6 comments/ 44212 views/ 25 favorites A Case of Incest Ch. 10-12 By: MDF251 Chapter Ten Several blocks blurred through my vision before I recalled a third address, given in passing by Lt. Rocker. It was a country address that I'd paid little attention to and had no real reason to, up until now. I cursed over not being able to recall the exact address and made a hard turn to double back to the office. After assuring myself on the address I headed south, on the freeway, praying I was wrong and, even more so, that if I wasn't wrong that I wouldn't be too late. Nearly forty-five minutes later I found myself on a county road, racing like hell through the turns and small hills, paved over by asphalt. Only a small mail box gave sign to the turn I needed and I damn near missed it. Slamming on the old Ford's brakes, I brought her to a screeching, sliding, sideways stop and whirled the steering wheel, hitting the accelerator again to gun the Ford into the private drive. My heart felt like it was in my throat and had I known about Peter's fate then I think I would have had a heart attack. Another sudden turn caused me to brake hard again and damn near run off the road. With my heart beat pounding in my ears, I took a deep breath and proceeded a bit slower. Through the thick stand of conifers and scrub brush the house came into view. Inching forward, I found a spot to pull off the road, partially hiding my car, deciding a foot approach would be the best. Tree by tree I closed in on the country retreat and as I feared, the red Ferrari was parked in the circular drive. Silently, I released the safety on my Beretta and moved off towards the house, it was quiet – too quiet and I didn't like it one bit. In a running crouch, I moved quickly up behind the Ferrari and took a measured look around the bumper. Nothing was moving. Keeping the cars body between me and the house, I carefully looked over the house and grounds, from the front end of the car, trying to catch anything that said someone was there. A quick dash later and I pulled up, out of breath, against the house. With my Beretta held up, at the ready, I inched along the house daring quick peaks at every window, as I passed. My eyes caught nothing, at least for the first three windows. At the fourth, my heart skipped a beat major beat and felt heavy in my chest. It was obviously a den and my sister was there, tied to a chair. I could make out the top of her head and her bare arms, tied behind the chair back – she wasn't moving. I fought off the urge to rush the house and worked my way around to the back. It remained deathly quiet, with only the sounds of birds marking my presence. Barely breathing and scared shitless my hard beating heart would give me away, I slipped through the unlocked patio doors. A quick scan told me the room was clear and I tip toed across the floor, siding up to a doorway. I took a peek. It was clear. No sound or movement anywhere. I looked again, this time more slowly. Making a judgment on approximate distance, I zeroed in on what I felt sure was the door to the den. I slipped from the anterior room and down the hall, keeping my back against the wall, moving slowly – listening. Reaching the door, I grabbed the lever and pushed down, slowly, quietly and let myself inside. I was dead-on. It was the den but the wrong door. I'd entered at the backside of the room and thanked God, later, that I did. Roxy started to scream out. Her voice was muffled, gagged I was sure. Her head shook side to side violently, as she struggled against her bonds. "Shhhh, keep it down." I whispered and she stopped immediately, recognizing my voice. Keeping my eyes glued to the front entrance, I moved towards Roxy, ready to shoot if need be. Roxy kept nodding towards the door and I realized why as I approached. I saw the elaborate cord assembly. What I didn't see until I was nearly on top of her was what it was attached to. Roxy was stark naked. Her legs were spread wide, held that way by a two by four tied between her knees. A twelve-gauge shotgun, mounted to a floor vice, had been angled up with its barrel pushed between her vulva. The cord, attached to its trigger, was taught, ready to pull and release the firing pin. The rigging would have pulled the guns trigger had anyone entered the room. Roxy's eyes were wide with terror when I walked around the chair. I looked at the rigging and decided that touching it wasn't wise. I had only one option. I shoved my gun into my shoulder holster and checked the vise. The shotgun looked secure and I silently prayed that I was right. Roxy started to scream in terror when I walked behind her and started to pull on her chair. Slowly, ever so slowly the barrel of the shotgun inched out from Roxanne's pussy. I stopped when it tipped slightly after slipping out and rested heavily on her reddened lips. I was shaking, thinking the worst and Roxanne froze, like a statue. Nothing happened. In a final move, I jerked the chair solidly, taking Roxy on a whirling sideways ride, spinning her chair towards the wall and tipping it over. I was wrong about the vise. Just as Roxanne cleared the guns barrel it tipped down and the cord triggered it. It jumped with an ear busting roar, blasting a hole into the flooring. 00 buck shot, was my guess, judging by the damage. Roxy fainted and I slid to the floor, along side her, exhausted and sweating. After my adrenalin rush died down, I eased Roxy and the chair over and undid her restraints. She was still out, when I'd finished releasing the bonds on her arms. Her legs were next and I cringed looking at the deep impressions made by the wood. When she finally came to, she found me sitting next to her, on the couch. Covering her should have been my first instinct but, it wasn't. I grinned down at her and commented, "Shit Roxy how much do you weigh? You damn near gave me a hernia getting your naked ass up here!" and then laughed. Her reaction was to reach out and grab me, as she sobbed her eyes out. When she calmed down, I got her to lie back down even though she fought back. "Hey, I'm sorry I was trying to lighten the moment." I said, thinking I had hurt her feelings. For the first time, since waking, her nudity became an issue and she gave me a look that made my cheeks turn red. "A hundred and twenty-five smart ass and thanks for saving me..." She paused briefly, making me even more embarrassed, before going on. "Tell me Frank, have you been enjoying yourself while I was out?" She added, raising an eyebrow in a questioning look. Near speechless and feeling ashamed I hadn't had the decency to cover her I started to stammer. "I– I, oh God I'm sorry sis..." I began and swallowed hard, feeling a kid caught with his hand in a cookie jar. "Look, it was nothing like that. I just put a cool cloth on your head and I've been rubbing your..." "Rubbing my what, Frank?" Roxy quickly countered, cutting me off, and grinned. She was thoroughly enjoying my discomfort. "Your legs – right here where the wood was digging in." I came back and touched the inside of her thigh, making her wince. "Okay, okay I get it!" She cried out and in the same breath added, "It wasn't Peter. Did you get that? It wasn't Peter! There's another kid, a daughter Frank! She's a real fucking whack job, worse than all them put together! She's going to kill all of them!" "What? Roxy are you sure?" I asked, registering shock and not truly believing what I was hearing, as I withdrew my hand from her leg. "God damn it Frank, she's the one that killed the old lady. She told me. She knows about the old man and Cybil and about Cybil fucking her brother. She knew the old lady liked to watch them and she shoved the 38 in her twat and blew her away. She couldn't get at the others after that and she's been waiting. She's a religious fanatic, claims God wants them all sent to hell." Roxy blurted out excitedly, rising up on one arm and grabbing my leg. "What about Peter, didn't you meet with him?" I asked, still trying to fit pieces together and looking bewildered. "No, damn it, that's what I'm trying to tell you. It was her, she met me, dressed up like her brother – I think he's dead Frank." "Who?" "Jesus Frank, pay attention – Peter/Tony, whatever, I think she's already killed him!" Roxy's words had barely left her mouth when I grabbed my cell phone. "Morgan, get over to the brother's house and check it out. Yeah now you dumb shit, I have reason to believe he's dead! Call me back A-Sap!" I screamed into my phone, turning back to face Roxanne. God, she was stunning. Her nipples were hard from the excitement and terror of what she'd gone through. I shook my head and realized I hadn't even asked the obvious question. "Hey, how about you - are you okay Roxy?" I finally asked, in a soft voice and absently placed my hand on her bare hip. With a demur, little, smile she nodded her head. "Yeah, now I am. My white night is here." She sighed and slid her hand up my leg, as she eased back down. I hardened instantly at the electric feel of her warm touch. Nothing like death or, a near death, experience to make a person feel alive and horny! Closing my eyes, I shuddered. I'd come too close to loosing Roxanne and the thought suddenly hit me. Roxanne snapped me out of that thought by stretching out her arm just enough to rest her fingers on my hard cock. I gave up that afternoon. I was ready and willing to cross to the other side. Placing my hand over hers, I leaned down and kissed her – slowly, warmly and passionately. "I love you Frank." She said softly, when we parted lips. "I know Roxy, I love you too." I answered back and stood up. Roxanne sat up, half way, and watched intently as I began to undress. Playing with her hardened nipples, Roxanne gasped when I exposed my erection. Seconds later, I stood naked before my sister, shaking. Neither of us spoke a word as Roxy eased off the couch onto the Persian rug. She looked back at me as she offered wide spread legs, her ass and a beautiful smile. "Take me Frank, take me hard and deep." She said, dropping down to her elbows. Resting one hand on her bare ass, I gripped my penis with the other and rubbed my throbbing cock head up and down her wet slit. I felt Roxy's fingers spread her lips and then I pushed in slowly. "Oooooh Gooodddddd Frank!" She cried out, as my cock sank in to full depth. Roxanne wiggled her ass, pushing back. She dropped lower, lying with her face sideways against the soft rug and reached back to grab my ball sack, tugging on my balls as I started to thrust inside her. Roxanne got her wish. She got every inch of me and more. I moistened my index finger and shoved it into her ass. I wasn't sure if her cry out was in surprise or pleasure – I decided pleasure and worked my finger and cock in tandem. Body heat was building between us when eased my cock out and changed tempo, rapidly pushing my cock head in and out between her pussy lips, enjoying the friction. Roxy mumbled and moaned in pleasure, begging me not to stop. I stopped anyway but, only to push in slowly and deeply. It was a sensation I would never forget, or want to, and it came to me just then how well we fit together. Her vagina was made for my cock, it fit so tight and I knocked on the door to Roxanne's uterus when I was bottomed out. "Oh God I'm going out of my mind Frank – let me on top please Frank!" Roxy cried out. We switched places. With a look of pure love, generously topped with a large dollop of lust, Roxanne lowered her hips, impaling her pussy on my shaft. Squirming briefly, she got my cock exactly where she wanted it and began to move her pelvis slowly, keeping my cock against her uterus. Her eyes were clamped shut, her hands rested on my chest and her lips were parted slightly, as her breathing went to short rapid pants. She was near climax when I grabbed her tits and started to massage them. Clenching her fingers into my breasts, Roxanne whipped her head back, shuddered hard and pressed her pelvis down against me, rocking rapidly. She came hard, physically and verbally. "OH – MY – FUCKING – GOD!" When her bucking slowed down, I rolled her over and eased up on my hands and knees, keeping my cock inside her. She opened her eyes, looking climax wild and ready for more. Roxy clamped her legs around my waist and started groaning over my rapid hips thrusts. I really didn't need more encouragement, as I was nearing climax anyway. "I'm – Oh God, I'm cumming – again - Frank!" That was it for me. Like a cannon firing, I felt the first hot, heavy, load shoot out. Roxanne clutched me tightly, digging her finger nails in, humping me back as hard as she could. Blood veins stood out in my neck and arms, as I released every drop of cum I had, deep inside my sister. Roxanne gyrated wildly under me, clawing and clutching. She came a second time. It was a near religious experience for both of us. Our first time together was a wild fuck fest, amplified by the emotions of Roxy's near demise. Finally, I dropped – no collapsed – on top of her. She grunted over my weight but, never complained. Instead, she hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear. "Now that's how a fair maiden rewards her white-knight." My phone went off just as we rolled over, laughing at her comment. "I'll get it, relax Frank." She whispered and moved her hips just enough to extract my wilting penis. Groaning, I watched Roxy move off on hands and knees. Her ass was gorgeous and strangely I felt happy, proud even, watching my cum dripping from her pussy. "Yeah – this better be good, you're interrupting a private moment!" Roxy yelled into the phone. "Oh, no shit, so I was right. Fuck yeah I'll tell Frank – ah,when I see him that is." She finished up, pausing in an attempt to make up a lie that wouldn't fly. "Jim?" I asked, rolling onto my side. "Yup." "You suck as a liar, you realize that right?" "What?" "That's my phone you were talking on. When I see him?" I chuckled and Roxy's eyes went wide. "Oh shit, you're right!" Roxy giggled and slid next to me, resting her arm across my stomach and her head on my chest. "Were you right?" I questioned and sighed, feeling more relaxed than I had in years. "Found him floating face down in his spa, well cooked and very much dead." Roxanne replied without any emotion at all. "Jesus, that poor bast..." "That ain't all Frankie. He was mutilated too." Roxy cut in, just before squeezing my flaccid cock. A brief silence fell between us, as Roxy tenderly rubbed my penis with her fingers. "Live by your cock." She whispered and gently flipped my cock side to side. "Die by your cock." She finished after a brief pause. It did nothing for my current thinking and I shuddered. "Ahh, you wanna go for seconds?" Roxy questioned and rolled on top, pinning me to the rug. There was that ludicrous nature of hers again. "Jesus, are you serious? Did you just hear what you said or not? I mean, yeah but not now for God's sake! We got work to do girlfriend. Can I take a rain check - say for tonight?" "You got it. You're locked into my "fucking to do" list, so don't even think about getting out of it!" Roxy replied and laughed softly, as she bent to kiss. It was a deep and long kiss, meant to seal the deal. "Now, what did that bitch do with my clothes anyway?" Roxanne questioned, after inhaling deeply and tossing her to one side. She gained her feet and scoured the room while I dressed. She came up empty handed and added, "Fucking bitch took my clothes!" "Not true, you still got your birthday suit and it's a damn nice one!" I commented dryly and then grinned as Roxanne's eyes lit up. Thirty minutes later we left, with Roxanne wrapped in a trench coat and wearing a pair of oversized shoes we found. Roxy didn't find much humor in it but, I did. I told her she gave new meaning to "Gum Shoe Detective" and got hit for my comment. Heading back to town we were more alive than we'd ever been, talking incessantly. Roxanne took every opportunity to flirt and more. Wearing only a trench coat gave her ample reason to play coy, as she allowed it to open up more than once for my pleasure. Thankfully, I had always insisted we always keep a change of clothes at the office, so I headed there first. I called Morgan when we arrived and watched Roxanne stroll off into the bathroom to clean up. She caught my gaze, in the mirror, and her eyes twinkled, as she began washing. I think she took a little extra time, watching me watch her. I kept my eyes on her until Morgan answered the phone. "Morgan, Frank here, give me everything you got." As Morgan began I reluctantly turned my attention to him. "Well, whoever did him, did him real mean like. Looks as if he had a gun shoved up his ass. Bullet came out his sternum and then there's that matter of his dick and balls." He answered back. "Jesus H. Christ! What about his cock and balls?" I yelled. "They were missing Frank and, nope, I ain't got a clue. That enough Frank? Jesus, it damn sure gave me the willies I'll tell you that much! So, you got any plans Frank?" Morgan didn't want to know what I thought, especially of his deductive work. "Holy mother of...Hey, you heard anything from the old man?" I replied back, suddenly remembering Roxanne's words. "Not a word Frank. Why?" "Get your, fat, ass moving Morgan, I think the guys in real danger. And be careful, I got reason to believe the perp is another player in the game, a real nasty game player." I answered back and hung up. Roxanne had finally slipped into a pair of panties and was exiting the bathroom, fighting her bra, or so she explained, before asking me to help her. Didn't take much thinking to figure out she was lying. There is just something about an ass, wrapped tightly in panties, rubbing against you, if you get my drift. She had me hard and knew it, as she walked away with a coy smile. "Almost ready, won't be but a few minutes." She called out, heading for the closet. Chapter Eleven I eased down in my desk chair and put my feet up. I knew my sister well and, like so many women, her sense of time was skewed by the womanly necessity to primp. Nothing I would have said or done would change that. Nearly an hour later and after two different "I'm nearly ready" promises I decided to recall Morgan. "Christ, that dumb bastard! ROXY – get a move on!" "Don't yell at me, I'm going as fast as I can Frank! What's going on?" "It's Morgan, he ain't answering his phone." The unanswered call left me with a very ill feeling. Roxy came on a dead run, straightening her dress and hopping, trying to get her shoes on proper. "What was that about Morgan?" She asked breathless. "I called him back and he isn't answering. You think maybe he's..." "Ah no Frank, not him he's too stupid, besides being lazy. I bet he's having coffee and a donut somewhere, ignoring your call." I considered it for a minute. "Nope, he went and you're right, he is stupid. Just stupid enough to get his ass killed – I got a gut feeling." Thirty minutes later I pulled my Ford to the curb, a block from the Hawthorn mansion. Roxy grabbed the door handle and I grabbed her arm. "NO! You stay here, S-T-A-Y here Roxy! I damn near lost you once today and I won't chance it again, understand?" "Ahh Frank, you really care that much? You love me Frank, admit it - go on and admit it." God, she could be so exasperating at times. "Fine, I care and yes I love you. Are you happy now?" Roxanne nodded her head and grinned. "Good, then stay here!" Ignoring Roxy's pouting expression, I gave the Ford a break, not slamming the door and moved off down the block. Nearing the mansion entrance, I drew my gun and scanned the street for anything suspicious. Morgan's car was parked just down the block and it was obvious he didn't care about surveillance or being inconspicuous. "Dumb ass." I muttered and looked for a way inside. A Case of Incest Ch. 10-12 The drive gate was closed and locked but, I found the man - gate open. It sent an alert through me. Something was going on and I suspected it wasn't good. I pushed the gate wider and crouched down, quickly entering. No one challenged me. Hawthorn's guard was either not there or... I stopped the thought when I found the guard shack door open and a thick stream of blood dripping from the doorway. The guard lay dead, his head caved in by something large and heavy. My senses went on full alert, as I moved away. Hugging the tree line, I moved as quickly as I could, trying to avoid detection. The mansion loomed large, as I rounded the final turn of the drive, large and silent – once again, too silent for me. The drive was empty, except for the ole man's Bentley. I re-gripped my Beretta with both hands and scurried across the open space between the tree line and retaining wall. Jesus, I gotta exercise more. I thought, as I breathed heavily from the exertion, and slammed into the wall, hugging it tight. My concern over Morgan increased with every moment. As it turned out, it was well founded. I moved quickly along the retaining wall and found myself looking into a court yard, of brilliant green grass, where it ended. Twenty feet or so from the house I saw Morgan Dalby, lying face down and a large red spot growing between his shoulder blades. "Fuck! You stupid, dumb, bastard!" I cursed under my breath, dropping my head in sadness. I didn't think too much of him but, at the same time, I wouldn't have wanted him to be killed. After taking a slow deep breath, I moved quickly and dropped to a tight crouch, at ground level, to check for the pulse I knew wouldn't be there. Morgan's case had ended and there was nothing I could do for him. Being exposed, as I was, didn't set well with me, considering Morgan's state. I moved quickly off to the side, taking cover behind a large planter and scanned the property. Time was running out. My look around turned up nothing and it occurred to me the danger wasn't outside, not any more anyway – it had moved inside the house. I selected my next few cover spots and moved quickly between them, keeping the Beretta ready. Pulling up just short of the patio doors, I chanced a look, finding one of them wide open. The afternoon breeze pushed the drapes gently in semi-circles, giving me brief glimpses inside the house and I decided to press on. Sweat ran down my back, soaking my shirt, by the time I entered the house. My breathing grew forced, a product of fear and adrenalin. The hunt was always exhilarating and I was glad I'd made Roxy stay put. I'd entered the entertainment room of the mansion. Dead center stood an elaborate, circular, rock fireplace, complete with a ceiling hung, brass vent. The room was sunken and pillows lined the wide seating area around the pit. On the upper level, rich leather furniture was placed strategically, forming centers for conversation and I imagined other more sexual encounters. On the far side of the room stood a billiard table, one of the finest I'd ever seen, and of course an ornate wet bar. I shook my head in wonder and whistled softly. No bar I'd ever frequented had a stock like this place and all of it high end. A pair of large, ten foot, double doors marked the exit of the room and I headed that way, tip-toeing, like the proverbial nervous cat on a hot roof. Pulling up at the doors, I placed my head against one of them and pressed my ear tight to the door, listening. If someone was there they were mighty damn quiet, so I finally opened the door and slipped through. The opulence was staggering, making me come to a stop, momentarily. I forced myself to move past millions in artwork and antiques, as I swept through the lower half of the mansion. The place felt a mausoleum, a place of death, more than anything else. It felt wrong in so many ways I couldn't describe it. For all its beauty, the house seemed a cold, sterile, place and it gave me the creeps. "Nothing good comes of this much money." I mumbled, looking up the circular staircase. I was beginning to wonder if I was too late. Morgan was dead and the house seemed empty, as far as I knew. Silently, moving up the staircase, holding tight to the wall, I scanned the upper level for movement. Roxanne's assessment of Lora might have been dead on for sure but, had she really out done them all? My gut told me I was going to find ole man Hawthorn dead – mutilated like Peter. I steeled myself for the inevitable as I topped the stairwell. "Jesus H..." I whispered, seeing door after door of rooms on the second floor. Roxy's earlier plight came to mind instantly and I wondered which door would be the one to off the old geezer by accident. I made several, quick, time calculations trying to figure out if Lora had actually had enough time to set up another elaborate trap. Morgan was a simple kill but I was sure the others would deserve more attention and terror. It didn't seem possible. Steeling myself with a deep breath, I moved along the hall to the first door. My calculating might have been off but I relied on my gut, once again. No matter, the rest of the house had to be checked. After the forth bedroom, my tension eased and I let down my guard. Nearing the end of my search, I'd found nothing – not even the slightest signs of a struggle, let alone violence on a scale I knew Lora was capable of. The final door seemed to offer more of the same, nothing. It was slightly open, displaying a crack of light along its edge. Easing up to the door, I placed my hand on the handle and gently pushed. The click was out of place and barely audible but, I heard it. "FUCK!" My last word came with the explosion. Chapter Twelve I came around three days later, finding myself in a private hospital room. Apparently my initial reaction had been good enough to escape the major portion of the blast. Roxy explained she'd found me under a pile of rubble. I had suffered a concussion, lost hearing in one ear, my left leg had a thirty-five stitch laceration and my right arm, the one used to open the door, had been dislocated. Roxanne grimaced when she explained how she'd found it twisted under my body. I was alive and that's all I cared about. Sadly, Cybil wasn't as fortunate. Roxanne wasted no time in relating her gruesome demise. "Holy shit you're awake! God, some men will do anything to get out of sex!" Roxanne quipped and laughed, as she entered my hospital room. "Yeah? You better be happy my dick ain't in a splint." I muttered back. "What the hell happened?" She retorted. "She set another trap, what else? Where's Cybil?" I replied and got straight to business, once again, as Roxy gently sat on the edge of my bed. "Dead." My sister's voice trailed off, sounding defeated. "That fucking little bitch Lora! First she damn near does you in, then nearly me and, somehow, she still got Cybil! How in the fuck?" "The blast Frank. Cybil was the center point. Coroner said she had dynamite shoved up her twat. Blew her to hell and gone." "Yeah and I triggered it." I commented, looking off at the hospital window, noticing the day was dreary and raining. "Nope, sorry you didn't. Investigators said the bomb was set on a timer. Guess you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time." Roxy's comment set me to thinking. How? When did she have the time? Did she have help? All good questions that begged answering but, I hurt and I knew there was nothing I could do for Cybil anyway. "What?" Roxanne questioned. "Nothing - just thinking, how long are they going to keep me here?" "A couple more days, I guess. Doc said he wanted to make sure the concussion didn't scramble your brains." Roxanne snickered out and gently squeezed my leg. "And hey, what's the hurry?" She added, after having her little fun. "Oh not much other than we still got a killer on the loose and what about the old man?" "He's fine so far, I've been keeping an eye on him. Like you might expect, he's been busy with funeral arrangements. You might want to be more worried about Rocker. He's been howling like a madman since this last death. He's pissed Frankie, thinks we've been holding out on him." I grunted in response, thinking he could howl till the cows came home. "Fuck Rocker and, say, who's paying for the private anyway?" I suddenly asked. "Cybil, why? We got a two hundred fifty grand advance, didn't you ask for it?" "No – hell no! When?" "Two days after she was...whoa now, that is odd huh?" Roxy replied. I raised an eyebrow, not wanting to believe what I was hearing. "Roxy, did you see anyone leaving the mansion the day of the explosion?" I asked, almost immediately. "Oh shit! Yeah, God Frankie I was going to tell you. Lora – I saw Lora racing out in the ole mans Bentley. I was having a smoke when she drove by. You should have seen her face when she saw me!" I grinned at Roxanne's recounting. "Yup, makes sense, couldn't kill either of us so the money's a bribe. Makes perfect sense, don't you think?" "I guess but, how could she have known you were in the house?" "Probably didn't or when she saw you she put two and two together. One thing I'm sure of, she kept tabs on what happened after the blast. Wouldn't take much finding out someone had been injured and just who that someone was – would it?" Roxy shook her head slowly, as things cleared up for her. I was going to elaborate when the doctor walked in. Fifteen minutes later I was told I was doing fine. The prognosis came with an amended discharge date, which was another three days off. "Take it easy Mr. Logan and I'll see you tomorrow. I'll leave in your sister's capable hands – she loves you a great deal, if you don't already know." The good doctor commented, just before closing the room's door. Roxanne grinned broadly at the doctor. Still staring the door Roxanne asked, "Speaking of that Frankie, you remember that rain check you asked for?" "Yeah." I mumbled, uncertain where Roxanne might be going. "It's raining Frankie. It's raining and I'm damn horny, so I think it would be a perfect time for you to collect." She cooed out and slowly turned to face me. "Christ Roxanne! Here – in the hospital! We can't..." I started to protest watching my sister saunter towards the room door. I stopped talking when she placed a Do Not Disturb sign on the outside and locked the door. "Now what was that?" She replied in a sultry voice, as she moved to the left side of my bed. "When you ask for a rain check sir you get what you asked for." She added and lifted the bed linen. (Damn hospital gowns!) "Roxy really – I can't! My arm! My leg!" I protested, even as my cock was stirring from the thought already implanted by my sister. "Humm, I see. Too injured huh? Wait a second, what's this I see? Frankie your penis doesn't seem to agree – Oh MY not at all!" Roxanne's words came as she reached and gripped my rising manhood. "You don't have to worry my gallant knight, I can take of this hard problem and you won't have to do a thing." She added and flipped my gown to the side. Yeah, alright I groaned. It was natural and I was hurting okay? Alright fine, that's not why I groaned. It was obvious Roxanne had been waiting for this, as she partially undressed. A few undone buttons and her breasts were free to touch with my good hand. She stepped from her shoes, lifted her skirt and smiled at me. I smiled back. Her bare and obviously wet pussy wasn't encumbered by panties. I reached to cup one breast as she placed a knee on my bed and swung her opposite leg up and over me, like she was mounting a horse. "That's a good boy. You play with Roxy's tits and let Roxy take care of that big, hard, aching cock of yours." She whispered softly, with a look on her face like the dream Roxanne. Being careful not to disturb my grip on her tit, Roxy leaned forward and rose up on her knees, as she reached down and gripped my cock. I loved her madness, what man wouldn't. Slowly and sensually, she rubbed my cock head up and down between her labia, getting it wet. Biting her lip, she wiggled and rubbed her clit with my dick head. It was sure sign she was enjoying her game. Without warning she shuddered hard and raised up, tearing my fingers from her breast. "I want you Frankie. I want you in me – deep in me Frankie." She cooed out and held my cock firmly, as she started to lower her hips. "Oh God – Fuck Frankie I love your cock!" She cried out in a harsh whisper. There was nothing to do but go alone with Roxys ride. I closed my eyes, letting every sensation flood my mind. So intense were the sensations that I wasn't sure if I swelled more or Roxanne's pussy had gripped me harder. Whatever, it was incredible. Finally, I felt her firm ass rest on my legs, feeling like butterfly wings, so light was her touch. She kept her word and applied no pressure to my aching leg. Instead she leaned forward, touching her hard nipples to my lips and began rolling her hips and belly, like the fabled Far East dancers. "Roxy will (Oh God) Take care of (Jesus your cock is heavenly) You – Oooo yeah - Yeah!" Her words came from some place deep inside her, hot, sensual and raspy. She was shuddering hard with every belly roll. "I don't care how fast you cum Frankie, I don't (Oh yeah – yeah) care. Just cum in me. Cum hard Baby. Cum hot and deep." She added and I wasn't sure if her words were for me or her. She was already shuddering hard and each time she impaled my cock deep inside her she sent an extra hard hip thrust, until that was all she wanted – my cock deep, with short, hard, hip thrusts. Roxanne never lied to me. She never had to. Now, as a lover she held true. I felt the changes inside of her body. She was going to cum and cum hard. I released the nipple I was ravaging and allowed her raise up. Her eyes were closed and then suddenly opened, as she gained a full upright position. She placed her hands on my belly and started to rapidly move her hips back and forth. It was maddening and she brought me closer to cumming. "This is it Frankie, you rain check is cumming – Oh God yes, its cumming hard Frankie!" She whispered, as her eyes rolled in her head and she bit her lower lip hard. Muscles deep inside her body contracted and I felt Roxy freeze, holding her breath. A fraction of a second later I was soaked and Roxanne was wildly humping my cock as she came – as promised. That was it for me. I'd been straining to hold back (for what reason I wasn't sure) and her release told me it was my time. Caught up in her passion, I groaned feeling the first big pulse of cum release. It surprised Roxanne and she cried out in delight. "We're cumming together!" I wanted to silence her. I wanted to make her scream out again and again. I wanted to fuck her silly. I wanted her – for the rest of my life, I wanted her love, her sex. What I got was the pure pleasure of emptying my balls deep inside my sister, as she wanted, and I loved her for wanting me to. "God, how are you doing that?" I whispered. "What?" "It feels like you're gripping my cock with your..." "I am silly. Never heard of vaginal muscles? If a girl practices she can get really good at it." "Jesus, how many hours a day are you practicing?" Roxanne giggled – a little girl type giggle. "You're sweet. Glad you like it because I can do more." "Holy Mother Mary of God." I sighed, as my sister somehow squeezed the last bit of cum from my cock without touching it. Roxanne pushed up with her hands and grinned at me. "I hope you're happy with your rain check sir. I always aim to please so be sure to ask for me the next time!" And before I could answer back, she rolled and extracted my cock from her pussy. "My – my, I certainly wouldn't have wanted to delay your rain check any longer sir. I don't seem to be able to hold what you've deposited this time!" She added and laughed. I laughed with her, looking at the cum oozing from her pussy and dripping on the floor. My heart swelled, even as my cock diminished and it was a good thing. Roxy's dress dropped naturally and she was just getting the last button of her blouse taken care of when we heard the door start to open. I flipped the linen back over me and Roxy started to chastise me, when the nurse walked in. "And if you ever do anything so damn stupid again I'll..." Roxy stopped and looked surprised at the nurse. "Oh, hi...Sorry, my brother and I were just having a little disagreement." She finished up. "What's this for?" The nurse questioned, holding up the sign. Roxanne shrugged her shoulders and I looked like a beaten dog, with no answers. "Don't know – the doctor was just here, maybe he did it." Roxy offered sheepishly and looked at me. "Hump, he knows better than that without talking to us. You okay Mr. Logan?" "Yeah, but you better get her out of here before I relapse." I replied, as I swept my good arm towards Roxanne. "Fine then but, you haven't heard the half of it!" Roxanne retorted and winked at me. "Alright – okay, that's enough. Mr. Logan needs rest and honey, sister or not, you gotta go! Visiting hours are..." "Yeah, yeah I know. See you Frank, don't do anything more stupid than you have." Roxanne commented and gave the nurse a solid sneer. Roxanne blew me a kiss before walking out and the nurse gave me a lecture on working with relatives. Three days later I was in the wheel chair headed for freedom.