Chapter 4

Shamed and guilt-ridden, Sarah spent more time than usual with her daughter that afternoon. When the child settled down for her afternoon nap, the distraught brunette sped through her housework in record time, trying to compensate for the forbidden lust-filled moments she'd spent, with her brother-in-law that morning. By the time Mike came home from the shop, she had a tasty meat loaf and scalloped potatoes browning in the oven. After Jill was bedded down for the night, Sarah busied herself with the current mending while Mike watched television.

"Anything new with my brother?" Mike, asked in a conversational tone during a commercial break.

Sarah jumped, pricking her finger on the needle. "Not that I know of," she lied, trying to keep her voice casual. "He really didn't stay all that long. Just picked up his TV set and left. He seemed to be in a big hurry today."

Mike chuckled, reaching for a cigarette. "Probably had himself a hot date. Gene's quite a guy with the ladies, you know."

Sarah's fingers moved faster and her cheeks brightened. "Really?" she said in a high-pitched innocent voice. "You'd never guess that to look at him, would you?"

Mike laughed, taking a deep drag on his cigarette. "That's because Gene's not one to brag, honey."

Sarah broke the thread at that remark. How could Mike be so blind to his brother's faults? she wondered. Why, Gene was boasting practically all the time. It was one of the many annoying traits which infuriated Sarah so. You should have heard him today, she thought, reaching into the sewing basket for one of her daughter's torn dresses. To hear him tell it, he's a lot smarter than you, Mike. And he strutted out of here like the proverbial cock of the barnyard!

"I hope he finds himself a nice girl and settles down one of these days," Mike continued, leaning back in his chair. "That is, if he's lucky enough to find someone like you, honey."

Sarah's throat felt tight and she had to blink back tears. Oh Mike, Mike, her aching heart cried in silent misery. If only I were all that you think I am!

"But then there aren't many women like you around these days, darling," Mike continued, gazing fondly at his wife. "Lucky guys like me take them out of circulation."

Sarah bit her lip, pretending to be deeply engrossed in the task of mending Jill's ripped garment. She felt so choked up at her husband's ill-deserved praise that she did not trust her voice. A wave of relief swept over her when the program resumed, diverting her husband's attention.

Mike would be so hurt and disillusioned if he ever learned about my sordid past, she thought, pushing the needle savagely through the torn fabric. Just as he'd be crushed if he knew just how low and despicable his brother really is. Poor Mike! He's so blinded by love, that he can't see either one of us as we really are! Sarah stole a quick glance at her handsome husband, her heart fairly bursting with love. And she knew that she would submit to whatever lustful acts her husband's younger brother had in store for her the following morning. No matter what indignities she had to endure, it was well worth the price if it would save her husband from learning the ugly truth about the two people he loved so dearly. Sarah detested the thought of cheating on Mike, of having illicit sex with his younger brother. But she knew, with a feeling of grim resignation, that she had no choice in the matter.

As Sarah's thoughts moved ahead to what was in store for her the following morning, her stomach tightened with apprehension. Recalling her brother-in-law's parting words, she could not imagine why he was bringing one of his girlfriends with him the next morning. It just didn't make sense to her. What does he have in mind? she wondered, trying to outguess her brother-in-law's devious mind. Sarah was unable to come up with an answer. But whatever Gene had planned, the distraught brunette felt certain that somehow, she would end up being degraded and debased, just as she was today. Her only hope was that Gene would soon tire of his sordid game of sexual blackmail so that the living nightmare she now endured would end and her world could return to normal.

Her fingers guiding the needle through the fabric in her lap, Sarah stole occasional glances at her husband. Fully absorbed in the television program he was watching, Mike was unaware of his wife's eyes just as he was oblivious to her private mental anguish. Waves of shame rippled through the pretty brunette as her thoughts kept slipping back to her brother-in-law's visit earlier in the day. Now it almost seemed like some hideous nightmare, yet Sarah knew by the heaviness of her heart that what had happened that morning was all too real. What would Mike do, she wondered, if he knew what had really taken place between the two people he loved so dearly? That the brother he so blindly adored had forced his wife to strip for him, then get down on her knees to suck him to completion? Her cheeks burned with humiliation as she recalled the thrilling orgasm she'd experienced when young Gene had cum in her mouth, filling her cheeks to overflowing with his spurting masculine juices. Sarah's heartbeat quickened and her hands worked faster. Mike must never learn the ugly truth, she vowed. Not ever! Surely it would shatter her husband to know that the woman he cherished, even idolized, had willingly performed such a lewd act with another man. Just as it would shock him to learn that she had done so to prevent him from learning about even more obscene sexual acts that Sarah had willingly performed years before.

Lowering her eyes, Sarah blinked back tears of shame and frustration. Oh, if only I hadn't done that pornographic modeling! she lamented. Then I would not be in the awful predicament I am today, forced to have illicit sex with my husband's own brother, a man I despise. But Sarah knew that she had had no other choice at the time. It was either pose in the nude, performing lewd acts before the camera, or watch her ill mother suffer cruelly from the killer disease ravishing her body. Sarah had been as hopelessly trapped then as she was now. In both instances, the voluptuous young woman was doing something she knew was wrong in order to protect those she loved. Years before her mother was the person whose welfare was uppermost in her mind. Now she was submitting to her brother-in-law's outrageous sexual demands in order to shield her husband.

Sarah felt her shoulders slump in defeat for she knew that she was as helpless now as she had been years before. All she could do was pray that Gene's sexual interest in her would quickly wane and that he would look in some other direction for his kicks. When that happened, Sarah's private misery would come to an end and she would no longer have to submit to whatever indignities Gene's perverse mind devised. And she would no longer have to worry about the obscene photographs of herself either for Gene had promised to forget about them as long as Sarah went along with him. Much as she hated her cold-hearted and self-centered brother-in-law, Sarah knew that she would do as he wished, that she would force herself to participate in whatever sex acts Gene desired. But I won't let myself enjoy them anymore, Sarah silently vowed, humiliation coursing through her at the recollection of her intense and involuntary orgasm that morning. I simply will not give Gene that kind of satisfaction again. Surely she had cum like that, Sarah reasoned, simply because it had been so incredibly long since she'd tasted a warm pole of masculinity, that was all. She had simply lost control of herself but it would not happen again. Sarah would maintain a close watch on herself, keep her body in check so that it would not betray her like that again. By the time she and Mike retired for the night, Sarah had completed the mending and worked herself into a bundle of frayed nerves. For the first time in her life, she was glad that her husband merely kissed her goodnight and rolled over with nothing more than sleep on his mind. In her tense and highly emotional state, Sarah was afraid that she might have burst into tears had the man she loved reached out for her. Especially after what she had done behind his back that very morning. Even more upsetting, Sarah knew that she would betray Mike again the following day for Gene had assured her that he was returning with a friend of his. A female friend!

Tossing restlessly, Sarah was still wide awake long after her husband's even breathing told her that he was sound asleep. Visions of future orgies with her despicable brother-in-law flashed through her troubled mind, keeping her from slumber. The uncertainty of what lay ahead was torturous, causing all kinds of grim possibilities coursing through her mind. Gene was devious and unprincipled and Sarah knew that he was capable of almost anything. She speculated nervously about the girlfriend Gene said he was bringing with him the following morning. Sarah quickly envisioned an unattractive bawdy type of woman. She was probably some whore whs was willing to have sex with Gene before an audience... even a captive one.

Yes, that must be it, Sarah decided. Gene was going to force Sarah to watch while he and his two-bit girlfriend fucked for her benefit. Although the thought revolted the distraught brunette, she would find it less appalling than having sex with Gene herself the next day. If it gave her corrupt brother-in-law some kind of perverse pleasure from being observed while he screwed another woman, Sarah would force herself to watch. And she would consider herself lucky for getting off so easy.

It was much later when the weary brunette finally drifted off into an exhausted sleep. When she did, her slumber was plagued by nightmares, visions of herself and Gene performing lewd acts of sex. The two of them bucked up and down upon the bed, fucking wildly to a backdrop of the lurid photographs with which Gene was blackmailing her. Sarah's sweating body shifted restlessly on the mattress and she whimpered softly as she dreamed. Never in the young woman's wildest dreams, however, could she have imagined what perverse acts her heartless brother-in-law had in store for her in just a few short hours.

When little Jill complained of a sore throat the next morning, Sarah took the child's temperature and found that she had a slight fever. "I don't wanna go to school today, Mommy," the dark-haired girl whined, rubbing her eyes. "I wanna stay home with you, instead."

Sarah smiled as she bent over her daughter's bed. "All right, darling," she consoled, tucking the covers around her. "I'll phone and tell them you won't be in today. But first you're going to take some medicine for Mommy, okay?" Sarah hurried into the bathroom and returned with aspirin and a glass of water which she handed to her daughter. "Here, honey, take these," she instructed, smiling encouragingly. "And then drink as much of this water as you can. It'll help make you feel better."

As soon as Jill followed her instructions, Sarah went into the kitchen to phone the nursery school, telling them that as far as she knew, Jill would be in as usual on Monday morning. "It just seems to be a scratchy throat," she explained. "I'm sure that a day's rest will nip it in the bud."

After she hung up, Sarah looked up at the wall clock, biting her lip. It was nearing nine o'clock, the time she usually deposited Jill at the nursery school. Her stomach churned with the realization that Gene planned to come over this morning, expecting Sarah to participate in whatever sexual antics he had in mind. Undoubtedly, Sarah assumed, that meant having Sarah watch him and his cheap girlfriend perform for her. She had to call Gene right away and tell him that he must not come over, that little Jill was home sick and their plans had to be cancelled. Even though her fingers trembled as she dialed her brother-in-law's number, a great wave of relief surged through her. She was getting an unexpected reprieve! Although she was sorry that her daughter wasn't feeling well, Sarah could not help but be glad that her state of health would prevent Gene from including her in whatever sexual activities he had in mind this morning.

"He'll just have to take his two-bit girlfriend somewhere else to have his fun," she muttered under her breath as the telephone rang in the distance. Gene shared his studio apartment with a fellow employee named Lenny who, Sarah knew, was also working the night shift at the factory right now. Gene had brought his roommate over to the house a couple of times and Sarah got the impression that the obese young man was as self- centered as her brother-in-law. Maybe that's why the two of them get along, Sarah thought. Birds of a feather and all that. In any event, Sarah wondered idly if Lenny would vacate their apartment at a moment's notice in order to accommodate his roommate's lust. But that was Gene's problem, she thought with satisfaction as the phone continued to ring, not hers. Thanks to her daugher's unexpected sore throat, her problems were temporarily solved. For this morning, at least. Now she would not have to deal with her disgusting brother-in-law until Monday morning.

Sarah breathed a quick sigh of relief when Gene answered the phone. At least she had caught him before he had left to pick up the slut he intended to bring over to the house. Keeping her voice low, Sarah quickly informed her brother-in-law of the unexpected circumstances at home, adding that he could not come over, after all. But Gene did not accept her story at face value. His voice nasal with suspicion, he told Sarah that he would pick up his friend as planned and come over anyway.

"But you can't!" Sarah hissed, her heart skipping a beat. "We can't do anything while Jill is home! You must be out of your mind!"

Gene laughed softly. "I would be if I believed your story without checking it out. Don't worry, sweet Sarah," he went on, his voice mocking. "If Jill really is home sick, then I'll soon be on my way. My friend too. But if you're lying, I'm gonna expect even more action from you, dear sister-in-law!"

Before she could argue, Gene hung up, leaving the phone buzzing in her ear. Her stomach churning, she returned to her daughter's bedroom to see what the child wanted for breakfast. "By the way," Sarah added, keeping her voice light, "I just talked to your Uncle Gene and he's sorry you're sick, honey. He's going past the house this morning so he might stop by with a friend of his. Just to see how you're feeling, honey," she added, pasting a smile on her face.

Jill's pretty face lit up at her mother's words. "Oh boy, I hope he does come over," she said, her voice a bit hoarse. "I haven't seen Uncle Gene for a long, long time!"

Sarah patted her hand before going to prepare breakfast. "I wouldn't care if I never saw him again at all," she murmured softly once she had reached the kitchen. For the hundredth time, the well-stacked brunette found herself wondering why her daughter liked her uncle. Am I the only one who sees Gene as he really is? she wondered, reaching into the cupboard for a box of Jill's favorite cereal. Then again, Sarah knew that even though she did it reluctantly, she had to give the devil his due. Much as she disliked her brother-in-law she had to admit that Gene did seem genuinely fond of little Jill. For some reason, the child brought out the few good qualities the young man had. Seeing that Gene was the only living relative Jill had, Sarah supposed that she should be grateful that a bond of affection did exist between the two.

The front doorbell rang less than an hour later. Sarah, who was sitting at her daughter's bedside, reading to her, quickly tensed while Jill broke into a smile. "Oh, I hope that's Uncle Gene!" she cried, her eyes bright.

"I'll go see," Sarah told her, closing the book and rising. Glancing out the picture window in the livingroom, she recognized Gene's car at the curb and felt her jaw clench. I can just imagine the slut he's got with him! she thought, going to the door with apprehension. You'd think he'd have more sense than to bring a woman like that here when Jill is home!

When Sarah opened the door, however, her mouth opened in surprise. For standing beside her lanky sullen-faced brother-in-law was a tall slender blonde whom Sarah judged to be in her own age. A complete opposite from what Sarah had expected, the young woman was breathtakingly beautiful. Long blonde hair tumbled about her shoulders and except for a faint tinge of lipstick, her perfect features were completely devoid of make-up. She looked trim and stylish in her high leather boots and coat with a large handbag flung over her shoulder. When the girl smiled, Sarah saw how startingly white and even her teeth were. What on earth was a lovely girl like this doing with someone like Gene?

"Ain't you gonna ask us in?" Gene asked with a smirk, a large paper sack in one hand.

"Oh, of c-course," Sarah stammered, opening the door wider to let them enter.

"Brrr! It's really cold out this morning," the blonde said, shivering as she stepped inside. "Oh, what a lovely home," she exclaimed, gazing around the room with admiring eyes. Her voice was soft and pleasant and Sarah found herself thinking that had she met this young woman under any other circumstances, she would feel an instant affinity toward her, as though the two of them might well become friends. As it was, however, Sarah did not greet the attractive blonde with the warmth she might have.