16 comments/ 192692 views/ 44 favorites The Poker Pot By: julybear7 Chap. 1 (Harry sweetens the pot with his wife) "You're an asshole, Harry," Charlie grunted, thrusting his cock into the man bent over before him. "Worse, you're a fucking asshole, a stupid fucking asshole," thrusting again, harder, timing each thrust to a word. The woman caught between Harry and the game table yelped in pain as the table was pushed into the wall. Charlie sensed a tightening of Harry's asshole. "Oh no! I told you, no one but me comes in your wife for the next month," he said, pulling Harry back and out of his wife's ass. Even so, Harry sprayed his cum all over her ass and back. "That squirt just cost you another week, Harry. You okay, Marie? Didn't mean to hurt you." "Didn't mean to hurt me?" she shouted, "You friggin' bastard! You fuck me in front of my husband and then you fuck him while he's screwin' my ass. You think being pinched between you and some freakin' table hurts worse than that!" She pulled her jeans up. Charlie chuckled. "Probably not. Go get cleaned up, grab whatever you'll need for the morning, then we can get out of here." Marie glared at Charlie, then looked to her husband, sitting, his head in his hands, staring at the floor. "Harry?" she asked, her voice harsh. Her husband looked up at her without answering, a lost, shattered look in his eyes. Half an hour ago, Harry had felt like he was on top of the world. His two poker friends, Tom and Paul, and a recent addition to their weekly poker game were playing seven card stud. His seventh card was his fourth ace. Tom and Paul both had small pairs showing; Charlie, four numbered cards, a possible straight. Harry had a pair of aces showing, so he opened the betting with a high, but not unusual bet for the group, especially during the last game of the evening. Uncharacteristically, the betting went around the table six times, Harry and Charlie raising the bet to the limit each time. On the last time around, both Tom and Paul folded, so it was just him and Charlie. Charlie raised the bet again. Harry thought a minute. Charlie had a history in their group of bluffing. Harry's aces were practically unbeatable in straight seven card stud. He looked at the pot. With all the betting which had gone on, it had to be near four grand. Charlie had raised his last bet a hundred and a half just to call the bet. Harry blanched, looking at his cash reserve. Charlie spoke. "I hate to see a man lose a chance to show his hand with a pot this large. If you can't cover the bet with cash, you have something I'll let you use to cover it." "What?" asked three voices in unison. "Down boys. This's 'tween me 'n' Harry. What do you think, Harry?" 'Damned if I------Hah, there's no fuckin' way she'd let that happen. I seen the way you been eyeing her all night, but no fucking way she'll con—" "Okay. Put up the one fifty, or I'll take the pot and go." He paused, briefly. "Why don't you ask her? You think you got a winning hand or you wouldn't still be in the game." "What about you? You're still here." "Yeah," Charlie smiled with only his lips, "but I got a history of buying pots, bluffing on junk. But you? You only bet on sure things." Harry looked directly at him. After a brief hesitation, "Marie, come here." She came in from the kitchen, five feet eight inches of brown-eyed willowy blonde movie star beauty, dressed in form fitting blue jeans and a man's white shirt with the tails tied just below her ample breasts, to stand by Harry's chair. "Charlie said he'll let me cover his bet by putting you in the pot. What should I tell him?" her husband asked. "Tell him to kiss his own ass." The men laughed as she turned to walk away. "The pot's close to forty-five hundred dollars," said Charlie. "Harry's bet for the hand totals around nine fifty. I'll let him take out his cash, then I'll put in enough to bring it back to forty-five hundred, add another 5 C's and let him put you in to cover his entire bet." Marie stopped and turned around.. "What are the conditions? There are always conditions," said Marie. She looked at Charlie. Not really handsome, he was good-looking with piercing blue eyes. They reminded her of her grandfather. Charlie was tall, 6-3, with brown hair in an Italian cut, short so it didn't need combing. Lean and, judging from what she saw of his arms, well muscled. "Five grand--five weeks." "Five weeks of what? Clean and cook?" "That, plus full spousal privileges." "In your dreams! Go screw yourself." She started to turn away. "What do you say, Harry?" Harry looked at the pot,then at Tom and Paul. He looked at the pot again, at his cards, and then pulled Marie's head down to whisper to her. "You're sure," she asked. "Practically certain." He looked at Charlie's cards--the three and five of diamonds, six and nine of spades showing. Based on what he remembered of the folded hands, he figured Charlie had at best a 10-high straight. He said to Marie "There's only one hand that'll beat me, and it's an impossible long shot he'd have all the necessary cards in the hole." "Okay," she said with a sigh. Looking at Charlie she said, "We'll leave in the nine fifty, you make the pot six thousand against one month, from tonight to this date next month." "Full privileges?" She hesitated, then nodded. "The first time, tonight, right here on this table after Tom and Paul leave." "You kidding? No way!" "No bet." "Harry?" "What the fuck does it matter what he demands? He isn't gonna win." "OK," she paused, "OK, tonight, here, on the table, in front of the whole freakin' world if that's what you want." "How much is in the pot, Paul?" Paul and Tom both looked at the woman and the men still involved in the game, then at each other. Shaking their heads, they counted the money in the middle of the table. "I make it forty-eight fifty, That sound right to you, Tom?" Tom nodded. Charlie extracted his wallet from his back pocket. He removed some bills. "That do it?" Paul nodded. "Okay, I call. I win, I get the pot and Marie for a month, starting with a fuck here on this table in front of Harry, after Paul and Tom leave. Sorry guys. Some things shouldn't be witnessed by any more people than are absolutely necessary. You understand." Marie opened her mouth to object to Harry watching, then remembered what Harry said about it making no difference what Charlie demanded. She just smiled and started thinking how she could get most of the money from Harry, tightfisted as he was about spending money on her or the house. "What you got Harry, the fourth ace?" "How'd you know? You got the cards marked? You been awful lucky tonight." "I can't imagine any other hand that would tempt you to make such a stupid bet." He turned over his hole cards--the five, seven and eight of spades, making a straight flush. As Harry looked at the cards and the facts sank in, Tom and Paul got up and excused themselves. Marie looked at her husband who was starting to look green. "Harry? What's wrong? You said you couldn't lose. What have you done?" Charlie reached out and gathered the money. He looked at Harry with barely a twinge of pity. He knew the man had lost all his money, and a great deal more. He looked at Marie and saw the facts start to register. He counted out the cash Harry had lost on the last hand and handed it to her. "Here's the money Harry lost on the last hand. It's for you, to have at the end of our time together. I know you think it should go to Harry, but if you give him so much as a dollar of it, I'll fuck your ass right here, right now." She didn't believe him. The several times she had met him at social gatherings, and the nights he had come over for poker, he had always been polite and respectful. Tonight was the first time she had ever even heard him swear. Besides, she knew that the money was all of the couple's cash reserve. Without it, Harry wouldn't be able to buy gas to go get food, or get to work. In fact, they often counted on his poker winnings to get through the month. She counted out four hundred and tucked them in her jeans pocket and dropped the rest on the table in front of Harry. "I have to," she said looking at Charlie. "He may be stupid and an asshole, but he is my husband, and it's all we have." "That's too bad for you." He reached over the table and grabbed her arm, then dragged her around the table. In an instant, she was bent over the table with her jeans and panties down to her knees. He shoved his middle finger into her and started massaging her pussy walls. The two adjacent fingers he used to reach and rub her clit. "Shit, you're tight. I'm going to enjoy this." Marie gasped at the sudden intrusion. Before she married Harry, she had had sex only three or four times before she got pregnant. Even after she lost the baby, if they had sex once a week it was a lot. Usually, it was less than once a month. Then, a year ago, Harry had lost his temper and hit her. Since then, he hadn't touched her, not even a kiss. When she was barely moist, she felt him invade her pussy. She gasped again, this time in pain. As inexperienced as she was, she knew the prick entering her pussy was huge. He thrust into her forcefully, if not rapidly. She raised her head to look across the table, looking for some support, some acknowledgment of her suffering from her husband. He sat there, taking in her ravishment, with the same expression she saw on his face when he was watching his porn movies. She saw his hand move toward his groin. As the realization dawned that he was becoming aroused watching her rape, she became aware that the pain in her pussy was turning to pleasure. As she recovered from a small climax, she felt Charlie loose his seed in her vagina. She moaned when she felt him withdraw, and then press against her rosebud. There was an uncomfortable pressure, then his cock popped through, the first time that portal had ever been breached. She gritted her teeth and swallowed the cry of pain. She thought to herself that she'd be damned if she'd give her assailant the satisfaction of knowing how badly she hurt. As he continued to assault her ass, the pain abated, and she began to feel the beginning twinges of pleasure again. She felt his hands move, one to her breast to squeeze and roll her right nipple. The other hand moved down through her blonde thatch to find her clit again. Both hands began a light massage, coordinated with the thrusting rhythm in her asshole. She felt a sensation building in her she hadn't felt in nearly three years. She tried to resist it for her husband's sake. For better or worse, asshole that he was, he was her husband, and she felt she owed him some consideration, just based on that. In spite of her efforts to suppress it, she felt the tension build and explode, the sensations traveling from her pussy outward to her toes and her scalp and back, leaving her spent, moaning. She felt Charlie lean over her, then whisper in her ear "That's the first of at least thirty-one. I'm gonna fuck that sweet pussy of yours every day for the next month, and you'll cum like that every time I do. And just maybe I"ll do your ass each day, too. How would you like that?" Wearily, she shook her head no. "Okay, Harry, get over here and tell your wife you forgive her for all the fucking she's about to do to pay off your gambling debt. "You can use your tongue to clean up that nice tight cunt I just fucked, or you can fuck her ass. But, if you choose her ass, don't come. Nobody but me gets to come with her for the next 31 days. You do, and I'll claim another week." He paused for effect. "But, I'll warn you, if you choose to bugger her, I'll fuck your sorry ass as well." Marie flinched as she heard the coarse language, and realized she was getting turned on hearing Charlie telling her husband he could eat her or fuck her, and get his own ass fucked in turn. She wondered what Harry would do. He had never touched her pussy with his lips, but she couldn't believe he'd choose to get fucked by another man to avoid doing so. She was a bit surprised to feel him step up in Charlie's place and put his cock up to her asshole. As he pushed his way in, she was immediately aware of the size difference between him and Charlie. Harry wasn't huge, but neither was he tiny. She could wrap her hand around him, overlapping her thumb and forefinger to the first knuckle. She guessed Charlie's cock was a lot thicker, and longer, since Harry went in without any problem. Then she heard Harry's cry of pain and felt him sink into her and bump up against her ass. She knew Charlie had followed through with his threat, just as he had with her. She resolved then not to doubt him again. Chap. 2 (Charlie collects his winnings, including Marie) "Go on, now. Get cleaned up. Harry's cumming in you like that just earned me another week. Right, Harry?' Harry nodded, numb to the world. Marie hurried to the bathroom and showered, carefully washing her tender pussy and ass. Although she hadn't been a virgin when she married Harry, there hadn't been many men who had had the pussy privilege Charlie had taken tonight; nor had there been any who had made her cum that hard. If Charlie kept his threat (promise?) to make that happen every day, it was going to be a very interesting month. She felt some guilt looking forward to sex with Charlie, but then thought Harry had brought it on them himself. He had ignored her for a year, and then convinced her to agree to let Charlie fuck her every day for five weeks. If they were all like tonight... She almost came again thinking about it. She finished cleaning up, gathered a few changes of clothing, some pantiliners and tampons, her toothbrush and some make up. She was back to Harry and Charlie in twenty minutes. As soon as she was out of the room, Charlie turned to Harry and asked, "Tell me Harry? What made you come so hard? Seeing me rape your wife? Seeing me bang her ass? Getting to screw her ass for the first time? Me making you fuck her ass? Or was it me fucking your sorry ass?" Harry sat there shaking his head as Charlie questioned him. But at the last question, his head jerked up, then he quickly turned his head away. "So that was it--getting fucked in the ass. Maybe you should finish the job. Here," he said, pushing his cock up to Harry's mouth, "suck me clean so when I get Marie home tonight, I don't carry any of your shit into her pussy." Harry tried to avoid the large cock aimed at his face, but Charlie grabbed him by the ears and forced him to open his mouth and take the head in as far as Charlie could push it. "Come on, Harry, you know the drill, suck and tongue it. How many whores have you paid to do that to you?" As Charlie started to twist his ears, Harry began to suck on his cock. "Swallow me," Charlie ordered, "and I don't want to feel a tooth, or you won't have any left. Understand? Nod if you understand." Harry nodded and tried to swallow the mouthful he had. With a sense of relief, he felt Charlie start to withdraw. He opened his mouth to catch his breath and felt Charlie invade his mouth and throat again. This time he felt the monster slide down his gullet, nearly choking him. Then Charlie began the pumping rhythm of fucking Harry's mouth. "Get ready, Harry, your mouth feels just like a strange pussy and I'm about ready to cum a bucketful." Even as he said the words, Charlie exploded in Harry's mouth, and Harry's cock exploded all over Charlie's pants and shoes. Harry cringed with shame as he realized what had happened. He had cum, with no stimulation except being face fucked. Charlie looked down at his pants and shoes, then at Harry. "So that's how it is, huh, Harry," he guffawed. It was at this point Marie returned. "What happened? What's going on," she asked. "All set ," Charlie asked, ignoring her question. She nodded. "Okay, Harry. I'll have her back to you in five weeks, if you still want her, and if she still wants to come back. She'll be back without any injuries or marks that won't disappear within a few days. "Nobody but me will use her, without her permission, but I don't foresee the situation coming up. I'll treat her with the same respect and in the same manner as if she were in fact my wife." Charlie pocketed the money Marie had dropped on the table. "When, or if, she comes back, it'll be her choice to stay with you, return to me, or find some other poor son of a bitch to irritate. "She may return briefly if she thinks of something else here she wants or needs. If she does, you may not touch her, even to shake hands. Do you understand? "If you touch her, I'll return with some friends and we'll all repeat tonight. Do you understand? I need to hear you say you understand, Harry." "I understand," Harry responded in a monotone, as if he were drugged or hypnotized. "And Harry, I gotta tell ya, I really enjoyed my special social time with you tonight." Harry looked up, puzzled, remembering. "You!!" In his Escalade, Marie sat with her arms crossed over her B-cups. Charlie looked at her and grinned, remembering how full and nice they had felt in his hand. He had been planning this evening for several months. Since he had seen her at a company picnic and learned who her husband was. He had seen them at several social functions, and observed how Harry treated her, either ordering her around like one of the paid servants, or totally ignoring her, even when standing next to her in a group of strangers. Personally, Charlie thought she was the most attractive woman in a city full of beautiful women. The owner of the local manufactory was known to base at least part of his hiring decisions on the appearance of the candidate's wife. He had also fathered a family almost entirely female, and all of them movie star beautiful. Marie came from that family. He had known who she was as soon as he had seen her, recognizing the family resemblance.. But what was she doing with Harry, whom he had also recognized. He reached over and gently took hold of her chin and turned her face to him. He kissed her lightly on the lips, barely caressing them with his tongue. "That's a little late, isn't it," Marie asked, "Late and not nearly close to enough to make up for what you did." "I'm sorry I hurt you. Really. But I wanted Harry to think you were going to be badly abused for the next month. I didn't know he wouldn't care. "Five days from now, you can decide to stay with me or go away, just not back to Harry. But you have to give me the five days. Here's the money you tried to give him." "What? What are you saying?" She turned to face him. "I only have to stay with you five days? What do you mean he doesn't care? Five days then I can stay or go? Why? Doesn't care? How do you know?" "I'll explain everything later. Five days?" "Full privileges?" "Well, you won't have to cook or clean. I've already got those covered." He grinned. "Sex, yes, every day at least one guaranteed orgasm for the next thirty-five days, if you decide to stay, or longer. If you want to stay." Something about his tone, light, amused, and amusing, sensual, promising, made her smile. Then laugh. She remembered the feelings and the orgasm she had had earlier. "Okay, five days, full privileges, every day--those are all of your terms? I just can't return early to Harry. That's why you gave me the money?" He kissed her again. She felt his tongue on her lips and responded, opening her lips to him just as she knew she'd be opening her thighs to him later. Chap. 3 (Marie learns Charlie's identity) She woke to a strange sensation between her thighs. None of the men she had been with had liked to give her real oral sex. Only one would grudgingly go down on her, and then only if she'd consent to letting him cum in her mouth, but never to orgasm. Harry avoided giving oral sex as if it would corrupt his soul, so she hadn't been totally surprised at his decision last night. The Poker Pot As she became more awake, she realized there was a head between her thighs and felt the sensation of wet velvet stroking her pussy. As she figured out what was going on, she felt the pressure in her loins rising and gave in to it. She clenched her thighs on the head there, and thrust her hips up and away from the bed, letting out a long slow moan. As she relaxed her legs and fell back onto the bed she said, "If you keep doing that, I might never leave." "Promise?" And the sensations started over again. She laughed and sat up, pulling away from the pleasuring tongue. "How can you be ready again so soon? We were up until three, and it's barely light out. We had sex--No, you made love to me three times last night. And I do mean made love," she said pulling him up over her. "I can't remember the last time I felt so cherished and as precious to someone as I did last night, if I ever did. Thank you," she said kissing him tenderly. "You should always feel cherished and precious. That's what love, and making love, is all about. Any thing less demeans the act and the feelings." He rolled off her, onto his side, reaching across her to caress her breast. "Christ, you're beautiful. Do you know how beautiful you are? I could lay here and just look at you for the next month and feel justified for last night." "Why me? What did Harry do to cause this? Is this all some sort of revenge thing, and I'm just a trophy of some kind? I hope not." She looked at him anxiously, intently. "You said you'd explain." "Yes, it is partly revenge, but you are most definitely not just a trophy. More like a reason. I've been in love with you for nearly ten years. I saw you when I was here on a business trip, and thought you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen." "Ten years. I was only fifteen. The only place you would have seen me was at my grandfather's house, and he didn't do business there. Well, not much business, and certainly not business business, if you know what I mean." "I know. You're one of the McWhorter women, aren't you?" It was more of a statement than a question. "Yes, and no. Ed is my grandfather. I'm Bessie's daughter. She is the oldest of the sisters. She went away to college when she was eighteen, and in the middle of her sophomore year came home with me. She never told anyone, not even me who my father is. Why?" "Do you know where we are? Do you recognize this room? I know it's been 15 years or so since you've seen me, but do you recognize me?" Marie looked around the room, with a sense of deja vu. She recognized the maid's house on her grandfather's estate. She looked at Charlie, and had a flash of memory of a young boy, skinnier, longer hair, friendly, but still almost shy around her, even though he was a teenager to her prepubescence. "No! It can't be. Charlie Figgus? What? How? Where?" "It's a long story, and we'll have a lot of time to catch up. In short, I was sent off to school because I caught Ed screwing Bessie one day. I guess to keep me quiet, he let me screw her, too. Problem was, before he got out of earshot, I made her climax three times, something he had never been able to do. "He called me up to the house office and said he couldn't have me around town screwing up his screwing. If word got around there was a bigger cock to be had, he was afraid he'd lose most of the harem he'd built up. He had arranged a job for me in Chicago, and a scholarship to Northwestern. "I saw you at the house when I came back to see Ed when I graduated. My mother had just passed away and he had some things he thought he needed to discuss with me. "Then last year the doctors gave him some bad news. He called me and set me up to learn the production side of the business. I've been working in the administration side in the Chicago office since I got out of school. "I changed my name so people here wouldn't recognize me. I had filled out enough, and with the short hair and glasses, I fooled most everybody. Everybody but your mom and aunts. I used to see them regularly when they came to the city." Marie's eyes opened wide. "You were the reason they were all so eager to go to Chicago all the time. I used to hear them talking. Some of the things they said didn't make any sense until I started dating. "I wanted to go along a couple of times, but Grampa wouldn't allow it. Said I was too young" She paused.. "So I went out and proved he was wrong." "How?" She hesitated, then heaved a huge sigh. "I got pregnant. That's how I met Harry. The baby's father lived in the same apartment building as Harry. "One day, just after I told him about the baby, I stopped to see him and he had run off. Harry saw me there crying and asked if he could help. He offered me a cup of coffee, lunch and a friendly ear. " A few weeks later he offered to marry me to give the baby a name. Grampa had already let me know how disappointed he was. I didn't think it would get any worse, and maybe better when I got married. I didn't know he hated Harry, but by then I thought I ...I don't know, I guess that I had made my bed and had to stick it out. "At first Harry was fairly attentive, especially after I lost the baby." She saw the question in his eyes. "We were at a party. I must have had too much to drink. I collapsed and when I woke up, I was in a doctor's office, and had miscarried. They sent me home with orders to rest. "After that, at work things went from bad to worse for Harry. I think he blamed part of it on me, because he used to threaten to hit me. He did once. Gave me a black eye, but never again, although I could tell he sure wanted to." Chap. 4 (Charlie's motivation; Marie decides to stick around) Charlie studied her for several seconds. "I think I should tell you about Harry." He sat quietly for a few moments, looking at her, as if trying to decide where to start and how much to tell. "One of the first things you have to know is that Ed made it a practice to screw the wives of all of his local management team. As you may have seen over the years, they were all extremely attractive women. "Each was given the impression that her husband's job depended on her putting out to Ed on a regular basis. Some more regularly than others. Surprisingly, there weren't many who got pregnant by him. "Harry's mom was one of the few. Harry's dad knew right away the baby wasn't his. He was sterile because he'd had the mumps when he was in college and they had affected his balls. "Using that information, as soon as Harry was born, he divorced the mother and used the infidelity as reason to gain custody. He held Harry over Ed's head for eighteen years, including pressuring Ed to get your aunt Judy to marry him. "Well, he got the wife, and he had his job, but that was all. Ed promised to put Harry through school, pending good behavior and grades, but his father never advanced in his job and wound up working for several guys younger, with less experience, and fewer qualifications. "Anyway, at school, Harry was the leader of the elite clique. He thought the world was his oyster, that he could have anything, or anybody. He was smart, good looking and spoiled rotten. "Me, on the other hand. When Harry was a senior, I was a freshman, but had been held back one year for health reasons, so I was a year older, and bigger than everyone else. Most folks didn't know I was held back, but because I was quiet and introverted, they all thought I was slow, including Harry. "That year, a few weeks after school had started, I came home and saw him coming out of my house, straightening his clothes. As he passed me on the sidewalk, he stopped me and told me to tell my slut mom he had enjoyed his, and here he made little quote signs, social time with her. "I didn't hear much after slut mom, I just saw red and hit him, square in the face, broke his nose. Then I hit him on the side of the head and knocked him down. Gave him a black eye. "I ran in the house and found my mother lying on the couch, naked. Her crotch area was all red and swollen, so was her bottom. She had a black eye, swollen shut, and a split lip. "She was alert enough that she saw me turn and start after Harry and tried to stop me, saying she would handle him. I ran out of the house and saw him. "He was just getting up. He saw me and took off staggering, but running as fast as he could. He got away. It's a good thing or I would have killed him." Charlie took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. "Mom had been working for Ed as a housemaid since before I was born. She must have said something to him. "In short order, Harry's dad was gone, leaving Harry here. Harry dropped out of school since he had to work. He got a job as my dad's assistant, sweeping the plant and cleaning the toilets. Care to guess his first assignment? "One of the plants still had a privy, an outside toilet, that needed to be cleaned out. When Harry objected, my Dad told him clean it or don't eat. His choice. It took Harry all week. "I never saw my dad so proud as he was that evening. Mom said it was worth the assault to see him feel so good. That night was the first time I can recall hearing their bedsprings bouncing." "Why did you say Harry didn't care if you took me away?" Charlie put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her to his side. "At first I thought he was getting turned on just from watching me abuse you. That's not as sick or uncommon as it sounds. A lot of men fantasize about seeing their wife with other men. Some act on it, most don't. "But when I asked him about it when you were cleaning up, what had aroused him was seeing my cock, and what had made him cum so hard when he was buggering you, had nothing to do with you. It was getting fucked by me. "While you were out, I made him use his tongue to clean his shit off me, and when I came in his mouth, he came all over me; he never touched himself. He's a gay submissive." Charlie was silent for a bit. "As you listen to what I''m about to tell you, remember, he was ready to swap you for a month for nine hundred dollars, a streetwalker's take for a slow week in the city. Harry knew who you were. When I first saw you were with him, I wondered why and asked around. "I found someone who had been living in the same building as Harry and the father of your baby. Seems Harry sat down and painted an ugly picture of a wrathful Ed, using himself as an example, without, obviously, confessing to rape. Just told him he had tried dating one of Ed's many girlfriends, and now couldn't put together enough money to leave town." Charlie looked at Marie, and saw her tears just starting to spill. "I'm sorry, love, but it's true. He set you up. Then reeled you in, like the manipulative bastard he's always been. "He probably had you drugged at that party and paid the doctor to abort the baby. Right after breakfast, I'll start some people I know looking for him." "No, don't. I don't want to know. I've heard enough, and know Harry enough, to know you're probably right. I've known for a long time Harry didn't really care about me. From what you say, all he wanted was something like his father had--something to hold over Grampa. I also knew Grampa didn't care, so it didn't matter." "Didn't care? When word of your black eye got to Ed, he wanted to have Harry killed. Would have if Bessie and Judy hadn't stepped in. They made some phone calls to some of the guys they knew on the production floor. "Harry was hustled to the gym the next morning and spent three hours without a break being pummeled around the sparring ring non-stop against two teams of four angry men with six ounce gloves on. The only instructions--he had to hurt, bad, and there could be no marks, no proof anything had happened to him." 'I didn't know. There weren't any signs. Nobody, not even Harry, said anything. I guess I do remember him moving sort of slowly for a while after he hit me, but he just blamed it on arthritis. "You said Grampa was sick. What's wrong? And why did he call you, and not one of the sons?" "I'm not sure what's wrong. I'm not sure the doctors know. As to the other, you can ask him this afternoon. We're invited for lunch." "What? How? I can't go! I don't have anything to wear! She sat back, looking at him in total bewilderment."How did you pull that off? I know the house doesn't start waking until at least nine and it's barely seven." "I've been setting Harry up for last night since I saw you two at the plant picnic last summer. I told Ed yesterday I was ready to make my move, and he said if I was successful, I should bring you to lunch. I told him there was no doubt about success. Failing was never an option. And clothes, picked out by Bessie and Judy, are in the closet." "You were that sure I'd go along?" "No, but I was that sure Harry would." "What are you doing?" she asked as she felt him start to massage and caress her back, while he started kissing her neck, just behind her ear. "Cherishing you, " he said, running a string of kisses along her jaw line. "Do you remember me babysitting you after school until one of the aunts or your mom got home? "You were only seven or eight, but I thought you were one of the prettiest little girls I had ever seen. I couldn't wait to see what you would look like when you were grown. "Except that you're a little taller than Bessie, and slightly smaller busted, you look just like her." He covered her lips with his and began a tongue duel that went on long enough to arouse them both. "I've been waiting at least ten years to do this to you," he said as he started a line of kisses down the mid line of her body, "It seems like a century." "Ten years, huh. Pervert," she smiled. " What?? What're you're doing with your fingers?" "You mean this," he asked as he moved the two fingers he had snaked into her pussy, so that they rubbed against the top of her sheath. "Y-Y-Y-eah that. What are you doing to me, Don't stop, just tell me." "Nobody ever found your g-spot before, huh? " He was at the valley between her breasts, kissing, licking, nibbling at the tender undersides of her breasts as he kept up the motion in her tunnel. "Omigawd,that feels so good. I swear, if you don't stop, I'll never leave, but if you stop right now, I'll never speak to you again!" It took him another ten to fifteen minutes of kissing, sucking and nibbling of nipples, and nuzzling of tummies, nipping of navels and such to reach her very wet pussy . The licks, nibbles, sucks, and fucks he subjected that area to resulted in moans, curses and screams which belied her genteel upbringing. After her fourth climax, and his second, as they lay in each others arms, still joined at their nexus of pleasure, she gazed at Charlie, and in a soft voice told him, "If this keeps up, I'm not sure I'll last five days. But if I do, you'll have me for all thirty-five and as many more as you can stand to have me around. "This is ridiculous. I know I've known you all my life, but I've only really known you a few hours, and I think I'm in love with you, the guy who won me from my husband." She stopped, thought a minute, then asked "You said failure wasn't an option. How did you manage to win. The odds, Harry said, were impossible you'd have the cards to beat him." "I cheated. It was my deal and I had a second deck all set up. Tom and Paul were in on it. They were paid by Ed to visit you once a week to be sure Harry was keeping in line. I just gave them the signal that was the hand. We had been feeding Harry winning hands all evening so that we knew he'd take the bait." He kissed her. "I told you, I'd been setting this up for months. I didn't know when I moved back that you were involved with Harry, that you were even still in town. I still would have done this if Harry was married to old Mrs White who does the laundry for Ed and company. You were the icing on the cake. And very tasty icing, too," he said nibbling at her breast. She felt him start to stiffen in her, and with no more stimulation than that, she was ready for him. "Do me a favor?" she whispered. "Anything," he said, beginning to move in her. "Fuck me, fuck me hard and..mmm.... fastand....unhunhhhh..... hardand..ooooh.... fast, and loooove me!" she screamed, climaxing. "I will, whenever you want," he promised, spraying the inside of her sheath, "and I do." They spent the morning talking, cuddling, becoming acquainted with each other's body and their likes and dislikes. As lunch time approached, Marie was becoming more and more anxious. "I know what you said about how he feels, but seven years of resentment and heartache is a lot to overcome without some solid proof, and much as I love you right now, you're still a stranger in a lot of ways." "I understand, sweetheart, and all I can do is reassure you he will welcome you with open arms and open heart. As for being a stranger—I expect that we'll still being saying that after living together 35, 45 or 50 years." She threw her shoes at him and asked which closet held her clothes. Chap. 5 (Charlie and Marie get some disturbing news) Charlie pushed the doorbell and heard the opening bars of "Home Sweet Home" echoing from somewhere deep in the sixteen room mansion. "That's a positive change," he observed to Marie. "What is?" "Usually the doorbell plays "America the Beautiful," he replied. Before she could answer, the door opened and she was looking in the face of her mother. Without a word they embraced. Amid the tears, Bessie choked out a "Thank you, Charlie." From the middle of the house, they heard a bellow "Bring that wayward wench here so I can give her the spanking she deserves!" Bessie pulled back smiling and told Marie she needn't worry. Marie, smiling through her tears, simply nodded. Bessie put her arms around each of their waists, then reached up and gave Charlie a peck on the cheek. "Good time last night?" "I'd say so, but I'm not sure Marie would totally agree." "Well," Marie said,"it was a bit rocky at the beginning, but after he collected his winnings, it was a very good time." "I understand completely, dear," Bessie replied, "He had that effect on all of us." "So I remembered, when I found out who he really is." They entered the dining room, dominated by a table which would easily seat twenty-four. At the head of the table, in a wheelchair, sat a tall, white-haired man with piercing blue eyes. As he always did when those eyes swept over him, Charlie felt like he was fifteen again, being measured for a task for which he wasn't sure he was ready. The feeling swept away in an instant as soon as the man smiled. "Good job, Charlie. How'd you leave the bastard? Puking, I hope." "Not quite, but we can get to that in a bit. There's someone here—" "Hi, Grampa, Charlie said you've been ill?" "Not really, little girl," he replied, using a pet name from her childhood. "Come here, let me get a good look at you," he said, holding out his arms. She rushed to him and fell on her knees to give and get the hug waiting for her. They remained in that position for at least five minutes, sobs and sniffles from both plainly audible. When they finally broke away from each other, Ed looked at Charlie and asked "How did you leave him?" Marie broke in, "You guys can talk about that later. Tell me about you, Grampa, what's wrong?" "Nothing, little girl, just a touch of old age and an occasional blood pressure problem." "Grampa?" Her tone said she wanted the truth. "Sit down, sit down, all of you. Bessie, would you tell Rosa we're ready for lunch now?" Ed did his best to avoid Marie's look. "Grampa," more firmly, her blue eyes beginning to take on the color of flint. "Yes, yes, little girl. As soon as we've had some food." The Poker Pot "Grampa!!!" "Little Girl!!!' The two glared at each other for several seconds. Bessie and Charlie held their breaths. As if on cue, everyone broke into laughter together. When he recovered from laughing, Charlie wiped the tears from his eyes and asked "Are you two always like this? If so, I'm not sure I'll survive." "You have to," said Marie. "At least for the next 35 days." "Hmmm? Thirty-five days? What's that," asked Ed. "I made her a promise," said Charlie. "A private promise," he said, forestalling the question he saw Ed about to ask. "What kind of promise, Marie," asked Bessie with a sly smile, returning from ordering lunch. "A really, really nice one." "Ohhhh," smiled Bessie, "one of those promises. Do you think he can keep it?" "He has so far," Marie returned, with a twinkle in her eye and a broad smile, making Bessie laugh, Charlie cough, and Ed look consternated. "Will somebody tell what you all are talking about," Ed demanded Bessie looked first at her daughter, then at Charlie. "Well, my dear father, unless I'm very mistaken, my recently returned to the fold daughter has been doing the horizontal polka with her other uncle." Both Charlie and Marie dropped their silverware. As if it had been rehearsed, they exclaimed "Uncle?" "Oh dear! You two didn't know? Neither of you? God, I'm sorry! Charlie, I thought you, at least, would have known. Didn't Sara say anything to you? Or, you, Ed? You didn't tell him? Oh, shit!! I really put my foot in it, didn't I?" Marie and Charlie sat there, only half hearing her, shock and disbelief on their faces. Marie was the first to recover. She pushed her chair back and started to get up. Charlie grabbed her wrist and told her, "Stay. We need to talk and to get some information. "Am I to understand that my relationship to the family is based on more than the adoption papers you told me about when Mom passed.?" Ed cleared his throat. "They aren't exactly adoption papers, Charlie. They are, in fact, an acknowledgment of my paternity. "You are my son, Bessie's half-brother. Your mother and I had been lovers since she started working for the family. Right up until you beat the crap out that little shit. I'm ashamed to admit that he, too, was your half-brother." "Christ, Ed," Charlie asked, "is there any woman in this town you didn't screw?" With an exaggerated expression of thoughtfulness, "Well, there's Marie, most of her aunts, all of her cousins and some of the newer company wives. I don't have the stamina I used to have." "Only most of my aunts, Grampa?" "Well, yeah. After your grandmother died, Bessie here offered to help me out now and then. And then when that sonuvabitch Nels Halloran, Harry's father, insisted on marrying Judy, I made a deal with her. "We'd have sex two or three times a week, then she'd go home and make him eat her pussy before he could screw her. She told him it was the cost of blackmail. He ate her, or he and Harry could go to hell." "So," Charlie observed, "the family is not exactly averse to incestuous relationships." "You know that already, Charlie," remarked Bessie. "Although I guess, since you didn't know it at the time, it didn't count as incest, even if we all knew; well, most of us." "Who," asked Marie, "not your sisters?" "Yes, dear, except for the two youngest, we all were aware we were screwing our half-brother. It made it seem even naughtier than just a stranger pick-up in a bar. Especially since we all knew we were all doing it. "But poor Charlie didn't know we all knew we were sharing until he came home to 'rescue' you. I'm not sure he knew that was why he was brought home. "Your grandfather is as healthy as ever, dear. The wheelchair is just for show." "Rescue me?" "Yes. Our spies told us Harry seemed to be having more difficulty restraining himself from taking out his anger on you. We all knew how Charlie felt about Harry and convinced father to bring him home to see if he could find a way to get you away. "We didn't know how he felt about you then. We just presented him with a chance to really hurt Harry. First it was just going to be financial--take all his money and break him, then we'd approach you to come home. "When Charlie saw you and how Harry treated you, he made new plans." The sounds of "Home Sweet Home" interrupted them. "We expecting some one, Bessie?" Ed spoke, pushing himself from the table. "No one I know of, Father, but Rosa's on her way to get the door." In a few moments, Rosa entered the room looking concerned. "Sir, it's a County Sheriff's deputy, for Miss Marie." "Show him in, Rosa, and bring some coffee," Ed instructed. Chap. 6 (Charlie and Marie get some more news) Rosa soon returned followed by the deputy sheriff. " Good afternoon, sir," he said, addressing Ed, his eyes sweeping over the company, taking in their positions in the room, their expressions, and their postures. "I'm Deputy Colin Carter. I'm looking for Mrs. Marie Halloran. I understand she's your granddaughter. Would you know where I might find her?" Marie stepped forward. "I'm Marie Halloran, deputy. What can I do for you?" "I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I have to ask. Do you have any ID with you?" "Deputy? Young man, do you recognize me?" Ed interrupted the conversation. The deputy nodded. "You may take my word, and her mother's word, here," he said indicating Bessie with a nod, "the young woman is my granddaughter, Marie Halloran. What can we do for you? Will you sit and have some coffee?" The deputy looked at Ed, recognizing him from newspaper and publicity photos, as well as having provided security for him a few times. He looked at Bessie, seeing an older version of the woman claiming to be Marie Halloran. He went with his instincts. "Thank you, no, sir. I'm afraid I have some unpleasant news for Mrs. Halloran. There was an accident early this morning. Your husband apparently stole a car and drove it at high speed into a bridge abutment on the interstate. He was apparently killed instantly. "If you can, we would like you to come to the county morgue to identify the body this afternoon, or tomorrow morning, if that's more convenient. "I'm sorry for your loss, Ma'am, and to have to tell you like this." "Thank you, deputy, for your concern. I know you're just doing what has to be an unpleasant duty." "Was your husband upset or despondent, Mrs Halloran? Witnesses said it looked like he was aiming for the abutment, that it was on purpose." Marie hesitated before answering, choosing her words carefully. "Yes, Officer," she replied. "Just before I came to visit my family, Harry told me he had lost all of our money gambling. "All the money, and a great deal more. More than he realized." She sat down. "I'll come to the morgue this afternoon. Will I still need to bring ID?" She gave the deputy a strained smile. Deputy Carter looked at her, looked at Charlie, Bessie and Ed in turn. He remembered some of the stories he had heard about Ed, and about Harry. He had also talked with Tom and Paul, other players in the poker game Marie mentioned. "That's okay Ma'am. You won't need any ID. Thank you for your help, and again I'm sorry for your loss." Outside, in his car, as he made some notes he thought to himself, "If I had lost what he lost in that poker game, I think I'd take the bridge, too. All that beauty, and money, too. The poor son of a bitch." In the dining room, the four sat, quiet, stunned by the news. Bessie, who had been least connected to Harry, was the first to stir. She reached for the coffee pot and started to pour. "Well, that certainly simplifies things a bit." Ed asked, "Charlie, for the umteenth time, what the fuck happened last night?" Charlie looked at Marie. She nodded. "Wellll," he started, letting out a long breath, "First, I cheated and stole a six thousand dollar pot playing seven card stud, after I convinced Harry to use Marie to cover his bet. Then I made him watch while I raped her, and then screwed her ass." Ed sat up and started to look angry. Marie reached over and patted his arm and mouthed "It's okay, Grampa." Charlie continued, "When I finished with Marie, I gave Harry the choice of cleaning her pussy of my cum, or fucking her ass, telling him if he chose the latter, I'd ream his ass at the same time,. He chose to bugger her, and I kept my promise. When I was done screwing him, I made him suck me clean. "While he was doing that, he came all over my pants and shoes without ever touching himself. I guess he couldn't live with the implication." He shook his head and was silent for a long minute. "God knows I hated the bastard. What he did to Mom, what he had done to you, sweetheart, and what he was doing. I could have cheerfully killed him any number of times, in my head. But this? I didn't mean for this to happen. I just wanted him out of our lives." "This isn't your fault, son," Ed stated firmly. "Whatever happened to Harry last night, he did it to himself. If you had any role in what he did, you simply held up a mirror to his face and he didn't like what he saw, and tried to run away from it. "Now we have to decide what to do about you two." "I've had a couple of thoughts about that," Charlie said. "Other than the sisters, nobody in town knows of my relationship to the family." He turned to Marie. "You've been married, albeit miserably, to the bad uncle. Are you willing to try for a happier union with another uncle?" Marie looked at him, beaming. "Uncle Charlie, is that a proposal?"