The whole thing made her so sad that the bright sea-scape before her blurred as she felt tears coming to her eyes.
"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into…" her father had said when she had announced to him that she and Tim Cassidy would marry.
"Of course, Dad!" she'd replied impatiently. She was looking forward to the excitement of it all, and then just going on 23, she felt fully capable of handling whatever the future had in store for her. Just out of college, she'd been working a year in the State Capitol, in Tim Cassidy's office. Her pay was nominal but the glamour of working in the District Attorney's office had more than made up for that. It was easy to share an apartment with one of her fellow workers and to get by in the big city on her salary. Her father, of course, had never really forgiven her for not taking him up on his offer to come work at the department store in the small town of Tillings where she had been brought up. He had visualized that one day she would succeed him as head of the store, a position which held a great deal of prestige in Tillings.
Sylvie bent to pick up a sea shell, and nearby saw others that she liked even better. She began to collect them, trying to ignore the straining, hollow sensation in her loins that had begun to plague her.
She had thought she knew what she was getting into. Tim had carefully explained to her that it would be difficult, that his work schedule would be three times that of any ordinary husband, that she herself would be expected to show a perfection that most wives would find impossible, that her own duties would grow as his position in the state and perhaps later in the country grew. Her words in public would always have to be perfectly measured so that they would never reflect poorly upon him, or betray a political stance that was not correct.
"Oh, yes… Tim… I'm up to it!" she'd replied and then later, in his arms, she'd been certain of it, more certain than ever. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!!" she'd cried as his sweating nakedness glistened against hers, their bodies slipping and sliding against each other, tormenting and fulfilling each lustful request the other had; Tim's rock-hard penis thrusting high into her tightly clenching, smoothly gyrating cunt.
Never once had she envisioned the loss of those carnal joys with her ardent young husband. Never had she thought about what it would be like to have to be perfect and follow all those rigid schedules without the dark tangle of his limbs with hers to bolster each day and give her strength for any task.
She had never suspected that the cool hostility of her 36 year old husband's younger brothers would disturb her so, or that they could be so cruel to the woman that their brother had selected to marry. The frosty exchanges with her mother-in-law might have been tolerable were it not for the fact that her husband in every instance advised her to give in to the older woman, and more than once told her point blank that Thelma was right, and she was wrong. Daily, since the long arduous campaign for Senator had begun, Sylvie had grown more and more disillusioned with the powerful machine that was thrusting her husband into office. The ideals that Tim had seemed to stand for were turning into nothing but political fodder for the machine, and Sylvie herself was sometimes doubtful about her own motivations, or just what her real feelings were on what the newspapers called "the pertinent issues".
In private Tim showed a good humor toward his two brothers' blatantly uncaring attitudes toward such issues as the labor movement, the poor, the blacks, and corporate mergers. They planned their campaign for Tim so as to carefully avoid stepping on the wrong toes, and they were willing to wheel and deal at almost any cost to get the votes. Sylvie often had to contain herself as her husband accepted yet another deal that Ron had set up by giving his ruthless brother a pat on the back.
As for Erick, the youngest, he too was a lawyer, or at least had an office in Grandville and his name up on the door with Ron's, but as for practicing, Sylvie had never known him to spend more than a few days a week at the office. The playboy of the family, he was more content with enjoying the privileges of the family money. (Thelma Cassidy had married Jenson Cassidy, the now deceased oil millionaire some 50 years before.) And he made it a point to date some of the prettiest starlets that Hollywood had to offer. Sylvie had met many of them and had been curiously unimpressed by their beautiful faces and their outsized measurements. She had tried to get Tim to ask his little brother Erick to refrain from going into sordid and crude details about his love life with her, but Tim had told her not to be a prude and to humor Erick by listening politely. Nevertheless, Sylvie found the young 23 year old to be the most odious person she had ever met, and she despised the very sight of him, with his casual good looks, his blonde hair, just like his older brother Tim and Ron's difficult to keep combed, always falling attractively in his eyes.
And that horrible way he had of coming up to her from behind and whispering into her ear.
"Know something?" he confided, cheerfully, "Jill Jamison sucks cock like a real trooper. Had to finally jerk it out of her mouth before there was nothing left of it!"
This was a typical lewd statement, and Sylvie felt a ripple of revulsion as she thought of it and other equally untoward remarks the youngest brother of the "clan" had made to her in reference to his latest conquest.
Sylvie turned and walked higher onto the dunes, still walking away from the house. She hoped to walk until sundown, when she could at last count the long day as being officially over. The following day she had several appointments and then the day after that, Tim would come back home again.
Chapter 2
Ella began to mindlessly shake her head from side to side as Erick bent over her. Underneath her bare back she could feel the shifting sand grinding into her sensitive skin. She was so frightened that she felt frozen to the spot. How had she ever gotten herself into this? But then his chest was pressing against her nakedly quivering breasts and pushing against her so hard that she was pressed deeper and deeper into the sand. All lucid thoughts were being erased from her mind. This familiar man… one of the brothers of the Cassidy family was really a total stranger to her. She had never once dared to think of him like this, flushed with desire, naked… his nakedness touching her, pushing against her! His mouth crushed against her parted lips, and she had one last thought of her boy friend, off fighting in the war… somewhere in danger at the very moment perhaps while she… Erick's tongue entered her mouth and suddenly she swallowed it hungrily, feeling excitement building inside her shivering body. The young blonde lawyer was breathing hot moist air all over her and then all his weight was on her and Ella knew that within moments she would be penetrated by that fearsome looking instrument she had seen between his legs. When she had been with Johnny that one night she hadn't even seen him… he'd spared her that! But now, she knew, in fact she could already feel its hardness against one of her thighs. Would it ever fit inside her?
"Oh, lord, does he think," she wondered, "that I'm some experienced whore?"
His heavy legs were pressing against hers now and he shifted upward letting the fiery pole of his desire-hardened cock pulse against her flat white belly.
"I… I've only done it once before!!!" she blurted out suddenly, and she was startled by his response. At first he looked surprised and then he flung his head back and laughed a few short peals of laughter that made a coughing sound in his throat. Brusquely, he stopped, and his face mirroring his lewd intentions, Erick Cassidy whispered to the girl, "There's always a second time. You'll like it… you'll see!"