Dunrossiter

It was almost midnight when a pounding on her door awoke her, to the voice of one of the butlers calling for her to come out. Climbing out of bed, she wrapped a robe around her form and opened the door.

"You'd best come downstairs, ma'am.", said the nervous servant.

"What is it? Has something happened to the Earl?"

"You'd best come, ma'am.", he repeated.

Mystified, Katherine followed the man to the foyer. Jamie was already standing there, still wearing his breeches, although his shirt was undone and he was barefoot. He was talking to a young officer, a lieutenant by the looks of him. "What's going on?", asked Katherine.

"It's the Earl, madam.", said the young officer. "He's been murdered, him and his other two sons."

Lady Dunrossiter stared at the man, then slumped lifeless to the floor

***

Katherine Dunrossiter awoke to find it still the night. Feeling a weight on her hand, she looked and saw that Jamie was sitting up against the headboard next to her, though his eyes were closed. He was dressed now, and differently than she had seen him downstairs. He was holding her hand in his.

Downstairs! That was where she had learned that her husband and Kent and Rob had died. No, been murdered! The Irish peasants had obviously had enough of their foul ways! Suddenly she felt carefree and easy, sin though that was; she was loosed from her terrible husband and his awful sons, and the new threat of incest. Looking over at Jamie, she discovered that he suddenly looked older, as if the new responsibilities of his position had aged him. The Earl is dead, long live the Earl, she thought to herself.

Obviously she had swooned and been carried to bed, but something felt unusual. Carefully extracting her hand from the new Earl's, she looked under the covers to discover that she was naked beneath them. Astonished, she pulled them tightly around herself, then reached out to nudge Jamie awake. "Milord, milord!", she said quietly. When Jamie did not respond immediately, she began shaking his shoulder and raised her voice. "Milord! Lord Dunrossiter!"

Jamie, 8th Earl, Dunrossiter awoke with a start, looking wildly around his step-mother's chamber, then leaped from the bed. "Milady, I apologize for such familiarity."

"Forgiven, my lord. What happened?"

Jamie came around the bed and sat gingerly on the edge. Katherine pulled the covers around her naked form more closely. "You fainted, milady. Even worse, you began to shake and shiver and became feverish, and you became overly heated. We carried you hence and I had Jenny and Gwen bathe you. That was last night. You have slept since then. I thought it best to stay with you as much as possible, to keep check on your condition. I suppose I must have fallen asleep. Are you all right? Are you feeling better?"

"Of course, milord."

Jamie bowed to his step-mother, and said, "Then I shall take my leave, madam." He turned to go.

"No, wait!"

Jamie turned back to the reclining woman. "Lady Dunrossiter?"

She gave a weak smile. "Am I really? Lady Dunrossiter, that is?"

A curious look crossed Jamie's face, and he strode back to the bed. "Milady, I do not understand." He sat down on the bed at her side and gazed at her inquiringly.

Katherine pulled her arms out from under the covers, though she pulled them up as high as she could, and rested her hands on her stomach. Jamie near gasped at the sight of her bare shoulders, her flesh creamy and smooth, and averted his eyes. His step-mother reached out and laid a hand in his, and he turned back. "What happened, Jamie?"

Jamie sighed. "Well, it appears that they were ambushed and waylaid about halfway to the coast. Rob was still with them, so they were still on their way and not returning. Colonel Armbruster has been here, and says that it would appear that between one and two dozen men opened fire on them. They were all killed instantly." Actually, Armbruster had said that they had not all been killed instantly; the phrase he had described the late Earl's condition being was '...butchered like a swine in a slaughterhouse!'

"Oh, sweet Jesus! I'm so sorry, Jamie, for your loss. This is terrible!"

Jamie smiled wanly, and said, "Thank you, and my condolences to you as well, milady."

At the mention of her title, Katherine paled. "I don't suppose that title will last long. If you leave me to get dressed, milord, I shall get any things of mine from your father's chambers."

"Lady Dunrossiter, there is no haste needed for that! You may do so at your leisure, as you wish."

"Then it best be done soon, milord. I do not know what is to become of me, but I must be prepared, eh?"

Jamie stared down at the woman in confusion. "Don't be daft! What are you talking about!?"

Katherine Dunrossiter looked at her stepson with a weak smile. "Jamie, really, what is to become of me? Well? I have nothing more than a name - no income, no lands, no properties. My title came with my husband, but you are now the Earl, and as we are not blood, I have no claim on you. All I can ask is the simple decency to allow me a few days to gather my wits and see myself off, if you would be so kind."

She spoke calmly, much as Jamie imagined a man on the way to the gallows would. It all made such perfect sense, and he was wroth with anger. "My God, woman, and what have I ever done to you to deserve such insult! I should throw you out, and tonight, for treating me so! I am not my father, whatever you think!"

Katherine quailed at the outburst. "Jamie..."

"By God, Lady Dunrossiter, you have lived in this house for nigh on nine months now, and you think I could act like them! I may have loved my family, but I can not say as I particularly liked them. You may stay or go as you wish. Your lands will be yours again in the morning. Good evening, madam!"

Katherine cried out as the young man began to rise, and surged upright, wrapping her arms around Jamie, dragging him back down to the bed. She was shaking as the tears poured forth from her reddened eyes. Over and over she repeated, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

By reflex, Jamie began to stroke the back of the weeping young widow, his fingers tingling at the feel of her naked flesh beneath them. The bedclothes had slipped to her waist as she had arisen to hug herself to him, and now she was naked in his arms. His manhood began rising within his breeches as he began to calm her. "It's all right, you'll be all right..."

Katherine's shivering stopped and she looked up at Jamie. Suddenly he appeared much older and more mature than she had ever imagined, and his face, so sternly wrathful but moments ago, now seemed calm and composed. Suddenly she became aware of her nudity, but was astonished at the lack of concern this caused her. She cupped his cheek with a hand and was surprised that a trace of stubble was felt. Jamie was growing up indeed. He kissed her fingertips gently, and Katherine brought her face up to his.

Their first kiss was in such contrast to the kisses her late husband had given her. When he had kissed her, it was with a wanton passion that needed satisfaction immediately. Jamie's kiss conveyed both his strength and his caring, and burned her lips as his father's never had. She brought up both hands to hold his head in place as she explored his lips, feeling his tongue questing against her own. His hands roamed her supple back and sides as he moaned with released passion.

Jamie's mind whirled as he felt himself drawn down to his step-mother's bed. This could not be happening, it was wrong, but it felt so very right! He tried to draw back but she held him close and continued devouring his lips. Amazed, he felt her hands working at the buttons of his shirt and drew upright. Looking down at her, he drew his breath in and gasped at the sight. The bedcovers had drawn away from Katherine and she lay naked to his gaze. Her breasts were perfectly formed, with small and dark nipples, and were larger even than Jenny's. Looking lower, her navel was a perfect jewel indenting the pleasant curve of her belly. Lower still her womanhood was framed with a tiny triangle of dark brown hair, so different from the thick red thatch that Jenny possessed, or even the much sparser blonde covering Gwen wore.

"We can not, we must not...", he croaked out as he felt Katherine begin to peel away his shirt. Lifelessly he allowed her to bare his chest, and she began running her fingers across his chest. It felt as if her fingertips were blazing with fire, and his resolve began melting away.

Katherine smiled at him and moved her hands down to his breeches. His manhood moved as if to tear loose, and after what she had experienced at the hands of Jamie's father, she had few compunctions against letting it do so. Jamie groaned as he felt his step-mother expose him, and Katherine gasped as she saw the monster he had been concealing. Good Lord, she thought to herself, he's even larger than his father! She lay back on the bed, pulling Jamie down with her, and spread her legs wide.

Jamie was too mesmerized by the sight of Katherine to even consider any more that this was an offense against nature. He positioned himself and slid inside Katherine's cunny, sinking in deeply, not stopping until he felt himself butt up against her body, his cock buried inside her. Jamie's back arched as he penetrated the tight and slick tunnel, and Katherine wrapped her legs and arms around his torso to hold him in position. She was panting and crying out incoherently, and drew his face back down to embrace and kiss anew.

Any objections that Jamie had slipped his mind as his hips began churning driving him into Katherine. It was an animal passion, the rutting of a prime stallion with a beautiful mare. Chest heaving, he snorted and gasped as he threw himself atop his step-mother, pinning her to the cushions as he drove himself into her. It was her screams of release that sent Jamie over the edge, his cock throbbing as it spewed a pulsing torrent of his seed towards her womb.

Gasping with the exertion, he collapsed in Katherine's arms. Rousing himself, he weakly groaned, saying, "Oh, God, this is so wrong..."

"Oh, Jamie, whatever this is, it is anything but wrong!" Katherine had never been taken with such intensity by the late Earl. He was attuned only to his own pleasures, and Jamie, even in his deliriously randy condition, had given her such enjoyment as she had never felt before. Even though she had spent only a single time, that spending had lasted longer and was more joyous than all the others she had ever had! Eager to begin again, she began tightening her cunny around Jamie's softening organ, a technique which her husband had forced her to learn.

Jamie groaned as the woman beneath him began to manipulate him. Stiffening within her, he began moving again, life returning to his ravaged manhood. His second coupling with Katherine was, perforce, somewhat slower and gentler, his first exertions having weakened his need and drive. Katherine enjoyed this tryst with even greater intensity, spending copiously, writhing in her new lover's arms as she tried to coax him to greater heights of passion. She had never felt so full, so fulfilled, so in love before. Grunting with his release, Jamie filled her tunnel with a fresh offering of his love and collapsed beside her on the bed. As she cuddled against him, he swooned and fell into a deep sleep.

Epilogue

Jamie Dunrossiter looked around his late father's study with wry amusement. So many lives were ruined in this room. So many despicable and fraudulent deals were prepared here. It seemed appropriate to begin building something better from there.

That next morning, almost a fortnight ago, when he had woken to find Katherine draped around him, had been the most momentous day of his life. It was greater even, than the day before, when his father and brothers had been killed, since that had simply set the scene for the new life he lived. As he had stirred awake, Katherine's eyes had opened and she had greeted him warmly with a kiss that had seared his soul, then she had moved her lips down his body, to take him into her mouth.

Jamie had protested that they must stop, but Katherine had continued, urging him on with her lips and fingers until he had roared out, his hips bucking upwards, and spewed his life's force down her throat. Afterwards, gasping, he had demanded why she had suckled his cock.

Laughing, his new lover had said, "Well, my darling, if I'm not ripe already, I soon will be, and I don't think you want me to be with child, do you?"

Jamie had smiled and quipped, "Well, if that were to happen, we could always blame it on the Earl, eh?"

"Perhaps, love, at least one of them, but such a ruse would not work for much longer, not unless the bastard's cock reached out from the grave."

"What in God's name are we doing?", asked Jamie. "This is so wrong. It is the sin of incest, and will surely doom us to perdition!"

Katherine sat up in the bed and surveyed Jamie's naked form. "I have given that some thought, and while I would chance such for the ecstasy I found with you last night, I think you are wrong. Such would be you and a sister, which you do not have, or with your mother, which I am not. You and I are not related, my dear, any more than your father and I were."

"Not all would agree with that statement, milady.", he had replied with a raised eyebrow. He placed his hands behind his head and looked Katherine's form over in the early morning light. If anything, she looked even more beautiful than before. "So, are you with child now?"

She shrugged. "I think not, but we will not know for a fact until my courses, love. I do think it best that we gambol in a different fashion for the time being, though, would you agree?"

"As you wish, Lady Dunrossiter. How shall I satisfy your needs this morning?"

Katherine shivered with delight as he called her by her title. Tossing the sheets back, she turned away from him and knelt in the center of the bed. As she spread her legs and raised her arse into the air, she looked back over her shoulder to see his manhood rearing up. "Jamie, I have another spot to place that, don't I?", she said, then lowered her face to the pillows. Jamie crawled behind her and inserted himself into her arse. Gwen had introduced himself to this form of play, saying it was the perfect method when she was ripe, and he had enjoyed it immensely, as had she. Katherine seemed to have learned the same lesson!

By the time his breakfast was finished, Jamie's pleasant morning was over. The day was spent with a vast procession of Important People, from the Colonel and the local magistrate, to various barristers and townspeople, even the village priest, all offering solicitudes and condolences, and vast quantities of unrequested advice. It had been well after a late supper that Jamie had managed to retreat to his chambers, in the hope that Katherine might join him.

Instead, when he had answered the knock on his door, it had been to find Gwen and Jenny, offering condolences of a different sort, which under ordinary circumstances he would have gladly accepted. He had declined their offers, but the two girls had simply smiled and raised their skirts to their waists, then fondled their sexes most blatantly until his resolve wavered and he found himself inviting them in. It was afterwards, when he had satisfied both maidservants, that Katherine had felt it sufficiently late and private to wrap a robe around her naked frame and pad down the hall to slip inside. Jamie had arisen from his bed with a start, attempting with little success to cover his nakedness. Katherine had simply laughed and removed her gown, asking if the party was over, or if she could join in. The threesome had made an opening for her to join them, then had concentrated on providing the mistress of the house with every pleasure imaginable.

Still, his trysts with Katherine and the two girls had been about the only joy he had found in the last two weeks. The local garrison of dragoons was still delighting in storming around the countryside, kicking in doors and flogging the peasantry in a search for the perpetrators of 'The Dunrossiter Massacre.' Already several people had been sentenced by drumhead courts martial to hanging or transportation. Jamie had tried to mitigate the army's actions, which had not endeared him to either the military, who thought it damned odd for a man who had just been orphaned, or the local peasants, who thought him lucky to have escaped a justice suitable for anyone named Dunrossiter.

He had attempted to mend fences with some of the peasantry by attempting to atone for his father's excesses, but this had been less successful than he had hoped. A perfect case in point was with Denny McLaury. Jamie had returned his grand-daughter with fifty guineas and a cancellation of her indenture. Denny had returned alone, storming up to Jamie in the courtyard and thrown the money in the dirt, saying that ten times as much was not enough to buy forgiveness for what had been done the girl. Jamie had agreed with the old man, replying that he had no other remedy available, as his father was already answering for the crime to a higher court, but it had not satisfied the man; he had stormed out, leaving the money on the gravel.

Jamie had taken to carrying a loaded pistol in his waistband, which had proven useful at keeping some of the hotter heads at a respectful distance, though it also confirmed in their eyes that he was no different than the others before him. Even this had proved of little consolation.

The English servants, long used to lording it over the Irish servants, now found that the new Earl intended to allow the Irish additional liberties. Jamie simply was trying to turn over a new leaf for the estate, but Clive Tolliver confronted him before a group of the other Englishmen and warned him to return their authority. Jamie had sacked the man on the spot, but Tolliver had become enraged and, as Jamie turned and walked away from the conflict, had roared and thrown his belt dagger at the youth. Seeing the movement out of the corner of his eye, Jamie had leapt aside, the knife burying itself in the side of the carriage house he was next to, then had calmly pulled his pistol, cocked it, and shot Tolliver dead in the courtyard as he attempted to pull forth another knife. Then, as the others stared, he had quietly pulled a paper cartridge from his pocket and reloaded the flintlock pistol, priming it and placing it back in his waistband, before ordering the body disposed of. Several of the servants, both English and Irish alike, had left by the next morning.

Katherine had watched Jamie's mood darken as he became dejected, but could do little than offer her ample charms to him late at night, after any prying eyes had long since gone to bed. She, Jenny, and Gwen, all stayed true to him, but could do little to ease his burden. Once, when they were alone, she had informed him of her love for him, but Jamie had given her a sad smile, saying that he loved her as well, but that if he were to marry her, even if they found a priest willing to perform the incestuous ceremony, it would result in their utter ruin. Several days later, a magistrate visited, and Katherine was summoned to sign several more papers that were not explained to her, but she felt that questions would only darken Jamie's mood.

In actuality, this action lightened it considerable, and Jamie was now able to explain. Rising from his father's chair, he went to the door of the study and opened it, calling loudly for Jenny. When she arrived, he sent the girl in search of both Gwen and Katherine, and when the three had returned, invited them inside. He closed the door behind the three women and directed them to high backed chairs before the desk. He settled himself behind the desk, and studied their worried faces before speaking.