Jon Reskind - Uncle Gaston and niece Voluma One

"Hummmm. I see. The whole thing, eh? To what extent, Jovell?"

"The ultimate… they'll label it a stock swindle."

Larreau sensed a sudden vacuum at the base of his vast stomach. "So? What the hell can you do about it?" he snapped suddenly. "You're my attorney. What am I paying you for, eh…?"

"I'm afraid it's not going to be that simple, M'sieu'," Jovell replied. "This is the government… not the stupid local hacks. But, of course, you yourself are clean. They can't touch you… but your nephew, Antoine…"

"Yes? What about Antoine?"

"Well… that's another story, M'sieu'. You remember that we set him up with indisputable control of the company for this very reason, hoping, of course, that it would never be necessary to use him as a dupe… but I fear… well… someone is going to answer… Do I make myself clear?"

Larreau rubbed the palm of his pudgy hand over his slightly perspiring forehead. "I see," he said after a moment. "It's that bad, eh?"

"Yes… it's that bad, and maybe worse," replied Jovell. "He'll definitely take a ride for this… We'll have to prepare him."

"Christ… he's my nephew, Jovell," said Larreau, more for appearances than anything, his brain already reaping the advantages with Madeleine if Antoine were completely out of his way.

"I understand, M'sieu' Larreau… but maybe I can ease that pain for you a bit," the attorney said, his tone of voice dropping to a quieter level.

"What're you talking about?"

The attorney hesitated. Then: "Axel just called. He was trying to locate you. He… he followed Ma'm'selle Novak to Ste. Agathe des Monts… your summer place. She went inside and Axel waited. In a little while Antoine showed up… They're together right now…"

Gaston Larreau stared across the room at nothing, rage rising uncontrollably inside him. He couldn't believe it… that either one of them would dare try anything behind his back. That stinking blonde bitch! And that little punk… planning to make a fool of him were they… well, by God, he'd see about that. Slowly, he began to calm and an evil smile spread his round, ugly face. So. Maybe they were going to make it easy for him after all… playing right into his hands…

"M'sieu' Larreau…? Are you there?" Jovell's voice sounded in his ear.

"Yeah… I'm here."

"Look… I didn't mean to upset you, but I thought…"

"Shut up and listen. Tell Axel to pick up two more of the boys and come by here for me," Larreau said, still smiling. "I think I feel like taking a little ride in the country, eh?"

Jovell hesitated. Finally: "Oui, M'sieu', right away."

Gaston Larreau slowly replaced the phone in its cradle, the wicked little smile never leaving his face, even as he sipped at his scotch and soda.

By God, it's all going to work out to perfection, he thought… absolute perfection.

Antoine arrived at the summer house in Ste. Agathe des Monts shortly after noon. He circled the area carefully, satisfying himself that there was no one sitting off somewhere and watching. Oh, there was a car parked a ways down the road, but there was no one in it and he laughed a little tightly to himself. His guilty conscience was running away with him already. Driving by, he had seen Ginny's yellow Fiat parked to the side of the house and sensibly he'd decided to leave his own car in a nearby wood and walk the distance.

She'd been waiting for him when he entered through the side patio, waiting in nothing but a sheer negligee she'd brought with her, no less, and when he walked in she ran to him, throwing herself into his arms, her mouth finding his passionately, the soft flesh of her round, sensuous body grinding hotly against his own.

"Darling… darling… I thought you'd never get here," she hissed into his mouth, her tiny tongue darting out to paint his lips and search into his mouth covetously.

All the way he hadn't been able to take his mind from Madeleine or Uncle Gaston, his guilt over what he was about to do damned near unnerving him. Twice, he had almost turned back… now, he was glad that he hadn't. He enfolded her into his arms and kissed her hungrily, feeling his prick immediately beginning to harden.

Ginny laughed warmly, her lovely eyes searching his own excitedly as her hand dropped between them to trace the outline of his stiffening penis.

"I can see that you're as ready as I am, lover," she whispered, gently fondling and caressing his thickening cock through his trousers.

"Christ…!" he gasped, pulling her tightly to him, his hand moving inside her negligee to cup her firm, hard-nippled breast and taking her breath away with a whimper. "I could hardly sleep last night, just thinking about you, Cheri… and this moment."

"Oh… oh God," she moaned. "Come on, let's go upstairs to the bedroom where we can get everything off. I want to go over you with a fine tooth comb… explore every nook and cranny of you. My God… I want you… need you so bad, Antoine darling."

He kissed her again, then gallantly lifted her into his arms and carried her up the stairs while she kissed his eyes and nose and lips, then traced her tiny wet tongue lavingly over his every feature. He lay her down on the bed, stepped back and smiled.

"Undress," she said. "Hurry, darling undress so I can see you."

Antoine swallowed with an effort. His prick was jerking in his pants and she was watching it, laughing delightedly, sitting up to slip out of her negligee as he fumbled with his clothes, her eyes widening excitedly the moment he dropped his pants, and even more so as his shorts followed.

"Oh… oh, my God, darling… its beautiful!" she breathed heavily, staring at his erect and throbbing shaft of hardened cock standing out from his naked loins with a proud, almost mean-looking upthrust. "Oh God," she moaned, rolling to the edge of the bed, hands outstretched toward it. "Bring it here to me so that I can love it."

Antoine could barely breathe with the desire she had already aroused in him. He moved toward the bed and she reached out, gently taking his prick between her two hands.

"Hmmmmm," she cooed with a loving little smile, her sea-green eyes engorging themselves on the rigid hardness of his long, thick member. "Oh darling, it's going to make me so happy… I know it is," she mewled.

Antoine groaned aloud as her soft hands caressed his pulsing shaft, and he saw the tiny drops of seminal fluid that oozed from its tip in his mounting lust. She brought it closer to her face while he watched entranced as her white, delicate hand stroked it, drawing the thick foreskin back back and forth… and then suddenly, she leaned forward, her small pink tongue flicked out to lick away the moisture at its tip. His knees went limp as he watched her oval her open mouth and press her wet lips warmly over its swollen head… slowly sliding his cock into the delightful haven of her mouth, her tongue lashing and working against its heavy veined, desire-hardened flesh in tantalizing enchantment: then, as slowly did she draw off of it, her encircled lips sucking their way to its very tip, and he could feel the unbelievable swirling motions of her tongue until finally her tongue-tip taunted at the tiny split of its end before she sucked it all the way into her mouth once more.

Christ… it was beyond belief. Heavenly! He'd blow his mind! But then, she stopped and looked up at him.

"My darling, I'd love to suck the cum from it… and I will, but not yet. I want you to come down here and hold me first… make love to me with feeling… kiss my breasts and run your hands over my body. I-I need that so badly, lover… someone with warmth and feeling who cares whether I live or die… Please, Antoine…" she pleaded, looking up at him with tears in her eyes. "Make me feel like a woman…"