Chapter 4
Roger Cabot scowled at the telephone. Normally, incoming calls equated to increased income. Handling the instrument was an extension of that pleasure. He wove electronic communication into his work. Touching base with clients, executing market orders, obtaining valuable information that resulted in a slew of executed purchases revolved around it.
Right now, however, he despised it. It represented his single link to his unruly wife. Where Eva had chosen to go, and why, absolutely puzzled him.
When had this insolence come to fruition? He hadn't previously sensed dissatisfaction on her part. Eva was her charming, gracious self. During their five years together, he never heard the tone employed in their last conversation. Her glaring defiance shocked him. Eva exhibited a side he knew nothing of.
Roger recalled the sweet, shy girl he took to the altar. Tears of joy welled from her pale blue eyes. In bed that night, she surrendered to him her virginity. She gave every indication of enjoying that initial round of lovemaking.
He never debated whether he physically appealed to her. Far from what women would describe a "strapping stud," Roger Cabot was tall, postured and not given to unstable behavior. He possessed handsome, but not strong, features. His blond hair had appreciably thinned on top, yet he made the most of it. His gray eyes had a sharp, penetrating quality. Trim and athletic, he maintained a membership at a fashionable health club, which he attended Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. A creature of habit, he rarely deviated from his schedule. He dressed tastefully, avoiding trendy clothes in favor of the traditional and conservative.
He liked things neat and in order. Eva's job had been an irritant, even though she managed to keep the place tidy. He refused to hire a cleaning person. Their modest-sized condo did not require it.
Now that Eva had vanished on him, he supposed securing the services of a maid were warranted. He couldn't possibly handle such chores himself.
The intercom buzzed. The security man in the lobby had a visitor to announce. Roger depressed the button. "Who is it?"
"Mr. Cabot, your sister-in-law, Debra
Winfield, wishes to see you."
Roger frowned. He was in no mood for her whining, nor sob stories about lost boyfriends. Knowing Debbie, she could--likely create a scene if he rejected seeing her. "Very well. Let her up."
Roger braced himself for more of her hysteria. He had zero tolerance for her pendulous mood swings and made no pretense about it. Eva ordinarily asked him to leave the room when her sister paid them a visit. Her absence would be severely felt.
The curvaceous blonde strutted through the door reflecting disappointment. "Any word?"
"As it happens, yes. She called this morning."
"Thank God. What time is her flight? I'll meet her at the airport."
"She's not coming home."
Debbie's eyes widened. "What?"
"Apparently, she's decided to stay on in Chicago. Why, I haven't a clue. She carefully evaded that issue."
Debbie exhaled slowly. "That's bizarre. She must have a reason."
"Well, she isn't sharing it. You may as well know, I'm completely disgusted. This little prank has put me in a foul mood. If you've come seeking a sympathetic ear, you won't find one here."
Debbie assessed him with dazzling blue eyes.
Her lips had their trademark pout. "You don't like me, do you, Roger."
"Not particularly."
"Why is that? What have I done to earn your resentment?"
"You're a helpless creature, given to excess. You glom on men who don't want you. You lack maturity and powers of reasoning. Furthermore, I suspect you're narcissistic." He paused. "Have I painted an accurate picture?"
Debbie sighed. "Your evaluation of me is rather low. Eva always said that you were fond of me."
He raised a brow. "Did you honestly believe that?"
"I suppose I did."
"I hate to shatter that illusion, but there isn't a shred of truth to it. Eva's a kind, protective soul."
"I hope I can redeem myself."
"Don't bother. It's a waste of time and not within your power. Trying to reform would be a futile gesture."
Debbie did not enjoy his criticism of her. Roger was extremely hard. She couldn't reconcile herself to his harsh appraisal. "Perhaps you and I ought to smooth out the wrinkles. After all, we are related."
"For how long? Do you believe I'll stand for your sister's carousing?"
"You have no evidence of anything she's done."
Roger laughed brusquely. "By her tone of voice alone, I suspected it. She's on some wild, sexual juggernaut, I tell you. With whom, I cannot guess."
"Eva wouldn't cheat on you."
"I haven't excluded the possibility. She practically slurred her words this morning, sounding as though she had herself an exciting evening."
"Even if that's true, it was probably a meaningless fling." Debbie studied him as though in a new, stimulating light. "Haven't you ever considered one yourself?"
"Never."
"Oh? A good-looking executive like yourself? Women haven't thrown themselves at you?"
"I didn't say none had. I'm merely confirming my belief in monogamy."
Debbie was suddenly aware of her brother-in-law's magnetism. Retreating in that direction after suffering a trauma was typical for her. Being dumped by Michael was bad enough, but being deprived of her sister added to the blow. Roger's animosity struck her in an unusual way. She suddenly craved his approval and, strangely, his passion. His opposition did not dampen her enthusiasm. A driven woman, she was accustomed to seeking men she couldn't have. "Why don't you pour me a drink, Roger? I need one to calm my nerves."
Roger regarded her carefully. "Do you really think it wise? I'm sure you drove here, and I know how one can lead to another."
"Trust me, I'll be fine." She sat on the sofa while he reluctantly mixed martinis at the bar. Debbie hoped that his was stronger. When he came to serve it, she patted the spot beside her. "For five years, we've been at odds with each other. Let's try to salvage what's left for this evening."
Roger intended to decline her offer, but caught sight of her shapely thighs. One thing he had to admit about his sister-in-law: she was extremely well-built. He appreciated Eva's construction, but her sister was blessed with the curves. He saw no reason to attempt civility. Whether or not his marriage to her sister would survive, he decided to be a gentleman.
She waited until he sat. "Eva said nothing of her whereabouts?" Debbie asked, brushing against his thigh with calculation.
The electrical surge took Roger aback. Debbie's jutting breasts were dangerously close. He noticed how much cleavage she displayed. Didn't she catch men drooling over her? He supposed she was used to it.
Debbie barely touched her drink. She didn't need it. Watching Roger ogle her tits afforded a kick alcohol couldn't provide. Those gray eyes dwelled upon them. Roger poorly disguised his fascination. He tossed his martini down after she purposely bumped him.
Though he loathed admitting it, she could tell he wanted her. The man in him ruled the moment.
The temptation to touch him became severe. Debbie was dying to get her hands on him, barely suppressing the urge. Her pussy moistened at the thought of fucking him. Sitting next to him, exposed to his heat, heightened that yearning.
"You know, I really don't believe you dislike me, Roger. Deep down, part of you feels differently."
He said nothing to contradict that notion.
"In fact, I'll bet you wish we could be friendlier with one another."
His brow grooved. "What are you inferring?"
"That you'd love to take me in the sack."
Roger blinked. "Is that what is going through your mind?"
"And yours, too," she said with a smirk. "Be honest about it."
He stammered, as though trying to refute the charge. "I will not."
She perched her hand on his thigh. His tremors were quite prevalent, yet she saw no sign of his abandoning his seat. Before the night was through, she would have him retract some of the awful things he said. "What's wrong with some spontaneous passion? Let's indulge ourselves for the hell of it."
Roger tried to think of a thousand reasons why he should refuse her offer. Truthfully, he had craved sex with Eva the previous night on his way to the airport, before the entire fiasco. She'd been away several days, heightening his ardor. Her nonappearance foiled that plan.
Now her sister blatantly threw herself at him. Her seductive caress, the jarring of those huge breasts and the soft voice made abstinence difficult.
"Eva will never know," she whispered. "We won't tell her." Her fingers inched toward his crotch.
His heart almost skipped a beat. "Don't."
Debbie promptly withdrew. She was fairly confident he wouldn't have stopped her. Visibly torn, his desire was unmistakable. She wanted him to recognize the longing that festered.
She undid the buttons of her blouse. Floating from one to the other, they came apart, baring her lace-bordered bra. She willed him to gaze at her tits. They bulged at him. "Touch me, Roger."
He swallowed roughly. Perspiration cropped at his brow.
Debbie lifted her breasts from their cups. Her nubs, pink and stiff, emerged. "Play with my nipples."
Her pleas battered his senses. He couldn't defy her. His shaking hand went to her thick stubs. Ecstasy swam through her system. His thumb circled, then flicked before continuing to the other. Debbie moaned.
"Yes," she sighed, arching her back. She couldn't believe Roger obliged her. He was typically obstinate. His grope pleased her. He traveled sluggishly over her velvet flesh, his coarse fingertips endlessly riling her. The thrill was lasting. "Oh, yes."
Her tits bulged in his grip. He exuded tenderness. For a man of blunt character, he amazed her. Debbie expected awkwardness and received the reverse. Roger was a man driven to the limit.
"Don't they feel nice?" she sighed. His strength aroused her. "Aren't they soft? Let them bulge through your fingers. Take all that you can hold. Squeeze them. Oh, yes."
He leveled those gray eyes on her.
"Kiss them," Debbie said, steering her tits to his face. "Suck them."
Roger complied. Debbie clasped his head as he drew upon her delicate flesh. Debbie sobbed when he clamped one and vented a clenching suck. His tongue whipped her into a frenzy. Those dizzying revolutions enlarged her nipple to its full reach.
"Lick them," she whimpered. "Faster. Make them hard. Ohhhh."
While he gainfully employed his mouth, Debbie guided his free hand under her skirt. He encompassed her quivering mound. His thumb sank into her soft flesh. Her nectar spurted from the pressure. He delved into her juicy crack, sinking his fingers. Debbie gasped as he explored her hot depths.
"Oh, Roger," Debbie panted, loving it. "Jiggle me. Open me. Oh, yes. Ohhhh." Her eyesight dulled as he probed her cunt. Those strong, thick digits belonged to her brother-in-law-the man she had subconsciously craved. Feverishly, she swiveled her hips.
He detached his lips from one nipple, then used them on its twin. His tip swirled around it while he concentrated suction. He softly pumped her tit, orally massaging it. Saliva escaped the corner of his mouth and dribbled onto her skin. Before his drool could streak into her cleft, Roger slurped it. He slashed again at her nipple, then reapplied his pucker.
Debbie undressed him while he sucked her. She relieved him of his shirt and traced his solid chest. Her brother-in-law was smooth to the touch. She negotiated his belt, then unzipped him. His cock swelled beneath his briefs, tenting the fabric. Hooking the elastic band, Debbie lowered them over his hips. His dick sprang at her, fully engorged. Roger was of average size. In her experience, significant measure didn't guarantee bliss, but rather the attitude behind the equipment. Those six wide inches would adequately get where they were needed.
"Mmmmm," she murmured. "That feels good." Descending upon him, Debbie gave him a few licks. Her tongue danced over the bulbous head, tasting him. Roger's manly flavor tingled on her palate. She detected faint traces of sweat on his soap-scented skin.
Debbie heard his rough intake. Her slurps immobilized him. Their silkiness stunned him. Debbie glided over that mass of veins and hardened flesh, adding to his torment. Debbie moistened the back of his shaft, then lapped his balls. Roger tensed at her darting tip. His fists trembled and his heels dug into the carpet.
"Christ," he muttered, stunned by her froth. His chest expanded and contracted. His abdominals quaked with each lash.
Debbie lathered his sac with meticulous care. Men love a good tonguing. His cock stood upright as Debbie disbursed that glistening coat. She sampled hair and skin with each pass. Her bubbly concoction dripped from his pouch, only to be collected by another sweep.
Roger's finger sank into her cunt. She moaned as her pussy swallowed that thick digit.
He twisted it to the knuckle, savoring the moisture, then slowly withdrew it. He went on to pump her until her excitement soared.
After drenching his balls, she worked on his shaft. Her tongue wriggled to its top, pursuing the heavy vein of its underside. Clasping him by the base, she positioned him for her sucking lips. She took only that plump knob. Her lips massaged him while tickling his cum slit. A creamy pearl oozed onto her tongue. His male essence dissolved in her mouth. She sucked, seeking more of that dense fluid.
Roger manually teased her clit. Debbie shivered as he thumbed her love button. His rough texture spurred her passion. The juices spurted from her loins, anointing his fingertips. He made her pussy wet and tingly.
Up and down that cock she went. Debbie sucked his dick to the very root. Embracing that section of thriving male flesh aroused her. Her lips twisted at its pulsing foundation, rose to the top and wrung its head. She took huge mouthfuls of him, savoring his gasping response. Smothering that throbbing beast with her tongue and lips, she drew upon it until a dash of his cum awakened her taste buds.
Roger groaned from her feverish intake. He cupped the top of her head, guiding her.
Abruptly, Debbie detached her lips. "Have you had enough?"
"No. Don't stop."
His breathless plea turned her on even more. Debbie wouldn't have left him in that condition. She descended upon that cock, dragging her lips to the bottom. Her lips curved around his balls. She sucked and licked him, enjoying his frantic beat. She tugged the taut skin while he vented his bliss. The crush of her lips vehemently excited him. He elevated his groin, eager to meet her. He couldn't wait for the press of her cheeks and whip of her tongue.
Gripping him by the stem, she clamped his side. Her lips raced up and down. She slid over that stretch of veins and congealed mass. He was totally rigid, inflexibly curved. She had virtual bone in her mouth. His groan deepened when she sucked and slurped him.
Roger caressed her mound while Debbie ate him. His thumb settled over her clit, maintaining a steady motion. Shivers rushed through her. She neared orgasm with each twitch.
Debbie stroked his stiff thing. Her fist glided over that broad monster. His pulsations drove her crazy. He looked like he was going to cum. If she had persisted, he would have surely splattered her. His reddish dick seemed ready to spew its load.
The ache in her snatch mounted. Debbie wanted his cock in it. His manipulation of her clit aggravated her. She couldn't wait another second.
Debbie swung her leg over him, then deposited her ass on his lap. Sighing heavily, she straddled him. Her tits swung in his face, the nipples pointing.
Roger stared at her, flush with desire. Debbie saw no trace of contempt. He wanted to fuck. Those gray eyes prompted a physical disturbance in her.
Using her free hand, Debbie led him into her pussy. He groaned as her cunt lips grabbed him. Even she found his initial entrance startling. That bloated crown was much wider than she'd thought. Bearing down, she served him hot squish.
"Oh, God," she wailed, taken by surprise. He seemed bigger inside. His diameter pried her apart. Her cunt gobbled him to the balls. That hard dick sat in her pussy for several heartbeats. "Oh, Roger. Ohhhh."
He seized her ass with a powerful hand and hauled her to that ample trunk. Gritting his teeth, he jammed himself high. Her snatch involuntarily constricted. His cock monopolized her concentration. It was a nice, tight fit. Their organs squealed in bliss. His handsome features contorted as they merged.
Upon regaining her senses, Debbie began rocking on him. Her pussy stroked him slowly, relishing its bony occupant. He caressed her quaking walls, thrust after thrust. She shrank around his throbbing cock. Tightly connected, they made squeaky sounds. Her cunt lips kept him juicy.
"That feels excellent," Debbie whispered, humping it. Debbie rode him with glee. That hard dick had her sobbing. He dug into her loins, rubbing the part that badly needed it. "This is our night to do whatever we want. I'm yours, Roger. Don't hold back."
"Yes," he muttered as Debbie buried him to the hilt. His eyes rolled up in their sockets. His lips widened, baring clenched teeth. "Yes."
Debbie greased his shaft, covering him with a hot snatch. The friction was most exquisite. She whimpered from that sweet give and take. He plunged into her, pulsating. His dick tunneled into her soaked flesh. His balls slapped her ass.
Debbie blindly groped his sac. He pressed that velvet pouch to her quivering cheeks before withdrawing. She petted the bulging veins of his base. He protruded from her cunthole, dripping from its excitement. She dropped over him, engulfing him with her snatch.
"Fuck me," Debbie sighed, rubbing that rigid mass. "You're making my pussy so wet."
Roger arched his spine and rammed her. Debbie cried out, then fucked back. His pistoning hips caused a sweet commotion. She gazed at him while scaling that mountain. He brought her closer to its summit, stroke after stroke. Ohhhh. In uniform intervals, his thickness brushed her clit. She put the squeeze on him, taking that thing in her slick vise.
"Jesus," he muttered, whipping back his head. That bitch was driving him out of his mind.
Debbie slid up and down him, huffing and puffing. She jerked his meat, but good. Their pubes came together. She smashed her mound to his, then pulled back. She ground herself to that massive base and moaned.
Roger rammed himself into her repeatedly. He made certain Debbie felt his ramming. She purred from his dick's rapid movement. His glassy eyes and slack mouth told her he was about to explode. She was close to cumming, too. She humped him madly, wanting it to happen. Their flesh moistly slapped together. A profusion of sweat trickled down her body. Salty droplets clung to her nipples, then splattered his chest.
"Oh, God," Debbie sobbed, fucking that thing. "Ohhhhhh. I'm cumming, Roger. I'm cumming."
She shuddered violently. That orgasm almost caused her to black out. Debbie writhed on his lap, overwhelmed by its power. His animal roar and quaking informed her that his pleasure had crested. She strongly contracted on his spurting cock. Hot jism splashed into her cunt. She sobbed as it jetted into her, squirt after squirt. Roger's hand anchored her to his lap. He made sure she didn't fly off while he emptied himself.
Long before that sweet, pounding release subsided, Debbie collapsed over his sweat-drenched body. Her lips went over his, ending their session with a kiss. Roger's tongue went into her mouth of its own volition.
His cock never grew soft. Debbie felt him standing in a pool of spent cum, inflexibly swollen. He dragged her onto the floor without disengaging himself. Debbie surrendered to his silent command. Soon, he began pumping her. His dick recommenced its demanding thrust. Roger required zero recovery time.
What a stud! Debbie luxuriously thought. He needed more of her. Once wasn't enough for him-nor for her.
"Yes," Debbie panted, receiving that prodding member. "Oh, yes. Do it."
At last, she thought. All the men she had chased, and the one she truly needed was always around: her brother-in-law.