Savannah 03

"I'm just hopeless with money and business," Adam confided, taking a long drink and shaking his head.

Amanda smiled in sympathy. "Well you know what they say, brother? Unlucky with money..................." she said pausing meaningfully.

He gave a rueful smile, turning towards her as they stood looking out the window over the Hudson River. "I'm not lucky in love, though either, am I?"

"Nor am I," Amanda admitted. "Two misfits aren't we really?"

Their eyes met, speaking volumes as their thoughts returned to their late teens; it was unavoidable.

"Yes, I suppose we are," Adam slowly said. "You don't have anyone, do you Amanda?"

"No, and you Adam?"

"I just don't know."

Amanda gave a slight start. It wasn't the answer she had expected. "What do you mean?" she asked, with a frown. "You have someone and you aren't sure?"

For a moment, her brother's gaze turned blank. "In a way, yes."

"Who, if I may be so bold?"

"It's not quite like that," he uncertainly told her.

Amanda's frown deepened. Her brother was talking in riddles. "I don't understand you, Adam."

"That's not surprising," he sighed, turning to look out across the Hudson again. "At times, I don't understand myself."

Amanda's frown turned into a soft smile. "Oh Adam again we are so similar, you and I. There are times I don't understand myself that way."

"It's not that, Amanda," Adam blurted out, turning to look at her again, his eyes full of anguish. "At times, I... I think I am homosexual."

"Oh I see," she replied, not that surprised. She'd had her suspicions about Adam and other men.

"And at other times?"

"At other times, dear sister," he responded, feeling that a weight had been lifted with his confession. "At other times, I am comfortable with women."

"Do you have a lover at present?" she asked, adding after a moment's deliberation, "Other than Emilene of course?"

"You know about her?"

Amanda laughed at the shock on his face. She ran a hand through her hair. "Of course I do. Nathan told me what he had planned."

"Hmmm, I see," Adam replied rather pensively. If his sister was aware of Emilene, how much else did she know? "Actually no, Amanda, I don't have another lover."

She nodded, taking a deep sip from her brandy glass. "From what I hear little brother, you probably wouldn't have the time, let alone the energy for any more would you?"

Adam laughed, feeling his cock rise just at the thought of him and the black slave girl together "Well, she does occupy my time quite a bit."

"She's a good lover?"

He nodded. "Actually, Amanda, she is becoming excellent in bed. Clearly she just needed the right man."

Amanda ignored the boastful comment. "But I thought that Nathan had trained her? She wasn't what you expected at first, then?"

"No, Nathan said he had sort of trained her, and he had made her go with some of the other plantation barons, too. But they are all take, no give."

"And you give as well as take, do you?" Amanda smiled, feeling a tinge of excitement to be chatting so intimately with her brother. "You're a considerate lover?"

"Yes," he answered quickly, looking his sister directly in the eye. "I treat her as an equal, not a slave, and it pays."

She nodded, and for a moment neither spoke, each thinking their own thoughts. It was Amanda who broke the brief silence. "Well, I have to say Adam, she has a great figure."

"She certainly has," he responded proudly, but then found his eyes running across his sister's body. "But then, so have you Mands," he added boldly.

"Thanks," she said, feeling herself blush at the compliment. "Not that it's made any difference since coming home."

"No secret lover, then?"

"Nope, none," she told him, turning away from the window and gazing vacantly across the room.

Adam saw the sadness in her eyes. "Not Mr Strand, then?" he asked.

"No" she answered, her voice rising. For a moment, her hand reached across her chest while she composed herself. Why had she spoken so sharply, she wondered? "No, most certainly not Mr Strand."

"Well, I am sure we could fix something if you want," Adam said, reaching to pull his sister's arm so that he could look right into his her eyes.

For a moment, her eyes widened in shock. Surely, he couldn't mean? "Adam! I thought we agreed to forget all that."

He looked surprised. "We did, Amanda. I... I didn't mean me."

"No?" Did she feel relief or disappointment? She found herself wondering.

"Well no I didn't," he murmured, taking advantage of the moment. "But...?"

Amanda stared thoughtfully into his eyes as her brother edged closer to her. His gaze was steady, then slowly and provocatively ran down to her spectacular cleavage, fashionably half uncovered in her evening gown.

"But what Adam?" Amanda asked breathlessly, her mouth going dry as her brother's dark eyes returned to bore into hers. Her whole body was tingling.

"I don't know," he said, jerking his gaze away and draining the rest of his brandy.

It looked as if it was taking all his self-will not to gather her up in his arms. This was wrong, so wrong, and yet it sent a thrill down between her moist thighs.

"Everything is so complicated," he continued, shaking his head as if he was trying to clear the thoughts inside. "What I meant is that I have many friends in New York."

Amanda curled her lip and flounced past him to the middle of the room. "I see," she said, coldly. "And what you're telling me is that as a favour, one of them would give me a good seeing to as I believe you men call it?"

"Yes, well... no, not like that," he mumbled, unsure of exactly what he was trying to say. "I didn't mean it like that, Mandy."

"Really," she snapped, her eyes blazing as she glanced back at her brother. "Well understand this! Whether you meant that either, you Adam or, one of your friends would fuck me, forget it. I can arrange my own sex life, thanks."

***

That phrase was in Amanda's mind, as she got ready for bed that night. "I can arrange my own sex life, thanks."

Undressing without help was a trial and she was regretting giving the maid the rest of the night off. Millie had pulled the laces of the corset tight when she'd dressed. Undoing them was a fiddly job, as was removing the hoop cage and the voluminous skirt. Preparing herself for bed was a rather lengthy process, giving her too much time to think about her non-existent sex life

With that on her mind, it was not surprising that as she undressed and bathed, she became aroused; that happened more frequently recently. Drying herself before the bedroom mirror, her arousal increased! Damn! She cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. She so needed a man, and felt pleased that her long wait since the dalliance with Captain Jarvis on the trip from Englanmd would end tomorrow when she was meeting Fairfax Lennon, her long term, occasional lover. As she squeezed her sensitive breasts she smiled ruefully as she thought 'What a treat he is in for tomorrow!'

Thoughts of him reverberated around her mind as she lay on the bed. Turning onto her front, her hands locked between her legs, the fingers on one pressing her clit, those on the other searching and probing inside her pussy.

As she pleasured herself, images of Fairfax left her and she thought of her brother and his friends. Her arousal increased. Thoughts of her brother's friends floated away into the thin air, replaced by images of her brother only. She began to cum, and when the sensations of her climax crashed over her, she 'saw' her brother's naked body. He was lying between her widely spreaded thighs fucking her.

Amanda had been on Adam's mind as he caught a taxi carriage up to Third Avenue. She was there as he selected the young man from the line up in the male bordello and stayed there as they went upstairs to one of the de-luxe rooms.

The memory of her body was with him when, for the second time in just over a week, his fully hardened cock sank between a pair of perfectly rounded cheeks. It was ringing in his ears as he pushed himself past the resistance of a sphincter muscle and into the tight confines of an asshole. But in his mind it wasn't the young male whore, it wasn't the numerous other male and female whores whose back passages he'd invaded and it wasn't even Emilene's deliciously rounded posterior that he was fucking. No in Adam's mind, it was his sister Amanda's ass in which his cock was deeply buried.

***

At forty-one, Fairfax Lennon was the youngest full-time, professional serving generals in the army. The head of Military Intelligence wasn't a fighting general, he was a thinking one. He was also single, exceedingly rich, one of the most eligible bachelors in the north, and had met Amanda when she had visited Adam at Harvard where Fairfax was doing some postgraduate studies on a secondment from West Point.

Since then, he had been fucking her on and off for nearly twenty years.

He had fucked her at West Point before she met Samuel, fucked her when she was being courted by him, and fucked her on the day before she'd married when Amanda had a panic attack about becoming Missus Williams and all that entailed. It hadn't stopped there. He had fucked her when she lived in New York for a time, had fucked her when she was married and he'd fucked her again when he had visited London.

And now, on her fourth day in the city, he was about to fuck her again. Following his return from a trip to Chicago, they had enjoyed dinner together at his central Manhattan apartment. Catching up on all the gossip about their joint friends and acquaintances had been a joy, and then she had told him about the plantation and how both she and Adam hated living there and running it.

"We want to sell it, but these new laws make it very hard."

"The Georgian ones?"

"Yes, those promoted by Oliver Strand."

Fairfax nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, that man is a bastard and a racist, but a clever one at that. Do you know him?"

"Yes, we have met," she confessed.

"Many times?"

"Several yes, in fact I dined with him just the other day in Washington."

"And?" he asked suggestively, reaching across the table and taking her hand.

Amanda shivered. Should she tell Fairfax that Strand was willing to help her with the sale, providing she had sex with him? "And what?" she settled for saying.

"And what happened? He tried it on of course, I assume?"

"Yes."

"So," Fairfax said, smiling and pausing, "We're back to the 'and what happened' aren't we?"

Amanda laughed and fluttered her eyelashes.

"Well, have you?" he asked, standing up and moving round the table behind her. He rested his hands on the shoulders left bare by her smoky pink, silk 'London' dress.

She sighed softly in anticipation of what was to come. "That's for me to know and for you to find out isn't, mon Generale?"

"Exactly ma cherie," he retorted, sliding his hands down her upper chest, and onto and over the delightful swells of flesh bursting out from the low neckline of her dress. Amanda gasped as he wiggled his hands inside the tight bodice, cupping both of her breasts and squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure.

The suddenness and the surge of sensations made Amanda gasp again and lean her head back against his chest. "Oooooo," she sighed, as fingers tweaked her nipples. Half turning, she rubbed her head along the length of his erection rearing up his stomach.

It took no time to reach his bedroom, but as usual undressing her was time-consuming and difficult. After what seemed an age they had got her bodice, which fashionably was detached from the skirt, unbuttoned and off, had unravelled the voluminous skirt, taken the hoops away, unlaced and removed the grey corset, slid the one, summer petticoat off, pulled her chemise over her head and her drawers down her legs so that Amanda stood before her lover in her black, mid-thigh length stockings held up by pink gartera and grey kid, lace up, ankle boots. Sitting on the edge of the big, feather bed Amanda put her foot on Fairfax's knee so he could unlace her bootees. At last, though, they were done and Amanda lay back on the imposing four poster bed clad in just her stockings. "You look fucking wonderful" Fairfax said as with even more self-confidence than her last lover, the captain, he undressed.

The feeling as his cock surged into her took her breath away. It was similar to, but even more intense than with Richard on the Western Spirit. Smiling as almost immediately she started to cum Amanda thought. 'Abstinence not only makes the heart grow fonder, but also makes you cum quicker.

Amanda considered Fairfax to be a great lover. Apart from Samuel, in the early days of their marriage when she not only respected and admired him, but also felt she really loved him, she had always considered her sex with Fairfax as being the best she ever had. Returning to having it with him now after such a long break simply confirmed that impression.

He made her cum quickly with his fingers on her pussy and his mouth on her tits and then they fucked for a long time, each position being different to the last. She had a lot of built up sexual tension inside her, waiting to be unlocked, and Fairfax helped her release all of it.

Afterwards, as she lay in his strong arms, they talked about the plantation, the new laws, and the situation in the north regarding slavery, cotton prices and the political situation.

Each part of their conversation was interspersed with a kiss, stroke or caress, but their continued fondling couldn't hide the grim news. The plantation was as good as unsaleable, almost at any price. There was no way round the new laws that he knew of, although he offered to make some checks,

"That is, of course, unless you sell your soul to the devil?" he added with a laugh as he pinched her nipple.

Amanda sighed at the wonderful way he manipulated her body. But also, at his mention of the devil. She knew the conversation would return to this subject. "Strand?" she asked.

"Yes, who else?" he asked, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"I don't think it's my soul he wants to buy," she confided.

"No, more likely this," Fairfax said, sliding his hand down her stomach and cupping her pussy. Within seconds, he was inside her again. This time their lovemaking was less frantic, but just as enjoyable.

***

Fairfax and Amanda saw each other as often as their busy schedules permitted over the next week. In fact, other than when his military business demanded, they were inseparable.

Her liaison wasn't lost on Adam. He had, of course, met Fairfax before and was acutely aware that he and his sister had been very active lovers. He was equally conscious that she was seeing him now and no doubt fucking him again. He often felt jealousy when Amanda was with another man and this time was no different.

"Do you love him?" he asked that evening as he and Amanda shared a small carafe of wine in her boudoir.

Before Adam had joined her, Amanda had removed her dress and hoop cage, Millie had helped her with her corset and she had removed her two petticoats, her chemise and her camisole. For some reason, she had kept her stockings and bloomers on.

She had slipped into the lacy, ankle-length, cotton night dress that she had brought from England. It was not quite as high at the neck as most American peignoirs, which she felt seemed to have been designed to deter, not encourage lovemaking. She had put her dressing robe, which was also white cotton, on over that.

"Who?" she playfully asked. It was fun to be with Fairfax again and to observe Adam's inevitable reaction.

"You know who" he responded coldly, standing up and pacing across to the window, and then back again.

Amanda sighed. Was it always going to be like this between them she wondered; Adam being jealous of her and other men? And yes, a tinge of jealousy on her part when her brother was in a relationship with someone else.

"In a way, yes, I suppose I do," she answered, immediately dropping her little game. "I think I probably always have I suppose."

"I see," Adam replied, a little too petulantly Amanda thought.

"And what's that mean?" she asked, swinging around on her stool beside the dressing table to look at him over her shoulder.

"Oh you know Mands," he said. His voice was sad, resigned even. Amanda stopped arranging her hair and glanced at his reflection in the dressing table mirror. Their eyes met and fixed on one another as Adam took a step closer. Only the sound of their breathing filled the silence. When he put his hand on her shoulder, she comfortingly reached up and placed hers on his. She didn't want her brother to be sad.

Squeezing her brother's hand, she said. "Yes Adam, I know, but we have to put that behind us now."

"Why, we didn't in London?" He asked edging his fingers forward and down her chest a little. Half of his hand was on the material of her dressing robe, the other half on her bare skin, alongside the deep, broderie anglais collar of her night dress.

"That was different," she breathed as her heart started to pound.

When she made no effort to stop him, his fingers inched further downwards easing the lapels of the dressing gown apart. "It was wonderful between us, wasn't it?" his hoarse voice whispered.

"Oh Adam," she groaned, as his fingertips reached the neckline of her nightdress that was mid-way between her shoulders and her bosom. When he pressed the pliant, wonderful-to-feel, rather wobbly flesh, a shock of sensations shot through her.

"You did enjoy it, didn't you?" he pressed. "You wanted me then!"

His fingers slipped downwards under the material of her nightdress as he pressed his erection against her back. Amanda felt his growing bulge straightening and hardening just as his fingertips found her hardened nipple. She leaned back, lost in the sensations her brother was creating in her body. How long had it been?

"Oh Adam," she groaned. "No, no. Please stop," she managed to say, albeit with some reluctance.

He recognised the signs. To his experienced eye they were so very obvious. Without a doubt, he recognised supplication, surrender and submission by his sister. But even in his highly aroused and very emotional state he knew that now was not the time to go further

With that, Adam kissed his sister on her head and pulled his hands away. Within seconds, he left the room, leaving both of them feeling, relieved, disappointed, still excited and wondering just what might have happened if he had stayed.

***

"So, in short, you are asking me to sleep with him?" Amanda asked, as she lay naked in Fairfax's arms in her hotel room. A week after their first reunion, their lovemaking remained just as wonderful and energetic as that first time.

"Er no, not necessarily," he muttered.

She lifted her head up from his sweat covered chest to look into his eyes. "What then?"

"Look Amanda" he said, choosing his words carefully. "It's essential we get to know as much about these Fire-Eaters, as they call themselves, as possible, and we do not have anyone as close to any of the leading lights as you are to Strand."

She rested her head back against his chest again, stroking her fingers along his shoulder. "I'm not that close."

"But you could be, couldn't you? Admit that at least."

"Yes I imagine I could," she agreed. "But I need to know more. Who the hell are the Fire-Eaters, is that what you called them?"

His voice rose in line with his feelings. "They are a well-organised bunch of total racist bastards whose one objective is to preserve slavery and all that goes with it."

"Oh... yes," she hesitantly said. "I think I read something about them in the New York Times or Boston Globe, maybe."

"Yes, probably about the 'Bloody Kansas debacle' or maybe the fight between Charles Sumner and Preston Brooks last year in the Senate"