'Who me??' Erick hunched his shoulders innocently.
He suddenly felt angry. No one ever believed him. He was tired of getting kicked around by his two older brothers. It had been going on since he was a baby, and he felt just as rebellious against it now as he had then.
'If you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you then!' he declared.
'Well, I'm going to need more proof than that… If Sylvie's really sick going to have to get fixed up and fast.'
'Meet me in her room in 2 hours. We'll talk to her together,' Erick suggested, a sudden idea coming to him.
'Why 2 hours?' Ron inquired.
'Oh, I have some things to take care of first,' Erick replied, breezily.
'All right, I'll go along with you.' He looked at his watch. Two hours, that would make it 8:45 P.M.
'I'll be there.' Ron watched Erick swing out of the door. Then he went over and locked the door carefully. He went back to his chair and turned the tiny pocket recorder on once more.
'This is dynamite!' he thought, realizing that he would have to destroy the incriminating tape of Sylvie's voice.
'It's good!!It's good!!' she cried out, and the background noises were of such an obscene nature that Ron couldn't help but be affected by it.
He pushed the rewind button and listened from the beginning, feeling his dormant penis begin to rise slowly but surely with each passionate groan that me small speaker emitted.
And to think that's Sylvie, he thought, over and over again. He had never been particularly fond of his brother Tim's wife, but he had always had to admit that she was one of the best looking women he'd ever laid eyes on… if not the best looking woman. Sometimes at night when finally he got to bed after a long day's and evening's work, he would think of her… especially in those early days when she and Tim had first gotten married, and he knew that they were screwing hell out of each other all of the time!
His own sex life was almost nonexistent, but it was rarely that he bothered to think about it. His life was consumed by other, more important things. He usually brushed away the little girls and the society women who wanted to throw themselves at any Cassidy, although from time to time he succumbed. Ron was thinking that one of those times was near. His body felt in sore need of release from the tensions it usually knew, and he was going to have to go out and find himself a woman. Nothing difficult about that… it was only annoying because it took precious time away from his other activities.
He tried to concentrate on just how he would have to deal with his sister-in-law's sexual problem… if it was a problem… he wondered if Dr. Darling would be knowledgeable and trustworthy enough to deal with this rather sensitive problem and be able to treat her? But he could not continue to think rationally as long as the tape was on. Yet, he continued to listen to its lewd contents, while his burgeoning cock stirred lustfully upright between his legs.
Ella backed away from Erick's roving fingers. He moved his thumbs against the tips of her nipples where they lay beneath the front of her uniform, pushing hard against them and pressing the soft firm breasts back against her chest. She backed up against the wall of the stable several yards away from the house, where Erick had asked her to meet him. It was dark and she was cold, the sea air rushing in over the land created a cool breeze that people stuck in the heart of downtown Grandville were not lucky enough to have on hot August nights. Ella looked up fearfully into Erick's face. She remembered what Sylvie Cassidy had told her about resisting Erick, no matter what. But she did not seem to be able to stop his fingers at her breasts, and how could she resist him, anyway? He was who he was, and she was who she was!
'I don't have to do what you say…' she muttered in an attempt at defiance. 'You're not really my employer!' she gasped.
'Oh, but I am; it's the Cassidy Corporation that hires you, love, and I'm a major stockholder, not to mention a vice-president. So forget that little ploy.' His hands moved along the teenager's quaking hips and thighs. His loins pressed forward against hers, and he felt her tremble as his hard cock pushed against her belly.
'All that is beside the point, anyway, sweetheart. I'm not going to fuck you again… not tonight, anyway… I just want you to do something for me. Take this medicine up to Mrs. Cassidy. The doctor just had it sent over. You tell her the doctor said to take two teaspoons right away. Stay there until she takes it.'
Ella clasped the tiny brown bottle in her hand. She felt relieved, but also strangely let down. If that was all he wanted of her… she could easily do that.
'But…' she started. Erick's fingers moved upward toward the dark haired split of her hidden pussy, his forefinger slipping in under the elastic of her nylon panties, pushing forthrightly against the tip of her hidden clitoris.
'Uuuuunhh!' she gasped, her whole body remembering the day on the beach with the young lawyer. She had not even gotten a letter from her boy friend in Vietnam yet, but she'd read an article about how the soldiers carried on with Vietnamese girls. It made her feel better about the sinful way she kept thinking of young Erick Cassidy all the time.
'You take it right now, love. Hurry up!' Erick whispered into her ear.
'You and I will have our meeting soon enough!'
His finger made one last upward motion into the thin wet lips of her minuscule vagina, and then he whisked it out, spun Ella around, and, giving a pat on her tight little buttocks, sent her off toward the house.
Sylvie lay in bed, a light crocheted shawl that she had bought on her honeymoon trip to Italy tossed over her revealing silk nightgown. She had dutifully taken the medicine that Ella had brought up. It had a bitter taste, but Sylvie was sure that it must contain something special to make her regain her strength. Already, she seemed to feel a great deal better. Resting in bed all the long day had helped her a lot, and now she didn't feel in the least bit sleepy. She tried reading one of the many books she kept at her bedside, but, though she riffled through several of them, none seemed to strike the right chord. She could feel her mind as well as her body mending now as she managed to assimilate the horrible things that she had endured with Erick into the thoughts that seemed a bit more formulated. She felt that she had probably paid off her debt to Erick… the price had been terrible, but at least it was over. He could not help but be satisfied by what he had done to her. She would prove herself to be as strong as any Cassidy by getting over it… by carrying on with her life as though it had never happened. She had made a dreadful mistake, and her own body had deceived her, making her act in ways she had never dreamed of, but now, all desire was slaked from her system… she thought. What a relief to know some kind of peace from those inner torments.
Sylvie picked up the latest copy of WEEKLY magazine, and looked at her own picture on the cover. Her fine perfect features were as exciting as any movie star's, and for once, Sylvie felt a surge of pride as she remembered that she was more than a movie star… she was the wife of Tim Cassidy, a position that held the glamour of stardom, but also held all the importance of being the spouse of a man who was serving the country.
She put the book down and closed her eyes, thinking that she must somehow have strained them. The picture had suddenly blurred out of focus. She ran her fingers through the light weight of her long, beautifully brushed blonde hair, feeling suddenly warm all over, so warm in fact that she had to remove the shawl from her shoulders, and indeed she felt like removing her nightgown. Her tongue was thick in her mouth, and suddenly she felt completely parched. Sylvie jumped up and hurried into the bathroom, where she removed her gown, slipping on a shorter one that lay neatly folded in a chest. Then she drew herself a large glass of water and drank it down, noting it did little to make her feel cooler. She stepped under the shower and turned on the cold water. The feel of the water on her deep peach toned naked body began to inflame her. Each drop was like an obscene caress that stimulated her beyond belief, making her cry out in an acute agony of desire.
'What's happening… what's happening to me!!' she wondered aloud, hurrying from the shower and going to her medicine cabinet where she withdrew a small tin of salve. She dipped her fingers into the salve and then spread
