Chapter 2

"Well.. . hello there!" Ella smiled brightly, not missing a detail of her new sister-in-law's painfully contorted features as she came into the kitchen. "I was wondering if you were still up there...haven't seen you since yesterday morning! Have some coffee?"

Sally sat down uncertainly. She had to have something in her stomach, that was for sure.

"Yes, some coffee, please," she said weakly. Every bone in her body ached, and it was embarrassing to be finally putting in an appearance after all this time, but there was nothing she could do about it. The young bride couldn't have come down any earlier. After her husband's cruel rape she'd been crying steadily, unable to stop until finally sleep had come to give her a solace of sorts. She remembered hearing the door open and close, and she presumed that Bryan had gone down to have dinner later in the night. . . then later on he had returned and fallen heavily onto the bed beside her and begun to snore deeply almost immediately. He was still up there snoring, taking up more than half the bed, and Sally felt bitter and resentful, certainly not the way she'd expected she would be feeling on the morning after her wedding night! She felt somehow dishonored even though Bryan was her husband. There was something dirty and ugly about what he had done to her!

Been crying half the night! Ella thought to herself as she observed her sister-in-law. "I thought you'd be hungry, not having had any dinner and all," she said, "so I made some hash."

"Hash?" Sally had never heard of eating such a thing for breakfast, but she had to have something.

"Yes...corned beef hash...Bryan loves it!"

"Yes...I'll have some then...I'm sure it's good!" she said, nervously smoothing her red hair which she'd brushed back and tied with a tight bow at her neck. She wore a light sweater that was loose and comfortable and a pair of gray slacks, but nothing about her appearance that morning pleased her, and she knew she looked a fright. What must Ella be thinking?

Sally's beautiful sister-in-law served up the hash and added two pieces of buttered toast. She had teased her brother Bryan unmercifully the night before when he'd finally came down to dinner from the upstairs room, but she didn't feel lighthearted about it at all. In spite of everything, Ella still felt that funny way about her brother Bryan...the same way she'd felt since they were kids. He had belonged to her in some special way ever since they had made that pact between them out in the playhouse, and Ella had always resented any girl he'd brought home, or any girl he'd so much as mentioned. She'd never even heard of Sally, and now here she was. . . Bryan's wife and living in the family house!

Ella thought about how unfair it all was. Sally was definitely not the girl for her brother, she decided. She was a simpering goody-goody who probably had a nasty streak deep down inside, and these thoughts made the nineteen year old brunette feel somewhat better, and she began to hum as she cleared up the dishes from her other brother's breakfast earlier that morning.

Sally ate as though she hadn't had a bite in weeks, and she was surprised at how good it tasted. She had thought that nothing would ever be pleasurable to her again after what had happened, and yet here she was enjoying this breakfast enormously.

Ella looked over with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Bryan's a real tiger, isn't he?" she said. She was unable to resist picking on her new sister-in-law...the temptation was just too great. To think that she had had a chance to sleep with Bryan and had had the nerve not to like it! Ella had known right away that something was wrong just from the look on her brother Bryan's face when he came down to dinner last night. That hadn't been the look of a happy honeymooner!

"I...uuuhh...."Sally didn't know what to say. She knew that her face, already shiny and resisting powder because of all her crying, was flushing a deeper red than before because of her sister-in-law's comment. Although she wanted to be able to fend off what seemed to be a kind of attack, she wasn't at all prepared to cope with the situation and Ella took full advantage of this fact.

"Yes...I remember one of his old girl friends telling me that once...Bryan always liked girls with lots of spunk, you know?"

Sally finished the last morsel of toast and, dabbing her mouth with her napkin, stood up. "I think I must get some air. Excuse me, will you?" she asked as politely as she could, then headed for the back door that opened out from the kitchen.

"Okay...See you later, toots!" Ella cried merrily, and she began to sing out loud as she finished up the dishes.

Once outside, the cool summer morning calmed her flushed face and Sally walked hurriedly away from the house. She knew there were several acres of grounds belonging to the Waterfords, and she decided that the best thing to do would be to explore them while she tried to figure out what to do. There was little she could do anyway until Bryan woke up, she figured as she walked along. Birds were singing, and the tall, leaf-bedecked maples and oaks on the property shimmered in the new day; the ground was grassy and hilly, and Sally began to take long, athletic strides. Between her legs, she could still feel the soreness that continually signaled to her: You're not a virgin anymore. Your precious virginity is gone...gone forever and you'll never get it back! Sally knew too that she would never be able to change the way in which she'd lost it to a cruel and uncaring husband only a few hours before!

She looked up at the clear blue cloudless Massachusetts sky and sobbed as she wondered just what she'd done to deserve such a thing. Her mother had always stressed to Sally as a young girl the importance of saving herself for the man she would marry, and that was exactly what Sally had done. Yet it had all turned out wrong. Here she was married...and married to a monster at that.. . no longer a virgin...and her mother didn't even know where she was! She would get Bryan to drive her into town as soon as he woke up, and then she would wire her mother and take the first bus home!

"Well, if it isn't the new bride!" a big booming voice nearly scared Sally out of her wits, and she jumped nervously and looked around her. "What's the matter guilty conscience?"

Sally kept looking, but she couldn't see where the voice was coming 'rom. "Who who is it?" she asked, turning around her in a circle.

"Who else? It's Jack!" her husband's older brother stepped out from behind a tree and confronted her. Sally realized that he was the last person in the world that she wanted to see. There was something deeply disturbing both about her husband's sister and about his older brother, and she admitted to herself that she wanted nothing to do with them.

"Hello, Jack," she said. She resumed her walking, keeping her head high. Why did he have to be out here? He, next to her husband, was the last person she felt like talking to at this moment!

"Had a few problems, eh?" Jack said, still following along behind the young girl like a friendly dog.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Sally said, hoping desperately that her cold manner would put her brother-in-law off. She knew from the things that Bryan had told her, though, that Jack Waterford, twenty-five years old, two years older than his brother, was hard to put off once he set his mind to something. The family seemed to accept it, along with the fact that he still chose to live at home despite his age. He worked as a farmhand on the local farms and thus supported himself and brought more money into the household as well.

Sally started off down what looked to be a small overgrown path through the trees, taking a sharp left she hoped would indicate to Jack that she wanted to be alone.

"Hey! Not so fast," he panted, catching up with his new sister-in-law. "You mean everything was all right after all? You can be frank with me, you know. I know that brother of mine. He's a real oaf!"

Sally could feel tears starting in her eyes again. What could she do to make him stop tormenting her? She walked on blindly into the forest, walking so fast that she almost stumbled several times.

"Please, please!! ! " she cried, putting her hands over her ears. It was like a nightmare, being followed by her husband's brother and having to listen to his awful intimate insinuations.

"Nope. Bryan doesn't know how to handle a woman, not like I do anyway!"

It really couldn't be true that he was saying these things to her, Sally felt. None of what had happened to her seemed in the realm of reality. Where was her own cozy little girl's bed at her parents' home, and why had she forsaken it to marry Bryan on the spur of the moment? As if in answer, she felt a stirring of the dull desire that she had known with her husband-to-be before their wedding, that aching in her loins that had not yet been assuaged. On her wedding night, or rather afternoon, she had known only pain and horror!

"If you ever need some real loving, you know who to come to, honey!" Jack said lewdly.

Sally was so shocked that she turned to confront him, anger momentarily overcoming her fear and sadness.

"How dare you talk to me like this? How dare you! What happens between Bryan and me is none of your business. None at all!" She spat the words out, but nothing she said seemed to erase the insolent smirk that was on his lips, or worse still, the strange expression in his eyes that seemed to see right through to her very soul. Those eyes sent messages to her that nothing he'd said thus far had been able to do. They seemed to hold promises that Sally was embarrassed to recognize. She shivered and turned away from him so that he would not see her crying, and as she stood there she felt him touch her shoulder lightly. The touch created an explosion of sensation within her, and she trembled, about to move away when she heard him starting back along the path.

She tried to explain her reaction to herself. It was all because of Bryan, she thought, because of the things he had subjected her to the day before. Her body seemed almost alien to her now, filled with feelings and stirrings that she could not control, not the way she used to when she was dating Bryan and they would get to kissing and he would want to go farther and she would say no, even though she wanted him to desperately. Then she would control herself, telling herself what she had always believed to be true. . . it was better to wait...to have something to offer her husband. Well, she'd offered it all right! she thought now bitterly. And what's more, she knew now that Bryan had been seeing other girls after his dates with her all that time! It was too much to take!

She would never be able to stay in this house with a family of maniacs, she told herself as she slowly headed back. She would have to pack. She would have to get out of there, have to hurry. But how would she ever be able to face her mother?

Sally walked back to the house, pondering her dilemma all the way, grateful to find no one about as she entered through the back door. Jack fortunately seemed to have disappeared, and her sarcastic sister-in-law Ella was nowhere to be seen. Obviously Bryan was still upstairs sleeping, and Sally took the opportunity to look about the house.

She wandered through the big living' room, then into the sitting room. Everything was so totally different from her own parents' home where everything was neat as a pin and tidiness was the rule, no matter what. Here at the Waterfords', books were piled topsy-turvy in the bookcase as well as on top of it. There seemed to be no set place for anything, and yet with all that, the place was far more comfortable than her own home. She had to recognize that much. She sat down on the over-stuffed gray sofa in the living room that had a throw of indeterminate color tossed over it. Alone for the first time in the house, she felt herself beginning to think rationally at last. It seemed cowardly to run home to her mother, she thought, looking into the big fireplace, temporarily empty of wood or ashes. She did not look forward to the scene her mother would make, at any rate, no matter what story she told her. It had seemed possible to face the formidable woman as the satisfied and happy wife of Bryan Waterford, soon to be engineer, graduate of NYU. But to run home like a frightened child would put her at her mother's mercy, just as she had always been while growing up.

Perhaps she could stick it out, perhaps Bryan was right, and he was only reacting to the pressures she herself had built up in him. She had often heard that men were different, that their sexual natures were more demanding than women's, and now she wondered if despite other things she'd read to the contrary, this might not be so. And if it was, didn't she owe it to Bryan to give him another chance. She put her head back on the sofa, and that old dream of hers enveloped her once more, the dream of what true love-making would be like, the things that Bryan would make her feel! She could feel her heart throbbing with hope, as between her milk-white thighs a tremble of desire spread from the tender abused lips of her moist young pussy through the delicate inner cuntal tissues that seemed to need gentle stroking, loving care. How nice it would be, she thought. . . how nice!

The young girl looked around her guiltily as she thought of how many times she had done what she wanted to do now, usually after dates with Bryan. God! In truth, she was no better than he was! She could still feel those warm wet sensations though, an aftermath of her need for a husband even though that need had been abused. The nineteen year old redhead calculated that Ella and Jack, her disturbing brother and sister-in-law, had probably both gone off to work by now. Sally thought she remembered Bryan telling her that his teenage sister worked in the small town of Grangerville as a hair-dresser in a small shop. That would mean that no one was in the house except her sleeping husband upstairs.

If she hurried she would have time, and it would all be over quickly. And a bit of the pain and heartache she felt would be erased by the pleasure, the great pleasure that she could surreptitiously give herself! Hastily, Sally pulled down the front of her gray slacks, and by arching herself up ever so slightly she was able to slip them down below her thighs, taking along with them the thin white nylon panties she had chosen to wear that morning.

She was almost in a trance-like state, telling herself over and over that this was the way it would be with Bryan once he understood, once he knew what she wanted. Uninvited, her brother-in-law, Jack's words came into her already desire-tormented brain, "II you ever want some real loving, honey, you know who to come to!"

Disturbed, Sally pushed the words out of her mind. Of course, her Bryan would be able to satisfy her, to treat her with kindness...of course he would.

And as her own searching fingers slipped into the nakedly presented widespread triangle of her red-haired cunt, separating the soft, curl-lined lips and entering the moistness inside, she could imagine jus how Bryan's middle finger would feel up in there. How good it would feel one day how fantastic!

Obscenely, the young girl spread he long half-naked legs wider still, to the limit of her bunched-down slacks and panties and she slid down a little on the big soft sofa, finding the tightly clenched orifice between the silken folds of her newly abused pussy that seemed to ache now with desire. Her middle finger slipped into the warmly yielding cuntal softness and then another finger, then three, and she leaned her head farther back on the couch with pleasure, her firm round sweater-covered breasts heaving gently with each movement of her desire-filled loins.

"Ooooooooh...mmmmmmmmmm!' Higher and higher she pressed her fingers up into her nakedly exposed vagina, as with tightly closed eyes she pursued her solitary pleasure, feeling the bittersweet burning sensation up inside her already lustfully drenched passageway filling her with longing for completion real completion, not the pain and torture she had known from Bryan's harshly thrusting penis the day before, but the slowly building excitement that would bring her to the first desperately sought after orgasm...not one by her own fingers, but one by a real man...by her husband...Bryan!

Mindlessly she sought to create an imitation of such an orgasm now. It was undeniably wicked, shameful to be fingering herself the way she was doing now, but it felt so good and it would soon be over and she would feel so much better. The nineteen year old bride began to work her fingers furiously, worming them ever upward into the moistly wide-held split of her willingly presented cunt. With a steady rhythmic motion Sally slipped her fingers up, up into the warmly accepting walls of her now feverishly throbbing vagina.

"OH!" she sighed, overwhelmed by a rush of warm sensation between her nakedly trembling thighs. "OOOOOOH!" A wonderful bubbling sensation was building hotly in her naked trembling belly, mushrooming quickly to send thrilling shivers of excitement coursing through every vein in her lithe young body. Sally moaned sensually as she bit down hard on her full lower lips, enjoying the violation of her own soft slippery pussy's tightly swollen orifice, letting the joy of her desire flow freely.

With shattering certainty, the helplessly aroused young bride knew that she would give herself to her husband once more, but this time it would be different, this time it would be perfect! And now, her face flushed crimson with desire, the sensuously desire-tormented young woman sobbed as her orgasm swept through her and she felt the stunning pounding, the high pushing and thrusting of her own fingers up against the tingling tip of her womb.

"Ooooohhhhhhhh yesssssss. . . ! " she cried, flinging her head back against her in-law's sofa as the tie holding her hair slipped to release a cascade of burnished red curls.

"Bryan...Bryannnnnnnn...."she moaned over and over, shamelessly feeling a curious elation swelling from her widespread pussy lips to the button-hard nipples of her excitedly quivering breasts beneath her loose sweater as her legs grew taut and wave after wave of crazily careening orgasmic pleasure seeped through her, washed over her. She rode the crest of the tide fearlessly, joyfully, unmindful of where she was and the lewd picture she presented.

"Oh yes...yes...."she echoed, "Bryan...Bryannnnnnnn!"

Wordlessly, Jack Waterford witnessed his beautiful sister-in-law's obscene self-manipulation, as he stood just outside the hall door looking in at her. He'd been out in the garage fiddling with his car, trying to get it to start, and after finishing the job had come back to the house to wash his hands before heading for Olson's farm where he was currently working as a hand.

The strange strangled sounds coming from the living room had immediately caught his ear, and he found himself watching the most inflaming scene he had ever seen. He stood, half hidden in the doorway, feeling his meaty cock hard and throbbing, ready to explode as he watched his younger brother's wife slipping and sliding her fingers in and out of her own curly, red-haired cunt! As the helplessly excited young creature thrashed on the sofa in the throes of her orgasm, Jack cursed soundlessly to himself.

"Shit! I got to get into that sweet hot little bitch's cunt and a redhead at that! Must be something special!"

He thought it was better, however, that she not see him at the moment; and so after taking one last look at the delightfully presented "vee" of his nineteen year old sister-in-law's thoroughly aroused pussy, he went back out the front door as quietly as he could.

Moments later, inside the house, Sally Waterford heard the sound of a motor sputtering and backfiring as Jack roared out the driveway and headed towards his work.

The young girl jumped up from the sofa and ran to the window. She was just in time to see the old car careening out of sight down the road. Harried and guilty, she was hiking up her panties and slacks even as she hurried to the window.

"Who was that?" she wondered. "And did they see me? Oh, God, please don't let anyone have seen!"