Four more chapters to go!

I just want to thank the readers who messaged me regarding the ending of a future chapter.

This is that chapter so thank you!

I'm so sorry this chapter took so long to update. It's kind of long. (Like how I imagined Tom would be.) Wait who just said that?

HUGE CHAPTER WARNING!

Why?

BRANSON SEXYTIMES OF COURSE!

Rejoice for we finally have a lust chapter!

This was always going to be an M-rated chapter. Whether I wrote the dirty ending or the clean ending, it wouldn't have had any bearing on the rating. So enjoy the sexytimes and the dirty ending!

This might actually get taken down…if it does, I'll try to edit it so it won't be as…graphic?

But before we get into the good stuff, it's reply-to-reviews time!

gothamgirl28: This greed chapter was unbelievably difficult to write. It was a lot more difficult than I expected. I changed the story about three or four times before I settled with my original idea. It's not in Sybil's character to be greedy, but I think when you're younger, it's easier to be selfish, so I focused on series one Sybil. The only thing she was really "greedy" about (and I put that really loosely) were her frocks. Thanks for your input! I hope you'll be happy to read the end of this chapter! XD

The Yankee Countess: 8) I HAD TO THROW IN HOW NIALL GOT HIS BLONDE HAIR! If he's to be Tom's brother, there needs to be an explanation as to why he's a blonde and not a brunette! EXPLANATION GIVEN! Tom isn't a lazy person, but he's going to have those, "Please don't wake me up days." like we all do =D 9) I saw the pictures with Sybil and her black and gold harem pants and was all, SHE HAS ANOTHER ONE!? She's a total BAMF! Thanks for answering my questions!

Katie Duggan's Niece: I think Sybil DEFINETLY knows she has power over Tom, but she doesn't know to what extent she does.

MelodyOfSong: XD Tom is the best big bro ever! Thanks for answering my questions! This chapter was going to be M regardless of the ending, I was just stuck on how the chapter should end!

Little Emily: Lots of thanks! I think a lot of us wondered how Tom knew to go to the drawing room in series one. This is just my take on how he knew! Glad you liked it!

shana-rose: Sybil loves her dresses! And I think any girl can relate to her love of clothes! Thanks for you input and I hope you like the ending to this chapter!

Side note: I really wanted to add this somewhere in the last chapter but it had no place: What is this frockery? (LOL! I have a terrible sense of humor.)

Without further ado! BRANSON SEXYTIMES!

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Lust

Tom

"Branson, I was wondering…Can you teach me how to drive?"

That was three days ago. She came into the garage asking for driving lessons. Tom had protested. He had gotten an earful from Lord Grantham and Mr. Carson for teaching Lady Edith how to drive. When Sybil asked Tom for driving lessons a few weeks later, he refused.

"I will not. I'm already on thin ice for teaching Lady Edith how to drive."

But she begged.

"Oh, please! Papa won't mind! I'm a quick learner! Please, Branson?"

She batted her eyelashes and put on the most adorable pout. Tom was powerless.

"…Fine. But if the car goes into a ditch, you're telling your father how it happened."

She clapped her hands and embraced him. She smelled like lavender.

"Oh thank you Branson!"

Here he was three days later, waiting patiently at the front of the house. He brought his extra jacket just in case she didn't want to get her frock dirty. He left it in the backseat. He saw the doors open and that was his signal. He got out of the drivers seat and stood at attention. She emerged through the mahogany doors and walked marched to the Renault. She was wearing a simple grey blouse with a blue skirt and a sweater pulled over her shoulders. Her hair was pulled back in an intricate set of twists and held at the base of her creamy neck by a set of hairpins. She was an absolute vision.

"Hello Branson. Sorry I'm late. I had Mrs. Patmore make lunch for us if our lesson runs late." She held out a small picnic basket.

"That's no problem milady."

Sybil frowned and lowered her voice. "Oh Branson. You know I hate it when you call me milady."

"Well we have to keep up appearances until we're away from Downton Abbey."

She quirked an eyebrow and smirked at him.

"You're quite right."

Tom opened the door to the backseat, but she walked to the other side of the Renault and opened the door to the front seat. "Really Branson? How do you expect me to learn how to drive from the backseat? I need to be up front with you, so I can learn everything first hand." She climbed in and he followed. She settled in beside him as he released the brake.

"So Tom, what am I learning today?"

Tom looked at her and grinned. "Well if you're a quick learner, like you say you are, you should be able to learn everything today."

A sly smile was creeping onto her face. "Is that a challenge?"

His eyes turned back to the driveway ahead of him and gripped the steering wheel. "Maybe…"

Tom shifted gears and the teacher and student were off.

They were a considerable distance away from Downton Abbey when Tom started his lessons.

His hands were on the wheel as he was talking. He looked over at Sybil every now and again to make sure she was paying attention.

"Now the first thing you need to know is how to make a car stop and go. To go faster, you have to press the accelerator…"

She interrupted him. "Does the car ever run out of petrol?"

"Yes. You have to fill the tank every week. Like I was saying, to go faster, you have to press the accelerator…"

"How fast does this car go? Will the car break if you press the accelerator all the way?"

"This car can go a good speed. And, no. I don't think so, but it's probably not good for the car. Now back to the pedals…"

"How far will this car go on a full tank of petrol?"

"A far distance? Honestly Sybil, I don't know."

"How far?"

"Sybil. Do you want to learn how to drive or not?"

"I do. I just have a lot of questions."

"Let me explain first and then if you have any questions, I'll be happy to answer them."

Sybil sat quietly next to Tom for the next hour and a half while he gabbed about a gear stick, double-d clutching, and making sure you pay attention at all times. Tom looked over at Sybil and she was miles away.

"Sybil?"

Sybil reached over and placed her hand on his.

"I think I'm ready."

Tom looked over at Sybil and there was a fire in her eyes that he hadn't seen before. They were on a deserted back road when Tom pulled over. They got out of the car and switched spots. Sybil settled herself into her new seat and faced Tom. The hum from the car was the only thing saving them from falling into an awkward silence.

Tom was worried. He knew Sybil didn't pay attention. Letting her drive knowing full well that she had no clue what to do would was irresponsible, but she begged him to drive. "Think you remember most of it?"

Sybil took a deep breath in and exhaled. "I think I do."

Sybil turned the key and shut off the engine.

"Sybil? What are you doing?"

"I'm learning how to drive."

Sybil reached up and stoked his cheek. Tom froze.

'This isn't really happening is it?'

Sybil leaned in a pressed her lips to his. Her lips were so soft and supple. She pulled back and pressed her forehead to his.

"Teach me Tom…"

She placed her hand on his knee and slid it upwards. Tom gasped.

"I don't think I should…"

"Please Tom? For me?" She looked at him though her long eyelashes and bit her bottom lip. She ran her hand between his thighs and he let out a long groan.

'No Tom. This is a bad idea. She's the daughter of your employer. You can't possibly do what she's asking you to do. You're going to ruin her. Just tell her no. Tell her no Tom.'

Tom meant to say "no" but he choked out "okay" instead.

She took his hand in hers and opened the car door. She slid out of the front seat and he followed. She was about to open the door that lead to the backseat when Tom pinned her to the side of the car. He pressed his body to hers and his hands were each on the side of her head. Their eyes met.

"Sybil, do you know what you're asking me to do?"

Sybil ran her hands up his chest and laced them behind Tom's neck. "Yes. Teach me."

Desire ripped through Tom's body. He couldn't hold back any longer.

Their lips crashed together. Tom ran his tongue across Sybil's bottom lip, asking for permission. She opened her mouth and Tom's warm and wet tongue met hers. Sybil moaned into his mouth and Tom pressed his body closer to hers. His hands wandered from beside her head to her hips. He pressed his fingers into her hips and dragged them up to her breasts. He gently squeezed them through the layers of clothes and she broke the kiss to throw her head back in ecstasy.

"Oh god Tom…"

He took this opportunity to feast on the pale flesh of her neck. He fluttered kissed all over her throat and sucked the creamy skin of her neck. Sybil's hands found the back of his head and she ran her fingers though his hair. Tom removed one of his hands from her clothed breasts searched for the door handle that would open the back seat. He found it and turned it. He broke away from her neck and panted.

"Sybil. Backseat. Now."

The pair of lovers tumbled into the backseat and resumed their fevered kissing. He broke the kiss, removed the disheveled chauffer's cap off his head and his leather driving gloves. He started to unbutton his green coat when Sybil's delicate hand stopped him.

"Let me."

She unbuttoned the first button.

"What are you going to teach me Tom?

The second.

"What do you want to learn?"

The third.

"What can you teach me?"

The fourth.

"Depends on what you're in the mood for."

The last.

"Everything."

Tom shrugged out of his coat and Sybil's hands were on his broad chest. She felt his muscles through the layers of clothes.

Sybil leaned in for another kiss, but Tom pulled away. Feeling rejected, Sybil removed her hands from his chest and put them in her lap. Her eyes fell where her hands were.

"Love, look at me." He tilted her face to his. "What you're asking me to do has consequences. I want you to know that before we go on. We can stop anytime you want."

"I know Tom."

"So you want to keep going?"

A dreamy smile spread across her lips. "Yes."

The pair remained silent as they undressed each other. Sybil reached up and tugged on his tie. She slid it out of his waistcoat and pulled it off. He reached for her sweater and slid it off her shoulders. They sat closer to each other and Tom brought his hand to cup her face.

"Sybil…"

He leaned in to brush his lips on hers. When they broke away again, a feeling of overwhelming joy filled Tom and smiled. "I love you so much Sybil."

"I love you too Tom."

Sybil quickly unbuttoned his waistcoat and removed it. She pulled the braces off his shoulders and went to work un-tucking and unbuttoning his shirt. Tom un-tucked the blouse from her skirt. Sybil lifted her arms over her head and he pulled the soft silk away from her. Her blouse joined the pile of his clothes on the floor of the car. She giggled.

"I wish we didn't have to wear so many layers. This would go so much quicker."

Tom was beginning to lose his mind. There he was in the back of his favorite car with his favorite woman. Her hands removing his shirt while his were on her lower back fumbling with the button of her skirt. A "mmm…" was the only thing he could say.

He removed the last button on her skirt when she brushed the bulge between his legs.

His mind went blank. He needed Sybil now.

Tom pulled off his undershirt, removed his boots, socks and removed his trousers and drawers as fast as he could. He couldn't wait any longer. He needed to show Sybil how much he loved her. He wanted to worship every inch of her gorgeous body.

Sybil bit her lip as she watched her Tom remove his clothes. She groaned at the sight of his large cock. She reached down to pull her skirt off when Tom placed his hands on her hips.

"Let me, love…"

She stood up and Tom pulled her skirt off. He watched it as it dropped to the floor. Sybil pushed him back on the seat and straddled his legs; his hardness rubbed against the soft fabric of her chemise. She leaned in and licked the spot underneath his ear. She had him panting.

She lifted each leg and removed the stockings and shoes from her legs and her feet. Tom couldn't believe the feeling of her bare legs pressed against his. Her skin was so soft and smooth. He ran his hands up her thighs and he felt her wet knickers on his thighs.

'Oh god. I must have died and gone to heaven'

Her hands were swiftly working on the ties on the back of her corset. Tom took the time to admire Sybil's cleavage. She was better off than her sisters in the chest department. He rained kisses on the tops of the perfect mounds and ran his tongue in the valley between them.

"Tom…ohh…"

Sybil finally untied the corset and loosened the strings. The corset came off and her chemise followed close behind. All that was left between them was Sybil's silk knickers. Sybil stood up and pulled them down. She left stepped out of them and resumed her previous position on Tom.

Here they were. Tom and Sybil, naked as the day they were born, in the backseat of the Renault.

Young and blissfully in love.

Tom couldn't stop looking at her. Miles and miles of creamy skin, endless pools of blue, soft beds of dark hair. "Sybil, you're so beautiful…"

She wrapped her arms behind Tom's head and they launched into a passionate kiss. Their tongues battled for dominance as their hands wandered from their faces to their necks and lower. Tom's hands reached her breasts and Sybil moaned. He squeezed them and pinched her nipples as his mouth made its way to meet his hands. His mouth found her left breast and he licked the tip. Sybil sighed and held his face tightly to her chest. He took the nipple in his mouth and caressed it gently with his tongue and nipped at it with his lips.

Sybil was getting hotter and hotter. She grinded hard on his lap searching for the friction she so desperately needed.

His hand traveled lower to soft curls between her legs. He ran his fingers through her slit. The most delicious moan escaped from her lips. She was so wet. He pushed a finger into her core and Sybil let out a shriek of delight.

"More…"

Tom couldn't resist.

He pulled his finger out and plunged it back in, harder and faster. She was bouncing on his lap, wanting even more friction. He added another finger while his thumb searched for her clit. He found the swollen nub and rubbed it.

"OH MY GOD TOM!"

Sybil was on the brink. He could feel her start to pulse around his fingers. He couldn't let her come. Not yet. He wanted for them to find their release together. He pulled out his fingers and kissed her lips.

"I want us to be together first Sybil. Is that okay?"

She nodded and caught his earlobe in between her lips and tugged on it lightly. Her hand found its way down to his hardness and she lightly stoked him.

"OH GOD SYBIL!"

She wrapped her hand around him and squeezed him gently. Tom let a groan out.

Sybil smirked and whispered in his ear. "I told you I'm a quick learner."

A few more pulls and Tom was rendered speechless. As Tom was getting close, he finally found his words.

"Sybil…" He choked. "Love…ahhh…you need…yes…to stop…"

Sybil pressed a light kiss on Tom's lips.

"But why? This is so fun?" She squeezed harder and pulled a little faster. Tom gasped.

"I promise…" Tom was at the edge. At this rate he wouldn't last ten more seconds. "It's going to…oh god…get even…better…much better…when we're…together…"

With a pout, Sybil released him and laid down on the backseat of the Renault. Her hair was a mess all around her. Her skin glowed in the dark of the backseat. He took a moment to gaze upon the beautifully naked woman in front of him. Her long legs, the curves of her hips and waist, her firm bottom, her supple breasts, her soft lips, the soft curls between her legs…She was a goddess and she wanted him.

Her wonderfully raspy voice beckoned him. "Come my darling."

Tom couldn't hold back any longer. He crawled on top of her and kissed her. He grinded against her. His hardness rubbed against her core and she groaned in relief. He guided her hand to his hardness and she grasped him again. She aligned him to her core and she pulled him to her entrance. He sunk into her and groaned. She gasped as he stretched and filled her.

"Oh…yes…Tom…"

She was so tight and warm. She felt like heaven. She was writhing beneath him, urging him to thrust into her and take her. He felt her barrier of innocence and stopped.

"Please Tom…now…"

The sound of tapping at the window interrupted them…

Tom woke up with a start.

He was panting and covered in sweat. He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears. His skin was on fire and his cock was aching.

He checked the clock.

5:00 A.M.

'I still have half an hour.'

Tom closed his eyes, bit his lip, reached into his drawers…

"Oh…Sybil…"

…and finished the job.