The Family Swappers book two

Chapter 4

"Just set it down there, Ella!" Sylvie was still in bed, having canceled all her appointments for that day. It was the third day now since her surprise encounter with Frank, the former valet, that she had remained confined to her room with a mysterious illness.

The family doctor, Dr. Darling, had suggested she get a complete rest, and she was happy to follow doctor's orders since her terrible lewd experience with the former valet had left her feeling despondent and weak. She had done her best to hide her state of mind from her husband, and fortunately Tim's busy schedule had taken him out of town for a few days so that he was not there to ascertain the full depth of her depression. When he returned, they were scheduled to weekend in Grandville.

Tim had left feeling certain that the reliable Dr. Darling would "fix Sylvie up." The family doctor had a wide array of shots and pills that Tim was certain would work wonders with his ailing blonde wife. He knew for a fact that his mother had extracted from the dear doctor a veritable youth formula, much in use by movie stars and other prominent people who depended upon their appearance for their livelihood. She did not have to fly to Switzerland or Czechoslovakia for such treatments, for somehow the family doctor managed to have all the latest necessities. And it was true that Thelma Cassidy, now a gracefullooking widow in her seventies and a demanding matriarch who still kept more active than a woman half her age, seemed ageless. Tim was certain that she would go on forever, and he hoped that Dr. Darling would do the same for an of them when the time came.

The good doctor had left only moments before, and Sylvie's tender left buttock felt a tingling soreness where he had stuck the hypodermic needle in. Yet, she felt relieved that within minutes she would have a complete change of mood. Shortly, she would be feeling happy again, and cheerful. She would be able to work out a solution to the obscene secret that lurked inside her. A combination of tranquilizing drugs and amphetamines was already surging through her system to enable her to cope with it all.

The young Irish maid walked carefully into the bedroom, carrying her tray before her. She had been with the Cassidys for a while now, having stayed on as Sylvie's personal maid after the tumultuous events at the Family Meeting Place in Grandville. She was happy living in Washington with the Senator and his wife, and she was pleased that Mrs. Cassidy seemed to actually like her now… whereas in the beginning she had never wanted her about, even though her puzzling young mistress never went so far as to fire her.

All that was in the past now, and Ella's main preoccupation at the moment was to hope that the fine chicken broth and hot buttered toast she had brought up for the Senator's wife would please her and make her feel better.

Sylvie smiled wanly at the girl, who to please Sylvie's mother-in-law was clad in a smart gray and white uniform. Sylvie hated uniforms, but Tim's mother had persuaded him that any senator worth his salt had a uniformed household staff. And when Tim agreed with his mother, there was nothing for Sylvie to do but acquiesce.

"Would you open the curtains just a bit, Ella?" she asked with a soft wave of her beautifully-manicured fingers. "I think it is going to be a nice day after all."

It was mid-morning, and the clouds that had enveloped Washington for several days appeared to be lifting. Sylvie took it as a good sign, and sighed, settling back on her fluffy white pillows, as the sun streamed in through the window malting a striated pattern upon the thick oriental carpet. Just then the telephone chimed, and Sylvie gave a little start at its melodious notes. Nevertheless she was feeling quite a bit better already, and she picked up the receiver with confidence.

The familiar voice of her secretary came across the wire, and Sylvie realized that she hadn't spoken to her in quite a while. It was usually her custom to stop by the small office that she maintained on "K"

Street to read her mail and to help her secretary answer it. But she hadn't even called in since her meeting with Frank the other day. She felt a pang of guilt, since she was usually very good about answering the many letters that she received every week. Sylvie knew that her name was on the lips of every teen-age girl in the country since she had initiated her "Youth Campaign." Using the family money to begin a non-profit foundation, Sylvie had set up youth hostels all across the country where certain numbers of teen-agers could live in the lesspopulated areas and eventually become self-sustaining by living off the land. There were young instructors on hand to help and the projects were carried out as informally as possible with an eye toward offering the most freedom possible.

Sylvie was very proud that she herself had thought of the idea, even though it was Ron, her husband's younger brother, who had suggested that she get involved in something undeniably good for the country now …" and by the time election time comes your name will be a household word! Maybe it should be something with kids…"

Sylvie had taken it from there, and of course had had the help of an extensive staff of Cassidy family lawyers to assist her.

"Oh, I'm sorry Jennie. I just haven't been felling well…"

"I know, Senator Cassidy told me; and I wouldn't have bothered you if it weren't for this man who's been calling."

"Man? Calling… who… what did he say?" Sylvie could feel her heart pounding harder.

"Well, he's on the wire right now… says he's got to speak with you!

He says his name is Mr. Franks, but he wants tell me what it's about.

He's been calling now for a couple of days, and finally I thought I'd ask you about it!" Jennie's voice sounded concerned, and Sylvie realized that she must say nothing that would alarm her secretary.

You must remain calm, she told herself. You can handle the situation … You are stronger than he is…! Once more, Sylvie tried the power of positive suggestion. She remembered the helpful shot that Dr.

Darling had just given to her. Certainly the situation wasn't nearly as bad as she had made it out to be to herself! Even though she had submitted to that lewd oral act with the elderly valet, there were worse things in life than that… certainly she could rise above that awful memory if she had risen above so many other things in the pasty "Oh, Mr. Franks!" Sylvie heard her own voice saying into the phone.

"You say he's on the wire now? Yes, I'll speak with him. Connect us, Jenny!"

"Okay… I'll speak to you later… you get better now!" Jennie's voice clicked off, and then established the special telephone connection that would enable Frank's call to be transferred to the Cassidy home phone. Sylvie was grateful that their private number was so secret that not even the servants knew it. To safeguard against intruders the number was also changed as a matter of course every few months.

But Sylvie felt something within her fade just ever so slightly as she heard Frank's familiar voice on the telephone. She could not suppress a shudder, and she drew her cream-colored silk robe up around her neck as she listened to his unctuous words.

"Oh, Mrs. Cassidy, I'm so glad I've gotten through to you at last! I just had to reach you… I was wondering if we could change that appointment we made? You see, I'd rather not wait until next week because that columnist fellow's been calling me. He's terribly persuasive, you know. I'd like to make the final agreement with you, though, Mrs. Cassidy… about the contents of the book, that is… before I let any of it go!"

In spite of her resolve to remain calm, Sylvie screamed into the phone.

"All I want is both of those tapes, Frank!"

Her face was pale and her lips tense as the fingers of one hand clenched into a fist and the others clutched at the receiver.

The maid, Ella, was making herself small in a corner of the room. She had originally been waiting to be dismissed, and then she was afraid of signaling her presence in the room, since she knew that Mrs. Cassidy usually liked to be alone when she was speaking on the phone. Now she did not know what to do. She hoped that Mrs. Cassidy would not be angry with her for having overheard such a heated discussion. Yet, she was listening with all her ears now, curious about the conversation.

To her consternation, she heard Mrs. Cassidy scream again.

"Don't try to pressure me, you bastard. I'll be there next monday as I said-and you'd better have them for me or else! I will be there precisely at 3:00 p.m.!"

Sylvie flung the receiver back onto the cradle of the phone and sank back into her pillows with her eyes closed. Ella started to tip-toe from the room, but when she had traversed half the floor, Sylvie suddenly opened her eyes and glared at her.

"Ella!" she cried, and the young girl remained frozen to the spot. The sound of her employer's voice was frightening.

"Yes… yes… Ma'am!" she replied.

"What you heard just now is between the two of us. Do you understand what I mean? What takes place in this room must not go beyond these walls!"

More frightened than ever at the seriousness of the situation, Ella stammered out her assent. Then as soon as she could, she scurried from the room.

There was a low drone of the jet engines inside the passenger's cabin as the small private plane carried Sylvie and her husband toward Grandville. It was the weekend, and Sylvie was glad that she had not given in to Frank's request to meet her earlier than prearranged. She had hoped that this would put her in a position of greater power over him, but in the back of her mind there also lurked the fear that he would meet with that columnist the way he had threatened to do.

Ignorant of the blackmail threat that hung over them, her handsome senator husband sat across a custom-built desk that covered his knees.

Sylvie knew that her two brothers-in-law would be waiting to meet them in Grandville, that they too would be spending the weekend at the family place. Their presence was necessary because several events had taken place that indicated Tim's push for the party nomination would have to be speeded up. Senator Grotter had agreed to lend him his support, but only if he announced his intentions within the next few days, and Ron and Tim had a lot of planning to do and several important people to contact if this was going to happen. Tim had not been an open candidate, and therefore had not entered any primaries. It was his contention that they only confused the issue, and Ron felt that his brother's strength lay in his seeming reluctance to run. They would be facing the top contender, Scottson, directly once they announced Tim's candidacy, and Ron wanted to go over the showing that the popular party member had made in the Mid-west.

Sylvie tried to keep from biting her nails as she sat nervously watching her husband at work. Seated in one of the back seats, Ella watched Sylvie, wondering just what she ought to do about what she had overheard in her mistress's room. There was no doubt in her mind that it was Frank, the valet, who had been calling Mrs. Cassidy, and she surmised that he was trying to blackmail her with the strange tapes she had heard him listening to that night so long ago. Ella felt a terrible recurrence of the remorse she had felt then, and her guilt made her want to run up and beg Sylvie's forgiveness. She had unknowingly carried that powerful aphrodisiac up to Mrs. Cassidy, thinking it was medicine. Anyway, that's what young Mr. Erick had told her. Even though she knew it was really Erick's fault, it had still been Ella who'd taken it to Mrs. Cassidy's bedroom… and after her mistress had warned her not to have anything to do with Erick, too!

As the plane dipped and began its descent to the airfield in Grandville, Ella crossed herself and prayed for some guidance. She had to help Mrs. Cassidy to get rid of Frank! None of the Cassidys had known about the aging valet's growing eccentricities, but the household staff had been fully aware that Frank was no longer the willing, silent servant he had been for all those years. Not all of them knew that he had been called up to Mrs. Cassidy's room to assist her in her terrible need when she was consumed by the fiery lusts of the sex drug, but Ella knew, and she could see the ravages the experience was making upon Frank as the days had passed before his retirement.

Ella trembled for Mrs. Cassidy now as the plane glided to a halt. Frank could be nasty when he wanted to be, she recalled, and she hoped that her mistress wasn't in any kind of physical danger. She remembered what Frank had said to her once, shortly after they had moved to Washington after the Senator's election.

"Come into my room tonight and I'll give you a taste of something good!"

"Don't be silly, Frank," she replied huffily.

"I've got the same thing between my legs that Erick Cassidy has!" he'd declared, and for the first time Ella had known that the staff knew of her crush on young Mr. Erick. They all knew that she could not resist when he touched her with his hot, impudent hands!

Ella had never known Frank to speak this way to anyone, and when she appeared shocked and backed away from him, he'd chuckled lewdly, and added, "And you've got the same thing down there that Mrs. Cassidy has.

She asked me to do it, you know… she wanted it… and I gave it to her!"

Ella had gotten away from him as quickly as possible, but now she knew that Mrs. Cassidy was not so lucky. He Cassidy's old valet had come back to haunt her!

The plane came to a complete halt, and Sylvie smiled as her husband finally looked up from his papers.

"Feeling any better, my love?" he inquired.

"Yes, it will be good to be away from town for the weekend!" she replied. Tim's hand reached out for hers and he clasped it gently.

"Yes… it's a working vacation for me, but I want you to get some rest!"

Arlene stood on the airfield, flanked by the two brothers, Ron and Erick. She felt proud to be standing between them, and watched carefully for the small plane as it taxied to a stop near them. They were at the portion of the airport designated for private planes, and it had been Ron's idea for them all to meet the arriving couple. Ron had also insisted upon Erick's presence in Grandville that weekend, since he wanted to brief the young lawyer on the state of affairs. He wanted Erick to be ready to leave on a moment's notice to champion their cause and represent the family in Tim's behalf. Ron knew the kind of things he could trust his devil-may-care brother with, and he was careful not to entrust anything too sensitive to him.

Nevertheless, Erick was a Cassidy, no matter how spoiled and how much of a playboy, and he was valuable to the working of the entire team Ron was hoping that as the youngest brother of the clan aged, he would become wiser and less impulsive. So far, this desired transformation had not taken place.

"Here they come!" Erick cried. He had casually put one arm around Arlene's waist, and his fingers moved appreciatively around over the indentation between her hips and her breasts. He waved with his other hand as he caught sight of Sylvie and Tim getting off the plane, and whistled softly to himself as Sylvie's short dress blew up, momentarily exposing her long slender legs and smooth thighs.

Ron gave him a sharp look, and Erick remembered that he would be forever ostracized from the family if he so much as whispered a lewd word to Sylvie again. His fond memories of their little affair had not faded yet, however, but he was content to let his attentions roam elsewhere for the time being. There was one thing his oldest brother could never take away from him, and that was the fact that he had known his wife, Sylvie Cassidy's, passionate embraces, had heard her screaming under his hard cock and Bering him to fuck her harder!

Neither one of his older brothers could do anything about the fact that that had happened, no matter what happened in the future!

He was thinking about how satisfying it would be to be able to say the same thing of his brother's girl, Arlene. But he knew that Arlene was a different sort. Unlike Sylvie, who was easily flustered, Arlene was hard and smart, and it would take a lot of thinking and scheming to get her into the sack with him!

"I guess that's going to be my nookie for tonight!" he said to himself as he watched Sylvie's maid descending the ramp of the small jet. He wasn't really complaining, for it had been some time since he'd seen the pretty little Irish maid. He couldn't really deny that she was quite a little number, and he liked the way she always tried to fight him off, as though she didn't know that she was going to give in at the last.

The part was still fun, and he could already feel himself getting a hard-on at the thought of her sleek black-haired little pussy, squeezing him together between those trim little thighs.

Arlene moved away from him and she and Ron ran up to greet Tim and Sylvie. Erick nonchalantly tweaked Ella's right nipple so that no one could see and whispered to her, "See you tonight, sweetheart! Hope your little cunt s ready!"

Ella hurried away from him toward the waiting limousine, climbing into the last one. She was the only member of the servant staff from the Washington house who made the short trip to Grandville with the family.

There was still a permanent staff at the Family Meeting Place, including a new valet-butler who had taken Frank's place some time ago.

Ella's face was flushed beet-red from the words that young Mr. Erick had whispered to her, and she felt her sore nipple where he had harshly squeezed it. She felt like crying at the thought that he was expecting to see her that night. Somehow she must refuse him… she had to save what little there was left of her self-respect! Johnny was still in Vietnam, although she had expected him back for good; he had come home honorably discharged a year before and after a brief stay at home had re-enlisted, since more men were needed for the continuing war. Ella had hoped they would be married. She had thought that by now she would have babies, and no longer have to work for the Cassidys. But it was not to be. Sometimes she got letters from him, but then there were times… months… when she would hear nothing, and she would fear him either dead, or entranced with some local Vietnamese girl, and she did not know which was worse.

The limousine started up, and Ella, alone in hers, listened as the chauffeur began to tell her how pretty she was. She smiled and paid no attention, lost in her thoughts about the disappointing course of her life. The worst disappointment had come, oddly enough, during her fiancee's time at home. She had taken a leave from the Cassidys and had gone back to her parent's house, where she could see Johnny every day.

But the memories of their old kisses and of that night when he had taken her virginity on the sofa had been hard to revive, and it was all because of Erick Cassidy. Ella felt guilty that she had been so unfaithful, that her body had betrayed her, letting her fall prey to her young employer's lustful intentions. As Mr. Erick had so often explained to her, although theoretically she worked for Mrs. Cassidy, it was the Cassidy Corporation that hired her, of which Erick was a vice-president and major stockholder.

But Ella knew that his vague threats were not the cause of her giving into him. There was something terrible inside of her, just as her mother had often suggested, and as the priests in church had said. The nuns in school had made it clear that she must constantly maintain a vigilance against me devils within… and Ella had only given in with Johnny the night before he left for his first assignment in Vietnam!

That one time had given her little pleasure, and a great deal of worry afterward that she might be pregnant. She wasn't, though, and this first escape from a premature motherhood had been a sign to Ella that perhaps her sin had not been too great after all.

Timidly at first, Ella had let her recently returned fiancee touch her again, take her with him in his brother's car down by the river, where he'd parked and lifted her skirt, pulling down her brief little panties so they clung around her ankles. Then he'd mounted her, and thrust his desire-hardened cock up between her tender thighs, forcing them open and worming his way up into the moist warm split of her soft pussy.

Four or five times he'd thrust into her, hardly more than that first time when she had been a virgin, and then she'd felt the surging wetness of his cum spurting out deep within as he stiffened and twitched over her tensed young body and cried into her ear, "Oh honey, oh baby, oh honey, oh! Oh!"

Ella remembered it all now as the big black limousine sped toward the outskirts of town and the big rambling house that the Cassidys owned.

She remembered how she'd cried afterward, and how Johnny had thought she was crying for her lost virtue when in reality she was crying out of frustration. How could it feel so good with Mr. Erick, whom she hated, and so awful with Johnny, whom she loved? It was puzzling, to say the least, and Ella hated to admit even to herself that she was relieved when her boyfriend re-enlisted and gave her that much more time before they would be married.

Up ahead of the big black car the young maid could see the other limousine carrying Mr. and Mrs. Tim Cassidy and the two brothers, Ron and Erick, with Miss Arlene sitting between the brothers facing Tim and Sylvie.

Ella hoped that the weekend would be as calm as possible, but she couldn't help feeling the dreadful feeling of apprehension that she knew Sylvie Cassidy was feeling, even though she was many miles removed from her unwanted dealing with Frank the valet.

Ella closed her eyes and thought once more about Johnny… what was he doing now? But she really didn't care. She wanted to think about Mr.

Erick and how she would escape his attentions this time. She wouldn't let him come near her! A little shiver went through her as she thought of what would happen if she did.

The big clock in the living room struck one. It was early morning, and Ron had just left his brother shut up in the study where he was still going over the announcement that he would make to the public the following week. He himself had spent over an hour on the phone with Governor Teasdale, who had assured him that he himself would throw all of his supporters in Tim's direction when the time came. It looked like things were going to be happening hot and heavy in the next few days … and for several months to come. There would be no rest now until Tim was nominated, and then they would all be on the Presidential trail!

Ron yawned and poured himself a drink from the well-stocked bar in the corner of the room. Up above him over the fireplace an enormous portrait of his deceased father, Jenson Cassidy, stared sternly down at him. But he knew that the old man would be proud of him. Of all the brothers, he, the middle son, had inherited the most of their father's cunning and shrewdness, and Ron knew that without him masterminding the plan, his older brother Tim would never become president.

It was all working out very well, and he felt excited and not very sleepy at all. His mind turned to Arlene upstairs in her bedroom next to his. He decided he would go up and visit the dark-haired beauty.

Together they would celebrate the big decision in a very special way he had not even thought of yet. Carrying his bourbon and water with him, he slowly climbed the stairs.

Sylvie turned over in her sleep as Ron passed her room. In her dream she was running as quickly as she could over the dunes that were only a short distance from the big beach house, the family house of the Cassidys. Her bathing suit kept falling off, revealing her breasts to hundreds of spectators who had paid to watch her run. A voice over a loudspeaker was saying, "What makes Sylvie run?" and Sylvie herself was trying to ponder the answer to this question, trying to determine just who it was who was chasing her. She could sometimes almost see who or what it was by looking back over her shoulder, but she had to keep running faster and faster or he would catch her!

Ron continued past her door and on down the hall toward his own room, passing it and going to the very next door. He assumed that his younger brother Erick was sleeping further down the hall, and gave no thought to any of the other members of the family as he entered Arlene's room without knocking.

All was darkness inside, but he sensed that Arlene was awake in the big double bed that was at the end of the room. Without speaking, he disrobed, feeling tension leave him as his lean taut body was revealed in its nakedness to the dark of the room. A tremor of anticipation passed over him as he approached the bed. His eyes were rapidly adjusting to the lack of light, and he could make out Arlene's svelte shape upon the bed. As he reached the bed and stood peering down, he heard a rustle on the bed, and Arlene's hands moved out and her fingers clasped the semi-hardened column of his cock. It jerked to life in her hands as her other fingers began to slowly massage his tingling testicles, softly smoothing over the heavy weight of them while she gently touched his now fully-engorged penis.

"Aaaaah" she said in the darkness. "I was waiting for you!"

"I'm here…" Ron replied, his voice husky with desire as he stood stark still and let his assistant continue her expert manipulations.

"As you can tell!"

Erick's bare feet padded noiselessly along the hallway. He had been listening to the sounds downstairs, and now he was sure that Ron had just gone into Arlene's room.

"Shit!" he thought, "wish I was getting some of that tail!" His generally mischievous nature had changed little since he was a small boy, and he thought it might be amusing to find out if he could hear his older brother while he was going at it with Arlene. So, on his way down to the first floor of the house to seek out the little maid, Ella, he made a stop outside his brother's door.

He heard nothing. The solid oak doors of the Cassidy household did not lend themselves to eavesdropping. Even when he pressed his ear to the door, he couldn't hear a thing. It occurred to him that his brother had possibly gone fast asleep, but Erick remembered the hot looks that Arlene had been giving Ron at the dinner table earlier, and decided to investigate further. He carefully pushed on the doorknob and, with experience gained through years of childhood sneaking about, he succeeded in turning it without making a sound. One of the light switches for the hall light was nearby on the wall, and Erick flicked it out before pushing the door open just a fraction of an inch.

A wild cry met his ears and startled him so that he almost shut the door again. Then he realized that he had not been discovered, but had merely tuned in to the love cries of his older brother's woman. His boyish features split into a wide grin of satisfaction as he settled down to listen in the hallway.

Arlene's nakedly writhing body was lost in the fire of the moment.

Every muscle she possessed was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward the maddening probe in between her legs. Ron was magnificent!

She had never dreamed that it could be like this, that each time she was with him he could bring more and more pleasure from her body. Her love for him incited her further. Her updrawn legs opened and closed around the tormenting head that was licking gluttonously at her flameseared pussy. The cords of her neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength against the tangled hair of his head below her.

"Ooooooh! Ooooohhhhh! AAAaaaaaaaaaghhh!" she wailed, splaying her legs wider and wider to give him greater access. "Lick my cunt! Lick it!" she screamed, pleading with him. "Oh God, don't stop now… do it just like Senator Grotter! Lick it lick it!" And then there came a rushing in her ears as she choked and the ceiling seemed to cave in on her with a great resounding and echoing crash, and she moaned and cried out as the intolerable delight of her orgasm careened through her. She wanted it to go on forever and ever, to never, never stop!

As Arlene lay gasping and slowly recovering, Ron turned her over onto her stomach. Her willpower had been completely drained by her orgasm, and he kissed her smooth oval-shaped buttocks and bit them with sharp little nips of his teeth. He was vaguely unsatisfied. Tonight was special, he thought. He felt ready to go on for a long time, teasing her and bringing her to greater and greater heights of delirious pleasure. Tonight, he wished to extract from Arlene somehow, even deeper form of commitment. Not satisfied by the lengths which his passionately moaning assistant had gone to please him with the portly Senator Grotter, he wanted to devise something even more devastating that would bind her to him body and soul.

"Spread your legs!" he ordered her.