The Family Swappers book One

Chapter 4

Arlene was dressed in a crisp cotton dress that she considered perfect for the early morning, and even though it was still cool, she felt quite warm as she busied herself about the large house. She had already spoken to the housekeeper, Margaret, and established the fact that she and not Sylvie, would henceforth be giving the orders. The older woman seemed to be relieved and Arlene was pleased to note that several of her suggestions had already been carried out.

The dining room was filled with flowers from the garden, as were the other rooms of the big house. It had seemed a little solemn before, and now there was a cheery sunny atmosphere throughout all the rooms that made a noticeable difference.

When Tim Cassidy came down for breakfast at 6:15 A.M. the dining room had already received Arlene's "touch", and he drank his black coffee and ate his specially flown in French croissants while reading the early morning editions of 6 newspapers. The croissants were a luxury that Tim hoped to keep secret from any prying newspaper columnists, since he knew that the general public would consider such an expense as having the delicious crisp pastries flown over daily from Paris an outrageous waste of money. But, Tim often said, "It is my money and I'll do what I want with it, even if I have to do it secretly!"

Arlene was surprised that Sylvie was still in bed as Tim sped away for town driving his own Buick sportswagon. She waved goodbye to the handsome young politician, thinking that if she were his wife, she would be up every morning, no matter how early, to see her husband off!

By the time she went back into the dining room, the other brothers were having breakfast, and Arlene said a pleasant good morning to Ron and Erick, and then let the two blonde men go back to reading their newspapers. She went into the kitchen where the cook gave her a cup of coffee, and then she carried it to the living room, where she sat down on a comfortable leather sofa to drink it. Looking around her at the quiet luxury of the room, Arlene could not get over the fact that this big house was not only to be her home for the next few months, but that she herself was completely in charge of running it.

She felt very, very capable as she sat beneath Jenson Cassidy's oil portrait. And she felt that the old man who had been the Cassidy brothers' father, was looking down at her with approval. She could not help thinking how much more suited she was to the job of taking charge of things and making them run smoothly than her younger cousin, Sylvie, even though Arlene had only started that very morning on her new job.

Ron and Erick's voice drifted in from the dining room, but the attractive brunette could not hear what they were saying. She visualized Sylvie upstairs sleeping soundly, no doubt feeling delicious traces of sensuality from her previous night's love-making with her husband, Tim. Resentfully, Arlene was aware of a slight tingling in her sleekly tapered thighs, there toward the high inner center where they touched together. But, feeling suddenly ashamed, she brushed her thoughts and feelings out of her mind. After all, Sylvie had sent for her to help out, and that was just what she would do. Sylvie had other, more important things to do and no doubt needed the sleep she was getting!

The "snooze alarm" went off at 9:30 and Sylvie heard rustling noises coming from her dressing room. The tub water was being turned on, and groggily, Sylvie realized that her maid, Ella, was in there preparing her morning tub. Once more, Sylvie regretted her own cowardice. Why she had not fired the girl several days ago she could not even explain to herself. She knew that Ella herself was probably not responsible for her lewd seduction on the beach by young Erick Cassidy, that she was in fact as much a victim of the fatal Cassidy charm as she herself was.

These thoughts plus the fact that she feared betraying still more weakness to the youngest brother of the family had caused her to keep Ella on as her maid, although the mere sight of the girl was enough to set Sylvie's teeth on edge. Now, though as the disappointing events of the night before rushed in on her waking brain, Sylvie sat up with a start.

"Get out!" she cried, "Get out of here!"

She was satisfied to hear the noises of the teen-aged girl's flight from the bathroom, and she fell back to the bed with a sigh. She reached her hand out for the printed sheet of paper which detailed her day's activities, conscious all the while of the now cold indentation beside her on the outsized double bed, where her husband had slept on his back all night long. There had been a time, Sylvie remembered, when the two of them had slept curled close to each other at night, but now Tim slept as a complete entity unto himself, and Sylvie kept to her own side of the bed, mindful nonetheless of the warmth she was missing.

Angrily, Sylvie read the schedule for the day. Her hairdresser was due in half an hour, and then at 11:00 she had to tape an interview with Jay Starker of NBC News. The television cameras were probably already being set up downstairs, and Sylvie hoped that Arlene would be able to cope with everything. In the afternoon she was due to visit a Foundling Home in Grandville where it was known that conditions were under par due to lack of Federal and State funds. Her visit was supposed to point up these facts and Tim's speech that night at the fund raising dinner would no doubt contain a reference to it.

After the dinner which she had to attend with her husband, Tim had a private meeting with some of the state big wigs who were supporting him, and Sylvie was on her own. At the bottom of the page the word FREE was written, and Sylvie read it thinking bitterly of how exhausted and bored she would be by that time, and more than that, of her husband, who would probably not return home until the wee hours of the morning after what she knew was an important meeting in town. There would be no love-making that night, she knew, as she climbed out of bed, no lovemaking and no comfort for hours, days… perhaps years!

The prospect was grim indeed as the stunning 24-year-old blonde surveyed her face in the bathroom mirror, she thought with desperation that she must do something to control the horrible trap that her life was becoming. Something had to be done!

"You'd better stick around to make sure that she can handle the television people," Ron had told his younger brother, Erick, as he climbed into the back of the limousine.

"Sure thing!" Erick replied, "she's a pretty thing, isn't she?"

"Watch your step, Erick! She and Sylvie are like sisters… Don't make any unnecessary complications!" he commanded, disappearing into the depths of the back seat.

"I always watch my step!" Erick replied as the car headed down the driveway toward the town. "Or at least I try to," he said to himself as he turned to go back into the house.

The TV people were making a racket in the living room when he went in, but Erick noticed that Arlene had everything pretty well in hand.

"You're going to work out fine, aren't you?" he told her as she whizzed by him on her way to speak with the special advisor the family had always used for television appearances. A former director himself, he brought along the best make-up man in the business and made certain that there were no unflattering angles or lighting during the taping.

Arlene was going to talk with him about the color of the flowers that would be behind Sylvie while she was talking to the interviewer.

Erick was pleased to see the newcomer blush under his frank gaze.

"I certainly plan to," she replied, firmly, with a brisk smile that she intended to mean that she was friendly, but busy.

Erick watched her go by, and followed her moving hips with interest and amusement. "Built like a brick shit house," he murmured to himself as he took in the firm but full shapes of Arlene's buttocks as she hurriedly walked across the room. "Wonder what those babies would feel like in my hands?" he mused to himself as he walked out onto the terrace to survey the morning.

He decided that he would hang around until Sylvie came downstairs. He wouldn't miss his morning greeting to his nervous sister-in-law for anything, not after he'd caught her spying on him at the beach that day. He still felt a gleeful exhilaration every time he thought about seeing her up there on the dune, her fingers wriggling in her own pussy. His own brother's wife! He'd always suspected that she was a hot number, and it had always been a source of pleasure to him to see her turn red with embarrassment and anger when he whispered those suggestive things to her about his girl friends. But now, things were much more serious! There was no real rush about it, but Erick know that shortly he was going to feel those long silky legs of Sylvie's wrapped around his neck. His own hard cock, and not his big brother Tim's was going to be filling that little blonde cunt of hers, and she was going to love it! Of that much he was sure!

Sylvie came slowly down the winding staircase. She looked almost surrealistically beautiful, having just been made up and coiffeured by the experts. Her white dress was simple but expensive, her well turned calves and ankles led down to a white medium heeled pump of soft Italian leather. On her wrist she wore the gold bracelet her husband had given her the night before. There was a hush among the waiting cameramen and the others that were crowded into the living room of the Cassidy Family Meeting Place as Sylvie appeared among them. Arlene tried to stifle the jealousy that the sight of Sylvie provoked in her.

She watched as Erick walked up to her cousin and whispered something into her ear. Arlene wondered what he was saying.

"Did my brother give you a good hard fucking last night?" Erick whispered into his sister-in-law's ear, knowing that she would not flinch or push him away from her with all those people watching curiously.

"Because if not, you know where you can always get a good taste of cock. Say the word and I'll stick it up in your cunt so high it will choke you!"

Sylvie smiled her most radiant smile, but her heart was beating fearfully and it cost her a lot in terms of nerves to control the tone of her voice as well as the violence with which she wanted to respond to her brother-in-law's lewd words.

"You're not good enough to lick my shoes!" she said softly to him as though they were discussing the weather. She would deny it all to the end. She must pretend, even to herself that it had not been she out there on the dunes, obscenely masturbating, watching like some depraved voyeur, the sexual antics of her play-boy brother-in-law.

She moved swiftly away from him toward the waiting crowd. People moved in to greet her as Erick fell back. In spite of what he knew was his upper hand in the little cat and mouse game that he was playing with Sylvie, he felt a burning anger at her words. That she would dare talk to him like that after what he'd seen her doing!!

"Well, we'll see who licks whose shoes!" he thought to himself as he left the house. "That bitch!

Tim Cassidy was in top form. The speech had gone well and they had raised several thousand dollars in one night with a standard dinner of peas and chicken. He was very pleased. He turned to his smiling docile wife who was seated next to his youngest brother, leaning over he spoke, "Erick why don't you take Sylvie home. Maybe you should take her to the club first. You look like you could use a drink!" he added to Sylvie, noting her ashen expression, "I'll be home late tonight… have a little fun!" He kissed her tenderly upon the cheek and was already disappearing with his brother Ron and several familiar faces of his entourage. They were headed for the meeting that Sylvie knew would take place immediately after the banquet dinner. With horror, she realized that her husband was sending her off with Erick, when all she asked was to be as far away from the youngest member of the clan as she could possibly get.

But Erick was already eagerly propelling her beyond the smoke-filled room and out into the night air where a chauffeur waited patiently.

Although Sylvie realized that she could easily be firm with her spoiled brother-in-law, telling him that she intended to go home and nowhere else, she decided that she must not show her weakness by letting him know just how afraid of him she was. Now would be the time that she would have to meet with him and prove herself the stronger of the two.

As Erick installed himself in the limousine beside her, she spoke to the chauffeur, not waiting for Erick's instructions.

"Take us to the club, Ben, will you?" she said in her pleasantest voice. Then settling back she turned to Erick noting with approval his surprised expression. She knew that he had expected her to protest.

"I do feel the need of a drink after that dreadful dinner. Don't you?" she asked, arching her finely drawn eyebrows.

The doorman at the club bowed and scraped as they swept in the door, and after the usual number of heads had turned the famous brother and sister-in-law were seated in the private booth reserved for members of the family. It was a very pleasant spot, giving a perfect view of everything that went on in the small room, but screened off in such a way that little could be seen of them. They sat in comfortable chairs that were molded together to give the appearance of an ordinary bar booth. That was their charm. But they were far removed from the hard wood and plastic of their distant cousins.

Although Sylvie did not otherwise betray just how nervous she was, she did consume three frozen daiquiris, one right after the other, while Erick was still working on his second Jack Daniels and water.

Erick was waiting for her to show some sign of inebriation, having decided to go along with her for a while at least. He too could pretend that they were the best of relatives… Tim Cassidy's wife and Tim Cassidy's brother having a friendly drink at the most elite club within a 500 mile radius. Certainly nothing wrong with that.

"Well, I think I'd like to be getting back now… rigid schedule tomorrow, you know!" Sylvie said. She had downed that last daiquiri a little too fast, and she could feel her head whirling. Mentally she cursed herself for having had so many so fast, she knew that she could take quite a few daiquiris in a night, but only if she spaced them carefully. Her nervous state had not allowed her to do so, and now she was paying for it.

She was not very surprised when Erick drawled, "Oh I think I'll have another, dear sister-in-law, and I'll order one more for you too!"

Sylvie remained silent. She didn't feel that she should say too much, she was afraid she might blurt out something unwise. When the drinks came she began to sip hers silently, while Erick began to speak.

"You know, I'm glad that we have this little time together," he began easily. "You're a reasonable woman… one who really knows the facts of life!" he said, winking unpleasantly at her.

Sylvie was silent. Desperately she tried to keep taking deep breaths, hoping the intake of air would sober her up.

"I mean you know the kind of things that happen on the road!"

What was he getting at? Sylvie wondered angrily. Why had she been foolish enough to believe she could get through an hour or so alone with this odious man? She was thankful though that at least thus far she had somehow set the tone of the evening so that he used no lewd profanities with her. In fact he was very polite… much too polite.

Erick had thought about what he was going to say to her when he got a chance to do so. He had thought about it all day in fact. Now, it was a pleasure to him to see the young blonde woman jump in her seat as he casually mentioned, "You know how those little girls are always aching to take down their panties for a famous cock. A man can't always refuse!"

Sylvie felt something like a knife turning inside her, but she tried to keep her voice steady as she replied…

"Of course not," she said uneasily. She wanted to jump up and run from the room, but she knew that she and Erick must leave the place together, besides, she was hoping that she could sober up some before she had to stand up. Her vision had started to blur a little at the sides and the funny whirring sensation in her head had not let up.

"I don't really blame my brother," Erick continued.

Which brother was he talking about? But Sylvie knew full well that her unpleasant brother-in-law was trying to taunt her… trying to get her all upset by telling her some story about her husband, his oldest brother, Tim. Probably lies… he was probably making it all up just to upset her!

But, she thought with sudden clarity, "Why else would he show so little interest in me?" The previous explanation that her husband's exceedingly rough schedule both mentally and physically gave him little time to think of such things, seemed a vague pipe dream that Sylvie had made up for herself in order to avoid the true facts. He was unfaithful to her with other women!

Erick's voice droned on and on, and Sylvie could easily visualize her handsome husband… too handsome for his own good, and certainly for hers… sleeping with those girls… all those horrid little creatures who adored him and his brothers… putting his hands up their skirts… letting them fondle him… Making love with them!

After all, she reasoned, forgetting and taking another sip of the drink in front of her, she had once been one of those girls herself. She'd been working in the young district attorney's office, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as the saying went. She knew just how Tim Cassidy operated. Hadn't he come up behind her one day and kissed her gently on the ear, letting his hands brush casually across her breasts? Just enough to enflame her, to make her want him more than she had ever wanted anything in the world! In spite of herself she emitted a groan, and Erick sitting nearby moved a little closer to her and smiled.

He knew that his words were having the effect that he wanted. With keen interest he let his eyes rove over Sylvie's partially exposed breasts.

Her dress was not cut very low in front, but he could still see the full ripeness of her large creamy breasts, especially if he leaned over a bit. He moved over just a bit more, so that his thigh pressed close against hers beneath the table and launched into his story.

"I'll tell you a story about one politician I know… who shall of course remain anonymous. It didn't happen so very long ago really…"

Sylvie started to put her hands up to her ears, but she realized that nothing would stop Erick from telling his story. She could feel the words piercing her with their horrid meaning, and despite the efforts to block it all out, she could clearly visualize the events that Erick outlined.

"Well, you see, he asked to have this special girl sent up to the hotel room. She was just a secretary, new at that, but there was something fresh and innocent about her… not like the others who are always throwing themselves at you! This man told us… (there were two other men in the room) that he wanted to see just how dedicated she was, this new girl, and she came up trembling like a leaf, but obviously anxious to please. Couldn't have been more than 17 or 18, maybe younger and lying about her age. She was blonde… actually looked a bit like you, Sylvie, only younger. In any case, this man brought the young girl over behind the desk where he was sitting and brought out a package of pictures for her to look at. Well, Sylvie, each one was dirtier than the next. Every position in creation was happening in those pictures, and there were those nasty full close-ups of genitals… you know the ones that really get to you!

Well, In tell you they really got to that little girl. She blushed and then she blanched, and then she tried not to look at them, but this man he kept forcing her to look. By this time his arm was around her waist and he was holding her fast up against his chair, mailing her look at those dirty pics. Well, it wasn't long before the girl realized that something was expected of her and she seemed stunned by the knowledge, slumping in a semi-swoon against this famous politician, and looking at each picture that was presented to her with a slack open mouthed expression. Then we noticed that her expression was gradually changing to one of excitement. We didn't know exactly why from where we were sitting but her face began to show unmistakable traces of passion and she began to breathe hard. Then the man beckoned us closer and moving around the side of the desk, much to the young blonde girl's consternation, we were able to see that he had pulled her short skirt up slightly and had inserted his finger under the leg band of her pink nylon panties. He was softly stroking the little narrow moist slit of her hair-covered vagina. You could see it, Sylvie, glistening with wet between her spread legs as the man suddenly shoved his finger upward worming it into the tight little pussy as high as he could go!"

Sylvie held her breath. It was hard for her to believe that she was sitting in the stodgy protectiveness of the club. That there were others nearby who were totally unaware of what was happening, of the horror story that Erick was forcing her to listen to about a man she could only assume was her husband. She tried to believe that it wasn't a true story… but it seemed so realistic that she was inwardly certain that it was! She could feel her body begin to twitch and instinctively she pressed her thighs tight together, feeling as she did so, Erick's leg follow hers, pressing close again.

She hadn't noticed it there until this point, and then, the alcohol circulating lazily in her veins seemed to create a lethargy in her limbs, so that she could not imagine why she had started to feel a slight tingle in her belly that was working its way down slowly to the sensuous point between her tightly pressing thighs. She knew that she ought to move her leg away from her brother-in-law's but she had to wait until the excitement in her loins subsided. It was puzzling to feel the two sensations at work inside her, acute jealousy about her husband and that girl, and yet a strange arousal at the lewd impact of the story.

"I must be drunker than I thought," she realized. But there was nothing much she could do about it. Outwardly at least, she still remained prim and proper. Anyone seeing her would not have guessed at the extent to which things were slipping away inside her. All the shoring up was sliding down and she was weak and defenseless against the deep emotions that swirled in her frustrated body.

"Shall I continue?" Erick asked, looking around at the posh surroundings of the club. No one could see them, of that much he was certain, and his own lustful impulses were driving him to continue beyond the point at which he'd thought he might stop. Without waiting for his captive audience to reply, Erick went on, beginning as he spoke, a steady sliding of his leg against Sylvie's silk encased thigh.

"When the man tired of finger fucking the little creature, and her whimpering began to get to him, he roughly grabbed her up and marched her over to the couch in the corner. There he sat down and stood her in front of him, pulling her shirt to expose the flimsy pink panties that encased her round tight little buttocks and the tender split of her baby-cunt."

"Tears began streaming from her eyes and she was begging him to stop and let her go. But the man pointed out to her that since she had obviously been aroused by his finger, they might as well continue. He promised her all sorts of things… special jobs with the organization, even a raise in salary. Those girls hardly get anything you know. Well, she protested and seemed hurt that he would even suggest such a thing and finally she began to tearfully remove her clothing. She stripped everything from her young budding body and the man did the same. I must admit Sylvie that we did too, the whole thing was just too exciting for words!"

"Well, there he was standing there with his big hard-on standing out like a tree trunk in front of him. I won't mention the size of mine… you've seen it any way haven't you, Sylvie?" Erick's leg rubbed insistently against hers, and his hand dropped to the edge of her skirt beneath the table.

"The girl finished dropping her panties to the floor and stood before an of us, her arms covered her firm young tits. She had soft golden hair covering her little cunt and the base of her belly was white and soft."

"The man pulled her up on the couch with him. He lay on his back and forced her to straddle his nakedness. The round whiteness of her buttocks was visible to all as she was poised directly over the hardness of his long cock. She sobbed as he put his hands underneath her and began to guide his own pack toward the tiny moist open lips of the young girl's baby cunt. We could see him moving it up and down in the moist glistening slit for a moment moving through the soft pubic hair, and she was crying out and saying she'd never done it before and we were standing jerking off as best we could a few feet away when he ground his hips upward and pulled her down on his pile-driving cock!"

Sylvie's eyes were round saucers and she knew that she ought to scream and tear herself away from the serpent-like fascination of her brotherin-law's words. She could feel his fingers rising on her leg, moving upward toward the nakedness of her upper thigh, beyond the place where her black garter belt held her stockings. But the rum had had a strangely tranquilizing effect upon her and instead she sat frozen in immobility, helplessly aroused by the feel of Erick's fingers and by his thigh so close to hers. She tried, nonetheless to turn away, managing only to move her head. Looking out and over the other people who were some distance away in the bar of the club, she found herself visualizing her husband with another girl… the one in the story.

Instead of the absolute revulsion she had felt at the beginning, she felt an odd quivering deep between her thighs.

His infidelity somehow freed her and made her cause more righteous. As though by pinpointing the direct cause of her unhappiness she was better able to fight it! She closed her eyes and thought about the fingers that were now on her naked thighs. They felt warm and real… necessary to her well-being. Why should she not have the pleasure when the men gave it to themselves freely whenever they wanted? Why should she have to suffer and be perfect, when they were far from perfection themselves! Why had law condemned her to a life of frustration and silence, of meek smiles for the photographers and inane utterances for the press!?

Erick's hand gave a sudden hard pinch against the soft full flesh of her thigh that sent a flash of pain and pleasure shooting up to the seeping moist triangle of her pussy. She uttered a low helpless groan and slid back against the cushion behind her, letting it cradle her heavy head. Erick took full advantage of the moment to slide his hand up to the soft roundness of his brother's wife's buttocks where they lay encased in a brief swatch of panties.

"Oh, God, no, we can't… we can't…" she whimpered helplessly, trying to keep her voice as low as possible. She thought she could see the waiter looking in their direction but she knew that he could really not see anything unless he came around the partition, and he wouldn't do that unless they rang for him. She tried to squirm away from her brother-in-law but his strength was too great and she only succeeded in worsening her position. His hand cupped from behind into the split of her seeping pussy, and through her panties he began to steadily flick his middle finger upward against the raging madness she felt there.

"Oh, please… don't do it… don't do this to me…" she cried.

"Why not?" he inquired, "why shouldn't we… Tim fucks all the cunt he can get when he's away from you, why shouldn't you get a little extra cock?"

The crude words echoed Sylvie's own thoughts, and they sent a chilling feeling of uncontrolled longing throughout her loins. She gasped as the fingers of his hand pushed teasingly up against the hopelessly aroused pit of her trembling pussy. "Stop, please don't, don't touch me there anymore…" she pleaded, but her body was telling her otherwise, and Erick sensing it and feeling her squirming wetness against the palm of his hand and his fingers, brought his other hand up and around her, to touch the side of this sister-in-law's breasts, pushing hard against the soft yielding flesh. Sylvie moaned and tried to pull away, using all her will power to overcome the rising sensations building up in the pit of her stomach. An electrifying shock rippled along the flesh of her buttocks as she felt him slipping his finger slowly under the tight elastic leg band of her panties. She squirmed back a little, whimpering helplessly, as the tip of his index finger found the narrow sensitive slit of her vagina and gently thrust into it, parting the soft pubic hair and making sudden real contact with the throbbing, lusting head of her clitoris. It was thoroughly soaked from the unwanted desire that permeated Sylvie's whole being and she sucked in her breath tightly to hold back the groan of pleasure she felt building deep in her chest.

She knew that she must not make the sounds she wanted to make. They were after all in a public place! No one must know what was going on … no one must find out that Tim Cassidy's wife was being obscenely and horribly embraced beneath her skirt by her husband's own brother!

She lay half reclining in the booth, totally helpless while Erick's hands played with her warm secret flesh, and tears of humiliation began to cascade down her face.

"So this is that little pussy you were petting by the beach that day!"

Erick whispered hoarsely to his brother's wife. "You were really getting your kicks from watching me fucking the maid… admit it!" he choked out, slipping his fingers with urgency up against her quivering clitoris. Sylvie found her hips suddenly squirming in involuntary rhythm to the teasing of his rummaging finger.

"Oh… no… no…" she protested, but to no avail.

"Spread you legs a little wider, let me get inside!" Erick cried.

"NO… not here… someone will see… we can't… we can't…"

Erick paused a moment and looked around them. She was right. It was foolish to continue the audacious game right there. He had a sudden idea. He rang for the waiter.

"Straighten yourself up," he commanded, "we're going to one of the private rooms."

Hurriedly, Sylvie tried to present the best appearance she could. And when the waiter appeared, the two of them looked as though butter wouldn't melt in their mouths. But underneath her skirt, Sylvie felt her aching and yearning pussy, tingling with the desire that had accumulated within the past few moments at the club.

The new drinks were set up in the private room upstairs and the waiter was withdrawing from the room. Sylvie sat on a low sofa near the window and noticed that there was a separate exit to the room. The street was below. The street and freedom. She felt somehow more sober now, and the full realization of her actions had come to her with shattering force as she and Erick entered the room. She had to get out of there at any cost.

"We'll be expecting my brother and some others," Erick lied, "so please direct them here should they come in."

The waiter replied that he would of course comply with Erick's wishes, and disappeared closing the door behind him. Erick sprang up and locked the door, and the loud Sylvie's ears with terrible finality.

"Erick," she stammered, as the youthful blonde lawyer came toward her,

"let's act like adults… You can't seriously think that I am going to …"

Her words were cut off as he took hold of her, drawing her sharply up against his lean body. His lips pressed hard on hers, his tongue penetrating their tight defense with ease, as his hips ground lasciviously against her. She could feel the hard poker shape of his thickened penis rising against her trembling belly, and in spite of herself she recalled its enormous, bloated appearance when she had watched it appearing and disappearing into the servant girl's willingly wide-spread genitals.

"Oh God," she groaned, slumping against him. "I… I can't go through with it!" But her entire body lurched uncontrollably in his arms, as she felt the thick cock that could give her so much pleasure… so much relief that she needed and that her husband had not given her. She thought of the depraved act Tim had made her perform only the night before, and how her hopes for satisfaction had been so cruelly shattered.

"You know you want it…" Erick was saying, and he pulled hurriedly away from his sister-in-law. She leaned against the wall and watched, wide-eyed as her husband's younger brother began to strip his clothes from his body. She closed her eyes to block out the view, and then when she opened them he stood in front of her completely naked, his hard cock standing out from beneath the lean tautness of his belly. Lewdly, he began stroking the uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head.

"I know that Tim's cock is not nearly as big as mine!" Erick smiled, watching her carefully as though she were some insect that he had trapped. Sylvie tried to speak, but she could not. What on earth could she say or do against such a fiendish man. Her eyes automatically gravitated to the spot where hideously he was masturbating in front of her, and in spite of her fear, she could not help imagining what it would feel like inside her. It would fill her more than anything had ever filled her before, that much she knew. It was true that Erick was bigger than his older brother, but Sylvie had always been told that size made little difference. It was a man's actual technique in lovemaking that counted. She remembered all those times when Tim had made her deliriously happy, and then bitterly thought of just how long ago those times were, and that he was probably using those same techniques on myriads of other girls. While she remained totally unsatisfied and at the mercy of such madmen as his younger brother, Erick!

"D… don't touch me again!" she stammered. But inwardly she knew there was no escape now. It was going to happen. He reached out for her pulling her close to the sofa and she began to feel as though a rush of flames were licking her body as his fingers began moving up and down her clothed loins.

"Let's just take it nice and slow and easy!" he exclaimed. "I'm not just going to give you just any old brush-over fuck. You are going to beg me for it, Sylvie!" He dropped to his knees in front of her as she swayed above him, lifting her skirt and hooking his finger in the elastic waistband of her panties and pulling them slowly down over the softness of her round full buttocks until they dropped in a small pile of material around her ankles.

She swayed again dangerously, almost losing her balance as a wave of dizziness filled her already horribly whirling head. Suddenly, she felt his lips pressing tightly into the naked flesh of her belly. The wet contact sent chills racing the length of her spine, and she automatically reached forward with her hands, to lock them in Erick's blonde hair to keep from falling. Encouraged by her action, Erick dropped his lips to the golden triangle of curl-lined pussy and spreading the soft hair with his thumbs, flicked his tongue inside the moistly flowering slit of her unwillingly aroused vagina.

Sylvie jumped from the sudden electrifying contact with the upright bud of her clitoris, and fell backwards, losing her balance completely, so that she landed on the sofa behind them. Erick leaped forward and caught her so that she lay flat on her back sprawled with her long patrician legs wide open and him right where he wanted to be… between them. Her eyes opened wide in abject terror, Sylvie struggled to close them but it was hopeless. Looking down, she could see her husband's brother hunched down on all fours between her widespread thighs grinning up at her savagely. The moistly offered flesh of her nakedly cringing pussy was presented to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice. Below, the shreds of her torn panties clung to one of her ankles as she lay frozen on the sofa, her humiliation complete as Erick lowered his face between her legs. His hands were flat against the soft inner flesh of her thighs as his thumbs rested on the quivering hairfringed lips of her cunt. With a slow tortured outward movement, he drew the ragged pink lips of Sylvie's trapped pussy apart, exposing the inside of it to his lascivious gaze. Then his head was buried against her trembling mound, and his long slippery tongue burrowed snake-like into the warm throbbing secret walls of her pussy.

"Ooooooooooohhh God!!! Ooooooooohhhhhh!" she whimpered, lifting her blonde head up off the sofa to watch with horrified disbelief as Erick's tousled head rocked to and fro between her trembling thighs.

"This can't be happening… nooo!" she groaned over and over flailing helplessly from side to side as her brother-in-law's tongue speared and licked in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her exposed pussy. Yet in spite of her humiliation and revulsion, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure were rippling deep down in her belly.

Erick's hands moved up over the tanned flatness of her quivering belly and he dug his fingers up toward the hardening nipples of her breasts beneath her dress. Still, his mouth and tongue worked and slipped against the wide-spread thighness of her thoroughly inundated cunt, his eyes remaining wide open so that he could watch in arrogant delight, the contortions of his beautiful victim's features.

He was waiting, and he was prepared to wait a long while if necessary for the signs which he knew were sure to come. She must surrender to him! She had to!

Sylvie lay stunned in abject submission to the depraved outrages she was being subjected to. Yet there was nothing she could do, and great tears of humiliation and shame swelled in her eyes as she realized that he was making dangerous inroads into the lurking passion that dwelled just beneath the surface of her frazzled nerve-endings. Random thoughts of her husband with other women flickered through her mind as the wet sucking noises drifted upward to her ears. How would she ever be able to face Tim again after letting this happen to her. No matter what he had done, didn't she at least owe him enough not to groan in degradation and desire beneath his own brother? There had been times before when Sylvie Cassidy had felt alone and helpless, but nothing she had been through had prepared her for this vile moment.

Erick kept his eyes upon Sylvie's face as he continued the torturing thrusts of his tongue into her slippery vagina. When he saw her tears, he felt a thrill of satisfaction. This would teach her… the goddamned little stuck-up bitch! Not good enough to lick her shoes indeed … well, he was good enough to lick her cunt, all right! Before the night was over she'd be crawling to him on her hands and knees, begging for it! He began to suck furiously at the tender rosy inner lining of Sylvie's cunt. This will get her! he thought, lewdly, beginning to make rapid up and down motions with his tongue, and then flicking the pointed edge into the well of Sylvie's seeping vagina. Then he sucked and pulled on the soft petal-like lips of her cunt until he heard her crying out above him.

"Ooooohhhhoooooooohhhhhh!" Sylvie realized with a sudden sense of devastation that her loss of control was complete. She clenched her teeth tight together and fought it with all her might, but the tiny rising sparks continued to mount within her and burst into a sudden uncontrollable flame that began to devour her. Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly jerked spasmodically upward and her hands were curling down into his hair as with a low soul stirring groan she began a slow abandoned movement with each thrust of her brother-in-law's lapping tongue. Forgotten were all thoughts of Tim… her unfaithful husband, forgotten was the humiliation of having this happen to her in a private room at the club, with all sorts of important people outside beyond the locked door. All that mattered now were the sharp shafts of pleasure that pierced through her private flesh like little needles of sinful excitement.

Erick sensed her sudden submissiveness and began thrusting harder and harder into the quivering sheath of Sylvie's hopelessly aroused vagina.

He luxuriated in the feel of her soft silky cunt hair grazing against his face, tickling the tip of his nose and sides of his cheeks as his brother's wife ground her buttocks upward in a slow hypnotic rhythm against his face. She was his now, he gloated, watching with excitement as Sylvie began to emit a long, continuous wail of passionate fulfillment.

"Nnnnnnnnnnghghghghhhhhh!!!!! Eeeeeeeeeehhhhh!!!!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!" she cried over and over again, sliding and bucking furiously up against his face as the contortions of her powerfully triggered orgasm rolled throughout her lustfully taxed system. Eyes rolling back in their sockets, her lips bared back over the whiteness of her teeth she resembled a mad woman more than the sleek and cool Sylvie Cassidy that the public knew so well.

"Oooooh ooooohhhhhmy good God!!! It's not over yet!!! Ooohhhh again!!! Again!!!!'' She was cumming again before she could do anything about it, and below her flailing gyrating limbs, Erick sucked at the tormented wide-held surface of Sylvie's loins. It wouldn't be long now, he sensed until he rammed it deep into that little belly of hers, shot his hot burning load of cum deep into this tight streaming pussy!

Sylvie Cassidy was just another whore begging for his cock, and she was going to get it all right and get it good!