"Blackmailed Sister-in-law" - читать интересную книгу автора (McElroy Naomi)

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When little Jill complained of a sore throat the next morning, Sarah took the child's temperature and found that she had a slight fever. «I don't wanna go to school today, Mommy,» the dark-haired girl whined, rubbing her eyes. «I wanna stay home with you, instead.»

Sarah smiled as she bent over her daughter's bed. «All right, darling,» she consoled, tucking the covers around her. «I'll phone and tell them you won't be in today. But first you're going to take some medicine for Mommy, okay?» Sarah hurried into the bathroom and returned with aspirin and a glass of water which she handed to her daughter. «Here, honey, take these,» she instructed, smiling encouragingly. «And then drink as much of this water as you can. It'll help make you feel better.»

As soon as Jill followed her instructions, Sarah went into the kitchen to phone the nursery school, telling them that as far as she knew, Jill would be in as usual on Monday morning. «It just seems to be a scratchy throat,» she explained. «I'm sure that a day's rest will nip it in the bud.»

After she hung up, Sarah looked up at the wall clock, biting her lip. It was nearing nine o'clock, the time she usually deposited Jill at the nursery school. Her stomach churned with the realization that Gene planned to come over this morning, expecting Sarah to participate in whatever sexual antics he had in mind. Undoubtedly, Sarah assumed, that meant having Sarah watch him and his cheap girlfriend perform for her. She had to call Gene right away and tell him that he must not come over, that little Jill was home sick and their plans had to be cancelled. Even though her fingers trembled as she dialed her brother- in-law's number, a great wave of relief surged through her. She was getting an unexpected reprieve! Although she was sorry that her daughter wasn't feeling well, Sarah could not help but be glad that her state of health would prevent Gene from including her in whatever sexual activities he had in mind this morning.

«He'll just have to take his two-bit girlfriend somewhere else to have his fun,» she muttered under her breath as the telephone rang in the distance. Gene shared his studio apartment with a fellow employee named Lenny who, Sarah knew, was also working the night shift at the factory right now. Gene had brought his roommate over to the house a couple of times and Sarah got the impression that the obese young man was as self-centered as her brother-in-law. Maybe that's why the two of them get along, Sarah thought. Birds of a feather and all that. In any event, Sarah wondered idly if Lenny would vacate their apartment at a moment's notice in order to accommodate his roommate's lust. But that was Gene's problem, she thought with satisfaction as the phone continued to ring, not hers. Thanks to her daugher's unexpected sore throat, her problems were temporarily solved. For this morning, at least. Now she would not have to deal with her disgusting brother-in- law until Monday morning.

Sarah breathed a quick sigh of relief when Gene answered the phone. At least she had caught him before he had left to pick up the slut he intended to bring over to the house. Keeping her voice low, Sarah quickly informed her brother-in-law of the unexpected circumstances at home, adding that he could not come over, after all. But Gene did not accept her story at face value. His voice nasal with suspicion, he told Sarah that he would pick up his friend as planned and come over anyway.

«But you can't!» Sarah hissed, her heart skipping a beat. «We can't do anything while Jill is home! You must be out of your mind!»

Gene laughed softly. «I would be if I believed your story without checking it out. Don't worry, sweet Sarah,» he went on, his voice mocking. «If Jill really is home sick, then I'll soon be on my way. My friend too. But if you're lying, I'm gonna expect even more action from you, dear sister-in-law!»

Before she could argue, Gene hung up, leaving the phone buzzing in her ear. Her stomach churning, she returned to her daughter's bedroom to see what the child wanted for breakfast. «By the way,» Sarah added, keeping her voice light, «I just talked to your Uncle Gene and he's sorry you're sick, honey. He's going past the house this morning so he might stop by with a friend of his. Just to see how you're feeling, honey,» she added, pasting a smile on her face.

Jill's pretty face lit up at her mother's words. «Oh boy, I hope he does come over,» she said, her voice a bit hoarse. «I haven't seen Uncle Gene for a long, long time!»

Sarah patted her hand before going to prepare breakfast. «I wouldn't care if I never saw him again at all,» she murmured softly once she had reached the kitchen. For the hundredth time, the well-stacked brunette found herself wondering why her daughter liked her uncle. Am I the only one who sees Gene as he really is? she wondered, reaching into the cupboard for a box of Jill's favorite cereal. Then again, Sarah knew that even though she did it reluctantly, she had to give the devil his due. Much as she disliked her brother-in-law she had to admit that Gene did seem genuinely fond of little Jill. For some reason, the child brought out the few good qualities the young man had. Seeing that Gene was the only living relative Jill had, Sarah supposed that she should be grateful that a bond of affection did exist between the two.

The front doorbell rang less than an hour later. Sarah, who was sitting at her daughter's bedside, reading to her, quickly tensed while Jill broke into a smile. «Oh, I hope that's Uncle Gene!» she cried, her eyes bright.

«I'll go see,» Sarah told her, closing the book and rising. Glancing out the picture window in the livingroom, she recognized Gene's car at the curb and felt her jaw clench. I can just imagine the slut he's got with him! she thought, going to the door with apprehension. You'd think he'd have more sense than to bring a woman like that here when Jill is home!

When Sarah opened the door, however, her mouth opened in surprise. For standing beside her lanky sullen-faced brother-in-law was a tall slender blonde whom Sarah judged to be in her own age. A complete opposite from what Sarah had expected, the young woman was breathtakingly beautiful. Long blonde hair tumbled about her shoulders and except for a faint tinge of lipstick, her perfect features were completely devoid of make-up. She looked trim and stylish in her high leather boots and coat with a large handbag flung over her shoulder. When the girl smiled, Sarah saw how startingly white and even her teeth were. What on earth was a lovely girl like this doing with someone like Gene?

«Ain't you gonna ask us in?» Gene asked with a smirk, a large paper sack in one hand.

«Oh, of c-course,» Sarah stammered, opening the door wider to let them enter.

«Brrr! It's really cold out this morning,» the blonde said, shivering as she stepped inside. «Oh, what a lovely home,» she exclaimed, gazing around the room with admiring eyes. Her voice was soft and pleasant and Sarah found herself thinking that had she met this young woman under any other circumstances, she would feel an instant affinity toward her, as though the two of them might well become friends. As it was, however, Sarah did not greet the attractive blonde with the warmth she might have.

«Won't you sit down,» Sarah said stiffly, gesturing toward the sofa, «while I go tell Jill you're here.»

But the child needed no formal announcement. At the sound of voices, she jumped from her bed and ran into the livingroorn. «Uncle Gene!» she cried, running to him with outstretched arms.

«Jill!» he exclaimed, opening his arms wide to catch her. «Say, what's this I hear about your not feelin' good?» he asked as the girl hugged him soundly.

«My froat hurts,» she explained, pointing to her neck.

Gene threw back his head and laughed while the attractive young woman beside him smiled at the heartwarming scene. «It does?» he asked, grinning at her. «Well maybe this will help make it feel better!» With that, he gave the child the large paper bag he'd been holding.

Smiling, Jill opened the sack and peered inside. Her smile widened and she shrieked with delight at the contents. «A doggie!» she cried, reaching in the bag to withdraw a large stuffed animal with big floppy ears. «Oh, thank you, Uncle Gene,» she bubbled, hugging the toy in her small arms.

«Uh, this here is Fern,» Gene introduced, turning to the beautiful blonde seated on the sofa.

«You're pretty,» Jill said with youthful candor as the young woman smiled at her.

«Well, thank you,» Fern said, displaying her perfect teeth. «I was just thinking the very same thing about you, Jill.»

Noting the ease with which Fern spoke to her daughter made Sarah like the young woman on the sofa despite the fact that she had come with Gene. Sarah could always detect a forced joviality toward children and she knew that the slender blonde had a genuine fondness for young people. Still, Sarah remained silent while Gene visited with his niece for several minutes. Relief rippled through her when Gene lifted Jill in his arms and carried her to her bedroom.

«You better get back in bed, young lady,» he lectured with mock sternness. «'Cause I wanna hear that you're all better by Monday mornin' y'hear?»

The two women suddenly alone in the room, Sarah cleared her throat self-consciously. «How long have you been dating Gene?» she asked, a plastic smile on her face.

«Oh, we don't date, Sarah,» the girl quickly explained, smiling warmly, her eyes reflecting open admiration as they traveled the length of the brunette's voluptuous figure. «Gene and I are just friends, nothing more.»

Sarah frowned, more confused than ever. Before she could say anything else, however, Gene returned to the room, gesturing for Fern to follow him to the door. «Guess we'll be movin' on,» he said, «Jill don't look real sick though. So take good care of her, dear Sarah. And we'll see you Monday mornin' for sure.»

Sarah wore a perplexed expression as she followed them to the door. She stood by the window, watching the unlikely pair get into Gene's sports car and wondered what part Fern was to play in Gene's bizarre plan of sexual blackmail. Maybe Gene has fallen in love with her, she speculated, her hopes rising. And he wants me to do whatever I can to convince Fern that he's a worthwhile person. Fern seems like a lovely young woman, Sarah thought, watching Gene's car pull away from the curb. Much too good for someone as contemptible as Gene. Still, if she could get off the hook by doing her best to convince the beautiful blonde that her brother-in-law was a swell guy, Sarah knew, with a twinge of guilt, that she would play along with the scheme. Her love for her husband was far stronger than any twinges of conscience.

Sarah enjoyed the weekend that followed with the desperation of those whose days are numbered. She spent quiet times with her daughter, noting with mixed emotions, Jill's return to perfect health. Although she was glad to see her thriving, Sarah dreaded the thought of her brother-in-law's scheduled visit early Monday morning. Whenever she brooded about it, however, Sarah tried to tell herself that it was possible that her brother-in-law had fallen in love with the beautiful blonde and changed his ways. Could it be that Gene had reformed, was already sorry for what he'd done the other morning? Although the distraught brunette hoped that it was true, she was doubtful. Gene seemed as cocky as ever Friday morning. Still, Sarah simply could not understand why a girl as lovely as Fern would participate in a scheme involving sexual blackmail. Confusing as the situation was, the voluptuous brunette was unable to convince herself that her troubles with Gene were over. The weekend seemed to pass much too quickly and Sarah dreaded the arrival of Monday morning.

When Mike turned to her in bed Sunday night, Sarah went into his arms eagerly. Her private turmoil had her as tense as an overwound coil and she longed for the release that lovemaking could bring. Much to her frustration, however, Mike approached her with his usual reserve. After she had removed her nightgown, he lowered his blond head to her bosom, nipping lightly at each uplifted nipple while he lightly caressed the mammoth mounds of firm flesh surrounding them. Sarah felt her bright rosettes spring to life at the touch of his warm mouth. They rose in the air all hot and pink and eager. His kneading fingers felt so good on her twin hills of femininity, making Sarah's sensual lips part while emitting a sigh of pleasure. The well-endowed young woman ran her fingers through her husband's curly hair while he treated her melonous breasts to the delights of his hands and mouth.

All too soon, though, Mike's warm mouth released her savory nipples, leaving them wet and distended, fairly quivering for more. When Mike's hands also moved away from her pale spheres of flesh, she whimpered softly. Oh, how she wanted him to keep his lips and hands on her! She quickly compared her husband's timidity with her brother-in-law's demanding mouth and Sarah found herself wishing fervently that Mike would go at her big boobs with the same gusto Gene had displayed the other morning. Much as she despised her arrogant brother-in-law, Sarah had to admit that his searching mouth and hands had felt good on her naked flesh. When Gene attacked her big tits, fiery bursts of pleasure had coursed through her body and the fuzzy triangle between her legs had come alive, throbbing in hot appreciation.

Now Sarah's sexual appetite had merely been whetted and she longed to cry out to her husband to keep sucking, to tug harder on her hungry flesh but her inhibitions with Mike were far too strong to allow such candor. Instead, she remained silent and miserable as he abandoned her eager breasts to climb on top of her. His soft lips lowered on hers and she felt the warmth of his tongue inside her mouth. She moaned softly while Mike swirled his wet oral member, making her pussy flutter and throb. She slid her arms up his broad muscular back, thrilling to the weight of his powerful body on hers. Mike was such a big handsome hunk of masculinity … and she loved him so! The young housewife was certain that her burly husband was capable of fucking her soundly if only his sexual needs matched hers. But Mike seemed perfectly content with his tepid brand of lovemaking and Sarah would never dream of letting him know that she secretly hungered for more. What good would it do, except to bruise his ego, when Mike's libido was obviously much more easily sated than hers? Maybe I'm just oversexed! Sarah found herself thinking once again.

Mike withdrew his mouth to aim his swollen prick at the palpitating slit between Sarah's legs. The same old position, Sarah thought, opening her thighs. If only Mike would try fucking me in some new way. Like having me sit on top of him while he shoves his big prick high into my cunt! Sarah's cock-starved pussy leaked in warm response at her secret fantasy. The bud of her bright clitoris swelled hotly and she wished that Mike would reach down to finger her sensitive organ the way Gene has teased it the other morning. Just thinking about the forceful manner in which her brother-in-law had punished her highly responsive nub of femininity made her oozing love nest throb deliciously. Even more, Sarah wished that someday Mike would surprise her by forcing her legs apart while he lowered his fair head between her pale thighs to eat her cunt. The feel of his warm wet mouth on her steaming gaping tissues would thrill her to the very depths of her being. Sarah recalled how marvelous the lips and tongues of the various male models she'd posed with had felt against her lewdly parted pussy years before. It had been much too long since the shapely brunette had been treated to such a carnal delight. If the mouths of total strangers could bring her such strong physical pleasure, how far greater ecstasy she would know if the man she loved would ravish her outspread waiting mound of Venus.

Sarah's forbidden thoughts were invaded at the feel of her husband's huge rod entering her slippery canal. «Ohhh,» she sighed, lifting her pelvis high. In seconds, his great phallic length was filling her throbbing aperture to full capacity. Oh, Mike was so deliciously big! Bigger, by far, than any cock she'd ever known. If only he would shove it into her with greater force! Sarah worked her hips vigorously as Mike fucked in and out, trying to claim even more of his huge shaft of masculinity. But Mike seemed to be holding back, the same as always. Instead of ramming the mouth of her womb on each forward thrust, the way she craved that he would, his big joint merely tapped her cervix gently before quickly withdrawing. The harder Sarah pumped, the gentler Mike fucked her, trying to compensate for her fierce hip movements, as though he were afraid he might hurt her. The naked brunette breathed hard, clutching her husband's smooth back, trying, without words, to encourage him to push harder. But her efforts were in vain. She lay under her husband feeling both aroused and frustrated. She loved the feel of his mammoth cock crowding her slick vaginal opening but she longed to feel it slide in and out of her with greater enthusiasm, to feel it ram her tender cervix, sending fiery bursts of masochistic pleasure exploding within her.

Fuck, damn you, fuck! she wanted to cry. But her lips refused to form the forbidden words. Then, to her utter dismay, Sarah felt her husband's swollen rod pulsate and jerk, sending a hot shower of semen bursting inside her. His steaming juices splattered against the walls of her throbbing canal, filling her to overflowing. His milky nectar leaked from her pulsating tunnel to stain the bedding. Tears of frustration stung Sarah's eyes as Mike bucked and jerked on top of her, breathing fast and hard. She felt beads of perspiration form on his back to moisten her fingertips. Sarah whirled her hips frantically in a desperate attempt to join her husband in orgasm. Her efforts, however, proved futile. Much as she hungered for a tension-releasing climax to overtake her body, Sarah simply could not make it happen. She was still struggling when Mike's pulsating cock released the last of its turbulent load to grow empty and soft within her vagina. Her naked body still pounding with need, she felt her husband's spent organ grow limp, then shrivel into ineffectiveness. Disappointment stabbed sharply when he withdrew his wormlike appendage from her unsated cunt to roll over beside her, sighing with satisfaction.

Surely Mike wasn't going to leave her like this, all tense and aching, every cell in her body screaming for relief! When her husband reached over to kiss her lightly on the cheek, however, Sarah knew that their tension had come to an end. Mike must have mistaken Sarah's heavy breathing for orgasm. It wasn't surprising for the climaxes she experienced were never very deep or soul-searing. Undoubtedly, her husband mistook Sarah's frantic pelvic gyrations for total release.

«Night, darling,» he said in a contented voice, sliding his muscular arm around her slender waist. «Sweet dreams.»

Sarah's voice was choked as she bade her husband goodnight. She lay beside him for a long time, her lovely body pounding with need, staring at the ceiling. Unable to bear the torture of denial, the frustrated brunette waited until the man she loved was sleeping soundly before she took drastic measures. Desperate to still the urgent throbbing of her neglected cunt, Sarah moved away from her husband to slide to the far side of the bed. When Mike's occasional snores assured her that he was deep in slumber, Sarah let her hand slide down between her open legs. The delicious feel of her own fingers between her saturated steaming slit made her want to gasp with pleasure but she held back, pressing her lips together.

Waves of forbidden delight rippled through her naked body as her eager fingers moved up and down the length of her dripping cunt. Soon her other hand joined in, teasing at the rigid bud of femininity which stood so hot and willing among her sperm-coated inner membranes. Oh, it felt so good to flick away at herself like this, making her fiery clitoris grow even more inflamed. Her jade eyes became thick-lidded and glazed with lust. Slowly, cautiously, Sarah's hips began to rise from the bed, moving in circumspect harmony with her masturbating fingers. When Mike rolled over to his side of the mattress, snoring loudly, the excited brunette grew braver. She sent the middle finger of her right hand soaring into her slick vagina while she continued to punish the bright little bud of sensation with her other hand. Her lips parted and she breathed through her mouth.

Oh fuck, fuck! she thought, pretending that a warm cock was invading her wildly-throbbing pussy instead of her own fingers. Deeper, harder! Make me cum! she cried inwardly, lost in erotic fantasies. But this time Sarah did not pretend it was her husband's swollen prick inside her palpitating tunnel of love. Instead, she imagined that a forceful stranger was fucking her, forcing her to submit to his fierce demands. Her wild imagining made her split her legs far apart as though she were surrendering herself to her nameless conqueror. The thought of being taken against her will in such a forceful manner was the stimulus Sarah needed to bring her frustrated body to the ultimate peak of excitement after her husband's lukewarm fucking minutes ago. Oh keep fucking! she pretended to cry to the imaginary lover, her pelvis rising while she let her right index finger join the middle finger already twisting in vicious circles deep within her saturated cuntal cavern. The fingers of her left hand pinched and twisted her stiff clitoris, driving her fairly mad with carnal pleasure. Split me in two! her lust-crazed mind thought as her pounding vaginal opening stretched to accommodate still another eager finger. Soon all four fingers of Sarah's right hand crowded her dripping cunt while she pretended that a stranger's immense cock violated her pounding pussy aperture.

At last, Sarah's eyeballs rolled backward and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. She felt her saturated vagina swell and convulse, wave after wave of orgasmic spasms sucking at her fingers while her inflamed clitoris fluttered wildly under the merciless pressure of her left hand. Sweat ran down the sides of her face and between her mammoth breasts while her hips jerked violently. Clamping her teeth down hard on her bottom lip, the climaxing brunette managed to reduce her carnal outcry to a mere whimper as she spiraled to the zenith of physical sensation. When at last her body grew still, only her heart still pounding, the voluptuous brunette turned her head to glance at her husband. Relief washed over her when she saw that he was still deep in slumber. Surely, Mike would be horrified to catch his wife in the humiliating act of self-stimulation. Still, Sarah felt that she had no choice in the matter. If she had not sought release with her own fingers, she knew that she would toss and turn throughout the night while precious sleep escaped her. And Sarah was convinced, despite her confusion about Fern's role in tomorrow's activities, that she would need a good night's sleep in order to face whatever Gene's perverse mind had conjured up.

Withdrawing her saturated fingers from her sated cunt, the lovely young woman rolled over on her side, sighing contentedly. Her body relaxed, she soon drifted into a fitful sleep, one that was wrought with frequent tossing and turning, accompanied by mournful cries. A vivid nightmare awakened the brunette long before the sun came over the horizon. Her voluptuous body bathed in nervous perspiration, Sarah lay beside her sleeping husband with her stomach tied in tight little knots, her eyes returning at frequent intervals to the illuminated clock beside the bed, trying, in vain, to hold back the dawn.