Room 5, Tavern Room, The Backstreets, Boylston, England (1762)
Casimir DuChene awoke to a constant rapping at his door. Shaking off the grogginess of his previous night's follies, the young noble heir found himself face-to-face with his younger brother. It was quite impressive to see Alain visiting the seedy part of town for the second time that week but he seemed to have a good deal on his mind. The sleeping whores that lined the bed that Casimir got out of were tangled beneath the sheets and each other as he held the door open his naked body exposed for all to see. Alain rolled his eyes as Casimir could not resist offending his younger brother's rather delicate sensibilities. The long flowing golden hair that the handsome pale lad had inherited from his mother dangled over his broad shoulders that gave him a dashing physique courtesy of his deceased father when it came to genetics. Casimir smiled making his way over to a nightstand and pouring himself a glass of well-cured French liquor.
"So baby brother," he said taking a drink as he turned his attention back to Alain. "What brings you by, Mother send you out after me again?"
"I've come to ask you..." began Alain before noticing they had not been alone.
Casimir's enormously unrestrained appetite in all things unsavory had not surprised Alain much over the years, he simply chose not to indulge as per his own outlook on life and ignored what annoyed him the most about his brother.
"I've come to ask for your advice," replied Alain not wishing to discuss more with others in earshot.
Casimir seemed delighted that his brother had taken an interest at all that didn't result in brooding and harsh judgments.
"Come now little brother, what is it that you wish to discuss?" he asked.
Alain had been further reluctant to speak amid company and they ventured out onto the balcony in a bid to converse in private.
Curiosity had gotten the better of Casimir as he studied his younger brother.
"I have recently met the acquaintance of a rather strange woman," admitted Alain still uncomfortable with speaking about this aloud even to his brother. "She's got it in her mind that she wishes for me to teach her about painting and the like which would require us spending a good deal of time in private together."
Casimir let out a loud chuckle pleased to see the all too familiar nervousness in his brother that could only come from a young lad having close proximity to the opposite sex.
"Bloody hell," he said delightedly. "It's about time one of these fair maidens strike your fancy."
Alain's face turned red with embarrassment as he narrowed his eyes at Casimir.
"It's nothing like that." he insisted annoyed. "She just came from out of nowhere and insisted I teach her."
Casimir shook his head.
"You are such an insufferable prude it's almost comical," he said.
"You're enjoying this aren't you?" asked Alain narrowing his eyes at his brother.
"Immensely," replied Casimir with a smug smirk. "You wanted my advice and I shall give it to you, if this beautiful woman wishes to learn from you teach her and if it so happens that she wants to ride your shamefully virgin cock let her."
Alain had expected his brother to say something shamelessly vulgar, but this was beyond him at the moment.
"Don't think about it too much little brother," replied Casimir. "You'll run yourself ragged, a beautiful woman is quite possibly smitten with you and you know nothing of how to handle it of course I could meet with her if you'd like..."
"No!" Alain responded rather swiftly.
This amused Casimir to no end.
"So there is some attraction on your part?" he said delighted to gauge at least that much about his younger sibling. "Good, perhaps there is hope for you after all."
"Bloody sod," replied Alain having more than his fill of annoyance for the day.
"As I've said, if she just happens to want to ride your cock let her," repeated Casimir. "I guarantee it will be a life-changing experience for you and one you no doubt need after all this time."
Alain took his leave of Casimir not wishing to further weather his humiliation as he ventured back toward their family estate. He had no doubt that his brother would be far too busy at the turn of the afternoon and wanted to retreat from the world and back to his own private chambers to get ahold of his newfound wayward emotions.
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Alain's Private Chambers, The DuChene Estate, Leighton, England (1762)
It took quite a bit of maneuvering to avoid being spotted by any of the servants or his parents whom he had not seen since the previous evening. The last thing he needed was an awkward encounter with them after being so out of sorts when it came to meeting that strange Lass Noreen McCray.
Alain took a few moments to catch his breath as his mind once more began to wander back to the confined of the secret Grove and how easily she approached him with not a care in the world.
Try as he might dismiss the encounter as little more than a nuisance, he couldn't outright deny his sudden and unwarranted attraction to her.
She was a beautiful young woman all things considered and her forward manner wasn't in the least as off-putting as he made it out to be. In fact, he found her boldness rather refreshing. She wasn't shy about what she wanted and how she wanted it unlike most women at court that knew so very little of their own worth.
Alain wasn't as disconnected from the ranks of romantically inclined teenagers as he believed himself to be and found himself unable to describe Noreen as anything aside from a beautiful elegant young woman with eyes that appeared hypnotic in a sense.
Her gaze seemed to put him in a trance, even from memory and he could hear the not-so-subtle rapid beating of his own heart. His attraction seemed to include sweaty palms and a dry throat for all his trouble. No doubt symptoms of a sickness that he had no cure for.
Sitting alone with his private thoughts she returned to him and the Grove with her heart dead set on learning to paint from him. Another dilemma of sorts, he didn't know the first thing about instruction in painting and even less about how one behaved when in the presence of a woman.
Alain had not been given to his thoughts for long as a knock at his door signaled a jolt back into the real world and he carefully shuffled the mysterious Noreen back into the halls of his subconscious at least until he'd been alone again.
"Master Alain, are you alright?" Asked one of the male servants curious as to why the young man was avoiding coming down to eat.
Composing himself as best he could, Alain opened the door willing for his arousal to simmer down before having to address anyone for too long lest they get the wrong idea.
"I am quite well," he replied casually. "In fact, I was just headed down for something to eat, are you a lot currently serving?"
The servant who had gone by the name Geoffrey nodded. He was a young lad and seemed to have taken a liking to the Duchene-Remington family during his short history of employment.
Geoffrey wasn't a bad-looking lad, soft-spoken, and more than a little nervous around women, especially young women, and girls. He was mostly the one they sent to check up on Alain whenever no one could get ahold of him. This happened quite often due to his painting habit when he bothered to stay home and chasing him about required someone suited to go traipsing about the estate after to look for him.
Alain was quite fond of Geoffrey but suspected that Casimir had been a bit too fond of the lad as he frequently found his brother able to talk the gullible lad into any and every unseemly situation he could think of.
"Shall we venture forth then, Geoffrey?" asked Alain as he closed his bedroom door and attempted to descend the stairs.
Geoffrey followed not saying a word as per usual. He'd been a good servant, but not necessarily good with people that were not familiar to him or Alain himself.
As the two of them ventured into the dining hall, Alain did his best to put Noreen out of his mind, at least for the time being. He appeared to have been doing well until he noticed Casimir sitting at the end of the table in his usual seat with a wide smile filed across his face.
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The Dining Room, The Duchene Estate, Leighton, England (1762)
Sir Alfred seemed curious as he sat at the head of the table. Alana had been fashionably late as always and the servants were already preparing everything for the meal to commence. Alain took his seat hoping to be done with the events of the day long enough to enjoy his meal, but he had a sinking suspicion that he wasn't going to have an easy time of it.
"Alain, apparently you've finally seen fit to grace us with your presence," said Alfred eying his son suspiciously.
"Do take it easy on him old chap, he's had quite the day," added Casimir with a smirk.
Alain resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he took his place at the table. Fortunately, he only had to endure the awkwardness of the situation for a short time as his mother entered the room prompting everyone to get to their feet in respect.
Alfred moved to help her sit and both Casimir and Alain stood in respect as she sat Alfred made his way back to his seat and did the same. Once their parents were seated Alain and Casimir reclaimed their respective seats as well.
"Well now that everyone is in attendance, shall we begin?" asked Casimir already seeing to his knife and fork.
"It has come to my attention that you boys have been rather busy as of late," said Alana turning her attention from Casimir to Alain.
"It's more or less the usual for me." piped Casimir. "But it does appear that Alain has begun to fancy a young woman of great boldness."
Alain wished to throw his fork at his brother for turning all the attention back on him. While his parents were privy to the older lad's nightly romps with servant and whore alike they were less knowledgeable about whatever Alain had been up to.
"Is this true Alain?" asked Alana giving her youngest son her full attention. "Have you at last taken an interest in something besides your studies?"
Alain did his best to keep his annoyance in check.
"Mother I hardly know this girl and she's only requested that I show her how to paint," he replied defensively.
"At least there is some interaction," replied Alana seemingly delighted. "Perhaps you should invite her to dinner one of these days, I shall like to meet this girl that has your fancy."
"I don't fancy her....she's just...." realizing there was no use in trying to explain his rather curious situation, Alain turned his attention to his dinner while they chatted amongst themselves as if he had not been in the room.
Alfred seemed to beam with pride that his son had at last garnered female interest.
Casimir smirked as he ate and drank delighting in the fact that the family had something else to discuss at the table aside from his well-known exploits and follies.