going.
'Can you figure it out? Anyhow, while Lisa was alone with the client-and the client had a couple of drinks in him by then-she'd put on a little show for him, getting him all turned on. Oh, she loved every second of it.
'One thing led to another and at just the right moment, Daddy would come back and say I wasn't feeling good or that he had to go pick-up Frank or some other excuse that meant he'd be away from them for a hall-hour.
'The client would get it on with Lisa. And all the time, Daddy would be in the next room, taking pictures.'
'And then your father would blackmail them.'
'You got it,' Suzanne said.
'But what about the police?' Nickie demanded. 'What if one of them just went to the cops and-'
'What for? Dad doesn't short-change them on their insurance and they really don't lose out there. All the blackmail does-is force them to keep their business with Daddy. Besides, in a little town like this the scandal would ruin them.'
Nickie was stunned by it. 'What about Frank? she asked. 'Does he know about it?'
Suzanne erupted in laughter, holding her stomach and gasping for breath. 'Frank? My dear darling brother is the one that develops the film for Daddy-he's been a photography nut since he was a kid.'
'But-but why? Why should he-'
'Have you ever seen my brother naked?' Suzanne demanded.
'No,' Nickie said, shaking her head. 'What does that have to do with it?'
A wry smile crossed Suzanne's face. 'Frank is hung like a horse. He's got the biggest pecker I've ever seen in my life. It's so big, the only women who can handle it without pain are the ones who have had about a hall-dozen kids-and as you can probably figure out for yourself, that isn't too big a thrill for Frank.
'No one his own age or near it would even try to take that supercock of his on willingly. But for one thing, Dad looks the other way when Frank crams it into Lisa. He tried to get it into me a couple of times, but there was just no way and-' Her face became strangely troubled. 'He backed off.
'And then there's the money side of it. As long as business is good, Daddy lets Frank have all the spending money he wants. Besides, Frank knows that when Daddy retires, he gets the business.' Again that strangely troubled look. 'But sometimes I wonder if that's all very important to Frank… Anyhow, he goes along with it.'
She reached out her hands and put them on Nickie's forearms, 'Nickie, I don't want to be trapped into this thing-and it's no good for Lisa or Frank either. Lisa doesn't seem to realize it, doesn't seem to care. She loves having men stick their dicks up her juicy little twat, but if anything ever happened to Daddy, she'd be done for. It's all she knows.
'And Frank is turning into a real neurotic. He's never sure when he'll come home and find the police have taken Daddy away and that they're waiting for him.
'And I don't want to spend the rest of my life getting fucked up by strange men like that. But there's no way out. We're trapped.'
'Can't you go to the police?' Nickie asked.
Suzanne shook her head. 'No, Frank made that pretty clear. The police would ask Daddy's clients and they'd deny it all-after all, they'd be admitting statutory rape and complicity to a blackmail scheme.'
'What are you going to do, then?' Nickie asked, concerned.
'I've had a lot of time to think about it,' Suzanne explained. 'I have a plan, but I needed help from someone outside the family-if you'll help-'
'Of course I'll help,' Nickie said without hesitation.
Suzanne kissed Nickie on the cheek. 'You're a good friend and a super cousin, you know that?'
'Tell me what you need done,' Nickie said, embarrassed by her cousin's effusive gratitude.
And Suzanne told her.
Chapter 6
The two young women spent the rest of the afternoon wandering about the heavily wooded hillocks in the area, enjoying the midsummer sun upon their flesh fill it became uncomfortably warm, and then reveling in the cool respite of the shade provided by the numerous leafy trees.
The sun was getting low when Suzanne turned to her cousin and said, 'Well, I suppose you'll be wanting to get back home now.'
Nickie questioned her with a look.
'You haven't seen Frank or Lisa yet since you arrived and Frank should be just about due back from the photography show he went to see in New York.'
Nickie was filled with mixed emotions. She had been entertaining vague, half-serious notions of using her newly awakened sexuality to seduce Frank; she'd had a terrible crush on his dark, lean handsomeness for as long as she could remember.
But after what Suzanne had said about Frank's complicity in the black-mail scheme… Not to mention the grotesque size of his member, at least in Suzanne's estimation. Nickie was more than a little doubtful, however, on that. Exaggeration on that subject could be expected.
When they got back to the house, Nickie spotted the electric blue Corvette in the driveway. 'Oh, wow, that's just the kind of car I figured he'd have.'
'‘He'?' Suzanne said. 'That's Lisa's car.'
Nickie said nothing, wordless.
'Daddy takes good care of his demented little nympho daughter. Nothing's too good for her.'
'How does she manage to get him to be so nice to her?' Nickie asked. 'Why doesn't he treat you the same way?'
Suzanne made a wry face. 'You'll see-later.'
Lisa was in the kitchen, making herself a snack, when the two girls came in. 'Nickie!' she exclaimed happily. 'It's so nice to see you.' She came over and hugged her, then stepped back. 'Boy, you sure have grown up! You're beautiful!' And Nickie, sensing the sincerity of the compliment, found herself wondering why Suzanne showed so much bitterness towards her big sister.
But while Lisa was examining Nickie, Nickie was returning the compliment-with interest.
Lisa was, in a word, stunning. Her red-blonde hair hadn't been cut since the last time Nickie had visited and it draped down over Lisa's creamy, smooth shoulders in glistening rich waves of texture. Her complexion was the unique, fine hue of milky china that is only found in redheads, and among them, found by a lucky man once in a lifetime.
Her breasts were large and full, almost-but not quite-too large for her wasp-slim waist, and the light blue knit halter top she wore showed them off to their best advantage. Her hips were flared and womanly, yet girlishly slender and without a trace of fat. Her legs were long and shapely, the kind of legs a beauty queen would envy and a man would want locked around him.
Nickie found herself excited by Lisa's beauty-and wondered how Suzanne had been able to even think of resisting Lisa's advances.
Lisa revealed that she had a summer job working in a hospital and that frequently she was away overnight-at which Suzanne's expression told Nickie fiction had entered the conversation-and asked Nickie the sort of questions that were expected.
Until Ernie's car pulled into the driveway.
Nickie heard her Uncle come in and then heard the slam of the study door. At that moment, Lisa broke away saying she had to talk to him about something.
As soon as the study door bad closed again, Suzanne took Nickie by the hand and led her into another door on the same hallway.
'This used to be a nursery,' she explained. 'Now it's the spy room.'
Nickie looked around at the photographic equipment and the one-way glass-now dark-in the wall before the tripod-mounted movie camera. Suzanne leaned close to her ear.
'They use movie cameras to film it all, then take stills out of the film.'
