Chapter 9
Estelle was nowhere around the next morning. I had been to breakfast, a stonily silent breakfast for just Ginger and myself. The cook, usually so friendly to me, shrugged and left. It was her day off and she and her caretaker husband were going to town. I thought nothing of it at the time. Why should I have? The servants were entitled to their free time, and what little contact I had had with them over the past weeks was so slight that most of them seemed like strangers to me.
Somewhere between the grapefruit and the bacon and eggs, I began to wonder about Estelle, but I kept my thoughts and ponderings to myself. I didn't want to worry Ginger. She was already frightened enough.
I was surprised that I felt as good as I did. I had expected one helluva hangover from my amorous night with Ginger and the bottle of brandy, but my head was quite clear. But then I knew that I had had plenty of rest since the afternoon I had spent with Estelle. And Alice? She, too, was absent. Conspiracy? I threw out the thought as being something that belonged to the realm of Ginger's fantasies. Only that and nothing more. Still....
"You're very quiet this morning," Ginger said.
I was about to tell her about my concern over Estelle's whereabouts when the Mercedes pulled up to the front entrance. I got up from the table and walked across the patio in time to see Estelle, Alice and the chauffeur get out of the car and enter the house. The chauffeur was carrying two small overnight cases which led me to believe that Alice and Estelle had spent the night in town. For what reason I couldn't imagine, but I sensed that it was nothing more than one of Estelle's crazy nights, probably an orgy and a contact to pick up her supply of pot and pills. They didn't look up at me as I leaned over the railing and when they had closed the door behind them, I walked back and finished my breakfast.
"Who was that?"
I told Ginger. "So what? They live here, you know," I said, still trying to figure out whether Ginger was lying about the threats, or if Estelle was just cunning enough to completely ignore the fact that Ginger had told me about them.
"I want to leave," Ginger said. "It scares me to be here while she's around, especially with him and that maid."
I tried to forget the afternoon I had spent with 'that maid' and Estelle, but voluptuous visions of the red-head swam before me.
We were finishing our coffee silently when Estelle came out to join us. She smiled vacantly, still high from something, I thought, and sat down, helping herself to the rest of the scrambled eggs and a piece of cold toast.
"Good morning, little brother," she finally said, looking for all the world like she had just been the guilty cat amid the canary feathers. I nodded and poured another cup of coffee, waiting, I'm sure, for her to acknowledge Ginger's presence, but Estelle simply turned her attention to her food, nibbling indifferently at the toast between forksful of
egg."
"I've got the papers here for you to sign," Estelle said after she had pushed the plate away from herself. "It's just a little old power of attorney that will enable me to act in your behalf for the good of the Parker Industries." She pulled out some papers from her big handbag and shoved them over to me along with a pen.
I looked at the papers without reading them. I knew what they meant, but I still couldn't believe that Estelle was really that naive to think that I would sign them. It was my turn then to smile at my sister, my lover-sister and from somewhere deep inside myself I found the courage to de y her. "I don t think that I can sign anything like this, darling sister."
"Don't be difficult, Kevin," Estelle said. "I think that you ought to sign and let me handle the affairs. After all, you won't be hurting for anything, and it would avoid a long court battle which you'll lose. I mean a mere boy fucking his step-sister and carrying on with the maid is hardly the type that would qualify as a proper administrator of such vast holdings as the Parker empire."
"See you in court," I snarled and turned to Ginger who was sitting silently and very frightened. "C'mon, Ginger, I think that we'd better pack up and pay a visit to Mr. Myer."
I took her hand and led her from the table and across the patio without looking back at Estelle. But it ws as far as we got. Alice and the chaffeur were standing in the doorway, blocking our way. At least it looked like they were blocking our way, but I decided to bluff it out and, holding Ginger's hand, we walked right towards them.
The chauffeur was a big muscular type, not unhandsome if you go for the kind, and I knew that I wouldn't have a chance in a fight with him. But there was an obsequious flicker in his eyes that I took to be a strong reluctance to lay a hand on the body of the boy who had the money. For an instant I thought that my bluff would work, but then Estelle's voice broke the silence.
"Take them up to the maid's room," she said very coldly. "And see that they are well secured."
I turned to her, but the chauffeur suddenly had his hand on my shoulder. I started to slap it away when I saw the gun in his hand. Ginger cried out and I could feel her hand tighten in mine.
"This way," the chauffeur said, nudging the gun into my belly and gently pushing me through the doorway. Alice had stepped aside and I couldn't detect anything more in her face than the vacant look of too much of Estelle's pot. I gave her a dirty look and walked on, still holding Ginger by the hand.
On the way up to the maid's room, the special maid's room, I could hear Estelle whistling some mindless tune as she followed behind us. The chauffeur opened the door and pushed me and Ginger inside.
We stood there for a minute until Estelle and Alice joined us, my sister smiling her devil grin and the red-head still looking vacantly off to some scene from her doped mind.
"Get naked, both of you," Estelle said as she closed the door. "Get out of your goddamn clothes. You first, little cunt."
"Don't do it," I said, holding Ginger's hand and pulling her close to me. "You won't get away with this, Estelle," I added somewhat more dramatically than I though possible.
"Get naked," she repeated. Then she surprised me by pulling a gun of her own out of her handbag. I watched as she checked the cylinder and then stepped over behind Ginger and myself. I turned and saw her place the muzzle in Ginger's ear and heard the shattering noise as she pulled the hammer back. "Get naked, little cunt. I want to see all of you and try to understand just what you've got that had my father so intrigued."
"Estelle, don't be crazy," I said and tried to move, but the chauffeur jammed the gun into my belly again.
"Get over there, Kevin," Estelle said, moving the gun from Ginger's ear for a second and pointing to the bed. I moved away from my stepsister and walked slowly over to the bed. "That's better. Now, little minx, get your damned clothes off or I'll have Jack here rip them off."
Ginger was whitefaced with fear, but she slowly took her clothing off. I grimaced a lot inwardly, but I was somewhat relieved that Estelle had stepped back and had heard the reassuring click of the gun's hammer returning to a safer position. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I watched as Ginger peeled out of her clothes right down to her bare feet and stood ashen in front of Estelle.
"Well, that's very nice, Ginger. Yes, I can see where the old boy could have been turned on with a cunt like you. Now, baby, get onto the saddle."
"Leave her alone," I said, starting to get up, but muscle pushed me back.
"Help her get settled, Alice, and make sure that she's well secured."
The red-headed maid seemed to come out of her stupor for a few minutes as she expertly forced Ginger into the contraption, fastening the frightened girl with leather straps. I felt that I shouldn't look at Ginger in that damned thing, her lovely legs spread wide and her plump round bottom forced high into the air. Her bottom holes were stretched open from the position and despite myself I could feel my cock begin to swell at the sight.
Satisfied that Ginger was secure, Estelle turned to me and the chauffeur. "Now, brother dear, get naked. Or should I have Alice strip you? Or Jack?"
I gave her a disgusted look and then turned to the chauffeur. He waved his gun at me and I knew there was nothing else to do except get naked. I stood up and undressed, dropping my clothes on the floor.
I was embarrassed more than frightened at the moment, but I couldn't conceal my rapidly stiffening cock even by sitting back down on the bed. I heard Estelle laugh.
"Stretch out on the bed, little brother," she said. "That's right. Fasten his wrists and ankles as I showed you, Jack."
Suddenly the muscle was grabbing an arm, slipping it through a stout leather belt. He fastened it so quickly that it was immobile before I could think of swinging my free arm at him. And he was just as wise to that move, too, pressing the muzzle of the gun under my nose and telling me to be still. I froze and let him finish putting my other arm into the strap on the other side.
He grabbed an ankle and I couldn't resist kicking him in the chest with my free foot. He had had to put the gun on the floor and I felt momentarily cocky enough to start fighting. But Estelle was here in an instant, pressing her gun against my head. I wanted to laugh as I thought that she was a damned fine fast-draw artist from her handbag.
I relaxed and let the bastard secure my ankles but I knew that I had hurt him a little bit. He made the straps a little tighter than really called for.
"All right, Estelle," I said. "This has gone far enough. Give me the damned paper and I'll sign. Just let Ginger and me go."
She laughed, throwing her head back and shaking it from side to side. "But darling brother, we've not any fun yet." She turned to Jack who was eyeing Ginger's provocative rear end with obvious lust. "Okay, Jack, you've been a good boy. Want to taste some of the cunt's talents? Give her a good fuck for me while I play a little game with Kevin."
Jack slipped out of his uniform in quick time, and I could see his stiff cock standing out in front of him like a lance. I turned away from the scene that was about to begin, but Estelle gently nudged my head around so that I could only avoid Ginger's rape by closing my eyes.
"Built like a stallion, isn't he, Kevin? Maybe if Ginger doesn't wear him out I'll let him fuck you a little bit, too. Would you like that?" I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. "But don't worry about that," she said, "you're all for me."
As I turned away from the cry of pain by Ginger, I saw Estelle undress. It had always been an exciting thing to watch my sister strip out of her clothing before she would climb into my bed, and I wondered why then under the circumstances I was still anxious to see her body. I wanted to be disgusted and I was disgusted, but disgusted with only a part of my being. That other, more devilish part, gripped me and I could feel my prick swell as I watched my sister's naked body undulate back towards me and then felt her cool body glide down over my naked chest and her hands, strangely warm and damp, settle around my genitals, deft fingers encircling my shaft and slowly tightening until the blood throbbed and I could almost feel pain through the intense pleasure.
"My, how hard it is," Estelle said.
I only half listened to her and I tried to force her from my mind, but it wasn't easy. From across the room I could hear Ginger's moaning and pleading slowly turn to sounds of pleasure. I looked over and saw Jack sinking his big cock slowly in and out of the girl's pussy, catching slimy highlights over its entire length as he withdrew and hearing the moan of satisfaction escape from Ginger's hps. Combined with my sister's experienced manipulations and the sights and sounds of the rape of Ginger, I felt that I was just about ready to come.
"Now, Alice," Estelle commanded.
I looked up in time to see Alice whom I had almost forgotten lean over my crotch and pack handful after handful of crushed ice around my balls and cock. The shock was immediately coming. My cock still stood hard in Estelle's hand, but when she pulled her hand away, I slowly began to feel the chill creeping through my balls and up the shaft of my prick.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I just want to preserve you for a little while. But you can enjoy the sights and you won't become come so aroused that you'll spoil your beautiful come before I have a chance to enjoy it. Pack it in good, Alice."
"You're nuts. You've lost your mind, Estelle," I cried out as the cold began to turn to pain. My teeth began to chatter and I knew that I was stuttering as I shouted obscenities at my sister. But she just made her laugh echo around the room, counterpointing the squishy sounds of Ginger's rape and her passionate cries of pleasure. "Stop it. For god's sake, Estelle, get the fucking ice off of me. Ill freeze to death. Get it off."
"You won't freeze, little brother," she said, rising from the bed and taking what little warmth I had away with her body. "Besides, you can keep warm listening to the warm sounds of your girl friend's ass being paddled. That's very exciting." Again she gave me her crazy laugh, but by then I was too concerned over the state of my crotch, being deep frozen at the moment.
"Get it over with, Jack," Estelle said. I turned to them and saw Jack pull out of Ginger's cunt with a pop and wanted to smile, but the cold had chilled all the laughter from my body. "Alice will finish you off." She turned to the red-head and nodded.
Alice didn't hesitate. She stopped packing ice around my balls and got out of her clothes. Even with the chill in my groin, I felt a twinge of excitement as the red-head revealed her beautiful body.
"Suck him off, Alice. Then you get eaten by little Miss Muffet," Estelle said, picking up the leather-covered paddle she had used on Alice that wild afternoon a hundred years ago. I watched in fascination as my sister swung the paddle, heard it slap against the smooth-fleshed bottom of Ginger. I saw too how it left its imprint on her cheek and how that fleshy mound of buttock quivered. Estelle brought the paddle down again and again before Ginger screamed.
"Oh, that's good, Ginger," Estelle cried, swinging the paddle down again. "Louder, you little bitch. I want to hear you beg to eat my cunt. Say it, damn you, say it." Estelle, however, hardly gave the screaming, sobbing girl a chance. She just rained blows down on both cheeks of the girl's buttocks until I could see from across the room that the welts had blended into a single mass of brilliant red.
"Stop it," I cried, shouting at the top of my lungs. "For god's sake, Alice, Jack, stop her," I added, finally looking to the side where Alice was on her knees, her mouth busy gobbling the thick cock of the brawny chauffeur. "Please stop her. I'll give you anything. Anything."
But Jack, his eyes clouded with obvious lust as his penis was being mouthed by Alice, simply shook his head and smiled.
I screamed at Estelle again and again and nearly grew hoarse before I was aware of the silence in the room. Mercifully, I thought, Ginger had passed out and Estelle had exhausted herself, but as my own nerves began to settle I could hear the muffled sobs of Ginger and the cooing voice of Estelle. When I looked over to the saddle contraption I could see why. Estelle's legs were wrapped around Gingers head and her hips were rotating in pleasurable rhythm to what could only have been Gingers tongue in my sister's cunt.
I closed my eyes and tried to think out the cold in my loins and the sight of Estelle being eaten by Ginger. For a split second I even imagined that Estelle in her perverse way had managed to make Ginger an easy convert to her ways of lovemaking. But the thought made me angry and with considerable effort I flipped my hips up and down on the mattress until I felt some of the ice fall away. I was still numb, but very slowly I could feel the warmth of the air get to my poor frozen genitals. I wondered for a moment if anyone had noticed, but Estelle was still engrossed with Ginger's mouth at her snatch and Alice and Jack had switched positions. He was sixy-nining her on the floor. I relaxed slightly and felt the ice beneath my buttocks quickly turning to water. I was still cold as hell down there but considerably more comfortable than I had been.
When I opened my eyes a few minutes later, it was to the sight of Estelle shoving her damned vibrating dildo up Ginger's rectum. The girl was crying anew and gasping for air as the thick flesh-like rod was being pushed higher and higher up her ass. Then her sobs choked off as the room was filled with the sound of the electric penis. Ginger seemed to swoon, but I gathered that Estelle had shoved it as far as she intended. Her moans came in quick gasps, but it was apparent to me that Ginger would soon fall under the throbbing spell of the erotic device. There was no way to fight it. And I knew, I painfully remembered how it had been used on me by Estelle and Alice.
"Now, darling brother," Estelle said as she came to my side, "now, it's time for you to have a little fun with your big sister. I bring you a very wet kiss from your cunt girl friend, darling," she added, getting up on the bed and straddling my face. I could smell her musky pussy as she lowered it down over my mouth and I knew that I wouldn't be able to eat her as I had done so often in the past. But I had not reckoned on Estelle's imagination. When I turned my head away, she grasped my nostrils, closing off my air until I had to open my mouth. Her clit was there to squoosh into my parted lips and I knew that there was no fighting this madwoman in the helpless position that I was in.
I licked out and caught her little nub between my lips and she finally let go of my nose. "Eat it good for sister," she said. "You can do better than that. Hell, even Ginger licked it deeper. Come on, my darling, sink that goddamn tongue up there as far as it will go. Umm. Better. Much better." Estelle squatted farther down over my face, almost closing off my air with her juicy pubes, but I bent my head back as far as it would go and kept from suffocating.
"Enough for now," I heard her say as she lifted her snatch from my face and scooted down over my torso and turned around. I was still cold as a witch's ass in the crotch, but Estelle's hot mouth suddenly closed over the head of my cock and I could feel warmth return and even a slight surge of stiffening. Estelle knew her talents well and as her tongue and lips worked on my cock I rose t i the occasion, feeling some wondrous new sensation of fire and ice rip through my body. Her warm- fingers wiped away the remaining bits of crushed ice and fondled my testicles as her mouth. encircled the knob of my prick, my swollen an well heated prick. I bounced my ass against the mattress and drove my cock deeper into her mouth and she responded by lowering her head more and more rapidly, sucking, draining with a her might all the juices that had been pent up in me. I felt my orgasm gather, and just as I knew I was going to come, she pulled away, turned around again and lowered her steamy crotch over my cock. Her wet crevice's heat seared into me until I thought I couldn't stand it, but I did and I met her every thrust with a thrust of my own. I don't know how I continued but I did until she gave a deep-throated cry and fell across my body, hips churning and fingernails digging into my shoulders. I shot my load into her cunt and felt her vaginal walls close around my cock to milk out each drop.
She remained on top of me for several minutes before letting my softened penis slip from her grasp. Then she stood up, letting some of my own juices drip over my abdomen as she did. I couldn't feel anything however, except that after-glow of afterlove. My eyes were closed and I was breathing deeply.
"That was the very best, darling brother," she cooed as she leaned over my face. "I'll always remember this final fuck from you, dearest. And I've decided that you won't have to sign anything after all. I hate to do it, but you and Ginger are going to have an accident. Yes, an accident just like the one that took father and that bitch from us.
"What the hell do you mean?"
Estelle laughed. "Didn't little Ginger tell you? I thought that there were no secrets between you two. But then I guess that she didn't really know, either. About the letter from her mother that I took from her room on the day of the accident."
"What letter?"
"A suicide letter," Estelle said, smiling down at me. "A suicide-murder letter. I have it in my' room. Shall I get it for you? But of course. I'm sure that both you and Ginger would like to read it before I decide what to do with you.
"Alice, get dressed and get the letter in my top desk drawer, the one from Mrs. Parker that I showed you before."
Alice got up from the floor where she and Jack had been stretched out resting from their activities. She dressed quickly, followed by Jack, who also took Estelle's order to Alice as applying to him.
Estelle held the letter in front of my face so that I could read it. It looked genuine, although I'm no expert on handwriting. I just knew that it was unfamiliar.
"Ginger," it began. "I know that Ted cannot keep away from you. And I cannot live with the knowledge that my own daughter is my husband's mistress. Estelle, for her own reasons, has seen fit to show me the blindnesses that I have put between myself and my suspicions. She has pictures of you and Ted. It was pretty obvious. When we go to town today there will be an accident. I hope you can live with yourself after knowing that I know."
It was signed "Mother."
"I don't believe it," I said. "You've been doing lot of nonsense lately, Estelle. This is too much. I don't believe it's real."
"But it is, Kevin. And I did tell the bitch about that little cunt and father."
I turned away from Estelle, hardly believing what I had just read, yet doubting my own doubt
"She knows," Estelle said and I turned to see my sister walk over to the grunting Ginger and pull the vibrator from her ass. Ginger heaved a sigh of relief, but I could see her body still shaking from the physical torment that she had been going through. When she had calmed down enough, Estelle showed her the letter and Ginger screamed. I thought that my ears would burst from the mournful, frustrated shriek that came from Ginger's hps, a lost soul cry that carried in its tone more pain than even the cries she made when Estelle had beaten her.
I remember only the blood-curdling scream and over it the fiendish laughing of Estelle before I passed out. I had somehow managed to break one of the straps and was freeing myself when Jack slugged me. When I awoke, I was in my room with a throbbing headache. But I was all right. I could move my hands arid legs freely and I was alone. I got up, but dizziness swept over me and I lay down again.
Sometime later, old Myer came in and gave me a very solicitous greeting. I tried to talk, but he shushed me.
"You've had a terrible concussion, young man," he said. "And we thought you were going to die, but you'll be quite fit in a few days."
"But how?"
"Don't talk now," he said. "I'll tell you about it when you're back on your feet." Then he left me to a nurse who had followed him into my room. She took my pulse and gave me a shot in the ass. I was too weak to protest and welcomed the black sleep that came over me.
I felt better upon wakening and when I got out of bed, the room didn't dance crazily away from me. I even managed to shave myself and take a shower before the nurse came in and told me to. return to bed. I was just wobbly enough after my toilet to do as she said. She nodded and left when I asked her to get Myer for me, returning with the attorney a few minutes later.
"Strange situation and could have been tragic," he said, sitting on a chair he had pulled up next to my bed. "It could have been quite ruinous for the Parker interests, but I've managed to keep it from the papers. Incest. Murder. Suicide. Terrible. Terrible."
I could hardly look at him.
"But you, my dear boy, apparently knew nothing about any of it. And when Ginger came to me with that crazy story, I almost believed that Estelle had killed her father and stepmother. But I'm a suspicious old coot. So I decided to pay an unexpected visit here. Well, I guess I'm your rescuer. I heard the screaming and called the state police. They were here in a few minutes, alerted, you might say, by me earlier. We found you unconscious. I'm afraid that your sister is quite mad, in fact, both your sister and your step-sister. The maid and the chauffeur have been sent away Not to jail, mind you. That would have started them telling strange tales. I took care of them quite handsomely, especially when they cooperated with me about signing confessions and all that."
"Estelle and Ginger?" I asked.
"Both under the care of a very fine sanitorium It will take time, but they'll be well taken care of through your good graces, of course. Nothing but the best for your dear sister and step-sister, lad."
I nodded but I was afraid to ask where the girls were. I guess that I really didn't want to know any more about it than I already knew.
"Oh, by the way," I finally said, "there was a letter and some pictures and some tape recordings. Did you get rid of that stuff?"
Myer smiled. "Kevin, dear lad, I took care of all of that. There's nothing in the world you have to worry about. Now, if you're feeling up to it would you just sign these papers. Here, right there. Oh, you don't have to read them if you don't want to. It's a full partnership agreement I've drawn up, partner."
"You're crazy," I said, pushing the paper away and getting out of bed.
"Kevin, my boy, I'm getting old and I'll die soon. But before I do, I want to be one of those powerful figures that your father was. I told you I took care of all that incriminating evidence. Well, I did, but I can release it when I . . ."
I got the message. I signed the papers after having read them very carefully. Now I have a full partner in Parker Industries. He's old. He's not bad at all, and I feel confident about the future. You see, I've introduced him to the sweetest young fourteen-year-old one could imagine. I guess he really wants to be like my father after all.