Chapter 3

When the doorbell rang the next morning, Sarah glanced out the livingroorn window to see her brother-in-law's red sports car parked out in front. She felt herself tense while a ripple of distaste coursed through her. She had never met anyone she disliked more than her husband's younger brother. Everything about Gene set her teeth on edge. She answered the door with a grim look on her face, hoping that Gene would pick up his television set and leave without stopping to pass the time of day with her. She hated his boastful manner and parasitic tendencies. If I don't think of some way to get rid of him, Gene will invite himself to lunch, Sarah thought, opening the front door.

Gene stood with his lanky form draped in the doorway, a cigarette drooping from his sullen lips. He appraised Sarah's conservative outfit with cold, narrowed eyes. "Well now," he said in a mocking tone. "Don't you look sweet this morning!"

Sarah was suddenly self-conscious about her conservative blouse and skirt. Gene undoubtedly preferred seeing the opposite sex clad in something sexier, but Sarah dressed to please her husband. And Mike liked to see her dressed decently, even around the house. Gene, however, would probably have preferred to find Sarah in a pair of tight jeans and a low- cut sweater. Trying to ignore his thinly veiled sarcasm, Sarah pasted a thin smile on her face and stepped backward, inviting him in.

"Guess you've come for your television set," she said, trying to keep her voice pleasant. She gestured toward the portable set on the floor. "It's all ready for you," she went on. "The picture is really great now. Mike's got it fixed up like new."

Gene took a drag-on his cigarette, glancing at the set with a bored expression. "Is Jill at nursery school?" he asked, his pale-blue eyes darting about.

Sarah nodded, grateful that Gene had come while her daughter was away. Otherwise, he might stop and play with Jill, staying for hours. The only redeeming quality about her brother-in-law was the fact that he did seem genuinely fond of his young niece. The only real generosity he'd ever shown was toward little Jill. He seldom came over without some sort of present for the girl.

"I don't go pick her up until one o'clock," Sarah explained, hoping the information would discourage him from sticking around. It was only a little after ten now. And Sarah certainly did not welcome the though of having Gene park himself for three more hours.

"It's just as well," he said, crushing his cigarette in a nearby ashtray. "It's you I've come to see, anyhow," he added, looking at her with a strange grin.

Sarah felt a flicker of annoyance. Why didn't he just pick up his television set and leave, she thought with exasperation. Didn't he realize that she had things to do?

She cleared her throat, quickly searching her mind for some phony excuse to get rid of him. "Well, I was just about to go out to do some grocery shopping, the supermarket has some good specials I can't afford to pass up. And it's much easier for me to shop without Jill."

Her brother-in-law crossed his arms and gave her a long look. "Is that right?" he asked, a smug look on his thin face. "Well now, sister- in-law," he drawled, his lips twisting into a smirk, "it looks like you're just gonna have to postpone that shopping trip for a while."

The false smile left Sarah's face to be replaced with a frown. Who did Gene think he was anyway? "I'm sorry, Gene," she said in a cold voice. "But I've already planned my day." She walked over to the television set, lifted it and handed it to him in a gesture of dismissal. "Maybe you can come back sometime when Mike and Jill are here," she told him. That way, Sarah could leave the entertaining of his younger brother up to her husband while she went about her business.

Gene took the TV set from her and set it down. "Oh, I don't think that would be such a good idea, Sarah dear," he said, reaching into the pocket of his leather jacket. "Not unless you want your husband and daughter to see these!" His thick lips stretching into a sneer, he withdrew an envelope. His pale-blue eyes never leaving Sarah's face, the young man removed the contents of the envelope and held them up in front of her.

Sarah breathed a gasp of horror and her green eyes grew round as she stared, her mouth open and her jaw slack. For the brother-in-law she so despised was holding up copies of the four photographs she had received in the mail the day before! "Where did you get these?" she croaked, her cheeks flushing crimson.

"Down at my friendly neighborhood porno shop," he replied, his sneer intensifying. "And they've got lots more. Why, dear?" he taunted, his sneer stretching into a mocking grin. "Did you want a set for your family album?" he asked, thrusting the lewd photos at her.

"You!" Sarah choked, clutching her throat as she held the pictures. "You sent the letter!"

"That's right, sweetie," Gene said, unzipping his jacket. "My, you do catch on fast, don't you, Sarah?"

"What is it you want?" she asked, her voice a ragged whisper. "I... I can't give you much, Gene. Only about ten dollars a week!"

Gene tossed his jacket on a nearby chair, an unpleasant smile on his thin face. "Oh, I don't want your money, sweet Sarah," he told her, unbuttoning his shirt. "That would be like stealing from my own brother, don't you agree? I mean, after all, whatever you get comes from him, right?"

Sarah's mouth felt like cotton and her heart pounded with fear. "You... you're going to tell Mike, aren't you?" she asked, her voice cracking.

"Not unless you make me, sweet Sarah," he said, removing his shirt.

Sarah watched her brother-in-law fumble with his trousers and felt her heart skip a beat. "What do you mean?" she asked in a shaky voice.

"I mean, all you have to do is cooperate, baby," Gene told her, unzipping his fly. "You know what a fun-loving guy I am, don't you, honey?" He let his pants drop to the floor, then stepped out of them, standing before her in just a T-shirt and jockey shorts. "And that's all I'm here for, sweetie, So you and me can have ourselves a little fun!"

As Sarah gasped in open-mouthed disbelief, Gene reached out to grab the lewd photos from her. "The same kind of fun you seemed to be having when these pictures were taken," he added, returning the photos to his jacket pocket.

All the color drained from the brunette's face as the meaning of his words became clear. Her brother-in-law was blackmailing her, all right! But it wasn't cold cash that he wanted. Instead, he lusted for hot flesh and blood. It was her body, not her money, that he wanted!

Sarah took a step forward, her face beseeching. "But, Gene, you don't understand. I posed for those photos years ago! Before I even met Mike! Those pictures don't have anything to do with now!"

Gene lifted his T-shirt, his eyes cold. "That's where you're wrong, baby," he told her pulling the undergarment over his head. "Those pictures have plenty to do with now. 'Cause if you don't play along with me now, I'll blow the whistle on you to my brother!"

The lovely brunette stared at her nearly nude brother-in-law with a helpless look on her pretty face. As she stood in front of him, pale and trembling, she felt trapped and frightened. Having sex with the man she loathed made her stomach churn, but Sarah did not know what else she could do. Mike trusted her, held her on a pedestal. Learning about the obscene modeling she'd done would surely destroy all feelings he had for her. If Mike should learn of her sordid past, he would be so disillusioned that the love he now felt for her would cease to exist! And Sarah loved Mike so desperately that she would do anything she could to keep their marriage intact. Including agreeing to Gene's sexual demands. Even though the thought of having sex with her brother-in-law turned her stomach, it was better than losing the man she loved.

Sarah's jade eyes dropped to the slight bulge between Gene's legs. "You mean," she began, swallowing hard, "that if I do what you want, you'll keep my secret?"

"Sure, baby," Gene said. "All you have to do is let me have my fun, okay? After all, you were willing to let those guys in the photos have their fun with you. And they weren't even related, like we are. Then once I've had my fill of you, I'll never mention those photos again." He gave her a lascivious grin, his eyes traveling over the length of her voluptuous figure. "What d'ya say, honey? Is it a deal?"

Believing that Gene would keep his end of the bargain, Sarah nodded. "It's a deal."

"Good, then that's settled," he said, grinning lasciviously. "Now all you have to do is get comfy, dear sister-in-law. Just like I did." When he saw the fright reflected in Sarah's jade eyes, he chuckled. "Take off your clothes, honey. All except your stockings and garterbelt, that is," he added, licking his lips. "Keep those on." When Sarah hesitated, staring at him with round eyes, Gene snapped his fingers. "I said strip!" he ordered, taking a step forward. Then his eyes darted to the radio on the end table and he smiled. "Or maybe you want to undress to music, huh, Sarah?" He walked over to the radio and turned the knob, a sudden blast of rock music piercing the air. "There," he smirked, flopping down on the sofa. "That's better."

Sarah's fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse while Gene sat back and leered at her. For some reason, stripping for her obnoxious brother-in-law was much more difficult than stripping for strangers had been during her brief modeling career. That had been just a job, one she was getting paid for. But following Gene's orders put things on a strictly personal basis and she felt embarrassed and humiliated.

"Dance!" Gene ordered, watching her open her blouse, his eyes bright with lust.

Blinking back tears, Sarah did as she was told, moving her feet to the heavy rock beat. She shed her blouse and let it drop to the carpet, feeling Gene's icy stare focus on her black satin bra. She had been aware of his eyes on her boobs in the past but his glance had always been surreptitious. Now he gazed boldy, his tongue sliding across his thick lips at the sight of her pale flesh spilling out of the 34-D bra.

"Take off your bra!" he commanded, his penis growing in his shorts.

Feeling her cheeks brighten, Sarah reached behind her back to unhook the garment. She let the black bra slide down her shoulders, then fall to the rug, releasing her mammoth tits. She heard Gene gasp as they loomed forward in rounded magnificence, their bright rosettes tightening into twin rosebuds at their sudden nudity.

"Shit, you really got a great pair of boobs, honey!" he praised, his hand lowering to the hot swelling in his shorts. He grabbed his growing prick and fondled it unabashedly as he eyed her firm mounds of ivory flesh. "Mmmmmm, I can't wait to have a go at them."

Moving in time to the music, Sarah unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, tossing the garment to the floor. Doing a pirouette, she lowered her lacy half-slip. Once that garment was discarded, the lovely brunette had only her white lace panties to shed. Wriggling her shapely hips, she eased out of them, letting them drop to the floor. Whirling, she turned to face her brother-in-law clad only in a black garterbelt, nylon stockings, and high-heeled pumps.

"Now let's see you dance for me, honey," Gene ordered, his eyes bright as he gazed at the dark triangle of fuzz between her outstretched legs. "Really move!"

Her face bright with humiliation, the pretty brunette wriggled her hips and moved her legs in time to the heavy beat of the music. Her long dark hair whirled as she gyrated and turned, giving Gene the opportunity to ogle her luscious naked body from every angle. Her big tits jiggled enticingly, their rosy nipples looming forward. She saw her brother-in- law caress his growing erection as his pale eyes devoured her nude body, his big lips hanging loosely. And she loathed the man as never before!

Gene felt his hot prick expand rapidly at the delectable sight in front of him. Sarah was really built and her enormous boobs were so nice and firm and high. The way they bobbed and undulated when she performed her disco dance really turned him on. And seeing her naked, except for her skimpy garterbelt and nylon stockings, made his throbbing cock mushroom even faster. The sharp contrast of her pale thighs and abdomen against the shiny black satin stimulated the young man as much as if Sarah were stark naked. The dark nylon stockings and high-heeled shoes made her shapely legs seem even more appealing.

But now Gene wanted to do more than merely look at her luscious nudity. Wearing an evil grin, he rose from the sofa to turn off the blaring music. He went over to his pretty sister-in-law and stood in front of her with his shorts bulging at the crotch area. He bent down to draw a bright nipple into his mouth, squeezing the pale flesh surrounding the pink rosette while his other hand reached down to finger the slit of her hesitating pussy. Sarah gasped at the feel of his warm mouth upon her breast and the pressure of his fingers upon her sensitive cuntal tissues. Still, she dared not pull away. They had made a deal and she had no choice but to abide by it so that he would not reveal her dark past to her beloved husband.