"Ugh!" Erick groaned. That was only the first day, he didn't bother to read the second sheet of paper. He hated going on these tours with his brothers but he couldn't expect to get out of it all the time. Ron was very conscious of what the public wanted, and he knew that it wanted to see the whole family out there working for Tim Cassidy. Much as he hated to admit it, Erick knew that Ron was right. He would go along and smile and try to look busy, and maybe he could find some kind of amusement for himself.
Then he remembered Sylvie and the entire blurry events of the night before.
"Christ!" he exclaimed, as he headed for the shower, "and I almost got it in, too… just a few seconds more, and I would have been in!"
He laughed to himself as the hot water poured over his lean body, suddenly cheerful about the whole incident. He had little Sylvie just where he wanted her, didn't he? The delicate taste of her golden blonde cunt still lingered on his lips until he showered it off, and he wondered why he'd let her get such a rise out of him when she scrambled away from him and headed for that side door.
"Must have been pretty looped myself," he mused, "to let a little cunt like that shake me up so!"
As he descended to the dining room, Erick showed little signs of the previous night's debauchery… his drinking with Sylvie at the Club and his angry solitary drinking in his room afterward. He smiled brightly to the housekeeper, Margaret, and when he saw the little maid, Ella, he patted her on the bottom affectionately.
"We'll do it again soon, honey!" he confided, watching her blush deep red and hurry away from him.
Tim was already at the table, and Erick pulled up his chair after a brief good morning. He knew that Tim did not like to be disturbed so early with banal chatter. The oldest brother perused his newspapers silently, munching on his fresh croissants and drinking his steaming hot coffee.
Ron entered shortly thereafter, and sat down.
"Wher're the girls?" he asked. "I hope Arlene knows that she's expected to go along on this trip!" he growled sitting down.
"And Sylvie'd better be ready on time!" Ron was rarely pleasant in the mornings, but they were all used to it.
Tim looked up briefly from the New York Times. He recalled that Sylvie had really seemed out of it that morning, but he remembered that she was getting up as he came downstairs. But as for Arlene, he had no idea if anyone had bothered to tell the attractive brunette that she would be expected along on the trip to Cederton. Momentarily, he let his mind dwell upon the way his wife's dark-haired cousin had cooed and crooned when his cock slipped higher and higher into her raging pussy. She really wanted it bad! Tim surmised.
"That's your job, Ron…" he suddenly blurted out. "If you didn't tell Arlene she probably doesn't know unless Sylvie asked her to come, and you can't be sure of that. Don't bother me with those petty things!
I'll have to start having breakfast in my room if this keeps up!" Tim went back to his paper.
Justly chastised, Ron frowned and went upstairs to alert Arlene. He had expected the newcomer to be up and about bright and early the way she had been on her first day, and he made a mental note to observe her to make sure she was not the type who would let him down in the lurch.
Ella scurried up the back stairs holding the small tray in her hands.
She had been stunned to see the buzzer from Sylvie's dressing-room ring, and to hear over the intercom that her employer wanted to have coffee and toast and jam brought to her room. Ella was used to the fact that her beautiful blonde mistress seemed to have no use for her whatsoever. All that Ella could do was to straighten up while Sylvie was away, making sure that Sylvie's bath salts never ran out. It was an easy job for her, and she had no complaints, even though it was clear that Sylvie did not seem to be able to stand the sight of her.
Ella had no idea that she had been observed that day, groaning and grinding her naked buttocks into the sand as she received Erick Cassidy's thrusting hard cock deep in her half-virgin pussy. Had she known, she would never have been able to stay in the Cassidy's employ.
It was shameful enough for her now to have to live with the way she had behaved with the youngest brother of the family. And she only prayed that he would stay away from her, because she feared that a similar lapse might occur again. Certainly, he was one of the devil's agents!
Sylvie watched as Ella set the tray down and began to pour the hot coffee into a cup. She had been lying in bed with a boric acid pack over her eyes trying to make the swelling go down. She had precious little time before she would have to forget all the horror that dwelled within her bones and go out and be a public figure again.
She looked at the pretty teen-ager who acted as though she expected to be screamed out of the room at any minute. She suddenly felt sorry for the girl. As sorry as she felt for herself.
"Ella!" she said, "that is your name, isn't it?"
Ella jumped and almost dropped the coffee pot. "Yes… yes, ma'm."
"Do you like Mr. Erick?" she inquired, not really certain what she was going to say.
"I… I…" Ella stammered frightened to death. Did Mrs. Cassidy know about that day at the beach?
"You must stay away from him, Ella, do you hear me?" Sylvie said, her face contorted with emotion. "Even if you think you don't want to…
You must be strong!"
"Y-yes… ma'm!" Ella burst into tears and went running from the room, her high heels clicking behind her.
It was 9:30 P.M. and Sylvie Cassidy sat on the large platform in an uncomfortable folding chair. On either side of her sat her two brothers-in-law, Ron and Erick, her cousin, Arlene, sat on the other side of Erick and various other members of the party, cohorts and their assistants, including the older woman who was Tim's secretary sat in a long row across the stage. Sylvie watched her husband's back as he stood before them at the speaker's platform. She had long since stopped listening to his words, but she looked toward him with the expression of adoration that was expected of her. From time to time she would look out at the audience, and although the lights were bright against her eyes, she could catch a glimpse of a face here and there.
"We're all here on exhibition!" she thought, meanly. "They've just come to stare at us!"
She was overtly aware of the presence of the man she hated most in the world beside her. Her husband's younger brother had been sarcastically polite with her all day when they found themselves together. But she knew that he was only planning ways to get even with her for running away the night before. She had hoped to save some semblance of her honor by stopping the lewd plunder of her loins, but now she was not so certain that she had saved anything at all. The torrential orgasm that her brother-in-law had wrenched from her tongue-dipped pussy still seemed to resound in her belly, and she was in a constant state of arousal that she could do nothing to stop.
She thought wildly of seeing a doctor, but she knew she would be forced into going to the Cassidy family man, to whom she could never confide her problems. Somewhere, somehow, she must seek help, though, she thought as the audience began to applaud, or else she would go crazy!
"Mother's coming tomorrow, you know… flying in from Grandville!"
Erick whispered confidentially to her.
Sylvie jumped at the evil sound of Erick's voice so near her ear.
Thelma Cassidy! The very thought of it, that her dreadful mother-in-law would be there the following day was enough to make her want to break down and cry right then and there. She gave a sudden gasp and Ron turned and looked at her sharply.
"What's the matter with you Sylvie? You look terrible. Get a hold of yourself!"
Sylvie wanted to run into her husband's arms when at last he had finished with the questions from the audience. But it was impossible to reach him. Ron was already right next to him telling him that he had done better than was expected with the difficult questions about his position on Taiwan and he was elated that he had been so knowledgeable about the Women's Liberation movement. The others were crowding around and congratulating him and he was being pulled away toward the door.