"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh… oooooohhhhhhh!" Sylvie began to moan, half in pain, half in pleasure. Erick pulled her far, far back onto his thrusting cock, now swollen beyond anything he had ever experienced before. It felt like a rock rising high inside Sylvie's stretched rectum.
"Oh… oh… oh baby!! Baby… Sonny's gonna cum… Sonny's gonna cuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmm!" In his ecstasy, he used the old family expression for him, the baby of them all, and letting his head fall back he roared out, "IIIIIIIIIIIII… IIIIIIIIIII… fuck back fuck back fuck fuck… Sonny'scummmmmmming!!!!"
And beneath his back breaking thrusts, Sylvie felt the first splashing torrents of her brother-in-law's hot white semen spluttering into the depths of her heretofore untouched anus, its warmth surging through her naked abused body like a volcanic eruption. The never before felt sensation sparked off her own climax, and once more that night she screamed as a great rush of pleasure ripped through her.
"Ooooohhhhh Nooo!" The hot thick sperm ran down the crevice of her wide split buttocks to the slit of her nakedly quivering pussy where it met her own fluid and the two mingled warmly as they seeped down her legs and onto the carpet beneath the sweat-glistening panting bodies of brother and sister-in-law.
"WHAT A LAY!!" Erick muttered as he fell across Sylvie's spent nakedness, congratulating himself on his own enterprising planning.
Chapter 7
Thelma Cassidy smiled for the photographers and kissed her son affectionately. She was secretly pleased that her daughter-in-law Sylvie was not present for the photographs, even though she had told the family that she was deeply insulted that Sylvie couldn't even get out of bed to see her.
"Cassidys don't get sick!" she told Tim, sternly, when he tried to explain his wife's sudden illness to her. "At least not when they're campaigning, they don't!!" she added.
Arlene stood nearby and thought she could not agree more. How Sylvie could stay away on this important day was more than she could fathom.
They would be leaving Cederton that night, and the bulk of campaigning was being done during the day. Thelma Cassidy had flown in with her own entourage, looking fit and hearty for a woman of her years, and the crowds gathered wherever they went, anxious to see all of the famous family together. Only Sylvie was absent, locked in the hotel room, complaining of fever and chills and producing thermometers to prove it.
By night time the entire group was exhausted, and when it came time to go to the airport, Tim and his mother waited in a limousine outside the hotel for his wife to come down.
Arlene had made sure that everything was packed and had helped Sylvie get ready.
As she watched Sylvie getting uncertainly to her feet, Arlene had to admit that her cousin did look sick. But not feeling very charitable toward her idol's wife and remembering the young senatorial candidate's stiff hard cock rising in her trembling cunt, scowled at Sylvie and inquired, "Such a sudden illness… what did you do last night to bring it on?"
Sylvie remained silent and tight-lipped. What on earth had ever made her think that she and Arlene were as close as sisters? Obviously there was no one in the entire world she could depend on… not even herself! She wondered vaguely if Arlene suspected that Erick had come to visit her, but then brushed it aside. No one would ever suspect the depths of degradation she had been dragged through by her evil brotherin-law!
"Probably screwing too much!" Arlene thought to herself bitterly, imagining herself as the chaste and efficient wife of Tim Cassidy. How much more suited for the job she was than her younger cousin! The comparison was almost embarrassing. Poor Tim, if only he knew. But once more, she reminded herself that she couldn't possibly do such a thing as tell Tim what she knew about Sylvie. She would have to suffer in silence while Tim went along believing his wife Sylvie to be a faithful and obedient wife!
"Well, let's go!" she said briskly. "You know if you'd travel with your maid, you wouldn't need me to do so many of these things for you!"
"Perhaps I don't need you to do anything for me!" Sylvie suddenly snapped back. Just how much abuse was she supposed to take from her cousin? She had brought her there to help her when she needed her most but the older girl's presence thus far had only served to aggravate things. She gathered herself up and walked straight and tall in front of the startled brunette. She began to call upon deep wells of courage inside her as she reached the elevator and knew that within moments she would be facing her eagle-eyed mother-in-law. She pushed Arlene to the back of her mind, she would have to deal with her later. Right now she needed all the strength she could muster.
Arlene followed in stunned silence and saw Sylvie into the limousine.
Then she went to the next waiting car and got in beside the two brothers, Ron and Erick. She saw Erick put something away in his pocket as she got in beside the two brothers, and she wondered what it was.
Obviously, the two brothers were talking about something that they did not want her to hear, for there was sudden silence as she got in.
"Sylvie any better?" Ron asked.
"Seemed much better," Arlene replied. "I think she'll be fine after another day's rest."
"She's got that speech at the Woman's Club in Grandville," Ron muttered darkly. "She'd feel better by day after tomorrow!"
In the front car, Thelma Cassidy turned toward Sylvie as they started off to the waiting airport and the two waiting private planes.
"Tim tells me this illness came on suddenly last night! You poor dear!
Don't trust these hick doctors. When you get back to Grandville, I'm sending Dr. Darling right over to you. He'll fix you up!"
"Right, Tim?" Thelma gave her handsome blonde son's hand a squeeze. Tim was looking out the window, thinking of how it would feel to pass these same bleak streets not as Tim Cassidy, D.A. of Grandville, but Senator Tim Cassidy.
"Tim needs you to be well for him, Sylvie," Thelma went on. "Remember … we Cassidys have a tradition to uphold. We are before the public eye, and the public is very demanding. Nevertheless, we will show our breeding and our backbone!
Sylvie set her teeth. "Yes, Mother Cassidy," she replied. "Yes, I know, Mother Cassidy." Back between her sore buttocks she still felt a horrible pain, a terrible memory of her evening with her husband's brother. The lips of her vagina were sore and raw, and so far the ointments she had applied had not helped at all. She ached all over. It had not been hard to fake the thermometers, and when the doctor had found her temperature normal, he'd declared that these things come and go rapidly. "Had three cases of this flu already this week, the only thing for it really is bed and rest. But I'll give you a shot, and you can get this prescription filled. Take the pills every four hours. I must say I've never seen such a famous patient. My little girls will be thrilled!"
"Take care of my boy, now Sylvie… I'm sending that darling, Dr.
Darling right over… he'll give you some of those special shots he gives me, and you'll be fit as a fiddle. Make sure that Tim gets some rest now. He looks tired, and oh, yes, I'll see you for certain before the big dinner at the governor's mansion." Thelma Cassidy headed away from them on the air-strip toward her own plane and her waiting entourage. She waved gaily to them after kissing them both goodbye, and paused to kiss her other two boys, Ron and Erick, who stood nearby. Her veils blew in the strong wind, and her still shapely legs moved briskly away from them. They all seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and then they moved toward the ramp of the airplane that would carry them home to Grandville.