It was not until the bedroom door opened that Vanessa appeared to return to her full senses, made to sit up and then-remembering her state of undress-sank quickly down again and peered over the edge of the bedclothes at her brother, who regarded her flushed face and tousled hair with wondering.
'My dear, are you well?' he asked.
The V… V… Vicar came', stammered Vanessa as if that were a sufficient excuse for her condition. 'I mean, he came and then I lay down and then-oh Reggie-I feel so strange!' burst she, producing a veritable flood of tears which caused him such concern that he immediately sat beside her on the bed and passed his hand across her moist forehead.
'What ails you, then?'
'I do not know, honestly I do not and-oh, forgive me', Vanessa uttered as his straying eyes fell to her drawers and crumpled dress.
As Reggie looked, he in turn flushed, for the drawers had by chance fallen in an 'open' position with the frilled legs apart and a distinct patch of moisture showing at the crotch.
'Ah', said he with something of a gurgle in his voice, for it must be said that, being only human, he had frequently heard the mysterious and not uninviting little sounds made by his voluptuously-bodied sister as she undressed. Now and then he had (all despite himself) imagined her attired only in a waist corset or stockings, and had even-with such guiltiness as often came upon him-envisaged her removing the very garment on which his eyes stayed.
'You wish the doctor?' he asked solicitously, a movement of his body then causing the bedclothes to glide down to reveal momentarily to his awoken gaze the creamy gourds of his sister's breasts whereon her pointed brown nipples peaked sharply and indeed, as it seemed to him, almost beseechingly.