Grace Wilkenson - The Family Swappers book One

"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…???"

"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.