Naomi McElroy: Blackmailed Sister-in-law

Sarah took the photos from Gene, set them down on the night stand, and reached for the buttons of her blouse. If it hadn't been for these, she would not be taking off her clothes right now, getting ready to spread her legs once more for the man she hated. She sighed heavily. At least it was almost over. As soon as Gene left, she would tear up the obscene photos and flush them down the toilet. Then she would try to forget the shocking things she had done in order to keep her husband from learning the truth about her sordid past.

On his way back to the shop after picking up a color television chassis that needed major repairs, Mike McBride braked at the busy intersection. While he waited for the light to change, an old man weaved his way toward him, selling bouquets of cut flowers to the waiting motorists. When he approached his truck, Mike rolled down the window. «How much?» he hollered.

«Two bucks,» the old man replied, holding up a colorful bouquet of mixed carnations.

On impulse, Mike reached for his wallet and withdrew two singles. He gave the money to the vendor and grabbed the tissue-wrapped bouquet. He smiled, thinking how pleased his wife would be at the unexpected gift. «I should do things like this more often,» he muttered under his breath, pressing the accelerator as the light turned green. Still riddled with guilt over his most recent indiscretion, Mike decided that they would hire a babysitter for the following night so that he and his wife could go out to dinner. Maybe they would even take in a movie afterward. Mike realized, with sudden shame, that he hadn't taken his wife out in weeks. Yet he had gone to the Brewery by himself and Sarah had never once complained. Filled with remorse at his lack of thoughtfulness, he decided to stop at the house and give his sweet Sarah these carnations right now. It would mean going just a few blocks out of his way and the colorful flowers would undoubtedly brighten Sarah's whole day. On a gloomy overcast day like today, they should be especially welcome. And I'll tell her to arrange for a sitter, he thought, turning the wheel. Heading for his house, the burly Irishman tried to imagine Sarah's reaction when he showed up with the cheerful blooms. He could not remember the last time he brought his wife a present like this for no reason at all other than the fact that he loved her. I bet she'll really be surprised, he thought with a smile. Just how surprised his wife would be at his unscheduled arrival Mike would soon discover!

When he pulled up in front of the house, Mike's eyebrows rose at the sight of his younger brother's red sports car. Well, I'll be! he thought, applying the brake. Gene must have stopped by to see Sarah. The thought pleased him for he often wished that the two people he loved so dearly enjoyed a warmer relationship. Although neither openly criticized the other, Mike often had the uncomfortable feeling that Sarah and Gene were not especially fond of each other. That's why he was always pointing out his brother's best qualities to Sarah and bragging about his wife to his brother. So they would appreciate each other more. He smiled, grabbing the flowers and opening the door. If Gene was stopping by to see Sarah during the day like this, maybe Mike's efforts were finally beginning to pay off.

Mike unlocked the back door and came into the kitchen with an expectant look on his handsome face, thinking he would find his wife and his brother sharing a cup of coffee. When he found the kitchen empty, he headed for the livingroom, the bouquet of flowers hidden behind his back. A frown creased his forehead when he saw that Sarah and Gene were not there either. He was about to call out when he heard strange sounds coming from the bedroom. Perplexed, the husky young man strode down the hallway, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting. Following the incoherent noises, he passed his daughter's empty bedroom and continued down the corridor until he stood outside the master bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and he could hear the sounds of labored breathing mingled with moaning cries. Completely baffled, Mike took a step forward to peer around the partially closed door.

Suddenly the bouquet of flowers fell from his hand, dropping noiselessly onto the carpet. His eyes widened in shock as his jaw went slack. The air escaped from his lungs in a painful rush as though he'd been hit in the gut with a baseball bat. A sick feeling flooded his veins at the unbelievable sight before him. The wife he adored was lying naked on the bed, her full lips parted and her features contorted by lust while the brother he loved and trusted lay on top of her, pounding his swollen prick into her uplifted cunt! Grunting and sweating from his efforts, Gene fucked her the way that Mike himself had never dared to screw his wife. Even more incredulous, Sarah couldn't seem to get enough! Her legs were wrapped around his waist like a human vise and she swirled her hips in hungry loops, welcoming, each forceful invasion. Mike could scarcely believe his ears when Sarah cried out in lustful abandon.

«Fuck harder!» she begged, her hands clawing his back. «Give me more, more!»

Paralyzed by shock, Mike stood motionless, his eyes drawn to the copulating pair like a magnet. Back in some distant corner of his mind, a small voice told him that he should let his presence be known, that he should take steps to end this shocking act of betrayal. But he was unable to move. He kept staring in open-mouthed horror as his brother's blood-filled cock mercilessly pounded his wife's grasping pussy. Gene's huge joint was bright with passion, shimmering wetly from Sarah's milky cuntal juices, and the wet sucking sounds of her grasping cunt accompanied their grunts and outcries.

«Like my prick?» Gene asked, pounding into her.

«Oh yesssssss!» she wailed, tossing her head from side to side. «Keep fucking!» she begged, the pointed nipples of her uplifted breasts quivering with excitement. «Don't stop! Shove your big cock clear up to my throat!»

As Mike's voyeuring eyes continued to observe the naked tangle of writhing flesh, he began to feel something other than horror. The unmistakable heat of passion crept through his loins, making his testicles swell and tighten while his penis grew rapidly, straining hotly against his trousers. He'd never seen his wife so worked up. Her flushed face, frantic gyrations, and wanton cries were turning him on, making his heart pound and his aching prick throb with desire. His brother was acting out one of Mike's secret fantasies right before his eyes, fucking his wife savagely, spearing her tunnel of love the way Mike himself had longed to do ever since he met Sarah. Sarah was responding the way she always did in his wild imaginings too, grinding her foaming pussy against the root of Gene's pummeling shaft, begging for more. Christ, she fucks even harder that Lil, he thought, breathing hard. Look at the way she lifts her ass for a deeper fuck! And her legs are curled around him like goddamn pretzels!

Spellbound, Mike stood gaping from behind the door while his brother hammered into his beloved wife with fierce determination. He saw Gene's hands slide under Sarah's creamy buttocks to lift her even higher while he ripped into her steaming orifice like a hot poker. Sweat trickled down his back to fade into the hairy slit of his bucking ass. His mouth hung open and his eyes were thick lidded and glassy. He grunted as he viciously rammed in and out, his huge prickly sacs swinging back and forth, batting Sarah's uplifted moons with a steady rhythm.

«Oh Christ!» Gene suddenly cried, jerking his slender body even more savagely. «I'm cumming! Aghhhhhhh!»

Her pelvis whirling with maniacal frenzy, Sarah joined her partner in illicit orgasm. She curled her legs more tightly around his waist, mewling and moaning as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her, drowning her in a sea of forbidden passion. She felt the hot semen burst within her rippling vaginal walls in sporadic jerks, blending with her own hot juices.