Chapter 4

Ella passed the closed door to he brother's room one more time to make sure. There was not a sound. What's going on in there anyway? From the sound of it, nothing at all! Ella walked on down the hall to her own room, disappointed at not having found out anything further about Bryan and his new wife Sally. The pretty dark-haired girl went into her own room and lay down upon her bed. It was past ten p.m. and she felt restless, as though she would not be able to sleep that night.

"Damn Bryan anyway for bringing that girl here!" she said out loud to the darkness. She had returned from work in town, exhausted and with aching feet, only to find that not a soul was at home Methodically, she'd started dinner for three anyway, and waited to see what would happen. The first thing that happened was that Sally, silly simp of a girl that she was, came in from God knows where looking as though she'd walked about ten miles, and without a word to Ella went up to the room that had been Bryan's since his childhood. Ella could not swear to it, but she thought for certain she'd seen her staggering, as though she'd been off drinking somewhere!

Then Jack had come in and sat down at the table, kicking off his work boots and loudly demanding his dinner. She tossed the pot of stew on the table in front of her rough older brother and left the kitchen herself, only to run into Bryan entering the house sheepishly, quietly, as though he did not want to be seen.

"What's going on, Bryan?" she'd asked.

"Never mind, nothing, keep to yourself!" he'd said, pushing her rudely away as Jack might have done and making his way upstairs.

She'd hurried up after him in time to hear the door to his bedroom close, and she'd heard the newlyweds talking in there for a few moments loud and clear. Lying in her own bed now, she could still remember how her ears had burned at their words.

"I couldn't even get a bus out of this place today, but you're not coming near me again!"

"I wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole, don't worry! I'll sleep on my inflatable mattress!" There was the sound of the mattress being pulled from the closet. "And I'll get you out on the first bus in the morning, don't you worry about that either!"

The rest was muffled and indistinct, but Ella had made up her mind to come back later to see if she could hear anything more.

So she'll be leaving in the morning! the stunning nineteen year old thought. Good riddance, too! Ella tossed and turned, trying not to think about what was really on her mind, trying not to let her youthful body remind her of what she knew to be true.

Think about Scott! she commanded herself. Think about Scott! And dutifully Ella tried to bring to mind the image of her boy friend, now fighting somewhere in Laos. Was he still alive even? It took his letters so long to arrive that she didn't really know. She tried to think of their last kiss, their last embrace, his body writhing nakedly against hers, and how she had responded to him. It had been the first time for her, the very first time, and she had moaned in pain and then in joy beneath Scott's penetrating cock as it had parted her tightly clenched dark-haired pussy-lips. And then it had risen high, high up inside her, where she'd felt everything moving to meet him, her trembling thighs wrapping themselves hungrily around his back as he thrust forward and forward again between her willingly opened legs.

She had wanted to know that bliss, that undeniable thrill that would block out the memory even then she had wanted to know it, but as exciting a lover as Scott had proved to be, he had not made her forget. If anything, he had made the desire within her all the more keen.

"Bryan," she finally whispered to herself. "My darling brother, Bryan!" And she let herself recall the early summer evening, not so very long ago, three years only. She'd been sixteen and he'd been nineteen, the age she was now, and the age his horrid new bride was, too! Oh God, why had she let him start doing those things to her? And worse, why had she made him stop, just when she was on the verge, just nearing the edge as his nakedly quivering cock-head tried to open her up, sliding against the pussy wetness as they lay together on the dirt floor clinging to each other, brother and sister wanting each other's bodies so badly that they groveled wildly, trembling in their heat, blinded by the lust that guided them! Her tender young virgin cunt had wanted to part for him, the almost hairless pussy had yearned for his hard boyish cock as her belly had trembled against his. And it had almost happened.

Almost but not quite!

At the last moment, Ella had stopped him, pushed him away. It was wrong and they both knew it was wrong, but as long as neither of them said anything the mad embrace would have continued. But the magical spell was broken by her protest, and brother and sister looked sheepishly at each other.

Ella sobbed now as she remembered her brother's apology. "Sorry, Sis. Don't know what got into me. Don't know what made me . . . "

"No, no, it was all my fault, all my fault!" she'd told him.

"We'll forget about it. You can forget, can't you? Forget it ever happened. Nothing happened anyway!"

Nothing happened anyway! The words echoed in her brain, making her feel almost as dizzy as she had that evening three years before. It wasn't exactly true that nothing had happened...something had happened all right, and she still hadn't got over it!

Ella trembled and curled herself into a little ball beneath the covers of her bed, and after several minutes more of tortured thinking about her brother Bryan and anxious speculation that soon things would be as they had been before, minus Sally, she fell into a deep though restless sleep.

Sally was down the hall trying to sleep in the big bed that was now left to her and her alone. Her new husband Bryan lay snoring on the inflatable mattress which he had moved as far as possible from the bed. The young redhead lay listening to these obnoxious sounds, feeling more and more resentful as each one met her ears, her eyes burning with the bitter tears she'd shed almost since the first moment she'd walked into the Waterford house, and Sally knew that she'd get no rest until she was out of there!

After another half hour of tossing on the bed, she finally rose and, putting on a robe over her nightgown, slipped out the door. She intended to go down to the kitchen to get herself a little warm milk. The calcium, she knew, would help her sleep and calm her nerves. It was something that her mother often prescribed for insomnia, and Sally had a moment of nostalgia for that woman, difficult as she was most of the time.

To her surprise, when she got to the bottom of the stairs she found the lights were on in the kitchen, and Sally started to turn back, not wishing to meet up with any of the members of the household. Never again, if that was at all possible.

But a familiar voice spoke to her even before she had entered the kitchen, and it gave her an eerie feeling.

"Sally, I know that must be you. Nobody else in this family would be up and about at this hour, except maybe Dad.

And, of course, Mom and Dad aren't here, are they?"

Sally stood stock still, wondering if she ought to reply to Jack, her disturbing brother-in-law, or whether she ought to hustle back upstairs. While she was deciding, Jack spoke again, and this time it was clear that he was coming toward her.

"Come now, speak up. I know you're there. Come, have something to soothe your nerves!"

Sally decided to brave it out. Anything would be better than going back up to that dreary room and trying to sleep while Bryan snoozed peacefully and noisily nearby.

"Yes, yes, I've come for something to help me sleep!" she said as brightly and calmly as she could, trying not to pull back her hand from Jack's as he forcefully led her into the kitchen.

"Have a seat, little girl. How old are you, anyway? Not a day over eighteen, I'll bet!"

Sally bristled. "Nineteen!" she declared. Did he actually think she was such a child? She noted that Jack looked appropriately rustic in his Levi's and dark T-shirt. The pants, she thought, turning her eyes away, were embarrassingly tight, and she found herself wondering how he was able to breathe in them.

"Well, sit down anyway, we allow nineteen year olds in this joint. You're even drinking age as long as you're at the Waterfords'! "

Sally sat down hesitantly on one of the kitchen chairs. "I've come for some milk," she said, "hot milk!"

"Milk? That won't put you to sleep. Try a little brandy. That's what I've been having, or don't you think you can handle it?"

The ploy worked, and Jack was very amused to see Sally take him up on his suggestion of a brandy. Women were really simple creatures once you had them figured out, he thought once more, as he poured the first glass. He watched carefully as the pretty redhead daintily sipped from her glass, but he noticed that she seemed to really need the support of the alcohol, and that she began to loosen up a little bit as the glass was emptied.

Jack Waterford sat across from his brother's new wife at the kitchen table, marveling that this prim little creature in her robe that hid her vivacious curves from his eyes was the very same one who had unknowingly showed him the silken, curl-lined slit of her pussy, complete with thrusting, worming fingers slipping all the way up inside! The very thought of it sent him into an absolute frenzy of desire, but he managed quite well to hide it from his sister-in-law. He'd been hunting enough times to know that you didn't go thrashing around in the brush when you had your eye on a tempting morsel of game. No, you waited until the time was right.

"More?" he inquired politely, as beneath the table his thickly pulsing cock throbbed and ached with desire.

His brother's wife, that would be an all time thrill, and Bryan deserved nothing better than to have his wife fucked silly by someone who knew what he was doing. One thing for certain, when and if Jack Waterford ever got married, nobody was going to find his wife finger-fucking herself in the living room the next day!

"I I'd love some more," Sally could tell from the label on the bottle that it wasn't good brandy, not the kind her father kept in the cabinet for special occasions, at any rate, but it really tasted good, and she realized that it really was just the thing she needed. Her entire system had been badly shaken in the past two days and she needed this liquor to calm herself. Gratefully, she pushed her glass forward, letting her brother-in-law fill it to the brim again. She was beginning not to mind Jack so much anymore...once you got used to the way he talked, always kidding, never serious...then he didn't seem nearly so offensive. She also wondered whether or not it was her imagination that Jack was the better-looking of the two brothers, even though Bryan had been by far the handsomest boy she'd ever met, or so she'd always thought. Sally finally decided that each of them was good-looking in a different way. Why should she make the comparison anyway? They were both dark and they had similar facial structures, but Bryan's eyes were somehow different from his older brother's in a way that she couldn't pinpoint without seeing them together.

I'll be leaving tomorrow, and none of this will matter! she remembered. This thought had the effect of cheering up the young girl so immensely that she became almost lighthearted, laughing and responding to Jack's jokes with a good nature that she had kept hidden up till now.

"Say, you're a pretty hep kitten," Jack said after Sally had laughed again at one of his old one-liners. "That's what my dad would call you, anyway!" he explained.

Sally realized with a pang of conscience that she would probably never get to meet Mr. Waterford, or Mrs. Waterford either for that matter and for a moment she felt really bad that the whole thing had turned out to be such a disaster. But no, it hadn't worked out at all and there was no way on earth that she could remain Bryan's wife.

"Say, how about a little stroll? It's warm as toast out tonight. What you've got on is fine. Come on! Let's get out of this stuffy kitchen; you can bring your glass with you!"

He filled it again, and was satisfied to see Sally stagger just a bit as she stood up, gripping the table for momentary support. Nevertheless, his pretty young sister-in-law followed him out the back door, clutching her drink in her hand, marveling at the fresh night air and the bright half-moon that shone high above.

Jack walked briskly, talking all the while about this and that, nothing serious, certainly nothing about his brother Bryan. The poor girl had obviously had enough of him. Jack always knew that his brother was a lousy lay, even though he'd had no definite proof but now he had that proof, personified in his redheaded sister-in-law! Bryan with his high-falutin college and his big city ideas! None of that had much to do with what being a man was all about, Jack felt. But he said none of this as he led Sally to a particular spot that he knew, a clearing hidden in a birch and pine thicket where the ground was so soft and warm that you could lie on it all night if necessary and not catch your death of cold by morning.

Sally was hardly listening to Jack. She was trying to contend with the effects of all the brandy she'd drunk, and she wasn't doing a very good job. For some reason the fresh air seemed to accentuate the effects of the alcohol in her system, and she felt her feet and fingertips grow slightly numb and tingling, whereas the rest of her body seemed completely keyed-up, her heart pumping wildly in her chest and that odd sensation lurking at the base of her belly. She slipped several times in her slippers as they moved across the fields, and Jack helped her by holding onto her arm. She wanted him to take his hand away because she could feel a terrible excitation there where he touched her. Sally knew that everything inside her was already turned topsy-turvy by her husband's crude actions on their honeymoon, and she knew that now with the addition of all the brandy something else was happening, something she couldn't quite control.

It was mainly because she really couldn't grasp the true significance of what was happening, or even realize that Jack was taking her someplace where he felt they would not be disturbed, that she allowed herself to be led on through the darkness.

And then they were in the thicket and Jack turned toward her. She looked behind her and then back up into her brother-in-law's eyes and it was then that she knew what he wanted from her.

"What, what are we doing here?" she asked belatedly. Sally turned to go back the way they had come. "We'd better go back to the house. I think I'll be just fine now!"

"No," Jack said, holding her by the arm. "Stay awhile," he added in a softer tone, "I'll make it nice for you."

"Dear God! No, no!" she begged, holding one hand at arm's length as if to ward him off.

Jack spoke again, this time pulling her close up against his body. "Don't get upset. You've been upset enough already. What you need is something else. What you need is me!" The words struck terror into Sally, and yet at the sound of them she felt herself overcome by a violent series of thrills that shook her body as though she had touched an ungrounded electrical wire instead of the hard muscular frame of her husband's brother.

"No! Please, Jack, don't talk like this! My God, I'm married to your brother! You can't expect.. . "

"Sure I can, and why not?" Jack replied, moving closer, his arms circling her waist smoothly, firmly. "And you know what? Both you and Bryan will be grateful to me for it later on. I'll teach you the ropes, and then you can show him!"

The obscene words made the slightly drunk young bride want to scream and run away, but she knew he wouldn't release her now. She sent up a silent prayer for help, realizing that her knees were quaking and that everywhere her unconsciously yielding body was pressed up against Jack's she was feeling the most acutely pleasurable sensations she had ever known. And then he was drawing her toward him, disregarding her hands pushing against his chest, his powerful young arms crushing her to him as his hot, eager mouth came down in search of hers, finding it and pressing his lips wetly to his sister-in-law's in a tight grinding manner.

Sally groaned and struggled feebly for a sudden panicky moment, feeling her husband's brother's hand pressing hard into the firm softness of her breast. Realizing protest was futile, she allowed herself to go limp, surprised at the little butterfly-like sensations that once more fluttered through her stomach.

'There, that wasn't that bad, was it?" Jack asked in a low whisper, his hand continuing to stroke her swollen round breasts through the covering robe. Sally moaned in desperation. She couldn't fight him, he was too strong, and now her own body, so much abused by Bryan, was beginning to betray her. The effects of the drinks had turned it into a loose bundle of raw nerve-ends, and her alcohol-fogged mind was rapidly loosing control over it.

"Why not? You're not a virgin anymore," an absurd, horrible voice was saying deep inside her. "It doesn't matter. Nothing matters anymore, and if it's a chance for pleasure . . . "

"Oh!" she gasped. Helpless now, she made no effort toward stopping him as he slipped his hand inside the front of her robe, brushing aside the filmy material of her front-closing nightgown and cupping her nakedly quivering breasts in his anxious hands, sending tiny licking flames of passion crawling enticingly over her awakening flesh. Small pinpricks of delicious feeling raced through the tip of the pliantly smooth surface of her velvety breast as he rolled the hardened nipple maddeningly between his thumb and forefinger.

Sally could feel the heat of her insistent brother-in-law's breath rushing against her ear, and then he was moving his head to bring his lips down to lock wetly on hers.

The frustrated bride was unable to keep from thrusting her tongue forward sharply to meet his. She did it before she even realized it, and Jack sucked it deep into the greedy wetness of his mouth. Oh God! His kisses were like hot burning fire!

He eased his head away and began to pull her down toward the ground with him. "Come on, baby," he urged.

Abruptly, the realization of what she was on the verge of doing struck the young bride and again she thought of breaking away and running, running as fast as she could go, but she doubted now that her legs would even support her weight. She lay uncomfortably against him on the ground, and felt him let go of her momentarily as he began to strip off his clothes.

What was there about him?