfather sent a letter to both my mother and myself. In his letter to me, he explained that he was quite happy with how my education was coming and that he thought I should expand my horizons. He planned on fostering me, where I would apprentice with him to become a solicitor, and learn about the family investments.
In the letter Grandfather sent to Mother, he explained how he wanted to ensure that I would have a strong male influence in my life. Since my father completely ignored us, Grandfather determined that he would fill that role.
Though I hated leaving home again, I was excited for what Grandfather had planned for me. It was especially difficult to leave again. Faith and Mother shed tears and hugged me tightly, despite its impropriety, when they saw me off at the train station. I'm not too proud to admit that I shed more than a few tears as well. As a boy, a little more than fourteen, I was off in the world again.
As with my time at the boarding school, I won't bore you with my time fostering with Grandfather. I stayed with Grandfather for four years, after which I did become a solicitor. I learned lots about investing and running a business. And most importantly, I was able to see my family more often. Rather than seeing Mother and Faith for a total of four weeks a year, we met regularly. Mother and Faith often came to stay with Grandfather for a week or more at a time. Though I missed my home, I enjoyed my time with Grandfather.
To celebrate my graduation and eighteenth name day, Grandfather held a ball in my honour. For the first time in years, I had my entire family together. All of my aunts and uncles. My cousins, young and old, were all there. All the highborn in the surrounding estates were there, and more than a few from afar. My Great Uncle, the Count of Durham, even showed up expressly to congratulate me. Though I didn't know it at the time, Grandfather kept his brother up to date on most of his grandson's progress. I was surprised to see even my father made an appearance.
The ball was a grand time. I enjoyed being able to dance with my cousins and sister. Mother, and my aunts ensured they each got at least one dance as well. Though I probably should have been more discrete, I tried to spend as much time with my cousin Edith as possible; we shared several dances together. Though I hadn't seen her in several years, I always enjoyed her company when her family would come to visit our estate, and looking at her now, she had grown into a beautiful, intelligent young lady.
A week after the ball and revelries, Grandfather officially sent me home. I was deemed fit to manage my estate. So, when Mother and Faith returned home, I travelled with them.
Mother had me move into the master's suite. This made me feel odd at first. This suite was always set aside for my father, even though I don't think he ever used it. Additionally, Mother maintained her rooms in the adjoining suite, which my wife would occupy, when I got married. Though this was odd to me, I quickly adjusted to the position of Lord of the Manor.
With Mother's help, I ran the estate. Mother ran the household, and I managed the business and investment side. Additionally, I used my new title as a solicitor to draw up wills and contracts for people as needed for a modest fee.
For the next two years, I managed to increase the productivity of the estate and, using estate funds, like Grandfather, made some investments which helped us grow our wealth further.
Unlike other landowners in the area, I regularly rode out to the tenant farms and helped out. I provided that the farmers had what they needed. This was only one way I ensured the increase in productivity. Years later, I learned that my practice of helping the tenants gained me a favourable reputation with the commoners and the gentry and peers in the area. Apparently, I was used as an example for sons to follow.
It was this practice that brings us to the beginning of my tale. A week before the tale's start, I received correspondence from Grandfather and Aunt Lola. My cousin, Ephram, is to come and foster under me for the next few years. Grandfather wanted him to learn how I managed my estate so that when Ephram gains his own, he will be able to work it well. Additionally, Aunt Lola requested that Edith and Agnes be able to come to stay as well. She wants Mother to foster her girls. She didn't give a reason, but I could not see a reason not to, and penned a response and sent it straight away.
So now begins my narrative, starting on the fifteenth of May Anno Domini 1845; a lovely sunny day.
Chapter 1
"There they are! There they are, Rodi," my sister exclaimed, tugging on my sleeve.
I looked up from my paper and followed Faith's outstretched arm. Sure enough, through the window of the still-moving train car, I spotted my cousins. Smiling, I folded the paper and tossed it onto the bench.
Faith impatiently waited for our cousins to descend the steps. All three of my cousins carried trunks, and as soon as they were at a clear spot on the platform, the girls deposited their chests and rushed toward us. Faith ran to them, where they embraced, sharing giggles and exclamations. Then the three girls returned to the luggage.
