Strange how negative forces can hold a family together...
Were it not for avarice and hypocrisy the scattered members of the Wellington family would have remained strangers forever. Add incestuous lust to the list of forbidden values and the intrigue becomes more barbed and personally sinful.
The Family Captive is the story of a woman's moral fight to uphold decency in a family scrambling after an uncle's riches as they gather for a weekend to await the naming of Uncle Nick's executor of his will. Will it go to George the alcoholic gambler and his ex-chorus girl wife Karen, or to Dirk, the conscientious contractor and his ambitiously moral wife Cindy?
It's tooth and nail, brother against brother, vying for Uncle Nick's riches, bowing to his wishes in hopes of being named the chosen brother... until the crafty, lustful elderly uncle uses his money to bait the weakest soul and touches off a nightmarish evening. He, with Karen's help, hold Cindy captive, forcing her into lesbian love and physically abusing her. The discovery of this debauchery leads to an incestuous climax that shakes the branches of the Wellington family tree.
Prepare yourself for a bawdy and sensually thrilling experience in the following pages of Edward Mitchell's latest novel.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
One could not be in the same room with Nick Wellington without being made to feel like an utter fool. Even Charger, his orange tabby cat, kept a safe distance.
The man was not cruel in the traditional sense; indeed, his generosity was obvious. He was an insufferable tease whose acidulous, benign sense of humor made him unanimously unpopular on his branch of the family tree and, were it not for the unmarried uncle's vast holdings in real estate and the stock market, neither of his nephews would be here now at Uncle Nick's stonewalled Vermont summer home.
The family had had enough of him. Four times married, four times divorced, Uncle Nick was still bloated with money and watched with snickering amusement as his nephews bowed and scraped before him in hopes of winning his favor and his money. Nobody had yet succeeded, despite the old man's promises in that direction.
Uncle Nick exuded good humor and sprinkled his conversation with titillating hints regarding the destiny of his empire. He was a first class manipulator who could tease anyone into trusting him, then dangle that trust's rewards in front of their noses like the proverbial carrot before the horse, later only to laugh when humiliated, they snapped at empty air and rusted words.
The last laugh was always Uncle Nick's, and he was having the last laugh now. Everyone knew it, including Charger who lazed before the blazing fieldstone fireplace with fixed eyes.
Nephews Dirk and George and their wives were gathered in the living room about the fireplace on this wintery November afternoon. Wellington was about to announce which of the two brothers would become executor of his will and, considering the old man's penchant for game playing, both parties feared the worst. The foursome had arrived at eight o'clock the night before and now, twenty four hours later, the uncle had yet to broach the subject. The room was electrified with tension.
Unobtrusively, the maid glided to the large fireplace where Dirk and his wife Cindy were standing, and offered them another round of drinks. Dirk shook his head negatively and cast his eyes toward the sliding oak doors separating Uncle Nick's study from the hardwood floored living room. The maid read the irritation on Dirk's wrinkled brow and offered the information that Mr. Wellington would be joining them shortly. Instantly she floated over to Dirk's brother George and his wife Karen sitting on the sofa and refreshed their drinks.
Over the rim of a martini glass and through the haze of cigarette smoke the two brothers exchanged emotion-charged glances. They were being pitted against each other, vying for the larger bite of Uncle Nick's estate and it left an irksome, squirmish sensation in the pit of each's belly. Both wanted and needed the money for personal reasons.
"Why don't you have a drink, honey, to settle your nerves," suggested Cindy, a bubbly blonde headed woman glancing lovingly up into her husband's deep set gray eyes. To see her husband in such a mental state sent a gush of emotion through her lush young body. She reached over and squeezed his arm assuredly.
Cindy had married the upcoming contractor after two years of secretaryship to Wellington Contractors. She had seen the business grow from single family dwelling to multi-million dollar resort contracts. Dirk needed the executorship money to snatch up a stretch of beach front property on the Big Island of Hawaii to construct a maze of condominiums, and it was with an unconsciously smug expression that Cindy leveled her eyes on the worried face of her brother-in-law upending his third drink across the room.
"A drink is the last thing I need. Christ, I'm nervous as a virgin on her wedding night." Dirk drew long and deep on his cigarette, his face fixed seriously.
"Don't worry, honey," cooed Cindy confidently, deliberately raising her voice.
"Uncle Nick knows better than to turn his estate over to a loser!"
"Cindy!" Dirk hissed. "He is my brother!"
Cindy flushed and smiled apologetically at her in-laws. True, she shouldn't be so critical of George, even if Dirk had bailed him out of debt repeatedly paying off irate bookies and repossessing family heirlooms pawned about the city. Whether it was this infantile disrespect for money or the social embarrassment of being related to a noted gambler was difficult to say.
Cindy, a high competitive and resourceful woman viewed such wantonness as unequivocally wasteful and unforgivable; likewise, a nascent abhorrence for game playing made her one of Uncle Nick's favorite victims. She had accepted this weekend invitation for Dirk's sake. To support a husband when the going got touch was part of being a female, according to Cindy, and she fancied herself to be the practical side of Wellington Contractors. By nature Dirk was a brooder, a worrier; he needed a woman with mental stamina to back him in weak moments... and this was one such moment.
The sound of crinkling leather broke Cindy's concentration as George and Karen lifted from the leather sofa and sauntered over to the fireplace. George was stockier than his older brother and the plaid of his wool blazer stretched tightly over his pectorals. He had a high forehead and slightly receding hairline, with an optimistic almost comic mobile face that could change expressions in the blink of an eye. Little red veins mapped his bulbous nose from late night excesses in gambling casinos and smokey, ringside seats.
His wife Karen was almost as tall as George and slightly taller and noticeably more voluptuous than her blonde sister in law. She had luminous blue-green eyes and shimmering raven hair worn loose and carefree as the woman herself. A clinging emerald green knit sheath with a flirtatious slit up the thigh hugged and caressed her lush breasted body, accentuating the easy natural sway of her tight-mooned buttocks.
Cindy felt her breath trap in her lungs from Karen's perfumed presence. Over the rim of her cocktail glass Cindy viewed the svelte bodied woman critically. That Karen had not worked since George snatched her out of a Las Vegas chorus line to make her his wife soured Cindy's faith in the Protestant work ethic beyond measure. Always she had felt uncomfortable around the woman and now the thought that Dirk's latest 'loan' to his brother had probably paid for that green designer dress while she, Cindy, sewed her own, made her seethe with a sense of injustice.
Karen tutted. "I'm bored out of my mind sitting around doing nothing," she complained, rolling false eyelashes at the ceiling.
"We could play a hand of poker, but I'm afraid I'd beat the pants off you, brother," chuckled George, shoulders heaving. After overhearing his sister-in-law's jibe, he had to sneak in one of his own.
The suggestion was not well taken by Cindy. Garnering composure, she asked with strained politeness: "What do you suppose is keeping Uncle Nick?"
Karen's glossy lips drew up into a succulent smile and thrusting out one hip, rested her hand on it, the firelight playing up and down the sleekly stockinged calf. "You can never tell what that man is up to," she said with authority.
"I think he's playing with us again, George. I don't have time for this nonsense. I have to be on the site Monday morning," grumbled Dirk, butting out his cigarette.
Hearing that, Cindy cast him an urgent glance, complacency quickly fading. It would be cruel that circumstance alone should determine the outcome of the weekend's decision, when Dirk was clearly the better choice.
"I get the feeling," said George rattling the ice cubes in his glass nervously, "that Uncle Nick has something up his sleeve. He's probably sitting behind those doors laughing at us, waiting for Dirk and I to start punching each other out." The hefty man beamed fraternally and slapped his brother on the shoulder in a display of affection. "But you can't separate brothers, can you, Dirk?"
"Frankly, I've never trusted the man," interrupted Cindy despising the way George always buttered up to his older brother. "He could keep us here all week and who's to say he'd ever make a decision." She drummed her pink polished fingernails on the crystal of her cocktail glass, pale eyes beneath long fluttering eyelashes shooting toward the sliding oak doors behind which sat Uncle Nick.
The foursome shared that similar itchy feeling that something was amiss; once more they were caught in Uncle Nick's sticky web. This was not the first time the family had been called together to settle the question of where the money would go, only to have the decision aborted by outside circumstance... a legal document forgotten in his New York City apartment, a sudden attack of asthma. And for that duration of time, it was brother pitted against brother in the greedy race for Uncle Nick's estate. As always, it was an utterly useless waste of time at the expense of frazzled emotions.
"I can't imagine anyone being attracted to that old goat," put in Cindy with a merry laugh, trying to lighten the atmosphere and obliquely instigate a common bond between she and Karen that would obliterate the earlier snipe leveled at her brother-in-law's gambling habits. Compared to Uncle Nick's spicy vices, George's were mild.
Karen raised her eyebrows. "Oh, I don't know," she smirked, tapping her fingers on her drink glass. "The man has definite as- sets " Totally taken aback, Cindy excused herself and headed for the guest bathroom on the first floor. Despite her outer veneer of unmarried confidence, she had the screaming meemies inside. Dirk just had to be appointed executor of the will! In this, as in all other of his endeavors, she would stop at nothing to further his success!
Just before reaching the bathroom door down the hall, the sliding oak doors rumbled open and Uncle Nick sauntered out, his pudgy thumbs hooked in the armholes of his vest. As usual he was dressed in a well pressed suit, his goatee trimmed to perfection, a monocle clamped in one eye socket.
"Well, well... Cindy, aren't you looking lovely this afternoon?"
Cindy fought back the seething urge to remind him that this was not afternoon, it was well into the evening and the blue wool A-line dress she wore was yesterday's outfit as well. Added to that charge was a gnawing hunger and frustration from having waited all day for Uncle Nick's awaited appearance. Still, she smiled solicitously. "How are you this evening Uncle?"
Uncle Nick revelled in Cindy's hypocritical smile. Something in the woman's sexual naivete sparked the lecher in him and he returned her beatific grin with a toothy one. "Just fine, love, just fine. I trust the four of you are having a fine time socializing?" His paunchy belly shook with laughter.
"I'll join you in a minute... " Turning on her heel, Uncle Nick watched the ripely swaying buttocks of his nephew's wife disappear down the hallway, then turn right at the bathroom door. His watery eyes seemed to glitter strangely in the soft reflection of the hallway light and he thoughtfully stroked his gray goatee.
His entrance into the living room was that of a grand duke addressing his serfs. His face wore an amused expression, his twinkling ice blue eyes darting from one slack jawed face to the next, settling at last on Karen's sultry grin as she blew cigarette smoke through her flaring nostrils and fixedly outstared him.
"Evening, family," Uncle Nick said with a nod. "Sorry to keep you waiting, but something has come up I'm afraid."
One could hear the collective groan ripple between the brothers.
"Oh?" George forced a smile of sympathetic concern.
"I'm afraid, nephews," began Uncle Nick rocking on his heels, hands clasped behind his back, "we have a slight delay in plans." He glanced bemused from one disappointed face to the other, paused to smack his lips and continued. "I've spent the entire day shuffling through papers in my study until it came to my attention that my lawyer failed to draw up the final papers on the executor agreement. Imagine that! The two of you will have to fly back to the city and pick it up before we can continue with our business."
George's smile faded and he and his brother locked eyes for a split second in which time the common thought communicated itself in a blink of the eye. Uncle Nick was up to no good, but the slight chance that this weekend was indeed a serious endeavor on his part to settle monetary affairs was enough to soften the edge. They had to go... or kiss that money goodbye.
"George and I will be happy to go, Uncle," returned Dirk firmly.
"We could have done it yesterday!" George was clearly irked. The heavy weight champion fights were scheduled for that Monday night and he wanted to get back by Sunday night in time to put a couple hundred on his man.
"That's okay, baby," cooed Karen Wellington squeezing her husband's arm. "I'll stay here and entertain Uncle Nick while you and Kirk pick up those papers."
A quick flash of something covert passed between man and wife, a knowing look that was not lost on the wily Dirk Wellington. He wondered what effect on the future leaving his wife alone with Karen and Uncle Nick would have and the speculation gave him a slight twinge of uneasiness.
Dirk was not the only person in that room deliberating the near future. Uncle Nick stroked his goatee, eyeing his nephew's lush bodied wife and inwardly leering with carnal satisfaction at his crafty maneuvers. He and Karen shared a tacit understanding of each other's prerogatives and egoistic routes to satisfaction, and the agreeable arch of her eyebrows synchronized with the word 'entertain' put him on the alert. His lawyer actually had neglected to draw up that paper, but any fool knew that aside from legal aspects, the decision could be witnessed without it being signed. The point was, these young fools could be bullied into believing anything as long as money was involved and that consequently, he could get the boys out of the house for the night, leaving their sumptuous wives behind. And Karen had immediately understood what was desired of her and flipping her head of raven hair, had as much as screamed... I'm hot and Fm ready...
One thing remained to be proven: Uncle Nick wasn't certain how much of Karen's acquiescence was based on the greed to win the executorship for George and how much of it was bold, incestuous lust. That mattered not. What the Las Vegan chorus girl failed to understand because of myopic narcissism is that his decisions had nothing to do with getting a woman in the sack. He simply delighted in using the threat of sex to belittle an arrogant bitch, breaking her will until she grovelled submissively at his feet. To see a woman get on her knees, stripped of pride and self control, was as delicious as the actual act of sex. The power of manipulation, the sense of supremacy... that made him orgasm as much as the feel of a woman's tight vagina milking his balls dry. The man couldn't get enough of it.
With Karen, however, force would be superfluous. One look at her and anyone could sense she was ready for sex--any kind, any partner, any time. Uncle Nick recalled the night she and George had stayed the night here in Vermont; George, as usual, was in debt up to his knuckles, bookies on his back, car repossessed, apologetic and pathetic begging to be bailed out. A show of female thigh at the dinner table and a warm foot crawling up his leg to nestle against the spongy sac of his testicles had warmed his heart to the no good nephew; that night Uncle Nick had crawled into the sack with Karen while her distraught husband drank himself to oblivion downstairs, and screwed her every way but Sunday.
Karen claimed George knew about these episodes, but who could say with authority? Some things were best left unsaid and Karen's loose-hipped morals and George's penchant for chorus girls fell into that category, in Uncle Nick's estimation.
That left Dirk and his Pollyanna wife to reckon with. Any fool knew the older Wellington brother was the better choice for the job, but to concede to that fact would spoil the fun. Oh, and his ripe assed little wifey was hot for her hubby to make it big!... greedy little cunt that she was. For an instant Uncle Nick imagined how Cindy had looked in the hallway all smiles and sugar, and the urge to add her to his list of conquests added a punch to the seething sac of sperm dangling between his thick thighs. Her natural pie-eyed beauty and perky nosed arrogance was stunning, her blonde curls literally blinding him with the incestuous desire to run his fingers through her locks, bury his nose in it. If he knew women, he detected a dormant hot streak in her, though she was single-mindedly in love with her boring husband, naively confusing love with sex. No doubt about it... Dirk and Cindy were non-swingers. Which was more important to Cindy--fidelity or money--that was the nugget of the debacle.
If he and Karen were discovered in a compromising situation, would Kirk and Cindy be shocked to the point of packing it up and thumbing their noses at his money? The ambitious, straight-laced types were the most difficult to predict, and of course the uncertainty of his suppositions frustrated Uncle Nick.
His lecherous mind fabricated lesbian scenes of the naked raven haired harlot and the blonde nymph lusciously tangled up in bed with him between them... fighting over possession of his bloated genitals. God damn, old boy, the elder Wellington congratulated his adventurous libido... start thinking of a way to do it! Uncle Nick stroked his goatee, his mind churning up lusty plots.
Karen, he knew intuitively, was a gutter whore at heart, a willing and able bodied accomplice fit for the task. That raven haired honey would snap at the chance to reduce her hoity-toity sister-in-law into a grovelling sex hungry bitch... if only for the sex of it. That the sister-in-laws were less than best of friends was a fact as obvious as George's lust after money.
The mere thought of his plot made his penis stir with ripe anticipation. If these little ladies thought they could get their hands on Uncle Nick's money without working for it they had another thing coming whether they knew it or not!
CHAPTER TWO
George Wellington had a good idea of why his sultrily grinning wife was so eager to stay behind and keep Cindy company. As much as he appreciated her wifely support, he wished it didn't have to take the form of sleeping around so much. True, she had balled the pants off a few bookies to keep them off his back, and had cringed at the shit eating grin on Ralph's face when Karen had let him out of the bedroom, but he wasn't so naive not to know the moment he left with Dirk, Karen would be hot to hump Uncle Nick.
What the hell, he reasoned; he'd done his share of fucking around. Who was he to lock a chastity belt on his wife? Just once, however, he would like to see his wife play hard to get and it would serve the old goat right to limp around with a foot long hard-on and nowhere to stick it. With Cindy here without her husband and needing companionship, Karen might not have the chance to sneak off into dark corners, leaving Uncle Nick high and dry and frustrated. It would almost be worth giving up the chance for the executorship to see that happen... even if Karen swore up and down that her peccadilloes with the dirty old man had been in her husband's best financial interest.
"I guess I should be packing," Dirk said resignedly.
"I'm afraid so." Uncle Nick slapped his nephew on the back. "I'll be worth your while, nephew," he burst magnanimously.
Dirk's eyebrows arched at the insinuation. It was silly that both he and George fly back to the city but he couldn't argue with Uncle Nick or flatly refuse. Behind his flickering eyelids he saw the pounding surf of Hawaii and grinned complacently until he fantasized explaining his sudden departure to Cindy. There were times he wished he was still a bachelor.
Uncle Nick removed the monocle from his eye and grinned a Cheshire smile at his nephews. "Come, boys, let's have a drink first." He glanced about the room and frowned. "What the hell happened to the maid?" he grumbled, shook his head until his jowls flapped and then leveled a winning smile at Karen and guided her toward the kitchen. "Help me fix a tray, Mrs. Wellington. I'm a bull in a china shop when it comes to kitchen."
Disgruntled and seething within, George watched the ripe moons of his wife's buttocks swagger salaciously into the kitchen beyond. Damn her... !
* * *
Cindy Wellington took longer than usual running a hairbrush through the golden waves cascading about her slender shoulders. Satisfied, she tucked the brush back into her handbag, set it on the glass shelf and inspected her image with haughty cynicism in the full length dressing mirror.
Abruptly her hand flew to her mouth. The top button of her bodice had loosened and the white lace of her brassiere was sticking up for the world to see! With a grunt of dismay she fastened it carefully, a lurid chill passing through her body, followed by a blush as she wondered how Uncle Nick had interpreted exposure of her private parts... the ripe swell of her creamy bosom pushed together in an exaggerated cleavage from the modest tightness of her support. My god, she must have appeared indecent, cheap, whorish! She only hoped the wily old man hadn't assumed that she was trying to throw herself at him in hopes of winning the executorship for Dirk. The family grapevine had it that it didn't take much to get the old man's motor racing in fourth gear. That a man his age still engaged in sex seemed immoral.
Examining the seams in her stockings for straightness, Cindy nervously brushed down her dress with quick, hurried motions and left the bathroom. Instead of heading for the living room, she detoured toward the kitchen to get a glass of water. The heavy oak door was slightly ajar and she heard a scuffling sound followed by a huskily breathed "mmmmmmaaahhhh... " Cindy frowned disapprovingly, thinking that an inappropriate noise for a maid to be making.
Stepping nearer, curiosity ripe, she pressed her perky nose between the door and its jam. Abruptly her eyes slitted demeaningly and her jaw dropped open in shock.
Her sister-in-law was standing with her back to Cindy, her big breasted front buried in Uncle Nick's chest, their arms twisted together like vines. They were kissing and nuzzling and squirming their bodies together with all the hunger of two adolescents in the back seat of Daddy's car in a drive-in movie. Cindy felt as if she were transfixed on the passionate disgrace not five feet away. She could see the quivering flesh of Karen's smooth ass cheeks and slender thighs as they ground hungrily against the old man's bulging loins, and Uncle Nick's muscular thighs pressing against the sensuous ex-chorus girl's hips with unmitigated desire.
For a moment Cindy thought she might faint with outrage. Suddenly Uncle Nick stopped, pulling away from the hungry embrace of his nephew's wife, and Cindy choked with the fear of being discovered spying on the shameless twosome. She watched Uncle Nick look Karen directly into her sloe eyes, his own icy blue orbs flashing brightly and a thin sardonic smile etching his thin lips above the bush of his goatee. "You agree then...?"
Cindy heard him ask.
Karen was quick to nod. "Oh, yes, Uncle Nick... yess... "
"Uncle Nick's eyes narrowed. "To all of it... on my conditions?"
Karen tittered. "I can't wait to start! Oh, it's such a nasty idea... I can't wait to start!"
Uncle Nick snickered. "You already have, darling, you already have." He swept his nephew's wife back into his arms again, oblivious to the voyeur spying from the doorway. He mashed his tensile lips down on Karen's succulent ones and Cindy gawked in wide-eyed stupefication as the uncle reached one educated hand down and around to cup possessively one of the woman's smoothly rounded buttocks. Horrified, Cindy saw his pudgy outstretched middle finger dip into the cloth-covered crevice, slowly caressing up and down between her trembling ass cheeks. Karen's thighs began to rotate automatically, at first from side to side and then in ball bearing circles as she ground her abdomen into his thrusting loins faster and faster...
Bile of disgust rose in Cindy's throat; she could tolerate the sight of them no longer! It was more than revulsion she experienced at their illicit display. Gritting her pearly teeth, she had to admit that at least a part of her was sharing the joy of Karen's passion. A tingling warmth began deep within her vagina begin to moisten. Her nipples beneath the lace brassiere she wore were hardening into diamond chips as little sensations of arousal coursed through her breasts. She hated herself for this unwanted but involuntary emotion, feeling grubby, soiled... almost as if she had cheated on her own dear husband!
Horrified, Cindy backed away toward the stairs, feeling doubly damned by their repulsive display and her own humiliating response. Whirling around, she dashed up the steps as fast as her legs would carry her, gulping down the moan that rose in her lungs. Worse than the incestuous obscenity, worse than her own response was the true horror that Karen was throwing herself at Uncle Nick in hopes of winning the executorship for her husband!
It was inexcusable, undemocratic, cheating! But it seemed to be working. The horny old goat was falling for Karen's cheap passions hook, line and sinker and though Cindy had not heard the exact terms of their sneaky agreement, it smelled of rotten eggs. Dirk would have to here about this!
Oh, he hated to hear about what a slut his sister-in-law was. Anger welled within Cindy Wellington's heaving chest, a fury and frustration which brought her to the brink of tears. She could see the Hawaii property slipping from her reveries because of Karen's indecent trickery. Cindy balled up her petite hands into fists and squeezed until her polished fingernails dug into the palm of her sweating hand. That her dreams and Dirk's future should be jeopardized by Uncle Nick's lust was infuriating. Certainly she couldn't surrender herself to Uncle Nick's lust... a lust which would cease only when he had spewed his dirty sperm deep into her most sacred flesh. No... not Cindy Wellington! Never!
At the top of the stairs Cindy slammed the bedroom door shut, then leaned her back against it as if to lock out the scene she had witnessed in the kitchen below. But the vision clawed at her dizzied mind despite her desire to blot it out.
To lessen her horror, she tried to make excuses for Karen's sluttish behavior, but no way about it, it was sex for the sake of sex grunting down there in the kitchen. The notion of good and evil had been taught by the ruler in Parochial school and for that reason she had remained a virgin until the night she and Dirk had wed. Oh, she had let a few boys unclasp her brassiere and content themselves with above the waist activities, but that's where it stopped... hands down.
And she had been proud of her purity, offered it to Dirk on a silver platter. In return she asked that he be patient with her ignorance and not force her into any of those wicked perverted positions which some uninhibited people indulged in. Married or not, the bedroom was not a playroom for Cindy Wellington.
Yet beneath that smooth veneer she was far from being a frigid woman. Once Dirk agreed to her conditions, she gave herself eagerly to him and their honeymoon had been pure bliss. Nothing in the world had ever felt as wonderful as Dirk's hotly throbbing penis stretching her tight hymen to the point of bursting and then slipping smoothly up inside her ecstatic little cunt. The electric friction he caused her raced wildly through her belly, and she learned to relax her tense inner muscles to allow him deeper entry. With each stroking motion, she had been able to feel Dirk's loving cock swell with greater hardness, until finally he shot his thick, hot semen far up into her womb in gushes of satisfaction.
Thus, her first sexual experience proved the righteousness of those years of denial and staunch discipline. Cindy's was a narrow, prudish philosophy toward sex. To have saved herself for the right man and the right moment had been heavenly once... and it would always remain thus. Therefore, to have seen Uncle Nick and Karen together mauling each other--especially considering the dirty, underhanded reasons behind it-was shattering. What in the world was she thinking of to feel sexually aroused at that disgusting display? No answer would come.
It was chilly in the cottage and she decided to change into a warmer outfit... wool perhaps.
Shivering with bewilderment, Cindy stripped off her dress and wearing only her thin white panties and lace brassiere, she reached down to open her suitcase. She was in that provocative, half nude position when the door abruptly opened and a blanch faced Dirk sauntered in. Immediately Cindy straightened, swiveling around with a nylon robe clutched defensively to her breasts, a look of alarm on her face.
"God! You scared me, Dirk!"
"Sorry!" he said timidly, surprised to find his wife in the bedroom without a robe. Cindy always wore a robe.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" she gasped, rummaging around in the suitcase for something to hide her nudity.
Dirk shook his head, depressed over the idea of telling Cindy he was forced to leave immediately with George on what could be another of Uncle Nick's wild goose chases.
"Well... I... " he started, scratching his head, then countered by asking her what she was doing half nude in the bedroom.
Cindy felt her chin begin to tremble and, with a gasp, sat down heavily on the side of the bed to try and stifle the guilt at having run from the situation. Clutched to her breasts was her robe, wadded up in tightly clenched fists.
"Gosh, what's the matter, honey?"
Cindy shook her head numbly, her mind whirling as she tried to find the words to describe what she had seen. And he must be told, to warn him of what his sister-in-law was doing to them behind their backs! The robe fluttered from her fingers and floated to the floor; Cindy sat dumbly watching it, head bowed, clenching her hands into tight little fists until she could feel her nails biting into the palms of her hands.
"Cindy... what's wrong?" Dirk was all concern and love, the trip to the city forgotten momentarily. Sitting down on the bed, he took one of her hands, opened the fist, and slipped his fingers between hers. "I've never seen you like this, honey."
"Well, maybe when you h-hear what y-your s-sweet sister-in-law did, you'll understand!" whimpered Cindy, feeling anger well within her body. "Wh-what would you think if I told you Karen and Uncle Nick were having an affair!" She let it out in a gush, then covering her face with her hands, wept openly and bitterly.
"Karen and Uncle Nick? You've gotta be putting me on!" Dirk's snicker suddenly blanched to a nameless expression. "Oh cripes... that settles who'll get the executorship!"
"Is that all you can think of?" Cindy stiffened. "Doesn't decency and... and morals and fidelity mean anything to you, Dirk?"
"But I thought you wanted me to--"
"Of course I want you to get that extra money so that you can go ahead with your investment, but it's not a matter of life and death... " Dirk screwed up his face in incredulity. "And morals and fidelity is?"
Cindy's face went smooth and tight with indignation. "Dirk Wellington, doesn't our marriage mean anything to you! How would you feel if that was me flinging myself at that horny old goat, rubbing my br--" She stopped abruptly, paling at her loose flow of words.
Dirk felt trapped. "The point is, honey, it wasn't you and besides, Uncle Nick's been married four times. He's not about to be fooled by Karen's playing around."
"But it's unfair, Dirk. Dirk, you have to do something about this... you can't let the family name be ruined because of that, that slut! It's bad enough George is an alcoholic gambling addict. This could ruin your business reputation, honey... think of it!"
Dirk scratched his head, buying time for the upcoming retort. "Listen, I can't tell Uncle Nick how to handle his affairs, and as for Karen, she can take care of herself."
"Dirk!"
"Well, she can. In a sense, she's like you, honey. She goes after what she wants in life... it's just a matter of what's important to you."
"We're talking about incest, Dirk Wellington, not business!" Dirk threw up his hands. "I'm not her husband, I can't tell her what to do for Chrissakes!" A crooked smirk grew across Dirk's handsome features. "The old man's still got it, huh?" His shoulders heaved with chuckling.
Sniffling, Cindy squinted at her husband, her pretty face drawn tight with disbelief. "Tell me," she said calculatedly, "would you go to bed with Karen if she offered herself to you? Would you, Dirk Wellington?"
The question hit Dirk totally off guard. His brain, already steaming from Cindy's revelation, began overcharging from the image of what it would be like to crawl between the sheets with his brother's wife. Cripes, Karen exuded sex like musky perfume which made any man crave her for pure instinctual-lust. Would he screw Karen if given the" chance?
This time he couldn't lie. "To be honest with you, honey. I don't know."
"Dirk!-You can't mean that!"
Dirk studied his wife's trembling features and the tears stinging her blue eyes, and like a child caught cheating before his mother, he felt ashamed and guilty. He loved and respected Cindy, needed her to get him over the bumps and pitfalls of life. She was strong willed and extremely judgmental, whereas he was moody and often self pitying. Cindy deserved a more loving answer than what he'd offered, and if the past was any indication of future consequences for this admission, he knew there would be hell to pay. Still, the idea of sinking his cock into his sister-in-law's hot little pussy might be worth the consequences.
Dirk raised his eyebrows and smacked his lips concentratedly, staring at his wife out of the corner of his eye. "I know how you feel about messing around, honey. I shouldn't have made a joke of it."
Cindy's belief in her own self righteousness and rigid morals was as yet uncontested in this her twenty-sixth year of life, and she wasn't about to watch those beliefs be eroded by a cheap sister-in-law who couldn't keep her hands to herself. She needed Dirk to share her load of marital responsibility. Sometimes it was so darned hard! She clung to her husband needfully, whimpering into his ear. "You... you wouldn't want me to seduce Uncle Nick f-for the sake of getting the money?"
"Oh, don't be silly, Cindy. It would never come to that."
Of course Fm being silly, she thought. But I want to hear that you would beat me, leave me, treat me like a whore if I did anything that disgusting. Is my husband insinuating that he wouldn't mind if I slept with Uncle Nick? Would I if the chance presented itself? God... how sinfully debased and immoral!
Cindy hugged her husband tenaciously, shuddering inside from the sexual stimulation that dreaming of something utterly forbidden gives... even if that something is forced upon one. She valiantly fought down the little pinpricks of excitation that the lewd thought of making love to the wealthy old man was causing in her loins, refusing that she could be aroused by such incestuous fantasies. She couldn't admit them to herself and she couldn't admit them to Dirk, for if she did what would- he think of his straight-laced wife then?
She needed his masculine strength to maintain her faltering female defenses. "I love you," she whispered hotly, kissing the smooth expanse of his cologne scented neck and running the warm tip of her tongue in salacious circles.
"I love you, too, baby," he retorted, pulling away. "But I'm afraid Uncle Nick has pulled another fast one. I have to leave for the city with George."
"Go to the city with George? Oh, no, Dirk!
You can't leave me alone with--"
"Please be reasonable, honey," he said, squirming on the bed. "I'll be back by tomorrow and then this mess will be settled for once and for all."
"Tomorrow!" Cindy, at nerves end from all that she had seen and heard and felt in the past ten minutes, trembled with anguish and dismay. A single tear ran down her reddened cheek. "Don't go, Dirk. Tell him you can't... tell him anything but don't leave me alone with them!"
Dirk had never seen his wife in such a weakened state; hysteria was not her fashion. "Cindy, I can't do that, you know better," he tried to soothe, though utterly unsuccessfully. Slowly he rose to his feet, removing his sports coat and working at the knot of his tie. "Together we'll come up with a way to set Uncle Nick straight. Karen won't get away with this." He paused, cogitating. "Damn... I wish I'd brought another sports coat... hate to get this one wrinkled."
"No! Stay here, Dirk. I need you... oh, I've never needed you like this!" Cindy couldn't go on, hurt and humiliation filling her throat. The inspiration hit that she might accompany the brothers, but she knew that was impossible. She would have to stay in this awful place with these awful people doing incestuous things, and she had the terrifying premonition that they wouldn't necessarily do them behind her back.
With a pouting moan she watched her husband walk across the room to the small bathroom, wearing only his jockey shorts. She knew he didn't want to leave her alone, but that offered little solace. She fought to collect her thoughts as she heard the water running in the basin and she lay back on the wide brass bed, groaning with the misery she felt deep within her soul. She wanted and needed Dirk tonight; her body cried for his nearness, her heart seeming to center in the pit of her womanhood. Cindy was desperate to be loved, although the degenerate source of that stimulus was yet ripe in her mind. Gently she closed her flickering eyelids and instantly the replay of Karen locked in Uncle Nick's arms came to life. She thought of how they would look naked and writhing in bed together, the old man ramming his stiffened penis deep up inside the brunette's welcoming cunt... and then, how she, Cindy, would look in place of Karen.
Cindy bolted upright. Lord, what was wrong with her? She was no better than they for thinking such lustful thoughts. A cascade of crimson blushing flowed through her from working herself into an erotic frenzy that defied the laws of decency. Her watery blue eyes fixed on the naked bowl of her belly, groaning to herself: Dirk... I need you. Maybe we'll have time before you leave... if you hurry. I'm ready this time.
She heard Dirk splash water on his face, gurgle and after a few moments, her handsome husband came out of the bathroom, reaching for his shirt thrown over the chair.
* * *
Dirk," she gushed. "Don't get dressed yet... please!"
"What?"
"Come to me, honey." Impulsively the lush blonde stretched out fully on the bed, then rolled slightly to the edge and stood up. Like an exotic dancer practicing her art, she reached behind her and unhooked the clasp of her lace brassiere, pulling the netted cups away from her warmly tingling breasts, doing it slowly and making certain the hardening pink nipples were the last to meet her husband's ogling eyes. She dropped the brassiere on top of the dress and raised her hands to cup the full rich mounds, kneading them possessively. With her blue eyes fastened on his startled ones, she dropped her fingers to her nylon panties and slowly worked them down over her long, tapering legs until she was standing before him completely nude.
Seductively, she used her palms and undulated rhythmically, sliding back on the coverlet and lay down on her back. She experienced a strange narcissistic joy at the sight of her own naked body. She glimpsed down at her ripe breasts and at the flat bowl of her quivering belly, down to where her blonde pubic curls fringed the moist slit of her pinkly quivering cunt. For a mortifying second she noticed that her vaginal lips were red and shining wetly, and felt the erotic dampness up between her sleek-thighs. A boldness, new to her, an irrational desire to do something she shouldn't--but which her sister-in-law had done countless times in the past--suffused her senses. Raising her eyes to meet her baffled husband's, she gradually spread her legs wide, exposing all of her pussy. Her hips, as if on ball bearings, began a lewd rotation on the bedspread, wrinkling the patchwork quilt; her buttocks arched upwards in mesmerizing invitation and she repeated her plea: "Dirk, please... I'm ready!"
"Cindy," he croaked horrified yet transfixed by the sight of his Pollyanna wife acting like a slut. "I can't... Uncle Nick'll come up and b-bang on the door while' we're--" He drew a calming breath. "We can do it when I get back."
"Five minutes... five minutes for your wife, is that too much to ask?"
"Please... " Now he was begging. Dirk carefully sat on the edge of the bed as if giving himself running room, but he couldn't un-glue his eyes from her sensually naked body in spite of Uncle Nick's impatience...
"You don't want me, do you?" she pouted, rubbing her naked body against his. Her hand reached out for the slit in his jockey shorts and two fingers, like little soldiers, forged their way into the dark forest of his loins. She touched the spongy tube of his soft cock nestled warmly against his testicles.
Dirk gritted his teeth and let out a tortured groan with the delicious sensation of her professional touch and the salacious sight of her creamy nudity squirming beside him, from her diamond chip nipples down to the triangle of soft, blonde pubic curls.
"Honey, of course I want you, but--" He blinked his eyes. "Oh shit... " As limp as his penis had been a second ago, it was throbbing with blood pumping tingles and growing rock hard. "Stop this, Cindy!"
Feeling a tinge triumphant, she stroked his erection diligently, watching the limp tube rise into full, heated hardness, its cock head oozing a pearl of precum and turning purple with arousal. Cindy's mind and body were a forest fire of excitation as she caressed her husband's penis, her fingers moving the silken foreskin up and down in pumping strokes, building her own lust as Dirk snorted with desire from the electric shocks percolating in his groin. God, she had to have him! She would die if he refused her. To feel his manhood ramming up into the velvety walls of her crying cunt promised heaven.
"Do it to me, Dirk. Now!" she cooed, stroking, massaging with girlish fingers. "I'll die if you don't! I will... I really will!"
Dirk felt like an utter bastard for having to refuse his wife, despite her crying demands. Self control was slipping fast. That little blonde headed woman always had this hot effect on him... if it weren't for that damned trip to the city! OH, but Uncle Nick and George were waiting for him downstairs. He had to get control of his senses.
Again Dirk glanced at his wristwatch and groaned, only to feel his throbbing cock ache with damning urgency. How could the flesh and blood deny such temptation? He reminded himself he was his own person and as his wife continued to stroke his swelling penis and stroke her hotly panting body around his hips, the diamond chips of her nipples rubbing over his naked back, he couldn't resist satisfying her wishes.
"Okay... " he answered in a gush, running his hands over her nakedly swollen breasts, his fingers toying with no nipples. He moved his right hand down the satiny valley between her firm young breasts, gloating in the sight of the pleasure vibrant on her face. He couldn't resist comparing her beatific features with Karen's sultry ones.
Making love to Cindy was like screwing a virgin, like watching a young innocent shed the mantle of resistance and denude herself in front of his eyes. Now, his hand trailing along the fleshy path of her naked body, Dirk glanced down past the flat bowl of her white belly to the softly curling blonde fleece framing her bedewed vaginal slit. Beads of moisture on her tender cunt glistened wetly in the bedroom light, obliterating all doubts that Cindy was teasing him.
With a groan of urgency, Dirk doubled over, unable to control the lust within him any longer, and plastered his mouth against his wife's silken inner thigh. He pooched his lips, trying to suck up every sweet flowing drop of her succulent pussy juices, brushing his tongue against her fevered cuntal lips searingly. Cindy flailed her head from side to side for a moment, then flexed her knees in sharp protest.
"Dirk... no... don't kiss me there!" Mewling her arms encircled his head and pulled him upward along her squirming body toward her rosebud lips, opened in invitation. "Kiss me on the mouth... French kiss me like you used to do, honey," she whispered.
What could he do? Dirk swept the tip of his warm tongue over his wife's belly, teased in the pit of her navel for a second, then smoothed up the valley of her breasts, her throat, finding its hot path to her opened lips. Trying to loosen Cindy's libido and shake the taboo against oral lovemaking was a task he had long ago abandoned. Other females had sucked him off in the past, and they weren't all prostitutes, either. Naturally he expected the same favor from his wife. Many times in the throes of lovemaking he would close his eyes and fantasize how it would feel to have those buttersoft lips encircle his pounding erection and tease at the seeping slit of his cock... and to nibble and tease her clitoris until she screamed out her orgasm, flooding his mouth with the piquant taste of love.
But that was a fantasy... a useless, senseless fantasy. Never with Cindy. Lovemaking between them had become a common ritual, a fact that saddened him. He had conquered the limited territories of Cindy's sexual playground and was beginning to feel trapped within those confines. Boring... was that the word for their sex these days? Pathetic but true.
"Wh-what's the matter, Dirk... you seem a million miles away?" whispered Cindy.
Dirk lifted his head and rubbed his cleanly shaven cheek against her baby fine hair. "No... I'm with you... " He drew her closer to him, smashing his lips against her moistened ones to hush her fears. She arched her back, straining all of her naked body up against his, then spread her thighs and legs wide as he rolled over on top of her body, her right hand still possessively gasping onto the blood fed length of his warm penis and pulling it gently though insistently toward the hair fringed mouth of her vagina. The swollen, fleeced lips opened eagerly with the erotic desire for him to take her.
"Oh, oh, oh, Dirrrrrk--now!"
Grunting from pent up lust, he lunged, driving the seeping tip of his blood engorged cock head into his wife's hotly crying hole, feeling her vaginal walls quiver, ripple, then clasp his cock in a velvety vise. Her savage hunger for sex bewildered him, but he hadn't the patience for psychoanalysis now... not with her silken cuntal muscles nibbling at the heated length of his penis slithered up snug against the spongy cervix. She held him in place possessively, locked him there with the force of those milking pussy muscles and widespread legs, kicking them out to the sides and locking her ankles like a human necklace around his ribcage. There were nights when they would lay in bed watching television and making love by the hour... but not tonight, not after Cindy's strip tease and the way she was so all fired hot now! Christ, he could feel the sperm boil in his balls, seething there, ready to erupt any second!
Deeper and faster he plunged his cock into her wetly squelching vagina and with each thrust of his hips, Cindy twisted against him, screwing his cock that much deeper into her belly. She seemed to be trying to eat him right up, suck him up into her belly... right up to his toes!
Dirk gasped and quivered, his body electrified with lust. Deep in the pit of his gut he felt the eruption of his heated male seed start to demand release.
With a moan of regret, Cindy sensed that her husband was at the end of his tether... dangling helplessly from the noose or orgasm. She could feel his cock swell and bulge against the soft walls of her cunt and splaying her legs wider, and locked her calves tightly behind his back as she writhed and squirmed and pleaded on the squeaking brass bed: "No, Dirk. NO! Not yet...!"
"Oh, shit, honey... " He clamped his mouth desperately down on hers to silence her protests and started a long, animalish groan that rose in decibels as he pounded his hips against her pelvis and squirted his heated sperm deep up into her slippery cunt. Cindy felt it gush into her womb in hot spurts... on and on as he emptied his spasming testicles. At last his throbbing cock began to deflate, having emptied out the last hot, creamy dregs.
It was premature and shatteringly disappointing.
"Oh, no, oh honey... please... " sobbed Cindy. She squeezed her buttocks up against his softening penis, limp and useless as a broken toy; she pounded her bare heels against his bruised ribcage desperately. With a defeated groan, Dirk rolled from between his wife's still twitching thighs and gasped out an exhausted sigh. "Dirk, finish me... you have to finish me!"
It was not to happen. Dirk had returned to reality, the world of musts and don'ts... and right now he must leave for the city before Uncle Nick lost all patience and didn't give him the executorship. Already he had been absent too long, and knowing of his uncle's crazed penchant for punctuality, he glanced at his wristwatch wearily. He still had a chance to appease Uncle Nick if he hurried. "Cindy... I can't. I have to pack and get downstairs."
Cindy bolted half-upright, bracing her weight on one elbow. Her face was a mask of tortured incredulity. "Dirk, this isn't fair... I didn't cum! You have to make me cum!"
There was no arguing with the charge. Abruptly, he flipped her back down on her back, kissed his wife hard on the mouth and with the moist tip of his warm tongue, traced a path down over her silken throat, down the smoothness of her cleavage heading south for forbidden territory. When his tongue reached the jewel of her navel, Cindy gave out an anguished moan and cupped Dirk's head with her hands, pushing him aside.
"Dirk... no... not after we've... I mean you've... "
"You said you wanted to cum," he gasped impatiently, "and right now I can't get it up."
Cindy shuddered, torn between the hot desires scorching her cunt and the heavy load of shame that flickered through her confused mind at the thought of him putting his tongue down there where his own seed was yet warm and creamy. Pinpricks of desire had spread like a contaminating army of vermin and mustering the ragged remains of self control, she tangled her fingers in Dirk's curly brown hair and gritted her teeth. She couldn't allow him to taste her pussy... not after he'd cum inside of her! Oh, this was no way for a woman to behave--not a well-bred, Catholic educated woman. She had to put a stop to these sensations, wonderful as they were. Cindy rolled her head from side to side, tears of sexual frustration dampening the pillow and stinging her warm cheeks. Eyes closed, she sensed weight lifting from the mattress and, blinking open one blue eye, Cindy stared at the naked hirsute buttocks streaked red by her own fingernails. Dirk was stepping into his trousers, keys and loose change jingling in his pockets as he zipped up his pants. A sob of self pity welled in Cindy's constricted throat.
Dirk was nearly dressed in a casual cashmere sweater and gabardine slacks, his mind already back on the business trail, sex forgotten, wife forgotten.
Cindy's rosebud lips quivered in self pity, hot blue eyes misted with emotion. She glanced down at the warm, creamy froth oozing from her vagina and quickly clenched shut her eyes. That warm river was the only bodily indication that Dirk had made love to her in his selfish way. The temptation to let him crawl between her legs and tongue the raggedly swollen entrance to her womanhood was nearly blinding, but Cindy fought valiantly. She could not, without hating herself, allow him to tongue her there... and yet he had wanted to.
Now he was punishing her by leaving, leaving her alone in this house with Uncle Nick and her whorish sister-in-law who were plotting something evil behind her back. And Cindy knew intuitively she would be the brunt of the joke.
What trick had Uncle Nick up his sleeve this time?
CHAPTER THREE
Outside the frosted lead glass windows November snow flurries left a thin crust of white. Cindy sat tensely in an overstuffed chair by the fireplace, listening disheartedly to the sound of tires crunching and spinning on the drive, then fading down the angled drive to the highway and airport beyond.
Dirk and George were on their way to New York City. It would be a long, long evening sitting there listening to Karen and Uncle Nick make small talk between martinis, watching her expression intently over the rim of their glasses. Twice she had excused herself to return to the guest bedroom upstairs and twice Uncle Nick's suave blandishments had put a halt to that. Now, after her fourth martini on an empty stomach, Cindy felt a warm vertigo ripple in her stomach. The first drink had been accepted out of social acquiescence, the second by Uncle Nick's insistence, the third out of a frustrated longing for Dirk. Now with the fourth drink in her hand, Cindy realized she was on the tipsy end of inebriation. She needed coffee, strong and black, and something in her stomach.
Impatiently she crossed her stockinged legs in a whoosh and drummed her long pink fingertips on the soft chair's arm, eyeing Uncle Nick rather disdainfully. It appeared he was deliberately starving her, deliberately getting her drunk. In a burst of panic, Cindy cleared her throat, too polite to interrupt the lively conversation bantering between the smirking older man and his luscious bodied nephew's wife.
Behind his monocle Uncle Nick watched greedily while Cindy's eyes became waxy and her eyelids drooped a bit, her head nodding from the strong punch of the alcohol. He could see she was trying to communicate her needs to him, but all that filled his mind was the wild, incestuous desire to fuck her. His penis and testicles ached fiercely with the desire to slip his cock inside her pink pussy and plant his thick cum deep inside her tender belly. That and other amusing tortures of her pristine body and soul. And Karen was his accomplice, as agreed to in the kitchen when he'd told her of his plans to send his nephews away, leaving Cindy alone and vulnerable.
"You girls haven't seen the Ming vase I bought on my travels to the East, then...?" continued Uncle Nick rising from the sofa and sauntering over to a lead glass fronted buffet cabinet, dabbing at his forehead with a linen handkerchief. "I haven't decided yet who will get this beauty," he said proudly, unlocking the cabinet and reaching within to lift the delicate vase from its perch and set it on the table beside.
"Really... ? How much is it worth?" Karen wanted to know, pinching the neckline of her tight jersey sheath between two fingers and pulling it free of her breasts and blowing down her neck. "Gosh it is hot in here... "
"Last appraisal," began Uncle Nick again dabbing at his sweat beaded forehead, "was somewhere near two hundred and fifty thousand." With his handkerchief he fanned his reddened cheeks. "My the furnace must be stuck on high again... I must see to having that blasted thing fixed." His eyes returned to the chair by the fireplace where Cindy sat in drunken, over-heated dizziness, her blonde head rolling to the side. She would catch the nod in mid-roll, blinking her eyes and forcing herself to alertness. It was obvious she was on the verge of passing out.
"Gorgeous piece, isn't it?" he asked of Cindy, his brain dwelling on the obscene fun which he would have in a few more minutes.
"Oh... oh yes, lovely," returned Cindy, eye lids at half mast. She was clutching at the chair's arms trying to keep from slumping over. Her cheeks were red with heat, beads of perspiration sheening her satin forehead.
"Be back in a minute," winked the old man, scampering toward the hallway. "Maybe I can fix that dratted thermostat." Raising his eyebrows at Karen he headed for the temperature control and turned it up to eighty-seven degrees. From around the door-jam he gestured at Karen to execute step one of operation seduction.
Gingerly, shoulders thrown back, he reentered the living room, eyeing Cindy's glass. "How impolite of me, Cindy. Let me refill that... "
"No... please... I don't care for anymore," answered Cindy in an alcohol thickened voice. Her tongue felt like an un-chewed hunk of meat in her mouth.
"I'll have one if you'll have one, my dear." Deftly, he plucked the glass from her hand, chuckling benignly. "Just one... just one... " He tittered to himself and swaggered out of the room, leaving Cindy cross-eyed and perplexed. Bracing her dimpled chin in her upturned palm, Cindy blinked across the room at her sister-in-law. Cindy Wellington's jaw fell slack.
There sat Karen working at the back neck zipper of hers shimmering sheath, pulling the jade green bodice free of her creamy shoulders, "It's hot enough in here to cook a turkey," she complained, eyeing Cindy under arched eyebrows. "If I don't get some of these clothes off I'm going to suffocate!" Standing up, the raven haired mature bodied woman shimmied out of the clinging jersey dress, pulling it down over the ripe mounds of her breasts cupped oozingly in lacy patches hugging her slender ribcage, down over the flat plane of her abdomen, over the white lace ridge of a Belgium lace garter belt with its lace straps holding up textured nylon stockings. Around the tight elastic legbands of her bikini panties could be seen black tendrils of pussy hair. Her thighs were long and sleek--obviously well exercised in the bedroom. With a bored sigh, Karen let the garment puddle at her feet. She kicked it free with the open toe of her ankle strap shoes and collapsed back on the sofa, crossing her stockinged legs in a hush of nylon. "God, you must be dying in that wool dress!" She tucked an errant strand of raven hair behind her shell-like ear.
Surprising indeed how quickly her sister-in-law's indecencies sobered up Cindy. "Karen!" she gasped, horrified. "What's wrong with you? Go put some clothes on before Uncle Nick sees you half n-naked!"
"Oh, don't be so prudish, Cindy," smirked Karen teasingly, unaffected by the insult. "It's no different than wearing a bikini. Besides... " Karen held up her right hand and pooching out her succulent rosebud lips, examined her polished nails narcissistically. "... Uncle Nick and I have always been very very close."
"I'll just bet you have!" Cindy was beside herself with anger. "I s-saw the two of you in the kitchen... rubbing your b-breasts against his chest and letting him maul your fanny!"
"Cindy!" gasped the other in mock horror. "How dare you use such language... " She tutted teasingly. "How indecent!"
Cindy's blue eyes became two narrow slits of hateful fire. "You're trying to buy him off with your body... and don't tell me you're not because I saw you!" She was sitting on the edge of her chair now, cheeks reddened with perspiration, anger and alcohol.
"Why ever would I do such a thing, Cindy? What ever Uncle Nick and I do in private is strictly out of platonic affection. It has nothing to do with his money." That, of course, was a bold faced lie, Karen thought, and she was pleased how Cindy was falling into the trap set by she and Uncle Nick. She never considered that Uncle Nick might just be leading her on as well, letting her think that sex with him could influence the choice of executor of his will. Wily as he was, he knew how to get Karen's juices flowing, just as he knew the subject of money and his estate must be forgotten before Cindy could be turned on. One against the other, motivation camouflaged under sex... he had it all figured out. Most of all he enjoyed watching people make fools of themselves in the name of greed. The all mighty dollar prevailed; no one could tell Uncle Nick different.
The two women sat facing each other, one cattishly complacent, the other stark faced and horrified. At last Cindy broke the long, horrible silence. The years of watching Dirk dish out money to his no good gambling brother only to watch his selfish wife spend the money on expensive clothes... the years of keeping her mouth shut out of fear of hurting Dirk's feelings and causing waves in the family circle... the years of tolerating Uncle Nick's foolish teasing and charades came to a head in one gush of emotion.
"The problem with you, Karen, is that you're cheap! All you care about is money and sex... and I don't give a damn what you think about me. I've had enough!"
"Why?" Karen cocked an eyebrow, admirably maintaining her even temperament. Arrogantly pooching out her glossy lips, she drew a deep breath causing the ripe mounds of her breasts to swell and ooze above her brassiere cups, showing all but the strawberry nipples. Brazenly she ran her long red fingertips over her nearly naked chest, wiping away the warm sheen. Her eyes leveled on Cindy's. "Why...?" Her voice was soft and sing-songy. "Because I enjoy having a good time in life? Because I don't dress like a nun... because I don't tip toe around Uncle Nick with a goody-goody attitude?" She tutted. "Really, I can't imagine what it must be like being married to someone who abhors sex." Karen let out a deep sigh and recrossed her legs. "Poor Dirk."
"I don't abhor sex... I don't think sex is dirty," Cindy shot back. "Only an animal would throw her body at an old man... an uncle at that. That's incest!"
"We're all animals, Cindy. We're flesh and bones and meat and marrow... except for you, of course... you're all fluff."
Cindy tried to clear her mind of alcohol so she could think clearly, but her brain was swimming in martinis, thoughts bumping into olives, crashing against the walls of her brain. She wondered what Dirk would think if he were privy to this conversation. That made her think of Dirk and the coyfully implanted suggestion of Karen's conjured up the image of Dirk sitting on the airplane watching the stewardesses pass by and getting lewd ideas about what he'd like to do with them.
Cindy's blue eyes roved over the satin smoothness of Karen's naked neck, down to the creamy cleavage pushed together by the lacy brassiere, down over the flat bowl of her belly smoothed by a lace garter belt, long lace garter straps accentuating the sleekness of her slender thighs. She wondered how Dirk would react if he were here now. Which of the two would capture his attention... Karen's brazen panther-like body or her modestly clad yet full bodied figure. The thought brought a whimper to her voice; it stuck there. She recalled his answer when asked if given the chance, would he make love to Karen. His flippant answer made her feel shiveringly insecure.
Cindy had to admit that the raven haired hussy sitting shamelessly clad in brassiere, garter belt and high heels was a sensuous sight, objectively speaking, despite her emotional response to the woman. She recalled how sexually excited she had become after seeing Karen and Uncle Nick caressing each other in the kitchen... then thinking how they would appear naked and making love. That shameless thought terrified her and Cindy clamped her hands over her ears and shook her head no in attempt to dispel those lurking thoughts. So much had happened so fast she couldn't keep up. If only she'd refused that last martini. If her body had responded appropriately to Karen and Uncle Nick's foreplay, then her moral ideas were all wrong.
Abruptly Uncle Nick sauntered into the room, a fresh martini in hand. He smiled at Cindy, his nephew's naive wife who, after that night would never be the same self-conscious prude, and he saw that this extra drink would put her over the edge. She was sitting immodestly, her dress hiked up her thighs to show off a warm expanse of naked thigh above the stocking rims, her long tapering legs spread slightly apart so he could see up to the little wisp of cloth separating him from the hairy target of her pussy. It excited him, and behind his suit pants, his cock leapt for joy, pounding with incestuous desire.
"My dear Cindy... I've never seen you so rumpled and ready!"
"I'm ready to melt myself, and it's not from that damned furnace," panted Karen. "After all this talk of animal sex, I'm ready to hump a goat."
"Then do your thing," grinned Uncle Nick salaciously, placing the martini glass down on the coffee table. "Stand up and flash the girl some thigh, Karen!" Hooking his thumbs in the vest armholes, the pot bellied man grinned cat-like and rocked on his heels as Karen, taking a sip of her martini, swaggered to her feet. Hands on hips, she pirouetted in front of the disbelieving blonde cupping her brassiered mounds with her hands, then running her palms down her ribcage, over her smoothly rounded hips and coming together, fingers meeting, at the pouting mound of her vagina.
Karen winked at Cindy. "Animal, you say?"
CHAPTER FOUR
George hiccoughed and tried to quell his wretching diaphram with another sip from the bottle.
Snow, fluffy from the heavens, froze in the moist wind whipped night slashing against the windshield in sloshy chunks, putting the windshield wipers to task. The horizon was a cold pale pink with fingers of barren trees marking the slopes. The snow was freezing fast. In three miles they had passed only a tow truck. It was a night for no man to battle nature.
Dirk pulled up the collar on his flannel lined trench coat, watching his brother out of the corner of one disapproving eye as George sat behind the wheel, repeatedly throwing back his head to upend the Jack Daniels bottle.
A chilly distance separated the brothers until a near miss with a farmer's mailbox nearly sent them careening into the ditch. Dirk was indignant.
"You're in no condition to drive... let me take over."
George's upper lip rippled sardonically. "Let you take over," he sneered drunkenly. "Always Dirk... let Dirk do it. You got it all, don't ya, brother?" He rammed the car in reverse, went into a spin and swerved sideways and forward. Plucking the bottle from between his legs, he took another sip, then gestured with it. "That's why Uncle Nick is gonna unload on you, isn't it? You're the big hot shot contractor... respectable like Dad used to say... " Dirk let out a long sigh. "Let's not get morbid, please. We've got enough to worry about just getting to the airport alive."
"I don't care if we ever get there... " Dirk snapped: "Oh, come on... you made your bed... drinking too much, gambling away your money... " Abruptly he stopped the tirade, imagining his brother's bed and the gorgeous lush bodied brunette that lay in it. How his brother, a bit of a slob, had managed to snatch her up had rattled Dirk's self image. Why couldn't it have been him? But then everyone knew Karen would spread her legs for anything with a tail and if Cindy wasn't over reacting, she was balling Uncle Nick on the side, too. Suddenly he was panicked by the threat of Karen sleeping with the old goat and winning the executorship for George. An unprecedented kind of loathing for his prudish wife sent the adrenalin to warm his torso. He hated himself for thinking it, but he rather wished she would flirt with the lecherous old man and win a few points for her husband.
* * *
"I must agree," chuckled Uncle Nick. "The girl is all animal."
Those words sparked a sudden prurient gleam in Karen's eyes, a spark that grew into a gloat, and one could almost see the well oiled gears in her libido turn over with obscene thoughts which if Cindy had realized, would have sent her screaming out of the house.
"My, Cindy," breathed the old man, fingers working at his tie. "Don't you think it's hot in here?"
Cindy, too dumbstruck to answer by all that was happening, nodded sluggishly. Turning her head aside, she refused to look at the shameless woman parading in front of her, weighing her breasts like cantaloupes in a super market, and running her hands panther-like over her body while her high heels clapped against the polished hardwood floors in pirouetting circles. By ignoring her, Cindy hoped Karen would end her act and quit acting like the whore that she was. Squirming restlessly in her chair, her face drawn in a tight frown, Cindy felt as if she was on fire... almost suffocating in her wool dress. But that was no excuse to strip naked.
Uncle Nick who had removed his tie and was working at the buttons on his shirt, glanced over at his nephew's wife sitting pie-eyed in disbelief at the carnal circus taking place before her. Long pink fingertips dug into the chair's arm, dress hiked up to her lap from the reckless effects of incredulity, knees fallen laxly apart to give a pouting view of her pussy. If his keen sight wasn't deceiving him, he could see a little wet spot of excitation on the crotch band of her panties. "What's good for the goose is good for the gander," chuckled Uncle Nick. "Cindy, take off that wool dress or you'll stain the underarms."
"But... you two... you're almost n-naked!"
"Oh, don't worry about him. Uncle Nick and I'll be fucking in a minute anyhow. We're all made out of flesh and bones." Karen saw the reaction her obscenity had on her prudish sister-in-law and she smirked to herself. Fucking... " she spat. "Don't be so shocked, Cindy. How do you think you came into this world? Besides, Uncle Nick has seen me naked before... and I've even seen the little warts on his wee-wee," she tittered, putting her hand to her mouth and winking one sloe eye at the old satyr. Karen smiled lewdly at the older man, basking in the heated glow of his eyes as they traveled obscenely over the symmetrical beauty of her mature body titillatingly hidden with lace and garters. She knew he never ceased to become animalishly aroused at her amorality, and his lustful reactions only made her crave more sexual freedom and expression.
One could almost see the canary feathers around her Cheshire smile and turning to Cindy, wide-eyed and blinking in disbelief, crooned delightedly. "It feels good to act like a woman, to feel yourself get all hot and swollen and wet!" With that, she planted her feet wide apart, slithered her fingers over her belly and with one deft finger, pulled aside the narrow, dampened crotch band of her panties. "Look how wet and swollen my pussy is, Cindy. Just look! Mmmmmm... " She closed her eyes, threw back her head and letting her lips part, ran the tip of her pink tongue over her beestung lips. "Mmmmmm-mm... it feels so good when I rub myself down there," she purred.
Aghast, Cindy let out a shriek, clamped her hands over her eyes and felt faint. How could any woman be so brazenly shameless as to show off her private parts to another woman? Of their own volition, her fingers parted and one disbelieving blue eye peeked at the swollen fingers of her sister-in-law's ragged cuntal lips. In the warm firelight her glistening juices sparkled diamond-like.
Cindy swallowed hard, looking up at the expression on Karen's face. It was one of sheer, unadulterated pleasure, and staring and listening to the woman's obvious pleasure purr in her throat, the young blonde felt a quickening of her own breath, a fluttering in her lower belly. It was hunger... but of a different sort. She tried to turn away in disgust... but something held her fast. She had to look--the blatantly suggestive gesture of a worse than naked woman dipping her own finger into her own cunt and flaunting her sexuality in front of others... she knew she should get up and leave the room... but she was glued to the chair, immobilized by a smouldering curiosity in perversity.
The inside of Cindy's mouth was bone dry and she ran her warm tongue over her chapped lips several times, trying to rid her mouth of the acrid taste. She was drunk, her defenses down, her body hot and her mind turning toward strangely perverse horizons. As an unwanted trickle of arousal rose in her wetly throbbing pussy, she tried to dispel the sexual arousal her husband had failed to extinguish earlier. "No... no... stop this!" she yelped.
As Karen fingered her own pussy, head flailing wildly from side to side, Cindy's eyes lifted to the side where Uncle Nick was just stepping out of his pants and carefully folding them to lay in a neat heap. At any other time it would seem rather comical seeing the old man stand in striped boxer shorts with stockings held up with garters... but not now.
He caught her glance and quickly averted stare. Uncle Nick's mouth was salivating at the prospect of soon fucking this desirable young blonde wife of his nephew--and at the ball bursting sight of Karen wantonly fingering herself so provocatively. His penis was already concrete hard inside his boxer shorts, crying for release, and he knew that in a few minutes his rubbery penis would be rubbing skin with Karen's tender parts. If Cindy had not run screaming from the room by now, she was trapped! He glanced over at her again. She was riveted to the chair.
With a gleeful chuckle that rasped of lechery, he tore off his shirt in passionate haste. Like popcorn the buttons flew off his shirt while his loins churned with excitement at the electric thrill of exposing himself to two young beautiful women who were related to him! Oh, boy... this was going to be one hell of a night! Never had he wanted to make love to and subjugate a woman as badly as this blonde haired, blue-eyed innocent... the wife of his own nephew!
Divested of his clothes, Uncle Nick stretched out supine on the sofa, his elderly cock loosing its elephantine wrinkles in a heady, smooth erection that pointed at the ceiling high above. His legs were spread wide and compliantly, Karen withdrew her finger from the seething hole of her pussy and slid down beside the couch in obvious delight, kneeling with her head lowered to the tip of his mushroom headed erection. Uncle Nick leered across the room at Cindy, smoothing his goatee as he told her: "Karen's going to teach you something, little one. Watch and learn."
The salacious brunette took his fleshy hardness between her soft hands and began to rub it lightly with her warm palms, arousing the incestuous-minded uncle to a state of lust. It was all he could do to keep from moaning and writhing under her expert touch... but it wasn't time for that yet. Everything had to be timed to perfection in order to keep this sweet Cindy in her mesmerized state of mind. They must keep her curiosity up.
Grinning beguilingly, Karen turned her head and spoke to her sister-in-law as she sat on the floor, legs wide apart to show off the black curling hairs fringing the dampened crotch band of her panties. "Have you ever tasted a man's cock, Cindy? Have you ever licked and sucked a man's cock until it exploded in your mouth like a big sweet jaw breaker?
"Ohhh... " moaned Cindy, covering her face with her hand. "Don't talk that way, Karen."
"You've never sucked your husband's prick? Oh... poor Dirk."
"Of course I haven't! I would never do that!"
"Too bad you're missing out on the best parts of being a woman. I've always sucked George's cock and I've sucked Uncle Nick's cock, too... and do you want to know why, Cindy? It's because I like the taste of cock. I crave the taste of cock!"
"Oh, God... " came the anguished wail of despair from Cindy. How could a self-respecting woman talk that way... so dirty... so blatantly animalish about sex. Elbow resting on the chair's arm, she shaded her face with her hand and shook her blonde head, terrified of the wild sensations ricocheting around in her body. The martinis, the dirty talk and the earlier unfulfilled lust was swamping her mind with mucky thoughts. She must get out of there before something worse happened.
CHAPTER FIVE
The living room was becoming an inferno of obscenity chorused with lewd grunts and groans of lust, yet a weird masochistic fascination seemed to glue Cindy's cringing buttocks to the chair. Her lush body was sheened with perspiration, a warm dampness that caused her milky breasts to swell within the lacy cups of her brassiere. She could only moan and quiver from the force of her conflicting emotions. This can't be real, she thought desperately. I must be dreaming this up! Oh, how she needed Dirk to untangle her mind from these obscene hallucinations!
But her eyes were registering reality in its rawest form as they perversely studied the long, rigid cock jutting up from Uncle Nick's hairy loins. Like a cosmic magnet it seemed to draw her agonized attention to the fleshy flagpole, and she choked down a wad of nausea as she saw Karen press her lovely face closer to the seeping tip. For a long moment the meaty erection hung precariously close to the brunette's wetly glistening lips... and then Karen leaned forward, pooched out her lips and blew warmly over the mushroomed tip, bringing a whimper of lustful delight from the old fellow. A moment later the whimper grew to groan-like volume as Karen's pink tongue darted out at the lust-swollen head and lapped up a tiny drop of seminal fluid.
"Mmmmmmmm... " Karen mewled loud enough for her sister-in-law to hear, squirming nakedly on her knees, blissfully adoring the taste of their uncle's penis.
Cindy could see that Karen wasn't joking; she wanted that thick hardness and its piquant, erotic juices in her mouth and wiggled her hips as she ovaled her beestung lips in a firm oval over the head of the pulsating shaft.
The horror of seeing her sister-in-law pervertedly sucking Uncle Nick's penis sent violent tremors of revulsion galloping through Cindy's tipsy brain. The small corner of her brain that was still in functioning order bellowed for her to run for her life and her dignity--to hell with the executorship! This was reality... no hallucination this! She tried to will her body to move, but her nerves were frazzled, her mind dulled and her physical body too lethargic to obey mental commands. The four martinis--not counting the fifth sitting on the credenza beside her-- combined with the ninety degree heat had her flesh prickling with a sexual ferment she neither desired nor could control.
Cindy's pink fingertips dug into the sofa chair arms torturously as mesmerized, the young blonde dimly recalled daydreaming of Karen and Uncle Nick nakedly entwined together... now that fictitious image was happening on a three hundred and sixty degree canvas of real life--three dimensional and in color with sounds to match. She listened to the lustful slurp of Karen's lips slipping around Uncle Nick's hot erection and the deep throated groans and moans of a man seeing a glimpse of heaven. It was, in a sense, as if she, Cindy, had willed this obscene display, as if she was responsible for it and consequently Dirk's loss of the executorship.
Guilt, like invisible fingers, choked her throat, starting churning the wheels of rationalization. If Dirk hadn't left her behind with these animals none of this would be happening... and if he had satisfied her instead of running off she wouldn't be squirming in her chair. Those easily grasped thoughts were cut short from the wild sensation of the chair's cushion sticking to her sheened upper thighs, sticking electrically to the cuntal crevice up above the line of her nylon stockings. She jerked at the unexpected erotic sensation it produced, pressing her legs together to stem the pinpricks of arousal that had somehow begun to percolate in her loins.
"No .�..-!" Her hands flew to her mouth. "Stop this! Please... " she whimpered. Even if this immoral display was tangential to Dirk's selfish departure, she owed him her loyalty and by virtue of sitting here watching, she was breaking her marriage vows and all that she'd been raised to believe was good and true and enduring. Still, Cindy couldn't seem to shake herself free from the increasing thrills of prurient excitement pulsing in her unsatisfied cunt as a result of watching her worse than naked sister-in-law slaving, sucking, nibbling, licking at their uncle's penis. It was wrong... despicable... disgusting... and yet it held her in its power.
"Uramram... mmmm... " mewled Karen around the stalk of hard male flesh. She began to suck him with the rhythmic, vacuuming expertise of a prostitute, driving the full length of Uncle Nick's hotly throbbing penis deep into her mouth, slamming it hard against the back of her tender throat in masochistic thrusts. Cindy could see through blurred vision Karen's wetly ovalled lips working on the thickly veined shaft, watching with glazed attention as the glistening lips of her mouth puckered outward and then back in again as she sawed up and down, up and down.
Uncle Nick's hips tensed and jerked upwards into the subserviently kneeling brunette's lovely face, all the hard, throbbing expanse disappearing with each swallow so that only a fraction of an inch of his cock showed tight and white and gleaming with saliva between her compressed, saliva splattered lips. While she sucked, Karen's free hand was wedging between the old man's thighs, tickling and caressing the bloated sac of his testicles, her gorgeous face mirroring her desirous intent to milk all of his fiery hot semen and feel it pooling like ambrosia in her stomach.
The room smelled of musky sex and steaming genitals, hanging like a moist cloud of desire ready to rain down on Cindy's blonde head. Her nose could smell sex, her eyes could see sex, her tongue could voyeuristically taste it, and her hands itched to feel it. She wanted to sob with shame, wanted to fall on her knees and beg forgiveness from Dirk, the Catholic sisters, her mother... everyone who would damn her for allowing her flesh to weaken in this disgrace. She had never imagined such wicked perversion was possible. Then to her horror she realized the humming in her ears was her own moans of lustful longing.
Could it be that her initial horror and revulsion were fading from red hot disgust to the pale pink desire... fading even more to white hot desire? Stirrings of empathetic response for a woman whose morals she held in vilest contempt, were getting the best of Cindy Wellington. They were both women, both flesh and blood and marrow and meat as Karen had said, and as Cindy continued to watch in unblinking awe, more and more she shared the pleasure of her sister-in-law's oral lovemaking of Uncle Nick's genitals.
Cindy couldn't seem to help herself, she admitted in a drunken burst of disgrace, and sensed that just as she'd feared that afternoon, she was at heart no better than her whorish sister-in-law! She was a whore, she groaned in defeat, feeling her eyes sting with tears. She felt herself weakening to the taunting throbs rising in her belly and cock-starved pussy. These feelings were--oh, God, no!--strangely reminiscent of the prickish tickles of sexual arousal!... the way she had felt when she stripped off her brassiere and panties in front of Dirk and touched herself before lying spread eagled on the bed and begged her husband to take her. The excitement she experienced from her own dear husband was not unlike the excitement she experienced at watching a woman she detested suck the penis of a dirty old man. She couldn't allow herself to watch any more of this x-rated scenario!
As Cindy waged the battle of libido versus morality, Uncle Nick placed his age spotted hands against Karen's temples and forced her to stop sucking his penis. "That's enough!" he rasped in a wheezing croak. "I'll cum if you don't stop now!"
"Ohhh... do that!" crooned Karen, the fires of lust dancing in her black eyes. "I want to taste your cum, Uncle Nick... deep down in my belly."
"Not yet... " The old man raised his white eyebrows to glance slyly at his blonde headed relative, tweaking his goatee, eyes sparkling. "We've lots to do yet, girl... lots."
With a bit of effort, the virile old man stood up from the couch behind the still kneeling Karen and slowly started pumping the throbbing heat of his thumping erection. "We can't be selfish with our pleasures, dear... can we?"
Uncle Nick's eyes spoke what his words implied. "No! screamed Cindy, clamping her hands over her ears as if to blot out the insinuation. Her buttocks clenched automatically together, and she drew her legs up in a futile defense against the threatened plunge of Uncle Nick's cock. Cindy's blue eyes darted from one leering face to the next, the alcohol in her brain distorting their lecherous grins.
Where could she run to where they couldn't catch her? The naked couple seemed to be closing in on her, their arms like the tendrils of a giant octopus ready to envelope her, grab her in their clasp and choke the decency out of her. Even the chair she sat in was physically gluing her in place. She was trapped by her own weaknesses, completely at the mercy of physical forces holding her down. She expected to feel hot insistent hands on her body, holding her captive... yet no one had touched her.
"Wh-what are you... planning to do?" she heard herself ask feebly. "Please... don't touch me...!"
"Why, Cindy, there's nothing to be upset about," chuckled Uncle Nick in a pacifying tone. He stood beside the easy chair now and reached out to touch her arm in an ingratiating manner. "You're letting your imagination run away with you, my dear."
"D-don't you dare touch me," the terrified young wife groaned, cringing from the older man's fingers, a shrinking tremor surging through her flesh. "Karen... do something! Please make him stop touching me!
Karen smiled a crooked smile. "Honey," she cooed, "it's too late. You like cock as much as I do, only you've never let yourself really get off. I want to see Uncle Nick fuck you until your guts turn to pudding!"
Fuck her?! Karen's brutal obscenity burned through Cindy's tissue paper mind, and the full impact of letting this randy old goat make love to her suddenly hit her like a fist in the stomach. She could never allow that to happen and live with herself! "Noooo!" she shrieked, terrified. She wouldn't have been more panicked if they'd held a knife to her throat.
As if on springs she leapt from the chair. She must get out of this evil house and away from these evil people!
"Noooo!" came her final plea for freedom, her body and drunken mind cooperating in one last burst for freedom as she sprang for the kitchen doorway.
How could Dirk allow this to happen to her?
* * *
The snow began deepening, drifting, and with it Dirk's temperament iced. The jealous outburst from his brother added a fillip of authenticity to Cindy's confession of seeing and hearing Karen and Uncle Nick discuss a plot while hot in the throes of embrace. That his own brother would deliberately approve of his wife making love to his uncle out of sheer greed ate acidly at Dirk's fraternal affections. At the same time a strange admixture of disrespect and outright jealousy for his uncle's monopoly of two ravishingly beautiful women made him squirm in the car seat.
And if this trip to the city was another wild goose chase conjured up in Uncle Nick's demented mind for the carnal pleasure of having Karen alone for the night... then why in hell were they risking their necks tonight? If George skidded off the road and into the ditch, it would be morning before their frozen bodies would be discovered. And for what?
His thoughts turned to his blonde headed wife, focusing on her responses to the incestuous goings-on taking place in Uncle Nick's cottage. With a gloved hand he wiped clear the vapor and stared out the window at the frozen terrain. He could imagine Cindy locking herself in the bedroom, seething and hot tempered over the indecency of it all. Some women, he realized in a burst of understanding, were just too damned decent... and Cindy had a habit of speaking her thoughts--loudly.
Dirk cringed, envisioning Uncle Nick's angered response at being interrupted in the middle of a roll in the sack with Karen. Good bye inheritance.
CHAPTER SIX
Cindy's staggering lunge was a hysterical reaction of a half-crazed woman. Her blue eyes rolled like cats-eye marbles in her head and her legs wobbled as if made of silly putty. Still she possessed the strength of a charging bull as she crashed toward the door.
"Get her!" barked the old man, darting after the escapee and in haste, tripped over the Persian carpet. His body splatted on the floor, but not before one claw-like hand grab- bed the hem of Cindy's dress and ripped the wool shirt until it hung tail-like from the bodice.
"Let me go! Let me go\" she screamed, grabbing onto the door jam and trying to pull free while the skirt ripped inch by inch. Tears were streaming from her terror-struck eyes. "Oh, don't do this to me... let me go!"
Uncle Nick, having rose to his knees, clasped one age-spotted hand around his nephew's wife stockinged ankle and held tight.
"Help me, Karen! Help me get away!" she yelped, writhing vainly in his taloned grip, trying to kick at the old man's belly with the other foot. Gritting her teeth, Cindy managed one jab in Uncle Nick's soft belly. His hand fell free of her ankle and sprinting through the kitchen door, she made for the basement.
"Come here you little bitch! Get her, Karen! Get her!" the old man bellowed, grabbing at his stomach with one hand and giving silent thanks that her high heeled shoe hadn't hit four inches lower. He saw a rush of movement to the side, en two stockinged legs scissoring past him and through the door. By the time he had risen to his knees, the panther-bodied Karen had jumped on her prey and the two women were writhing on the kitchen floor.
Uncle Nick quickly forgot the pain in his gut, his attention now riveted on the salacious sight of the sisters-in-law writhing on the kitchen floor, knocking over chairs and pulling at each other's hair. Good Christ, he thought, reaching down to pump at his bloated cock... this is going to be one hell of a night. In the next moment the flurry of arms and legs quieted except for a barrage of name calling. Karen had pinned Cindy down spread eagled on the floor. Straddling the blonde's ribcage, gartered legs spread wide, Karen pinned Cindy's arms, holding her immobile. One of Karen's brassiere straps had ripped and a ripely swollen breast dangled like ripe fruit above the squirming Cindy's head. The sight of that strawberry nipple was enticing, but not nearly as salaciously mouthwatering as the sight of Karen's pouting pussy steaming inches from Cindy's screaming mouth. It put ideas into the old man's head.
"By Jesus," he grinned and stroked his goatee. "I've got an idea!"
Cindy was kicking and squirming from side to side, trying to build up the momentum to wiggle out from under the fleshy trap of her sister-in-law's body, but Karen's superior strength held her in a tight grip. As Uncle Nick walked nakedly into the kitchen he heard the exchange of angry voices.
"You think it's over," spat Karen insidiously, "but it's just started." Her chest heaved with each breath. "Before this night's over, honey, you're going to be screwed from every end. He might even stick it up your nose!"
"Stop! Let me up... you... you whore?' Then Cindy's neck tore to the side and fear blanched eyes took in the towering figure of a hairy paunchy belly and a hand pumping at a swollen penis.
Uncle Nick's eyes devoured with glee the salacious sight of Cindy's long tapering thighs and torn stockings. Her dress was well up her thighs. She could feel the cool draft play over the sex moistened band of her panties and knew intuitively that was the object of Uncle Nick's evil intentions. She closed her eyes tight, squeezing out a scalding tear, deliberately turning her head to shut out the shameful view of Karen's pouting mound of Venus inches from her face. With each heaving intake of breath she could smell the woman's sex, nearly taste it, so strong was it. Little black tendrils of pussy hair were peeking out around the elastic leg band of her panties. That and the swollen mammary gland gangling like succulent fruit begging to be plucked made her squirm in shame. Cindy had never felt so humiliated or defenseless in her life! Their taunting was too much; she relented to open weeping, realizing the futility of her struggles.
"Please... " she gasped pleadingly. "I won't tell anybody. Just let me go!"
"As she told you, it's too late," retorted Uncle Nick with a cold, cruel smirk.
Cindy stared wildly around her with watery vision, shocked speechless with horror. She couldn't believe that her husband's uncle could be so cruel. She had thought of him as a dirty old man... but he was far worse than that. He was a cruel, calculating, sadistic satyr who played with people's emotions and lives for the sheer joy of seeing another human being squirm. Why hadn't she left with Dirk and left these animals to mate in private? Let George and Karen have the money. She wanted out and her good name!
"You can let her up now, Karen. I think she'll play our game now." And then to Cindy: "You will let us see your naked tits, won't you, Cindy?"
"Ohhhhh, you... " Cindy's chin quivered.
Together Uncle Nick and Karen pulled the terrified but emotionally charged blonde sister-in-law over to the sofa and lay her down along its soft cushions. Then the uncle started pulling her knees apart so he could slide his hand up under her wool skirt. Cindy spasmed with a deep, gurgling wretchedness in her throat as she felt his lascivious fingers creep along the tender flesh of her inner thighs and pluck lecherously at her thin white panties. She moaned out her humiliation and dread, then groaned in despair and shame as he began to prod and stroke along her panty's passion-soaked band, following the pouting folds of pussy flesh along her vaginal crevice.
"See, you are ready. You're soaking wet down there!"
Cindy screamed and thrashed, trying to pull free of the wretched twosome.
"Go ahead and scream, bitch... " snickered Karen, easily holding her down. "There's nobody but the cat here to hear!"
Cindy's body and mind, a swirling maze of martinis and torment, had lost the strength to protest as she felt her sister-in-law and her husband's uncle unbutton her dress and slip it from around her shoulders. Karen's warm hand slipped under her back and unsnapped her brassiere, exposing her ripely quivering breasts to their lusting gazes, and she heard Uncle Nick groan in appreciation as he leered over her trembling nakedness. Then a surging heat inundated her cunt and expanded in her breasts as her dress was ripped from around her thighs. The old man snagged his fingers in the elastic waistband of her nylon panties high up under her lace garter belt, dragging the flimsy material down over her fear-struck hips and legs, leaving her without even that vestige of protection.
The goateed man loomed over her possessively, victoriously, running his hands reverently over her straining young breasts, her belly, her stockinged thighs, up and down her nudity with eager caresses. His incestuous passion heightened as he watched the contrast of his liver-spotted fingers moving over the firm, creaminess of his nephew's wife's cringing body. He'd never seen a female as pure and gorgeous as this one. His sperm heavy balls throbbed and ached like two loads of cement between his pudgy thighs and the mere sight of her beauty was almost enough to forgive her the sin of having kicked him in the stomach. He longed to thrust his cock into her hot little cunt... but not yet.
The salacious plotter held himself back, purposely torturing himself for the moment in anticipation of when he would skewer his cock deep up between the full pink lips of her twitching vaginal opening. She was still too proud, too haughty; he wanted to feel her twisting and writhing beneath him, needing him more than he needed her. That would be the ultimate triumph over her snobbery: seeing her horrified and repulsed by the sight of his fat old cock, suddenly losing all control of herself, forgetting who and what she was and waiting to be fucked until she couldn't walk.
Karen needed a bit of that demeaning treatment too. He was beginning to sense an arrogance in her attitude, a desire to control his cravings. That would never do. Might as well bring them down together, he chuckled lewdly to himself. He would force the brunette bitch to grovel in masochistic submission until both women admitted his mastery over them.
That sadistic thought raced through his loins like lightning, and his lifetime of cunning burned with ideas on how best to lower them to the same level of subjugation.
After a pause, he said: "All right, you two, it's time you girls made up. You Karen, crawl up over Cindy with your cunt above her face!"
Cindy gasped, her ears burning from the perverted suggestion rolling from the old man's smirking mouth. "Noooooo... never!" she wailed. "You could kill me and I'd never let her do that to me!"
Even Karen was appalled at the degenerate demand. "But Nick... you never mentioned... that! I'm not a lesbian!"
"You are now, or the deal's off," he said with malicious glee, his erectly pulsing cock thrusting straight out from his salt and pepper loins while his fingers fondled his swollen, heavy sac of testicles.
Karen stared the old man in the eye through her slitted ones. "Then keep your money, you fat old bastard... because I'm not going down on her!"
Whack! His hand slapped across Karen's cheeks. Cindy had never witnessed Uncle Nick in an angry mood, but she did now. He was screaming at Karen, his cheeks flushing as his blood pressure soared. "You slut! Don't you ever talk to me that way!"
Karen's head jerked to the side so hard from the stinging blow that Cindy was afraid he'd broken her neck. The insulted brunette started to pull free from the sofa, but Uncle Nick caught her by the hair. "You said you wanted to see me fuck her until her guts turned to pudding... well, I want to see you lick her cunt... now lick!" His fingers were entwined in her hair so tightly that Karen's facial skin was pulled tight. She winced and cried, finally falling to her knees in a flurry of four-letter expletives and pain. She knee walked to the side, and interpreting the movement as another dash for freedom, he grabbed her hair tighter and whacked her across the other cheek.
"Are you going to suck her cunt or do I have to get nasty with you?" he added with a hoarse snarl.
Cindy had lain motionless and terrified from the horrible threats both of them had been making... but this last--the command to make love with another woman--was beyond belief. She had seen Uncle Nick's vile treatment of Karen, his accomplice, and knew she was in for the same treatment. Without considering the consequences, she tried to scramble from the couch. She lifted one leg just as Uncle Nick turned back to her and, abruptly kicking out in terror, she landed her foot heavily in his belly. Caught by surprise, the old man windmilled his arms to keep his balance.
"That was a stupid move, Cindy. That's twice now. You'll pay for it later... I promise you that!" No smile on the man's face this time.
He came toward her in a fit of fury and Cindy shrank back on the couch, her terror-stricken heart leaping up to her throat to silence the cry building there. She stared into his beady fire-lit blue eyes iced with lust and knew that he was out to get her. The joke had turned sour; he wouldn't hurt her with words this time. Hers would surely be a physical punishment. Gnawing fear gripped her stomach as he reached out for her, and she tried to stiffen her body as he twisted her arm and yanked her over on her stomach. One hand reached down for something on the floor and as he held her in a painful half-Nelson, she saw the leather strip of his belt sing through the air. - "Ahhhhh!" The belt came down hard against Cindy's defenselessly trembling white buttocks. The flat smack of leather against skin echoed throughout the living room. "Nooooooo!" she cried out, whimpering against the searing sensation that seemed to cut all the way to the bone.
Two, three, four times, the belt rifled through the air, followed by screams, each time louder and hurting deeper as she felt the bloodless welts rising on her unblemished skin.
"Ohhhhh! Aggghh! No more... no more!" It felt like knives cutting into her tender flesh as he spanked her without mercy or chagrin, and she knew that if he didn't stop she would faint. She had to make him stop!
"No... please... I'll do anything! Anything! Just stop!"
"Say 'I want to suck cunt'," the evil minded uncle bellowed.
Cindy swallowed dryly. "I... I want t-to s-suck cunt!" The words spat from her mouth without hesitation.
Sitting on the floor, rubbing her cheek and sobbing, Karen stared bug-eyed at the beating her sister-in-law was receiving and felt a tinge of pitied empathy for the woman. With each blow she rubbed her cheek a bit harder, knowing that the pain she had felt from the man's striking hand was nothing compared to the sting of leather across the buttocks. Emotionally Karen shared the torment of squirming there on her stomach feeling more naked and ashamed than she had ever felt in her life. To share empathy as a woman was one thing, but to share it as a sister-in-law vying for a money prize was quite another.
Slowly a smirk grew on her pouting lips, sparked by the sadistic spectacle of watching the blonde haired Miss Purity punished at the end of the belt, and Karen's belly churned with a charge of sensual excitement. It aroused her to see Cindy plead for mercy, aroused her almost as much as sucking Uncle Nick's cock had.
"Tell Karen you want to suck her cunt!" ordered Uncle Nick acidly.
"Agggghhhhh!" Cindy screamed as the belt burned her ass cheeks like liquid fire. "I want to suck your cunt... I want to suck your cunt! Make love to me... anything... just stop this! Ahhhhh... "
CHAPTER SEVEN
"It's about time you came to your senses," growled Uncle Nick, straightening and tossing his belt aside. I swear if you don't start doing what I want, nobody's going to get that money."
Karen's lower lip quivered and she sniffed, then wiping her nose with the back of her hand, knee-walked over to the sofa where the cringing blonde lay staring up at her tormentor, then in horror down at her sister-in-law crawling ever closer, one breast torn free. "W-what do you want me to do, Uncle Nick?" she asked compliantly.
"Get up there on the sofa and start rubbing your cunt against her nose for starters."
The piteously sobbing Cindy lay cringing on the sofa, her ass cheeks a mass of burning pain, her naked flesh twitching. Nothing remained but shameful surrender.
Karen swallowed thickly as she studied the lush young woman waiting for her in whimpering submission. Her eyes moved across Cindy's shoulders, then slowly around her upthrust breasts and hardened little nipples. Men were masterful, thought Karen, with their hard muscled bodies and harder cocks... but Cindy was an Aphrodite carved of ivory marble... yet she could tell from the little goosebumps freckling her sister-in-law's body that she would be all peaches and creamy smooth. How would it feel to run her fingertips over the magic velvet up between her thighs?
Cindy's blonde fringed vagina was almost inviting in its naked exposure, and the scent of her love juices seemed to tease the air. As much as she was repulsed by the idea of touching her adversary's body, she was beginning to feel attracted to the flushed cuntal lips. Her own breasts were beginning to throb to the idea of kissing that wetly offered pussy.
"Come on... get on with it!" barked Uncle Nick.
Karen moved closer to the sofa, paused with uncertainty, and then impulsively reached down with a hesitant hand to gently caress Cindy's left breast. Slowly she squeezed the warm swelling mound, feeling her sister-in-law tense in momentary shock at this indignity and try to pull away. Yet she could feel the nipple stiffen and swell under her massaging touch, and heard the low mewl as Cindy slowly relaxed against her arm.
"Get your ass up there!"
"Yes, Uncle Nick," sighed Karen with a smile.
Cindy thought she might be sick as she watched Karen crawl along the sofa on all fours like a preying panther. Not for a minute had she really believed Karen would willingly comply to Uncle Nick's demands. Then she watched in icy horror as Karen opened her legs to straddle her breasts, positioning her full round buttocks directly over her face, knees pressed tightly to her sides. Staring straight upward through disbelieving eyes, Cindy could see the fleshy split of the woman's throbbing pink slit from the tiny pouting ring of her anus to the fleshy folds of her wetly gleaming pussy. When had Karen taken off her panties, wondered Cindy, wanting to disappear into the sofa.
Karen was anxious to make amends with Uncle Nick. "I'm going to like this," she said, licking her lips and staring down at Cindy's trembling thighs. The moist pink crevice of her cringing vagina was presented up to her hungry gaze in abject sacrifice. Slowly she placed her palms flat against the sleek in-sides of Cindy's legs and used her thumbs to part the wetly gleaming flesh and expose the throbbing mouth of Cindy's cunt. With a whimper of desire Karen dropped her head and buried her tongue deep inside the warmly perfumed walls of Cindy's golden fleeced vagina.
"Noooooooo! Karennnnnnn! No, don't do that... not down there!" Her head was still raised off the cushion, and she watched in stupefied horror as Karen's face rocked between her thighs. A soul searing moan escaped from deep within her tormented chest, her naked buttocks grinding despairingly down into the cushions as she tried to evade the salacious assault.
"Oh, please, don't Karen," she mewled, forgetting that moments before she had cried for Karen to do this very thing. In answer Karen hummed with pleasure and stabbed her hot tongue deep into her sister-in-law's vaginal slit.
Tiny goosebumps rippled across Cindy's heaving breasts, tears of shame welling up in her eyes as she listened to the lewd wet sucking noises being made between her wide-stretched legs. Yet in spite of her humiliation and revulsion, her buttocks jerked back involuntarily as spasms of carnal pleasure coursed through her raw lustful nerve endings.
Cindy clenched her eyes shut and tried to fantasize this was Dirk slobbering away down in the private flesh of her cunt. He had wanted to and she had pushed him away... how she regretted that now! Yet in spite of her humiliation and revulsion, her buttocks jerked back involuntarily as spasms of carnal pleasure sizzled through her raw nerve endings.
"God, I want to die... " moaned Cindy, tears stinging her eyes. Her love starved body was slowly deserting her. It was beginning to feel good... too good. The blonde wife clenched her teeth tightly together and fought against the flaming sparks of desire which threatened to incinerate her drunken, helpless soul. But it was a losing battle as Karen tongue fucked and licked at her naked wet cunt.
The brunette seductress insinuated her pink tongue deeper up into the hot quivering hold of Cindy's pink pussy. She could feel the silken pubic hairs grazing tantalizingly against the tip of her nose and sides of her cheeks as the blonde ground her buttocks in unwilling rhythm. It was delicious. Cindy's cunt was all cream inside. Karen's taste buds screamed with erotic pleasure.
Somehow she'd always been afraid of sucking another woman's vagina, and only moments before Uncle Nick had slapped her for denying herself this pleasure. The old fart might think he was degrading her by forcing her into this lesbian act... but how wrong he was! She wanted to lick pussy, lusted to tongue Cindy into erotic defeat just as she loved sucking Uncle Nick's cock! God, it felt good to be a liberated woman!
Cindy squirmed and bucked under the maddening torture of Karen's wildly flicking tongue and sucking lips until she thought her heart might pound right out of her chest! Between her thighs was one mass of burning wet sensitivity, growing increasingly intense with every second, spiraling up until it threatened to devour every inch of her heated flesh. She rolled her head from side to side, imprisoned between the flexing thighs of the hunching woman, and stared deliriously up at the tendrils of dark pubic hair and moistly swollen ragged pussy lips hovering musky inches from her face.
Cindy's mesmerized state ended with a whack across the back from Uncle Nick. "I said suck cock... that means both of you!" he bellowed.
Cindy swallowed hard. She couldn't do it. She thought she might be sick, yet the threat of Uncle Nick's belt across the buttocks was stimulus enough. Closing her eyes to shut out the sight of Karen's seething genitals, Cindy tentatively brushed her fingers over Karen's soft stomach and saw the reaction it brought. Karen began to mewl, little drops of clear lubrications moistening the ragged lips of the brunette's vagina. That a simple touch in the right place could produce such an obvious reaction aroused Cindy's curiosity.
For the first time, she began thinking of this woman's body as an entity akin to her own. Karen's skin felt warm and smooth-- satiny compared to a man's. Tentatively she gently stroked Karen's firmly rounded thighs and buttocks. She was instantly rewarded with a muffled sob for more, just as Karen kissed the tingling bud of her clitoris, nipping with her teeth to send the nerve ending into full, throbbing erection. A bolt of erotic delight surged through Cindy such as she had never experienced before. She arched her back, straining against her sister-in-law's mouth, trying to mash her cunt against the mouth that was driving her crazy! It was too much for her drunken mind to handle, too much for her starving libido to deny. The sucking mouth and lips on her shamelessly aroused vaginal flesh were sweeping her away in mind-blanking ecstasy.
Karen knew she had won, and that victory spurred her on. Her panther-like body rippled with carnal desire as she threw herself into this new-found perversion, clutching Cindy's ivory buttocks with grasping fingers, tangling her voracious tongue into the golden fleece of pubic hair. She tasted the musk of tender pussy flesh and cuntal secretions and felt her own body swell with a sexual hunger too volatile to quell.
"Oh, Christ this is fantastic!" tittered the older man. "Suck her cunt, Cindy... thatta girl... suck Karen's cunt!"
I can't... I can't! Cindy's tortured mind screamed. When she didn't comply immediately, she caught out of the corner of her eye the hairy half moons of Uncle Nick's buttocks as bending over, he reached for the belt. Not the belt... anything but the belt! Hating herself for doing it, she timidly pressed her tongue and lips up into the warm cleft of Karen's wetly quivering cunt. Cindy's nostrils flared from the musky scent of the woman. Beside her she could sense Uncle Nick watching her performance, his hand pumping the meaty cudgel of his cock a blur of motion.
In a flash of fear Cindy buried her head slavishly up between the gently trembling thighs, surrendering the last of her defiance, and tasted the frothing velvet of her whorish sister-in-law's cunt.
"Ohhhh... unnngggg... so goooood... " she heard Karen cry in a tiny, muffled voice. "Don't stop! Don't stop!"
The last thing Cindy wanted to do was to please Karen; she groaned to herself in humiliation. Guilt and shame surged through her for a fleeting moment while she kissed and tongued the petals of Karen's cunt out of the fear of being beaten. Her drunken imagination could have fooled her senses and conjured up images of sucking a juicy, exotic fruit, a shellfish... were it not for the taste. The piquant love juices caused Cindy's mouth to water, her nostrils to flare, her carnal urges to stampede straight down to her own flowering pussy being expertly sucked and licked by her sister-in-law.
Uncontrollably, Cindy licked wetly gleaming trails of desire all the way from Karen's tiny anus to her hardened clitoris, taunting the elastic vaginal entrance with her stabbing tongue as if it were a penis. She screwed her buttocks in small grinding circles so she could feel all of the wicked oral rape of her hopelessly sizzling flesh shuddering with shameful delight as the lesbian above her teased every buttery inch of her nerve tingling flesh. God, she was seeing heaven!
Cindy's body jolted from the electrical eroticism sparking through it, piercing through her blood and bones and numbing her fingers and toes. Drunkenly she revelled in those pleasures, groveling in their perverted wickedness as she tried to reach a mind-shattering orgasm.
Uncle Nick could sense that Cindy was about ready to cum from the wild thrashing of her body. He knew it was time to ram home his loggerhead penis up into her innocent little belly. He longed to feel her tight young pussy throbbing around him when she reached that elusive climax, and wanted to explode inside her young white belly while her cunt clasped him possessively. He lusted to fill her full of his heated sperm until she would never forget this night for as long as she lived. He'd give her an inheritance, all right!
"Make room for Uncle!" he shouted, elbowing the still slaving Karen from her hunched over position.
Karen raised her face and grinned obscenely at her husband's uncle. Her mouth and cheeks were glistening from her saliva 'and Cindy's sexual juices. She wriggled her buttocks down hard against Cindy's wildly licking face, feeling Cindy's wiggling tongue slide all the way up her belly and over her milky breasts.
"Oh... I don't want to stop now," she pouted. Her cunt was on fire with the need to cum.
"I said get off, dammit!"
Reluctantly Karen moved from the couch, jealous that Cindy was going to get the old man's cock when it was she, Karen, who'd sucked it to erection. She knelt down beside her woman lover and hissed. "Tell Uncle Nick what you want, Cindy... " she goaded.
Cindy sobbed and whimpered in utter humiliation. These two were tormenting her soul beyond repair. She'd been so close, so close to cumming, but she couldn't beg the old man for favors. "No... "
"Be a good girl and tell me or I'll shove my prick in your mouth!" snapped the old man, clambering heavily down onto the couch between her legs. "I want to hear you beg!"
Cindy groaned in anguish, almost delirious from the sucking of her pussy and wickedness of sucking Karen's in return. She clenched her teeth together, denying them the pleasure of torment. Yet... even while she fought her sanity, the sexual need to orgasm was greater than her pride and little mewlings poured from her parted lips. Soul consuming flames of lust and desire burned up from her hungrily twitching cunt, and the fight was too great for her.
"Okay," she sniffed. "Do ittt... " she babbled frantically.
"It?" sneered Karen. "What's it?"
Uncle Nick grinned down from where he squatted on his knees between Cindy's wide splayed thighs.
"F-fuck me... just fuck me!" Cindy's tormented soul shuddered under the lash of self defilement. But she needed release or she would die!
The final shards of decency and marital vows dissolved into dust as Cindy felt her ankles grasped by the old man's clammy hands. She groaned at the force of his grip, and looked up through narrow, lust smoked eyes at the flushed, jowled face leering down from between her uptilted legs. Cindy lay immobile while he raised her legs higher off the couch and forced them back over her head, pressing her toes into the cushions on either side of her head. Her tortured body was nearly bent double, the pain in her straining muscles almost unbearable. The glistening, flat plane of her moistly sucked pussy was offered up to the old man on the incestuous platter of indecency as he hovered over her in a push-up position, his hands holding her ankles to the couch.
Cindy thought she would die of disgrace, yet the seething frustration in her cunt would allow for no self pity. She rolled her blonde head from side to side, tears of frustration and indecision streaming down her satin cheeks as she gawked at his long thick penis aiming directly for her helplessly exposed vagina.
This was it... Cynthia Anne Wellington was about to be incestuously raped by a man old enough to be her father!
CHAPTER EIGHT
"You haven't said a word in the last two miles," George said to his brother sitting next to him on the cold plastic car seat. "What's eatin' you up?"
A sense of bitter injustice and cold-blooded deceit could be read on Dirk's taciturn features. Slowly he turned a frozen profile full-face. "What's there to talk about? You've sealed up the executorship. I never thought you capable of having your own wife seduce Uncle Nick... that's a damned cheap shot... after all I've done to help you out!"
"Wait a minute." The words came in measured stabs at defense. "Sure... blame it on George, the fuck-up. You've never lost a thing in your life." Years of living in the shadow of a successful brother broke in bitter sobs from George's chest.
"Quit feeling sorry for yourself," returned Dirk unsympathetically. "You've evened the score this time... " He drew a deep, quelling breath, staring unblinkingly at the laboring windshield wiper. "Let's quit playing games. You think I don't know that if Karen sleeps with Uncle Nick you'll get the bigger piece of the pie. You think you can play your cheap games behind my back? No way, brother... no more for me." Not only had his wife betrayed his desires, his needs, but now his own brother, the man he had saved from tragedy was playing with his emotions. A totally thankless lot, the two of them.
Behind the driver's wheel the younger brother shook with inner rage. "You wanna go back... we'll go back and ask Uncle Nick yourself. Hell, ask Karen, I don't care!" Even though the odds against Dirk's accusation rang of truth, he felt the stinging need to defend his wife even though the painful awareness of his wife's flippant amours burst like a festering boil within him. Through the blinding curtain of snow he could envision her sleek body slinking around Uncle Nick, thrusting out her garter belted hips... Oh, how the woman loved to wear teasing garter belts to accentuate her long, slender thighs-loved to prance around in high heels and stockings and those nothing bras of lace that pushed her melonous breasts out in a deep warm cleavage. A pain, like the thrust of a knife, jabbed at his loins in a stabbing reminder that those joys could very well belong to his own uncle. His drunken mind flashed in red letters: I-N-C-E-S-TH!
As if trying to choke it, his gloved fingers clasped around the steering wheel's hard coldness. He wished it was Karen's neck he was squeezing. The rotten bitch was putting the whole family in an uproar. Certainly Uncle Nick wouldn't be fool enough to fall for her whorish games; the old man might be a lustful old goat, but he was no fool.
"Shit... " grumbled George to himself, jamming on the brakes and like a boomerang, sent the vehicle into a semi-circular spin, the silver nose heading back to the Vermont cottage. "I had 'nough of this shit...!"
* * *
Uncle Nick grinned lewdly, and dropped heavily down on the nubile wife of his nephew, twisting erotically beneath him. With a grunt, his fleshy erection speared savagely up between her wide-spread pussy lips and into the heart of her waiting belly, pushing the soft warm folds before its cruelly invading head.
The rubbery hotness of Uncle Nick's incestuous cock head tearing into Cindy's cunt felt horrible yet wonderful at the same time. A great thirst within her was being slowly quenched, and with promise this time. Her face contorted and the initial whines of pleading transformed to whimpering pleadings to be taken against her will, to be torn apart, to be ruined forever by the heavily panting man fucking so diabolically into her. She wanted to be brutally mauled for having become a shameless slut... for having chosen the devil's pathway instead of decency!
Cindy ran the tip of her tongue over her dry, chapped lips, tasting against the piquant juices of her sister-in-law's sex. She flailed her head from side to side, alcohol dimming the memory of marriage and Dirk. She wanted to be savagely raped until he shot off his hot white cum to fill her womb... she was lost to sensation, to incestuous sensation!
"Hot damn, would you look at the bitch climb your prick!" Karen was ogling the heaving blonde woman. "My God, I never would have believed it!"
"Tender and tight... damn near virgin," groaned the old man as he surged and thrust his penis into her firmly clasping cunt. "I just might fuck her to death!"
Karen threw back her raven head and laughed.
The defiling obscenities only came through Cindy's haze dimly and she became something inhuman as she pumped up against the old man's flabby chest, naked flesh smacking against naked flesh. She glanced up into his satyr-like face and felt a thrill of the unforbidden that frightened her; she tried to push him away, but he only fucked her harder.
Uncle Nick slipped his hands beneath her nakedly churning buttocks and raised them still further on his straining hardness. Cindy moaned incoherently and wound her warm, smooth legs around his back and the velvet walls of her pussy clasped his rigidly pumping cock until she could feel every inch of his hot sliding shaft. She was insane, surrendering to this brutal rape.
"If only her namby-pamby husband could see his wife now!" Karen gasped. Through crazed, flickering eyes Cindy saw the worse than naked brunette lying on the floor beside them, the woman's eyes feasting on the close-up of Uncle Nick's rock hard penis screwing into her desperately sucking cunt. Cindy had her legs spread wide and her ankles locked high above Uncle Nick's straining shoulder blades. Her full pubic area was widely exposed to Karen, from clitoris to anus, the stretched vaginal slit inflamed and glistening.
Karen, aroused beyond control, began to masturbate. Her fingers plunged noisily and out of her gaping cunt as she struggled for breath, her face six aromatic inches from the carnal drubbing of penis into vagina. "Fuck her... ram it to her, Uncle Nick!" The wetly squelching sounds of masturbation reached Uncle Nick's ears and incited beyond control, he was whipped to harder noisy thrusts by the excitation of imagining an incestuous menage a trois. Confident that he could drive Cindy to such excesses by the use of physical brutality, he chose the thorny path of trickery. He glanced down at Cindy's beatific, scrunched up features and decided she was enjoying his forceful lovemaking too much. Drawing a deep breath, he pulled the mushroomed cock head down to the mouth of her lust inflamed cunt and held the fleshy stalk quietly, like some little rodent peeking its head into a hole.
Ideas were piling up in Uncle Nick's lecherous brain and though his balls ached with the temptation to thunder his cock against her cervix, he levered himself up above her squirming body and held himself immobile.
Cindy was baffled. "Why... what's wrong?" She squirmed her hips as if on ball bearings and clutched onto his hairy arms with squeezing fingers. Down between her legs, she was a hot bed of smouldering desire.
"I... I decided I can't do this to you, Cindy my dear," rasped the older man, hiding a smirk behind a guilt-ridden downcast expression.
"But... you already have!" wailed Cindy.
"It was stupid of me... I never should have started making passes at you. I'm terribly ashamed of myself." He sounded like a petulant child. Inside of Cindy's belly her velveteen cuntal muscles massaged his bloated penis tantalizingly; it was all he could do to keep from shoving it right up to her tonsils.
"But... " Cindy rammed her hips upward, forcing Uncle Nick an inch deeper inside her pussy, then wiggled her hips from side to side.
Uncle Nick tutted and shook his head. "My dear girl, what would your husband think if he knew about this... that I should want to make love to his very wife. Why... why that would be like Dirk wanting to make love to Karen!" He gritted his teeth, feeling his penis swell another blood-bloated inch within the juicy hole of Cindy's cunt. Glancing down into her blanched face, he stared into the pale blue eyes glassy and reflective of dammed up sexual longing.
Cindy's pearly teeth clamped over her pouty lower lip and her painted fingertips dug into Uncle Nick's hairy forearms like a drowning person holding to a raft. Her marbly eyes rolled over to see Karen finger herself furiously, the swollen folds of her pussy lips red and full from earlier lesbian teasing; her slanted nostrils flared from the musky scent of another woman's heat. In a subconscious, compromising gesture, she ran her tongue over her lips, tasting Karen's love juices and delighting in the reminiscent sweetness as if it were a crumb of pastry. She had to be filled, had to be satisfied ., . had to be loved! Oh, dear God, what had these two people done to her soul?
"It would... it would be just like Dirk wanting to make love to Karen," continued Uncle Nick, gloating in the control over his bodily functions as he felt his cock fill the slickened hole of Cindy's cunt without the friction of thrusting. For an old man, he still had it!
"That's no reason to... to stop!" Then Cindy let out a tortured yelp as she felt the meaty sausage stuffing her elastic pussy begin to free itself. Desperately, she rammed her hips up at Uncle Nick, regaining lost territory. Squirming beneath him, she slipped down the sofa until she was bent over like a pretzel. "Dirk wants to... to do that to Karen!"
Uncle Nick let out a gasp of surprise, watching out of the corner of his eye Karen's slick female finger plunging with hungry need. "What would put that idea into your head, my Cindy?"
Cindy's voice was barely recognizable to herself. "He told me... just... just before he left... oh, God, Uncle Nick, please fuck me," she whimpered tragically.
"That is shocking news," complied Uncle Nick, stoically enduring the stabbing pain of swollen testicles about to explode. Karen was one hot number, a firecracker perpetually on the verge of a crackling explosion, but Cindy was a satin doll... inside and out. Her slick cunt grasped him like a satin fist. "Hmmm... " He rolled his icy eyes at the ceiling.
Cindy, in a burst of honesty, cajoled, "Yes, yes he would! He already told me he... he would! He wouldn't care... oh, Gawd, fuck me! Fuck me in the cunt!"
Uncle Nick turned his eyes to Karen. "If you're sure... but we mustn't leave out Karen." He paused, gloating. "Karen, wiggle that ass over here and let Cindy suck your cunt while I fuck her!"
Compliantly, Karen removed her fingers hurriedly and lifted her buttocks so that Cindy's entire mouth could engulf her sensitive flesh. She wanted her sister-in-law to bring her to a spasming orgasm and her hands gripped the blonde's sensuously dancing breasts and squeezed the tender globes with sadistic strength, her brain lost in the heat of the sensations rolling from her vaginal crevice.
Cindy's two centers of scorching desire drove her on. She was almost ready to cum and she could not stop either her mouth or pussy from sucking. Her belly danced with excitement and her hot walled vagina gripped around Uncle Nick's plunging cock like a warmly clenching fist, while his cum-filled testicles pounded an erotic tattoo against her nakedly upthrust buttocks.
The hot blooded uncle dug deeper, wedging Cindy's thighs still further back, his lust hardened penis fucking into her with thunderous fury. Karen, the sucking lips of her pussy driving her to raw, naked insanity, rocked back and forth on the carpet and wailed, "Ohhh... I... I'm cummmminggg!" She jerked and twisted insanely beneath the oral licking of the wife. "Suck me harder, Cindeeee, suck me harder!" And then her wetly orgasming cunt spilled out with the juices of her climax. "Ahhhhh!"
Uncle Nick fucked into Cindy's frantically rippling pussy, the lewd cries and moans egging him on with volcanic heat. Cindy cried out from the increasingly brutal impalement--her voice muffled--but her greedily clasping cunt locked down around his rutting penis and slithered up wetly to devour still more of the drilling, sausage-like rig. She was cumming too, and sweat was pouring from her flesh as she aimed mightily for the orgasm which had for so long evaded her... it was so close, so very close!
"Fuck her! Oh, Uncle, fuck her hard!" she heard George's wife encourage, but Cindy could understand no more than the tremendous singing in her ears as her young body stiffened and then rose in an erupting blast of light and fire. "Ah! Ah! I'm cummming!" the convulsing blonde screamed out, filling the living room air with her screams and the honeyed scent of her exploding sex. She was only vaguely aware that at the same time she was being filled with gushes of hot molten sperm from Uncle Nick's wildly jerking cock, ejaculating its long-awaited release up into her belly.
Minutes later, Cindy's shuddering climax had left her sleeping peacefully, her conscious euphorically filled with dreams of erotica. She stirred in her sleep, feeling the hulk of human warmth lift from beside her body, then something was spread over her nudity. Lazily she snuggled under the blanket.
A self-satisfied smirk crossed Uncle Nick's face as he glanced down at the slumbering blonde whose polished fingertips draped over the edge of the sofa to rest on the satiny bowl of Karen's naked belly.
The gorgeous featured brunette still wore the smile of satiation and Uncle Nick rightly interpreted behind that indulgent smile a flicker of greed.
With a feeling of pride the older man hastened to the bedroom where he slipped into a robe and poured himself a stiff shot of brandy in a snifter. Bare feet padding down the hallway, he paused at the thermostat to turn it down and back into the living room had settled into the over stuffed chair, sipping at his drink contentedly, when the crunch of snow tires in the drive beyond brought him to an erect posture.
"The dirty devils," he growled, pressing his nose to the glass and watching two hunched over figures stomp through knee-deep snow. "They defied me!"
* * *
The two brothers circled around to the back of the house, no words exchanged between them, and filed through the door, brushing snow off their shoulders and kicking off their boots. The icy silence between them was electrically tense.
Dirk shed his coat and hung it in the foyer on a hook, feeling his ears pound from the rapid change in temperature. "Christ, it's hot in here," he mumbled, removing, too, his sweater enroute to the living room. George, leaning against the wall in attempt to balance himself, kicked off one boot, then the other. In stocking feet he followed sullenly after his brother, heading straight for the liquor cabinet in the living room. He felt angry and cheated and ready for a drink. Head lowered he stomped down the hallway with the force and intentions of a maddened bull.
Hearing the ruckus from the foyer, Uncle Nick bolted from his chair, a comic figure dressed in bathrobe and barefooted, hairy legs too thin for a man his size sticking out below the him. He held a drink in his hand and an expression of camouflaged startlement on his age-lined face. He'd been caught in his own net and didn't like it one bit.
"Good evening, nephews," he chuckled a bit nervously. "I'm surprised to see you back so soon." He stared at the growlish faces wearing sour expressions and wondered how long it would take their nostrils to sniff sex, their tempers to blow the roof off when George spied his wife spread eagled on the floor adorned in a torn brassiere, garters and ragged stockings... and Dirk, how would he respond when he walked around the sofa to see his naked blonde headed Miss Purity slumbering under the blanket slipped down to reveal one ruby nippled breast swollen and hot from Karen's mauling kisses!
"He... he... " he chortled to himself, wishing he had a video tape to authenticate this event for time immemorial. Between his knobby knees he felt the tingle of lust mount anew along the hirsute flab of his inner thighs. "Well, boys," he said, waiting for them to make their discoveries, "I'm prepared to announce the executor of my will." With that revelation, both men locked eyes on the flushed face of their uncle.
The game was about to end.
CHAPTER NINE
"My decision," began Uncle Nick, stroking his brandy snifter, "has taken a good deal of consideration." He addressed his nephews with his typical noble aire of supremacy as they stood transfixed in the living room doorway. "You're both good men, a hard choice, indeed... and so, realizing that the money will of course go to both nephew and wife, I've had to take into consideration the personality of each."
A long, meaningful pause ensued, during which time Uncle Nick tipped the glass to his lips and took a significant mouthful, watching over the crystal rim as Dirk's face turned ashen and his brother's widened into a confident grin.
Remembering Cindy's admission of having heard and seen Karen fling herself at Uncle Nick and then agreed to participate in one of his infamous plots, Dirk felt himself begin to tremble and his mood plummeted to the depths of depression. Being an honest, conscientious person brought no rewards in this lifetime, he thought bitterly, glancing abruptly at his brother to see his lips part in a complacent smirk. Seething animosity uncharacteristic of his educated self broke through in a gush of anger.
Turning to George, he said through pursed lips: "Are you satisfied now? Using your whore wife to do your dirty work?" His normally soft voice rose to a thunderous roar. Grabbing his brother by the lapels he shook the startled hulk of a man until his teeth rattled.
"Now, now... " cut in Uncle Nick. "The sexual proclivities of Karen have nothing to do with my decision... although I'd have to say the woman is one ripe lay."
George flushed crimson. He stalked toward the liquor cabinet to pour himself a drink, passing by the sofa and letting out an injured yelp of pain. A bubble of alcohol-tasting bile rose in his throat, but he. swallowed it down, staring incredulously at his spread eagled wife snoring peacefully in the after throes of obvious orgasm. He could see from the flicker of firelight playing across the room the glistening juices of orgasm, eyed the torn stockings, the shameless, adulterous posture... and knew who'd been her playmate.
"As I said... the woman is one ripe lay, nephew... she behaves to your credit."
So he had won the executorship! He didn't know whether to beat his wife or hug her!
Dirk flew into a state of indignancy. "This is abominable! This is cheap and disgusting... basing a decision on ,a woman's sexuality!" Lifting his chin nobly, he looked askance, his nostrils flaring with rage.
"T wouldn't be so quick to judge, Dirk. Your wife came in first place."
One could have heard a pin drop. Then a charge of motion blurred the silence as George pounced on his wife and shook her limp body by the shoulders. Her naked breast bobbed up and down like a cork in water.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he growled. "You fuck everything but a snake and the first time it makes a good god damn you blow it!"
Lazily, Karen opened one sleepy eye and yawned, muttering incoherently.
Something stirred on the sofa, the yelling and screaming jolting Cindy out of her erotic stupors; she clawed her way upright on the sofa, unconscious of her nudity, and turned around to rest her chin on the sofa back. "Dirk... " she muttered softly in a baby voice. "You're home, Dirk... "But what were all these people doing in their bedroom... where had he gone and why was his face all scrunched up and mean looking? She rubbed her eyes with the balls of her fists and slumped down from the effort of it all. With a supreme effort of will, she struggled to consciousness and, hiding under the blanket, listened intently The rough wool blanket was prickly against her flesh. Now why was that? In a burst of despair, she realized she was laying naked... and why. The shame and humiliation and evidence thereof was running down her sleek thighs, the piquant taste of her adulterous, lesbian lust encrusted on her lips. She wanted to wither up and die. Dirk would kill her, with due cause. Wiping her sniffling nose, she lifted the blanket's corner with one shaking hand and waited for his angered outburst.
"You mean... you mean I got the executorship!" babbled Dirk, scratching his head, the color coming back to his cheeks. "Be-because of Cindy going to bed with you?" He threw back his head and laughed, letting out a victorious whoop that cut Cindy's pride to the core.
She flew from the couch and stomped toward her husband in nude glory. "How could you?" she blasted. "How could you say such a thing?"
Dirk should have slapped her silly for being a slut, should have threatened her with divorce. Instead he was laughing amusedly at her sexual talents... disbelieving that Uncle Nick could be satisfied with her performance in bed. What kind of greedy, insensitive bastard had she married?
He would pay dearly for that!
Something inside of Cindy snapped. Except for the crackling fireplace logs, the room was silent. Uncle Nick stood beside his chair, brandy snifter in hand while on the floor George and Karen sat huddled in utter disbelief at the radically changed sister-in-law sashaying about the living room, buttocks wiggling, breasts bouncing.
"My husband," began Cindy, cupping her two warmly tingling breasts with the palms of her hands as if presenting them as gifts of fleshy pleasure, "thinks it's cute that I had incestuous sex with Uncle Nick." Her voice was icy but her body was hot, fire light playing orange shadows over her sheened bumps and curves. She experienced an oddly delightful feeling at being the focal point of their attention as she strutted about the room, thrusting her nakedly quivering mounds at the startled onlookers.
"Why stop with Uncle Nick?" she smirked sluttishly, flinging her blonde hair over her naked shoulder. Eyeing George and Karen on the floor, Cindy stopped in front of her brother-in-law and kneeling down, squatted her haunches so that not only her breasts but the moistening pink slit of her pussy was open to his gaze. "Would you like to fuck me, George?"
George, too startled to answer, finally let out a groan. "Yeah! Christ!" He smiled up at her lewdly, no longer concerned that she had beaten Karen's time with Uncle Nick. Somehow it seemed almost worth losing if it meant seeing a mind-blowing show like this. He'd never guessed that below that modest exterior hid a pair of breasts like those. His long thick cock was pounding stiffly in his pants.
Cindy's tongue darted out to softly lick her lips again, the very thought of her total depravity sending more flashes of shameless arousal through her nakedly displayed flesh. It was obvious from Karen's expression that she was enjoying the carnal feast.
"You want me, George?" She heard herself ask in a throaty purr. The whole of her wetly glistening pink vaginal lips were presented up for his inspection. To urge him on, she reached down and parted the cum-dewed petals. "Well, George?"
"I... I... ah... "
"Christ, George," exploded Uncle Nick with hoarse excitement. "Get down and throw her the bone! Christ, she'll probably suck Karen, too, if you ask her. She did an hour ago!"
Collectively, the brothers sucked in their breath.
George let go of his wife's shoulders and looked around him with a bewildered, drunken expression. Though Uncle Nick was urging him on, the idea of fucking his brother's wife in front of Karen seemed terribly obscene! Karen had no call to complain, not after what she'd obviously done that evening... but, Jesus, what about Dirk?
Dirk rode the fine line of insanity, torn between ripping his hair out and slapping his wife silly for this abominable performance. The sight of her parading around naked and then parting her vaginal lips for his brother made him wince with acute embarrassment. Yet he hesitated. If he stopped Cindy, Uncle Nick would be sorely offended. There'd go the executorship, and it wouldn't answer the problem of Cindy. In fact, it would make her adultery all for naught! Dear Lord, what was a man to do? Sweat beading on his forehead, the humiliated husband continued to watch his wife, still held immobile from indecision and greed...
Inside Cindy a fire was building that she could no longer control, and as an excited moan escaped her parted lips, she realized that she wanted to be fucked by her brother-in-law. She had already lost her husband, her self respect... why stop now? Already she had punished Dirk with bitter vengeance. She had passed the great divide of adultery.
"Fuck me, George," hissed Cindy passionately through her teeth. Her outstretched middle finger slipped down between the soft honey curls of her pussy and slightly parted her fleshy vaginal lips. Her eyes rolling in heated desire, she began to slide her finger up and down the wetly throbbing crevice of her cunt. "God, what do I have to do to make a man of you?"
"If you don't, damn it, I will!" chortled Uncle Nick, tearing at his robe's belt.
That's all it took for George. Snapping to his feet, he beat his uncle in the race to nudity, and stood naked, his thick penis spearing out from his belly like a tree trunk. "I'm bringing home the meat, baby, don't move!"
Cindy mewled passionately at him with tears of anticipation blurring her vision. "Gawd," she gaped appreciatively at his loins.
The vision of his wife shamefully seducing his brother was too much for Dirk. "Stop this, Cindy!" he bellowed. "Stop making an ass of yourself!"
Cindy's blonde head snapped in his direction. "You can't stop me, Dirk Wellington! Why should you? I'm just bartered goods to you... like, like a load of cement, a steel crane."
"Shuddup, Dirk!" Uncle Nick yelled, all of his jowls and naked paunch wobbling threateningly. "Let her have her way!"
"No!" Dirk clamped his hands over his ears.
"Yeah, shuddup, executor!" George sneered down at his brother.
The Wellington brother's blood nearly iced from the sound of the title. It sounded obscene, a terrible reminder of the vicious hold Uncle Nick had on him in the name of money. Slowly, he sank into the nearest chair, feeling an odd tingling in his own loins at the prospect of watching his own wife make love to his brother. It would be lewdly interesting to judge her performance objectively. The initial shock of absolute horror was quickly fading to a feather-light quiver in his thighs, causing his penis to throb with morbid expectation. Then he heard his brother say: "I like to fool around a bit... get the juices flowing."
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"Suck me off, Cindy. Take my cock in your mouth and suck."
Cindy stiffened. "Not that... just fuck me the regular way!"
"Ah, fuck... don't back out now!" he wailed. With that, he got down on his knees on the carpet and leaned toward her until her face was inches from his penis, his sperm-filled testicles swaying below. Wrapping his fingers in her blonde curls, he twisted her head with vengeance. "I said suck\"
"Mmmmfff... " The rubbery nob was forced between her teeth, drubbing at the back of her tender throat. The piquant taste like a succulent hors d'oeurve awakened her tastebuds, sheening all fears with desire. She opened her mouth, licking her lips, allowing her tongue to stretch out between her lips. She moved her head forward, marvelling: This tastes as good as Karen's cunt! The alcohol, the heat, the spiteful need for vengeance had melted Cindy's inhibitions into a buttery mush of desire. She swirled her tongue around the eye, tasting his juices while George moaned wildly, his fingers digging into her scalp. Compliantly she opened her mouth wider to accept all of him, moving her tongue in faster strokings, holding the base between her thumb and forefinger while balancing herself on her other arm.
"Ahhhhshitttttt... " moaned George. "Damn, woman... " Cindy began bobbing her head rhythmically, her tongue twirling and her ovalled wet lips nibbling softly around the sliding shaft of his penis. George jerked his hips forward, staring down at her lewdly bobbing head, watching her firm breasts dance and sway beneath her chest as she slid her hungrily sucking mouth back and forth along his pistoning cock. He could see her lips clinging to the swollen head of his penis on the outstroke, and he could feel the pressure of his impending orgasm bloat his testicles painfully as she swallowed all of his aching erection over and over again.
Cindy was sucking his cock voraciously now, surrendering to the lewdness of her spite-born perversion, reveling in the delightful taste of his manly flesh. Her naked loins were aching with increasing tension as her climax built higher and higher. Never had she conceived that a woman could climax from sucking a man's cock, but it seemed as if she was capable of that now! And Dirk had laughed at her sexual performance. She wanted her brother-in-law to cum in her mouth while her horror stricken husband watched feet away. She began to suck him faster, more wildly, her breasts heaving and her hips churning, her eyes squeezed tightly shut in ecstasy. Her lips and nose were pressed against the wiry bristles of his thick pubic hair, and she could catch the heavy male aroma of his genitals wafting into her nostrils, which only incited her to greater depravity.
Dirk was boggle-eyed as he viewed his once-modest wife sucking his brother's cock--in public--Christ Almighty! All the years of pleading with her for the same and here she was wrapping her lips around George's wetly glistening penis as if she were a starving waif! Anger and heartache ate at his senses, and he realized he was wrong in not stopping the entire affair when Uncle Nick brought up the subject of the executorship... but he was first of all a man, animal part of him rooted him to the chair, hotly aroused by the pure salaciousness of the spectacle. Shamefully, squirming in his chair, he realized that he was obscenely excited by what he was witnessing, and that it was mattering to him less and less that his wife was sucking his brother's penis, gaining fantastic pleasure from another man in a style that she had never allowed him. She was proving she was a woman, all woman. Again he wondered what carnal circus had taken place during his absence and from his vantage point he caught sight of the red welts cross-hatching his wife's buttocks and wondered about the origin of those. He twisted in his chair, feeling his own building emotions growing with hot intensity, small drops of seminal fluid oozing from the swollen round tip of his now fully hardened cock.
Uncle Nick standing naked by the fireplace, lightly stroked his eagerly pulsing hardness. Flicking his fingers back and forth, he feasted his eyes on the wildly rotating cheeks of Cindy Wellington's uptilting buttocks. Shit, he couldn't take another minute of this sweet torture! He had to join in--had to take part in this rape of Dirk's wife. Unable to contain himself, he panted and wheezed, groping his way down on all fours where he paused for a moment to collect his ragged breath. He knelt between Cindy's undulating thighs, positioning his naked girth between her kneeling legs. Then, placing his hands on her hips, he probed experimentally with his fingers, digging them gently into her warm young flesh. He found her backbone, the tiny ridges standing out from the humped-over position she was in, and followed it slowly until he came into warm contact with the sweat slickened crevice of her vagina.
"Ohhhh... that feels so good!" mewled Cindy.
Uncle Nick chuckled lewdly and pressed his hardened penis into the wetly heated slit, siding it up and down in sensuous taunting.
Cindy squirmed her naked buttocks in a beckoning invitation back against the uncle, shuddering from the violent desire to be invaded at both ends. "Oh, fuck me in the cunt, Uncle Nick... like you did before!" she cried out, and then hungrily took the rigidly thrusting cock of George back into her warm mouth, sighing contentedly as she began to suck.
Uncle Nick snorted as he dug his fingers into her pussy and slicked his cock head with the mixture of his previous cum and Cindy's.
Cindy felt his hard hands grip her sensitive buttocks, still raw from his beating, his fingers spreading her ass cheeks wide apart. She knew in that instant that Uncle Nick was going to fuck her all right, but anally! He was going to push his erection right up her bowels and sodomize her!
Cindy tried to cry out, the horror of the revelation filling her with disgust and sorrow, but Uncle Nick held her firm, chuckling: "Just relax and I'll try not to hurt you... too much."
Pain! Cindy's mind flashed red. More pain! She couldn't stand to be hurt again... and being whipped with a belt would be nothing compared to the agony of Uncle Nick's sausage-like prick being rammed up her anus!
The older man had spread her defenselessly upthrust buttocks wide now, and she knew he was staring at the tiny puckered rosette of her anus. She tried to twist away, but George flexed his hips and drove his hardness down past her tonsils, yanking at her hair so tightly she feared he might scalp her! And then the kneeling wife felt the rubbery head press against her naked rectal hole, tease along there, and nudge against the tiny sphincter muscle. She heard the older man draw in a long breath.
"No, no, no... Aaahhhggg!" Her muffled scream echoed throughout the living room. "Dirk... Dirk, help meeee!" ; With a sudden vicious lunge, Uncle Nick rammed forward, his lust-hardened shaft of flesh splitting into her virginal anus with a savage, unmerciful force. It never stopped as it tore through the hot spongy passage as if it were tissue paper, not until she felt his sperm-weighted testicles slap against her inner thighs. The scream which was in her mind tried to force itself out of her throat, but all that came forth this time were strangled gasps as George flexed his buttocks and drove his long hard cock deeper into the warm softness of her mouth.
"Son of a bitch!" grunted Uncle Nick half in pain. "A cherry ass, this one! Dirk you ought to be ashamed of yourself for not taking better care of your wife!"
Cindy tried to shriek out in pain, but the penis fucking in and out between her lips forced her to swallow her cries. Her angelic features were contorted in blistering agony as Uncle Nick clutched at her hips and hammered his marauding penis deeper up into her tightly resisting anal hole. The pressure of his straining thighs thrust her forward, impaling her face on George's loins until she started to gag. It was suck or suffocate!
Behind her Uncle Nick was thrusting with great, surging strokes, making bestial sounds deep in his throat as his fleshy probe continued its invasion of her rectal hole. His hips pumped and his fingers clawed at her sleek thighs as Cindy ground her naked ass cheeks back against his pelvis while his testicles smacked loudly against her cunt below. Then he drew his penis out slightly, watching breathlessly as her pouting anal lips clung to the shaft, sliding reluctantly down the length of his withdrawing penis. He continued to pull out until only the lust swollen cock head was left lodged in between the widened, pain filled entrance of her rectum. He moaned and thrust inward again, his breath wheezing faster. Then he began fucking crazily into her warm buttery anal canal, feeling her spongy flesh and rubbery muscles grip his cock possessively.
As Uncle Nick and her brother-in-law buffeted Cindy haplessly between them like a rag doll spitted on sticks, some of the pain and torment began lifting. Gradually, the naked young girl began to feel something else, something far more lewd and shameful--the same sexual frenzy of lust she had first known earlier that evening and again when she'd first tasted George's cock.
What pleasure!
Her hips began to grind back against the rampaging cock skewering her anus, her head flailing faster and faster as her sucking mouth bent to its delicious task with blind passion.
Cindy was truly a whore now. "Mmmm!" she mewled around the big rigid penis stuffing her mouth, her resistance completely broken. "Both of you... fuck me!" There was no salvation left for her, nothing in her life except the savage twin cocks battering her to hell and back between them.
Meanwhile, Karen Wellington could feel the pit of her belly and thighs excitedly quivering from the lewd exhibition before her. The wanton sister-in-law had to hand it to Cindy--she was a blonde angel with the heart of the devil. She could hear Dirk groaning from where he sat across from her and incited to become part of this mind-warping incestuous orgy, she stood up and walked over to him, keeping her eyes glued to the helplessly trapped body of his wife only inches away from them both.
"I know you've got a hard-on under that sour look, Dirk. Take your clothes off and fuck me while we watch!"
Dirk didn't have to be asked twice. His breath quickened at her obscenities and he turned to her, eyes rolling tormentedly. She touched his knee and he could feel her hot breath on his pants and her fingers seemed to sear the cloth.
"Hurry, Dirk... you do want to fuck me, don't you?" She reached up and pressed her hand against his throbbing bulge. Dirk nearly stopped breathing from the convulsive reaction of her touch. His face was crimson from anguish and intense arousal and the sweet smell of her perfumed, musky nakedness was too much away in the face of ruined decency.
"It's only physical," assured Karen. "You want it and I want it, so why not?"
Dirk stared at his wife with tortured eyes; there was Cindy being fucked front and rear by two men... his own relatives! Worse-- the more he had watched his wife grovel after these men's genitals the less sickened he became and the more aroused he was. It was a Freudian dream come true, an orgiastic, incestuous banquet set up for him without guilt or remorse. Yes! His painfully throbbing cock was pressing for release; why let his family ostracize him for morality?
He shed his clothes in seconds and leapt at Karen. "Let's fuck, you hot bitch!" he snarled at her. "Let's fuck and show those amateurs who in this family has the balls!"
Down onto the floor they scrambled, spreading out lengthwise with Dirk on top of Karen. With lust possessed urgency, she placed the blood swollen head of his wildly pulsating cock against her gaping vaginal lips and began to undulate her fleshy buttocks beneath the lace strap of her garter belt while, at the same, pressing his rigid shaft into her wetly quivering pussy slit with her own eager fingers. She raised her throbbing crevice to help center his hardened manhood and groaned: "Shove it in me, Dirk!"
With one long smooth lunge, Dirk rammed his savage erection all the way into Karen's hotly welcoming cunt to the spongy tip of her cervix. There was not the slightest resistance in the woman he was fucking, and Dirk could feel the smooth, wet walls of her pussy clasping around his aching cock so moistly and greedily that it almost drove him to orgasm right then and there!
"Ahhhh!" Karen moaned as she felt her entire belly flowering open to receive his virile hardness up inside her desperately yearning womb. Her nakedly spread body followed her brother-in-law's as he began to stroke viciously up inside her, her lewdly splayed thighs rotating in wild abandoned jerks beneath him. "Ohhh yes! Ohhh fuck me while we watch!"
Cindy Wellington had watched her husband's erect penis slithering wetly into Karen's eagerly clenching pussy, and she could feel George's cock jerking in her mouth while he watched his wife's face contort in ecstasy under the hammering blows of his brother's penis. Instead of feeling hurt by the incestuous fucking, it only drove her passions higher. She began gyrating her hips in a wild tempo that Uncle Nick was hard pressed to match. The dual cocks increased their raping speed into her sucking mouth and rectum.
They were alive within her! The hard rubbery cock head imbedded in her rectum, the tingling pound of the semen-bloated testicles against her vaginal slit and against her drooling chin, the thick folds of flesh along the penis screwing into her mouth as if it were just another cunt... they were all part of her now! She was one of them, and in spite of her pain, her tongue began a wild licking at the hardened shaft filling her cheeks. She butted her ass-cheeks back against Uncle Nick's cock like a frothing animal, feeling as she did so the first waves of her climax taking hold of her. She mewled around the penis battering her mouth in pure delight, letting her own orgasm build in direct cadence to her incestuous lovers', knowing it wouldn't be long until she was a freed captive of the greed and lust that shook the branches of the Wellington family tree.
George's wife watched like a hungry cat, her eyes scant inches from where the twin cocks were scourging Cindy's orifices like twin battering rams. The sight of the once innocent blonde going raving mad and turning into a sex-crazed maniac was simply too much for Karen to ignore. "Ohhh," she grunted beneath Dirk's pounding hardness. "Oh, I... I'm going to cum! Nowww!"
"Cum, cum, cum," chanted Dirk frantically. Plunging into her, he fucked harder and faster, and just as they heard the first howling signs that the incestuous trio were cumming, with a loud groan of release Dirk released his hot seed deep up inside his sister-in-law's quivering cunts hole, pumping his hot virile semen high up into her receptive belly. Karen's own blistering orgasm spiralled up until she thought she'd lost her mind, and then they both collapsed, spent and satiated, the brunette wife on her back with her legs limply out on either side. The pink lips of her quivering pussy could still be seen wet and glistening as Dirk slipped his wilting erection from inside of her with a wet sluicing sound. As they rolled apart, Karen's eyes rolled toward the sight of her husband and Uncle Nick bringing Cindy to a thunderous orgasm...
George gave out a grunting noise and locking both hands around the back of Cindy's blonde bobbing head, drew her warm wet mouth deep down on his cock until only a small bit could be seen uncovered by her sucking lips. She groaned from the agonizing pain of the meaty cudgel stuffed down her throat, and then mewled in wild delight as she tasted the first thick spurts of his hot, fiery semen. His gushing cum flooded into the back of her mouth, filling the moist warm cavity and bloating her cheeks until they almost burst. Her throat worked gluttonously, swallowing and sputtering to keep from choking on the creamy sperm as he emptied his testicles into the depths of her tender stomach.
Uncle Nick, laboring behind her, thrust his massive hardness forward with vengeance, working demon-like with its long, brutal strokes far up into her convulsively puckering rectum. "I'm cumming!" he bellowed. "Yeeeeooowww!"
Cindy felt certain the uncle's cock would meet George's in mid-belly. A horrendous burning surge of hot, swirling seed spewed deep up into her anus with a burning, searing agony that brought sparkles to play before her eyes. The seething sperm filled her belly... and then her own climax struck her, lifting her off the ground like a hot air balloon disappearing into the clouds.
Cindy's orgasm was an intense explosion of flickering lights and far-off ringing chants sounding from the heavens of her bliss. She felt their semen and her secretions rushing together in warm, sticky rivers, flowing down from her mouth and down from her anus, and up from her seething cunt to become one together in the pit of her belly. For a long, insane, soulless moment she knew nothing other than the joy of twin cocks draining into her, while her own juicy rapture rivered from her spasming cuntal lips and down her helplessly quivering thighs to the rumpled carpet below her knees.
CHAPTER TEN
Gradually the two men withdrew their wilting cocks from Cindy Wellington and the five naked people sprawled out on the floor, all half-comatose from their climaxes. Cindy lay across the steaming loins and ticklishly hairy chest of George Wellington, her slim legs wide apart, a tempting view of her sperm flooded anus gleaming in the firelight. Her husband Dirk crawled over from Karen to touch his wife, his eyes fastening on her ravaged genitals as he placed an affectionate hand on her thigh.
"Thanks, baby. It's off to Hawaii forever. Does that sound good to you?" he said.
Uncle Nick raised his balding head and squinted at his nephew. "Not so fast, Dirk. I said I had based my decision on the personalities of your wives... I didn't say I'd appointed you anything!"
One could hear Dirk suck in his breath, see his cheeks flush with humiliation. He began to stutter a retort and aborted his efforts quickly. What could he say?
Four sets of bewildered eyes turned toward Uncle Nick. The old man wasn't finished playing games with them yet. "I've decided," he announced assuming a noble air, "that the position should go to Cindy Wellington."
"No!" garbled George.
"The bitch... " Karen's eyes slitted menacingly.
"B-b-but... why?" Dirk was absolutely incredulous.
"She's the only one in this whole damned family who refused to grovel on her hands and knees like a starving dog trying to catch a few crumbs from the king's table." Rising to his knees, his cold blue eyes leveled on his seething nephew's. "You're a poor excuse for a husband, Dirk. I wouldn't blame her a bit if she told you to get lost."
"That," sniped Cindy decisively, "is exactly what I intend to do. I'm going to buy myself a little patch of beach front property in Hawaii, dear," she sneered, "and build a little bungalow. Maybe someday I'll find a man who's got the balls to stand up for his wife the way I will him. And now... " she rose up on her hands and knees a bit shakily and snatched up the blanket from the floor."... I feel like getting some sleep. Goodnight."
