Dressed in a mini-shift, Raquel Roberts now sat beside me in my car. It was past three o'clock in the morning. We had fucked and sucked so much, it was possible Kalman Albert had already brought Moira Evergrad home, reacted to the aphrodisiac, and finished her off before Raquel and I could ever get there.
I parked a block from the Evergrad estate and we walked to the fault in the hedge I'd found earlier. I saw a car parked directly in front of the long, circular driveway, and the Evergrad garage was closed, which meant Mitch Evergrad had returned, as well.
We could hear shouting voices coming from the house. We hurried to the family room window and peered in. On the bar was an open bottle of scotch and two empty glasses.
Sitting on the sofa at the far end of the room, totally naked, sobbing, and frightened, was Moira Evergrad, clutching her blouse to her large, firm tits. Halfway across the room, Kalman Albert, his face all puffed up from the beating Mitch Evergrad had given him, was sagging against the wall. His glasses were broken, as was his extra-large nose, and blood was seeping into his roachlike mustache. His scraggly beard was sticking out all over.
Mitch Evergrad was at the bar, getting a clean glass and pouring himself a shot of the scotch, saying, "I don't know what the hell came over you, Kal. It's a goddamn good thing you're gonna eventually marry Moira, or you'd be dead now. You're paying too fucking much attention to my sister. From now on you get your rocks off on Raquel Roberts. Give her a good time for the short time she's gonna remain alive. Once Cy Roberts inherits that loot and his heart gives out from fucking Joan Randall, all that money'll go to Raquel. But we have to wait until we knock off Judy first, and then Cy has to have his heart attack. It might take a little while, so you go fuck Raquel and keep her happy."
Raquel Roberts grabbed me by the arm and pulled me away from the house.
"What's this all about?" she wanted to know.
I explained, "All you have to know is, they plan to kill two people and make you rich. Then Kal is supposed to marry you, and then you get killed."
"What can I do?" she whispered frantically as we headed back to my car.
"If I give advice will you take it?" I asked.
"Anything. I don't want anyone's money if it means I have to be killed."
"So be smart. Write a letter to Kalman Albert telling him you don't want to marry him. Mail it, then pack up and leave town for a short while. When you get back I don't think you'll have to worry about Albert."
"But what about Cy? They want to kill him too."
"So what?"
"But it isn't right. Besides," she continued as we got into the car, "my alimony checks'll stop coming."
"Yeah, but think of that insurance policy that'll give you two hundred and fifty grand."
"How did you learn about that?" she asked.
"Simple," I said, starting the car. "I'm a private eye. I have eyes and ears everywhere. Cy is going to kill himself. But if you refuse to marry Albert, there'll be no reason for anyone to want to kill you."
I dropped Raquel Roberts off at her home, where she swore she'd pack and be gone the next morning. Then I returned to the Evergrad home. I saw Albert's shit-colored Mustang II was gone, but the lights were still on in the family room. This time I didn't bother going through the hedge fault. I walked in along the driveway and went straight up to the house, crossing the lawn to get to the family room window. I peered in, and there was Moira Evergrad, the prude, still naked, rubbing her leaking bush with her thighs wide apart. There was a look of indecision in her eyes as if she wanted nothing to happen, but couldn't help herself. She had obviously had some of the aphrodisiac in the whiskey, and was no longer in control of her emotions.
Across the room, also stark naked, and now affected by the liquor with the love potion, was Mitch Evergrad. His face and body were bright red.
"I don't know why," he was muttering just loud enough for me to hear. "But Moira, I'm gonna fuck the ass offa you myself."
"No," she whimpered, still rubbing her leaking split. "No, Mitch. It isn't right."
"The hell it isn't. You were gonna fuck for Kalman."
"But I didn't, Mitch. You stopped us just in time."
"So you say. I'm gonna find out f'myself."
"How?"
"I'm gonna fuck you and see if you bleed."
"I can't bleed," she reminded him. "Remember the doctor said I lost my hymen when I was twelve, playing tennis."
"I don't need no excuses, Moira. I'm gonna fuck you anyway. You're over thirty and you still ain't been laid. Well I'm gonna lay you."
"Don't Mitch. Don't do it. You know it's wrong."
"Yeah, well maybe, but I also know I'm hot for cunt. I don't know why, but I'm hot for cunt, and Moira, it's nearly four in the morning and yours is the only cunt around. So don't fight it, sister. You're gonna get fucked."
Evergrad approached his sister, watching her tremble as the perspiration dripped off her. She had stopped rubbing her pussy, and tried closing her thighs. But Evergrad was on her, using a knee to pry her loins apart, saying, "You fight and it'll hurt all the more. You relax and it'll all be over soon enough. Who knows? You might even like it."
He reached a paw between his sister's legs and grabbed for her snatch. Moira tried keeping her thighs together but it was no good. His hand was already clamped on her moistened pussylips, and much as she hated to admit it, I could see she liked the way his hand felt.
His head dipped down and his lips covered the reddish tan nipple of her large left boob while his hand kept rubbing her box. He made loud, sucking sounds as he slurped all over her breast.
His poking hand, pushing between her cunt lips, plus his chewing teeth working on her distended red nipple, added to the aphrodisiac Moira had imbibed made her vaginal walls pour forth a heavy lubricant. I could see the stuff come rushing out all over Mitch's wrist. He let the stuff cover his hand completely, then moved his fingers over her furry gash looking for her clit.
Moira tried hard to force her swelling passion down, but Mitch's movements were too overpowering. His rough fingers clamped over the extended nub of sensitive flesh and squeezed the woman-prick with just enough force to evoke an "ohh" from Moira. A shower of electric sparks seemed to erupt from inside her, and she writhed under his ministrations. One involuntary reaction followed another.
Her breath began escaping in trembling gasps as Mitch shifted his entire body between his sister's legs. When she felt his hot six inches of burning meat on the ridge of her now-torrid pussylips, she tried clamping her thighs together.
"Don't fight me, Moira," Evergrad whispered through his inflamed lust. He forced her legs slowly apart with his knees.
Reaching over to the side, he grabbed a cushion on the end of the couch and jammed it under his sister's ass.
"Mitch, no," Moira yelled.
He grinned back and said, "The fuck of the year, Moira, and you get it, baby."
He spread her burning cunt lips with his rough fingers and she screamed again as his bulging glans poked at the opening.
"Mitch," she yelled, "it's too big. Stop, you'll hurt me. Don't do this. I'm your sister. This is wrong. Don't shove that thing into me."
"Shut up, Moira. Shoving this cock into you is the only thing I wanna do right now."
I watched Mitch Evergrad push the pulsating point of his thick prong against his sister's slobbering twat. He wedged it between her tight, virginal labia. She screamed, anticipating the soon-to-be-experienced pain, bucking her ass back against the pillow, trying to dislodge his incoming cock. But the cushion kept her firmly in place.
Tears poured from her eyes as she continued begging her brother not to fuck his lob into her. But all Evergrad muttered was, "Relax, sis, relax. Take it easy and it won't hurt half as much."
"Please Mitch, it's going to hurt."
"Only for a little while, Moira, only for a little while. Then it'll feel real good. I promise."
"No, no, no, no, no," Moira Evergrad wept, still trying to dislodge her brother's pressuring cock.
"Here it comes," Evergrad yelled, and shoved his weight behind his extended meat. Three full inches squirmed their way into Moira's virginal nookie. Her agonized screams filled the air, and I could feel my own body jerk in sympathetic response to her agony. My left hand slapped itself against my heart, and that was when I felt it. Reaching into my inside jacket pocket I found my little high speed camera. I'd put it in my suit jacket more than a week ago with the intention of taking some still pictures of an infidelity scene. The guy had never shown up and I'd forgotten to take the camera out of my jacket pocket. So here it was, still loaded with high speed film and ready for the taking of pictures. As the action progressed I took more than thirty snapshots of Evergrad pounding his sister.
He was working his impaling prong into the narrow confines of Moira's slick but fist-tight twat. When he held back for a moment, watching her relax, he rammed once more, driving the huge prod in to the hilt, while his dangling hairy nuts slapped wetly against her newly opened slit.
I watched the excruciating pain smash into Moira's brain. It showed on her face and I got a couple of good pictures of her pain. Her stomach spasmed and she almost upchucked the pain was so intolerable. It was so intense her breath whooshed out of her, leaving her unable to scream. All she could do was lie there, her ass elevated by the pillow, her brother's fat dong buried deep in the sloshing crack between her agonized thighs.
Finally she began to sob and begged, "Please Mitch, please stop the pain."
"Don't cry, Moira," he reassured her, bending and kissing her tit (I snapped another photo). "It'll all be okay. Wait and see."
Moira's glandular secretions still flooded heavily out of her pussy and soothed the angry friction-rubbed walls of her aching cunt. Pain-easing oil smoothed its way along her entire inner cunt, washing over Mitch's cock as well.
Now he began working his erected prong in and out of her slippery hole, and I saw the pained look on her face slowly diminish as her narrow canal expanded to contain his raping cock. And then her cunt walls seemed to form a pocket around the invading tool, clutching it like a fist in a velvet glove, yanking on his tumescent muscle with gut-jerking power. It seemed as if the blood was draining from Mitch's face and finding its way into his steaming cock, swelling the burning meat to an unbelievable thickness.
"Moira," he said gutturally, his voice stuck in his throat. "Moira, you're terrific. I've never known a cunt as good as yours in the years I've fucked. Moira, your cunt was meant for me."
Moira's fingers were digging into his back, tearing bits of flesh from his pounding body. She soon was wrapping her legs around his waist, slamming her heels into the cheeks of his ass, yanking her wanton, seething pussy up to meet his every frantic lunge. Their hugging bodies were sweating profusely, glistening in the lamplight. I could hear the slapping of their bellies as Moira began to experience the good feeling her brother had mentioned.
Evergrad almost growled with animalistic fervor, and Moira screeched wantonly as they rutted, clawed, tore, grabbed, tugged, crammed and wriggled in total orgiastic carnality.
The torment of Moira's pain was all but gone and her own heated lust was building in her lubricating vagina. And as he fucked his sister, Mitch Evergrad kept dipping his head down and sucking away on her nipples.
Moira still made a half-hearted attempt to stop her brother, mumbling, "No, no, no."
She moaned, trying to keep his lips from sucking on her nipples, but after a while she was forcing her tit into his mouth, her belly twitched in wild rhythm to the pounding pace her brother was setting. The throbbing cock in her hot twat was setting her entire venal system on fire. Acid seemed to sear its way through her as she forced her hips up to meet Mitch's forceful thrusts.
"God!!!" Moira yelled, as her brother reached down and rubbed her extended clitoris. Her body and ass shook spasmodically as a million tiny icy impulses knifed their way through her.
Moira's knees opened all the wider now, affording her brother deeper ingress to her broiling cunt. He pounded solidly into her smoking snatch, his cock stuffing itself deep into her boiling, slithering cave.
By now, Mitch and Moira were at the brink of total fulfillment.
"Harder, Mitch," his sister suddenly said. "If you have to do it, do it right. Ram it all the way in. Screw harder, damn you." The tempestuous deluge was about to overtake her. Their pelvises slammed together again and again, in one violent collision after another.
Moira pulled her brother's face up and kissed him full on the mouth, letting her tongue mingle with his, and then she sank her teeth into his lower lips and bit hard (another picture) as the initial orgasm blasted through her entire body with cosmic force. She rocked, shuddering as if her body was about to shatter into a trillion pieces as shock after rampant shock surged through every capillary in her body. She sucked his surging cock deep into the maw of her exploding volcano, tugging so hard Mitch Evergrad was actually screaming in a strained, almost ghastly voice as his locks opened and he flooded the depths of her succulent cunt with a lava-like ocean of white spunk.
The thick warmth of his gluttonous semen, spreading through the velvety tissues of her broiling cunt caused a second orgasm to paroxysm through her trembling self. They clung to each other as if in suspended animation as Evergrad poured the contents of his swinging balls into his sister's gaping bush.
"Moira," he whispered, clutching her tightly to himself. "You're fabulous. You're terrific. I'd never dreamed you could fuck like this."
"Mitch," she murmured, clinging to him. "It was so-oo-o good. Do it again, Mitch. Do it again."
"You'll never marry Kalman Albert," he muttered. "Never. We have enough money. We don't need those millions. Besides, who wants to take chances and risk getting killed or locked up. From now on you're my own steady lady. No one else can touch you."
"But the club? What about all those other?"
"I'll take care of things Monday," he said. "Let's go upstairs."