Chapter 5

There wasn't much of a service for Theodore Curtiss Parker and his wife as we planted him in the ground on the estate. I almost imagine that if there had been much soul-searching and preaching he might have opened the coffin and started ushering everybody out of his death. He didn't tolerate this hypocrisy while he was alive and he never tolerated preachers. There was quite a crowd of people there nevertheless, but they all belonged to T.C. Parker in one way or another.

Besides Estelle and Ginger and myself, there were the attorney and the servants, a couple of bankers, some oil tycoon from the Middle East and a bunch I couldn't identify and really didn't care to.

When the brief ceremony was over, my sisters and I rode back to the house with the attorney, Ralph Myer. It wasn't much of a ride and no one had anything to say until the car stopped and we got out.

"Can we all meet in the library in an hour or so? I'm sure you'll want to hear some of the details of the will." Myer wasn't really asking us; he was telling us, and when he had had his say he turned on his heels and went into the house.

"In an hour?" Estelle exclaimed. "Why wait? Hell, it all comes to the three of us, doesn't t? And since I'm the only one of maturity, I guess I'll have to be the executor. Right?"

"Why don't we wait and hear what old Myer has to say?" I said. "Somebody else might be in on the Parker pie, you know."

"I don't mean the penny ante stuff. I know he took good care of the servants. But the bulk of it, the holding companies, the oil. I've done some investigating on my own, dear brother, and you really going to be very rich eventually. But it's going to be mine until you become an adult."

I got a funny feeling about the way she said it and for a moment I was going to stand there and argue with her, but I changed my mind when I saw Ginger slowly start up the stairs. I turned away from Estelle and called to Ginger, "Hey, wait for me. Are you coming, Estelle? Somehow this funeral gave me a thirst. I want a drink."

Estelle looked at me with those cold blue eyes and slowly shook her head. It seemed that just as I had called to Ginger, Estelle's attitude changed and I could see her barefacedly examining my interest in our step-sister. Then her expression changed and she immediately went around to the side of the house for her car, I supposed.

"Would that really happen?" Ginger turned to me and gave me a dark-eyed look that I though had just a touch of fear in it.

"Would what happen?"

"Estelle. Could she control our interests in the estate?"

"I don't know," I said, and I really didn't know, but then she had been close to T.C. during the years before he remarried. Anything was possible, I thought, but I didn't say that to Ginger. "Let's go have a drink."

She followed me into the billiard room where I racked the balls on the pool table and went over to fix drinks. She took a straight brandy and I had a scotch on the rocks with a splash of water. And then I almost burst out laughing. I realized that I had drank more in the past twenty-four hours than I usually do in a week. It must be my nerves, I told myself.

"Want to play?"

"Depends on what you want to play," Ginger said with the same cool tone of voice she had used in her bedroom the night before, cool but with that underlying current of passion.

"Pool," I said and broke the triangle of balls on the green surface of the table. They made a very satisfying series of clicks and I managed to sink one. As I lined up the next shot, I noticed that Ginger was not going to play pool. But it was obvious that she did want to play and I knew damned well what it was. Still I managed to hide my interest by playing pool, running four straight before scratching.

"Had enough of that?" she said. "Now why don't we spend some time up in my room? Or would you rather I blow you right here?"

I laid the stick across the table and went over to the door and made sure that it was locked and then went back to the couch where Ginger had planted herself.

"Why not here?" I said and sat down next to her. She smiled at me and put her drink down on the floor. Then she was on me like a mad girl, whipping down my fly and pulling out my still limp cock before I had a chance to put my own drink away. I moaned softly as her cool lips parted and encircled the head of my cock and groaned when her hot, wet tongue leashed out and began a rapid tattoo on that sensitive knob. I felt myself swell in the heat of her mouth and I wanted to see how her lips stretched around my rod. I had some difficulty, too, in that awkward sitting position. So I eased myself back and gently forced her around my knees and down to the floor between my legs. She never lost a beat with her tongue nor missed a stroke with her hard-working lips. I sipped my scotch and fucked my gorgeous step-sister in the hot cavity of her head. Or rather she fucked me, as it was her head that was moving like a crazy triphammer over my cock. I looked at my watch and then back to her face and felt my groin grow tense as her hps stretched around the hard shaft of my pole. And I wondered, too, at her endurance. She had been sucking me steadily for five minutes and showed no sign of tiring.

I swallowed the last of my drink and put the glass on the arm' of the sofa. Ginger was rapidly driving me up the wall with her mouth and fingers. It seemed as though she covered every erotic nerve ending around my genitals with tongue, lips, teeth and pain-pleasure-filled fingernails. Almost without thinking, my hands roamed down and unbuttoned her blouse and sought out the firm fleshy globes of her tits. I kneaded them, pinching the nipples into hard little points which sent quivers running up and down her body.

When I finally erupted into the back of her throat I was covered with sweat and my crotch was soaked with her juicy saliva, that sweet lubricant she had used to bring me off in her mouth. I held her tits tightly and when the last of my come was sucked down her throat I let go only to have her hands quickly force my hands back to her breasts. She let my cock grow limp in the wet confines of her mouth before finally releasing it and standing up, and standing not too steadily.

She smiled down at me and licked her lips before walking back to the bar where she applied new lipstick and fixed another drink. When she returned to the sofa and me she had a dry towel with her which she used to wipe up my damp cock and balls and upper thighs. I let her have her way then, although I would have preferred to have done it myself.

"I love to suck cock," she said absently.

I stood up then and grinned. There didn't seem to be much to add to that comment. The question that I wanted to ask, like how she knew so damned much about making love, wouldn't come out. I just grinned at her and fixed my trousers, thinking somewhat guiltily that less than thirty minutes before the conclusion of this wonderful blowjob, I had been burying my father and her mother.

"I guess we better go along to the library," I said finally, but only after fixing myself another drink.

"It's early, Kevin. Show me how to shoot pool.

I stepped over to the table and picked up the stick, chalking it lightly while she came up beside me. I was intensely aware of her perfume for the first time as she nestled close to me. It disturbed my concentration, but I managed to show her how to hold the stick and aim. When she tried, she made a ball in the corner and was so very tickled that I thought she thought she had won the game. We played for a little while, but there wasn't much conversation involved. I let her win before mentioning that it was time for us to appear in the library.

Estelle may or may not have been listening to us in the billiard room, but she was there outside the door, looking for all the world as though she had just been passing by. I knew, of course, that had had heard the lock being unlatched and I knew that she must have suspected something more between Ginger and me than just a quiet game of pool.

"I was looking for you two," she said, not even slightly giving away whatever suspicions she had. "It's time to see what the hell dear old father has done to our inheritance."

"We were just going up," I said, trying my damnedest to play it as cool as Estelle had. Ginger said nothing.

I left the billiard-room door wide open so that if Estelle looked in she could see the few remaining balls on the table, the glasses and the still smoldering butts of our cigarettes. I don't think that I convinced her of anything at all, but since she didn't say anything I decided to let it go and followed the girls down the hall and up the stairs to the library.

Myer was sitting behind the desk with a mass of papers in front of him. "Close the door, Kevin, and take seats, all of you, please."

When we were settled, he coughed and began to recite all the items in the will, starting with bequests to the servants, friends, employees at various Parker offices and some people I never heard of. They were substantial endowments, I thought, but I knew that it was nowhere near a half of the Parker estate.

"There are a lot more of these kinds of bequests," Myer said after fifteen minutes. "I don't suppose that you want to hear all of them, but I'll have copies of this available for each of you." He paused and lit a cigar. "First, I want to tell you three that you are now all very wealthy young people, very wealthy indeed. But you two, Kevin and Ginger, are not legally old enough yet for full control. Estelle, of course you are of age and your inheritance is yours to do with what you like. There is no control over that.

"Well, to the details. Estelle, you have been left the estate and a trust for its maintenance, an annual income of two hundred thousand dollars a year and a lump settlement of four million when you reach the age of thirty-five."

Myer relit his cigar and then rose from the desk, almost painfully, I thought, although I didn't know why. "Kevin and Ginger, you have been left, jointly, the remainder of the estate."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It means, young man, that you and your step-sister are now the sole heirs of the Parker estate, and I mean everything that has not been turned over to your sister Estelle.

"As for money, I couldn't hazard a guess it how much you are actually worth right now, but it would be very safe to say it's somewhere in the neighborhood of a few billions of dollars. Not, of course, that you could liquidate it very quickly, but the flow of money to your accounts is more than you'll ever be able to spend. In fact, from some of your late father's oil holding companies alone, I venture to say that you're making about twenty-thousand dollars a day, every day. And then there are the mining interests, heavy machinery, manufacturing, eight banks, an insurance company and quite a variety of somewhat smaller enterprises."

I heard what he had said, but somehow it didn't seem to penetrate. I knew all my life that I was rich, but this was beyond comprehension. I knew then that I would have to spend at least the remaining years until I reached twenty-one just learning the names of what I had just been told I owned.

"You mean everything goes to them?" Estelle was on her feet, her eyes blazing with fury. "I'm the oldest. How is it that they get the holdings and I just get a lump of money?"

"Estelle, I'm sorry," Myer said. "I know how devoted you were to your father, but the will is quite specific. I hadn't wanted to read that 'editorial' part your father put in, but he specifically excludes you from any control of any of his companies. Still, you are a very wealthy young woman and with proper management of that large income, and that's after taxes, I might add, you will undoubtedly become one of the richest young women in the country."

"He promised. He promised me control." Estelle was crying and screaming. I had never seen her like this before. She seemed insane to me at that moment and I wasn't sure just what was bothering her. "He promised," she shouted and ran out of the library, slamming the door behind her.

Myer said nothing, not even bothering to cough. He just looked out the window over the Parker grounds and I thought that I saw his shoulders sag.

"Your father was a very strange man, Kevin," the attorney said, stepping back to the desk and sitting down. "I was, naturally, with him when he made out this will. I may as well tell you that I had not given my full agreement to his desires. In fact, having known both you and your sister for such a long time, I knew that Estelle would have been a most capable administrator of the fortune that your father built. Not that you will not be in time, but Estelle has devoted a large part of her education to learning about the Parker holdings. I believe she's as knowledgeable of those vast holdings as anyone in or out of the Parker organization."

I sat and listened as Myer cleared his throat a few times and continued to read the specifics of the will. The final clauses covered what would happen to Ginger and me until we reached majority. Myer and the directors of all eight banks would act as trustees for us. And then, should something happen to Ginger or myself, Estelle would get that share, and she would get all of it, should something happen to both of us before we married.

It sounded all very complicated, and it was. By the time Myer reached the end of his reading I was exhausted and confused, but my thoughts were running more to my missing sister than they were to the wealth I had just come into. I couldn't understand what had upset her so much. She was certainly not left without a dime.

The reading of the will done, I excused myself to Ginger and Myer, claiming that I had a headache, and went to my room. After showering and changing, I went looking for Estelle. She wasn't in her room and she wasn't anywhere around the house.

Down in the dining room, Ginger and Myer and a crowd of other people were sedately drinking and munching on the buffet that had been laid out. Quiet voices, forced smiles, expressions of condolence. Phony and ludicrous, I thought as I passed through the people to get to the buffet. I was starved and I guess I blew their minds when I heaped up my platter with rare roast beef and a half dozen oysters on the half shell. I found Ginger in a corner, alone then, as Myer had gone off with one of the bankers for a private talk.

"Hello, rich kid," I said, sitting next to her. "Aren't you eating anything?"

"Not hungry like that," she said, smiling. "But I could stand a drink."

"Me, too," I said and looked around to catch the eye of one of the maids who was passing drinks around. I took two martinis from her tray and gave her a smile which made her blush. And that was the first inkling I had of what kind of power money has. A week before the girl would hardly have noticed me, and now . . . Hell, I thought, if I had asked her to strip right there in front of everyone she probably would have been naked before I could put my glass down.

Ginger sipped her drink and made a funny face. "I never tasted martinis before," she said. "But it's not bad. I want to get very drunk."

"Better cool it," I said. "Our trustee is with us and he might not approve. And he does control our purses for a few years."

She laughed and drained her glass, reaching out to take another from the same maid who obviously knew who we were. I just ate and sipped the martini slowly between bites of beef and oyster.

"Have you seen Estelle?"

Ginger shook her head. "But I heard Myer ask one of the servants and he said that she had gone for a drive. Do you think that she was very up set?"

It was my turn to laugh. "I think that my sister is easily upset about things like power. You know, it just occurred to me that it was not the money so much as the power that the Parker holdings represent. I think you and I were chosen by th J man for just that reason. I think that father feared what the power he had would become in the hands of my sister."

Ginger gave me a funny look. I waited for her to say something, but she just drank her martini. She took another from the same maid who who was standing discreetly by but ever watchful of our needs, and I wondered if Ginger was going to get as drunk as she had said she wanted to. By the time I finished my first martini she was finishing her third. I decided that she was going to get drunk and gave the maid a wink and motioned to her to be sure to take care of my stepsister. The girl nodded, understanding perfectly, I supposed, and moved a pace or two closer to Ginger's chair

"I'm going to mingle," I said, getting up. "If you don't feel too good, she'll take care of you," I added, nodding to the maid.

"I'll be all right as soon as these people leave " she said and she did< sound all right. "Kevin," she said in a whisper, "come up to my room when they've left."

I nodded and walked away, not sure that I really wanted to go to her room when everyone had gone. I was still very much thinking about Estelle and her behavior at the reading. And I wondered, too, if what I had conjectured about power and her was, after all, not really true. She had displayed that kind of savagery before, and I was reminded of her treatment of Rose that long-ago summer.

The last of the mourners left around midnight and when I was ready to turn in I remembered Ginger's request to stop by. I wasn't really up to seeing her by then, but I stopped anyway, opening her door when she didn't respond to my knock. I was almost relieved to see that the maid had put her to bed and that she was sleeping very soundly. The day and the drinks and the realization of what had befallen me made me more tired than I had realized while I was talking, listening and trying to look intelligent among my late father's old cronies. I closed Ginger's door and went to my room.

Whether Myer had spoken to everyone about Estelle or not, I never knew, but during the entire evening no one mentioned her name. It was almost as though everyone but I had been told about the change in the Parker management. She was suddenly an outsider to them, and I could feel the obsequiousness all around me during the evening because it was suddenly me who held most of their fortunes. By the time I finally crawled into bed I was almost beginning to believe it myself.

But there was no sleep. I turned out the light and turned it on again. I read and I threw the book away, and I turned on the television and switched it off. Finally I took a couple of aspirin for the headache that finally developed and tried to sleep. And I guess that I actually dozed off for a little while and would have enjoyed a good night's rest. But I was up about one-thirty, head pounding and cock screaming with the hot excitement of my sister's mouth.

The light was on and the radio was playing softly, but the music didn't blot out the sweet slurping sounds of Estelle's mouth as it worked up and down, tongue lashing, lips squeezing, teeth grazing and fingers playing over my scrotum and my cock. I moaned because I was genuinely fatigued, but the cock-mind held me rigid for he warm, wet mouth and I couldn't protest at all. cleared the almost sleep from my eyes and looked down at her beautiful blonde head, watched her thralled as it bobbed up and down over my throbbing manhood, shooting ever increasing spasms of electric fire racing through my body. She never lifted her eyes to look at me, and I knew that she knew I was looking at her, watching her intently, avidly, hypnotized by the sight and the feeling of this beautiful woman sucking my penis and knowing that she wanted to suck it until I shot every last drop of my sperm deep into the dark hot cavern of her mouth.

When I ejaculated at last, she finally lifted her head, so quickly, it fact, that I was still coming when her lips cleared the head of my cock and some of my semen still pumped out of the red eye of my dong. Estelle laughed as she looked at me and then reached out her hand and milked the last drops of come from my cock, letting its juicy flow trickle between her fingers. Very deliberately and seemingly mockingly she lifted her hand to her full red hps and licked my come from her fingers.

I wasn't sure then whether to be intrigued or sick at her action, but I was still throbbing with a post-orgasm hard, my heart beating wildly and my head spinning with the dizzying excitement of her blowjob.

"Wasn't that better than Ginger?"

Obviously she had heard us in the billiard room, I thought, but I wasn't going to admit anything. But was it better than our step-sister's tantalizing mouth? I was too tired and too mentally confused to have given myself any kind of realistic answer. After all, when you're not near the cocksucker you love then you love the cocksucker vou're near. I tried to smile and then felt very giddy and burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?"

Her tone made me sober for a moment, but only a moment. I smiled again and shook my head. Whatever it was that made me laugh couldn't be explained in words of two or fewer syllables at two in the morning to a horny sister. "Get up here," I said, still chuckling, "and settle your saddle down over my mouth. I want to eat your cunt. Come here, darling sister." I laughed again as I used her own 'darling' word on her. But she didn't protest and I knew then that she had been smoking her special brand of joints. Her eyes were glassy in a most erotic way and I desired her and that desire made her want what I was going to do to her.

She climbed up over my body slowly, her firm thighs rubbing each inch of my flesh with their soft heat. I reached down and cupped her breasts, squeezing them until the nipples throbbed woth firmness and she moaned with delight each tittie my fingers flicked them, scratched at them or pinched them tightly. She was seemingly suspended over my body for a long time, glorying in the pleasure-pain of my manipulations of her nipples, but she relented at last and climbed the remaining inches over my chest and opened her crotch wide for me, her thighs spread over my shoulders and my arms under her. She wriggled down and I sniffed the perfume of her love pouch, felt the slight tickle of her pubic hair as it brushed over my lips and then the pungent, exciting taste of her already damp slit. I stabbed my tongue into her hot purse, lashing up and down and burrowing deep into her hole before withdrawing and riding the edges of her pubes delicately, teasingly, until I touched the nub of her joy. Then I crushed her ample buttocks between my fingers, pulling her cunt down full on my mouth. Lips circled over the hot core of her excitement, I whipped out my tongue and danced madly over the sweet screaming nerves of her clitoris. My teeth made contact with the sides of her pink cunt-flesh as her weight bore down on me and my lips were spread wide. It was as though she wanted me to devour her, suck out her insides, chew them apart and crawl headfirst into her feminine warmth. Instead, I worked my hands under her ass and between her thighs, using them as leverage to force her slightly back from my gasping, hungry mouth. It provided me with more room in which to work the sensitive folds of her cunt and when her cries filled the room over the sound of the radio I knew that I was giving her the same kind of oral pleasure that she had given me minutes before.

Her final moan was accompanied by a driving thrust down onto my face, but my hands were there to protect me from being suffocated. I eased her curvaceous body back from my head and let her collapse, let her dripping pussy rest on my chest. She continued to rotate her hips, pressing her cunt down on the hair of my chest, until the last spasms of her orgasm ebbed from her hot, now sweaty body. Slowly then she slid down my torso, contact between our bodies total but lubricated by our love-smoldered perspiration. As her great boobs passed over my face I reached up and took them, crushing their erotic weight between my fingers and guiding one nipple into my mouth to suck until I thought I was going to draw blood before switching to the other side and worrying that one into even more intense sensitivity.

When I let her go and she slid down to a comfortable position astride me I felt my head clear slightly and felt my cock slowly rise to meet the steamy crevice between her thighs. It took only a gently forceful push to get her to slip the remaining inches down to my cock and only a few hip-humping movements to bury the end of that throbbing member in the hot, wet folds of her pussy. As soon as she felt my knob knocking at her door, she rolled her hips down and impaled herself completely on my fleshy staff, moaning and wiping her face and lips over and over my chest. I eased into a comfortable position and let her ass vibrate with all the excitement I needed to keep hard and thrilled.

She passed that moment where her first orgasm was still active and then the valley of her erotic curve rose to another peak. She lifted her upper torso from mine, her arms extended down on either side of my shoulders to give her the necessary leverage to really slam her cunt down over my cock. She worked like a dervish, her pelvis stroking down over my cock until I could feel the plump of her underthighs gently crushing against my balls. I spread my own legs wider to let my tender sack into the protection of my crotch, but it only served to make Estelle more energetic in her movements. She arched her back and threw her head back in some wild moment of ecstasy that made her look to the ceiling of my room but I could tell that she was not looking or seeing anything; she was just feeling and thinking and knowing and learning all there was to know about me through the rigid end of my libido.

I never looked at the clock when she finisjed and I had come deep in her hot cunt. I was dazed and fatigued, emotionally and physically, almost beyond thinking very clearly, but I was suddenly not tired, not sleepy though my body ached with the desire to fall into a deep and dreamless sleep. All I could do was look and wonder and marvel at her endurance. She stayed astride me for many minutes after our mutual orgasms, my second and god-only-knows how many for her, before rolling over to the side of me and dripping my own come from between her legs.

With any other woman it would have been a moment or more of gentleness, of cuddling close to my body and letting the last of her emotional tilt seep slowly away. But not Estelle. She stretched out beside me, but I noticed that her eyes were still wide open, not as glassy as they had been before, but still not really quite right. I put my arm around her head, but she pushed it away.

"Don't get so fucking sentimental," she said, getting up from the bed. "How about some smoke? I got some really great stuff here. Want to try?"

I shook my head. "Not particularly. But I'll get a drink. Want one?"

"Hell no. That fucking booze does shit for your sex life. Keep that up, little brother, and you won't be a damned bit of good for anyone."

"I don't like your cigarettes," I said, getting up from the bed myself and walking away from Estelle to the cabinet where I kept my booze. I fixed a drink and got a regular cigarette, one with a label on it and from a package with an official stamp.

Estelle laughed and lit up a stick from her little stash in the pocket of her robe. I was suddenly numb with the day's activities. It seemed to me that all I had done since I arrived at the ancestral home was fuck, and suck and be sucked and get drunk. All of a moment it seemed to be hitting me very hard, yet I wasn't all that tired, rather all that sleepy. I sipped my drink and felt the stirrings of a second wind, but I tried to let it escape. I knew that I had to sleep and that what I was feeling was fust a psychological thing, bound to pass very quickly and leave me feeling lousier than I had ever felt in my life.

"Aren't you coming back to bed?"

I guess that I must have been looking off into the dim space of my room. I hardly heard Estelle's voice, and when I did it still seemed far away, but whether that was from my own fatigue or from the effects of what she was smoking I couldn't tell.

I nodded to her and walked back across the room, glass in one had, butt in the other. She had already jumped back onto my bed, spread-legged and inviting, although she knew damned well that I wasn't able to do a fucking thing for her quite literally.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I sipped the straight scotch, letting it burn some of the cigarette cobwebs from my throat, but actually trying to see if it would wake me. I wasn't really ready for straight scotch at that time in my life, but I managed to keep if all down and after the first few pulls on the glass I found that it didn't burn any more.

She rolled over and I could feel her warm breath against my hips. I wasn't surprised then when her wet mouth pressed against one of the twitchy nerves there, but I made the necessary reflexes and heard her raunchy laugh. When I turned to look down at her, she blew some of her opiated smoke into my face and then buried her face over my crotch, taking the much-used cock into the heat of her head and sucking madly for a few minutes before letting go and taking a final drag on her joint. I was still limp even though I had felt the tantalizing suction of her mouth and felt her fingers play with my balls. And I didn't give a damn. Turning away from her again, I finished off the last of the scotch and plopped down full length on the bed next to her.

"Come on, Kevin," she cooed in my ear, flicking a dagger of hot wet tongue into it at the same time. "I want to fuck some more, darling, and I'm not going to let you sleep until you get it up again."

"Can't," I said, shaking my head and still shaking it even as I felt her mouth slide down my body, over the nipples and hair of my chest and down my belly until her hot cavity once more engulfed my limp stem. "No use," I protested and decided to hell with it and let her have her way. She sucked and licked, her tongue doing a wild dance over the numb end of my manhood and all the time I was thinking of how great it was to have a beautiful sister to suck me off into dreamland, but that was all she was doing, sucking me and tickling me into a slumber. There was no more erotic feeling left in my body, I thought.

"Get hard, you bastard," she said, lifting her head and squeezing the shaft of my cock so hard that I woke from the near sleep I was in. "Get hard, or so help me, I'll bite your cock off."

"You're crazy," I mumbled and closed my eyes one more time only to feel the sudden sharp edges of her teeth as they closed around the head of my cock. Without thinking I slapped out and caught her by the side of the head, knocking her mouth away from my dong. "Are you trying to kill me?" I was very awake then and sitting up, looking at my prick to see if she had done any kind of damage. Fortunately, and I mean fortunately for her, she had not drawn blood, but I could see the imprint of her teeth just under the head of my penis.

"I had to wake you," she said, her voice slow and muddled by the pot she had been using for god knows how long that day since she had ran from the library.

I pulled out from under her voluptuous weight and went back to the cabinet for another drink. I took it quickly and held my breath, waiting for the sting in my cock, to subside, and I didn't let it go until I felt only a relieving numbness return. "You're bats," I said and poured another drink, sipping that one very slowly as I made my way back to the bed.

"I'm sorry," she said, sitting up in the middle of the rumpled sheets. "But I had to wake you up, my darling brother."

"For crissakes, don't you ever get enough?"

"Not from you. We've got a lot to make up," she said, twisting her ass down onto the mattress and throwing her chest back to make her boobs stand out even more deliciously than they did anyway.

I took another swig from the glass of scotch and felt it burn down my throat, not nearly as satisfyingly as it had been before. Then I stretched out on the bed again, but I kept my eyes open, warily watching Estelle as she sat still in the middle of the bed. "Why don't you go back to your own room? I've had it, and I don't think I'll ever be able to get it up until I get some sleep."

"Got just the thing here," she said, slipping off the bed and picking up her robe. Seems that she didn't come unprepared. Before I could protest,. she was off the the head and returning with a glass of water. Then she shoved the pills at me.

"What're these?"

"Something to make the sleepy go away for a little while," she said, still offering the pills to me. "Come on, Kevin. Take these and you'll feel wonderful. I promise that they won't hurt you."

"But what are they?" I was already half asleep, but I knew that she would never let me alone until I shoved the blocks to her again.

"Just something to keep you awake, darling," she cooed, and I should have known that I was in trouble by the sound of her voice.

I reached out and took them with one hand, the water with the other. I was surrendering, I told myself, and that was something that I should not have done then or ever, but I told myself I was tired and couldn't think straight.

I suppose that I expected an instant reaction, but none came. So I dropped my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes. Strange, I thought, Estelle was just humming softly in tune with the radio which had not been turned off. But I was glad that she wasn't trying to bother me into another erection. Her humming didn't bother me at all; in fact, it was almost soothing as I felt my body relax and the easy looseness of rest come over me. If she had given me something to keep me awake, I thought, she had done the wrong thing. I was dreaming already and my body floated away from Parker's palace, Estelle and Ginger and money. I didn't care at all any more.

Up, up and away on the euphoric wings of sleep and the body rest that I so desperately needed then and I felt it all with glowing colors soft and pastel and counterpointed with warm blacks and nothingness.

Only it wasn't really that way. I woke totally refreshed in what seemed like hours later, but it was not hours, it was fust ten or fifteen minutes, remember suddenly opening my eyes wide and yet I couldn't see too clearly but even that seemed to be normal. Some inner reflex made me look at the clock and I could hardly believe that it had only been ten minutes or so since I closed my eyes and for a moment I thought that it was another day, and I would have believed it if she had said it was. But somewhere deep down knew that it was not. Unless, I told myself that dizzying night, she had come back to my room and put herself in exactly the same place as she had been when I had seen her last, dressed the same way and looking as horny as she had then But it was really only ten or so minutes later. Yet it could have been a couple of days or years later and whenever it was it didn't really matter one damned bit for I was refreshed and wide awake and seeing nothing before me, not even the clock after a few seconds, except Estelle, naked, desirable, passionately waiting for the hard thrust of my cock into the hot, wet center of her sex.

She saw my eyes open and she moved at me, her body warm, sinuous, a coiling mass of heated flesh that was eager to engulf my rigid manhood into the depths of her steamy core. I felt removed and yet every nerve in my body tingled with the anticipation of her touch, the breathless moment when her flesh would join with mine and we, brother and sister, would experience something far beyond what we had played with before.

She smiled that crazy smile and wiped her big tits over the ragged nerve-endings of my thighs and then across the throbbing head of my cock. My arms felt weightless as I reached down and took her warm globes of flesh between my fingers, pinching the nipples into stiffness and gently pulling her body down until her parted, wet lips were just a fraction of an inch above the pulsating red knob of my manhood. She closed the distance and I felt a shudder of relief and thrill at the same time as her tongue flicked out and grazed the crazy underpart of my cock head. I thrust my hips forward to try to sink my prick between her hps, but she managed to move back just far enough to avoid the penetration, while her tongue continued its maddening staccato on the end of my dong.

I released her boobs and put my hands behind her head, pulling her face down roughly, but she resisted me, and I was too light-headed and feather-armed to force her. It seemed as though all the strength of my arms had evaporated and even my fingers felt like over-cooked pasta. But I need not have complained for her tongue never stopped its wild flicking over and under the head of my cock. The pleasure jolts were driving me mad, yet I was incapable of making her bring the full circle of her mouth around my cock, too weak in every muscle except that throbbing staff of flesh to make her do what I wanted to have done.

Suddenly she stopped and twirled her sleek hips around and over my head. Actually it didn't happen all that quickly, but it seemed that it had. From the one maddening moment, where she was straddled over my legs and her tongue whipped the head of my prick so delicately, to the next, where her cunt was pressing down over my mouth, was like the clicking change in a sideshow. But the thoughts seemed to make it much longer even though I knew that it could not have been more than that tantalizing instant wherein she twisted her body around until my cock was her tonguetip and her earth-smelling pussy crushing down over my hips.

As I spread her pubes wider to make the delicate pink flesh of her cunt more accessible to my mouth, she opened her own mouth wide and took the entire length of my manhood into that moist inferno. I gasped with delight as her lips clamped around the shaft and moaned through her fleshy core when her tongue whipped the knob of my cock violently and recklessly.

I shafted my stiff tongue into her honeypot and licked her sweet moisture like a madman. I was driven by the earthy scent of her box and felt my senses ebb away with each thrust of my tongue into her hot, tight, cunt hole and then come crashing back again as her mouth worked its own magic on the head of my cock.

We ate and sucked each other for what seemed hours-and it was, at least in that time-collapse syndrome of the pills she had given me. Yet I could not think of the morning coming or what had happened only a few minutes before because that was all history and I was living that night with Estelle in the most complete capsule of erotic warmth that I had ever experienced. For us there was no tomorrow, had been no yesterday and the only future was the swelling knob of flesh she held in her mouth and the palpitating little nub of her clit that I held between my teeth as my tongue worked it furiously and her love juices slurped down my chin and into my mouth.

When our emotions peaked and we came together it was like a great red cloud being lifted from me. Or was it only that she had extricated her ass from over my face and had finally let go of my still rigid cock?

We were covered with sweat and the sheets were warmly damp where I had been lying on my back, but strangely cool where our bodies had not been. I was still in a kind of trance, I guess from the pills, but I was certainly not tired, and what amazed me most of all was the fact that my cock, having just erupted into Estelle's mouth, was still not growing limp and I could feel desire pulsating away there even though I knew that I had been more than satisfied with her mouth.

Estelle knew what to expect and when I turned to her, she looked down at my still hard cock and laughed, but she must have been glad that it was like that. She mouthed words to that effect, but I couldn't understand her or I couldn't hear her. But she leaned over and wrapped her cool long fingers around the hot pole and stroked it slowly, letting me see that with each squeezing pull upward she could get a drop of my semen still from the orgasm that she had just tasted in her mouth. I felt the familiar pleasure sensations with each stroke, but it was different somehow, almost as if I had been satisfied mentally myself and now I was simply watching my sister jack off somebody else's rigid cock. Naturally I knew it was my cock, but then I had that strange feeling that I wasn't really there at all even though I could feel what she was doing to me.

I took her gentle strokes for as long as I could before I pulled her around next to me, rolled her over onto her back and opened her long legs wide, pushing her firm full thighs back until they touched her breasts and then I shoved my rigid meat into her welcoming hole. She broke my grip on her legs and wrapped them around my back, beating her heels down on the sweaty flesh of my buttocks. I slammed in and out of her honeypot, feeling its delicious warmth through my entire body and yet listening like some stranger in another room to the squishing sounds my cock-plunger made in her cunt.

She lowered her legs until just the calves were resting on the backs of my own legs and then she pulled my face down to press against her full bosom. My tongue flicked out and took one rigid nipple teasingly. I wanted to flick that nipple in the same way that she had played with the head of my cock with her tongue, and when I heard her squeal and finally push my head over to the other nipple I knew that I had succeeded. And all the while my hips pumped in and out of her steamy core, mv strokes matched by her twitching ass as it rose from the mattress to meet my onslaught. She crushed me suddenly between her thighs and held my movements frozen for an endless moment while she milked my cock with her orgasm-flowing vagina. What little movements I was finally able to make brought me off, too, and I filled her cunt with another flow from my seemingly bottomless supply.

Estelle held me tightly in her arms as we both relaxed in the quiet aftermath of our love battle. Once again I dropped my head on her marshmallowy tits, but I was too strung out to lick their softening nipples.

She surprised me then, although now it seems very vague, but she gently placed her hands over my head and lowered her mouth almost to my ear. I knew she said what she was saying. I remembered it the next morning and I heard her repeat on the following days.

"Let me have control of the companies, Kevin," she whispered. "You know that I know more about them than you'll ever learn. It wouldn't take much. And you'd be free to do whatever you want to, forever, and there would never be any worry about money or all the nonsense that it takes to handle the companies and the other holdings."

It seemed weird that morning, and I couldn't really say what I answered. Her words penetrated, but the meaning didn't and then it didn't matter all that much. I guess I fell asleep on her. She was gone when I woke up at nearly noon.

Whatever it was that Estelle had given me the night before, bennies, I suspected, gave me a helluva hangover. My mouth was cottony and my legs felt like I had just run for the last twenty-four hours. And in one sense that was exactly what I felt like I had been doing, running ever since I had arrived at my childhood home, Parker's palace. Or would it be Estelle's palace from now on?

After breakfast and a few drinks, I felt better. Not much better, but better. I suppose that I felt better, too, because I managed to avoid everyone, the bankers and Myer and Ginger and Estelle and the others who had stayed the night in the many guest rooms. T felt a great desire to be left alone for a few hours, even a few days or weeks, and I remembered my sailboat.

The cook fixed me a cold lunch and a six-pack of beer which I nearly finished before she finished making the lunch. But there was more and I packed the whole thing down to the boat house, still without seeing anyone roaming the grounds except the caretakers.

I guess that I was perhaps fifty or sixty yards from shore when I heard my name called, but I didn't turn around. I had to be alone, and the open sea was just the place.