Chapter 8
Harry stood outside her door. He looked up and down the hallway first, as if half expecting someone to catch him there. Just as he lifted his knuckles to knock, he heard her voice on the other side of the door.
"Ohhhh, Jess ...do I get my reward, now, honey? My big, hard reward?"
Harry froze. His heart pounded. He swallowed cotton and pressed in a little closer, not believing his ears.
"What do you think I came up here for, Karen?" Jess responded.
"The tape."
"Well, yeah-that too."
"I think I ought to get more than just a good fucking for the job I did last night."
"Oh? Like what?"
There was silence. Harry pressed closer, his ear now glued to the door. If someone came down the hall right now, he was caught for sure.
"Mmmmm, Jess-stop trying to soften me up like that."
"Why not? You always did like for me to soften you up like this, remember?"
"Jess, now stop. I mean it. I need some money."
"Money! Aw, Karen ...come on. You know what I make. I can't afford to pay you anything. Besides, Sheila would raise hell."
"Let her," Karen said. "She knows we fuck. What difference does it make?"
"Well-she gets a little jealous, that's all."
"She wasn't jealous last night when she ate the cum right out of my pussy. I nearly pissed in her face."
"Hey, come on. What have you got against Sheila suddenly?"
"She's living with you, that's what."
Jess laughed softly. "Now who's jealous?"
"Well, why shouldn't I be? I don't like living without you, Jess."
"Honey, let's not go through that again, huh? You know we can't live together. I need Sheila for my image with Brewster, remember? That's the whole plan, sweetie. For me to beat dumb Harry out of this promotion so that I can get more money. Then, I'll cut you in on it, all right?"
"Oh ..."
"Come on, let's have the tape."
"I want to fuck first."
"All right," Jess laughed. "Still the same hot little twat, aren't you, baby. I'd have thought Harry took some of the steam out of your pussy last night."
"He was all right. Naive as hell. Oh, Jess-nobody can fuck like you, and you know it! God, I nearly raped you last niglit! If it hadn't been for that damn Sheila ..."
"She's not here now," he said thickly.
"Then fuck me, Jess! Fuck me and fuck me!"
Their voices dimmed. Harry's ear went bloodless as he mashed it up against the door. He could hear them still talking, and he visualized them going into the bedroom.
His heart pounded. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. A tape! What tape? What were they to each other? And all her moaning and groaning last night ...all fraud?
Unthinkingly, almost as a reflex, he put his hand on the knob and twisted. He was startled when the door cracked open. He sucked in his breath and stared at the narrow view of Karen's apartment.
He glanced guiltily up and down the hall again. Shit, he had to find out what was going on!
Stealthily, he crept into the room. He heard moans coming from the bedroom, the rustle of clothing. The door was open, but he couldn't see anything but the foot of the bed. It jiggled as he watched, and there was another moan.
Knowing he couldn't stand in the doorway and watch, he cast about the room until he saw the couch. It was the best he could do. At least, he'd be able to hear.
He got behind it, satisfied he could duck out of sight if one of them came out and then leave the apartment when he got his first chance.
To his delight, he saw a mirror on the front wall. Better still, because of the angles involved, he could see the bed and the two of them on it!
Karen was totally naked. Her tits thrust from her chest in that exciting way he remembered. Jess was pushing his pants off, and his prick sprang upward.
"Ohhhh, Jess!" Karen gasped, spreading her thighs wide, opening them to reveal her shaved, succulent pussy. "That cock! I always loved that cock!"
"And I always loved that slick, sweet pussy, baby."
"I've kept it bald for you, honey ...just for you. Remember how you used to suck and eat my hairless little pussy?"
"I remember the first time I fucked it," he said.
"I screamed with delight."
"You scared the shit out of me. I thought Dad was going to bust in and knock the shit out of both of us."
"I was only six, Jess. I didn't know there was anything wrong with fucking. Mom and Dad never said anything about the way we took showers together." "
"Ohhhh, Sis . . . " he groaned. "Give me that sweet, hot cunt! God, I'll never get enough of it!"
"Oh, I wish we could live together, Jess ...just like always! Just fucking and fucking! Ahhhh, God ...suck my cunt! Yes! Ohhh, that's what I like, Jess! Sweet brother ...you always did it just right forme!"
Harry's eyes bulged from his head. He watched Jess dive between her widespread thighs and open his mouth and glue his face to her open, hairless pussy.
Karen grabbed her tits in her hands and rolled them all over her chest, lifting her twat into Jess' face, moaning and thrashing, opening her body wide to him ...to him ...her brother!
Harry swallowed again. His mouth was dry and metallic-tasting. He watched Karen's willowy body thrash and twist, and he could hear the wet smacks of Jess' lips sucking at her flowing cunt, her bald, beautiful, treacherous cunt.
Everything began coming clear to him now. That was why they hadn't fucked each other last night ...because of Sheila's jealousy. Because Sheila knew she couldn't compete with the little sister he'd been fucking and sucking since Karen was six.
And the rest of it-the tape. What kind of tape? A recording? Of their fucking last night?
Harry swallowed again. He had the sickening feeling that he was exactly fight.
But wait! What good would a tape of all that fucking be to Jess? To blackmail him, of course ...to get him to give up the fight for the job.
"Ohhhh, Jess! God, you make me hot, honey! Yes! Yes, like that! Over my clit! Ahhhh! Now, in my pussy! God! God! Up my ass, darling! Fuck your tongue up my ass like ...ahhhhhgh!"
Harry watched in the mirror. Karen lifted her knees back to her tits and rocked on the small of her spine, lifting her asshole to Jess' sucking, kissing, lapping mouth.
She shuddered and pulsed, coming hard, her bald pussy wide open and squeezing, the pink tissues shaking and running with syrupy cunt honey.
"Ahhhh, now fuck me! Ohhhh, Jess ...fuck me! Slide your big cock into my bald, hairless, succulent, little-girl's pussy and come inside me!"
"Oh, God ..." Jess moaned softly, lifting his face from between her split thighs, crawling upward over her with his cock steely hard and throbbing.
Karen looked at him with hooded eyes. She wiped at his mouth and chin, smoothing her hand over his face, cleaning off the smeared pussy juice.
She cupped his face lovingly and pulled his mouth against hers, pursing her lips softly, stretching her neck with eagerness, kissing him and writhing under him as he settled over her.
"Lord, you're a hot one, Karen-always hot."
"Oh, come in me, Jess," she gasped, hitching her open pussy up, catching the tip of his prick in the silky, grasping mouth. "Remember that time in the bathroom, Jess? When you watched me shave my pussy and then fucked me on the toilet seat and came so hard we fell in? Ohhhh, come that hard this time, Jess!"
Jess groaned and let his cock throb at the entrance to her hot, wet pussy. Then he slid the bucking shaft into her silky hole, letting out a heated sigh at the same time she squealed and made her pussy suck him in.
Harry watched. There was a ringing kind of sound in his head. He felt his own prick throb and lurch in his pants, the stimulation of Cassie's soft lips and wanton, ardent sucking still with him, the tingle of Sam's tongue up his asshole still there.
Thought of Cassie made him pick up the thread he'd been pursuing before Karen had come. Blackmail. . . the tape . ..
Harry grinned suddenly. What the hell was he worried about? Let them play the tape to Cassie-so what? She was going to go back to the farm anyway, wasn't she?
His smile faded slowly. Maybe they weren't going to threaten him with playing it to Cassie. Maybe they were going to let Brewster hear it!
His mind whirled. He tried to think back on the wild night. God, how many times had Karen gotten him to blurt out that he loved her? What the hell did that matter, anyway? The descriptions ... the moans...
They started coming back to him. Another thing came back to him ...how clearly he'd been identified, his name repeated over and over.
But so had Jess's-and Sheila's .. . hadn't they?
He gulped. He couldn't remember. He had the crawling feeling that even if Jess' name or Sheila's had been spoken, they would be edited out. And, as far as Brewster knew, Karen could be anybody-any slut, any whore. Probably the woman who had greeted him so intimately at the club-but not Harry's wife, Cassie. And that was all Brewster would need to hear.
His knees shook weakly. He saw it all now. That was another reason Jess and Karen hadn't fucked last night-so that it wouldn't be on the tape. The tape that would be mailed to Brewster anonymously. The tape that would not only eliminate his chances for promotion but that would probably get him canned from the position he had.
God, he had to get the tape ...
He started out from behind the couch, then ducked back quickly at the sound of Jess' hoarse yell.
"Yaaaah, Sis! I'm coming! God, I'm gonna blast your hot pussy full!"
"Ohhhh, do it, Jess-sweet brother, do it! Ohhhh, I'm coming too, honey! Now! God, it's pumping and pumping my ...aaaaaagh!"
Harry watched them in the mirror as they ground together and shuddered and pulsed. Then they gasped and broke apart. True to form, Jess' prick was completely wilted, lying along his thigh.
"That was a beautiful fuck, darling," Karen said, kissing her brother, playing with his limp prick with her slim fingers.
"Now, how about the tape, honey," Jess said.
Karen reached into the little drawer of the nightstand beside the bed and pulled out a cassette.
"In all its ribald glory, darling," she grinned, handing it to him. Just as he reached out, she pulled it back. "Jess, I really do need some money."
"I don't have any, Karen," he said, looking at her. "A little ...couple of hundred, maybe."
"Thousands, Jess," she said, her voice low and husky.
He was silent a long moment. Violence simmered just under the surface. "All right," he said finally, getting off the bed, standing up. He reached for his pants and stepped into them, seeming to dress quickly.
"Don't hurry off, honey," Karen said.
"Yeah, I've got to." He reached for the tape. She held it back. "I'll pay you tomorrow," he said.
"Then I'll give you the tape tomorrow, sweetie."
"Karen, for Christ's sake. I'm your brother! Don't you trust me?"
Karen laughed softly. She swept her fingers over her wet, draining pussy, massaging the puffy, naked lips. "Just to leave a big load inside my pussy, Jess," she said.
Harry was ready to come into the open and fight like hell for that tape, but Jess beat him to it. It happened terribly fast. Jess turned away with a laughing remark, then spun back and snatched the tape from Karen's hand and ran! Actually ran for the door, bolting through it before Harry could even shout.
From the bedroom, instead of violent outrage, there came a soft, long, rippling laugh. And then Karen spoke to the empty room.
"I've got your number, you prick! I got it a long time ago, Jess! You bastard! You double-crossing shit! You just foxed yourself ...again! You never could keep up with me! I hope you like Lawrence Welk, sweetie, because you've got a whole hour of him there!"
She laughed loudly, then, chortling and smug.
Harry watched her spring from the bed. She disappeared into the bathroom. Water ran. She came back out, slipping into pants and a knit top. She went out of sight again. He didn't know what to do, whether to stay hidden or to confront her.
He knew one thing. If she wouldn't give the tape to her brother, she sure as hell wasn't going to hand it over to him without demanding a price he couldn't afford to pay.
She came swiftly from the bedroom-so fast he nearly didn't have time to duck out of sight behind the couch again. He heard the door open and close and lock, and then there was stillness.
He got up. He watched the door. He went into the bedroom and looked at the rumpled bed ...the same big platform they'd fried him on last night.
He saw a spot of wetness. He caught the faintly heady aroma of her cunt juice, a touch of her perfume. Curious, he checked around the headboard and saw the microphone. He traced it to the recorder inside_the nightstand.
He sat on the edge of the bed and stared, remembering it all, running it through his mind one more time.
He'd been whipsawed by a pro. Next to Karen, Jess was still learning, and Harry hadn't even been born yet. She'd not only double-crossed him, used him, sucked him in completely, she'd done the same thing to her brother.
And he'd considered dumping an honest, sweet girl like Cassie for her, just because she could make his cock spurt!
His words to Cassie rang hollowly through his head ...decent, sophisticated people. Worthwhile. Noble and honorable.
He looked around the room in a daze. He could go to Brewster directly. Tell the man of his indiscretion, plead for another chance. But then . . .
Harry sighed heavily. He got up. He slouched toward the door. Too damn much was happening all at once. He had to think, had to work this out in his mind somehow.
Even Brewster-there was something not right about the way Brewster wa$ handling this selection between Jess and himself. The competetion he caused was too severe, divisive, unhealthy. Cutthroat.
For the first time, Harry wondered if it was all worthwhile-if maybe Cassie hadn't been right after all.