Norma Egan - The sister keeper

Yet what else was there to do? Grin and bear it, I suppose, she thought to herself. She pushed the problem from her mind and hurried back to the hotel.

Jennifer passed the rest of the day busily but uneventfully, working in the manager's office and going over the hotel's books. She was pleased to discover that things were going very well financially for the Granada Hotel. She liked the staff, with the possible exception of Dr. Ciardi; she hadn't made up her mind about him yet. There was therefore only one real problem in her new life – her brother. She'd been a fool to submit to him last night, for now he'd assumed that he could have her any time he wanted her. And Jennifer had no intention of carrying on an affair with him. Yes, Jonathan was the one problem she had yet to deal with.

Later that evening, as Jennifer lounged on her bed and read a book on hotel management, her brother knocked on the door. She didn't know whether to be pleased or not. It would give her an opportunity to talk things over with him, to make clear that their incestuous relationship must end; but it would also give him a chance to misbehave again. She sighed, put down her book, and went to the door.

She opened it, keeping it on the chain lock, and said in a friendly but firm voice, "Jonathan, I want to make clear that there will be no repetition of last night. I'm absolutely set against it. If you have business to discuss, we can do it in the office tomorrow, and if it's something else – well, I simply think it would be best if you didn't come into my mom."

Jonathan smiled down from his superior height, looking bland and innocent. "Jennifer, darling," he said. "You're absolutely right, of course. I must have been out of my mind last night. I do promise to behave. And I do have business to discuss with you, urgent business that won't wait. If you could just give me a minute…" He broke off. He looked so apologetic, so reasonable and so calm that Jennifer relented.

She removed the chain lock and admitted her brother to her bedroom. He went to sit on the bed while she took the only chair. He did have business to talk about, a minor hotel emergency, namely the delay of a shipment of frozen lobster from the East – very embarrassing in light of the fact that the hotel dining room featured lobster thermidor as a regular item on its menu. Jennifer solved the problem by telephoning the hotel chef and convincing him to offer another seafood until the lobster could be obtained again. She was rather proud of herself for her diplomatic settlement of the problem, her first effort at hotel management.

"Very well," she smiled, turning again to her brother. "So much for the lobster crisis! Now, if there's nothing else, Jonathan, I'd like to get back to my book."

He gave her an intent look which she did not like very much. "There is one more problem, Jennifer," he said slowly. "Something just as urgent." And to her surprise and disgust, he suddenly unzipped his fly and drew out his long, white, and fat cock. "This has to be taken care of," he grinned.

"Jonathan, for heaven's sake!" Jennifer reddened and averted her face from his lewd exhibition. "If you're going to start that again, you can leave right now!"

"Jennifer," he pleaded, absently pumping and fingering his huge cock. "You can't expect me just to forget what happened between us. It was a beautiful fuck, you know that. And you're hardly frigid, either, little sister! You must want it, too. Come on, Jen, let's have a little fun. Into bed! I feel like I could go all night, make you come a hundred times! You can't turn down an offer like that!"

"Oh, yes, I can!" She glared at him. "Jonathan, I despair of ever getting through to you! I've told you again and again, I won't have an affair with you! It's immoral, indecent, sickening – even to think of it! Once and for all, the answer is no."

Jonathan rose abruptly, strode to her chair, and seized her hand, laying it on the warm, soft, plump shaft of his prick. She gasped and jerked her hand away, as if she had touched something diseased. "Jen, Jen," he pleaded softly. "Remember how it felt, stiff and hard, deep in your cunt? Remember how you enjoyed it?"

Jennifer remembered all too well. His words provoked a vivid memory, and she felt a little trickle of hot cream wetting the crotch of her panties. There was no denying it to herself – it had been heavenly fucking Jonathan. But she would never tell him so! "I repeat, no," she said coldly. "Please understand, Jonathan. If you and I are to work together in this hotel, you must leave rue alone! You must never even mention this thing again. Otherwise I'll leave!"

Recognizing the hysteria in her voice, Jonathan backed off. Stuffing his fat cock back in his pants and zipping up, he smiled soothingly at her, then patted her on the head. "All right, little sister," he laughed. "I tried, but you win. It could have been lovely – but I won't force you."

He strode back to the bed and sat down again, lighting a cigarette and looking quite neat and composed. "Well, then, let's talk about something else. We've been invited to a party tonight – that's something else I came to tell you. It's being given by one of the guests, Jack Harlan, a fellow who's made millions in oil. Needless to say, it would be good public relations for us to go, but I also think it would be a lot of fun. What do you say?"

Jennifer was so relieved to have won her argument with him, so glad that they would not have to quarrel any more, that she was quite ready to please him. "Why, it sounds delightful," she smiled. "When do we go?"

"In half an hour, as a matter of fact," Jonathan replied, glancing at his watch. "Can you be ready by then?"

"Nothing to it," said Jennifer. "What should I wear?"

He scratched his head. "That's a very difficult question to answer. In California the ladies dress rather eccentrically. You're likely to find everything from evening gowns to blue jeans. Tell you what, though. Since everyone is fascinated by the fact that we're twins, we might as well exploit the image for business. Let's dress alike. I noticed when you were unpacking that you have blue pants and a blue sweater. I happen to have one very much like it. We'll wear those, if you don't mind."

Jennifer laughed. "It seems rather silly!"

"Darling!" Jonathan laughed, but persisted. "This is America! Everybody has to sell himself. Come on, think of the publicity, the Hotel Twins, Jennifer and Jonathan! We can have all our clothes alike, even our bathing suits and pajamas! We'll infuse to be separated, walk around hand in hand…"

"Stop!" laughed Jennifer. "You'll make me throw up! Go on now. I'll get dressed – yes, in the blue outfit – and you can call for me in half an hour."

"Right!" He got up, gave her a light, brotherly kiss on the forehead, and left. Jennifer breathed a loud sigh of relief. She seemed to have won the battle with her brother, and there was only clear sailing ahead.

Half an hour later Jennifer and Jonathan entered the luxurious top-floor suite of Jack Harlan, the Texas oil man. They were greeted by the host, a tall, beefy, florid man in his late thirties, with an affable manner and a booming voice.

"Come right on in, folks!" he thundered, his drawl betraying his origins. "We're mighty honored to have you. Hey, everybody, here's the twins! You two know all these people?"

Jennifer and Jonathan were introduced to the other guests. The old man's wife, Bonnie, was nearly twenty years his junior, blonde and giggly and cuddly, and she appeared to have no more brains than a baby bird. Also present were Laura Langley and Kip Kovak – Jennifer blushed a little on being introduced to them, recalling the outlandish scene she'd witnessed that afternoon, but they did not notice her embarrassment. Finally there was a well-known American poet, Harold Witherspoon, a thin, impish little man with a mane of silver hair. With him was his mistress, a sinuous, black fashion model who went by the sole name of Ouida. Ouida was nearly a foot taller than her lover, sported an enormous Afro, and said very little, although her big, dark eyes seemed to catch and evaluate everything that happened.