Chapter 6
Judy wandered about Colleen's apartment briefly after Sarah agreed she'd had time to absorb the truth. She mentally catalogued the pitifully few things of a personal nature her mother had accumulated in the twenty-five years she'd lived at Garlock Heights. There was a worn Bible with the page where most family Bibles had space for the family tree cut neatly out. There was a tiny newspaper photograph of Oliver Garlock mounted in a dimestore, glass-faced frame. There was a fine brush and comb and mirror set, the handles showing the continued use they'd had, and a small, battered replica of a sea captain's chest, locked. There was also a lovely assortment of dainty, sexy underthings and some gorgeous informal gowns Judy was confident nobody but Oliver had ever seen Colleen wear.
They'd have to wait for the sheriff before touching anything, she knew. Even if it were really suicide, the sheriff or coroner or somebody had to make some kind of investigation. They wouldn't like it if anybody handled Colleen's things.
When she returned to Sarah's room, Sarah wouldn't let her stay. "You get dressed and get out for a while, child. Just roam around the house. I'll bet there are dozens of rooms you've never seen." She let one eyelid droop and the corner of her mouth twitched. "I'll just take a little nap. A person wants to keep up her strength."
Judy deliberately used the service stairway. She walked, though, and she tested every tread before trusting her weight to it. Not one was loose. But when she'd reached the ground floor she crept back up on hands and knees peering at the ends of each step. The fifth from the bottom had new screws holding it in place. She went down. Avoiding rooms where she thought she might encounter the others, she finally decided to explore the library. Oliver had used it for his study and office, she'd been told, and she'd had no occasion to visit it. But there ought to be books there, and she thought she could get a better feel for the man whose will had led to Colleen's death.
She entered by the side door and found herself between two floor-to-ceiling bookcases. Peering over the tops of the books, she could see similar cases beyond each, and she realized the term "library" had meant more to Oliver Garlock than it did to some. A sound stopped her. After listening intently for a time, she discovered she was hearing low, cautious voices. Somebody working out another murder, she thought with a touch of bitter sarcasm. She edged carefully nearer the sounds.
Peering around the end of the shelves, she saw Edith and Lowell. The two stood before a severe, black leather couch, which stood just beyond a massive executive desk. They stood so close together only the murmur of their voices reached her; the words ran through each other, half whisper, half mumble.
Then Edith's voice rose. "I don't care, Lowell! I just don't care! It's driving me out of my mind!"
"Easy! For Christ's sake take it easy!"
"Easy, hell! Goddamn it, big brother! Just once, I want it like old times!"
"Yeah, sure, Sis. We'll get a chance."
Edith blazed at him. "You son of a bitch! Something on your mind or something? We've got a chance! Right now!"
"Oh, Sis! After all..."
"After all, shit! Have we or haven't we?"
"Well, I guess...."
"Damn right, you guess! Right Goddamn now!"
Judy crouched tensely, puzzled by the exchange. Edith's hair had lost the perfection of its grooming; several strands had escaped. And the woman was flushed by her emotions. Her dark eyes appeared to snap as she glared at her brother. Lowell had acted calmly and soothingly, but his aspect changed abruptly. He looked suddenly menacing and deadly.
"All right! All right, you impatient slut! Right Goddamn now!" He seized his sister's wrist and twisted it viciously.
Edith gasped and bent, turning away to relieve the pressure. With a quick jerk, Lowell shoved her hand up between her shoulder blades. She bent deeply from the hips.
"Right Goddamn now!" he snarled at her.
Reaching down, he ran his hand up his sister's thigh, under her skirt. He grinned evilly. "You're ready, aren't you. Might have known." He gave her wrist an extra twist.
She jerked and sagged. "Jesus, Lowell! Not so hard!"
"Shut up, stupid! Take what you get!" He grabbed her hair, yanking out her coiffure and wrenching her head up. He dragged at the fistful of hair until she stood erect, then pulled her into a vicious, backward arch.
Edith wore a loose knit suit with a matching belt that tied, and her brother released her hair to jerk the knot out of the belt. With brutal disregard for her comfort, he twisted both her arms behind her and lashed her wrists together.
"Now, you cheap whore!" He grated the ugly words at her. "Now let's see if you've got as much guts as mouth!"
Judy jammed the back of her fist against her lips to stifle her cry of horror as Lowell again caught at Edith's hair and bent her backward. The massive breasts strained against the restraint of the knit jacket, her thick nipples pushing the material outward into their own form. Her feet were planted wide and her knees bent, her belly rounded and taut in the awkward stance. With one hand, Lowell removed his belt, doubled it, and struck his sister across the belly.
The blow lacked the vicious force Judy expected from the expression on Lowell's face, but it snapped loudly, nonetheless, and Edith jerked violently.
"Ow! You lousy bastard! That hurt!" The straining woman twisted to the side and writhed. Lowell jabbed the small of her back, restoring her to her original arched position, and unzipped her skirt without letting go of the belt. He thrust the soft material off her tight, round hips to expose her lower belly and the luxuriant, matted black pussy hair. Whimpering, Edith wriggled while her skirt plunged to the floor. Her brother gave her hair another jerk and she bent backward to a deeper arc.
Tendons stood out, quivering, along the front of her thighs. Her knees trembled and the hairless inner edges of her pussy lips gleamed, darkly wet.
Lowell struck her again, slamming the belt on the inner side of her thigh. Her knees sprang obscenely apart as she yelled.
"Stop that, you ugly prick!"
He hit her other thigh viciously, an angry red welt showing at once. And while she still writhed, he struck a savage blow across the drumhead of her belly.
"Ow! Christ, Lowell! No, no, no!"
Judy gulped, nauseated and terrified. She'd go for Cal; he'd put an end to the brutal beating! But she clung to the bookcase a moment longer, watching the facial contortions of the two.
Lowell panted heavily, his eyes fixed and his teeth clenched. Edith's eyes bulged and her mouth worked. Her face was brightly flushed from her exertion. She gasped desperately for air and tugged at the binding on her wrists.
But a low moan burst from her, shaking with an unmistakable note of pleasure. "Ahhh! Mmmm!"
Omigod! Judy shuddered. She likes it! She wants him to hurt her! That's what she meant!
Lowell unbuttoned the front of his sister's jacket. The garment sprang apart to fall away from her tits and belly. It hung drape-like from her shoulders and her boobs trembled, great, gleaming globes, their nipples dark and stiff. He struck her at the lower edge of her rib cage, the belt making a loud pop as it hit. Her hips snapped forward and her boobs leaped.
"Aaiiyee! Pleease!"
Lowell unbuttoned the front of his sister's jacket. The garment sprang apart to fall away from her tits and belly. It hung drape-like from her shoulders and her boobs trembled, great, gleaming globes, their nipples dark and stiff. He struck her at the lower edge of her rib cage, the belt making a loud pop as it hit. Her hips snapped forward and her boobs leaped. "Aaiiyee! Pleease!"
Lowell laid the belt on the desk behind him and gouged at her breasts, squeezing cruelly while the soft, ripe flesh bulged between his fingers. He seized a nipple and twisted it while Edith squirmed and moaned.
" 'Now!' you said. 'Right Goddamn now!' Well, how's it feel, you fucking tramp?"
"Ohhh...Oh, Lowell, please! Don't be a...self-righteous...bastard!"
He hit her in the face with his open hand. "Self-righteous! You stupid pig! You'd fuck an elephant if you could get to it!"
He ran his hand over the protruding belly, slapping it loudly and leaving the imprint of his hand, the red splotch spreading like a cancerous flower around her navel. The muscles beneath her skin churned and she twisted her shoulders while her hips jerked back and forth.
"Brutal shit!" she stormed at him. "Lie awake nights thinking how to hurt a woman?"
"Every night," he growled contemptuously. "What the fuck makes you think you're worth the effort?"
"Lowell, don't!"
"Shit! When I get hold of you, the ideas just come boiling out! You're that kind of loathesome cunt!"
"Please! Please, Lowell!"
He grabbed her swelling, wet pussy and squeezed it carelessly. Edith ground her hips in circles while her brother dug a finger and then another into her cuntmouth. One by one, his fingers all vanished into the maw of the wet cunt.
"Ahhhh! Oh, Jesus! Hard, Lowell!"
The muscles in his arm bulged and he lifted her, using the front of her cuntmouth as a handle. She jerked her knees together and yelled, pulling them up then letting her legs go limp and fall away from each other. With vicious, deliberate jerks, he snapped her up and down. Her legs flopped loosely and her tits bounced. She twisted her head from side to side as moans of agony bubbled from her lips. Judy felt sick and weak, her nature revolting at the spectacle, but her pussy hot and sticky, throbbing with a horrible excitement she couldn't suppress.
Lowell grinned wolfishly and let Edith down. He ripped his hand out of her twat and released his hold on her hair, spinning her around and jerking her viciously to him. Her breasts slammed into his chest and flattened, their sides bulging out from between the two panting bodies. He grabbed her buttocks and pulled at them, his fingertips buried in their softness.
Edith shuddered. A hard snap of her hips drove her belly against the bulge of Lowell's covered hard-on. She cried, choking sobs muffled against her brother's shoulder.
He turned her again, her side to him. Bending her at the hips, he held her torso under one arm and dug at her exposed twat from the rear. Again, he wedged his entire hand into the reddened, gaping cuntmouth and jerked her off her feet. Her body flailed as he shook it like a rag doll. She kicked and screamed and Lowell shook her more fiercely.
"You'll tear me wide open! Oh, you vicious son of a bitch! Eeeiiyy!"
"And feed you to the dogs, you miserable cunt! Dog food! That's all you're good for! Too bad old Major died. He'd fuck the daylights out of you right about now."
"Brrr! I'd a lot rather have him on me than you, you bastard!"
He gave her another violent shake. "You did that plenty of times. Want me to get that Goddamn Bowser in here?"
"Sure!" Her voice sounded suddenly eager, despite its undercurrent of agony. "Sure! Get him!"
"Fuck you, Sis. What you get this time, you get from me. You worthless bag!"
"Ohhh!" She groaned and twisted, her feet jerking.
Lowell jerked his hand free without lowering his sister. She shrieked as she dropped. Before she had regained her equilibrium, he drove a finger brutally into her ass. He buried it to the knuckle, the rest of his fist jammed into her asscheeks.
"Eeeyaghhh! No!"
With a sudden, violent twist, he flung his arm back. Edith's tortured anus clung to his finger; it elongated along it, a shiny, purple-red sheath of membrane. Her ass shook with a terrible shudder as the ripping finger jerked free.
"Ahhhh! Ohhhh! God, Lowell!"
Swinging his arm up, he brought his hand back down against her ass with an explosive slap. She shrank frantically and surged sideward.
"No, Lowell! Not that! Don't beat me!"
He slammed his palm onto her ass again and again while she writhed and pleaded. At one point, her jerked his hand back and shook it, his face contorted with pain. And he snatched up the belt and lashed it against the purpling asscheeks as if in revenge for his own discomfort.
Edith danced in a frenzy of excitement and pain. She jumped from one foot to the other, her ass bouncing wildly and her boobs flailing heavily beneath her. Lowell threw the belt aside and fumbled at the fastenings of his trousers, thrusting them off and stripping away his shorts. His cock swayed, it's massive, bulbous head bumping the tense flesh of his sister's thigh, the veined shaft rigid and swollen.
He swung Edith around, kneeing her ahead of him to the end of the desk and thrusting her over it until the top bit into the fronts of her thighs. He kicked her feet apart and she fell, lying flat with her boobs squashed under her and her cheek pressed to the polished surface. He held his cock in one hand and ground the blunt nose of the cockhead up and down in her gaping slit. The thick goo of her excitement coated the great bulb heavily, clinging to it in sticky strands. She groaned again, her voice ringing with pleasure when he pressed the brutal dome against the rim of her cuntmouth.
He smashed his hips forward, driving the immense cock to its full length in her with one abrupt, crushing blow that drove her thighs forcibly against the edge of the desk. Her feet snapped off the floor with the violence of his stroke and her knees beat against the desk.
"Aghhh! Love of Christ, Lowell!"
Without replying, he started fucking. Every stroke was a deliberately brutal hammer blow, the bony base of his cock blasting onto the swollen, pulpy bulges of her pussy with wet, loud smacks. Her body jerked forward on the desk, surging over the flattened boobs, then jerked back, rocking on them again. Her hair was all loose, spread across the gleaming surface in a tumbled, writhing mass.
"Ooh, ahhh! Fuck hard, brother! Fuck deep!"
As if his dearest wish were to thwart hers, Lowell flung his hips backward and jerked his cock out of her.
"Nooo! You rotten shit, get it in! Get it in!"
"Up your ass, baby!"
"Nooo! Nooo!"
Lowell poked the tip of his cockhead into her asscrack. Strands of her streaming cunt juice gleamed and smeared on her rounded, quivering flesh. It oozed, squeezed as if out of a cream puff, when she tightened her asscheeks and clamped them together. Her brother laughed and grabbed great handfuls of the flinching mounds of flesh, rolling them away from each other and laying her asshole open under his probing cockhead.
"NO! Lowell, please! Nooo!"
"Up your ass, Sis!" he panted and blasted against her.
The monstrous bulb wedged her ass open and plunged in, the great shaft driving from sight with it.
"Eeeyaagghh!"
Lowell's hips lashed against her. His pace reached a furious level and his balls slapped her dripping pussy. Her asscheeks bounced. Her fingers splayed at her back and her eyes bulged and her mouth gaped in a silent shriek.
"Now, by God! Now I'm getting some good out of you! That's what you really are, Sis! A fucking asshole!"
"Aaaaghh! Ooooh, Lowell! Blast me! Fuck me!"
Lowell's face had flushed to a color as deep as Edith's. He panted wildly and held his tongue between his teeth. With a convulsive thrust, he ground the base of his cock against his sister's writhing ass and held it there, his own asscheeks jerking as he spewed his cum into her gut. Edith groaned delightedly and squirmed, the play of her muscles unmistakable evidence of the ferocity of her orgasm. They strained together at the edge of the desk and Lowell worked his hands under her tortured boobs, pulling her upper torso up and letting their combined weights mash her thighs onto the brutal wood.
But their frenzy spent itself. Both bodies shook in the grip of a final tremor and began to lose their rigidity. Lowell eased his sister back down on the desk and slowly extracted his cock from her. He fell back, his shoulders drooping, and mopped his forehead with his arm.
"Jesus, Christ!" he exclaimed hoarsely.
"Mmmm!" Edith sagged limply.
Lowell untied his sister's arms and helped her off the desk. He collapsed onto the couch, Edith lying across him and clutching weakly at his arms. She stared into his face, a tremulous smile twisting her mouth.
"God, darling! What a fuck!" she exclaimed.
Lowell groaned, then laughed. "Hard work!"
"You're a brute, brother-mine." She snuggled contentedly against him. "I'm sore all over!"
"Brute! What a glutton! Doesn't Cal do anything for you?"
She chuckled ruefully. "I think the poor dear's scared of me. I've done everything I could to get him to hit me! Everything! And all he does is be a saint!"
"Better level with him, Sis."
"I can't! He's too sweet! Damn it, I love the big oaf, Lowell! But I do wish he'd beat the shit out of me just once!"
"He could do it. Christ, what a monster!"
She sighed. "Don't I know it! Just beautiful!" She added, shrugging, "Oh, well, I'll have you for a little while longer. Something to remember afterward."
"Yeah. A while."
"Lowell? You ever do it that way with Colleen?"
Lowell appeared to tense. "Huh? Colleen? She didn't go for the brute stuff, Sis. Got her tied up a few times, all right. She fucked like an insane woman! But she fought like hell, and when it was all over she threatened to cut me off for good."
"She didn't mean it."
"Like hell! Had to work like a son of a bitch to change her mind!"
"Too bad she's dead now." Edith didn't sound sorry.
Lowell grunted moodily. "Maybe just as well." Seeing his sister's startled expression, he added quickly, "Never saw anybody torn up the way she was about Oliver kicking off."