A Spot Of Trouble (futa/male, futa/futa)

Futa/male, futa/futa, hyperinflation, hypercum, incest, silliness

As soon as she was distracted by the truffles, I slipped away from my Auntie Claire and into the reading room. I thoroughly enjoy parties, of course, but my Aunt Claire can make anything boring. It's truly a gift. I left her nattering away with some old biddy about whether or not jellies or jams were ideal on the latest culinary confection. I closed the door behind me - my Aunt would soon be on the warpath to search me out, and I hoped she would bypass this room if it was not obvious. But then a sound behind me made me turn, and I muffled a gasp.

He was a military man, and he had turned his head when I entered. I quickly checked my memory, and ah - yes, we had been introduced. Captain William Weatherstone was not nobility, but one must expect some degree of the lower classes at events like this, and he was said to be very competent. I suspected, however, that the way he filled out his uniform had more to do with his invitation than his abilities. He was very handsome, with broad muscular shoulders, a trim waist and a truly magnificent mustache for a man his age. And his uniform was exquisitely tailored.

But of course, I was forgetting myself! I blushed fiercely - imagine walking in on a man and simply staring! It would not do. I gave my best curtsy. "My apologies, Captain. Pray forgive me, but I did not expect to find anyone else here." And really, it was passing strange to find a military man here, of all places. I would have expected him to frequent the smoking room, rather than look through books.

He smiled back at me, and gave a competent, if rough, bow. "My Lady. I entirely failed to notice anything other than your beauty, so no apologies are necessary."

This made me blush even more fiercely - and well, really! The man must have been close to twice my age, and it was quite improper of him to say such things without anyone else present. But, well, he really is very handsome, and I could enjoy the complement, couldn't I? I decided to forge ahead. "Well, you have my thanks regardless. May I ask what you're doing here, among all these stuffy books?" I looked around with a bit of disdain - books are all well and good I suppose, but I can't imagine just sitting and reading them.

He gave me another smile, and I noticed with fascination that it made his mustache quiver. "Of course. You are..." and here he hesitated as he searched his memory, "Lady Priscella Biggensworth, correct? The viscount's third daughter?"

I hid a wince - I am his fourth daughter - but with the military I suppose one must make some allowances. Can you imagine though, being at the Princess's ball and not knowing who is who? Incredible. Still, it wouldn't do to leave him mistaken - Patricia is dull and married, and I am neither. But I favored him with a gracious nod and a winning smile. "His fourth, but no matter."

He nodded back to me. "Of course, of course, my lady. But certainly you'll find this interesting too." He turned back to the wall behind him, and stretched up, running his hand along the books. "I found here an account of your grandfather's campaign in the Indies - fascinating read really, it has some details on this maneuvers that I've never heard before. Here, let me just find it..."

I let his voice natter off, because my attention had shifted. The captain's coat had risen as he stretched, displaying to me absolutely the most delicious pair of buttocks I'd ever seen. Tight pants are in vogue for military dress, and I watched the play of his muscles as his cheeks shifted and bounced in fascination. And then I felt a twitch in my unmentionables, and realized with a start what I was doing. But by then it was too late, and I watched in horror as my dress tented up in front of me. I thought quickly. This simply would not do - I could not bare the shame of walking around with my... all-together on display. I interrupted the good Captain's monologue. "Captain, sir! I - that is, could you-" I floundered.

He turned and looked at me, and spotted the issue right away. His brows creased with concern. "My lady, are you quite alright? Is there anything I can do?"

I nodded back, miserable. Imagine this happening at the Princess's party! "Yes, Captain. I just have a... small feminine problem. You simply must help me!" I fluttered my eyelashes at him, and tried to look as though I might faint. It was best if I elicit as much sympathy as possible.

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