Charlotte ran the brush down the length of the zebra's back before lifting it back up and placing it back at the base of the neck to repeat the action. Except for the swishing of the tail, the zebra stood still.
"You're such a good boy, Jackson," Charlotte spoke softly into the animal's ear. "New shoes, a nice brushing, you'll be in tip top shape for leading the carriages on opening day."
She paused her arm upon hearing footsteps behind her in the barn. She turned and sighed upon seeing her older brother, "What do you want?"
"Papa said you were out here. Bridgette told him she saw you sneak out the kitchen when she turned back from the pantry."
"So what fun family activity do we have planned for today? A stroll on the boardwalk?" The girl returned to brushing the zebra.
Gustave tucked his hands in his pockets, "No. I thought you and I could do something, just us. Like we used to."
"I don't play with blocks anymore, Gustave. And you clearly don't play music anymore."
"That's not true. I play and compose songs all the time at Rose's house. They have a beautiful piano that doesn't get played much."
"Well, I wouldn't know since you don't visit," The girl ran her fingers through the zebra's mane. "You don't call enough either. It's not like Dada can't afford the phone calls."
"Well then maybe you and I should invent a new tradition. Something special just you and I do whenever I'm home."
Charlotte rolled her eyes, "And how often will that be, Goose? With you getting married, soon you'll have your own family."
"Charlotte…, please," he pulled his hands out of his pockets, wrapped his arms around the girl and picked her up, spinning her around. "I'll always have time for my favorite little sister!"
She shrieked and giggled as she kicked her feet out. The zebra started kicking and whining in return. "Put me down, you've done it now!"
The young man obeyed and Charlotte calmed the zebra down before leading him back to the stables. He took deep breaths as he ran his fingers through his hair. Where had all the time gone? When did that little deformed girl turn into a young lady? And me getting married and having a family?
"Besides I will have plenty of time for this…weekend specials of Mr. Gustave's Spectacular Automatons! Not quite human, not quite robot but featuring the quite real zebras of Phantasma!"
Charlotte's blue eyes lit up for just a second before she lowered them to the ground, "Don't promise something you can't keep." She kicked at the dirt.
"You'll see," He pulled her into a tight embrace. "You finish making those zebras pretty. I'm off to check on my automatons. They probably need some work."
"It's open!" Gustave called in response to the knock on the storage room door.
"Not anymore."
He looked over from the automatons he was entranced at to see Rose locking the door behind her.
"And just what are you doing?"
"I could ask the same of you, mister," Her light blue skirt swayed back and forth as she made her way around the work benches and sat down on the old dark green velvet couch. "I thought we were supposed to go test the rides today."
He sighed as he flopped down onto the couch beside her, "I couldn't leave this weekend with Charlotte mad at me so I told her I'd bring the automaton show back but only on the weekends. So I then had to come out here and check the status of them…and they are in such disrepair. More than I thought. The sea air has not been kind…I think I might have acted before thinking this through," he groaned as he buried his face in his hands. "I can't go back on my word."
Rose smiled as she pulled his hands away from his face, "You don't have to, Goose. Stay here, get the show put together."
"But I have a job! I can't just abandon it."
"This was your job before. And this is your family, our family. Father's books will not fall apart if you take some time off for this. Think of it as increasing returns on the investment." She leaned in and kissed him passionately.
Breaths between the two young lovers were swiftly labored as hands and tongues trespassed. The young lady smiled and giggled as she pulled away and slid onto the floor between her fiancée's legs.
"You locked the door didn't you?"
Her smiled widened as she nodded.
"Rose!" The boy exclaimed pulling at his hair as he leaned against the back of the couch.
"The first time we were caught together was backstage with your automatons. I'm not going to make that mistake again," she raised her hands to his groin and started unbuttoning his pants.
"Rose…" Gustave whispered placing his palm on her cheek.
"Yes," She smiled. She undid the final button on the fly of his pants and pushed them aside, her nimble fingers then rummaged through the fly of his drawers until she exposed his fully erect cock. She giggled, "You're already firm."
"I'm…sorry…I can't help it."
She wrapped her one hand around the base and squeezed lightly. Rose then lowered her lips to the tip of Goose's cock, finding it already damp. She kissed it again and again…she gave it one last peck kiss before opening her mouth and wrapping it around the tip. One light lick of the underside and Gustave groaned, pushing up into Rose's mouth. However, when she cupped her free hand around his sack, the boy jerked and pulled away.
"Rose, we shouldn't be doing this…we need…we need to wait till we are married…"
"Why?"
"Because God…because we are to be a respected couple, and such delights are meant for husbands and wives and we are not there yet…and I don't want us to end up…"
"End up like your mother and father, I know," Rose rolled her eyes and stood. "But what if I want to be like them, Goose?" She hiked her skirt over her knees as she sat down, straddling his lap. "They are passionate people, so in love and I want that with you." She pushed her loins down onto his exposed cock.
He leaned his head back against the couch and groaned, "Why do you tempt me? I want that too and we'll have it; just not right now…I can't…I can't put a child through what I went through. I can't disgrace you…your family…"
"Then touch me instead," Rose pushed his hand up her skirt guiding it between the gusset of her pantalettes. "Why would God put such a wonderful spot on my body if it wasn't allowed to be touched?"
The young man closed his eyes as his fingers fumbled around, "You're so wet…and that spot is called the clitoris…it should be right here…"
"Oh my Gosh!" Rose jerked up onto her knees.
Gustave opened his eyes to be met with her intense gaze, "Is everything alright? Based on what I remember from the anatomy books that's where it should be…"
"More than alright. I wasn't prepared for such an electricity through my body!"
"Just tell me if you need me to stop…or if you don't like it." The young man swirled his fingers in a circular motion on Rose's pleasure spot.
She lowered herself back down onto his lap, resting her head on his shoulder. "Firmer," she gasped rocking her hips to and fro against his hand.
"Like this?" he added his index finger alongside his middle finger pushing with a tenacity he usually saved for moving firm gears in the automatons.
Her eyes shut tight, toes curled in her boots and a high pitch whistle filled her head and the world around her turned white.
"Miss Jones, breath. You need to breath through the paroxysm," Dr. Morris' firm voice bounced off the walls of Rose's mind.
I don't want to breath! I don't want your hand! I want Goose's hand!
The girl's thighs trembled and unable to support herself anymore the crescendo of her paroxysm broke, her sex pulsing around her lover's hand as she cried out gasping for air. She sank down onto his lap before falling over onto the couch, kicking her legs up and over Goose's lap before letting them drop onto them.
Rose panted and gasped grabbing at her chest, pulling at the buttons of her shirtwaist, "I can't breath! I can't breath!"
"Rose, Rose! Are you okay?" Frantic Gustave finished unbuttoning her shirt and unhooked the top two gromets of her corset. "Is that better? Dear Lord, please let her breath, please forgive us!"
Her shallow breathing deepened and she rolled on her side and giggled, "Oh what a marvelous feeling!"
The young man sighed, "You had me worried!"
"Such elation, such relief!" Rose closed her eyes and smiled. She sighed and pulled her knees up to her chest. "I'm going to lay here for a while." She giggled again, "Oh Goose, do you know how happy I am?"
"I am rather confused; it looked as if you were experiencing sheer terror," Gustave adjusted himself, reserved to the fact that he was not finding relief today.
"In a way," She did not move or look up. "I have never felt anything so intense or pleasurable before. Work on your automatons, I will be recovered soon."
