bring it on?'
Sylvie remained silent and tight-lipped. What on earth had ever made her think that she and Arlene were as close as sisters? Obviously there was no one in the entire world she could depend on… not even herself! She wondered vaguely if Arlene suspected that Erick had come to visit her, but then brushed it aside. No one would ever suspect the depths of degradation she had been dragged through by her evil brotherin-law!
'Probably screwing too much!' Arlene thought to herself bitterly, imagining herself as the chaste and efficient wife of Tim Cassidy. How much more suited for the job she was than her younger cousin! The comparison was almost embarrassing. Poor Tim, if only he knew. But once more, she reminded herself that she couldn't possibly do such a thing as tell Tim what she knew about Sylvie. She would have to suffer in silence while Tim went along believing his wife Sylvie to be a faithful and obedient wife!
'Well, let's go!' she said briskly. 'You know if you'd travel with your maid, you wouldn't need me to do so many of these things for you!'
'Perhaps I don't need you to do anything for me!' Sylvie suddenly snapped back. Just how much abuse was she supposed to take from her cousin? She had brought her there to help her when she needed her most but the older girl's presence thus far had only served to aggravate things. She gathered herself up and walked straight and tall in front of the startled brunette. She began to call upon deep wells of courage inside her as she reached the elevator and knew that within moments she would be facing her eagle-eyed mother-in-law. She pushed Arlene to the back of her mind, she would have to deal with her later. Right now she needed all the strength she could muster.
Arlene followed in stunned silence and saw Sylvie into the limousine.
Then she went to the next waiting car and got in beside the two brothers, Ron and Erick. She saw Erick put something away in his pocket as she got in beside the two brothers, and she wondered what it was.
Obviously, the two brothers were talking about something that they did not want her to hear, for there was sudden silence as she got in.
'Sylvie any better?' Ron asked.
'Seemed much better,' Arlene replied. 'I think she'll be fine after another day's rest.'
'She's got that speech at the Woman's Club in Grandville,' Ron muttered darkly. 'She'd feel better by day after tomorrow!'
In the front car, Thelma Cassidy turned toward Sylvie as they started off to the waiting airport and the two waiting private planes.
'Tim tells me this illness came on suddenly last night! You poor dear!
Don't trust these hick doctors. When you get back to Grandville, I'm sending Dr. Darling right over to you. He'll fix you up!'
'Right, Tim?' Thelma gave her handsome blonde son's hand a squeeze. Tim was looking out the window, thinking of how it would feel to pass these same bleak streets not as Tim Cassidy, D.A. of Grandville, but Senator Tim Cassidy.
'Tim needs you to be well for him, Sylvie,' Thelma went on. 'Remember … we Cassidys have a tradition to uphold. We are before the public eye, and the public is very demanding. Nevertheless, we will show our breeding and our backbone!
Sylvie set her teeth. 'Yes, Mother Cassidy,' she replied. 'Yes, I know, Mother Cassidy.' Back between her sore buttocks she still felt a horrible pain, a terrible memory of her evening with her husband's brother. The lips of her vagina were sore and raw, and so far the ointments she had applied had not helped at all. She ached all over. It had not been hard to fake the thermometers, and when the doctor had found her temperature normal, he'd declared that these things come and go rapidly. 'Had three cases of this flu already this week, the only thing for it really is bed and rest. But I'll give you a shot, and you can get this prescription filled. Take the pills every four hours. I must say I've never seen such a famous patient. My little girls will be thrilled!'
'Take care of my boy, now Sylvie… I'm sending that darling, Dr.
Darling right over… he'll give you some of those special shots he gives me, and you'll be fit as a fiddle. Make sure that Tim gets some rest now. He looks tired, and oh, yes, I'll see you for certain before the big dinner at the governor's mansion.' Thelma Cassidy headed away from them on the air-strip toward her own plane and her waiting entourage. She waved gaily to them after kissing them both goodbye, and paused to kiss her other two boys, Ron and Erick, who stood nearby. Her veils blew in the strong wind, and her still shapely legs moved briskly away from them. They all seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and then they moved toward the ramp of the airplane that would carry them home to Grandville.
'Sorry to leave you sick in bed, Sylvie.' Tim looked at his wife's wan features as she lay propped on her own pillows in the family home. Got to go to talk with the district leader over in the south district. I may be late! Did Dr. Darling give you those shots?' Tim put as much faith in the family doctor as his mother did, and he was confident that his wife's sudden virus would be over in record time. It was not like Sylvie to be sick, and he was counting on her getting back into the swing of things right away.
'Yes, Tim, I'll be fine by tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll make that speech on highway beautification at the Woman's Club. I promise you, I won't cancel out,' Sylvie told him just what she knew that Tim wanted to hear from her, and she wished that he would go and leave her alone. She had spent the entire day in her room, seeing no one at all. At midday she asked Frank to bring her up a little toast and broth, but that was all.
The older man, her husband's valet, had been surprised when she did not ask to see her maid Ella to perform that simple task, but he was more than willing to comply with Mrs. Cassidy's wishes.
'I… want… a girl… just… like the… girl… that married dear… old Dad!' Ron pushed the advance button on the tiny recording machine. 'You ain't seen nothing yet!!' the female voice spit out.
Ron was listening to the carefully edited tape that Erick had made during his night with Sylvie at the Cederton Hotel. Across from him sat his younger brother, Erick, also listening to the lewd tape.
'Ooooooohhhhhhh!! Erick!! Erick!!' the voice cried out, and there followed the unmistakable sounds of intense love-making: 'Fuck deeper! Fuck deeper deeper… deeper!!!'
Ron heard the tape through, his face growing redder and redder as the sounds of abandoned climax followed one tumbling upon another, and when the obscene recording was finally over, he groaned and sat back in his chair. He actually had only heard a part of the tape in the limousine, but now he knew the full story. It had been hard for him to believe that the woman on the tape was his brother Tim's lady-like wife, but finally, it was impossible not to recognize her voice, even though she was undergoing the stresses and strains of making love with his baby brother Erick.
He sighed and sat all the way back in his chair, staring into space in the direction of the book-lined library.
'What else was I to do?' Erick inquired. 'Any man would have done the same. She seemed to want it so bad…'
'And you just gave her what she wanted…' Ron finished for him. 'Do you expect me to believe that Sylvie has turned into some kind of nympho?' he continued, glaring at his brother.
Erick hadn't been able to keep his conquest of Sylvie to himself. His own motivation for letting his brother Ron in on it was uncertain. He had felt a real need to have someone else know how he had gotten into Sylvie's tight little blonde cunt, and the only person in the world he could tell was his middle brother Ron. Ron had asked him after all for a detailed account of Sylvie's problem, and he had done nothing more than what his brother had asked of him. It sewed Sylvie right, though, he thought, to have Ron think she was a nympho… maybe she was for all he knew… the way she'd been standing there on the dunes that day with her fingers in her cunt while he and Ella, the maid, were at it in the sand.
'Believe what you want!' Erick replied.
'Well, I don't believe it… something must have happened… something to make her act like that… did you do anything…???'
