The Family Captive
by Edward Mitchell


INTRODUCTION 

Strange how negative forces can hold a family together... 

Were it not for avarice and hypocrisy the scattered members of the 
Wellington family would have remained strangers forever. Add incestuous lust 
to the list of forbidden values and the intrigue becomes more barbed and 
personally sinful. 

The Family Captive is the story of a woman's moral fight to uphold decency 
in a family scrambling after an uncle's riches as they gather for a weekend 
to await the naming of Uncle Nick's executor of his will. Will it go to 
George the alcoholic gambler and his ex-chorus girl wife Karen, or to Dirk, 
the conscientious contractor and his ambitiously moral wife Cindy? 

It's tooth and nail, brother against brother, vying for Uncle Nick's riches, 
bowing to his wishes in hopes of being named the chosen brother... until the 
crafty, lustful elderly uncle uses his money to bait the weakest soul and 
touches off a nightmarish evening. He, with Karen's help, hold Cindy 
captive, forcing her into lesbian love and physically abusing her. The 
discovery of this debauchery leads to an incestuous climax that shakes the 
branches of the Wellington family tree. 

Prepare yourself for a bawdy and sensually thrilling experience in the 
following pages of Edward Mitchell's latest novel. 

-The Publishers 


CHAPTER ONE 

One could not be in the same room with Nick Wellington without being made to 
feel like an utter fool. Even Charger, his orange tabby cat, kept a safe 
distance. 

The man was not cruel in the traditional sense; indeed, his generosity was 
obvious. He was an insufferable tease whose acidulous, benign sense of humor 
made him unanimously unpopular on his branch of the family tree and, were it 
not for the unmarried uncle's vast holdings in real estate and the stock 
market, neither of his nephews would be here now at Uncle Nick's stonewalled 
Vermont summer home. 

The family had had enough of him. Four times married, four times divorced, 
Uncle Nick was still bloated with money and watched with snickering 
amusement as his nephews bowed and scraped before him in hopes of winning 
his favor and his money. Nobody had yet succeeded, despite the old man's 
promises in that direction. 

Uncle Nick exuded good humor and sprinkled his conversation with titillating 
hints regarding the destiny of his empire. He was a first class manipulator 
who could tease anyone into trusting him, then dangle that trust's rewards 
in front of their noses like the proverbial carrot before the horse, later 
only to laugh when humiliated, they snapped at empty air and rusted words. 

The last laugh was always Uncle Nick's, and he was having the last laugh 
now. Everyone knew it, including Charger who lazed before the blazing 
fieldstone fireplace with fixed eyes. 

Nephews Dirk and George and their wives were gathered in the living room 
about the fireplace on this wintery November afternoon. Wellington was about 
to announce which of the two brothers would become executor of his will and, 
considering the old man's penchant for game playing, both parties feared the 
worst. The foursome had arrived at eight o'clock the night before and now, 
twenty four hours later, the uncle had yet to broach the subject. The room 
was electrified with tension. 

Unobtrusively, the maid glided to the large fireplace where Dirk and his 
wife Cindy were standing, and offered them another round of drinks. Dirk 
shook his head negatively and cast his eyes toward the sliding oak doors 
separating Uncle Nick's study from the hardwood floored living room. The 
maid read the irritation on Dirk's wrinkled brow and offered the information 
that Mr. Wellington would be joining them shortly. Instantly she floated 
over to Dirk's brother George and his wife Karen sitting on the sofa and 
refreshed their drinks. 

Over the rim of a martini glass and through the haze of cigarette smoke the 
two brothers exchanged emotion-charged glances. They were being pitted 
against each other, vying for the larger bite of Uncle Nick's estate and it 
left an irksome, squirmish sensation in the pit of each's belly. Both wanted 
and needed the money for personal reasons. 

"Why don't you have a drink, honey, to settle your nerves," suggested Cindy, 
a bubbly blonde headed woman glancing lovingly up into her husband's deep 
set gray eyes. To see her husband in such a mental state sent a gush of 
emotion through her lush young body. She reached over and squeezed his arm 
assuredly. 

Cindy had married the upcoming contractor after two years of secretaryship 
to Wellington Contractors. She had seen the business grow from single family 
dwelling to multi-million dollar resort contracts. Dirk needed the 
executorship money to snatch up a stretch of beach front property on the Big 
Island of Hawaii to construct a maze of condominiums, and it was with an 
unconsciously smug expression that Cindy leveled her eyes on the worried 
face of her brother-in-law upending his third drink across the room. 

"A drink is the last thing I need. Christ, I'm nervous as a virgin on her 
wedding night." Dirk drew long and deep on his cigarette, his face fixed 
seriously. 

"Don't worry, honey," cooed Cindy confidently, deliberately raising her 
voice. 

"Uncle Nick knows better than to turn his estate over to a loser!" 

"Cindy!" Dirk hissed. "He is my brother!" 

Cindy flushed and smiled apologetically at her in-laws. True, she shouldn't 
be so critical of George, even if Dirk had bailed him out of debt repeatedly 
paying off irate bookies and repossessing family heirlooms pawned about the 
city. Whether it was this infantile disrespect for money or the social 
embarrassment of being related to a noted gambler was difficult to say. 

Cindy, a high competitive and resourceful woman viewed such wantonness as 
unequivocally wasteful and unforgivable; likewise, a nascent abhorrence for 
game playing made her one of Uncle Nick's favorite victims. She had accepted 
this weekend invitation for Dirk's sake. To support a husband when the going 
got touch was part of being a female, according to Cindy, and she fancied 
herself to be the practical side of Wellington Contractors. By nature Dirk 
was a brooder, a worrier; he needed a woman with mental stamina to back him 
in weak moments... and this was one such moment. 

The sound of crinkling leather broke Cindy's concentration as George and 
Karen lifted from the leather sofa and sauntered over to the fireplace. 
George was stockier than his older brother and the plaid of his wool blazer 
stretched tightly over his pectorals. He had a high forehead and slightly 
receding hairline, with an optimistic almost comic mobile face that could 
change expressions in the blink of an eye. Little red veins mapped his 
bulbous nose from late night excesses in gambling casinos and smokey, 
ringside seats. 

His wife Karen was almost as tall as George and slightly taller and 
noticeably more voluptuous than her blonde sister in law. She had luminous 
blue-green eyes and shimmering raven hair worn loose and carefree as the 
woman herself. A clinging emerald green knit sheath with a flirtatious slit 
up the thigh hugged and caressed her lush breasted body, accentuating the 
easy natural sway of her tight-mooned buttocks. 

Cindy felt her breath trap in her lungs from Karen's perfumed presence. Over 
the rim of her cocktail glass Cindy viewed the svelte bodied woman 
critically. That Karen had not worked since George snatched her out of a Las 
Vegas chorus line to make her his wife soured Cindy's faith in the 
Protestant work ethic beyond measure. Always she had felt uncomfortable 
around the woman and now the thought that Dirk's latest 'loan' to his 
brother had probably paid for that green designer dress while she, Cindy, 
sewed her own, made her seethe with a sense of injustice. 

Karen tutted. "I'm bored out of my mind sitting around doing nothing," she 
complained, rolling false eyelashes at the ceiling. 

"We could play a hand of poker, but I'm afraid I'd beat the pants off you, 
brother," chuckled George, shoulders heaving. After overhearing his 
sister-in-law's jibe, he had to sneak in one of his own. 

The suggestion was not well taken by Cindy. Garnering composure, she asked 
with strained politeness: "What do you suppose is keeping Uncle Nick?" 

Karen's glossy lips drew up into a succulent smile and thrusting out one 
hip, rested her hand on it, the firelight playing up and down the sleekly 
stockinged calf. "You can never tell what that man is up to," she said with 
authority. 

"I think he's playing with us again, George. I don't have time for this 
nonsense. I have to be on the site Monday morning," grumbled Dirk, butting 
out his cigarette. 

Hearing that, Cindy cast him an urgent glance, complacency quickly fading. 
It would be cruel that circumstance alone should determine the outcome of 
the weekend's decision, when Dirk was clearly the better choice. 

"I get the feeling," said George rattling the ice cubes in his glass 
nervously, "that Uncle Nick has something up his sleeve. He's probably 
sitting behind those doors laughing at us, waiting for Dirk and I to start 
punching each other out." The hefty man beamed fraternally and slapped his 
brother on the shoulder in a display of affection. "But you can't separate 
brothers, can you, Dirk?" 

"Frankly, I've never trusted the man," interrupted Cindy despising the way 
George always buttered up to his older brother. "He could keep us here all 
week and who's to say he'd ever make a decision." She drummed her pink 
polished fingernails on the crystal of her cocktail glass, pale eyes beneath 
long fluttering eyelashes shooting toward the sliding oak doors behind which 
sat Uncle Nick. 

The foursome shared that similar itchy feeling that something was amiss; 
once more they were caught in Uncle Nick's sticky web. This was not the 
first time the family had been called together to settle the question of 
where the money would go, only to have the decision aborted by outside 
circumstance... a legal document forgotten in his New York City apartment, a 
sudden attack of asthma. And for that duration of time, it was brother 
pitted against brother in the greedy race for Uncle Nick's estate. As 
always, it was an utterly useless waste of time at the expense of frazzled 
emotions. 

"I can't imagine anyone being attracted to that old goat," put in Cindy with 
a merry laugh, trying to lighten the atmosphere and obliquely instigate a 
common bond between she and Karen that would obliterate the earlier snipe 
leveled at her brother-in-law's gambling habits. Compared to Uncle Nick's 
spicy vices, George's were mild. 

Karen raised her eyebrows. "Oh, I don't know," she smirked, tapping her 
fingers on her drink glass. "The man has definite as- sets " Totally taken 
aback, Cindy excused herself and headed for the guest bathroom on the first 
floor. Despite her outer veneer of unmarried confidence, she had the 
screaming meemies inside. Dirk just had to be appointed executor of the 
will! In this, as in all other of his endeavors, she would stop at nothing 
to further his success! 

Just before reaching the bathroom door down the hall, the sliding oak doors 
rumbled open and Uncle Nick sauntered out, his pudgy thumbs hooked in the 
armholes of his vest. As usual he was dressed in a well pressed suit, his 
goatee trimmed to perfection, a monocle clamped in one eye socket. 

"Well, well... Cindy, aren't you looking lovely this afternoon?" 

Cindy fought back the seething urge to remind him that this was not 
afternoon, it was well into the evening and the blue wool A-line dress she 
wore was yesterday's outfit as well. Added to that charge was a gnawing 
hunger and frustration from having waited all day for Uncle Nick's awaited 
appearance. Still, she smiled solicitously. "How are you this evening 
Uncle?" 

Uncle Nick revelled in Cindy's hypocritical smile. Something in the woman's 
sexual naivete sparked the lecher in him and he returned her beatific grin 
with a toothy one. "Just fine, love, just fine. I trust the four of you are 
having a fine time socializing?" His paunchy belly shook with laughter. 

"I'll join you in a minute... " Turning on her heel, Uncle Nick watched the 
ripely swaying buttocks of his nephew's wife disappear down the hallway, 
then turn right at the bathroom door. His watery eyes seemed to glitter 
strangely in the soft reflection of the hallway light and he thoughtfully 
stroked his gray goatee. 

His entrance into the living room was that of a grand duke addressing his 
serfs. His face wore an amused expression, his twinkling ice blue eyes 
darting from one slack jawed face to the next, settling at last on Karen's 
sultry grin as she blew cigarette smoke through her flaring nostrils and 
fixedly outstared him. 

"Evening, family," Uncle Nick said with a nod. "Sorry to keep you waiting, 
but something has come up I'm afraid." 

One could hear the collective groan ripple between the brothers. 

"Oh?" George forced a smile of sympathetic concern. 

"I'm afraid, nephews," began Uncle Nick rocking on his heels, hands clasped 
behind his back, "we have a slight delay in plans." He glanced bemused from 
one disappointed face to the other, paused to smack his lips and continued. 
"I've spent the entire day shuffling through papers in my study until it 
came to my attention that my lawyer failed to draw up the final papers on 
the executor agreement. Imagine that! The two of you will have to fly back 
to the city and pick it up before we can continue with our business." 

George's smile faded and he and his brother locked eyes for a split second 
in which time the common thought communicated itself in a blink of the eye. 
Uncle Nick was up to no good, but the slight chance that this weekend was 
indeed a serious endeavor on his part to settle monetary affairs was enough 
to soften the edge. They had to go... or kiss that money goodbye. 

"George and I will be happy to go, Uncle," returned Dirk firmly. 

"We could have done it yesterday!" George was clearly irked. The heavy 
weight champion fights were scheduled for that Monday night and he wanted to 
get back by Sunday night in time to put a couple hundred on his man. 

"That's okay, baby," cooed Karen Wellington squeezing her husband's arm. 
"I'll stay here and entertain Uncle Nick while you and Kirk pick up those 
papers." 

A quick flash of something covert passed between man and wife, a knowing 
look that was not lost on the wily Dirk Wellington. He wondered what effect 
on the future leaving his wife alone with Karen and Uncle Nick would have 
and the speculation gave him a slight twinge of uneasiness. 

Dirk was not the only person in that room deliberating the near future. 
Uncle Nick stroked his goatee, eyeing his nephew's lush bodied wife and 
inwardly leering with carnal satisfaction at his crafty maneuvers. He and 
Karen shared a tacit understanding of each other's prerogatives and egoistic 
routes to satisfaction, and the agreeable arch of her eyebrows synchronized 
with the word 'entertain' put him on the alert. His lawyer actually had 
neglected to draw up that paper, but any fool knew that aside from legal 
aspects, the decision could be witnessed without it being signed. The point 
was, these young fools could be bullied into believing anything as long as 
money was involved and that consequently, he could get the boys out of the 
house for the night, leaving their sumptuous wives behind. And Karen had 
immediately understood what was desired of her and flipping her head of 
raven hair, had as much as screamed... I'm hot and Fm ready... 

One thing remained to be proven: Uncle Nick wasn't certain how much of 
Karen's acquiescence was based on the greed to win the executorship for 
George and how much of it was bold, incestuous lust. That mattered not. What 
the Las Vegan chorus girl failed to understand because of myopic narcissism 
is that his decisions had nothing to do with getting a woman in the sack. He 
simply delighted in using the threat of sex to belittle an arrogant bitch, 
breaking her will until she grovelled submissively at his feet. To see a 
woman get on her knees, stripped of pride and self control, was as delicious 
as the actual act of sex. The power of manipulation, the sense of 
supremacy... that made him orgasm as much as the feel of a woman's tight 
vagina milking his balls dry. The man couldn't get enough of it. 

With Karen, however, force would be superfluous. One look at her and anyone 
could sense she was ready for sex--any kind, any partner, any time. Uncle 
Nick recalled the night she and George had stayed the night here in Vermont; 
George, as usual, was in debt up to his knuckles, bookies on his back, car 
repossessed, apologetic and pathetic begging to be bailed out. A show of 
female thigh at the dinner table and a warm foot crawling up his leg to 
nestle against the spongy sac of his testicles had warmed his heart to the 
no good nephew; that night Uncle Nick had crawled into the sack with Karen 
while her distraught husband drank himself to oblivion downstairs, and 
screwed her every way but Sunday. 

Karen claimed George knew about these episodes, but who could say with 
authority? Some things were best left unsaid and Karen's loose-hipped morals 
and George's penchant for chorus girls fell into that category, in Uncle 
Nick's estimation. 

That left Dirk and his Pollyanna wife to reckon with. Any fool knew the 
older Wellington brother was the better choice for the job, but to concede 
to that fact would spoil the fun. Oh, and his ripe assed little wifey was 
hot for her hubby to make it big!... greedy little cunt that she was. For an 
instant Uncle Nick imagined how Cindy had looked in the hallway all smiles 
and sugar, and the urge to add her to his list of conquests added a punch to 
the seething sac of sperm dangling between his thick thighs. Her natural 
pie-eyed beauty and perky nosed arrogance was stunning, her blonde curls 
literally blinding him with the incestuous desire to run his fingers through 
her locks, bury his nose in it. If he knew women, he detected a dormant hot 
streak in her, though she was single-mindedly in love with her boring 
husband, naively confusing love with sex. No doubt about it... Dirk and 
Cindy were non-swingers. Which was more important to Cindy--fidelity or 
money--that was the nugget of the debacle. 

If he and Karen were discovered in a compromising situation, would Kirk and 
Cindy be shocked to the point of packing it up and thumbing their noses at 
his money? The ambitious, straight-laced types were the most difficult to 
predict, and of course the uncertainty of his suppositions frustrated Uncle 
Nick. 

His lecherous mind fabricated lesbian scenes of the naked raven haired 
harlot and the blonde nymph lusciously tangled up in bed with him between 
them... fighting over possession of his bloated genitals. God damn, old boy, 
the elder Wellington congratulated his adventurous libido... start thinking 
of a way to do it! Uncle Nick stroked his goatee, his mind churning up lusty 
plots. 

Karen, he knew intuitively, was a gutter whore at heart, a willing and able 
bodied accomplice fit for the task. That raven haired honey would snap at 
the chance to reduce her hoity-toity sister-in-law into a grovelling sex 
hungry bitch... if only for the sex of it. That the sister-in-laws were less 
than best of friends was a fact as obvious as George's lust after money. 

The mere thought of his plot made his penis stir with ripe anticipation. If 
these little ladies thought they could get their hands on Uncle Nick's money 
without working for it they had another thing coming whether they knew it or 
not! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

George Wellington had a good idea of why his sultrily grinning wife was so 
eager to stay behind and keep Cindy company. As much as he appreciated her 
wifely support, he wished it didn't have to take the form of sleeping around 
so much. True, she had balled the pants off a few bookies to keep them off 
his back, and had cringed at the shit eating grin on Ralph's face when Karen 
had let him out of the bedroom, but he wasn't so naive not to know the 
moment he left with Dirk, Karen would be hot to hump Uncle Nick. 

What the hell, he reasoned; he'd done his share of fucking around. Who was 
he to lock a chastity belt on his wife? Just once, however, he would like to 
see his wife play hard to get and it would serve the old goat right to limp 
around with a foot long hard-on and nowhere to stick it. With Cindy here 
without her husband and needing companionship, Karen might not have the 
chance to sneak off into dark corners, leaving Uncle Nick high and dry and 
frustrated. It would almost be worth giving up the chance for the 
executorship to see that happen... even if Karen swore up and down that her 
peccadilloes with the dirty old man had been in her husband's best financial 
interest. 

"I guess I should be packing," Dirk said resignedly. 

"I'm afraid so." Uncle Nick slapped his nephew on the back. "I'll be worth 
your while, nephew," he burst magnanimously. 

Dirk's eyebrows arched at the insinuation. It was silly that both he and 
George fly back to the city but he couldn't argue with Uncle Nick or flatly 
refuse. Behind his flickering eyelids he saw the pounding surf of Hawaii and 
grinned complacently until he fantasized explaining his sudden departure to 
Cindy. There were times he wished he was still a bachelor. 

Uncle Nick removed the monocle from his eye and grinned a Cheshire smile at 
his nephews. "Come, boys, let's have a drink first." He glanced about the 
room and frowned. "What the hell happened to the maid?" he grumbled, shook 
his head until his jowls flapped and then leveled a winning smile at Karen 
and guided her toward the kitchen. "Help me fix a tray, Mrs. Wellington. I'm 
a bull in a china shop when it comes to kitchen." 

Disgruntled and seething within, George watched the ripe moons of his wife's 
buttocks swagger salaciously into the kitchen beyond. Damn her... ! 

* * * 

Cindy Wellington took longer than usual running a hairbrush through the 
golden waves cascading about her slender shoulders. Satisfied, she tucked 
the brush back into her handbag, set it on the glass shelf and inspected her 
image with haughty cynicism in the full length dressing mirror. 

Abruptly her hand flew to her mouth. The top button of her bodice had 
loosened and the white lace of her brassiere was sticking up for the world 
to see! With a grunt of dismay she fastened it carefully, a lurid chill 
passing through her body, followed by a blush as she wondered how Uncle Nick 
had interpreted exposure of her private parts... the ripe swell of her 
creamy bosom pushed together in an exaggerated cleavage from the modest 
tightness of her support. My god, she must have appeared indecent, cheap, 
whorish! She only hoped the wily old man hadn't assumed that she was trying 
to throw herself at him in hopes of winning the executorship for Dirk. The 
family grapevine had it that it didn't take much to get the old man's motor 
racing in fourth gear. That a man his age still engaged in sex seemed 
immoral. 

Examining the seams in her stockings for straightness, Cindy nervously 
brushed down her dress with quick, hurried motions and left the bathroom. 
Instead of heading for the living room, she detoured toward the kitchen to 
get a glass of water. The heavy oak door was slightly ajar and she heard a 
scuffling sound followed by a huskily breathed "mmmmmmaaahhhh... " Cindy 
frowned disapprovingly, thinking that an inappropriate noise for a maid to 
be making. 

Stepping nearer, curiosity ripe, she pressed her perky nose between the door 
and its jam. Abruptly her eyes slitted demeaningly and her jaw dropped open 
in shock. 

Her sister-in-law was standing with her back to Cindy, her big breasted 
front buried in Uncle Nick's chest, their arms twisted together like vines. 
They were kissing and nuzzling and squirming their bodies together with all 
the hunger of two adolescents in the back seat of Daddy's car in a drive-in 
movie. Cindy felt as if she were transfixed on the passionate disgrace not 
five feet away. She could see the quivering flesh of Karen's smooth ass 
cheeks and slender thighs as they ground hungrily against the old man's 
bulging loins, and Uncle Nick's muscular thighs pressing against the 
sensuous ex-chorus girl's hips with unmitigated desire. 

For a moment Cindy thought she might faint with outrage. Suddenly Uncle Nick 
stopped, pulling away from the hungry embrace of his nephew's wife, and 
Cindy choked with the fear of being discovered spying on the shameless 
twosome. She watched Uncle Nick look Karen directly into her sloe eyes, his 
own icy blue orbs flashing brightly and a thin sardonic smile etching his 
thin lips above the bush of his goatee. "You agree then...?" 

Cindy heard him ask. 

Karen was quick to nod. "Oh, yes, Uncle Nick... yess... " 

"Uncle Nick's eyes narrowed. "To all of it... on my conditions?" 

Karen tittered. "I can't wait to start! Oh, it's such a nasty idea... I 
can't wait to start!" 

Uncle Nick snickered. "You already have, darling, you already have." He 
swept his nephew's wife back into his arms again, oblivious to the voyeur 
spying from the doorway. He mashed his tensile lips down on Karen's 
succulent ones and Cindy gawked in wide-eyed stupefication as the uncle 
reached one educated hand down and around to cup possessively one of the 
woman's smoothly rounded buttocks. Horrified, Cindy saw his pudgy 
outstretched middle finger dip into the cloth-covered crevice, slowly 
caressing up and down between her trembling ass cheeks. Karen's thighs began 
to rotate automatically, at first from side to side and then in ball bearing 
circles as she ground her abdomen into his thrusting loins faster and 
faster... 

Bile of disgust rose in Cindy's throat; she could tolerate the sight of them 
no longer! It was more than revulsion she experienced at their illicit 
display. Gritting her pearly teeth, she had to admit that at least a part of 
her was sharing the joy of Karen's passion. A tingling warmth began deep 
within her vagina begin to moisten. Her nipples beneath the lace brassiere 
she wore were hardening into diamond chips as little sensations of arousal 
coursed through her breasts. She hated herself for this unwanted but 
involuntary emotion, feeling grubby, soiled... almost as if she had cheated 
on her own dear husband! 

Horrified, Cindy backed away toward the stairs, feeling doubly damned by 
their repulsive display and her own humiliating response. Whirling around, 
she dashed up the steps as fast as her legs would carry her, gulping down 
the moan that rose in her lungs. Worse than the incestuous obscenity, worse 
than her own response was the true horror that Karen was throwing herself at 
Uncle Nick in hopes of winning the executorship for her husband! 

It was inexcusable, undemocratic, cheating! But it seemed to be working. The 
horny old goat was falling for Karen's cheap passions hook, line and sinker 
and though Cindy had not heard the exact terms of their sneaky agreement, it 
smelled of rotten eggs. Dirk would have to here about this! 

Oh, he hated to hear about what a slut his sister-in-law was. Anger welled 
within Cindy Wellington's heaving chest, a fury and frustration which 
brought her to the brink of tears. She could see the Hawaii property 
slipping from her reveries because of Karen's indecent trickery. Cindy 
balled up her petite hands into fists and squeezed until her polished 
fingernails dug into the palm of her sweating hand. That her dreams and 
Dirk's future should be jeopardized by Uncle Nick's lust was infuriating. 
Certainly she couldn't surrender herself to Uncle Nick's lust... a lust 
which would cease only when he had spewed his dirty sperm deep into her most 
sacred flesh. No... not Cindy Wellington! Never! 

At the top of the stairs Cindy slammed the bedroom door shut, then leaned 
her back against it as if to lock out the scene she had witnessed in the 
kitchen below. But the vision clawed at her dizzied mind despite her desire 
to blot it out. 

To lessen her horror, she tried to make excuses for Karen's sluttish 
behavior, but no way about it, it was sex for the sake of sex grunting down 
there in the kitchen. The notion of good and evil had been taught by the 
ruler in Parochial school and for that reason she had remained a virgin 
until the night she and Dirk had wed. Oh, she had let a few boys unclasp her 
brassiere and content themselves with above the waist activities, but that's 
where it stopped... hands down. 

And she had been proud of her purity, offered it to Dirk on a silver 
platter. In return she asked that he be patient with her ignorance and not 
force her into any of those wicked perverted positions which some 
uninhibited people indulged in. Married or not, the bedroom was not a 
playroom for Cindy Wellington. 

Yet beneath that smooth veneer she was far from being a frigid woman. Once 
Dirk agreed to her conditions, she gave herself eagerly to him and their 
honeymoon had been pure bliss. Nothing in the world had ever felt as 
wonderful as Dirk's hotly throbbing penis stretching her tight hymen to the 
point of bursting and then slipping smoothly up inside her ecstatic little 
cunt. The electric friction he caused her raced wildly through her belly, 
and she learned to relax her tense inner muscles to allow him deeper entry. 
With each stroking motion, she had been able to feel Dirk's loving cock 
swell with greater hardness, until finally he shot his thick, hot semen far 
up into her womb in gushes of satisfaction. 

Thus, her first sexual experience proved the righteousness of those years of 
denial and staunch discipline. Cindy's was a narrow, prudish philosophy 
toward sex. To have saved herself for the right man and the right moment had 
been heavenly once... and it would always remain thus. Therefore, to have 
seen Uncle Nick and Karen together mauling each other--especially 
considering the dirty, underhanded reasons behind it-was shattering. What in 
the world was she thinking of to feel sexually aroused at that disgusting 
display? No answer would come. 

It was chilly in the cottage and she decided to change into a warmer 
outfit... wool perhaps. 

Shivering with bewilderment, Cindy stripped off her dress and wearing only 
her thin white panties and lace brassiere, she reached down to open her 
suitcase. She was in that provocative, half nude position when the door 
abruptly opened and a blanch faced Dirk sauntered in. Immediately Cindy 
straightened, swiveling around with a nylon robe clutched defensively to her 
breasts, a look of alarm on her face. 

"God! You scared me, Dirk!" 

"Sorry!" he said timidly, surprised to find his wife in the bedroom without 
a robe. Cindy always wore a robe. 

"Wh-what are you doing here?" she gasped, rummaging around in the suitcase 
for something to hide her nudity. 

Dirk shook his head, depressed over the idea of telling Cindy he was forced 
to leave immediately with George on what could be another of Uncle Nick's 
wild goose chases. 

"Well... I... " he started, scratching his head, then countered by asking 
her what she was doing half nude in the bedroom. 

Cindy felt her chin begin to tremble and, with a gasp, sat down heavily on 
the side of the bed to try and stifle the guilt at having run from the 
situation. Clutched to her breasts was her robe, wadded up in tightly 
clenched fists. 

"Gosh, what's the matter, honey?" 

Cindy shook her head numbly, her mind whirling as she tried to find the 
words to describe what she had seen. And he must be told, to warn him of 
what his sister-in-law was doing to them behind their backs! The robe 
fluttered from her fingers and floated to the floor; Cindy sat dumbly 
watching it, head bowed, clenching her hands into tight little fists until 
she could feel her nails biting into the palms of her hands. 

"Cindy... what's wrong?" Dirk was all concern and love, the trip to the city 
forgotten momentarily. Sitting down on the bed, he took one of her hands, 
opened the fist, and slipped his fingers between hers. "I've never seen you 
like this, honey." 

"Well, maybe when you h-hear what y-your s-sweet sister-in-law did, you'll 
understand!" whimpered Cindy, feeling anger well within her body. "Wh-what 
would you think if I told you Karen and Uncle Nick were having an affair!" 
She let it out in a gush, then covering her face with her hands, wept openly 
and bitterly. 

"Karen and Uncle Nick? You've gotta be putting me on!" Dirk's snicker 
suddenly blanched to a nameless expression. "Oh cripes... that settles 
who'll get the executorship!" 

"Is that all you can think of?" Cindy stiffened. "Doesn't decency and... and 
morals and fidelity mean anything to you, Dirk?" 

"But I thought you wanted me to--" 

"Of course I want you to get that extra money so that you can go ahead with 
your investment, but it's not a matter of life and death... " Dirk screwed 
up his face in incredulity. "And morals and fidelity is?" 

Cindy's face went smooth and tight with indignation. "Dirk Wellington, 
doesn't our marriage mean anything to you! How would you feel if that was me 
flinging myself at that horny old goat, rubbing my br--" She stopped 
abruptly, paling at her loose flow of words. 

Dirk felt trapped. "The point is, honey, it wasn't you and besides, Uncle 
Nick's been married four times. He's not about to be fooled by Karen's 
playing around." 

"But it's unfair, Dirk. Dirk, you have to do something about this... you 
can't let the family name be ruined because of that, that slut! It's bad 
enough George is an alcoholic gambling addict. This could ruin your business 
reputation, honey... think of it!" 

Dirk scratched his head, buying time for the upcoming retort. "Listen, I 
can't tell Uncle Nick how to handle his affairs, and as for Karen, she can 
take care of herself." 

"Dirk!" 

"Well, she can. In a sense, she's like you, honey. She goes after what she 
wants in life... it's just a matter of what's important to you." 

"We're talking about incest, Dirk Wellington, not business!" Dirk threw up 
his hands. "I'm not her husband, I can't tell her what to do for 
Chrissakes!" A crooked smirk grew across Dirk's handsome features. "The old 
man's still got it, huh?" His shoulders heaved with chuckling. 

Sniffling, Cindy squinted at her husband, her pretty face drawn tight with 
disbelief. "Tell me," she said calculatedly, "would you go to bed with Karen 
if she offered herself to you? Would you, Dirk Wellington?" 

The question hit Dirk totally off guard. His brain, already steaming from 
Cindy's revelation, began overcharging from the image of what it would be 
like to crawl between the sheets with his brother's wife. Cripes, Karen 
exuded sex like musky perfume which made any man crave her for pure 
instinctual-lust. Would he screw Karen if given the" chance? 

This time he couldn't lie. "To be honest with you, honey. I don't know." 

"Dirk!-You can't mean that!" 

Dirk studied his wife's trembling features and the tears stinging her blue 
eyes, and like a child caught cheating before his mother, he felt ashamed 
and guilty. He loved and respected Cindy, needed her to get him over the 
bumps and pitfalls of life. She was strong willed and extremely judgmental, 
whereas he was moody and often self pitying. Cindy deserved a more loving 
answer than what he'd offered, and if the past was any indication of future 
consequences for this admission, he knew there would be hell to pay. Still, 
the idea of sinking his cock into his sister-in-law's hot little pussy might 
be worth the consequences. 

Dirk raised his eyebrows and smacked his lips concentratedly, staring at his 
wife out of the corner of his eye. "I know how you feel about messing 
around, honey. I shouldn't have made a joke of it." 

Cindy's belief in her own self righteousness and rigid morals was as yet 
uncontested in this her twenty-sixth year of life, and she wasn't about to 
watch those beliefs be eroded by a cheap sister-in-law who couldn't keep her 
hands to herself. She needed Dirk to share her load of marital 
responsibility. Sometimes it was so darned hard! She clung to her husband 
needfully, whimpering into his ear. "You... you wouldn't want me to seduce 
Uncle Nick f-for the sake of getting the money?" 

"Oh, don't be silly, Cindy. It would never come to that." 

Of course Fm being silly, she thought. But I want to hear that you would 
beat me, leave me, treat me like a whore if I did anything that disgusting. 
Is my husband insinuating that he wouldn't mind if I slept with Uncle Nick? 
Would I if the chance presented itself? God... how sinfully debased and 
immoral! 

Cindy hugged her husband tenaciously, shuddering inside from the sexual 
stimulation that dreaming of something utterly forbidden gives... even if 
that something is forced upon one. She valiantly fought down the little 
pinpricks of excitation that the lewd thought of making love to the wealthy 
old man was causing in her loins, refusing that she could be aroused by such 
incestuous fantasies. She couldn't admit them to herself and she couldn't 
admit them to Dirk, for if she did what would- he think of his 
straight-laced wife then? 

She needed his masculine strength to maintain her faltering female defenses. 
"I love you," she whispered hotly, kissing the smooth expanse of his cologne 
scented neck and running the warm tip of her tongue in salacious circles. 

"I love you, too, baby," he retorted, pulling away. "But I'm afraid Uncle 
Nick has pulled another fast one. I have to leave for the city with George." 

"Go to the city with George? Oh, no, Dirk! 

You can't leave me alone with--" 

"Please be reasonable, honey," he said, squirming on the bed. "I'll be back 
by tomorrow and then this mess will be settled for once and for all." 

"Tomorrow!" Cindy, at nerves end from all that she had seen and heard and 
felt in the past ten minutes, trembled with anguish and dismay. A single 
tear ran down her reddened cheek. "Don't go, Dirk. Tell him you can't... 
tell him anything but don't leave me alone with them!" 

Dirk had never seen his wife in such a weakened state; hysteria was not her 
fashion. "Cindy, I can't do that, you know better," he tried to soothe, 
though utterly unsuccessfully. Slowly he rose to his feet, removing his 
sports coat and working at the knot of his tie. "Together we'll come up with 
a way to set Uncle Nick straight. Karen won't get away with this." He 
paused, cogitating. "Damn... I wish I'd brought another sports coat... hate 
to get this one wrinkled." 

"No! Stay here, Dirk. I need you... oh, I've never needed you like this!" 
Cindy couldn't go on, hurt and humiliation filling her throat. The 
inspiration hit that she might accompany the brothers, but she knew that was 
impossible. She would have to stay in this awful place with these awful 
people doing incestuous things, and she had the terrifying premonition that 
they wouldn't necessarily do them behind her back. 

With a pouting moan she watched her husband walk across the room to the 
small bathroom, wearing only his jockey shorts. She knew he didn't want to 
leave her alone, but that offered little solace. She fought to collect her 
thoughts as she heard the water running in the basin and she lay back on the 
wide brass bed, groaning with the misery she felt deep within her soul. She 
wanted and needed Dirk tonight; her body cried for his nearness, her heart 
seeming to center in the pit of her womanhood. Cindy was desperate to be 
loved, although the degenerate source of that stimulus was yet ripe in her 
mind. Gently she closed her flickering eyelids and instantly the replay of 
Karen locked in Uncle Nick's arms came to life. She thought of how they 
would look naked and writhing in bed together, the old man ramming his 
stiffened penis deep up inside the brunette's welcoming cunt... and then, 
how she, Cindy, would look in place of Karen. 

Cindy bolted upright. Lord, what was wrong with her? She was no better than 
they for thinking such lustful thoughts. A cascade of crimson blushing 
flowed through her from working herself into an erotic frenzy that defied 
the laws of decency. Her watery blue eyes fixed on the naked bowl of her 
belly, groaning to herself: Dirk... I need you. Maybe we'll have time before 
you leave... if you hurry. I'm ready this time. 

She heard Dirk splash water on his face, gurgle and after a few moments, her 
handsome husband came out of the bathroom, reaching for his shirt thrown 
over the chair. 

* * * 

Dirk," she gushed. "Don't get dressed yet... please!" 

"What?" 

"Come to me, honey." Impulsively the lush blonde stretched out fully on the 
bed, then rolled slightly to the edge and stood up. Like an exotic dancer 
practicing her art, she reached behind her and unhooked the clasp of her 
lace brassiere, pulling the netted cups away from her warmly tingling 
breasts, doing it slowly and making certain the hardening pink nipples were 
the last to meet her husband's ogling eyes. She dropped the brassiere on top 
of the dress and raised her hands to cup the full rich mounds, kneading them 
possessively. With her blue eyes fastened on his startled ones, she dropped 
her fingers to her nylon panties and slowly worked them down over her long, 
tapering legs until she was standing before him completely nude. 

Seductively, she used her palms and undulated rhythmically, sliding back on 
the coverlet and lay down on her back. She experienced a strange 
narcissistic joy at the sight of her own naked body. She glimpsed down at 
her ripe breasts and at the flat bowl of her quivering belly, down to where 
her blonde pubic curls fringed the moist slit of her pinkly quivering cunt. 
For a mortifying second she noticed that her vaginal lips were red and 
shining wetly, and felt the erotic dampness up between her sleek-thighs. A 
boldness, new to her, an irrational desire to do something she 
shouldn't--but which her sister-in-law had done countless times in the 
past--suffused her senses. Raising her eyes to meet her baffled husband's, 
she gradually spread her legs wide, exposing all of her pussy. Her hips, as 
if on ball bearings, began a lewd rotation on the bedspread, wrinkling the 
patchwork quilt; her buttocks arched upwards in mesmerizing invitation and 
she repeated her plea: "Dirk, please... I'm ready!" 

"Cindy," he croaked horrified yet transfixed by the sight of his Pollyanna 
wife acting like a slut. "I can't... Uncle Nick'll come up and b-bang on the 
door while' we're--" He drew a calming breath. "We can do it when I get 
back." 

"Five minutes... five minutes for your wife, is that too much to ask?" 

"Please... " Now he was begging. Dirk carefully sat on the edge of the bed 
as if giving himself running room, but he couldn't un-glue his eyes from her 
sensually naked body in spite of Uncle Nick's impatience... 

"You don't want me, do you?" she pouted, rubbing her naked body against his. 
Her hand reached out for the slit in his jockey shorts and two fingers, like 
little soldiers, forged their way into the dark forest of his loins. She 
touched the spongy tube of his soft cock nestled warmly against his 
testicles. 

Dirk gritted his teeth and let out a tortured groan with the delicious 
sensation of her professional touch and the salacious sight of her creamy 
nudity squirming beside him, from her diamond chip nipples down to the 
triangle of soft, blonde pubic curls. 

"Honey, of course I want you, but--" He blinked his eyes. "Oh shit... " As 
limp as his penis had been a second ago, it was throbbing with blood pumping 
tingles and growing rock hard. "Stop this, Cindy!" 

Feeling a tinge triumphant, she stroked his erection diligently, watching 
the limp tube rise into full, heated hardness, its cock head oozing a pearl 
of precum and turning purple with arousal. Cindy's mind and body were a 
forest fire of excitation as she caressed her husband's penis, her fingers 
moving the silken foreskin up and down in pumping strokes, building her own 
lust as Dirk snorted with desire from the electric shocks percolating in his 
groin. God, she had to have him! She would die if he refused her. To feel 
his manhood ramming up into the velvety walls of her crying cunt promised 
heaven. 

"Do it to me, Dirk. Now!" she cooed, stroking, massaging with girlish 
fingers. "I'll die if you don't! I will... I really will!" 

Dirk felt like an utter bastard for having to refuse his wife, despite her 
crying demands. Self control was slipping fast. That little blonde headed 
woman always had this hot effect on him... if it weren't for that damned 
trip to the city! OH, but Uncle Nick and George were waiting for him 
downstairs. He had to get control of his senses. 

Again Dirk glanced at his wristwatch and groaned, only to feel his throbbing 
cock ache with damning urgency. How could the flesh and blood deny such 
temptation? He reminded himself he was his own person and as his wife 
continued to stroke his swelling penis and stroke her hotly panting body 
around his hips, the diamond chips of her nipples rubbing over his naked 
back, he couldn't resist satisfying her wishes. 

"Okay... " he answered in a gush, running his hands over her nakedly swollen 
breasts, his fingers toying with no nipples. He moved his right hand down 
the satiny valley between her firm young breasts, gloating in the sight of 
the pleasure vibrant on her face. He couldn't resist comparing her beatific 
features with Karen's sultry ones. 

Making love to Cindy was like screwing a virgin, like watching a young 
innocent shed the mantle of resistance and denude herself in front of his 
eyes. Now, his hand trailing along the fleshy path of her naked body, Dirk 
glanced down past the flat bowl of her white belly to the softly curling 
blonde fleece framing her bedewed vaginal slit. Beads of moisture on her 
tender cunt glistened wetly in the bedroom light, obliterating all doubts 
that Cindy was teasing him. 

With a groan of urgency, Dirk doubled over, unable to control the lust 
within him any longer, and plastered his mouth against his wife's silken 
inner thigh. He pooched his lips, trying to suck up every sweet flowing drop 
of her succulent pussy juices, brushing his tongue against her fevered 
cuntal lips searingly. Cindy flailed her head from side to side for a 
moment, then flexed her knees in sharp protest. 

"Dirk... no... don't kiss me there!" Mewling her arms encircled his head and 
pulled him upward along her squirming body toward her rosebud lips, opened 
in invitation. "Kiss me on the mouth... French kiss me like you used to do, 
honey," she whispered. 

What could he do? Dirk swept the tip of his warm tongue over his wife's 
belly, teased in the pit of her navel for a second, then smoothed up the 
valley of her breasts, her throat, finding its hot path to her opened lips. 
Trying to loosen Cindy's libido and shake the taboo against oral lovemaking 
was a task he had long ago abandoned. Other females had sucked him off in 
the past, and they weren't all prostitutes, either. Naturally he expected 
the same favor from his wife. Many times in the throes of lovemaking he 
would close his eyes and fantasize how it would feel to have those 
buttersoft lips encircle his pounding erection and tease at the seeping slit 
of his cock... and to nibble and tease her clitoris until she screamed out 
her orgasm, flooding his mouth with the piquant taste of love. 

But that was a fantasy... a useless, senseless fantasy. Never with Cindy. 
Lovemaking between them had become a common ritual, a fact that saddened 
him. He had conquered the limited territories of Cindy's sexual playground 
and was beginning to feel trapped within those confines. Boring... was that 
the word for their sex these days? Pathetic but true. 

"Wh-what's the matter, Dirk... you seem a million miles away?" whispered 
Cindy. 

Dirk lifted his head and rubbed his cleanly shaven cheek against her baby 
fine hair. "No... I'm with you... " He drew her closer to him, smashing his 
lips against her moistened ones to hush her fears. She arched her back, 
straining all of her naked body up against his, then spread her thighs and 
legs wide as he rolled over on top of her body, her right hand still 
possessively gasping onto the blood fed length of his warm penis and pulling 
it gently though insistently toward the hair fringed mouth of her vagina. 
The swollen, fleeced lips opened eagerly with the erotic desire for him to 
take her. 

"Oh, oh, oh, Dirrrrrk--now!" 

Grunting from pent up lust, he lunged, driving the seeping tip of his blood 
engorged cock head into his wife's hotly crying hole, feeling her vaginal 
walls quiver, ripple, then clasp his cock in a velvety vise. Her savage 
hunger for sex bewildered him, but he hadn't the patience for psychoanalysis 
now... not with her silken cuntal muscles nibbling at the heated length of 
his penis slithered up snug against the spongy cervix. She held him in place 
possessively, locked him there with the force of those milking pussy muscles 
and widespread legs, kicking them out to the sides and locking her ankles 
like a human necklace around his ribcage. There were nights when they would 
lay in bed watching television and making love by the hour... but not 
tonight, not after Cindy's strip tease and the way she was so all fired hot 
now! Christ, he could feel the sperm boil in his balls, seething there, 
ready to erupt any second! 

Deeper and faster he plunged his cock into her wetly squelching vagina and 
with each thrust of his hips, Cindy twisted against him, screwing his cock 
that much deeper into her belly. She seemed to be trying to eat him right 
up, suck him up into her belly... right up to his toes! 

Dirk gasped and quivered, his body electrified with lust. Deep in the pit of 
his gut he felt the eruption of his heated male seed start to demand 
release. 

With a moan of regret, Cindy sensed that her husband was at the end of his 
tether... dangling helplessly from the noose or orgasm. She could feel his 
cock swell and bulge against the soft walls of her cunt and splaying her 
legs wider, and locked her calves tightly behind his back as she writhed and 
squirmed and pleaded on the squeaking brass bed: "No, Dirk. NO! Not yet...!" 

"Oh, shit, honey... " He clamped his mouth desperately down on hers to 
silence her protests and started a long, animalish groan that rose in 
decibels as he pounded his hips against her pelvis and squirted his heated 
sperm deep up into her slippery cunt. Cindy felt it gush into her womb in 
hot spurts... on and on as he emptied his spasming testicles. At last his 
throbbing cock began to deflate, having emptied out the last hot, creamy 
dregs. 

It was premature and shatteringly disappointing. 

"Oh, no, oh honey... please... " sobbed Cindy. She squeezed her buttocks up 
against his softening penis, limp and useless as a broken toy; she pounded 
her bare heels against his bruised ribcage desperately. With a defeated 
groan, Dirk rolled from between his wife's still twitching thighs and gasped 
out an exhausted sigh. "Dirk, finish me... you have to finish me!" 

It was not to happen. Dirk had returned to reality, the world of musts and 
don'ts... and right now he must leave for the city before Uncle Nick lost 
all patience and didn't give him the executorship. Already he had been 
absent too long, and knowing of his uncle's crazed penchant for punctuality, 
he glanced at his wristwatch wearily. He still had a chance to appease Uncle 
Nick if he hurried. "Cindy... I can't. I have to pack and get downstairs." 

Cindy bolted half-upright, bracing her weight on one elbow. Her face was a 
mask of tortured incredulity. "Dirk, this isn't fair... I didn't cum! You 
have to make me cum!" 

There was no arguing with the charge. Abruptly, he flipped her back down on 
her back, kissed his wife hard on the mouth and with the moist tip of his 
warm tongue, traced a path down over her silken throat, down the smoothness 
of her cleavage heading south for forbidden territory. When his tongue 
reached the jewel of her navel, Cindy gave out an anguished moan and cupped 
Dirk's head with her hands, pushing him aside. 

"Dirk... no... not after we've... I mean you've... " 

"You said you wanted to cum," he gasped impatiently, "and right now I can't 
get it up." 

Cindy shuddered, torn between the hot desires scorching her cunt and the 
heavy load of shame that flickered through her confused mind at the thought 
of him putting his tongue down there where his own seed was yet warm and 
creamy. Pinpricks of desire had spread like a contaminating army of vermin 
and mustering the ragged remains of self control, she tangled her fingers in 
Dirk's curly brown hair and gritted her teeth. She couldn't allow him to 
taste her pussy... not after he'd cum inside of her! Oh, this was no way for 
a woman to behave--not a well-bred, Catholic educated woman. She had to put 
a stop to these sensations, wonderful as they were. Cindy rolled her head 
from side to side, tears of sexual frustration dampening the pillow and 
stinging her warm cheeks. Eyes closed, she sensed weight lifting from the 
mattress and, blinking open one blue eye, Cindy stared at the naked hirsute 
buttocks streaked red by her own fingernails. Dirk was stepping into his 
trousers, keys and loose change jingling in his pockets as he zipped up his 
pants. A sob of self pity welled in Cindy's constricted throat. 

Dirk was nearly dressed in a casual cashmere sweater and gabardine slacks, 
his mind already back on the business trail, sex forgotten, wife forgotten. 

Cindy's rosebud lips quivered in self pity, hot blue eyes misted with 
emotion. She glanced down at the warm, creamy froth oozing from her vagina 
and quickly clenched shut her eyes. That warm river was the only bodily 
indication that Dirk had made love to her in his selfish way. The temptation 
to let him crawl between her legs and tongue the raggedly swollen entrance 
to her womanhood was nearly blinding, but Cindy fought valiantly. She could 
not, without hating herself, allow him to tongue her there... and yet he had 
wanted to. 

Now he was punishing her by leaving, leaving her alone in this house with 
Uncle Nick and her whorish sister-in-law who were plotting something evil 
behind her back. And Cindy knew intuitively she would be the brunt of the 
joke. 

What trick had Uncle Nick up his sleeve this time? 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Outside the frosted lead glass windows November snow flurries left a thin 
crust of white. Cindy sat tensely in an overstuffed chair by the fireplace, 
listening disheartedly to the sound of tires crunching and spinning on the 
drive, then fading down the angled drive to the highway and airport beyond. 

Dirk and George were on their way to New York City. It would be a long, long 
evening sitting there listening to Karen and Uncle Nick make small talk 
between martinis, watching her expression intently over the rim of their 
glasses. Twice she had excused herself to return to the guest bedroom 
upstairs and twice Uncle Nick's suave blandishments had put a halt to that. 
Now, after her fourth martini on an empty stomach, Cindy felt a warm vertigo 
ripple in her stomach. The first drink had been accepted out of social 
acquiescence, the second by Uncle Nick's insistence, the third out of a 
frustrated longing for Dirk. Now with the fourth drink in her hand, Cindy 
realized she was on the tipsy end of inebriation. She needed coffee, strong 
and black, and something in her stomach. 

Impatiently she crossed her stockinged legs in a whoosh and drummed her long 
pink fingertips on the soft chair's arm, eyeing Uncle Nick rather 
disdainfully. It appeared he was deliberately starving her, deliberately 
getting her drunk. In a burst of panic, Cindy cleared her throat, too polite 
to interrupt the lively conversation bantering between the smirking older 
man and his luscious bodied nephew's wife. 

Behind his monocle Uncle Nick watched greedily while Cindy's eyes became 
waxy and her eyelids drooped a bit, her head nodding from the strong punch 
of the alcohol. He could see she was trying to communicate her needs to him, 
but all that filled his mind was the wild, incestuous desire to fuck her. 
His penis and testicles ached fiercely with the desire to slip his cock 
inside her pink pussy and plant his thick cum deep inside her tender belly. 
That and other amusing tortures of her pristine body and soul. And Karen was 
his accomplice, as agreed to in the kitchen when he'd told her of his plans 
to send his nephews away, leaving Cindy alone and vulnerable. 

"You girls haven't seen the Ming vase I bought on my travels to the East, 
then...?" continued Uncle Nick rising from the sofa and sauntering over to a 
lead glass fronted buffet cabinet, dabbing at his forehead with a linen 
handkerchief. "I haven't decided yet who will get this beauty," he said 
proudly, unlocking the cabinet and reaching within to lift the delicate vase 
from its perch and set it on the table beside. 

"Really... ? How much is it worth?" Karen wanted to know, pinching the 
neckline of her tight jersey sheath between two fingers and pulling it free 
of her breasts and blowing down her neck. "Gosh it is hot in here... " 

"Last appraisal," began Uncle Nick again dabbing at his sweat beaded 
forehead, "was somewhere near two hundred and fifty thousand." With his 
handkerchief he fanned his reddened cheeks. "My the furnace must be stuck on 
high again... I must see to having that blasted thing fixed." His eyes 
returned to the chair by the fireplace where Cindy sat in drunken, 
over-heated dizziness, her blonde head rolling to the side. She would catch 
the nod in mid-roll, blinking her eyes and forcing herself to alertness. It 
was obvious she was on the verge of passing out. 

"Gorgeous piece, isn't it?" he asked of Cindy, his brain dwelling on the 
obscene fun which he would have in a few more minutes. 

"Oh... oh yes, lovely," returned Cindy, eye lids at half mast. She was 
clutching at the chair's arms trying to keep from slumping over. Her cheeks 
were red with heat, beads of perspiration sheening her satin forehead. 

"Be back in a minute," winked the old man, scampering toward the hallway. 
"Maybe I can fix that dratted thermostat." Raising his eyebrows at Karen he 
headed for the temperature control and turned it up to eighty-seven degrees. 
From around the door-jam he gestured at Karen to execute step one of 
operation seduction. 

Gingerly, shoulders thrown back, he reentered the living room, eyeing 
Cindy's glass. "How impolite of me, Cindy. Let me refill that... " 

"No... please... I don't care for anymore," answered Cindy in an alcohol 
thickened voice. Her tongue felt like an un-chewed hunk of meat in her 
mouth. 

"I'll have one if you'll have one, my dear." Deftly, he plucked the glass 
from her hand, chuckling benignly. "Just one... just one... " He tittered to 
himself and swaggered out of the room, leaving Cindy cross-eyed and 
perplexed. Bracing her dimpled chin in her upturned palm, Cindy blinked 
across the room at her sister-in-law. Cindy Wellington's jaw fell slack. 

There sat Karen working at the back neck zipper of hers shimmering sheath, 
pulling the jade green bodice free of her creamy shoulders, "It's hot enough 
in here to cook a turkey," she complained, eyeing Cindy under arched 
eyebrows. "If I don't get some of these clothes off I'm going to suffocate!" 
Standing up, the raven haired mature bodied woman shimmied out of the 
clinging jersey dress, pulling it down over the ripe mounds of her breasts 
cupped oozingly in lacy patches hugging her slender ribcage, down over the 
flat plane of her abdomen, over the white lace ridge of a Belgium lace 
garter belt with its lace straps holding up textured nylon stockings. Around 
the tight elastic legbands of her bikini panties could be seen black 
tendrils of pussy hair. Her thighs were long and sleek--obviously well 
exercised in the bedroom. With a bored sigh, Karen let the garment puddle at 
her feet. She kicked it free with the open toe of her ankle strap shoes and 
collapsed back on the sofa, crossing her stockinged legs in a hush of nylon. 
"God, you must be dying in that wool dress!" She tucked an errant strand of 
raven hair behind her shell-like ear. 

Surprising indeed how quickly her sister-in-law's indecencies sobered up 
Cindy. "Karen!" she gasped, horrified. "What's wrong with you? Go put some 
clothes on before Uncle Nick sees you half n-naked!" 

"Oh, don't be so prudish, Cindy," smirked Karen teasingly, unaffected by the 
insult. "It's no different than wearing a bikini. Besides... " Karen held up 
her right hand and pooching out her succulent rosebud lips, examined her 
polished nails narcissistically. "... Uncle Nick and I have always been very 
very close." 

"I'll just bet you have!" Cindy was beside herself with anger. "I s-saw the 
two of you in the kitchen... rubbing your b-breasts against his chest and 
letting him maul your fanny!" 

"Cindy!" gasped the other in mock horror. "How dare you use such language... 
" She tutted teasingly. "How indecent!" 

Cindy's blue eyes became two narrow slits of hateful fire. "You're trying to 
buy him off with your body... and don't tell me you're not because I saw 
you!" She was sitting on the edge of her chair now, cheeks reddened with 
perspiration, anger and alcohol. 

"Why ever would I do such a thing, Cindy? What ever Uncle Nick and I do in 
private is strictly out of platonic affection. It has nothing to do with his 
money." That, of course, was a bold faced lie, Karen thought, and she was 
pleased how Cindy was falling into the trap set by she and Uncle Nick. She 
never considered that Uncle Nick might just be leading her on as well, 
letting her think that sex with him could influence the choice of executor 
of his will. Wily as he was, he knew how to get Karen's juices flowing, just 
as he knew the subject of money and his estate must be forgotten before 
Cindy could be turned on. One against the other, motivation camouflaged 
under sex... he had it all figured out. Most of all he enjoyed watching 
people make fools of themselves in the name of greed. The all mighty dollar 
prevailed; no one could tell Uncle Nick different. 

The two women sat facing each other, one cattishly complacent, the other 
stark faced and horrified. At last Cindy broke the long, horrible silence. 
The years of watching Dirk dish out money to his no good gambling brother 
only to watch his selfish wife spend the money on expensive clothes... the 
years of keeping her mouth shut out of fear of hurting Dirk's feelings and 
causing waves in the family circle... the years of tolerating Uncle Nick's 
foolish teasing and charades came to a head in one gush of emotion. 

"The problem with you, Karen, is that you're cheap! All you care about is 
money and sex... and I don't give a damn what you think about me. I've had 
enough!" 

"Why?" Karen cocked an eyebrow, admirably maintaining her even temperament. 
Arrogantly pooching out her glossy lips, she drew a deep breath causing the 
ripe mounds of her breasts to swell and ooze above her brassiere cups, 
showing all but the strawberry nipples. Brazenly she ran her long red 
fingertips over her nearly naked chest, wiping away the warm sheen. Her eyes 
leveled on Cindy's. "Why...?" Her voice was soft and sing-songy. "Because I 
enjoy having a good time in life? Because I don't dress like a nun... 
because I don't tip toe around Uncle Nick with a goody-goody attitude?" She 
tutted. "Really, I can't imagine what it must be like being married to 
someone who abhors sex." Karen let out a deep sigh and recrossed her legs. 
"Poor Dirk." 

"I don't abhor sex... I don't think sex is dirty," Cindy shot back. "Only an 
animal would throw her body at an old man... an uncle at that. That's 
incest!" 

"We're all animals, Cindy. We're flesh and bones and meat and marrow... 
except for you, of course... you're all fluff." 

Cindy tried to clear her mind of alcohol so she could think clearly, but her 
brain was swimming in martinis, thoughts bumping into olives, crashing 
against the walls of her brain. She wondered what Dirk would think if he 
were privy to this conversation. That made her think of Dirk and the 
coyfully implanted suggestion of Karen's conjured up the image of Dirk 
sitting on the airplane watching the stewardesses pass by and getting lewd 
ideas about what he'd like to do with them. 

Cindy's blue eyes roved over the satin smoothness of Karen's naked neck, 
down to the creamy cleavage pushed together by the lacy brassiere, down over 
the flat bowl of her belly smoothed by a lace garter belt, long lace garter 
straps accentuating the sleekness of her slender thighs. She wondered how 
Dirk would react if he were here now. Which of the two would capture his 
attention... Karen's brazen panther-like body or her modestly clad yet full 
bodied figure. The thought brought a whimper to her voice; it stuck there. 
She recalled his answer when asked if given the chance, would he make love 
to Karen. His flippant answer made her feel shiveringly insecure. 

Cindy had to admit that the raven haired hussy sitting shamelessly clad in 
brassiere, garter belt and high heels was a sensuous sight, objectively 
speaking, despite her emotional response to the woman. She recalled how 
sexually excited she had become after seeing Karen and Uncle Nick caressing 
each other in the kitchen... then thinking how they would appear naked and 
making love. That shameless thought terrified her and Cindy clamped her 
hands over her ears and shook her head no in attempt to dispel those lurking 
thoughts. So much had happened so fast she couldn't keep up. If only she'd 
refused that last martini. If her body had responded appropriately to Karen 
and Uncle Nick's foreplay, then her moral ideas were all wrong. 

Abruptly Uncle Nick sauntered into the room, a fresh martini in hand. He 
smiled at Cindy, his nephew's naive wife who, after that night would never 
be the same self-conscious prude, and he saw that this extra drink would put 
her over the edge. She was sitting immodestly, her dress hiked up her thighs 
to show off a warm expanse of naked thigh above the stocking rims, her long 
tapering legs spread slightly apart so he could see up to the little wisp of 
cloth separating him from the hairy target of her pussy. It excited him, and 
behind his suit pants, his cock leapt for joy, pounding with incestuous 
desire. 

"My dear Cindy... I've never seen you so rumpled and ready!" 

"I'm ready to melt myself, and it's not from that damned furnace," panted 
Karen. "After all this talk of animal sex, I'm ready to hump a goat." 

"Then do your thing," grinned Uncle Nick salaciously, placing the martini 
glass down on the coffee table. "Stand up and flash the girl some thigh, 
Karen!" Hooking his thumbs in the vest armholes, the pot bellied man grinned 
cat-like and rocked on his heels as Karen, taking a sip of her martini, 
swaggered to her feet. Hands on hips, she pirouetted in front of the 
disbelieving blonde cupping her brassiered mounds with her hands, then 
running her palms down her ribcage, over her smoothly rounded hips and 
coming together, fingers meeting, at the pouting mound of her vagina. 

Karen winked at Cindy. "Animal, you say?" 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

George hiccoughed and tried to quell his wretching diaphram with another sip 
from the bottle. 

Snow, fluffy from the heavens, froze in the moist wind whipped night 
slashing against the windshield in sloshy chunks, putting the windshield 
wipers to task. The horizon was a cold pale pink with fingers of barren 
trees marking the slopes. The snow was freezing fast. In three miles they 
had passed only a tow truck. It was a night for no man to battle nature. 

Dirk pulled up the collar on his flannel lined trench coat, watching his 
brother out of the corner of one disapproving eye as George sat behind the 
wheel, repeatedly throwing back his head to upend the Jack Daniels bottle. 

A chilly distance separated the brothers until a near miss with a farmer's 
mailbox nearly sent them careening into the ditch. Dirk was indignant. 

"You're in no condition to drive... let me take over." 

George's upper lip rippled sardonically. "Let you take over," he sneered 
drunkenly. "Always Dirk... let Dirk do it. You got it all, don't ya, 
brother?" He rammed the car in reverse, went into a spin and swerved 
sideways and forward. Plucking the bottle from between his legs, he took 
another sip, then gestured with it. "That's why Uncle Nick is gonna unload 
on you, isn't it? You're the big hot shot contractor... respectable like Dad 
used to say... " Dirk let out a long sigh. "Let's not get morbid, please. 
We've got enough to worry about just getting to the airport alive." 

"I don't care if we ever get there... " Dirk snapped: "Oh, come on... you 
made your bed... drinking too much, gambling away your money... " Abruptly 
he stopped the tirade, imagining his brother's bed and the gorgeous lush 
bodied brunette that lay in it. How his brother, a bit of a slob, had 
managed to snatch her up had rattled Dirk's self image. Why couldn't it have 
been him? But then everyone knew Karen would spread her legs for anything 
with a tail and if Cindy wasn't over reacting, she was balling Uncle Nick on 
the side, too. Suddenly he was panicked by the threat of Karen sleeping with 
the old goat and winning the executorship for George. An unprecedented kind 
of loathing for his prudish wife sent the adrenalin to warm his torso. He 
hated himself for thinking it, but he rather wished she would flirt with the 
lecherous old man and win a few points for her husband. 

* * * 

"I must agree," chuckled Uncle Nick. "The girl is all animal." 

Those words sparked a sudden prurient gleam in Karen's eyes, a spark that 
grew into a gloat, and one could almost see the well oiled gears in her 
libido turn over with obscene thoughts which if Cindy had realized, would 
have sent her screaming out of the house. 

"My, Cindy," breathed the old man, fingers working at his tie. "Don't you 
think it's hot in here?" 

Cindy, too dumbstruck to answer by all that was happening, nodded 
sluggishly. Turning her head aside, she refused to look at the shameless 
woman parading in front of her, weighing her breasts like cantaloupes in a 
super market, and running her hands panther-like over her body while her 
high heels clapped against the polished hardwood floors in pirouetting 
circles. By ignoring her, Cindy hoped Karen would end her act and quit 
acting like the whore that she was. Squirming restlessly in her chair, her 
face drawn in a tight frown, Cindy felt as if she was on fire... almost 
suffocating in her wool dress. But that was no excuse to strip naked. 

Uncle Nick who had removed his tie and was working at the buttons on his 
shirt, glanced over at his nephew's wife sitting pie-eyed in disbelief at 
the carnal circus taking place before her. Long pink fingertips dug into the 
chair's arm, dress hiked up to her lap from the reckless effects of 
incredulity, knees fallen laxly apart to give a pouting view of her pussy. 
If his keen sight wasn't deceiving him, he could see a little wet spot of 
excitation on the crotch band of her panties. "What's good for the goose is 
good for the gander," chuckled Uncle Nick. "Cindy, take off that wool dress 
or you'll stain the underarms." 

"But... you two... you're almost n-naked!" 

"Oh, don't worry about him. Uncle Nick and I'll be fucking in a minute 
anyhow. We're all made out of flesh and bones." Karen saw the reaction her 
obscenity had on her prudish sister-in-law and she smirked to herself. 
Fucking... " she spat. "Don't be so shocked, Cindy. How do you think you 
came into this world? Besides, Uncle Nick has seen me naked before... and 
I've even seen the little warts on his wee-wee," she tittered, putting her 
hand to her mouth and winking one sloe eye at the old satyr. Karen smiled 
lewdly at the older man, basking in the heated glow of his eyes as they 
traveled obscenely over the symmetrical beauty of her mature body 
titillatingly hidden with lace and garters. She knew he never ceased to 
become animalishly aroused at her amorality, and his lustful reactions only 
made her crave more sexual freedom and expression. 

One could almost see the canary feathers around her Cheshire smile and 
turning to Cindy, wide-eyed and blinking in disbelief, crooned delightedly. 
"It feels good to act like a woman, to feel yourself get all hot and swollen 
and wet!" With that, she planted her feet wide apart, slithered her fingers 
over her belly and with one deft finger, pulled aside the narrow, dampened 
crotch band of her panties. "Look how wet and swollen my pussy is, Cindy. 
Just look! Mmmmmm... " She closed her eyes, threw back her head and letting 
her lips part, ran the tip of her pink tongue over her beestung lips. 
"Mmmmmm-mm... it feels so good when I rub myself down there," she purred. 

Aghast, Cindy let out a shriek, clamped her hands over her eyes and felt 
faint. How could any woman be so brazenly shameless as to show off her 
private parts to another woman? Of their own volition, her fingers parted 
and one disbelieving blue eye peeked at the swollen fingers of her 
sister-in-law's ragged cuntal lips. In the warm firelight her glistening 
juices sparkled diamond-like. 

Cindy swallowed hard, looking up at the expression on Karen's face. It was 
one of sheer, unadulterated pleasure, and staring and listening to the 
woman's obvious pleasure purr in her throat, the young blonde felt a 
quickening of her own breath, a fluttering in her lower belly. It was 
hunger... but of a different sort. She tried to turn away in disgust... but 
something held her fast. She had to look--the blatantly suggestive gesture 
of a worse than naked woman dipping her own finger into her own cunt and 
flaunting her sexuality in front of others... she knew she should get up and 
leave the room... but she was glued to the chair, immobilized by a 
smouldering curiosity in perversity. 

The inside of Cindy's mouth was bone dry and she ran her warm tongue over 
her chapped lips several times, trying to rid her mouth of the acrid taste. 
She was drunk, her defenses down, her body hot and her mind turning toward 
strangely perverse horizons. As an unwanted trickle of arousal rose in her 
wetly throbbing pussy, she tried to dispel the sexual arousal her husband 
had failed to extinguish earlier. "No... no... stop this!" she yelped. 

As Karen fingered her own pussy, head flailing wildly from side to side, 
Cindy's eyes lifted to the side where Uncle Nick was just stepping out of 
his pants and carefully folding them to lay in a neat heap. At any other 
time it would seem rather comical seeing the old man stand in striped boxer 
shorts with stockings held up with garters... but not now. 

He caught her glance and quickly averted stare. Uncle Nick's mouth was 
salivating at the prospect of soon fucking this desirable young blonde wife 
of his nephew--and at the ball bursting sight of Karen wantonly fingering 
herself so provocatively. His penis was already concrete hard inside his 
boxer shorts, crying for release, and he knew that in a few minutes his 
rubbery penis would be rubbing skin with Karen's tender parts. If Cindy had 
not run screaming from the room by now, she was trapped! He glanced over at 
her again. She was riveted to the chair. 

With a gleeful chuckle that rasped of lechery, he tore off his shirt in 
passionate haste. Like popcorn the buttons flew off his shirt while his 
loins churned with excitement at the electric thrill of exposing himself to 
two young beautiful women who were related to him! Oh, boy... this was going 
to be one hell of a night! Never had he wanted to make love to and subjugate 
a woman as badly as this blonde haired, blue-eyed innocent... the wife of 
his own nephew! 

Divested of his clothes, Uncle Nick stretched out supine on the sofa, his 
elderly cock loosing its elephantine wrinkles in a heady, smooth erection 
that pointed at the ceiling high above. His legs were spread wide and 
compliantly, Karen withdrew her finger from the seething hole of her pussy 
and slid down beside the couch in obvious delight, kneeling with her head 
lowered to the tip of his mushroom headed erection. Uncle Nick leered across 
the room at Cindy, smoothing his goatee as he told her: "Karen's going to 
teach you something, little one. Watch and learn." 

The salacious brunette took his fleshy hardness between her soft hands and 
began to rub it lightly with her warm palms, arousing the incestuous-minded 
uncle to a state of lust. It was all he could do to keep from moaning and 
writhing under her expert touch... but it wasn't time for that yet. 
Everything had to be timed to perfection in order to keep this sweet Cindy 
in her mesmerized state of mind. They must keep her curiosity up. 

Grinning beguilingly, Karen turned her head and spoke to her sister-in-law 
as she sat on the floor, legs wide apart to show off the black curling hairs 
fringing the dampened crotch band of her panties. "Have you ever tasted a 
man's cock, Cindy? Have you ever licked and sucked a man's cock until it 
exploded in your mouth like a big sweet jaw breaker? 

"Ohhh... " moaned Cindy, covering her face with her hand. "Don't talk that 
way, Karen." 

"You've never sucked your husband's prick? Oh... poor Dirk." 

"Of course I haven't! I would never do that!" 

"Too bad you're missing out on the best parts of being a woman. I've always 
sucked George's cock and I've sucked Uncle Nick's cock, too... and do you 
want to know why, Cindy? It's because I like the taste of cock. I crave the 
taste of cock!" 

"Oh, God... " came the anguished wail of despair from Cindy. How could a 
self-respecting woman talk that way... so dirty... so blatantly animalish 
about sex. Elbow resting on the chair's arm, she shaded her face with her 
hand and shook her blonde head, terrified of the wild sensations ricocheting 
around in her body. The martinis, the dirty talk and the earlier unfulfilled 
lust was swamping her mind with mucky thoughts. She must get out of there 
before something worse happened. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The living room was becoming an inferno of obscenity chorused with lewd 
grunts and groans of lust, yet a weird masochistic fascination seemed to 
glue Cindy's cringing buttocks to the chair. Her lush body was sheened with 
perspiration, a warm dampness that caused her milky breasts to swell within 
the lacy cups of her brassiere. She could only moan and quiver from the 
force of her conflicting emotions. This can't be real, she thought 
desperately. I must be dreaming this up! Oh, how she needed Dirk to untangle 
her mind from these obscene hallucinations! 

But her eyes were registering reality in its rawest form as they perversely 
studied the long, rigid cock jutting up from Uncle Nick's hairy loins. Like 
a cosmic magnet it seemed to draw her agonized attention to the fleshy 
flagpole, and she choked down a wad of nausea as she saw Karen press her 
lovely face closer to the seeping tip. For a long moment the meaty erection 
hung precariously close to the brunette's wetly glistening lips... and then 
Karen leaned forward, pooched out her lips and blew warmly over the 
mushroomed tip, bringing a whimper of lustful delight from the old fellow. A 
moment later the whimper grew to groan-like volume as Karen's pink tongue 
darted out at the lust-swollen head and lapped up a tiny drop of seminal 
fluid. 

"Mmmmmmmm... " Karen mewled loud enough for her sister-in-law to hear, 
squirming nakedly on her knees, blissfully adoring the taste of their 
uncle's penis. 

Cindy could see that Karen wasn't joking; she wanted that thick hardness and 
its piquant, erotic juices in her mouth and wiggled her hips as she ovaled 
her beestung lips in a firm oval over the head of the pulsating shaft. 

The horror of seeing her sister-in-law pervertedly sucking Uncle Nick's 
penis sent violent tremors of revulsion galloping through Cindy's tipsy 
brain. The small corner of her brain that was still in functioning order 
bellowed for her to run for her life and her dignity--to hell with the 
executorship! This was reality... no hallucination this! She tried to will 
her body to move, but her nerves were frazzled, her mind dulled and her 
physical body too lethargic to obey mental commands. The four martinis--not 
counting the fifth sitting on the credenza beside her-- combined with the 
ninety degree heat had her flesh prickling with a sexual ferment she neither 
desired nor could control. 

Cindy's pink fingertips dug into the sofa chair arms torturously as 
mesmerized, the young blonde dimly recalled daydreaming of Karen and Uncle 
Nick nakedly entwined together... now that fictitious image was happening on 
a three hundred and sixty degree canvas of real life--three dimensional and 
in color with sounds to match. She listened to the lustful slurp of Karen's 
lips slipping around Uncle Nick's hot erection and the deep throated groans 
and moans of a man seeing a glimpse of heaven. It was, in a sense, as if 
she, Cindy, had willed this obscene display, as if she was responsible for 
it and consequently Dirk's loss of the executorship. 

Guilt, like invisible fingers, choked her throat, starting churning the 
wheels of rationalization. If Dirk hadn't left her behind with these animals 
none of this would be happening... and if he had satisfied her instead of 
running off she wouldn't be squirming in her chair. Those easily grasped 
thoughts were cut short from the wild sensation of the chair's cushion 
sticking to her sheened upper thighs, sticking electrically to the cuntal 
crevice up above the line of her nylon stockings. She jerked at the 
unexpected erotic sensation it produced, pressing her legs together to stem 
the pinpricks of arousal that had somehow begun to percolate in her loins. 

"No ...-!" Her hands flew to her mouth. "Stop this! Please... " she 
whimpered. Even if this immoral display was tangential to Dirk's selfish 
departure, she owed him her loyalty and by virtue of sitting here watching, 
she was breaking her marriage vows and all that she'd been raised to believe 
was good and true and enduring. Still, Cindy couldn't seem to shake herself 
free from the increasing thrills of prurient excitement pulsing in her 
unsatisfied cunt as a result of watching her worse than naked sister-in-law 
slaving, sucking, nibbling, licking at their uncle's penis. It was wrong... 
despicable... disgusting... and yet it held her in its power. 

"Uramram... mmmm... " mewled Karen around the stalk of hard male flesh. She 
began to suck him with the rhythmic, vacuuming expertise of a prostitute, 
driving the full length of Uncle Nick's hotly throbbing penis deep into her 
mouth, slamming it hard against the back of her tender throat in masochistic 
thrusts. Cindy could see through blurred vision Karen's wetly ovalled lips 
working on the thickly veined shaft, watching with glazed attention as the 
glistening lips of her mouth puckered outward and then back in again as she 
sawed up and down, up and down. 

Uncle Nick's hips tensed and jerked upwards into the subserviently kneeling 
brunette's lovely face, all the hard, throbbing expanse disappearing with 
each swallow so that only a fraction of an inch of his cock showed tight and 
white and gleaming with saliva between her compressed, saliva splattered 
lips. While she sucked, Karen's free hand was wedging between the old man's 
thighs, tickling and caressing the bloated sac of his testicles, her 
gorgeous face mirroring her desirous intent to milk all of his fiery hot 
semen and feel it pooling like ambrosia in her stomach. 

The room smelled of musky sex and steaming genitals, hanging like a moist 
cloud of desire ready to rain down on Cindy's blonde head. Her nose could 
smell sex, her eyes could see sex, her tongue could voyeuristically taste 
it, and her hands itched to feel it. She wanted to sob with shame, wanted to 
fall on her knees and beg forgiveness from Dirk, the Catholic sisters, her 
mother... everyone who would damn her for allowing her flesh to weaken in 
this disgrace. She had never imagined such wicked perversion was possible. 
Then to her horror she realized the humming in her ears was her own moans of 
lustful longing. 

Could it be that her initial horror and revulsion were fading from red hot 
disgust to the pale pink desire... fading even more to white hot desire? 
Stirrings of empathetic response for a woman whose morals she held in vilest 
contempt, were getting the best of Cindy Wellington. They were both women, 
both flesh and blood and marrow and meat as Karen had said, and as Cindy 
continued to watch in unblinking awe, more and more she shared the pleasure 
of her sister-in-law's oral lovemaking of Uncle Nick's genitals. 

Cindy couldn't seem to help herself, she admitted in a drunken burst of 
disgrace, and sensed that just as she'd feared that afternoon, she was at 
heart no better than her whorish sister-in-law! She was a whore, she groaned 
in defeat, feeling her eyes sting with tears. She felt herself weakening to 
the taunting throbs rising in her belly and cock-starved pussy. These 
feelings were--oh, God, no!--strangely reminiscent of the prickish tickles 
of sexual arousal!... the way she had felt when she stripped off her 
brassiere and panties in front of Dirk and touched herself before lying 
spread eagled on the bed and begged her husband to take her. The excitement 
she experienced from her own dear husband was not unlike the excitement she 
experienced at watching a woman she detested suck the penis of a dirty old 
man. She couldn't allow herself to watch any more of this x-rated scenario! 

As Cindy waged the battle of libido versus morality, Uncle Nick placed his 
age spotted hands against Karen's temples and forced her to stop sucking his 
penis. "That's enough!" he rasped in a wheezing croak. "I'll cum if you 
don't stop now!" 

"Ohhh... do that!" crooned Karen, the fires of lust dancing in her black 
eyes. "I want to taste your cum, Uncle Nick... deep down in my belly." 

"Not yet... " The old man raised his white eyebrows to glance slyly at his 
blonde headed relative, tweaking his goatee, eyes sparkling. "We've lots to 
do yet, girl... lots." 

With a bit of effort, the virile old man stood up from the couch behind the 
still kneeling Karen and slowly started pumping the throbbing heat of his 
thumping erection. "We can't be selfish with our pleasures, dear... can we?" 

Uncle Nick's eyes spoke what his words implied. "No! screamed Cindy, 
clamping her hands over her ears as if to blot out the insinuation. Her 
buttocks clenched automatically together, and she drew her legs up in a 
futile defense against the threatened plunge of Uncle Nick's cock. Cindy's 
blue eyes darted from one leering face to the next, the alcohol in her brain 
distorting their lecherous grins. 

Where could she run to where they couldn't catch her? The naked couple 
seemed to be closing in on her, their arms like the tendrils of a giant 
octopus ready to envelope her, grab her in their clasp and choke the decency 
out of her. Even the chair she sat in was physically gluing her in place. 
She was trapped by her own weaknesses, completely at the mercy of physical 
forces holding her down. She expected to feel hot insistent hands on her 
body, holding her captive... yet no one had touched her. 

"Wh-what are you... planning to do?" she heard herself ask feebly. 
"Please... don't touch me...!" 

"Why, Cindy, there's nothing to be upset about," chuckled Uncle Nick in a 
pacifying tone. He stood beside the easy chair now and reached out to touch 
her arm in an ingratiating manner. "You're letting your imagination run away 
with you, my dear." 

"D-don't you dare touch me," the terrified young wife groaned, cringing from 
the older man's fingers, a shrinking tremor surging through her flesh. 
"Karen... do something! Please make him stop touching me! 

Karen smiled a crooked smile. "Honey," she cooed, "it's too late. You like 
cock as much as I do, only you've never let yourself really get off. I want 
to see Uncle Nick fuck you until your guts turn to pudding!" 

Fuck her?! Karen's brutal obscenity burned through Cindy's tissue paper 
mind, and the full impact of letting this randy old goat make love to her 
suddenly hit her like a fist in the stomach. She could never allow that to 
happen and live with herself! "Noooo!" she shrieked, terrified. She wouldn't 
have been more panicked if they'd held a knife to her throat. 

As if on springs she leapt from the chair. She must get out of this evil 
house and away from these evil people! 

"Noooo!" came her final plea for freedom, her body and drunken mind 
cooperating in one last burst for freedom as she sprang for the kitchen 
doorway. 

How could Dirk allow this to happen to her? 

* * * 

The snow began deepening, drifting, and with it Dirk's temperament iced. The 
jealous outburst from his brother added a fillip of authenticity to Cindy's 
confession of seeing and hearing Karen and Uncle Nick discuss a plot while 
hot in the throes of embrace. That his own brother would deliberately 
approve of his wife making love to his uncle out of sheer greed ate acidly 
at Dirk's fraternal affections. At the same time a strange admixture of 
disrespect and outright jealousy for his uncle's monopoly of two ravishingly 
beautiful women made him squirm in the car seat. 

And if this trip to the city was another wild goose chase conjured up in 
Uncle Nick's demented mind for the carnal pleasure of having Karen alone for 
the night... then why in hell were they risking their necks tonight? If 
George skidded off the road and into the ditch, it would be morning before 
their frozen bodies would be discovered. And for what? 

His thoughts turned to his blonde headed wife, focusing on her responses to 
the incestuous goings-on taking place in Uncle Nick's cottage. With a gloved 
hand he wiped clear the vapor and stared out the window at the frozen 
terrain. He could imagine Cindy locking herself in the bedroom, seething and 
hot tempered over the indecency of it all. Some women, he realized in a 
burst of understanding, were just too damned decent... and Cindy had a habit 
of speaking her thoughts--loudly. 

Dirk cringed, envisioning Uncle Nick's angered response at being interrupted 
in the middle of a roll in the sack with Karen. Good bye inheritance. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Cindy's staggering lunge was a hysterical reaction of a half-crazed woman. 
Her blue eyes rolled like cats-eye marbles in her head and her legs wobbled 
as if made of silly putty. Still she possessed the strength of a charging 
bull as she crashed toward the door. 

"Get her!" barked the old man, darting after the escapee and in haste, 
tripped over the Persian carpet. His body splatted on the floor, but not 
before one claw-like hand grab- bed the hem of Cindy's dress and ripped the 
wool shirt until it hung tail-like from the bodice. 

"Let me go! Let me go\" she screamed, grabbing onto the door jam and trying 
to pull free while the skirt ripped inch by inch. Tears were streaming from 
her terror-struck eyes. "Oh, don't do this to me... let me go!" 

Uncle Nick, having rose to his knees, clasped one age-spotted hand around 
his nephew's wife stockinged ankle and held tight. 

"Help me, Karen! Help me get away!" she yelped, writhing vainly in his 
taloned grip, trying to kick at the old man's belly with the other foot. 
Gritting her teeth, Cindy managed one jab in Uncle Nick's soft belly. His 
hand fell free of her ankle and sprinting through the kitchen door, she made 
for the basement. 

"Come here you little bitch! Get her, Karen! Get her!" the old man bellowed, 
grabbing at his stomach with one hand and giving silent thanks that her high 
heeled shoe hadn't hit four inches lower. He saw a rush of movement to the 
side, en two stockinged legs scissoring past him and through the door. By 
the time he had risen to his knees, the panther-bodied Karen had jumped on 
her prey and the two women were writhing on the kitchen floor. 

Uncle Nick quickly forgot the pain in his gut, his attention now riveted on 
the salacious sight of the sisters-in-law writhing on the kitchen floor, 
knocking over chairs and pulling at each other's hair. Good Christ, he 
thought, reaching down to pump at his bloated cock... this is going to be 
one hell of a night. In the next moment the flurry of arms and legs quieted 
except for a barrage of name calling. Karen had pinned Cindy down spread 
eagled on the floor. Straddling the blonde's ribcage, gartered legs spread 
wide, Karen pinned Cindy's arms, holding her immobile. One of Karen's 
brassiere straps had ripped and a ripely swollen breast dangled like ripe 
fruit above the squirming Cindy's head. The sight of that strawberry nipple 
was enticing, but not nearly as salaciously mouthwatering as the sight of 
Karen's pouting pussy steaming inches from Cindy's screaming mouth. It put 
ideas into the old man's head. 

"By Jesus," he grinned and stroked his goatee. "I've got an idea!" 

Cindy was kicking and squirming from side to side, trying to build up the 
momentum to wiggle out from under the fleshy trap of her sister-in-law's 
body, but Karen's superior strength held her in a tight grip. As Uncle Nick 
walked nakedly into the kitchen he heard the exchange of angry voices. 

"You think it's over," spat Karen insidiously, "but it's just started." Her 
chest heaved with each breath. "Before this night's over, honey, you're 
going to be screwed from every end. He might even stick it up your nose!" 

"Stop! Let me up... you... you whore?' Then Cindy's neck tore to the side 
and fear blanched eyes took in the towering figure of a hairy paunchy belly 
and a hand pumping at a swollen penis. 

Uncle Nick's eyes devoured with glee the salacious sight of Cindy's long 
tapering thighs and torn stockings. Her dress was well up her thighs. She 
could feel the cool draft play over the sex moistened band of her panties 
and knew intuitively that was the object of Uncle Nick's evil intentions. 
She closed her eyes tight, squeezing out a scalding tear, deliberately 
turning her head to shut out the shameful view of Karen's pouting mound of 
Venus inches from her face. With each heaving intake of breath she could 
smell the woman's sex, nearly taste it, so strong was it. Little black 
tendrils of pussy hair were peeking out around the elastic leg band of her 
panties. That and the swollen mammary gland gangling like succulent fruit 
begging to be plucked made her squirm in shame. Cindy had never felt so 
humiliated or defenseless in her life! Their taunting was too much; she 
relented to open weeping, realizing the futility of her struggles. 

"Please... " she gasped pleadingly. "I won't tell anybody. Just let me go!" 

"As she told you, it's too late," retorted Uncle Nick with a cold, cruel 
smirk. 

Cindy stared wildly around her with watery vision, shocked speechless with 
horror. She couldn't believe that her husband's uncle could be so cruel. She 
had thought of him as a dirty old man... but he was far worse than that. He 
was a cruel, calculating, sadistic satyr who played with people's emotions 
and lives for the sheer joy of seeing another human being squirm. Why hadn't 
she left with Dirk and left these animals to mate in private? Let George and 
Karen have the money. She wanted out and her good name! 

"You can let her up now, Karen. I think she'll play our game now." And then 
to Cindy: "You will let us see your naked tits, won't you, Cindy?" 

"Ohhhhh, you... " Cindy's chin quivered. 

Together Uncle Nick and Karen pulled the terrified but emotionally charged 
blonde sister-in-law over to the sofa and lay her down along its soft 
cushions. Then the uncle started pulling her knees apart so he could slide 
his hand up under her wool skirt. Cindy spasmed with a deep, gurgling 
wretchedness in her throat as she felt his lascivious fingers creep along 
the tender flesh of her inner thighs and pluck lecherously at her thin white 
panties. She moaned out her humiliation and dread, then groaned in despair 
and shame as he began to prod and stroke along her panty's passion-soaked 
band, following the pouting folds of pussy flesh along her vaginal crevice. 

"See, you are ready. You're soaking wet down there!" 

Cindy screamed and thrashed, trying to pull free of the wretched twosome. 

"Go ahead and scream, bitch... " snickered Karen, easily holding her down. 
"There's nobody but the cat here to hear!" 

Cindy's body and mind, a swirling maze of martinis and torment, had lost the 
strength to protest as she felt her sister-in-law and her husband's uncle 
unbutton her dress and slip it from around her shoulders. Karen's warm hand 
slipped under her back and unsnapped her brassiere, exposing her ripely 
quivering breasts to their lusting gazes, and she heard Uncle Nick groan in 
appreciation as he leered over her trembling nakedness. Then a surging heat 
inundated her cunt and expanded in her breasts as her dress was ripped from 
around her thighs. The old man snagged his fingers in the elastic waistband 
of her nylon panties high up under her lace garter belt, dragging the flimsy 
material down over her fear-struck hips and legs, leaving her without even 
that vestige of protection. 

The goateed man loomed over her possessively, victoriously, running his 
hands reverently over her straining young breasts, her belly, her stockinged 
thighs, up and down her nudity with eager caresses. His incestuous passion 
heightened as he watched the contrast of his liver-spotted fingers moving 
over the firm, creaminess of his nephew's wife's cringing body. He'd never 
seen a female as pure and gorgeous as this one. His sperm heavy balls 
throbbed and ached like two loads of cement between his pudgy thighs and the 
mere sight of her beauty was almost enough to forgive her the sin of having 
kicked him in the stomach. He longed to thrust his cock into her hot little 
cunt... but not yet. 

The salacious plotter held himself back, purposely torturing himself for the 
moment in anticipation of when he would skewer his cock deep up between the 
full pink lips of her twitching vaginal opening. She was still too proud, 
too haughty; he wanted to feel her twisting and writhing beneath him, 
needing him more than he needed her. That would be the ultimate triumph over 
her snobbery: seeing her horrified and repulsed by the sight of his fat old 
cock, suddenly losing all control of herself, forgetting who and what she 
was and waiting to be fucked until she couldn't walk. 

Karen needed a bit of that demeaning treatment too. He was beginning to 
sense an arrogance in her attitude, a desire to control his cravings. That 
would never do. Might as well bring them down together, he chuckled lewdly 
to himself. He would force the brunette bitch to grovel in masochistic 
submission until both women admitted his mastery over them. 

That sadistic thought raced through his loins like lightning, and his 
lifetime of cunning burned with ideas on how best to lower them to the same 
level of subjugation. 

After a pause, he said: "All right, you two, it's time you girls made up. 
You Karen, crawl up over Cindy with your cunt above her face!" 

Cindy gasped, her ears burning from the perverted suggestion rolling from 
the old man's smirking mouth. "Noooooo... never!" she wailed. "You could 
kill me and I'd never let her do that to me!" 

Even Karen was appalled at the degenerate demand. "But Nick... you never 
mentioned... that! I'm not a lesbian!" 

"You are now, or the deal's off," he said with malicious glee, his erectly 
pulsing cock thrusting straight out from his salt and pepper loins while his 
fingers fondled his swollen, heavy sac of testicles. 

Karen stared the old man in the eye through her slitted ones. "Then keep 
your money, you fat old bastard... because I'm not going down on her!" 

Whack! His hand slapped across Karen's cheeks. Cindy had never witnessed 
Uncle Nick in an angry mood, but she did now. He was screaming at Karen, his 
cheeks flushing as his blood pressure soared. "You slut! Don't you ever talk 
to me that way!" 

Karen's head jerked to the side so hard from the stinging blow that Cindy 
was afraid he'd broken her neck. The insulted brunette started to pull free 
from the sofa, but Uncle Nick caught her by the hair. "You said you wanted 
to see me fuck her until her guts turned to pudding... well, I want to see 
you lick her cunt... now lick!" His fingers were entwined in her hair so 
tightly that Karen's facial skin was pulled tight. She winced and cried, 
finally falling to her knees in a flurry of four-letter expletives and pain. 
She knee walked to the side, and interpreting the movement as another dash 
for freedom, he grabbed her hair tighter and whacked her across the other 
cheek. 

"Are you going to suck her cunt or do I have to get nasty with you?" he 
added with a hoarse snarl. 

Cindy had lain motionless and terrified from the horrible threats both of 
them had been making... but this last--the command to make love with another 
woman--was beyond belief. She had seen Uncle Nick's vile treatment of Karen, 
his accomplice, and knew she was in for the same treatment. Without 
considering the consequences, she tried to scramble from the couch. She 
lifted one leg just as Uncle Nick turned back to her and, abruptly kicking 
out in terror, she landed her foot heavily in his belly. Caught by surprise, 
the old man windmilled his arms to keep his balance. 

"That was a stupid move, Cindy. That's twice now. You'll pay for it later... 
I promise you that!" No smile on the man's face this time. 

He came toward her in a fit of fury and Cindy shrank back on the couch, her 
terror-stricken heart leaping up to her throat to silence the cry building 
there. She stared into his beady fire-lit blue eyes iced with lust and knew 
that he was out to get her. The joke had turned sour; he wouldn't hurt her 
with words this time. Hers would surely be a physical punishment. Gnawing 
fear gripped her stomach as he reached out for her, and she tried to stiffen 
her body as he twisted her arm and yanked her over on her stomach. One hand 
reached down for something on the floor and as he held her in a painful 
half-Nelson, she saw the leather strip of his belt sing through the air. - 
"Ahhhhh!" The belt came down hard against Cindy's defenselessly trembling 
white buttocks. The flat smack of leather against skin echoed throughout the 
living room. "Nooooooo!" she cried out, whimpering against the searing 
sensation that seemed to cut all the way to the bone. 

Two, three, four times, the belt rifled through the air, followed by 
screams, each time louder and hurting deeper as she felt the bloodless welts 
rising on her unblemished skin. 

"Ohhhhh! Aggghh! No more... no more!" It felt like knives cutting into her 
tender flesh as he spanked her without mercy or chagrin, and she knew that 
if he didn't stop she would faint. She had to make him stop! 

"No... please... I'll do anything! Anything! Just stop!" 

"Say 'I want to suck cunt'," the evil minded uncle bellowed. 

Cindy swallowed dryly. "I... I want t-to s-suck cunt!" The words spat from 
her mouth without hesitation. 

Sitting on the floor, rubbing her cheek and sobbing, Karen stared bug-eyed 
at the beating her sister-in-law was receiving and felt a tinge of pitied 
empathy for the woman. With each blow she rubbed her cheek a bit harder, 
knowing that the pain she had felt from the man's striking hand was nothing 
compared to the sting of leather across the buttocks. Emotionally Karen 
shared the torment of squirming there on her stomach feeling more naked and 
ashamed than she had ever felt in her life. To share empathy as a woman was 
one thing, but to share it as a sister-in-law vying for a money prize was 
quite another. 

Slowly a smirk grew on her pouting lips, sparked by the sadistic spectacle 
of watching the blonde haired Miss Purity punished at the end of the belt, 
and Karen's belly churned with a charge of sensual excitement. It aroused 
her to see Cindy plead for mercy, aroused her almost as much as sucking 
Uncle Nick's cock had. 

"Tell Karen you want to suck her cunt!" ordered Uncle Nick acidly. 

"Agggghhhhh!" Cindy screamed as the belt burned her ass cheeks like liquid 
fire. "I want to suck your cunt... I want to suck your cunt! Make love to 
me... anything... just stop this! Ahhhhh... " 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"It's about time you came to your senses," growled Uncle Nick, straightening 
and tossing his belt aside. I swear if you don't start doing what I want, 
nobody's going to get that money." 

Karen's lower lip quivered and she sniffed, then wiping her nose with the 
back of her hand, knee-walked over to the sofa where the cringing blonde lay 
staring up at her tormentor, then in horror down at her sister-in-law 
crawling ever closer, one breast torn free. "W-what do you want me to do, 
Uncle Nick?" she asked compliantly. 

"Get up there on the sofa and start rubbing your cunt against her nose for 
starters." 

The piteously sobbing Cindy lay cringing on the sofa, her ass cheeks a mass 
of burning pain, her naked flesh twitching. Nothing remained but shameful 
surrender. 

Karen swallowed thickly as she studied the lush young woman waiting for her 
in whimpering submission. Her eyes moved across Cindy's shoulders, then 
slowly around her upthrust breasts and hardened little nipples. Men were 
masterful, thought Karen, with their hard muscled bodies and harder cocks... 
but Cindy was an Aphrodite carved of ivory marble... yet she could tell from 
the little goosebumps freckling her sister-in-law's body that she would be 
all peaches and creamy smooth. How would it feel to run her fingertips over 
the magic velvet up between her thighs? 

Cindy's blonde fringed vagina was almost inviting in its naked exposure, and 
the scent of her love juices seemed to tease the air. As much as she was 
repulsed by the idea of touching her adversary's body, she was beginning to 
feel attracted to the flushed cuntal lips. Her own breasts were beginning to 
throb to the idea of kissing that wetly offered pussy. 

"Come on... get on with it!" barked Uncle Nick. 

Karen moved closer to the sofa, paused with uncertainty, and then 
impulsively reached down with a hesitant hand to gently caress Cindy's left 
breast. Slowly she squeezed the warm swelling mound, feeling her 
sister-in-law tense in momentary shock at this indignity and try to pull 
away. Yet she could feel the nipple stiffen and swell under her massaging 
touch, and heard the low mewl as Cindy slowly relaxed against her arm. 

"Get your ass up there!" 

"Yes, Uncle Nick," sighed Karen with a smile. 

Cindy thought she might be sick as she watched Karen crawl along the sofa on 
all fours like a preying panther. Not for a minute had she really believed 
Karen would willingly comply to Uncle Nick's demands. Then she watched in 
icy horror as Karen opened her legs to straddle her breasts, positioning her 
full round buttocks directly over her face, knees pressed tightly to her 
sides. Staring straight upward through disbelieving eyes, Cindy could see 
the fleshy split of the woman's throbbing pink slit from the tiny pouting 
ring of her anus to the fleshy folds of her wetly gleaming pussy. When had 
Karen taken off her panties, wondered Cindy, wanting to disappear into the 
sofa. 

Karen was anxious to make amends with Uncle Nick. "I'm going to like this," 
she said, licking her lips and staring down at Cindy's trembling thighs. The 
moist pink crevice of her cringing vagina was presented up to her hungry 
gaze in abject sacrifice. Slowly she placed her palms flat against the sleek 
in-sides of Cindy's legs and used her thumbs to part the wetly gleaming 
flesh and expose the throbbing mouth of Cindy's cunt. With a whimper of 
desire Karen dropped her head and buried her tongue deep inside the warmly 
perfumed walls of Cindy's golden fleeced vagina. 

"Noooooooo! Karennnnnnn! No, don't do that... not down there!" Her head was 
still raised off the cushion, and she watched in stupefied horror as Karen's 
face rocked between her thighs. A soul searing moan escaped from deep within 
her tormented chest, her naked buttocks grinding despairingly down into the 
cushions as she tried to evade the salacious assault. 

"Oh, please, don't Karen," she mewled, forgetting that moments before she 
had cried for Karen to do this very thing. In answer Karen hummed with 
pleasure and stabbed her hot tongue deep into her sister-in-law's vaginal 
slit. 

Tiny goosebumps rippled across Cindy's heaving breasts, tears of shame 
welling up in her eyes as she listened to the lewd wet sucking noises being 
made between her wide-stretched legs. Yet in spite of her humiliation and 
revulsion, her buttocks jerked back involuntarily as spasms of carnal 
pleasure coursed through her raw lustful nerve endings. 

Cindy clenched her eyes shut and tried to fantasize this was Dirk slobbering 
away down in the private flesh of her cunt. He had wanted to and she had 
pushed him away... how she regretted that now! Yet in spite of her 
humiliation and revulsion, her buttocks jerked back involuntarily as spasms 
of carnal pleasure sizzled through her raw nerve endings. 

"God, I want to die... " moaned Cindy, tears stinging her eyes. Her love 
starved body was slowly deserting her. It was beginning to feel good... too 
good. The blonde wife clenched her teeth tightly together and fought against 
the flaming sparks of desire which threatened to incinerate her drunken, 
helpless soul. But it was a losing battle as Karen tongue fucked and licked 
at her naked wet cunt. 

The brunette seductress insinuated her pink tongue deeper up into the hot 
quivering hold of Cindy's pink pussy. She could feel the silken pubic hairs 
grazing tantalizingly against the tip of her nose and sides of her cheeks as 
the blonde ground her buttocks in unwilling rhythm. It was delicious. 
Cindy's cunt was all cream inside. Karen's taste buds screamed with erotic 
pleasure. 

Somehow she'd always been afraid of sucking another woman's vagina, and only 
moments before Uncle Nick had slapped her for denying herself this pleasure. 
The old fart might think he was degrading her by forcing her into this 
lesbian act... but how wrong he was! She wanted to lick pussy, lusted to 
tongue Cindy into erotic defeat just as she loved sucking Uncle Nick's cock! 
God, it felt good to be a liberated woman! 

Cindy squirmed and bucked under the maddening torture of Karen's wildly 
flicking tongue and sucking lips until she thought her heart might pound 
right out of her chest! Between her thighs was one mass of burning wet 
sensitivity, growing increasingly intense with every second, spiraling up 
until it threatened to devour every inch of her heated flesh. She rolled her 
head from side to side, imprisoned between the flexing thighs of the 
hunching woman, and stared deliriously up at the tendrils of dark pubic hair 
and moistly swollen ragged pussy lips hovering musky inches from her face. 

Cindy's mesmerized state ended with a whack across the back from Uncle Nick. 
"I said suck cock... that means both of you!" he bellowed. 

Cindy swallowed hard. She couldn't do it. She thought she might be sick, yet 
the threat of Uncle Nick's belt across the buttocks was stimulus enough. 
Closing her eyes to shut out the sight of Karen's seething genitals, Cindy 
tentatively brushed her fingers over Karen's soft stomach and saw the 
reaction it brought. Karen began to mewl, little drops of clear lubrications 
moistening the ragged lips of the brunette's vagina. That a simple touch in 
the right place could produce such an obvious reaction aroused Cindy's 
curiosity. 

For the first time, she began thinking of this woman's body as an entity 
akin to her own. Karen's skin felt warm and smooth-- satiny compared to a 
man's. Tentatively she gently stroked Karen's firmly rounded thighs and 
buttocks. She was instantly rewarded with a muffled sob for more, just as 
Karen kissed the tingling bud of her clitoris, nipping with her teeth to 
send the nerve ending into full, throbbing erection. A bolt of erotic 
delight surged through Cindy such as she had never experienced before. She 
arched her back, straining against her sister-in-law's mouth, trying to mash 
her cunt against the mouth that was driving her crazy! It was too much for 
her drunken mind to handle, too much for her starving libido to deny. The 
sucking mouth and lips on her shamelessly aroused vaginal flesh were 
sweeping her away in mind-blanking ecstasy. 

Karen knew she had won, and that victory spurred her on. Her panther-like 
body rippled with carnal desire as she threw herself into this new-found 
perversion, clutching Cindy's ivory buttocks with grasping fingers, tangling 
her voracious tongue into the golden fleece of pubic hair. She tasted the 
musk of tender pussy flesh and cuntal secretions and felt her own body swell 
with a sexual hunger too volatile to quell. 

"Oh, Christ this is fantastic!" tittered the older man. "Suck her cunt, 
Cindy... thatta girl... suck Karen's cunt!" 

I can't... I can't! Cindy's tortured mind screamed. When she didn't comply 
immediately, she caught out of the corner of her eye the hairy half moons of 
Uncle Nick's buttocks as bending over, he reached for the belt. Not the 
belt... anything but the belt! Hating herself for doing it, she timidly 
pressed her tongue and lips up into the warm cleft of Karen's wetly 
quivering cunt. Cindy's nostrils flared from the musky scent of the woman. 
Beside her she could sense Uncle Nick watching her performance, his hand 
pumping the meaty cudgel of his cock a blur of motion. 

In a flash of fear Cindy buried her head slavishly up between the gently 
trembling thighs, surrendering the last of her defiance, and tasted the 
frothing velvet of her whorish sister-in-law's cunt. 

"Ohhhh... unnngggg... so goooood... " she heard Karen cry in a tiny, muffled 
voice. "Don't stop! Don't stop!" 

The last thing Cindy wanted to do was to please Karen; she groaned to 
herself in humiliation. Guilt and shame surged through her for a fleeting 
moment while she kissed and tongued the petals of Karen's cunt out of the 
fear of being beaten. Her drunken imagination could have fooled her senses 
and conjured up images of sucking a juicy, exotic fruit, a shellfish... were 
it not for the taste. The piquant love juices caused Cindy's mouth to water, 
her nostrils to flare, her carnal urges to stampede straight down to her own 
flowering pussy being expertly sucked and licked by her sister-in-law. 

Uncontrollably, Cindy licked wetly gleaming trails of desire all the way 
from Karen's tiny anus to her hardened clitoris, taunting the elastic 
vaginal entrance with her stabbing tongue as if it were a penis. She screwed 
her buttocks in small grinding circles so she could feel all of the wicked 
oral rape of her hopelessly sizzling flesh shuddering with shameful delight 
as the lesbian above her teased every buttery inch of her nerve tingling 
flesh. God, she was seeing heaven! 

Cindy's body jolted from the electrical eroticism sparking through it, 
piercing through her blood and bones and numbing her fingers and toes. 
Drunkenly she revelled in those pleasures, groveling in their perverted 
wickedness as she tried to reach a mind-shattering orgasm. 

Uncle Nick could sense that Cindy was about ready to cum from the wild 
thrashing of her body. He knew it was time to ram home his loggerhead penis 
up into her innocent little belly. He longed to feel her tight young pussy 
throbbing around him when she reached that elusive climax, and wanted to 
explode inside her young white belly while her cunt clasped him 
possessively. He lusted to fill her full of his heated sperm until she would 
never forget this night for as long as she lived. He'd give her an 
inheritance, all right! 

"Make room for Uncle!" he shouted, elbowing the still slaving Karen from her 
hunched over position. 

Karen raised her face and grinned obscenely at her husband's uncle. Her 
mouth and cheeks were glistening from her saliva 'and Cindy's sexual juices. 
She wriggled her buttocks down hard against Cindy's wildly licking face, 
feeling Cindy's wiggling tongue slide all the way up her belly and over her 
milky breasts. 

"Oh... I don't want to stop now," she pouted. Her cunt was on fire with the 
need to cum. 

"I said get off, dammit!" 

Reluctantly Karen moved from the couch, jealous that Cindy was going to get 
the old man's cock when it was she, Karen, who'd sucked it to erection. She 
knelt down beside her woman lover and hissed. "Tell Uncle Nick what you 
want, Cindy... " she goaded. 

Cindy sobbed and whimpered in utter humiliation. These two were tormenting 
her soul beyond repair. She'd been so close, so close to cumming, but she 
couldn't beg the old man for favors. "No... " 

"Be a good girl and tell me or I'll shove my prick in your mouth!" snapped 
the old man, clambering heavily down onto the couch between her legs. "I 
want to hear you beg!" 

Cindy groaned in anguish, almost delirious from the sucking of her pussy and 
wickedness of sucking Karen's in return. She clenched her teeth together, 
denying them the pleasure of torment. Yet... even while she fought her 
sanity, the sexual need to orgasm was greater than her pride and little 
mewlings poured from her parted lips. Soul consuming flames of lust and 
desire burned up from her hungrily twitching cunt, and the fight was too 
great for her. 

"Okay," she sniffed. "Do ittt... " she babbled frantically. 

"It?" sneered Karen. "What's it?" 

Uncle Nick grinned down from where he squatted on his knees between Cindy's 
wide splayed thighs. 

"F-fuck me... just fuck me!" Cindy's tormented soul shuddered under the lash 
of self defilement. But she needed release or she would die! 

The final shards of decency and marital vows dissolved into dust as Cindy 
felt her ankles grasped by the old man's clammy hands. She groaned at the 
force of his grip, and looked up through narrow, lust smoked eyes at the 
flushed, jowled face leering down from between her uptilted legs. Cindy lay 
immobile while he raised her legs higher off the couch and forced them back 
over her head, pressing her toes into the cushions on either side of her 
head. Her tortured body was nearly bent double, the pain in her straining 
muscles almost unbearable. The glistening, flat plane of her moistly sucked 
pussy was offered up to the old man on the incestuous platter of indecency 
as he hovered over her in a push-up position, his hands holding her ankles 
to the couch. 

Cindy thought she would die of disgrace, yet the seething frustration in her 
cunt would allow for no self pity. She rolled her blonde head from side to 
side, tears of frustration and indecision streaming down her satin cheeks as 
she gawked at his long thick penis aiming directly for her helplessly 
exposed vagina. 

This was it... Cynthia Anne Wellington was about to be incestuously raped by 
a man old enough to be her father! 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"You haven't said a word in the last two miles," George said to his brother 
sitting next to him on the cold plastic car seat. "What's eatin' you up?" 

A sense of bitter injustice and cold-blooded deceit could be read on Dirk's 
taciturn features. Slowly he turned a frozen profile full-face. "What's 
there to talk about? You've sealed up the executorship. I never thought you 
capable of having your own wife seduce Uncle Nick... that's a damned cheap 
shot... after all I've done to help you out!" 

"Wait a minute." The words came in measured stabs at defense. "Sure... blame 
it on George, the fuck-up. You've never lost a thing in your life." Years of 
living in the shadow of a successful brother broke in bitter sobs from 
George's chest. 

"Quit feeling sorry for yourself," returned Dirk unsympathetically. "You've 
evened the score this time... " He drew a deep, quelling breath, staring 
unblinkingly at the laboring windshield wiper. "Let's quit playing games. 
You think I don't know that if Karen sleeps with Uncle Nick you'll get the 
bigger piece of the pie. You think you can play your cheap games behind my 
back? No way, brother... no more for me." Not only had his wife betrayed his 
desires, his needs, but now his own brother, the man he had saved from 
tragedy was playing with his emotions. A totally thankless lot, the two of 
them. 

Behind the driver's wheel the younger brother shook with inner rage. "You 
wanna go back... we'll go back and ask Uncle Nick yourself. Hell, ask Karen, 
I don't care!" Even though the odds against Dirk's accusation rang of truth, 
he felt the stinging need to defend his wife even though the painful 
awareness of his wife's flippant amours burst like a festering boil within 
him. Through the blinding curtain of snow he could envision her sleek body 
slinking around Uncle Nick, thrusting out her garter belted hips... Oh, how 
the woman loved to wear teasing garter belts to accentuate her long, slender 
thighs-loved to prance around in high heels and stockings and those nothing 
bras of lace that pushed her melonous breasts out in a deep warm cleavage. A 
pain, like the thrust of a knife, jabbed at his loins in a stabbing reminder 
that those joys could very well belong to his own uncle. His drunken mind 
flashed in red letters: I-N-C-E-S-TH! 

As if trying to choke it, his gloved fingers clasped around the steering 
wheel's hard coldness. He wished it was Karen's neck he was squeezing. The 
rotten bitch was putting the whole family in an uproar. Certainly Uncle Nick 
wouldn't be fool enough to fall for her whorish games; the old man might be 
a lustful old goat, but he was no fool. 

"Shit... " grumbled George to himself, jamming on the brakes and like a 
boomerang, sent the vehicle into a semi-circular spin, the silver nose 
heading back to the Vermont cottage. "I had 'nough of this shit...!" 

* * * 

Uncle Nick grinned lewdly, and dropped heavily down on the nubile wife of 
his nephew, twisting erotically beneath him. With a grunt, his fleshy 
erection speared savagely up between her wide-spread pussy lips and into the 
heart of her waiting belly, pushing the soft warm folds before its cruelly 
invading head. 

The rubbery hotness of Uncle Nick's incestuous cock head tearing into 
Cindy's cunt felt horrible yet wonderful at the same time. A great thirst 
within her was being slowly quenched, and with promise this time. Her face 
contorted and the initial whines of pleading transformed to whimpering 
pleadings to be taken against her will, to be torn apart, to be ruined 
forever by the heavily panting man fucking so diabolically into her. She 
wanted to be brutally mauled for having become a shameless slut... for 
having chosen the devil's pathway instead of decency! 

Cindy ran the tip of her tongue over her dry, chapped lips, tasting against 
the piquant juices of her sister-in-law's sex. She flailed her head from 
side to side, alcohol dimming the memory of marriage and Dirk. She wanted to 
be savagely raped until he shot off his hot white cum to fill her womb... 
she was lost to sensation, to incestuous sensation! 

"Hot damn, would you look at the bitch climb your prick!" Karen was ogling 
the heaving blonde woman. "My God, I never would have believed it!" 

"Tender and tight... damn near virgin," groaned the old man as he surged and 
thrust his penis into her firmly clasping cunt. "I just might fuck her to 
death!" 

Karen threw back her raven head and laughed. 

The defiling obscenities only came through Cindy's haze dimly and she became 
something inhuman as she pumped up against the old man's flabby chest, naked 
flesh smacking against naked flesh. She glanced up into his satyr-like face 
and felt a thrill of the unforbidden that frightened her; she tried to push 
him away, but he only fucked her harder. 

Uncle Nick slipped his hands beneath her nakedly churning buttocks and 
raised them still further on his straining hardness. Cindy moaned 
incoherently and wound her warm, smooth legs around his back and the velvet 
walls of her pussy clasped his rigidly pumping cock until she could feel 
every inch of his hot sliding shaft. She was insane, surrendering to this 
brutal rape. 

"If only her namby-pamby husband could see his wife now!" Karen gasped. 
Through crazed, flickering eyes Cindy saw the worse than naked brunette 
lying on the floor beside them, the woman's eyes feasting on the close-up of 
Uncle Nick's rock hard penis screwing into her desperately sucking cunt. 
Cindy had her legs spread wide and her ankles locked high above Uncle Nick's 
straining shoulder blades. Her full pubic area was widely exposed to Karen, 
from clitoris to anus, the stretched vaginal slit inflamed and glistening. 

Karen, aroused beyond control, began to masturbate. Her fingers plunged 
noisily and out of her gaping cunt as she struggled for breath, her face six 
aromatic inches from the carnal drubbing of penis into vagina. "Fuck her... 
ram it to her, Uncle Nick!" The wetly squelching sounds of masturbation 
reached Uncle Nick's ears and incited beyond control, he was whipped to 
harder noisy thrusts by the excitation of imagining an incestuous menage a 
trois. Confident that he could drive Cindy to such excesses by the use of 
physical brutality, he chose the thorny path of trickery. He glanced down at 
Cindy's beatific, scrunched up features and decided she was enjoying his 
forceful lovemaking too much. Drawing a deep breath, he pulled the 
mushroomed cock head down to the mouth of her lust inflamed cunt and held 
the fleshy stalk quietly, like some little rodent peeking its head into a 
hole. 

Ideas were piling up in Uncle Nick's lecherous brain and though his balls 
ached with the temptation to thunder his cock against her cervix, he levered 
himself up above her squirming body and held himself immobile. 

Cindy was baffled. "Why... what's wrong?" She squirmed her hips as if on 
ball bearings and clutched onto his hairy arms with squeezing fingers. Down 
between her legs, she was a hot bed of smouldering desire. 

"I... I decided I can't do this to you, Cindy my dear," rasped the older 
man, hiding a smirk behind a guilt-ridden downcast expression. 

"But... you already have!" wailed Cindy. 

"It was stupid of me... I never should have started making passes at you. 
I'm terribly ashamed of myself." He sounded like a petulant child. Inside of 
Cindy's belly her velveteen cuntal muscles massaged his bloated penis 
tantalizingly; it was all he could do to keep from shoving it right up to 
her tonsils. 

"But... " Cindy rammed her hips upward, forcing Uncle Nick an inch deeper 
inside her pussy, then wiggled her hips from side to side. 

Uncle Nick tutted and shook his head. "My dear girl, what would your husband 
think if he knew about this... that I should want to make love to his very 
wife. Why... why that would be like Dirk wanting to make love to Karen!" He 
gritted his teeth, feeling his penis swell another blood-bloated inch within 
the juicy hole of Cindy's cunt. Glancing down into her blanched face, he 
stared into the pale blue eyes glassy and reflective of dammed up sexual 
longing. 

Cindy's pearly teeth clamped over her pouty lower lip and her painted 
fingertips dug into Uncle Nick's hairy forearms like a drowning person 
holding to a raft. Her marbly eyes rolled over to see Karen finger herself 
furiously, the swollen folds of her pussy lips red and full from earlier 
lesbian teasing; her slanted nostrils flared from the musky scent of another 
woman's heat. In a subconscious, compromising gesture, she ran her tongue 
over her lips, tasting Karen's love juices and delighting in the reminiscent 
sweetness as if it were a crumb of pastry. She had to be filled, had to be 
satisfied ., . had to be loved! Oh, dear God, what had these two people done 
to her soul? 

"It would... it would be just like Dirk wanting to make love to Karen," 
continued Uncle Nick, gloating in the control over his bodily functions as 
he felt his cock fill the slickened hole of Cindy's cunt without the 
friction of thrusting. For an old man, he still had it! 

"That's no reason to... to stop!" Then Cindy let out a tortured yelp as she 
felt the meaty sausage stuffing her elastic pussy begin to free itself. 
Desperately, she rammed her hips up at Uncle Nick, regaining lost territory. 
Squirming beneath him, she slipped down the sofa until she was bent over 
like a pretzel. "Dirk wants to... to do that to Karen!" 

Uncle Nick let out a gasp of surprise, watching out of the corner of his eye 
Karen's slick female finger plunging with hungry need. "What would put that 
idea into your head, my Cindy?" 

Cindy's voice was barely recognizable to herself. "He told me... just... 
just before he left... oh, God, Uncle Nick, please fuck me," she whimpered 
tragically. 

"That is shocking news," complied Uncle Nick, stoically enduring the 
stabbing pain of swollen testicles about to explode. Karen was one hot 
number, a firecracker perpetually on the verge of a crackling explosion, but 
Cindy was a satin doll... inside and out. Her slick cunt grasped him like a 
satin fist. "Hmmm... " He rolled his icy eyes at the ceiling. 

Cindy, in a burst of honesty, cajoled, "Yes, yes he would! He already told 
me he... he would! He wouldn't care... oh, Gawd, fuck me! Fuck me in the 
cunt!" 

Uncle Nick turned his eyes to Karen. "If you're sure... but we mustn't leave 
out Karen." He paused, gloating. "Karen, wiggle that ass over here and let 
Cindy suck your cunt while I fuck her!" 

Compliantly, Karen removed her fingers hurriedly and lifted her buttocks so 
that Cindy's entire mouth could engulf her sensitive flesh. She wanted her 
sister-in-law to bring her to a spasming orgasm and her hands gripped the 
blonde's sensuously dancing breasts and squeezed the tender globes with 
sadistic strength, her brain lost in the heat of the sensations rolling from 
her vaginal crevice. 

Cindy's two centers of scorching desire drove her on. She was almost ready 
to cum and she could not stop either her mouth or pussy from sucking. Her 
belly danced with excitement and her hot walled vagina gripped around Uncle 
Nick's plunging cock like a warmly clenching fist, while his cum-filled 
testicles pounded an erotic tattoo against her nakedly upthrust buttocks. 

The hot blooded uncle dug deeper, wedging Cindy's thighs still further back, 
his lust hardened penis fucking into her with thunderous fury. Karen, the 
sucking lips of her pussy driving her to raw, naked insanity, rocked back 
and forth on the carpet and wailed, "Ohhh... I... I'm cummmminggg!" She 
jerked and twisted insanely beneath the oral licking of the wife. "Suck me 
harder, Cindeeee, suck me harder!" And then her wetly orgasming cunt spilled 
out with the juices of her climax. "Ahhhhh!" 

Uncle Nick fucked into Cindy's frantically rippling pussy, the lewd cries 
and moans egging him on with volcanic heat. Cindy cried out from the 
increasingly brutal impalement--her voice muffled--but her greedily clasping 
cunt locked down around his rutting penis and slithered up wetly to devour 
still more of the drilling, sausage-like rig. She was cumming too, and sweat 
was pouring from her flesh as she aimed mightily for the orgasm which had 
for so long evaded her... it was so close, so very close! 

"Fuck her! Oh, Uncle, fuck her hard!" she heard George's wife encourage, but 
Cindy could understand no more than the tremendous singing in her ears as 
her young body stiffened and then rose in an erupting blast of light and 
fire. "Ah! Ah! I'm cummming!" the convulsing blonde screamed out, filling 
the living room air with her screams and the honeyed scent of her exploding 
sex. She was only vaguely aware that at the same time she was being filled 
with gushes of hot molten sperm from Uncle Nick's wildly jerking cock, 
ejaculating its long-awaited release up into her belly. 

Minutes later, Cindy's shuddering climax had left her sleeping peacefully, 
her conscious euphorically filled with dreams of erotica. She stirred in her 
sleep, feeling the hulk of human warmth lift from beside her body, then 
something was spread over her nudity. Lazily she snuggled under the blanket. 

A self-satisfied smirk crossed Uncle Nick's face as he glanced down at the 
slumbering blonde whose polished fingertips draped over the edge of the sofa 
to rest on the satiny bowl of Karen's naked belly. 

The gorgeous featured brunette still wore the smile of satiation and Uncle 
Nick rightly interpreted behind that indulgent smile a flicker of greed. 

With a feeling of pride the older man hastened to the bedroom where he 
slipped into a robe and poured himself a stiff shot of brandy in a snifter. 
Bare feet padding down the hallway, he paused at the thermostat to turn it 
down and back into the living room had settled into the over stuffed chair, 
sipping at his drink contentedly, when the crunch of snow tires in the drive 
beyond brought him to an erect posture. 

"The dirty devils," he growled, pressing his nose to the glass and watching 
two hunched over figures stomp through knee-deep snow. "They defied me!" 

* * * 

The two brothers circled around to the back of the house, no words exchanged 
between them, and filed through the door, brushing snow off their shoulders 
and kicking off their boots. The icy silence between them was electrically 
tense. 

Dirk shed his coat and hung it in the foyer on a hook, feeling his ears 
pound from the rapid change in temperature. "Christ, it's hot in here," he 
mumbled, removing, too, his sweater enroute to the living room. George, 
leaning against the wall in attempt to balance himself, kicked off one boot, 
then the other. In stocking feet he followed sullenly after his brother, 
heading straight for the liquor cabinet in the living room. He felt angry 
and cheated and ready for a drink. Head lowered he stomped down the hallway 
with the force and intentions of a maddened bull. 

Hearing the ruckus from the foyer, Uncle Nick bolted from his chair, a comic 
figure dressed in bathrobe and barefooted, hairy legs too thin for a man his 
size sticking out below the him. He held a drink in his hand and an 
expression of camouflaged startlement on his age-lined face. He'd been 
caught in his own net and didn't like it one bit. 

"Good evening, nephews," he chuckled a bit nervously. "I'm surprised to see 
you back so soon." He stared at the growlish faces wearing sour expressions 
and wondered how long it would take their nostrils to sniff sex, their 
tempers to blow the roof off when George spied his wife spread eagled on the 
floor adorned in a torn brassiere, garters and ragged stockings... and Dirk, 
how would he respond when he walked around the sofa to see his naked blonde 
headed Miss Purity slumbering under the blanket slipped down to reveal one 
ruby nippled breast swollen and hot from Karen's mauling kisses! 

"He... he... " he chortled to himself, wishing he had a video tape to 
authenticate this event for time immemorial. Between his knobby knees he 
felt the tingle of lust mount anew along the hirsute flab of his inner 
thighs. "Well, boys," he said, waiting for them to make their discoveries, 
"I'm prepared to announce the executor of my will." With that revelation, 
both men locked eyes on the flushed face of their uncle. 

The game was about to end. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"My decision," began Uncle Nick, stroking his brandy snifter, "has taken a 
good deal of consideration." He addressed his nephews with his typical noble 
aire of supremacy as they stood transfixed in the living room doorway. 
"You're both good men, a hard choice, indeed... and so, realizing that the 
money will of course go to both nephew and wife, I've had to take into 
consideration the personality of each." 

A long, meaningful pause ensued, during which time Uncle Nick tipped the 
glass to his lips and took a significant mouthful, watching over the crystal 
rim as Dirk's face turned ashen and his brother's widened into a confident 
grin. 

Remembering Cindy's admission of having heard and seen Karen fling herself 
at Uncle Nick and then agreed to participate in one of his infamous plots, 
Dirk felt himself begin to tremble and his mood plummeted to the depths of 
depression. Being an honest, conscientious person brought no rewards in this 
lifetime, he thought bitterly, glancing abruptly at his brother to see his 
lips part in a complacent smirk. Seething animosity uncharacteristic of his 
educated self broke through in a gush of anger. 

Turning to George, he said through pursed lips: "Are you satisfied now? 
Using your whore wife to do your dirty work?" His normally soft voice rose 
to a thunderous roar. Grabbing his brother by the lapels he shook the 
startled hulk of a man until his teeth rattled. 

"Now, now... " cut in Uncle Nick. "The sexual proclivities of Karen have 
nothing to do with my decision... although I'd have to say the woman is one 
ripe lay." 

George flushed crimson. He stalked toward the liquor cabinet to pour himself 
a drink, passing by the sofa and letting out an injured yelp of pain. A 
bubble of alcohol-tasting bile rose in his throat, but he. swallowed it 
down, staring incredulously at his spread eagled wife snoring peacefully in 
the after throes of obvious orgasm. He could see from the flicker of 
firelight playing across the room the glistening juices of orgasm, eyed the 
torn stockings, the shameless, adulterous posture... and knew who'd been her 
playmate. 

"As I said... the woman is one ripe lay, nephew... she behaves to your 
credit." 

So he had won the executorship! He didn't know whether to beat his wife or 
hug her! 

Dirk flew into a state of indignancy. "This is abominable! This is cheap and 
disgusting... basing a decision on ,a woman's sexuality!" Lifting his chin 
nobly, he looked askance, his nostrils flaring with rage. 

"T wouldn't be so quick to judge, Dirk. Your wife came in first place." 

One could have heard a pin drop. Then a charge of motion blurred the silence 
as George pounced on his wife and shook her limp body by the shoulders. Her 
naked breast bobbed up and down like a cork in water. 

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he growled. "You fuck everything but a 
snake and the first time it makes a good god damn you blow it!" 

Lazily, Karen opened one sleepy eye and yawned, muttering incoherently. 

Something stirred on the sofa, the yelling and screaming jolting Cindy out 
of her erotic stupors; she clawed her way upright on the sofa, unconscious 
of her nudity, and turned around to rest her chin on the sofa back. "Dirk... 
" she muttered softly in a baby voice. "You're home, Dirk... "But what were 
all these people doing in their bedroom... where had he gone and why was his 
face all scrunched up and mean looking? She rubbed her eyes with the balls 
of her fists and slumped down from the effort of it all. With a supreme 
effort of will, she struggled to consciousness and, hiding under the 
blanket, listened intently The rough wool blanket was prickly against her 
flesh. Now why was that? In a burst of despair, she realized she was laying 
naked... and why. The shame and humiliation and evidence thereof was running 
down her sleek thighs, the piquant taste of her adulterous, lesbian lust 
encrusted on her lips. She wanted to wither up and die. Dirk would kill her, 
with due cause. Wiping her sniffling nose, she lifted the blanket's corner 
with one shaking hand and waited for his angered outburst. 

"You mean... you mean I got the executorship!" babbled Dirk, scratching his 
head, the color coming back to his cheeks. "Be-because of Cindy going to bed 
with you?" He threw back his head and laughed, letting out a victorious 
whoop that cut Cindy's pride to the core. 

She flew from the couch and stomped toward her husband in nude glory. "How 
could you?" she blasted. "How could you say such a thing?" 

Dirk should have slapped her silly for being a slut, should have threatened 
her with divorce. Instead he was laughing amusedly at her sexual talents... 
disbelieving that Uncle Nick could be satisfied with her performance in bed. 
What kind of greedy, insensitive bastard had she married? 

He would pay dearly for that! 

Something inside of Cindy snapped. Except for the crackling fireplace logs, 
the room was silent. Uncle Nick stood beside his chair, brandy snifter in 
hand while on the floor George and Karen sat huddled in utter disbelief at 
the radically changed sister-in-law sashaying about the living room, 
buttocks wiggling, breasts bouncing. 

"My husband," began Cindy, cupping her two warmly tingling breasts with the 
palms of her hands as if presenting them as gifts of fleshy pleasure, 
"thinks it's cute that I had incestuous sex with Uncle Nick." Her voice was 
icy but her body was hot, fire light playing orange shadows over her sheened 
bumps and curves. She experienced an oddly delightful feeling at being the 
focal point of their attention as she strutted about the room, thrusting her 
nakedly quivering mounds at the startled onlookers. 

"Why stop with Uncle Nick?" she smirked sluttishly, flinging her blonde hair 
over her naked shoulder. Eyeing George and Karen on the floor, Cindy stopped 
in front of her brother-in-law and kneeling down, squatted her haunches so 
that not only her breasts but the moistening pink slit of her pussy was open 
to his gaze. "Would you like to fuck me, George?" 

George, too startled to answer, finally let out a groan. "Yeah! Christ!" He 
smiled up at her lewdly, no longer concerned that she had beaten Karen's 
time with Uncle Nick. Somehow it seemed almost worth losing if it meant 
seeing a mind-blowing show like this. He'd never guessed that below that 
modest exterior hid a pair of breasts like those. His long thick cock was 
pounding stiffly in his pants. 

Cindy's tongue darted out to softly lick her lips again, the very thought of 
her total depravity sending more flashes of shameless arousal through her 
nakedly displayed flesh. It was obvious from Karen's expression that she was 
enjoying the carnal feast. 

"You want me, George?" She heard herself ask in a throaty purr. The whole of 
her wetly glistening pink vaginal lips were presented up for his inspection. 
To urge him on, she reached down and parted the cum-dewed petals. "Well, 
George?" 

"I... I... ah... " 

"Christ, George," exploded Uncle Nick with hoarse excitement. "Get down and 
throw her the bone! Christ, she'll probably suck Karen, too, if you ask her. 
She did an hour ago!" 

Collectively, the brothers sucked in their breath. 

George let go of his wife's shoulders and looked around him with a 
bewildered, drunken expression. Though Uncle Nick was urging him on, the 
idea of fucking his brother's wife in front of Karen seemed terribly 
obscene! Karen had no call to complain, not after what she'd obviously done 
that evening... but, Jesus, what about Dirk? 

Dirk rode the fine line of insanity, torn between ripping his hair out and 
slapping his wife silly for this abominable performance. The sight of her 
parading around naked and then parting her vaginal lips for his brother made 
him wince with acute embarrassment. Yet he hesitated. If he stopped Cindy, 
Uncle Nick would be sorely offended. There'd go the executorship, and it 
wouldn't answer the problem of Cindy. In fact, it would make her adultery 
all for naught! Dear Lord, what was a man to do? Sweat beading on his 
forehead, the humiliated husband continued to watch his wife, still held 
immobile from indecision and greed... 

Inside Cindy a fire was building that she could no longer control, and as an 
excited moan escaped her parted lips, she realized that she wanted to be 
fucked by her brother-in-law. She had already lost her husband, her self 
respect... why stop now? Already she had punished Dirk with bitter 
vengeance. She had passed the great divide of adultery. 

"Fuck me, George," hissed Cindy passionately through her teeth. Her 
outstretched middle finger slipped down between the soft honey curls of her 
pussy and slightly parted her fleshy vaginal lips. Her eyes rolling in 
heated desire, she began to slide her finger up and down the wetly throbbing 
crevice of her cunt. "God, what do I have to do to make a man of you?" 

"If you don't, damn it, I will!" chortled Uncle Nick, tearing at his robe's 
belt. 

That's all it took for George. Snapping to his feet, he beat his uncle in 
the race to nudity, and stood naked, his thick penis spearing out from his 
belly like a tree trunk. "I'm bringing home the meat, baby, don't move!" 

Cindy mewled passionately at him with tears of anticipation blurring her 
vision. "Gawd," she gaped appreciatively at his loins. 

The vision of his wife shamefully seducing his brother was too much for 
Dirk. "Stop this, Cindy!" he bellowed. "Stop making an ass of yourself!" 

Cindy's blonde head snapped in his direction. "You can't stop me, Dirk 
Wellington! Why should you? I'm just bartered goods to you... like, like a 
load of cement, a steel crane." 

"Shuddup, Dirk!" Uncle Nick yelled, all of his jowls and naked paunch 
wobbling threateningly. "Let her have her way!" 

"No!" Dirk clamped his hands over his ears. 

"Yeah, shuddup, executor!" George sneered down at his brother. 

The Wellington brother's blood nearly iced from the sound of the title. It 
sounded obscene, a terrible reminder of the vicious hold Uncle Nick had on 
him in the name of money. Slowly, he sank into the nearest chair, feeling an 
odd tingling in his own loins at the prospect of watching his own wife make 
love to his brother. It would be lewdly interesting to judge her performance 
objectively. The initial shock of absolute horror was quickly fading to a 
feather-light quiver in his thighs, causing his penis to throb with morbid 
expectation. Then he heard his brother say: "I like to fool around a bit... 
get the juices flowing." 

"Wh-what do you mean?" 

"Suck me off, Cindy. Take my cock in your mouth and suck." 

Cindy stiffened. "Not that... just fuck me the regular way!" 

"Ah, fuck... don't back out now!" he wailed. With that, he got down on his 
knees on the carpet and leaned toward her until her face was inches from his 
penis, his sperm-filled testicles swaying below. Wrapping his fingers in her 
blonde curls, he twisted her head with vengeance. "I said suck\" 

"Mmmmfff... " The rubbery nob was forced between her teeth, drubbing at the 
back of her tender throat. The piquant taste like a succulent hors d'oeurve 
awakened her tastebuds, sheening all fears with desire. She opened her 
mouth, licking her lips, allowing her tongue to stretch out between her 
lips. She moved her head forward, marvelling: This tastes as good as Karen's 
cunt! The alcohol, the heat, the spiteful need for vengeance had melted 
Cindy's inhibitions into a buttery mush of desire. She swirled her tongue 
around the eye, tasting his juices while George moaned wildly, his fingers 
digging into her scalp. Compliantly she opened her mouth wider to accept all 
of him, moving her tongue in faster strokings, holding the base between her 
thumb and forefinger while balancing herself on her other arm. 

"Ahhhhshitttttt... " moaned George. "Damn, woman... " Cindy began bobbing 
her head rhythmically, her tongue twirling and her ovalled wet lips nibbling 
softly around the sliding shaft of his penis. George jerked his hips 
forward, staring down at her lewdly bobbing head, watching her firm breasts 
dance and sway beneath her chest as she slid her hungrily sucking mouth back 
and forth along his pistoning cock. He could see her lips clinging to the 
swollen head of his penis on the outstroke, and he could feel the pressure 
of his impending orgasm bloat his testicles painfully as she swallowed all 
of his aching erection over and over again. 

Cindy was sucking his cock voraciously now, surrendering to the lewdness of 
her spite-born perversion, reveling in the delightful taste of his manly 
flesh. Her naked loins were aching with increasing tension as her climax 
built higher and higher. Never had she conceived that a woman could climax 
from sucking a man's cock, but it seemed as if she was capable of that now! 
And Dirk had laughed at her sexual performance. She wanted her 
brother-in-law to cum in her mouth while her horror stricken husband watched 
feet away. She began to suck him faster, more wildly, her breasts heaving 
and her hips churning, her eyes squeezed tightly shut in ecstasy. Her lips 
and nose were pressed against the wiry bristles of his thick pubic hair, and 
she could catch the heavy male aroma of his genitals wafting into her 
nostrils, which only incited her to greater depravity. 

Dirk was boggle-eyed as he viewed his once-modest wife sucking his brother's 
cock--in public--Christ Almighty! All the years of pleading with her for the 
same and here she was wrapping her lips around George's wetly glistening 
penis as if she were a starving waif! Anger and heartache ate at his senses, 
and he realized he was wrong in not stopping the entire affair when Uncle 
Nick brought up the subject of the executorship... but he was first of all a 
man, animal part of him rooted him to the chair, hotly aroused by the pure 
salaciousness of the spectacle. Shamefully, squirming in his chair, he 
realized that he was obscenely excited by what he was witnessing, and that 
it was mattering to him less and less that his wife was sucking his 
brother's penis, gaining fantastic pleasure from another man in a style that 
she had never allowed him. She was proving she was a woman, all woman. Again 
he wondered what carnal circus had taken place during his absence and from 
his vantage point he caught sight of the red welts cross-hatching his wife's 
buttocks and wondered about the origin of those. He twisted in his chair, 
feeling his own building emotions growing with hot intensity, small drops of 
seminal fluid oozing from the swollen round tip of his now fully hardened 
cock. 

Uncle Nick standing naked by the fireplace, lightly stroked his eagerly 
pulsing hardness. Flicking his fingers back and forth, he feasted his eyes 
on the wildly rotating cheeks of Cindy Wellington's uptilting buttocks. 
Shit, he couldn't take another minute of this sweet torture! He had to join 
in--had to take part in this rape of Dirk's wife. Unable to contain himself, 
he panted and wheezed, groping his way down on all fours where he paused for 
a moment to collect his ragged breath. He knelt between Cindy's undulating 
thighs, positioning his naked girth between her kneeling legs. Then, placing 
his hands on her hips, he probed experimentally with his fingers, digging 
them gently into her warm young flesh. He found her backbone, the tiny 
ridges standing out from the humped-over position she was in, and followed 
it slowly until he came into warm contact with the sweat slickened crevice 
of her vagina. 

"Ohhhh... that feels so good!" mewled Cindy. 

Uncle Nick chuckled lewdly and pressed his hardened penis into the wetly 
heated slit, siding it up and down in sensuous taunting. 

Cindy squirmed her naked buttocks in a beckoning invitation back against the 
uncle, shuddering from the violent desire to be invaded at both ends. "Oh, 
fuck me in the cunt, Uncle Nick... like you did before!" she cried out, and 
then hungrily took the rigidly thrusting cock of George back into her warm 
mouth, sighing contentedly as she began to suck. 

Uncle Nick snorted as he dug his fingers into her pussy and slicked his cock 
head with the mixture of his previous cum and Cindy's. 

Cindy felt his hard hands grip her sensitive buttocks, still raw from his 
beating, his fingers spreading her ass cheeks wide apart. She knew in that 
instant that Uncle Nick was going to fuck her all right, but anally! He was 
going to push his erection right up her bowels and sodomize her! 

Cindy tried to cry out, the horror of the revelation filling her with 
disgust and sorrow, but Uncle Nick held her firm, chuckling: "Just relax and 
I'll try not to hurt you... too much." 

Pain! Cindy's mind flashed red. More pain! She couldn't stand to be hurt 
again... and being whipped with a belt would be nothing compared to the 
agony of Uncle Nick's sausage-like prick being rammed up her anus! 

The older man had spread her defenselessly upthrust buttocks wide now, and 
she knew he was staring at the tiny puckered rosette of her anus. She tried 
to twist away, but George flexed his hips and drove his hardness down past 
her tonsils, yanking at her hair so tightly she feared he might scalp her! 
And then the kneeling wife felt the rubbery head press against her naked 
rectal hole, tease along there, and nudge against the tiny sphincter muscle. 
She heard the older man draw in a long breath. 

"No, no, no... Aaahhhggg!" Her muffled scream echoed throughout the living 
room. "Dirk... Dirk, help meeee!" ; With a sudden vicious lunge, Uncle Nick 
rammed forward, his lust-hardened shaft of flesh splitting into her virginal 
anus with a savage, unmerciful force. It never stopped as it tore through 
the hot spongy passage as if it were tissue paper, not until she felt his 
sperm-weighted testicles slap against her inner thighs. The scream which was 
in her mind tried to force itself out of her throat, but all that came forth 
this time were strangled gasps as George flexed his buttocks and drove his 
long hard cock deeper into the warm softness of her mouth. 

"Son of a bitch!" grunted Uncle Nick half in pain. "A cherry ass, this one! 
Dirk you ought to be ashamed of yourself for not taking better care of your 
wife!" 

Cindy tried to shriek out in pain, but the penis fucking in and out between 
her lips forced her to swallow her cries. Her angelic features were 
contorted in blistering agony as Uncle Nick clutched at her hips and 
hammered his marauding penis deeper up into her tightly resisting anal hole. 
The pressure of his straining thighs thrust her forward, impaling her face 
on George's loins until she started to gag. It was suck or suffocate! 

Behind her Uncle Nick was thrusting with great, surging strokes, making 
bestial sounds deep in his throat as his fleshy probe continued its invasion 
of her rectal hole. His hips pumped and his fingers clawed at her sleek 
thighs as Cindy ground her naked ass cheeks back against his pelvis while 
his testicles smacked loudly against her cunt below. Then he drew his penis 
out slightly, watching breathlessly as her pouting anal lips clung to the 
shaft, sliding reluctantly down the length of his withdrawing penis. He 
continued to pull out until only the lust swollen cock head was left lodged 
in between the widened, pain filled entrance of her rectum. He moaned and 
thrust inward again, his breath wheezing faster. Then he began fucking 
crazily into her warm buttery anal canal, feeling her spongy flesh and 
rubbery muscles grip his cock possessively. 

As Uncle Nick and her brother-in-law buffeted Cindy haplessly between them 
like a rag doll spitted on sticks, some of the pain and torment began 
lifting. Gradually, the naked young girl began to feel something else, 
something far more lewd and shameful--the same sexual frenzy of lust she had 
first known earlier that evening and again when she'd first tasted George's 
cock. 

What pleasure! 

Her hips began to grind back against the rampaging cock skewering her anus, 
her head flailing faster and faster as her sucking mouth bent to its 
delicious task with blind passion. 

Cindy was truly a whore now. "Mmmm!" she mewled around the big rigid penis 
stuffing her mouth, her resistance completely broken. "Both of you... fuck 
me!" There was no salvation left for her, nothing in her life except the 
savage twin cocks battering her to hell and back between them. 

Meanwhile, Karen Wellington could feel the pit of her belly and thighs 
excitedly quivering from the lewd exhibition before her. The wanton 
sister-in-law had to hand it to Cindy--she was a blonde angel with the heart 
of the devil. She could hear Dirk groaning from where he sat across from her 
and incited to become part of this mind-warping incestuous orgy, she stood 
up and walked over to him, keeping her eyes glued to the helplessly trapped 
body of his wife only inches away from them both. 

"I know you've got a hard-on under that sour look, Dirk. Take your clothes 
off and fuck me while we watch!" 

Dirk didn't have to be asked twice. His breath quickened at her obscenities 
and he turned to her, eyes rolling tormentedly. She touched his knee and he 
could feel her hot breath on his pants and her fingers seemed to sear the 
cloth. 

"Hurry, Dirk... you do want to fuck me, don't you?" She reached up and 
pressed her hand against his throbbing bulge. Dirk nearly stopped breathing 
from the convulsive reaction of her touch. His face was crimson from anguish 
and intense arousal and the sweet smell of her perfumed, musky nakedness was 
too much away in the face of ruined decency. 

"It's only physical," assured Karen. "You want it and I want it, so why 
not?" 

Dirk stared at his wife with tortured eyes; there was Cindy being fucked 
front and rear by two men... his own relatives! Worse-- the more he had 
watched his wife grovel after these men's genitals the less sickened he 
became and the more aroused he was. It was a Freudian dream come true, an 
orgiastic, incestuous banquet set up for him without guilt or remorse. Yes! 
His painfully throbbing cock was pressing for release; why let his family 
ostracize him for morality? 

He shed his clothes in seconds and leapt at Karen. "Let's fuck, you hot 
bitch!" he snarled at her. "Let's fuck and show those amateurs who in this 
family has the balls!" 

Down onto the floor they scrambled, spreading out lengthwise with Dirk on 
top of Karen. With lust possessed urgency, she placed the blood swollen head 
of his wildly pulsating cock against her gaping vaginal lips and began to 
undulate her fleshy buttocks beneath the lace strap of her garter belt 
while, at the same, pressing his rigid shaft into her wetly quivering pussy 
slit with her own eager fingers. She raised her throbbing crevice to help 
center his hardened manhood and groaned: "Shove it in me, Dirk!" 

With one long smooth lunge, Dirk rammed his savage erection all the way into 
Karen's hotly welcoming cunt to the spongy tip of her cervix. There was not 
the slightest resistance in the woman he was fucking, and Dirk could feel 
the smooth, wet walls of her pussy clasping around his aching cock so 
moistly and greedily that it almost drove him to orgasm right then and 
there! 

"Ahhhh!" Karen moaned as she felt her entire belly flowering open to receive 
his virile hardness up inside her desperately yearning womb. Her nakedly 
spread body followed her brother-in-law's as he began to stroke viciously up 
inside her, her lewdly splayed thighs rotating in wild abandoned jerks 
beneath him. "Ohhh yes! Ohhh fuck me while we watch!" 

Cindy Wellington had watched her husband's erect penis slithering wetly into 
Karen's eagerly clenching pussy, and she could feel George's cock jerking in 
her mouth while he watched his wife's face contort in ecstasy under the 
hammering blows of his brother's penis. Instead of feeling hurt by the 
incestuous fucking, it only drove her passions higher. She began gyrating 
her hips in a wild tempo that Uncle Nick was hard pressed to match. The dual 
cocks increased their raping speed into her sucking mouth and rectum. 

They were alive within her! The hard rubbery cock head imbedded in her 
rectum, the tingling pound of the semen-bloated testicles against her 
vaginal slit and against her drooling chin, the thick folds of flesh along 
the penis screwing into her mouth as if it were just another cunt... they 
were all part of her now! She was one of them, and in spite of her pain, her 
tongue began a wild licking at the hardened shaft filling her cheeks. She 
butted her ass-cheeks back against Uncle Nick's cock like a frothing animal, 
feeling as she did so the first waves of her climax taking hold of her. She 
mewled around the penis battering her mouth in pure delight, letting her own 
orgasm build in direct cadence to her incestuous lovers', knowing it 
wouldn't be long until she was a freed captive of the greed and lust that 
shook the branches of the Wellington family tree. 

George's wife watched like a hungry cat, her eyes scant inches from where 
the twin cocks were scourging Cindy's orifices like twin battering rams. The 
sight of the once innocent blonde going raving mad and turning into a 
sex-crazed maniac was simply too much for Karen to ignore. "Ohhh," she 
grunted beneath Dirk's pounding hardness. "Oh, I... I'm going to cum! 
Nowww!" 

"Cum, cum, cum," chanted Dirk frantically. Plunging into her, he fucked 
harder and faster, and just as they heard the first howling signs that the 
incestuous trio were cumming, with a loud groan of release Dirk released his 
hot seed deep up inside his sister-in-law's quivering cunts hole, pumping 
his hot virile semen high up into her receptive belly. Karen's own 
blistering orgasm spiralled up until she thought she'd lost her mind, and 
then they both collapsed, spent and satiated, the brunette wife on her back 
with her legs limply out on either side. The pink lips of her quivering 
pussy could still be seen wet and glistening as Dirk slipped his wilting 
erection from inside of her with a wet sluicing sound. As they rolled apart, 
Karen's eyes rolled toward the sight of her husband and Uncle Nick bringing 
Cindy to a thunderous orgasm... 

George gave out a grunting noise and locking both hands around the back of 
Cindy's blonde bobbing head, drew her warm wet mouth deep down on his cock 
until only a small bit could be seen uncovered by her sucking lips. She 
groaned from the agonizing pain of the meaty cudgel stuffed down her throat, 
and then mewled in wild delight as she tasted the first thick spurts of his 
hot, fiery semen. His gushing cum flooded into the back of her mouth, 
filling the moist warm cavity and bloating her cheeks until they almost 
burst. Her throat worked gluttonously, swallowing and sputtering to keep 
from choking on the creamy sperm as he emptied his testicles into the depths 
of her tender stomach. 

Uncle Nick, laboring behind her, thrust his massive hardness forward with 
vengeance, working demon-like with its long, brutal strokes far up into her 
convulsively puckering rectum. "I'm cumming!" he bellowed. "Yeeeeooowww!" 

Cindy felt certain the uncle's cock would meet George's in mid-belly. A 
horrendous burning surge of hot, swirling seed spewed deep up into her anus 
with a burning, searing agony that brought sparkles to play before her eyes. 
The seething sperm filled her belly... and then her own climax struck her, 
lifting her off the ground like a hot air balloon disappearing into the 
clouds. 

Cindy's orgasm was an intense explosion of flickering lights and far-off 
ringing chants sounding from the heavens of her bliss. She felt their semen 
and her secretions rushing together in warm, sticky rivers, flowing down 
from her mouth and down from her anus, and up from her seething cunt to 
become one together in the pit of her belly. For a long, insane, soulless 
moment she knew nothing other than the joy of twin cocks draining into her, 
while her own juicy rapture rivered from her spasming cuntal lips and down 
her helplessly quivering thighs to the rumpled carpet below her knees. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Gradually the two men withdrew their wilting cocks from Cindy Wellington and 
the five naked people sprawled out on the floor, all half-comatose from 
their climaxes. Cindy lay across the steaming loins and ticklishly hairy 
chest of George Wellington, her slim legs wide apart, a tempting view of her 
sperm flooded anus gleaming in the firelight. Her husband Dirk crawled over 
from Karen to touch his wife, his eyes fastening on her ravaged genitals as 
he placed an affectionate hand on her thigh. 

"Thanks, baby. It's off to Hawaii forever. Does that sound good to you?" he 
said. 

Uncle Nick raised his balding head and squinted at his nephew. "Not so fast, 
Dirk. I said I had based my decision on the personalities of your wives... I 
didn't say I'd appointed you anything!" 

One could hear Dirk suck in his breath, see his cheeks flush with 
humiliation. He began to stutter a retort and aborted his efforts quickly. 
What could he say? 

Four sets of bewildered eyes turned toward Uncle Nick. The old man wasn't 
finished playing games with them yet. "I've decided," he announced assuming 
a noble air, "that the position should go to Cindy Wellington." 

"No!" garbled George. 

"The bitch... " Karen's eyes slitted menacingly. 

"B-b-but... why?" Dirk was absolutely incredulous. 

"She's the only one in this whole damned family who refused to grovel on her 
hands and knees like a starving dog trying to catch a few crumbs from the 
king's table." Rising to his knees, his cold blue eyes leveled on his 
seething nephew's. "You're a poor excuse for a husband, Dirk. I wouldn't 
blame her a bit if she told you to get lost." 

"That," sniped Cindy decisively, "is exactly what I intend to do. I'm going 
to buy myself a little patch of beach front property in Hawaii, dear," she 
sneered, "and build a little bungalow. Maybe someday I'll find a man who's 
got the balls to stand up for his wife the way I will him. And now... " she 
rose up on her hands and knees a bit shakily and snatched up the blanket 
from the floor."... I feel like getting some sleep. Goodnight." 


THE END
