Naomi McElroy: Blackmailed Sister-in-law

«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.

«Won't you sit down,» Sarah said stiffly, gesturing toward the sofa, «while I go tell Jill you're here.»

But the child needed no formal announcement. At the sound of voices, she jumped from her bed and ran into the livingroorn. «Uncle Gene!» she cried, running to him with outstretched arms.

«Jill!» he exclaimed, opening his arms wide to catch her. «Say, what's this I hear about your not feelin' good?» he asked as the girl hugged him soundly.

«My froat hurts,» she explained, pointing to her neck.

Gene threw back his head and laughed while the attractive young woman beside him smiled at the heartwarming scene. «It does?» he asked, grinning at her. «Well maybe this will help make it feel better!» With that, he gave the child the large paper bag he'd been holding.

Smiling, Jill opened the sack and peered inside. Her smile widened and she shrieked with delight at the contents. «A doggie!» she cried, reaching in the bag to withdraw a large stuffed animal with big floppy ears. «Oh, thank you, Uncle Gene,» she bubbled, hugging the toy in her small arms.

«Uh, this here is Fern,» Gene introduced, turning to the beautiful blonde seated on the sofa.

«You're pretty,» Jill said with youthful candor as the young woman smiled at her.

«Well, thank you,» Fern said, displaying her perfect teeth. «I was just thinking the very same thing about you, Jill.»

Noting the ease with which Fern spoke to her daughter made Sarah like the young woman on the sofa despite the fact that she had come with Gene. Sarah could always detect a forced joviality toward children and she knew that the slender blonde had a genuine fondness for young people. Still, Sarah remained silent while Gene visited with his niece for several minutes. Relief rippled through her when Gene lifted Jill in his arms and carried her to her bedroom.

«You better get back in bed, young lady,» he lectured with mock sternness. «'Cause I wanna hear that you're all better by Monday mornin' y'hear?»

The two women suddenly alone in the room, Sarah cleared her throat self-consciously. «How long have you been dating Gene?» she asked, a plastic smile on her face.

«Oh, we don't date, Sarah,» the girl quickly explained, smiling warmly, her eyes reflecting open admiration as they traveled the length of the brunette's voluptuous figure. «Gene and I are just friends, nothing more.»

Sarah frowned, more confused than ever. Before she could say anything else, however, Gene returned to the room, gesturing for Fern to follow him to the door. «Guess we'll be movin' on,» he said, «Jill don't look real sick though. So take good care of her, dear Sarah. And we'll see you Monday mornin' for sure.»

Sarah wore a perplexed expression as she followed them to the door. She stood by the window, watching the unlikely pair get into Gene's sports car and wondered what part Fern was to play in Gene's bizarre plan of sexual blackmail. Maybe Gene has fallen in love with her, she speculated, her hopes rising. And he wants me to do whatever I can to convince Fern that he's a worthwhile person. Fern seems like a lovely young woman, Sarah thought, watching Gene's car pull away from the curb. Much too good for someone as contemptible as Gene. Still, if she could get off the hook by doing her best to convince the beautiful blonde that her brother-in-law was a swell guy, Sarah knew, with a twinge of guilt, that she would play along with the scheme. Her love for her husband was far stronger than any twinges of conscience.

Sarah enjoyed the weekend that followed with the desperation of those whose days are numbered. She spent quiet times with her daughter, noting with mixed emotions, Jill's return to perfect health. Although she was glad to see her thriving, Sarah dreaded the thought of her brother-in-law's scheduled visit early Monday morning. Whenever she brooded about it, however, Sarah tried to tell herself that it was possible that her brother-in-law had fallen in love with the beautiful blonde and changed his ways. Could it be that Gene had reformed, was already sorry for what he'd done the other morning? Although the distraught brunette hoped that it was true, she was doubtful. Gene seemed as cocky as ever Friday morning. Still, Sarah simply could not understand why a girl as lovely as Fern would participate in a scheme involving sexual blackmail. Confusing as the situation was, the voluptuous brunette was unable to convince herself that her troubles with Gene were over. The weekend seemed to pass much too quickly and Sarah dreaded the arrival of Monday morning.

When Mike turned to her in bed Sunday night, Sarah went into his arms eagerly. Her private turmoil had her as tense as an overwound coil and she longed for the release that lovemaking could bring. Much to her frustration, however, Mike approached her with his usual reserve. After she had removed her nightgown, he lowered his blond head to her bosom, nipping lightly at each uplifted nipple while he lightly caressed the mammoth mounds of firm flesh surrounding them. Sarah felt her bright rosettes spring to life at the touch of his warm mouth. They rose in the air all hot and pink and eager. His kneading fingers felt so good on her twin hills of femininity, making Sarah's sensual lips part while emitting a sigh of pleasure. The well-endowed young woman ran her fingers through her husband's curly hair while he treated her melonous breasts to the delights of his hands and mouth.

All too soon, though, Mike's warm mouth released her savory nipples, leaving them wet and distended, fairly quivering for more. When Mike's hands also moved away from her pale spheres of flesh, she whimpered softly. Oh, how she wanted him to keep his lips and hands on her! She quickly compared her husband's timidity with her brother-in-law's demanding mouth and Sarah found herself wishing fervently that Mike would go at her big boobs with the same gusto Gene had displayed the other morning. Much as she despised her arrogant brother-in-law, Sarah had to admit that his searching mouth and hands had felt good on her naked flesh. When Gene attacked her big tits, fiery bursts of pleasure had coursed through her body and the fuzzy triangle between her legs had come alive, throbbing in hot appreciation.

Now Sarah's sexual appetite had merely been whetted and she longed to cry out to her husband to keep sucking, to tug harder on her hungry flesh but her inhibitions with Mike were far too strong to allow such candor. Instead, she remained silent and miserable as he abandoned her eager breasts to climb on top of her. His soft lips lowered on hers and she felt the warmth of his tongue inside her mouth. She moaned softly while Mike swirled his wet oral member, making her pussy flutter and throb. She slid her arms up his broad muscular back, thrilling to the weight of his powerful body on hers. Mike was such a big handsome hunk of masculinity … and she loved him so! The young housewife was certain that her burly husband was capable of fucking her soundly if only his sexual needs matched hers. But Mike seemed perfectly content with his tepid brand of lovemaking and Sarah would never dream of letting him know that she secretly hungered for more. What good would it do, except to bruise his ego, when Mike's libido was obviously much more easily sated than hers? Maybe I'm just oversexed! Sarah found herself thinking once again.