The Family Swappers book One

Chapter 5

Arlene slipped back into her room carefully and closed the door soundlessly behind her. She had been listening all night for the return of the various members of the family, and it was some surprise to her to look out of her window and see a taxi pulling up to the side entrance. To her wonderment, she saw Sylvie hurriedly getting out of the cab and run into the house. She was all by herself! Arlene got a good look at her younger cousin as she was climbing the stairs and saw that she was in a totally disheveled state.

"My goodness!" she said to herself now, "what has Sylvie been up to?"

When a few moments later she heard the sounds of another car, this time toward the front of the house, Arlene put a robe on over her usual sleeping outfit, her naked skin, and went to investigate. From her hiding place at the top of the stairs she could see Erick Cassidy coming in the front door and he looked madder than a red hornet! Arlene cunningly slipped behind a pillar as he climbed the stairs. To her amazement, he went directly to Sylvie Cassidy's door and knocked on it.

"You open this door or I'm going to break it down!" Erick declared. He knew that his brothers Tim and Ron would not yet have returned home and that Sylvie was alone in there. He stood fuming outside the door listening for some sign of motion inside. The little bitch! he thought, running out on me like that!

It had been an easy matter for Sylvie to dash out the separate exit door of the private room at the club. She was still fully dressed despite the torn state of her panties and the ravishment of her loins by her brother-in-law's persistent tongue. As for Erick, he was stark naked and could not chase after her until he had finished dressing.

There was no answer from Sylvie's room.

"You got your nookie and that's enough for you!" Erick declared unpleasantly, "I wasn't licking your cunt all night for nothing, you know!" he growled and turned away, storming toward his own room further down the long hall.

As Sylvie trembled in her bed, deeply ensconced beneath the covers, her cousin Arlene listened, outside in the hall, to the retreating footsteps of Erick Cassidy with burning ears.

"So that's it!" she thought. Her prim little cousin was actually a promiscuous runaround.

"How could she!" Arlene thought, scandalized, "and with Tim's own brother, too!" She was outraged as she went back to her room to mull the whole thing over.

"Poor Tim," she thought, "poor, poor Tim!"

Arlene let all her bad feelings and thoughts about her young blonde cousin's ineptness come to the fore as she sat before the small cocktail table in her room and tried to think of what to do about what she'd just learned. The first thing Arlene wanted to do was to make sure that Tim did not suffer too much at the hands of his uncaring wife, and Arlene decided she would go downstairs and wait for his return home. That was something Sylvie ought to be doing… any decent wife would, she thought huffily as she changed into a flowing hostess gown of a deep emerald green.

The thought that she might take Sylvie's place in more ways than one had not yet fully formulated itself in her mind as she tip-toed down to the large empty living room and without turning the lights on, sat waiting for the sound of Tim's car on the gravel outside.

She was about to drift off to sleep… (it had been a long, hard day for her, too, and she felt emotionally exhausted by the tumultuous events in the Cassidy household) when at last she heard the sound of doors closing and then the tell-tale crunch of footsteps up the walk.

The chauffeur driven car started up again and down toward the garage.

Tim often left his own car in town when the occasion called for him to use a chauffeur.

"Good night, Ron!" Arlene heard Tim calling to the middle brother of the family as the latter went upstairs.

"See you in the morning, Tim!"

She had forgotten that Tim was rarely alone, but now, luck was with her. The fatigued district attorney probably intended to have a quiet nightcap by himself in the living room. She sat silently, holding her breath in anticipation. Every fiber of her being was tensed toward the wonderful man who was entering the living room. She thought about it now, he was truly her idol, even more so now that she knew more about him. Now that she was living right in his house!

The overhead lights went on suddenly, and Arlene sat up, blinking.

"Well, hello there!" Tim said. "What a pleasant surprise!"

Arlene rose and greeted her cousin's husband, thankful that he did not directly ask her what she was doing there although the question seemed to hang in the air between them.

She saw Tim taking in the softly clinging lines of her emerald green gown, and she was grateful that she saw approval in his eyes. A trifle more sure of herself, she offered to get Tim a drink.

"Yes…" Tim said slowly, sinking into his favorite easy chair. "I'd like that! Any sign of Sylvie?"

Arlene was already busying herself over at the bar, fixing the dry martinis that she had been told Tim Cassidy drank. Her legs felt weak as she stood with her back to him, divining that his eyes were matterof-factly taking in the swelling curves of her buttocks while she stirred the frosty liquid in a tall crystal pitcher.

"S… Sylvie?" she stammered. She wanted to blurt out the whole truth, to tell this decent dedicated man exactly what his wife had been up to, but she felt that she really couldn't do that. "Yes… she came in about an hour ago… and Erick, too!" she added, hoping that Tim might guess by her voice that something was wrong… that his wife had indeed been out doing the most depraved things with his very own younger brother! But Tim seemed to notice nothing. His blonde head lay back on the chair and he stared up at the large chandelier that hung from the high ceiling above him.

"Yes… they went to the club, I suppose… Wish I'd had a chance to go myself." He was thinking about the meeting that he had been to and about the things he had to promise. He was a little disgusted with himself about giving in to Grady like that, but he needed the votes that the older politician controlled. Politics made strange bedfellows all right, he mused, but he never thought he'd end up kissing Grady's ass.

As Arlene approached with the drink, she'd made one for herself, too, Tim automatically stretched out his hand for it. He didn't bother to look at the comely new addition to his household, but his mind was already at work on what reasons she might have for being in the living room in the dark, all by herself in the middle of the night.

He had learned from both Ron and Erick, as well as his wife, that the 26 year old brunette was not only working out extremely well, but that she gave every promise of being excellent at her job as liaison between Sylvie and the large household. Tim was always glad when things were going smoothly, and he sipped his martini thoughtfully, trying to blot out old Grady's face from his memory.

"What's the matter with this drink?" he suddenly asked, opening his eyes and looking directly across at Arlene. She sat poised on the sofa across from him taking in every handsome detail of Tim Cassidy's face.

His strong, aquiline nose, his thin yet sensuous lips, the firm chin.

Now she nearly jumped out of her skin as suddenly his imperious blue eyes were focused directly upon her and nowhere else.

"I… I don't know… perhaps I did something wrong…" she stammered, rushing to take his glass from him. "I'll make it over!" she offered.

"I'll bet you didn't use the Beefeaters," Tim said, his lips suddenly breaking into a smile. "Forget it… might as well go along with what the peasants drink…" he laughed easily, waving her back to her seat.

Arlene saw nothing wrong with the taste of the martini, but she was not very accustomed to drinking, and knew that she was no real judge. She had not even noticed what brand of gin she'd used for the drinks, having only made certain that the bottle said Gin. Now, she made a mental note that she must always ask the brand before making any future drinks for anyone.

"I'm so sorry…" she apologized. Tim was looking at her with frank curiosity, and she blushed as she saw that his mind had obviously left the subject of the martinis some time ago.

"My wife is very happy that you are here," he said, still looking at her steadily.

Arlene felt a rush of anger. If only he knew! She ached inside so, she wanted to tell him so very badly it was difficult for her to contain herself. If she were Tim's wife she knew that she would never so much as look at another man!

"I'm glad to be here… she answered. "I really… like being here.

Helping out!"

"Yes," Tim replied, "one thing I'll say for us Cassidy's, we need a lot of help. We also get the best, always!"

Arlene was not sure whether or not that was intended as a compliment for her. She decided that she would just smile. She couldn't help thinking that one day Tim Cassidy was going to be Senator, and then, more than likely, he would be President of the United States. The thought was staggering. Nevertheless, the martini was giving her a pleasant glow that made her feel more comfortable, and much more confident than before. After all, she had every right to be there chatting with him. She was now an integral part of his household, and she reminded herself, she must do for him what his uncaring wife neglected to do!

She thought resentfully of Sylvie upstairs in bed, not even knowing that her husband had come home, probably thinking over her excitement of that evening with young Erick Cassidy! With a start Arlene noticed that Tim's glass was empty.

"I'll make this one with Beefeaters," she declared, taking it from him.

Tim did not protest, but this time she was sure he was watching her.

She turned around to see, and his eyes met hers in a knowing exchange.

"Making yourself one, too?" he inquired. Tim recognized the coquetry behind his wife's cousin's actions now. It reminded him of something and he was trying to think of what.

"I guess so…" Arlene replied, feeling a little spark of desire germinating in her belly. His eyes… so blue… so full of… she knew not what. She only knew that Tim Cassidy was the most exciting man she had ever been in the same room with.

"Better be careful," Tim cautioned in a joking manner, "alcohol does strange things to little girls!"

Arlene flushed angrily. Turning, she said, levelly, "I am not a little girl, Tim… you should be able to see that much. And you'd better watch out or Women's Lib is going to get you!"

"Oh, yes, Women's Lib…" Tim said. "Are you one of those?" he asked.

"You must fill me in… most of the advisors are males as you know, and I can't afford to make a fatal slip. I presume that you've forgiven me by now for calling you a little girl?"

Arlene handed him his new drink and he sipped from it reflectively, watching Arlene as she sat down again across from him.

"Of course," Arlene replied. She would forgive him anything, she thought impetuously. "And, I'll be glad to tell you everything that I know."

"Tell me about you, then!" Tim said. He knew now what she reminded him of… his own wife, Sylvie the night before. "Christ," he thought,

"Women's Lib or not, when a woman wants fucking you can tell it a mile away!"

As Arlene began to talk, at first hesitantly, then easily, Tim mulled over in his mind whether or not he ought to. He needed some sleep, but then again he needed a little fun, too. Sylvie would be sound asleep by now anyway, and he had a feeling that Arlene was just hot-blooded enough to blot out the ugliness of old Grady's deal in his mind for that night at least. Tomorrow he would feel better about the whole thing, but tonight, he was still the honest dedicated D.A. Just one time wouldn't hurt anything he finally decided, watching Arlene's full, red lips as she spoke. Maybe twice, and that would be the end of it.

"Why don't we go out on the terrace," he said, his mind made up. "Bring your drink, we'll look at the stars." Tim knew that they were in little danger of being surprised or even overheard out on the enclosed terrace. The glass doors would be closed over the screens for the night, and up above through the clear skylight they would be able to see the stars the sky had to offer.

Already Tim's cock was thickening as he walked along beside the well proportioned girl who was his wife's cousin. Casually, he slipped his arm around her waist. There was little need for words, he felt. He knew what she was doing there, and he would make sure she got what she wanted.

"I can tell you're no little girl," he whispered to her as they stepped onto the terrace.

Arlene felt his breath hot near her ear, and throughout her martini soaked system, she felt a rush of emotion that seemed to block out all thought. She could see him closing the door to the house, and she stood uncertainly looking around her at the sparse furnishings of the terrace. Tim was back then, and he led her to an old deck sofa, that was wicker on the bottom and some sort of cool waterproof fabric on top. She suddenly felt confused and embarrassed and somehow everything was very difficult. She realized what was happening, and that in truth, it was she herself that had maneuvered it. Tim sat next to her, his piercing eyes looking at her with rapt attention. She felt a great tension between them, and she wanted to hurriedly back out of it… to tell him that it was all a dreadful mistake. But it wasn't. A strange magnetic current was drawing her to this man who had married her own young cousin. Why she and Sylvie had been brought up like sisters, and now here she was with Sylvie's husband! No matter what Sylvie herself did, that was no excuse… Arlene thought with rising panic. But when Tim leaned over to kiss her, she found that she did not resist, but welcomed his hard warm lips against hers. Her body suddenly let her know that it was sex-starved, and it responded to him immediately. He held her gently in his arms and she felt limp and submissive, sensing that no matter what he wanted, she would agree.

Tim kissed her steadily and passionately for a long time, stopping only every now and then to catch his breath, and then his tongue would be back in Arlene's mouth, reaching back toward her throat, pushing in an imitation of intercourse, his tongue a giant penis, her mouth a yearning wet cunt. At first, he restricted his advances to the long sensual kissing, but then meeting no resistance, he began to explore her body slowly, carefully. Her emerald hostess gown was parted down the front, and her bare breasts beneath were exposed to the dark terrace air. He ran his tongue down between them, deep into the slit that was cushioned by the swelling globes of her pale flesh. Arlene felt herself melting, her body aflame with desire, her mind reaching out toward him. What she was feeling was more than an ordinary desire, it was magic… it was special.

"Take the rest off!" he growled, his voice husky with lust. The words pierced Arlene like an arrow, releasing her completely from any thoughts of protest. Willingly, she stood and the material of her gown fell slowly to the ground. She stepped, completely naked from it, her body gleaming in the dark; for one brief moment she knew he was looking at her assessing her nakedness, and then he clasped her waist pulling her around so that her round firm buttocks were pulling against his loins. He was silent for a moment, and then he sat back down on the couch, pulling her along with him. She sat on his lap, facing the glass door that led down to the gardens. His hands slipped around to feel her nakedly quivering nipples and beneath her buttocks she felt the thrusting throb of his hard cock beneath his pants. The texture of his clothing, his shirt and his pants impressed itself upon her naked body and Arlene found herself wishing that she could feel him naked against her. But his hands continued to create the thrilling shivers up and down from her breasts to her belly, and then he was fumbling with one of them down between her buttocks. She felt a slight shock as the metal of his zipper touched her skin for a second, and then the hot rubbery head of his cock was pressing between the moon circle of her buttocks.

"Oooh!" she gasped. "Oh Tim!!"

"Shhhh…" he said, "just let me do it… next time we'll do what you want!"

Consumed by lust and already looking forward to a next time, Arlene felt herself being lifted up by Tim's hands around her waist and then his hard cock was rubbing salaciously against the wet lips of her pussy as he set her back down on it.

"Oh oh oh!" she gasped in surprise.

But Tim lifted up again just slightly so that the small aperture of her dark haired fringed cunt was throbbing right at the tip of his desirehardened cock.

"You'll like it, Arlene, I promise you that!" he groaned, already thrusting the circumference of his thick cock head upward between the silken hairs of her vagina, its warmth already seemed to penetrate there as it poised like an apple stuck up between her trembling thighs.

"Mmmmmmmmmm you feel nice and tight!" Tim said.

"Aaaaaoooooh!" Arlene had never expected to find herself in this unusual position, not even facing her secret lover, as she sat looking away from him, her pale white buttocks spread above the thrusting rod of his cock.

She moaned to herself, the audacity of her own daring beginning to seem unbelievable now that she was about to be impaled by Tim Cassidy's surging penis.

"Spread your legs a little more," he whispered to her, positioning his hard cock so that it would enter easily, and then he began to push upward, straining into her tight little pussy.

"Aaaaahhhhhghghh!" she cried out as the big head pushed into the softly parting folds of her pussy. "Ooooooh!" The thick shaft jabbed upward, worming into her now seeping widespread vagina until it slipped between the nakedly throbbing membranes of her wet cunt. Tim paused, and seemed to catch his breath and then, holding his wife's cousin by the waist, he rammed her hips down onto his loins, impaling her swiftly upon his rigid cock.

Arlene jerked convulsively as the length of it raced into her belly. It was a burgeoning uncontrollable object filling her every crevice, penetrating her so deeply that she felt she could not breathe or move.

She felt as though its burning pleasure were ripping her soul and devouring it in great morsels of depraved sensuality.

"Oh God oh God!" she cried out. She had never before been so filled up in her whole life, and his cock lay sunk deep up in her belly filling every part of her insides. She palpitated nakedly upon his lap, aware of the ludicrous image she must present, but unable to ignore the intense emotion that was inundating her. Tim grunted, lustfully behind her, and then neither of them made a sound for a moment. Outside a cricket chirped in the grass, and upstairs the other members of the household slept, unaware of Tim and Arlene's lustful coupling. Then suddenly Tim flexed the head of his cock where it lay deeply ensconced in the uppermost regions of Arlene's tightly clenched pussy. He brought a deep groan from her lips as he flexed again… another groan… and again, until her hot inner passage began to throb with desire. He began a slow revolving motion with his loins, grinding his thickened cock tightly up into her naked cunt, expanding the still clasping walls of h e r vagina until it clasped around his lust-hardened penis like a smoothly gripping vine.

Arlene began to react as the thought of her total surrender to this exciting man sent chills running along the base of her spine. She felt him beginning a slow rhythm, skewering wetly up into her as above him, her entire body twitched and writhed, her large breasts bouncing freely before her. She grabbed onto his wide spread legs for support clutching at the material of his trousers as head thrown back she groaned incessantly. He brought his lips forward to nibble at her neck, and to blow hotly into her ear as she began to quiver in uncontrolled abandon upon his thrusting lap. Her eyes were closed and her tongue slavered, licking at her own full lips and small mewling sounds rushed and rumbled from her throat.

Tim moved into longer smooth strokes that brought his cock almost all the way out of her clasping wet cunt and then he pulled down on her waist again sending his rock-hard penis shooting up between her thighs, while her jiggling buttocks descended upon his upper thighs.

Arlene rotated her hips upon the fleshy impaling member, her vagina dilating in time to its rhythmic beating at her softly creaming pussy.

She was one with Titan Cassidy, they were merged into one fleshy mass of sensation, drawn magically together by their love-making! Her life would never be the same after this moment, she knew, and she could feel her climax approaching at a rapid pace. Tim tried to hold back as he felt her tiny contracting muscles inside her pussy nibbling hungrily at the inflated head of his cock. The swollen lips between her hair-lined pink slit pulled tantalizingly away, and then slid moistly down the full length of his cock as her soft pubic curls screwed tightly down against the base. He could feel the ever-widening passage of her helplessly aroused pussy flowering in greedy desire as his up-thrusting penis plunged far inside her.

She began to gyrate on her own; her motion becoming faster by the second, the tempo of her down thrusts upon his standing cock becoming more and more urgent. Her teeth bit hard into her lower lip as the juices of her milking pussy began to flow hard and wet sucking sounds rose to the glassed roof of the terrace.

"Nnnnnnnnghh! Uunnnnnnngh!" she grunted, and behind her, Tim groaned and quickened his stroke so that his big cock bore up into the hidden untouched recesses of her womb. Her breasts heaving and quivering upon her chest, the tiny naked nipples thrusting forward into the night air, Arlene began to chant. "Ooohhhh iiiiimmmmmcumming!! Oh God Iiimmmm cumming!!!!!"

Her body, shamelessly naked, began to vibrate out of control. Great warm gushes of orgasmic fluid began to flood hot around Tim's pistoning cock, drowning his impaling prick, and trickling down the soft quivering sides of her thighs to spot his pants. He felt her jerk upward several times, and then grind hard down upon him as the lips of her climaxing cunt worked and sucked at his bursting penis until he knew that he had to cum. Arlene's breath came in short desperate gasps as he thrust deep again feeling his own hot sperm shooting from the head of his tingling cock far into Arlene's trembling belly.

"AAaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" He lurched upward against her cushioning buttocks. Their juices mingled and flowed together as Arlene slumped back upon Tim's seated form. She felt a wet pool of joy and passion inside her that she had never known could exist. She had been fucked by Tim Cassidy! The lewd word echoed in her brain, but there was no other word for it. She had been truly fucked, and she loved every minute of it!