Sisters in Waiting
A Novelette
Copyright � 1999, Kellis
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Uncle Edward turned around and fixed the
stout youth with his eyes.� �Arleigh
said they were looking for you, Dick.� I
want to know when and how you first met them - and close that door.�
Dick, the last of the four to enter, shut the
door sharply.� �You just witnessed our
first meeting.� That�s the first I ever
saw of them.�� He looked at the thin
man.� �Who told you different?�
�Why, they said �� No, I guess they didn�t.��
Arleigh frowned thoughtfully.� �I
just assumed ��
He continued after a reflective pause, �I�d
finished your book, Uncle, and was almost asleep.� I heard something creaking - like the hall door hinges do
sometimes, though I thought it was someplace else - then a crash, and something
fell with a thud.� I turned on the light
and found them trying to get into my closet.�
Tissy must�ve tripped over something.�
Funny!� She claimed Cissy had
knocked her down.�
Uncle Edward rested chin in hand.� �What made you think they were looking for
Dick?�
�Well, for sure they weren�t looking for
me!� Everyone knows about the shortcut
into this room.� I figured they were
after his big cock.�
The elder shook his head.� �Girls are never so direct as that!�
�Even these two?�
�They are eager, I admit.� Pregnancy can do that, though the opposite
is more common.� Corky, did you expect
them?�
�Who, me?�
�Why did you come in to sleep with
me?� Never realized you were so fond of
my attention.�
The tanned one grinned.� �Can�t sleep with a light in my eyes.�
Arleigh snickered.� �But you can with a cock in your bum, eh?�
Corky shrugged, then smiled contentedly.� �Uncle Edward rubs my tummy.�
Arleigh hooted.� �And that ain�t all!�
�Enough!� commanded the eldest gruffly.� �Let�s discuss something important for a
change.� We have a major opportunity
here, gentlemen, if we approach it just right.�
�Yeah, man!� Arleigh agreed, eyes
lighting.� �Pussy for the taking!�
�Wait a minute!� Dick objected.� �Uncle Edward, how pregnant do you think
they are?�
�Hmm.�
I�ll have to talk to them.�
Depends on how long ago the fetuses quickened.� The girls are awfully big, even as young as they are.� They could be almost at term.� And you�re right, Dick:� that is a crucial question.�
�Why?� asked Arleigh.
�Babes are removed immediately after birth
from unmarried mothers of this class.�
These girls will be out of here soon as their milk dries up, which won�t
be long if nothing ever sucks them.�
Arleigh cocked his head.� �You�re saying we may only have pussy a
little while.�
Dick stiffened.� �Damn it, Arleigh, Tissy is not just a piece of meat!�
The thin one grunted and shook his head.
Uncle Edward said soothingly, �Arleigh�s
right, even if he is a selfish turd, but that�s not the point.�
�Well, what is?� Dick demanded, glowering at
Arleigh.
The eldest asked, �Any of you ever heard of
Chamford Financial?�
Corky frowned.� �It�s a holding company, I think.�
�Exactly,� Uncle Edward agreed.� �It has seats on all the exchanges, runs
banks all over the state, lots of real-estate, too, with headquarters in
Albany, the better to bribe legislators.�
Well, the man on top of that pyramid is our fruitful fuckstresses� Uncle
George.�
��Fruitful fuckstresses,�� Arleigh repeated,
grinning in admiration.
�Arleigh,� complained the eldest, �I�m glad
you like my whimsy, but do pay attention to what�s important.�
�Such as holding companies?� I know what I want to hold!�
�Yeah, but you�d like to hold it longer than
a few weeks, wouldn�t you?�
�Of course.�
�And you�d like to go on living high on the
hog?�
�Well, sure.�� The thin face sobered.�
�What�s that got to do with our �fruitful fuckstresses?��
�Maybe a lot.�� Uncle Edward�s eyes narrowed.�
�Do you know why Dick�s governor is paying your bill here?�
Arleigh shrugged.� �He likes me?�
The eldest shook his head.� �I need to have a long, frank talk with you,
Arleigh.�
�All right.�
I know:� to avoid
embarrassment.� So what?�
�So pay attention.� The Harwick girls could be your ticket to ease and independence -
in fact, all our tickets except Dick, but there�s a lot in it for him, too.�
�What?��
Arleigh�s chin dropped incredulously.�
�You mean to kidnap them?�
�Hold on!� cautioned Dick, leaning forward in
his chair.
�No!� Uncle Edward declared.� �I do not mean kidnap them, at least
not exactly.�� He grinned.� �I mean marry them!�
Arleigh, who had been standing, sank to a
seat on the bed.� For once his loquacity
was quelled.
�Think about it,� the eldest continued.� �Chamford Financial is said to own more blue
chips than any other institution in the country.� And these girls mean enough to the owner of Chamford Financial
that he risked a murder charge to revenge their honor.�
�How do you know that?� demanded Dick.
�You heard Cissy:� he shot their lover down like a dog.� We�ll keep that little point tucked away in case we need it.�
�Need it for what?�
�That depends on how much investigating he
does of us!� But let me continue.
�You can�t hide scandal in girls so
prominent.� He�s got to be in a
pickle.� It seems to him his only choice
now is to send them to Europe to marry some worthless noble.� If he loves them enough to kill a man merely
for using them too well, he�s going to miss them keenly.� We need to present him an alternate, one
that keeps his darlings close to home - hell, one that even retains his
grandnephews, if he doesn�t hate their father too much.
�Don�t gawk, Arleigh.� It�s more plausible than it seems at first
blush.� We know how to behave on that
social level, and we have some special qualifications.� We don�t mind marrying girls with a
demonstrated love of fucking, do we?�
That is, not when the girls have a doting uncle rich as Croesus.� We wouldn�t mind a couple of little
bastards running around the house, not when the house is a 50-room mansion and
the bastards stand to inherit a hundred million dollars.� And even Dick, affluent as he expects to
become, won�t mind having a wife with no qualms about fucking any way and
anyone he chooses, who doesn�t even mind sharing him with her sister.�
Dick frowned.� �My wife and another man?�
�Come on, Dick,� the eldest retorted.� �We�ve discussed this.� Think of it as sucking a cock by proxy.� If you train her to note the details, you�ll
learn a lot more about the world�s cock supply than you ever could directly.�
Corky noted a problem.� �But there�s only two of them.�
�Oh, Dick gets Tissy;� no question about it.� You two can cut cards for Cissy.� But make a note:� once you�re married and settled in, you get some permanent house
guests.�
�You and the loser for Cissy?�
�Me and him and the fun and games.�
�God!�
Uncle Edward let them contemplate the
proposal for several seconds.� At last
he mused, �But we have to do this right.�
First we have to confirm my assumptions:� that is, find out a whole lot more about our fruitful
fuckstresses.� Let�s get back in
there.� You fellows can fuck but let me
do most of the talking.� You hear,
Arleigh?�
�Yes, Uncle.�
Dick, of course, was first out the door.
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Meanwhile Cissy got off Arleigh�s bed and
found her discarded shift.� �Come on,�
she said to the watching sister.
�I�m waiting for Dicky,� was the response.
�Oh, Tissy!��
Having thrown the shift on over her head, Cissy drew close and caught
the other�s hand.� �I was hoping they�d
fall asleep but this is better.� Come
on.� We won�t get as good a chance.�
�To leave?�
You go ahead!�
�No, no.�
We�ve both got to leave.�
If we don�t �� You just watch -
it�ll be worse than Aunt Sarah locking us in the library!�
�It will?�
�We�ll do them again, Tissy.� You know we will!�
�Then why leave?�
�So it�ll happen when we want it to!�
�We always want it.�
�Not quite.�
We have other things to do, you know.�
They�ll miss you at breakfast.�
There�ll be a row and you�ll never feel Dicky�s fat cock again!�
That argument was compelling despite its
internal contradiction.� Tissy got
grudgingly off the bed and started toward the closet but turned back when Cissy
failed to follow.� The latter had taken
up a black notebook from the bedside table.
�What�s that?�
�Names and addresses,� mused Cissy, thumbing
through the pages.� She closed it and
clutched it tightly in her hand before pushing past Tissy.� �Come on.�
They�ll be back any moment.�
Tissy followed on her heels.� �Won�t he miss it?�
Cissy pushed in among the male clothing.� �We�ll put it back soon as they go out
again.� No, don�t pull the door
shut.� Leave it like it was.�
Shortly they entered the secret doorway.� When Tissy passed her, Cissy whirled about
and pressed the ragged door closed.�
Forcing the protruding nail flush resulted in a distinct click.� Thereafter tugging on the butted ends of
planks produced no movement.
�It�s okay,� Cissy announced.� �Quick, let�s go watch!�
They clambered up the attic stairs and took
their usual places on the cushions.�
Through the eye holes Arleigh�s bedroom proved empty.� They settled themselves to wait.
After a bit Tissy murmured, �Gosh, Cissy,
that was the most fun we ever had!�
�I know it.�
�Dicky�s thing - oh, what it did to me!�
�Made you sore, I bet.� How�d you like the old man�s?�
Tissy giggled.� �I wanted one so bad!�
And he kept going on and on.� I
never came so many times, not even with your bottle.� I didn�t think a man could go so long the first time.�
�Maybe old men are different.�
�He�s not so old - not as much as
Uncle George.�
�Older than all the rest.� I thought you preferred Dicky.�
�I do!�
He�s sweet.� And though he looks
fat, he�s not.� His body is hard.� I bet he�s strong as a horse.�
�Oh, yeah?�
Is that all you noticed about him?�
�You mean his thing.�
�That�s right.� I never even got to touch it.�
Tissy smiled.� �You didn�t, did you?��
Her pleasure was evident in the tone of her voice.
Cissy shook herself.� �But I�m still ahead of you.�
�How?�
�My butt hole feels funny.�
�Your ��
What do you mean?�
�Didn�t you notice?�
�Notice what?�
�Arleigh and Corky together in my bottom,
that�s what.�
�Arleigh and �� But you sucked Corky!�
And Arleigh did you before he went to get the others.�
�Corky shot off in no time.� Then Uncle Edward made him slide under me
and put back in the right place - with Arleigh in my butt.�
Tissy tore her eyes away to stare at her
sister�s face, illuminated by the light passing through her own set of eye
holes.� �At the same time?�
Cissy smiled.� �At the same time.�
�Oh, my!� Tissy breathed.� �How ��
How did that feel?� Didn�t
it hurt?�
�Uncle Edward put his � must�ve been his
thumb - in me first.� That hurt a
little.� But Arleigh�s thing is padded
on the end.� It felt like a turd going
backwards.�
�But that � that could feel good!�
�It did!� And then Corky just under it -�
That was �� I don�t know a
word.� As you said, I just came on and
on.�
Tissy thought it over.� She shivered once, which widened her
sister�s smile.� At last the younger
shrugged, complacency restored.� �Well,
at least I got the fattest cock.� And
tasted it, too.�
�Yes, you did,� her sister admitted.� �You�ve drunk from two now.�
Tissy smiled.� �You�ve only done one.�
�What do you think of the taste?�
The younger shrugged.� �It�s not bad, but I wouldn�t bother with it
if it came any other way.�
Cissy nodded.� �Me, too.�
They waited in silence.� Cissy yawned.� �I�m getting sleepy.�
Tissy took a deep breath.� �I want to see Dick come back.� Why didn�t we think of doing our butts,
Cissy?�
�With what?�
That�s where we stink!�
�Arleigh didn�t care.�
�It was the old man who thought of it.�
�I�ll bet he�s done a lot of butts.�
�Yeah, boys� and girls� both.� Your big Dicky�s is one that -� Uh-oh!�
Quiet, now!�
Dick had appeared in the bedroom below them,
followed by the other three.� All four
had donned bathrobes.� Dick spun around,
looked beyond the bed and declared disconsolately, �They�ve gone!�
He hurried to the hall door, snatched it open
and disappeared.
�314!� declared Cissy in a whisper.
Tissy snorted and whispered back, �One less
than ours!�
The three other men entered more
leisurely.� Arleigh came directly to the
closet.� Cissy stiffened, listening to
the sound of coat hangers sliding on the rail, but relaxed when he withdrew and
closed the closet door.
Dick returned from the hall, closing the
outer door behind him.� �No sign of
her.�
Uncle Edward asked, �Who else did you see?�
�No one.�
Nobody�s up yet.�
Arleigh noted, �She didn�t even take a
shirt.� Can they be so innocent as
that?�
�As what?� asked Dick.
�To run around these halls naked.�
Uncle Edward declared positively, �No one
could be that innocent!� Wonder
if somebody was chasing them.� That�s
probably it.� They got run out of
somebody�s bedroom.� You sure you never
saw them before, Dick - or Arleigh?�
Both men swore to the novelty.� Dick was positive he could never have
forgotten Tissy.
�Aw-w-w!� cried the girl softly.
Uncle Edward grinned.� �Nobody forgets his first one, but you�ll
get over it.�
Dick turned away, mumbling something
indistinct.
�What�s that?� asked the eldest.
Dick looked back.� �I think she needs me.�
Uncle Edward chuckled.� �You may have that backwards.�
The stout man scowled, turned about and
marched resolutely toward the other bedroom.
�Thought of something?� Arleigh called after
him.
He paused at the door.� �I mean to get dressed and find her.� She�s bound to be somewhere in this place.�
�Wait a minute!�� Arleigh started after him, but Uncle Edward caught the thin man�s
arm, advising, �Let him get dressed.�
I�ll talk to him.�
Arleigh stopped.� �All right.�� He sniffed.� �Fool really thinks he�s in love.� He�ll screw up the plan.�
�No, he won�t.� Come on, Corky.� Let�s
reason with him.� We all need to get
some sleep.�
Tissy raised up from the eye holes and
declared softly, �I�m going down there.�
�What?��
Cissy grabbed her arm.� �No, you
aren�t.� Not now.�
�Dick needs me.�
�Maybe so.��
Cissy�s voice was a fierce whisper.�
�Just not now!�� She backed down
the staircase beside her sister, retaining the grip on her arm.
�Let me go!� Tissy ordered.
�Keep your voice down.�
They had emerged into the dark bedroom, now
illuminated by the first dim light of day through the lace curtains.� Cissy took her sister by the shoulders.� She spoke in an intense but low voice.� �Listen to me!� We�ve got to do this right!�
�What do you mean?�
�We have to make sure Old Lady Horner doesn�t
find out.�
�Huh!�
The boys�ll never tell!�
�They won�t have to if you don�t show up for
your examination.� Did you forget?�
�Oh.�
Oh, yeah.� What do you mean by
doing it �right?��
When the older did not reply immediately,
Tissy prompted, �Well?�
�As you said, we just had the best time of
our lives.� You want more of it and so
do I, but we have to be careful.�
�Of what?�
�Uncle Edward gets a lot of the credit.� He thought to put Arleigh in my butt and
Dick in your cunny.� He knows what he�s
doing.� He�s the one who can tell us how
to arrange things.� I want to talk to
him before we do anything else.�
�Talk to him!� Well, he�s right there!�
�Just him and me.�
�Huh!�
How�ll you arrange that?�
�Leave a note.�
�A note?��
The younger�s smile was barely discernible.� �That�s smart, Cissy.� I
will, too - to Dick.�
Cissy sighed in relief.� �All right - if you let me read it
first.�� She turned back to the
door.�� �Now let�s get our cushions and
pillows and go back to bed.� We can get
a little sleep before they come for you!�
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