Chapter 7

Debbie gazed at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She looked radiant. For the first time in her twenty-three years, she believed she'd found the man of her dreams.

That he was her brother-in-law, Roger, didn't seem an obstacle.

Debbie longed for a man to enter her life and take charge. She tended to smother the weaker ones, and the aggressive type usually shunned her. Roger fell somewhere in the middle. She could manipulate him, yet sensed he had an inner strength. The balance suited her.

There was still an undercurrent of concern: Eva. It wouldn't have been as much a problem if her sister wasn't still married to Roger. Debbie wasn't thrilled playing the "other" woman. Habitually, she avoided married men. She saw little future in getting them through a costly and perhaps lengthy divorce. Most simply wanted a piece of ass, nothing more. Debbie did not ordinarily give it away. She saved herself for prospects only.

What was it about Roger that turned her on most? She recalled his unhappiness about her attachment to Eva. He condemned her for being an inept creature. Roger was hardly diplomatic, too. She recalled several times when he hastily evacuated a room in which she entered.

Roger, Debbie came to understand, had a complex personality. He expected order in his world and liked to manage people. His reason for control was simple: as a professional with a six-figure income, he depended on such controls to retain his sanity. Tremendous responsibility rested on his shoulders. He wasn't being selfish, merely prudent.

Debbie recognized that her sister was not ideally suited to Roger. Her opinion was based on an intimate knowledge of her sister's emotional complexion. Eva was a romantic soul, chasing after rainbows. Their parents foisted Roger on her. They sanctioned the marriage, despite her initial reservations. Debbie was rather surprised Eva had accepted his proposal in the first place.

Debbie found herself strongly attracted to Roger. She hadn't previously cared about him. By surprise, her passions bubbled over. He literally rocked her boat.

Eva's abrupt and unexplained disappearance perplexed her. Eva might not have been content, but she was a trustworthy person. Completely vanishing seemed so un-like her. She would have alluded to such a scheme, had it been deliberate.

Debbie hoped, however, that by refusing to come home, Eva planned to dissolve her relationship with Roger. She wished no conflict of interest, and prayed there was no misunderstanding about what Eva had done. Debbie was convinced that she would make a superior wife.

Guilt haunted Roger. After fucking her brains out, he retreated into a depressed state. He was sorry for having taken advantage of her, even though she had orchestrated it. He may have claimed that he had washed his hands of Eva, but Debbie knew he was still hurt. His ego had taken a bath. The wife that jumped at the snap of his fingers stopped doing so. Whatever his definition of love was, Eva no longer fulfilled it.

The thing that bothered him most was that Eva had gone totally incommunicado. Neither she, nor Roger, knew where to reach her. Debbie was disturbed about it, but Roger was almost hysterical. She would have expected more composure, but that wasn't the case.

"She'll call again," Debbie insisted. "Eva is probably very conscious of your torment."

"If only she told me who she was with," he went on, as though not hearing her. "Christ, why is she punishing me like this? What have I done to deserve it?"

"You haven't done anything, Roger," Debbie whispered, caressing him. "Eva is going through a difficult phase. Otherwise, she's fine. You must believe that." She saw that her words had no impact on his disorientation. Her only other course was to look ravishing for him. That, she decided, would take his mind off her lost sister. She had enough confidence in Eva that all was well. She was a big girl, capable of taking care of herself.

For the moment, Debbie wanted to take care of Roger.

Roger rifled through the desk in the study. He and Eva had separate drawers. He strewed the contents of Eva's across the surface. He analyzed everything: canceled checks, business letters, an expense account ledger, notes. "There might be a lead," he mumbled.

He concentrated on the addresses. He tossed anything with a Chicago location in a pile. After several minutes of rummaging, his findings did not amount to much. Most were from offices on Michigan Avenue and LaSalle Street, Chicago's business district. His expectation of putting together the location of a love nest did not pan out.

"I don't understand," he said, tossing aside the insignificant paperwork. "There isn't anything solid to work with."

Debbie was mildly insulted that he hadn't noticed her tantalizing outfit. She had purposely slipped into a virtually transparent teddy. Her nipples were highly visible through the diaphanous material. "Why don't I put those things away while you relax? You're getting yourself bent out of shape."

Roger finally glanced at her. "No," he said. "It won't happen a second time. I shouldn't have permitted it at all."

"I enjoyed it," she whispered. "I thought you did, too."

"I'm not denying that, but we must never discuss it again. Write if off as a mistake."

She clasped his hand and brought it to her breast. "That would be a lie. How could anything that exciting be wrong?" She rotated his palm over her slowly solidifying nipple.

His Adam's apple twitched. "Debbie, no."

She fed him her hungry vibrations. "Do you feel how hard they are? I can't forget what we did. I want you again, Roger."

"You're doing this because Eva isn't around," he stammered. "Her disappearance has driven you mad. It's not me you actually yearn for. You've turned me into a surrogate."

Curving her lips, she lowered his hand. Roger groaned as he slid over her pubic area. The skimpy fabric did not shield him from its silky surface.

"We've got to stop," he whispered, "before it's too late."

"It's already too late, Roger."

She held him fast to that section. Her rising heat and apparent wetness stole his argument. He thumbed the seepage from her hairy crack.

Those blue eyes studied him while she encouraged him to fondle her. She eased back that sheer panel. Damp fur brushed him. He clenched his teeth as she took his finger and inserted it in that hot squish.

"Christ," he gasped.

Debbie jerked her hips, allowing him to pump her. Her eyes glazed over as she absorbed him to the knuckle. "Oh, Roger," she moaned. "Oh, yes."

He winced as that pink sponginess encompassed him. His cock twitched in his pants, swollen with life.

Debbie pulled him out of her pussy and brought his hand to her lips. He groaned as those sodden lips disengaged him. Debbie kissed the finger that penetrated her, then took it in her mouth. Her lips wriggled up and down that digit, cognizant to his tremble. She sucked it just as she had his cock. Her tongue swirled around the nail, then darted to the top.

Roger's detachment ceased. His inner strength deserted him. He pulled her into his arms. His fevered embrace warranted a moan. His tongue entered her mouth, silencing it. Pressed together, they passionately kissed. She quivered in his grasp.

"I'll do whatever you want," she whispered. "I'll even stop if you want."

He closed his eyes. "No." That was no longer an option.

Those powerful hands closed over her tits. He stroked her protruding nipples, which stiffened at his revolutions. He slipped off her teddy with expert care. Debbie enjoyed his light touch. The skimpy garment fell from her highly aroused body. Her breasts heavily jutted at him. He aligned those pink nuggets, then delivered them to his mouth. His suck precipitated her gasps.

"Yes," Debbie whimpered, elevating them. "Oh, God. Yes."

Roger did not spend an exorbitant amount of time on them. Something new drew his appetite. He sank to his knees. His drool coursed down her boobs. Debbie reeled in ecstasy as he fanned hot air over her susceptible crotch. She gripped the edge of the desk, recognizing his aspiration.

Nothing could have prepared her for that tongue, nor its staggering delivery.

Eva had confessed Roger's disinterest in supplying her with oral sex. Roger liked getting head, but wouldn't reciprocate. Debbie began to understand. The act wasn't unpopular with Roger; Eva simply failed to express its importance to her.

Her pubes rippled from his exhalations. He spread her pussy with his thumbs, then greedily pursued its borders. Debbie moaned as he curled around her pulsing love button. Arching her spine, Debbie leaned into his face.

"Oh, Roger," she sobbed, savoring the collapse of his defenses. Urgently, he slurped her. She relished the long, satisfying licking, punctuated by his mouthfuls of cunt. He clamped her sodden flaps and sucked. "Ohhhh."

Roger's thirst was unquenchable. He vigorously drank from her loins. His tongue and lips worked in harmony, siphoning her juices. He distorted her vision with his clit-hungry massage. He slashed her enlarged bud with saliva. Debbie loved his brusque style. Steeply aroused, Debbie craved instant gratification-not leisurely development.

Debbie gripped his shoulders while he lapped her. His tip stirred her into a frenzy. He circled her clit, then darted over it. A barrage of fireworks ignited. His mouth, stuffed with snatch, pulled hard.

"Eat me," Debbie hoarsely pleaded, thudding against his chin. "Oh, yes, baby. Eat me."

Her nipples were rock-hard, strained with excitement. Briefly, Debbie fondled herself. Electricity resulted. Her nubs burned in her grasp.

Below, she watched Roger broaden her pink flesh, then investigate its center. His plunge stole her breath. She moaned as he explored her wet pussy. He licked its quaking walls, then downed the honey he accumulated.

He memorized every luscious nook and cranny. Her clit served as his target. In flicking at it, the chills mounted. Those large thumbs firmly secured her flaps, permitting him unin terrupted refuge.

"Spear me with that hot tongue," Debbie sobbed, unable to curb herself. "Lick me. Drive it deep."

Roger obliged. His mouth clamped her mound as he pierced her slick passage. Her pupils rolled upward as he delved into the heart of that nectar-rich cove.

"Oh, God," she whimpered as that wriggling tongue filled her. He spread her pussy with his limber strokes. Arching her spine, she received all that was possible. "Ohhhh."

After cleaning her sweet flesh, he took ownership of her fleshy globes. Debbie gasped when he tweaked them. An electrical current resulted from his pinch.

"Ohhhh," Debbie whimpered. "Don't stop sucking me. Shove your tongue inside my snatch." His lips fastened to her drenched orifice. His circular motion heightened her bliss. She rocked her hips, keeping rhythm with his gratifying whips. "Oh, Roger, don't you dare stop. More. Please. More."

Roger continued to down her nectar until Debbie found it intolerable. The sight of him between her legs, eating her, was too powerful a stimulant. Her love button pulsed madly beneath his dynamic tip. She came against his thirsty expression.

"God," she yelped, unable to cope with the ferocity of that orgasm. "Ohhhh."

Clasping his head, she smacked him with her groin. Debbie spasmed roughly against his cheeks. She emptied her tart spurts in his mouth. Roger sucked the juices that flowed from her pussy.

"Roger," Debbie squeaked as he jabbed into her tender cunt. He removed the honey from her shivering walls. Stars flashed before her eyes. "Oh, Roger."

He licked her after the contractions subsided. Her joy began its steady ascent. Debbie wondered if he longed to slurp her to a second climax. Although the prospect thrilled her, she wanted something other than a tongue in her pussy.

Gripping his shoulders, Debbie detached him from her cunt. His eyes looked glassy from having gorged himself. Thin lines of spittle extended from his mouth to her moist lips. She held her arms out to him, silently commanding that he stand.

Comprehending her need to embrace, he got to his feet. Debbie drew him to her warm, wanting flesh. Cupping the back of his head, she kissed him. She tasted her sticky juices on his tongue while exploring his mouth. Her tits swelled against his chest. Her distended nipples stabbed his shirt. Debbie moved seductively, arousing him. His hands stretched over her buttocks, pulling her into a tight embrace. He smashed his hard-on into her mound. It was like bone. She could feel the heat of his cock.

Roger inched back, gesturing to that imposing bulge. Debbie groped him. Tight jean fabric was wrapped around that monster. Her brother-in-law was totally swollen, in need of relief.

Roger took it out. Debbie panted as he released that thing from captivity. It emerged from his fly, in search of cunt. She instantly spread her legs for that wide cock and gripped the edge of the desk for support.

Roger steered that plump knob to her sopping entrance. Her soaked lips immediately latched onto him. With a groan, Roger lowered himself into her snatch. Debbie sobbed as he settled into her spongy warmth. She clawed the desk, unable to watch. The ecstasy was far too intense. Even Roger squinted as he disappeared into that hungry hole. Her pussy sucked him to the root. His blonde pubes mingled with her curls. Their groins were flush.

Upon collecting his wits, he started fucking her. Debbie moaned as that cock slid in and out, rubbing her slick walls. Those gray pupils peered at her. She welcomed their unblinking contact.

Holding her thighs apart, he dove into her. His balls slapped her satin flesh. He sawed through her pussy, agitating her with hot friction. Debbie groaned from his thickness. Not only did he spread her, but consistently met her clit. At that angle, she was sure to cum fast.

"Give it to me," Debbie pleaded, swinging herself to that stiff dick. She tightened herself for his benefit. Debbie gave him a snug pussy to fuck. "Ohhhh. Oh, yes. That's where it belongs: in my cunt. Don't hold back. Fuck me hard."

Roger said nothing. He merely gasped while her pussy crushed him. He had her wedged to the desk, receiving his savage thrusts. That cock jerked wildly in her snatch, energetically massaging it. He buried that thing in her slick muff, then pulled back to hear her lips pucker. Before Debbie had a chance to recover, he charged into her.

His jeans fell to his ankles. Debbie clutched his flexing buns as he pumped her. She roamed his muscular contours. Her hands fluttered over his muscular flesh. He had a hard, solid body besides a thick organ. When his dick squeezed its way into her cunt, her nails sank into his ass. Debbie couldn't help herself. He felt wonderful, moving through slick tension.

"Shove it in me," Debbie sobbed. "As deep as it will go."

Roger swung through her sodden lips. Her pussy fully absorbed him. He groaned from her hot, greasy fit. Layers of squish captured his dick. He sawed through her juicy cunt, savoring the pleasure. The skin of his cock bunched before he worked through that gap. His width stroked her insides, increasing her fulfillment. He reached to his physical extent, then withdrew all but his bloated crown. On the receiving end, he felt huge. Her head lobbed to the side. Debbie temporarily lost her equilibrium.

"I'm going to cum," Debbie said, seconds before her orgasm. Her hips gyrated. Her pussy gobbled every bit of cock it could. Her moist, clinging lips tugged at his erect member, urging him to follow. Their groins bounced together, producing clamorous sounds. "I'm so close. Oh, Roger. Keep going."

He pumped her more roughly. Debbie could feel the orgasm building inside him. His tremors were identifiable. The blank departure of his eyes was another sign. He reflected brutal urgency.

"Yeah," Roger muttered under his breath. He jammed himself into her slippery hole, feeding it meat. "Oh, Christ."

That stiff cock fucked her, hard and sure. Her toes curled from each lunge. Debbie sensed the mounting steam behind its push. That part worked independently from the rest of him. It demanded her surrender. Debbie had exhausted its patience.

Her clit had enjoyed his grinding member through all that fierce stroking. He heatedly rubbed himself to it, escalating the conflict. Her jaw dropped. Spasming was inescapable. Debbie creamed while he stuffed himself to the balls.

"Ohhhh," Debbie sobbed, crying out in his face. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh. Oh, Roger."

The contractions were so brutal, Debbie nearly lost consciousness. Her pussy shrank around his dick, rhythmically squeezing it.

Her brother-in-law's features reddened. Debbie could tell he was at the brink of eruption. She pulled away just in time. He squirted on her stomach and crotch. Hot jism sprinkled her skin.

Without skipping a beat, Debbie took his cock in her fist. Debbie manipulated it, pinching its last drops of white goo. Those creamy pearls dripped onto her extended tongue.

"Mmmmm," Debbie purred, swirling them in her mouth.

Gasping for air, Roger watched her handle his cock. He remained at full extension, without a hint of softening. Debbie could tell he needed another round to satisfy the savage beast in him.

Christ, she thought. She would stop at nothing until he was completely hers.

She hoped Eva would never come home.