Cinderella

 

Copyright 2008-2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults only. [email protected]

Cinderella - Book Two
by T.S. Severe

 Chapter Fourteen

"Make yourself comfortable," Eva said as she closed and locked the door of the apartment.

"Thank you." Kurt smiled through the large windows overlooking Romerberg square. "You have a nice view from up here." 

He turned his head to see the woman removing her jacket, stretching her lean body against the tight black leather dress beneath it. The sitting room wasn't spacious by any means, but comfortable and warm with the afternoon sun spilling through the windows. It was long and narrow, rectangular with brightly painted walls and furniture in blue, yellow, and green for the most part. To the right was the kitchen and small dining room, to the left a short hallway leading to the bedroom and bath.

"A very nice view," he decided, taking a deep breath.

Eva draped her jacket over the back of the chair where her purse sat and then retrieved her Walther nine millimeter, pointing the weapon at Kurt.

"Make yourself comfortable there, is what I meant," she told the man, indicating a tan and yellow sofa with a nod of her head.

"Eva," Kurt sighed.

"Sit down," she said, watching as he did just that and Eva soon took a seat opposite him on a matching chair with a glass coffee table between them.

"Would it do me any good to ask you anything?" Eva wondered and Kurt lifted his hands with an apologetic smile.

"I won't have the answers you want," he said, leaning back against the padded sofa. 

"Even if I shoot you in the knees?"

"I'll probably lie in that case." Kurt chuckled softly. "Wolfgang will have the answers when he returns."

"Hmmm…" Eva crossed her long legs, pulling her skirt high along the left thigh. She stroked her pale skin with the suppressor attached to her pistol while she regarded Kurt with cool blue eyes.

"Could we have a drink perhaps?" he asked gently.

"No." Eva gave him a bare shake of her head. "You're a good looking man, Herr Glauss."

"You're an exceptional woman, Frau Brandt," Kurt replied, using the honorific deliberately. 

"You know we're married?" Eva tilted her head. "More of your…rumors?"

"Just so," the man agreed with a shrug. "I've long wanted to make your acquaintance."

"Why?"

"Pure selfishness, I assure you," he replied with a smile. "Just sitting here is a pleasure for me."

"I'm not beautiful." Eva uncrossed her legs and played the pistol along the inside of right thigh.

"Beauty is so often boring." Kurt wrinkled his nose playfully. "We expect too little of it and we're rarely disappointed, don't you think?"

"Do you want me to disappoint you?" Eva licked her lips, pushing her skirt upwards as the cold steel found the hollow of thigh.

"Do you think you can?" Kurt asked, watching the shadow between the woman's legs.

"Take out your cock," Eva said. "I want to see it. Make it hard for me."

"I'm already hard for you." 

Kurt watched her face as he unzipped his dark trousers, giving a soft grunt and a self-conscious smile as he reached inside to remove his penis. He pulled his manhood free, stiff with arousal and already damp at the tip as Kurt pulled his foreskin back. He was not so thick perhaps, but very long with prominent veins and a mushroom shaped glans. The ridge was pronounced and his skin stretched around it, almost painfully from the momentary look on the man's face, and then it was free and completely exposed. Kurt's foreskin wrapped beneath the head and around the shaft in tight rolls like pink rubber bands one atop another.

"Your balls too," Eva breathed, nodding her head and pressing the muzzle of the suppressor against the lace of her panties, teasing her clitoris as it struggled to emerge from its sheath.

"As you wish," Kurt agreed softly, pulling at his cock with his left hand and using his right to pull his generous scrotum free. His dark sack lay on his trousers in a pool of hirsute skin and the twin orbs of his testes were obvious and very large to Eva's experienced eyes.

"You have a nice cock," she decided. "Stroke it for me. Slowly, please."

"May I see you also, Eva?" Kurt asked her as he began to work his right fist up and down the shaft, drawing his soft skin back and forth over the blood engorged muscle beneath.

"Hmmm…" Eva nodded, lifting herself from the chair and unzipping her skirt. She let it fall around her feet and sat once more, spreading her well-toned legs wide, hooking her knees over the arms of the chair so that Kurt could see her panties stretched tightly across her shaven sex. The hollows of her thighs were deep and soft, with thin blue veins visible beneath her alabaster skin.

Kurt nodded his handsome head, massaging his prick slowly as he watched the girl rub the pistol across her sex, pressing inward against the black cotton panel of her panties until it split her hidden labia. Eva kept her eyes fixed on the man's cock, staring at it with her cobalt eyes. She licked her lips as a clear drop of precum appeared at the tip, just sitting there for a moment before spilling down the shaft to be swept away by Kurt's slow fingers. She felt her own wetness growing, the smell of her growing arousal wafting through the still air of the apartment. Eva's nipples burned beneath her leather blouse and she ignored the urge to feel them, to pinch and pull her tender flesh.

"Show me…" Kurt whispered.

Eva smiled at that, reaching with her right hand to pull the gusset of her panty aside with a thin tearing sound. The nylon dug into her right hip and then parted as she gave the material an impatient jerk, suddenly exposing her florid sex to Kurt's gaze. Her pink pussy lips were distended, small and soft and wrinkled as they clung together at the entrance to her cunt. At the top of her slit, Eva's clitoris was completely exposed, erect like a single, delicate stigma bound by miniature petals of flesh.

She drew a sharp breath through her nose, sucking on her bottom lip as the metal slid across her clit and between Eva's labia, splitting them slowly. She angled the weapon and pressed the smooth suppressor inside her sex, splitting her soft walls centimeter by centimeter while Kurt jerked himself off with increasing urgency. Eva's pussy lips clung to the steel and were turned inward with the penetration, disappearing as the girl took nearly all of the suppressor before pulling it back out slowly.

The girl's lips emerged, clinging greedily to the long tube as it gleamed with a thin coat of Eva's juices. Eva pumped her pussy for several minutes never completely removing the pistol from her cunt, but pushing it in and out while Kurt masturbated across from her. His cock was nearly 20cm long she thought, perhaps even more than that, and precum was leaking readily now, his darkening shaft coated with the wetness beneath his fingers. Eva was going to cum, she thought, just from this. From watching a handsome man stroke himself for her pleasure. For a brief moment the girl thought that would be enough, but no…

Eva pulled the suppressor free of her sex completely, frowning at the emptiness and desperate to filled with something larger, something long and hot and capable of bringing her off. She moved quickly to Kurt, straddling him as he sat on the sofa. Her vulnerable pussy hovering above the head of his aching cock. His eyes stared into Eva's face and he licked his lips as she brought the pistol to his mouth, prodding him to open for the weapon as she eased the tainted steel between his lips. She lowered herself at the same time, comparing their progress, and as the suppressor entered Kurt's mouth fully, so too his cock slid into Eva's eager sex.

"Mmmpphh…" Kurt's dark green eyes widened as he felt the walls of Eva's sex clasping around his prick. She was taking him slowly, letting herself grow used to the man and perhaps making the excuse to tease him with her pistol. She worked the tube in and out, as if fucking Kurt's mouth with her pistol and giving him a little more in time with his penetration of her sex. She could see his mouth working, his tongue washing the cruel metal of her tart fluids. He grabbed Eva's ass with both hands, digging his fingers into her soft flesh and squeezing as he lifted his hips in an effort to drive himself deeper.

"Yessss…" Eva agreed, breathing harder and nodding her head. "Fuck me…Fuck me good now, harder…Harder! Inside me! Fuck me…"

She was moving against him, pushing her cunt down to feel his cockhead reaching for the tender bottom of her sex and finding it with a sharp burst of pleasure. He was very long and Eva enjoyed the sensation as her cunt was forced to stretch around the man, to accommodate his desire to have her completely. She pushed the pistol deeper as well, finding the back of Kurt's throat with the muzzle of the suppressor and bringing a weak gagging sound, a slight jerk as he tilted his head and winced.

"When you cum inside me…" Eva gasped. "I'll cum inside you…You want it…Yeah? You want me to…Ughmmm…Ejaculate in your mouth…Fuck me…Cum for me…We'll cum together…"

Her finger caressed the trigger as Kurt opened his eyes, shaking his head carefully and still helpless to do anything but to hold the girl against him. He was going to cum soon, Eva could sense it easily and she was working her experienced cunt as best she could, tensing her muscles and clenching the walls of her sex around him. She squirmed against his deepest thrusts, holding herself down with his balls against her anus. She rocked her hips, grinding her sex on the man's prick even as she pushed the pistol harder against his resisting esophagus.

"Ahhh!" Eva gasped as her orgasm suddenly erupted and she pulled her pistol free of Kurt's mouth, dropping it to the floor behind the sofa so she could cling to the man. 

Her body shook with the effort of cumming, the girl's eyes shutting tightly as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled Kurt's face against the her leather bound breasts. She was lost to the moment, to the flood of animal passion that filled her. She felt the man's teeth biting her swollen nipples through her blouse and his hands digging into her flushed skin. She could feel his cock as if it were the center of the universe, with her body twisted around it, squeezing the spike of pleasure upon which she was impaled.

Kurt was cumming as well, still fucking her through his orgasm, He pumped his seed into Eva's greedy sex without pause or warning, merely pulling the girl as tightly against him as possible. The air rushed from Eva's lungs as the sensation of his cock jerking against the pillow of her cervix brought her off again. One orgasm spilled into another and she was incapable of doing anything else. All Eva could do was cum and clutch at the man desperately until the long moment passed.

"Move this way…" Kurt breathed several minutes later, pushing Eva to her back on the sofa.

He'd undressed quickly and then removed her clothes as well, smiling at the girl while Eva had watched and slowly recovered from her multiple orgasms. She felt like she'd been hit by a truck, but a very soft one that had only bruised her feverish mind. Her body was full of energy and her heart still raced as she enjoyed the view of the man's splendid body. He was much like Wolfgang in that way, very strong and well-toned without being vulgar. He had dark hair on his chest and legs, and his cock was unwavering in its ardent admiration of Eva.

"Hmmm…" She smiled as she lay back beneath his tender insistence and spread her legs to accommodate the man. 

"This will be much better," Kurt promised, bringing his penis to Eva's semen fill sex and entering the girl easily.

"I hope not," Eva giggled weakly and then groaned beneath his sudden thrust. "I don't know…if I can take…much better…"

"You will," Kurt said with a smile, bringing his mouth to her long, delicate neck and kissing her there.

His cock went deep and stayed there, Kurt being content to rest inside Eva's pussy while he explored her with his hands and mouth. Every now and again he would shift, or more often she would move beneath him, to feel the pressure of his cock someplace else inside her. She was soaked, filled with their combined cum, but hot as well and tight as she pulled at her pelvic muscles to tease the man. She could fuck him just laying there, caressing his cock with the walls of her sex, the mouth of her cunt wrapped lovingly around the base of his prick.

"No…" Eva turned her face away as Kurt's lips sought hers.

"Kiss me," he whispered, bringing a hand to her hair as he laid on his elbows top the girl.

"I said no!" Eva looked at him, giving the man her intense stare. "You can fuck me, but I won't kiss you."

"I see," Kurt sighed, returning her gaze and apparently realizing the truth of what she said. "Perhaps another time."

"Perhaps." Eva softened with a smile and pulled his mouth to her tits. "You can kiss me there…Hard…Bite them for me."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Herr Brandt? I'm Veronique." A tall, dark skinned woman offered Wolfgang a friendly smile. 

Wolfgang looked up at the sound of her voice, struggling to push away the fire of jealousy that Eva's confession had sparked in his gut. She'd been fucking the man while they spoke, that had been obvious, and his sister had delighted in telling Wolfgang exactly how skilled the man was with his prick.

He hadn't asked for a reason, Wolfgang could easily guess why his sister would wish to punish him two days after visiting their father. She'd been looking for a means and now she had one. It was something he already understood about Eva, that there was nothing inviolable to her. Nothing was sacred. She'd experienced death, or a form of it, a shadow of lifeless eternity in her addiction that had left her deeply scarred. It gave her a measure of strength that Wolfgang was still learning to appreciate and while the anger and jealousy remained, by the time Eva had whispered her breathless goodbye, Wolfgang had already forgiven her.

Now he was looking at Veronique and exquisite was very much the proper word for her. She possessed a vaguely oriental face, very feminine with a generous mouth and prominent cheeks. Her eyes were dark and almond shaped with thin, arching eyebrows beneath thick, luxuriously black hair. She wore pleated slacks and a blazer, both in charcoal gray, with a white turtleneck blouse. Her clothes were well fitted and the young woman's body was very fit with eye pleasing curves, a flat stomach, and wonderfully full breasts.

"Herr Mozart suggested I might find some way to entertain you," the woman said, her German perfect but soft and lilting with a pronounced French accent. "Perhaps you'd like to freshen up?"

"Yes. Thank you," Wolfgang said, clearing his throat and he felt his face redden slightly as he realized he'd been staring at her.

"Have you finished your call?" Veronique asked. "I can wait for you outside if you like."

"What? Oh. Yes, I'm finished," Wolfgang agreed, replacing the phone in its cradle. "My…sister will be joining me shortly."

"Of course." The girl smiled. "I understand she's with Kurt?"

"Yes." Wolfgang nodded. "She is, uh…Where did you get that wonderful accent?"

"Hmmm?" Veronique laughed lightly. "I've been trying to hide it. My father was a diplomat. I spent many years in Paris. Come, I'll show you to your room."

"Is your mother French?" Wolfgang asked as they walked together through the mansion.

"No, her family was from Tehran originally," Veronique replied. "They immigrated to Cologne before the revolution." 

The woman stopped, putting a hand on one deftly rounded hip and giving Wolfgang what he suspected was a pout. She was very attractive and as they stood there he could smell her perfume, very faint but very pleasant as well, like a tease for the senses and Wolfgang found himself leaning into it.

"And so my blood is Persian," she said softly. "Don't tell me you that you can't tell."

"My second guess," Wolfgang said with a smile. "What is it that you do here?"

"You mean, am I a secretary?" Veronique asked with playful smile. "Am I one of the maids?"

"No," Wolfgang said, shaking his head. "I'm merely curious. You seem…"

"Out of place?"

"Yes," Wolfgang said. 

"That's a difficult question to answer at the moment," Veronique said with a small shrug. "The guest rooms are upstairs. I assumed your, ummm…sister…would share your bed. Was I mistaken?"

"You're obviously well informed," Wolfgang said slowly as they climbed a wide, curving staircase.

"I've offended you," Veronique decided. "Forgive me. I can be rather too direct when I…"

"When you what?" Wolfgang looked at her.

"See something I like," the girl said with a long look into Wolfgang's eyes. "Perhaps you as well?"

They were paused at the top of the stairs and Wolfgang decided quickly, reaching for Veronique and slipping his hand behind her neck as he stepped close. He kissed her, lightly at first and then urgently as her soft lips parted for his tongue. She offered him a low moan and pressed her ripe breasts against his chest as Wolfgang's other hand found the small of her back and pulled her hips against him. He was already growing hard for her and the pressure of his trapped erection pressed low against her belly was welcome.

"Where's my room?" Wolfgang asked her a moment later, whispering the words in her ear.

"There…" Veronique licked her lips and smiled. "I'll show you."

They undressed each other quickly, kissing while they moved with clumsy urgency. Veronique wore a red satin bra and matching panties beneath her conservative attire, complimenting her dusky complexion perfectly, and Wolfgang tugged the delicate straps from her shoulders as she pushed his face between her heaving breasts. Veronique's tits were ripe and firm, topped with smallish nipples colored like chocolate and he took the left between his lips, suckling at the woman and pressing his teeth into her flesh.

She gasped and moaned in agreement with Wolfgang's attentions as they stood just inside the closed doorway of his bedroom. Their clothes were strewn haphazardly around them and Veronique's long, delicate fingers found the man's cock as it jutted from between his thighs and against her soft stomach. Wolfgang's mouth moved across her breasts to kiss Veronique's right nipple, nibbling gently and washing the swollen nub with his tongue. His hands moved across the woman's hips, pushing her panties down her unbelievably smooth thighs until they fell around her feet. 

"Ummm…yessss…" Veronique breathed, lifting her left leg high with Wolfgang's help. He held her just above the knee, pulling the girl open as she pulled his cock towards her vulnerable sex. He kissed her neck and then Veronique's mouth as she struggled to work his penis between her engorged labia. They were already plump and greasy, soft as the head of Wolfgang's cock slipped over and finally between them. The swollen glans stretched the small mouth of Veronique's cunt, making her gasp and shiver with pleasure.

Wolfgang grabbed the girl roughly with his hands beneath her well-rounded ass, desperate to feel more of the woman's vagina around him. He picked Veronique up easily as she wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders. Her long legs went around Wolfgang's narrow hips as his cock suddenly surged inside her pussy. She was tight and hot, very wet inside and the sensation was immediate as the man pulled her down fully, driving every centimeter of his thick penis into Veronique's quivering sex.

They both groaned loudly as Wolfgang pushed the woman against the door, pinning her with his flushed body against hers. The added leverage made it easier to stab his cock inside her with short, rapid strokes. Veronique had locked her ankles around him and she pulled at the man, thrusting with her pelvis to meet the torrid invasion of her cunt. Her hard nipples burned into his skin, the woman's proud breasts flattened against Wolfgang's chest as he possessed her completely. He held her with his arms around her hips, flexing his knees and ramming his cock upward to split the quivering folds of Veronique's sex.

She screamed for him, loudly announcing her orgasm. Veronique's mouth was on his forehead and eyes, kissing his cheeks and finally his mouth as her body shook beneath the onslaught of pleasure. Their tongues met, writhing over and around each other and moving wetly from her mouth to his and back again. Wolfgang fucked her harder as the pressure around his cock grew. Veronique's sex seemed to spasm with deep contractions, like a fist gripping his penis and tugging at the man, drawing him as far into the woman's cunt as he could possibly get. He felt the dull sensation of his cockhead finding the bottom of her pussy, the jolt of his passage being blocked by a pillow of tender flesh and that too brought Veronique's to screaming rapture. He'd never fucked a girl so vocal and unabashed in her sex and it was driving him to take her almost violently.

Their bodies pounded on the door, enough to rattle the stout portal in its frame, and the sound must have echoed through the otherwise quiet manor. On the wall beside them framed photographs of the estate in years gone by shook and threatened to fall. Wolfgang was grunting loudly with the effort of driving his cock into the young woman's womb, his muscular body straining to finish himself off inside this exotic beauty. Veronique was cumming again, moaning and suddenly arching her back too far, carelessly finding the door with the back of her head and she gasped blinking and smiling and shaking off whatever pain that surprise might have brought.

"Fuck me! Cum with me! Ohhhh…Fuck yessss…" She panted the words in Wolfgang's ear, biting the man and urging him to join her seemingly endless orgasms.

"God!" Wolfgang exploded with that one word and an almost painful release of semen into Veronique's clasping cunt. He nearly lost his balance beneath the force of his ejaculation and he slammed the woman into the door one last time, driving the air from her lungs as he held her there, both of them frozen as they came together for a long, intense moment of pure ecstasy.

"Oh Jesus," Wolfgang finally breathed, blinking at Veronique and she smiled wearily back at him. "Did I hurt you?"

"No." She giggled and kept her legs tight around the man, his cock still swollen inside her. "That's exactly how I like it."

"Good." Wolfgang grinned, nodding his head and licking his lips. His cock had softened somewhat, but not enough to escape the delicious confines of her cum filled sex and already he could feel himself recovering.

"Put me on the bed now," Veronique suggested. "We have time for more, I think. Much more."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 

"Eva." Wolfgang smiled and held out his hand to help his sister from the car. He was fresh from a shower, she noted, and his suit looked somewhat rumpled.

"Wolfgang." She smiled in reply and let him take her hand. 

She'd changed clothes after her own long shower, dressing down deliberately in black denim jeans and sheer white blouse over her black bra. She carried her leather jacket and purse, leaving her Walther behind in the car at Kurt's polite insistence. He'd driven them to the estate, Eva blindfolded for much of the trip to her annoyed amusement. She suspected it was more for show, for some dramatic theatrical purpose rather than a practical exercise in secrecy. It was clear to her that they were most likely somewhere in the Black Forest, southwest of Stuttgart.

"Did you have a good trip?" Wolfgang asked, glancing at Kurt as he exited the driver's seat. 

The man merely nodded his head politely; neither smiling nor showing any indication that he'd spent the better part of three hours fucking Wolfgang's sister-wife. 

"It was boring," Eva said and her eyes were on the woman standing a few meters away, a lovely creature with exotic features. "Who's that woman?"

"Hmmm?" Wolfgang turned his head to see Veronique smile at him, tilting her head as a cool breeze ruffled her still damp hair. "Veronique. She was, uh…"

"Entertaining your brother," Veronique stepped forward, meeting Eva's cold blue eyes with her own. "I'm Veronique Dahl. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"You fucked her," Eva said to Wolfgang with a shrug. "Good. I was worried about you."

"We should go inside and…" Wolfgang's words were stopped as Eva suddenly pressed her mouth against his, pushing her tongue past the man's lips. She held his head in her hand, keeping him open for her tongue as she explored Wolfgang's mouth for half a minute.

"Remember who we are," Eva whispered after their long, deep kiss. "Nothing else matters."

"Yes," Wolfgang answered softly, finding Eva's eyes surprisingly gentle.

"Frau Brandt," Veronique stepped forward with her almond eyes fixed on Eva's. "If I may show you to your room? Dinner will be served shortly."

"Thank you," Eva said coolly, putting her left arm through Wolfgang's. "I'm very hungry."

"I can only imagine," Veronique replied, sharing a brief smile with Kurt before leading Wolfgang and Eva towards the house.

Once inside their bedroom Wolfgang explained what the man calling himself Mozart had told him. Eva sat on the bed which had already been changed with fresh linen and the air smelled of scented disinfectant, the cloying scent of lilacs attempting to cover the faint musk of recent sex. Or so she liked to imagine and Eva rather enjoyed the nervous looks that Wolfgang would give her while he spoke. 

He was only man, she thought, and so it wasn't difficult to understand why he'd fucked that woman. She was attractive and plainly available, Eva could see that much just from her smile. Veronique was probably disappointed that Wolfgang had given in so easily, but that only spoke of her own experience with Kurt. It would have been more satisfying if the man hadn't been so obviously eager from the moment he'd laid on eyes on Eva.

"So he works for the government," Eva sighed, falling back on the pillows and she smiled. "There is a mirror on the ceiling."

"Is there?" Wolfgang lied. "I hadn't noticed."

"Shut-up," Eva said with a laugh. "There's probably a camera behind it. This old man will probably watch movies of you and that woman tonight. Was she good?"

"How was Kurt?" Wolfgang asked, sitting on the bed and looking upward.

"Very good," Eva said.

"Like Veronique then." Wolfgang looked at his sister. "He'll offer us work, but he won't tell us what it is until we agree to it."

"He knows our father…"

"So he claims." Wolfgang shrugged.

"He does," Eva insisted. "Papa wasn't surprised to see me."

"Oh…" Wolfgang smiled slowly, unsure of what she meant. "I think he was."

"No," Eva said. "He was expecting me. There was relief in his eyes, but not surprise."

"What do you mean?"

"Either he knew nothing about what happened to me," Eva said, "or he knew everything."

"He knew you weren't dead." Wolfgang nodded. "It's possible that he didn't know anything. If he has no access to television or the newspapers…"

"Or more likely he knew that you'd rescued me," Eva decided. "This Mozart has been watching us. He said so himself, yeah? He's been keeping Papa informed."

"Even if that's true…" Wolfgang shrugged. "What does it matter?"

"I want to see him again. Mozart can arrange it." Eva sat up, taking her brother's hand. "If he is who he claims to be, this man can get us in. With no guards, no cameras. We can speak with him."

"And you want to ask our father about Mozart?"

"Of course." Eva smiled. "Before we accept anything, we have to know the truth, Wolfgang. We have to hear it from someone we can trust." 

"He doesn't want to see us again," Wolfgang sighed.

"Because of you," Eva reminded him with a frown. "He'll see us, despite what Papa said. You know that and when we do, you will apologize, yeah?"

"Oh." Wolfgang snorted softly. "This is what you really want."

"He's your father, Wolfgang." Eva nodded. "Whatever else he is, you must remember that. Nothing else matters but who we are."

"I love you," Wolfgang said, turning and pushing his sister back to the pillows, leaning over her and moving for a kiss.

"Stop," Eva whispered, pressing two fingers against the man's lips. "You'll apologize and we'll forget the rest. Do you promise?"

Wolfgang stared at his sister and finally nodded. "I promise, Eva."

"Then you may kiss me," she whispered, moving her fingers from his mouth to his neck and pulling him close. "I love you too."

Their kiss was interrupted by a soft knock upon the door.

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"Ah…My dear," Mozart rose from his chair to greet Eva warmly, kissing the woman on her left cheek. "It's good to have you here. Thank you for coming."

"How could I refuse such a handsome invitation?" she asked the old man with a humorless smile.

"You have your mother's eyes," Mozart said. "And your father's dry wit. I can tell already that I'm going to like you very much."

The dining room was large and ornate, like the antique table and chairs that dominated the room. A dozen people could have been seated easily, but there were only the three of them and they sat in patient silence as two older servants arrived from the kitchen with their dinner.

"I hope you won't think it rude if we discuss business?" Mozart wondered with an apologetic smile. "I assume Wolfgang has told you of our discussion?"

"What little there was to tell," Wolfgang said pointedly. "I'm afraid we're still at a loss to understand what it is you want from us."

"I want you to work with me, for the German government," the man said. "The pay is small, the danger great, and no one will ever know who you are or what you've done to serve your country."

"I've served my country before, Herr Mozart," Eva said, picking up her wine glass. "And I've heard this speech before, coming from the mouths of men who betrayed me."

"I understand, Eva." He leaned forward, giving the girl his clear gray eyes. "You'll always live with that pain and nothing can make it go away. But I am not those men."

"I don't know who you are," Eva said simply. "You have a big house. You have servants and bodyguards. You have men and women who will fuck on command, no? What does it mean?"

"Eva…" Wolfgang cleared his throat, glancing to see the old man's reaction.

"I was a whore, Herr Mozart," Eva continued with her intense blue eyes unwavering. "It was honest work, at least. The only truth I knew for a long time. Can you promise the same?"

"You require some proof," Mozart sighed. 

"We wish to speak with our father…" Wolfgang answered. 

"Privately," Eva added.

"Can you arrange it?" Wolfgang asked. "We can't agree to anything, until we've spoken with him."

"It will take a few days," Mozart replied after a moment's thought. "Yes. I'll arrange it for you."

"Good." Eva's eyes softened and she held up her glass in toast. "Thank you, Herr Mozart."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Fuck!" Eva gasped, throwing herself against the aluminum shed with a sharp bang. She coughed and wiped her mouth with the back of her right hand, holding her Glock 17 in the left.

"We're almost there," Wolfgang said, checking the magazine in his own pistol and slapping it back into place. "I've got three rounds."

"I've got two," Eva breathed. "Do you know where she is?"

"In the barn," Wolfgang answered and then shrugged. "I think. Where's Kurt?"

"He's down," Eva managed a weak smile. "I took Klein as well. He was very surprised."

"Heh!" Wolfgang smiled back at her, turning his body towards the shed. He took a deep breath and jerked his head out for a fraction of a second and then did it again.

"Fifty meters open ground," he said. "There's a tractor and a wooden fence, that's all. A hundred meters to the barn."

"Yeah," Eva nodded, blinking at the sweat in her eyes and picturing the layout from the briefing photographs they'd studied. "That fucking DSR…" she breathed. "Sometimes I really hate your girlfriend."

"I'll go first," Wolfgang said. "When she takes the shot, you follow me. Keep your head down, huh?"

"Always," Eva agreed. 

Wolfgang crouched for a moment in his standard Bundeswehr fatigues, devoid of any patches or insignia, and without hesitating took off at run towards the old, rusted farm tractor and the barn that lay another fifty meters beyond it. He zigged left and right and right again as a sudden explosion of gravel blossomed bright orange less than three meters behind him. There was no sound and no muzzle flash of course and the only reason he was still moving was because Veronique had expected him to go left again.

As soon as she saw the shot, Eva was sprinting to follow her brother, running at a crouch to cover the distance in less than a dozen seconds, slowed mainly by her own jinks and jukes to confuse the sniper's aim. Even so, a round went past Eva's head close enough that she could hear the air being rent by the projectile's swift passage. She dove beneath the tractor as another shot hit the steel chassis above her.

"See her?" she asked Wolfgang. He'd removed a small range scope from his pocket and was looking through it.

"No," he answered. "It's dark inside. She's in the loft."

"She'll move," Eva predicted and her brother nodded. "We don't know what's in there either."

"Scared?" Wolfgang teased her and Eva gave him a withering look.

"Bored," she replied. "Let's go kill the bitch so we can go home."

"You want to go first this time?"

"Yeah," Eva nodded. "Left side. There's two…three windows, I think, and the door."

"Okay," Wolfgang said, tucking his scope away.

Eva sprinted across the dirt towards the barn ahead of her. She danced left and right, but there was nothing to evade. Veronique must have given up her sniper rifle and now the woman would be waiting someplace inside the large structure with her own pistol at the ready. That wasn't a thought to comfort Eva, since she knew only too well how skilled Veronique was with the Glock 17 she carried. 

She reached the side of the barn, which was built of stone for three meters and then wood for another ten above that before reaching the steeply sloped roof. It was broad and roughly square, used over the last hundred plus years to house the necessary animals and equipment to operate the place as a working dairy farm. The farm had been sold some ten years before, but the new owners had little interest in agriculture.

Wolfgang soon joined Eva and they approached the door warily. It was a large sliding door on rusty rails. The windows were high on the walls, three of them, all broken with jagged shards of dirty glass jutting from the frames.

"Take a look?" Eva wondered, eying one of the windows two meters above her head and Wolfgang frowned. "Didn't think so. Hi-low, I'll go right, you go left, yeah?"

"Okay," Wolfgang nodded. 

The door was unlatched and one good shove would slide it open far enough for the two of them to enter, or so he hoped. This wasn't the scenario they'd wanted, chasing down Veronique in an unfamiliar building, but that was precisely why she was in there and they had little choice in the matter. The woman was their objective and orders were orders.

"On three…" Wolfgang breathed. "One…Two…Go!"

He shoved the door open to the left as Eva crouched low and stepped into the barn. She spun to the right, holding her pistol in her left fist, cupped in the palm of her right hand. She scanned the barn quickly, turning to her left as Wolfgang did the same thing, crouched now as well, but aiming and looking higher as turned to his right. It took them only a few seconds and then they were moving, Wolfgang to take a position against the side of a wooden stall to the left and Eva to the right, kneeling behind a stack of 50Kg feed bags, old and moldy and ripped open by mice.

Wolfgang gestured with his hands to indicate he would hold his position. The left half of the barn appeared to be a double row of stalls with a wide center berth and the loft above it. The right half was more open and Eva would search it while Wolfgang watched her back. She gave her brother a sardonic grin to show her dislike of the plan, but it was the best they could do. Veronique was probably among the stalls, where the cover was good and the geography much more to her advantage. Even the relatively open space was full of shadows and odd shaped implements, however, with tools hanging from the walls and rafters and scattered haphazard about the dusty floor. 

Eva frowned as she began to rise slowly, keeping her head low and her arms straight, following her eyes with the pistol and ready to pull the trigger in an instant if she spotted her prey. The hardest part was staying relaxed, to keep breathing normally and use the adrenaline that rushed through her blood. Eva's senses were heightened with the excitement and she moved with graceful silence from cover to cover. She paused frequently to the check her surroundings with her eyes and ears, even her sense of smell as Veronique invariable wore that damned perfume Wolfgang was so fond of. Eva had caught a hint of it beneath the must of the barn and she licked her lips in anticipation. Veronique wasn't in the stalls, she was…

"Shhhh…" the soft sound sent a chill down Eva's back as she spun quickly around and then looked up. Too late.

Phhht!…Phhht!

Two bright red splotches bloomed almost simultaneously on Eva's chest, the force of the blows knocking her off balance so that she stumbled a step backwards with a dull gasp. Veronique was above her, lying nearly invisible on a thick rafter and smiling as she pointed her Glock at Eva's astonished face.

Phhht!

A third whispered shot, barely audible, hit Veronique on her left side, just below the ribs with a spatter of yellow, and the unexpected impact nearly knocked the woman from her perch. She groaned and gripped the ancient timber tightly and scowled at Wolfgang as he walked towards her slowly, pointing his weapon at the exotic young woman with a small smile curling his lips.

"Are you alright?" he asked Eva and the girl nodded unhappily.

"Considering I'm dead," she replied. "I thought you were watching the stalls?"

"I was watching you," Wolfgang said, putting his pistol in his combat webbing and reaching for Veronique as she turned her body and lowered herself from the rafter.

"Nice shot," Veronique said sourly, letting herself go as Wolfgang held her under the arms and lowered her to stand on the floor. "How did you know I was there?"

"I knew you'd want to save me for last," Wolfgang told her, wiping the yellow paint off his fingers and onto his trousers. "You're too predictable sometimes."

"Keep thinking that," Veronique said with a small shake of her head, "and I might surprise you someday."

"But not this day," Wolfgang chuckled and that drew him a frown.

The three of them started walking out of the barn and back towards the house to watch the video and get their debriefing before running the exercise again. The combat training course was fun, but unfair in Eva's opinion. She much preferred the hand-to-hand fighting over the cowboy gun play that Wolfgang loved. But at least it was more interesting than the seemingly endless classes on fieldcraft. Dead drops, rumors, brush passes, cutouts, switchbacks, dustbins, the proper placement of surveillance equipment, and on and on. It was necessary perhaps, but they were assassins, not spies, and after six months of it they were both eager to get into the real world.

"You shot me in the tits," Eva complained. "I might have expected something else from you, Veronique."

She was looking down at her chest and despite the bright blue Glock 17T training pistols they were using, the paint pellets did sting. Unlike most security forces that practiced with them, they were not wearing any body padding or protection for the face and eyes.

"Eva…" Veronique offered the blonde a pouting smile. "You know I would never shoot you in the back."

"Hmph." Eva narrowed her eyes, watching as the dark haired woman put her hand on Wolfgang's shoulder and whispered something in his ear. "What did she say?"

"I said, I like your small targets," Veronique answered and Wolfgang rolled his eyes, knowing he had the rest of the day to listen to them going back and forth.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"We made a mistake," Eva said softly, walking through the mist with her arm around Wolfgang's waist.

"What do you mean?"

"The papers that man was carrying," she glanced behind her, but they were alone as they left the Charles Bridge, turning left to walk along the river embankment. "I'll show you."

They stopped beneath a streetlamp, the dull yellow light barely cutting ten meters through the thick fog. Eva reached inside her leather jacket and pulled out a neatly typed letter, hastily folded and wrinkled. The words were in Russian, stamped Most Secret top and bottom and bearing official looking seals which made Wolfgang frown.

"We weren't instructed to retrieve anything," Wolfgang said slowly.

"I know," Eva said with a shrug. "I was curious." 

"What does it say?" he asked, knowing it was pointless to argue.

"It's a list. Russian penetration of Germany by the SVR, the Foreign Intelligence Service," Eva told him. "It lists individuals by name, as well as their German code names and Russian code names. Dates of service, control officers…"

"Okay," Wolfgang nodded. "That's good then."

"You don't wonder why it was necessary to terminate the source?" Eva asked. "It seems like he would valuable if he was willing to pass information like this."

"Maybe," Wolfgang said. "Or maybe disclosure is a greater risk. We don't want the Russians to know the information was leaked."

"But see?" Eva smiled. "We're not supposed to have it, Wolfgang."

"But…" he narrowed his eyes. "Who's on the list?"

"Guess."

"Eva, don't play games," Wolfgang looked at the paper in his hands.

"This one." She pointed at a name. "Wilhelm Beck…His SVR codename is Witch and in Germany, he's known as…Mozart."

"Mozart?" Wolfgang stared at his sister.

"He's been working for the Russians," Eva said. "Since before the Wall came down. He was a KGB mole inside the Stasi, or so it would seem according to these dates."

"That's not possible." Wolfgang shook his head. "I don't believe that."

"Papa didn't know," Eva told him, reading her brother's thoughts. They both knew anyone was capable of anything, but their father had vouched for the man. Edwin Brandt had put his children into Mozart's care.

"What if he did know?" Wolfgang looked at Eva and his trust was too fragile, the boy's heart too easily bruised by any hint of weakness in his father.

"That is what we won't believe," Eva told him forcefully. She stuffed the paper back into her purse, zipping it inside a pocket, and took Wolfgang by the arm, pulling him with her as she continued their walk.

"My God," Wolfgang breathed. "Who have we been working for?"

"How many people have we killed for Russia?" Eva asked him rhetorically. She looked towards the Vltava River moving swift and deep beneath its gloomy shroud. "At least one, Wolfgang, but the next will be for Germany."

"Yes," Wolfgang agreed softly.

The walked for nearly a kilometer before turning away from the river and towards the city center. They had a room at the Prague Hilton under their cover names Juergen and Ilse Eckhardt. Neither of them spoke as they considered how they'd been betrayed once more. Every turn their lives had taken, it seemed, ended with lies and deceit. Except for each other. The only good they'd been able to find in the world was in the love they shared, and even that was unfairly tainted by their incestuous blood. 

"What do you think will happen?" Eva asked.

"If we make it look like an accident…natural causes," Wolfgang answered slowly, "the Chancellor will either shut us down or find a replacement for him."

"And if the cause is less than natural?"

"There will be no place in the world we can hide," Wolfgang said. "Even if we could prove we're right, the Russians won't forget. Someone, somewhere, will kill us."

"An accident," Eva sighed.

"Any ideas?"

"Potassium hydrochloride," Eva suggested. "Ten milligrams into his heart."

"They'll perform an autopsy."

"They won't find it," Eva said, looking at him. "He'll be dead before it gets into his liver."

"The needle will leave a bruise." Wolfgang shook his head. 

"Okay." Eva shrugged. "What do you like?"

"Suffocation," Wolfgang decided after half a minute's thought. "A pillow to the face."

"He's very old," Eva said with an agreeable nod.

"It's simple and effective," Wolfgang said. "All you have to do is get him alone."

"Me?"

"In bed." Wolfgang looked at her. "He sleeps with Veronique; do you think he would turn you down?"

"He's never showed any interest in me," Eva said with a frown. 

"Because of our father," Wolfgang thought aloud. "Change his mind."

"How?" Eva wondered. "You want me to seduce him?"

"You mean you won't?" Wolfgang asked her and when she didn't reply, "Tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow night," Eva sighed. "What will you be doing? As if I can't guess."

"Someone has to keep Veronique in her own bed," Wolfgang said with a smile. 

"She'll be suspicious," Eva said. "She knows I hate it when you fuck her."

"Not if we argue," Wolfgang said. "When we get back to the house, you'll make a scene…"

"Always me," Eva snorted.

"…not too much, just kick me out of the bedroom for one night," Wolfgang continued. "I'll go to Veronique for comfort, you have dinner with Mozart. A little wine. A little…Wear something nice, eh? And take the old man to his bed."

"That sounds suspicious," Eva shook her head. "I fuck him one time and he dies? I know I'm good, Wolfgang, but…"

"That's why it'll work," Wolfgang told her. "It is suspicious. Nobody will believe you would be so stupid."

"I have to be stupid now?" Eva blinked at him. "What about suicide?"

"You just don't want to sleep with him."

"Would you?" Eva rolled her eyes. "Listen to me. We shoot him in the head. We put the SVR list under his hand. Case closed."

"And when they find no residue on his fingers?" Wolfgang asked.

"I can fix that," Eva said. "All I need is three minutes after the gunshot. Two maybe."

"You won't have thirty seconds," Wolfgang said. "It'll be hard enough just getting out of the room."

"If I have two minutes, I can fix it," Eva promised. "I can even lock the deadbolt."

"In the study? How?" Wolfgang wondered, but Eva ignored his question.

"So we need a pistol with a suppressor."

"A man shooting himself in the head doesn't worry about making noise," Wolfgang told her.

"Or a diversion." Eva smiled at her brother.

"You're making it too complicated," Wolfgang said. "Simple is always better."

"I don't want to fuck a dead man," Eva told him. "I'll have to sleep with a corpse all night. I hate the bad dreams."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

The fog had thinned to nothing by the time they reached the hotel. The lounge at the Prague Hilton was a busy place, very popular in the way a lot of hotel bars aren't. Wolfgang thought it was because the Czechs seemed to have zeal for anything Western, especially Americans, and there were a lot of them around these days. The Hilton was certainly full of Americans; brash, loud, and annoying the way only spoiled children can be. It was welcome, however. The overdone atmosphere couldn't help but spoil the somber mood Wolfgang and Eva had been sharing during their walk and Eva in particular was eager to shrug it off, if only for one night.

"Over there," Eva said, pointing towards a booth that was unoccupied and Wolfgang just nodded.

She had to raise her voice to be heard over the music. There was no band, but a DJ was working for a small dance crowd. Most of the women were extremely young and blonde, either naturally or otherwise, and making the most of their exposure to the wealthy foreigners who were staying at the hotel. Few of them would be professional escorts or prostitutes, but merely attractive opportunists looking for easy money, a little fun, and maybe a ticket to someplace better. It was the same in a lot of former Eastern Bloc countries, although not quite the circus it had been a few years before.

"You fit right in!" Wolfgang told Eva with a laugh after they were seated. He was taking off his overcoat, putting it on the curved vinyl seat of the booth and loosening his tie.

"Yeah!" She laughed as well and it was clear that she wanted to stop thinking about work and lose herself for a little while. "Let's dance!"

"You want to? Alright," Wolfgang agreed with a nod and he looked pointedly at her purse. "What about your purse?"

"Maybe somebody will steal it," Eva told him carelessly, leaving it sitting on the small table as she stood up. 

Wolfgang hesitated just long enough that Eva grabbed his hand impatiently and tugged the man to his feet. Would it be so terrible if that scrap of paper was lost forever? Probably, he decided. It would add to their worries certainly, but to lose the burden from their shoulders…He wished Eva had left the Russian's satchel alone, as they'd been instructed.

"Let Fate worry about it!" Eva grinned and pulled Wolfgang away from the table and to the dance floor where they were immediately swept into a small sea of churning bodies. 

Eva smiled happily as they moved close together beneath flashing lights and a pounding bass rhythm. She did fit in, with her red leather miniskirt and matching jacket unzipped completely; the silk t-shirt she wore beneath was white and clinging to her boyish chest, becoming transparent with sweat so that Eva's long, dark nipples were obvious. Her platinum hair was fashionably cut, falling to her shoulders until it whipped this way and that as the girl would jerk her head around.

Wolfgang thought she was incredibly sexy and so did a lot of other people, some of the middle-aged men who were trying to keep up with their teenage girlfriends. Eva was tall, about 5'11" as an American would measure her, and with her heels she was even taller than that. Her normally stern features had softened into something more childlike, with her eyes shining and cheeks flushed pink, and for the moment Eva was beautiful. She made Wolfgang's cock swell as his heart gained momentum with the energy of the crowd and the music. He touched her every chance he had, while Eva seemed to tease him with light fingers across his shoulders and chest and crotch, pressing her body against his and then pulling away with a giggle.

"Ha!" She grinned when Eva realized how urgent her brother's arousal was and she stepped close with her hand between them. They'd been dancing for thirty minutes at least and they were both hot and flushed, damp with sweat and smiling. The music was still fast, but Wolfgang took her in his arms, holding the girl by the hips as she massaged his cock through his trousers.

"I want to fuck right here," she breathed into his ear, tugging at Wolfgang's belt and pushing her hand down the inside of his trousers.

"Eva!" Wolfgang gasped and then laughed, reaching for her ass through the buttery leather of her skirt and taking her in his hands.

"Mmmphhh…" Eva moaned into his mouth, wrapping her fist around Wolfgang's cock awkwardly. They'd stopped moving completely, except for their obvious groping, and some girl said something to them in broken English about getting a room. That seemed funny enough to break their kiss and Wolfgang smiled sheepishly while Eva held her cobalt eyes steadily on her brother's face.

"Do you want to get a room?" Wolfgang asked with a chuckled, shifting his hips as Eva pulled her hand free of his pants.

"We have a room," she replied loudly. "I want a drink first. And more dancing too. We have all night, yeah?"

"Yeah," Wolfgang agreed, taking her by the hand.

"Hey, come on!" a man said in American accented English, waving his hand. "I hope you don't mind."

He was sitting at their booth and both Eva and Wolfgang immediately looked at her purse, but it seemed to be exactly as she'd left it. Now it was surrounded by drinks, however, a couple martinis and a bottle of imported Michelob that the man was drinking without bothering with a glass. He was big, as Americans always seem to be, wearing an expensive suit and a big Rolex. Perhaps forty years old and handsome with a strong, clean face and a friendly smile. His blue eyes twinkled. That was the word that came to mind, even for Wolfgang. They twinkled with amusement, or mischief perhaps. Something.

"Have a seat, Hans! I won't bite," the man said with a laugh and a jerk of his head. "You must Gretel…" 

"Who are you?" Wolfgang asked in English, sitting in the booth to the man's left.

The stranger ignored the question as he turned his eyes on Eva, looking her up and down with evident pleasure. "Jesus. Gretel grew up, didn't she?" he said with a grin. "You're right, Hans…"

"Me? Right about what?" Wolfgang frowned, glancing at Eva as she sat on the other side of the American, putting the man between them.

"If she was my sister?" He looked at Eva, smiling into her cold, piercing eyes. "I'd do her too."

"You want to do me?" Eva asked softly, leaning close so her thick German accent could be heard above the music. "I like a big, strong American man…"

She pressed her hand against the man's chest while Wolfgang casually removed Eva's purse from the table.

"…Don't you have a name?" Eva asked with a smile.

"I'm Paul," the man said with a deep breath. He seemed amused as he watched Eva's crimson lips and her pink tongue moving lightly between them while her hand moved across his chest, under his suit coat and down slowly.

While she was distracting him, Wolfgang opened Eva's purse in his lap, hidden from view by the table and shadows. He threaded the suppressor onto the pistol quickly, giving it a sharp twist and then cocking the P5's hammer with his thumb.

"That's a good name," she decided, moving her fingers around his waist and down to his crotch. "A strong name for a strong man, ja?"

"Ohhh…Careful Princess, that's loaded," Paul chuckled when her hand found his swollen penis and she gave it a playful squeeze.

"So is this, my friend," Wolfgang said softly, pressing the muzzle of Eva's Walther against Paul's ribs. 

"Charming." Paul made a small face as Eva pulled away from him.

"He's clean," Eva said in German and then shrugged. "From the waist up anyway."

"And I thought you liked me, Princess," Paul said. "You remind of my wife…" he glanced at his watch and then narrowed his eyes. "You didn't take my wallet, did you?"

"Enough games," Wolfgang said. "Who are you? Who do you work for?"

"Have a drink," Paul said with a smile, reaching for his beer. "I thought all you German's were alcoholics?"

"Cia? NSA? Interpol…" Wolfgang asked.

"How did you know he's my brother?" Eva wondered, watching as the man took a swallow of his beer.

"Who do you work for?" Wolfgang repeated, emphasizing his question with a sharp jab of the gun.

"Hey!" Paul frowned briefly and then shrugged, letting his natural good humor reemerge. "I'm between jobs at the moment, but I never forget a client. I know an opportunity when I see one too, and you two are golden."

"What do you mean?" Eva was confused by the expression and she glanced at Wolfgang.

"I mean…" Paul reached for one of the martinis, handing it to Eva. "Let's have a drink."

Eva blinked at the martini in her hand and then stared as Paul picked up the other glass, offering it to Wolfgang. 

"Come on, don't be a jerk," Paul said with a chuckle. "I'm on my second honeymoon here. Let's celebrate."

Wolfgang looked at his drink, which had been waiting for them with the stranger, and he didn't know what to think. Why would the Americans know anything about him and Eva? Had they been following the Russian, or was their interest in Mozart? The man was an intelligence officer, that much seemed clear, and knowing that Eva was his sister was proof that something was very wrong. Outside the organization they worked for, nobody knew the two were related by anything but their legal marriage.

"Here…" Paul gave Wolfgang a sardonic smile and took his martini away, sipping from it slowly before giving it back. "See? Perfectly safe. You guys are gonna need more than one though…"

The American raised his hand and despite all logic, a smiling young waitress in the Hilton's green and gold livery appeared almost instantly to take the man's order. Paul was completely oblivious to the pistol and even more so to the questions Wolfgang and Eva tried to ask. It made little sense to either of them and after a few minutes Wolfgang felt almost foolish holding a gun on the man. He pressed the slide release, which safely decocked the pistol with the slide already forward, and put the weapon away with a shrug. Eva just laughed and shook her head. Their extensive training in fieldcraft hadn't prepared them for a situation like this.

"Noooo…God in heaven!" Eva laughed, falling into the booth with Paul right behind her. "Did you see him? He's mad!" she said to Wolfgang in German and then switched to English as she grinned at Paul. "You're a mad man, Paul. Do you know that?"

"I like to dance!" He laughed, reaching for her neck and Eva didn't object when Paul pulled her to his open mouthed kiss.

"Enough! I ordered more drinks," Wolfgang said and as soon as their kiss was ended, he was pressing his lips to Eva's to kiss her as well.

It was an hour later, or maybe two, Wolfgang wasn't entirely sure. Likewise he didn't understand how this reckless American had somehow, suddenly become their best friend. Too much to drink, probably. That first martini had gone down easily and much too quickly, the second as well, and after that…more drinks. And then dancing as Eva loosened up, which was a rare treat for the both of them. She'd danced with Paul and then Wolfgang, and now Paul again. The woman's pale complexion was flushed pink and she looked five years younger suddenly, as if she'd just left the university before everything in her life had fallen apart.

"…and I told her, Rapunzel baby? You gotta let down your hair, you know? Relax a little," Paul was saying, speaking too quickly for Eva to keep up and Wolfgang was translating some of it while they laughed at the man's story. 

"She's like the storybook, ja?" Eva asked, leaning into the American as she tried to suck an olive out of her glass, playing her tongue in the vodka with a giggle.

"Exactly," Paul said with an eager nod. "Oh! She was fiery redhead too. Stubborn as a mule."

"Like Eva!" Wolfgang laughed. 

"Eva!" Paul waved at the man. "No. She's Snow White without the midgets…Look at her…"

"What?" Eva lifted her glazed eyes from her drink and smiled at the two men from beneath her platinum hair.

"Snow white all over and pink inside." Paul grinned at the girl and put his fingers in her drink, picking out her olive. "Open up, Princess. Stick out your tongue for me…"

Eva laughed, opening her mouth and letting Paul not merely put the olive on her tongue, but push it inside. She closed her lips around his fingers, sucking two of them while she watched his face. Her nipples burned, like the fire in her belly and lower than that, down between her legs. The man wasn't uncommonly handsome. He wasn't fit and graceful like Wolfgang. He was loud and uncouth, and even pushy, but somehow he'd lit her up inside. Eva was flirting with him shamelessly and Wolfgang was enjoying it, teasing her with his eyes and his hands. He wanted her to play with this Paul character, as much as she did, and it was amazingly fun.

"She is Snow White," Wolfgang agreed happily, nodding his head and looking at Eva. "She was dead once, did you know that?"

"And you woke me up," Eva giggled at her brother as Paul pulled his fingers from her lips, "with a kiss!"

She leaned into her brother to take his tongue into her mouth and Eva felt Paul against her back. He was kissing her too, nibbling at the nape of her neck and reaching around to press his hand against her small breasts. Eva moaned with the pleasure of being caught between the two men, trapped in that small booth. She put her hand on Wolfgang's crotch, feeling him hard for her. Wolfgang's hand was on her right leg, sliding inside and up beneath her short skirt. She was wet, the tops of her thighs sticky with the juices that seemed to be pouring out of her. She'd never experienced a night like this. Her body throbbed with desire and she pulled away with a gasp.

"Take me upstairs," she said in German, blinking into Wolfgang's soft brown eyes. "Both of you…" she switched to English and turned her head. "You want me, ja?"

Paul just grinned at the girl and waved at the waitress who had been hovering around them all night long it seemed. 

"Get the check, Tinkerbell?" he asked her with a smile and the pretty brunette gave him a little pout as she turned for the bar. Her pleated green skirt moved left and right with her hips and both Paul and Wolfgang admired the girl's tight little ass until Eva demanded more attention with her hands on each of their cocks, giving the men a hard and less than playful squeeze.

By silent and eager agreement the two men undressed Eva first, spoiling the girl with their laughing attentions while she fell onto the bed giggling. Wolfgang removed her shoes while Paul tugged Eva's t-shirt over her head, exposing her flat chest and long, thick nipples to the cool air. She gasped happily when the man bent his mouth to her left tight, pulled taut as she stretched her lithe body beneath him. Paul played with her other tit, pinching the girl's nipple and twisting it gently while he bit the other.

Wolfgang pulled Eva's skirt down her long legs, leaving her in only her black lace panties and those only briefly. He tugged them down her hips and out from under his sister's ass while she moaned with the pleasure of Paul's earnest kisses. Wolfgang chuckled when he saw Eva's sex. She was ripe with arousal, her clit standing stiffly from the top of her slit like sweet, pink prong nearly two centimeters long. Beneath it, she was swollen and dark, Eva's labia engorged with blood and wet with excitement. The soft hollows of her thighs glistened and the sharp tang of her sex filled the air.

"Huhhhh…" Eva arched her back as she felt Wolfgang's mouth on her pussy. 

His tongue slipped between the folds of her sex, splitting her tender lips to find the bright interior, delicate and coated with her juices. His tongue curling upward, digging a quick furrow to find her aching clitoris and he closed his lips around it, pinching the nub of swollen flesh and teasing it with his tongue. Eva closed her legs against his face for a moment, pressing her smooth thighs to the man's thinly bearded cheeks as she reacted to the sudden jolt of pleasure the sensation had given her. The American was still eating her tits, moving his hungry mouth from one nipple to the other, trading places with hands, back and forth and driving her crazy with desire.

Eva felt helpless and giddy, almost drunk and perhaps she was, but it was an intoxication much different from any other she'd previously experienced. Her hands moved of their own accord, they had to because her mind was far too distracted by Wolfgang's mouth as he enveloped her vulva nearly completely, covering her sex and working his tongue inside her pussy with a deep, searching kiss. And Paul's teeth in her flesh was a beautiful torture. He chewed her nipples until they felt numb and were no longer specific points of pleasure, but an all-consuming joy that left her breathless and desperate for more.

"Here, Princess…Turn around, like this…" Paul had somehow removed his clothes and Eva blinked and giggled as she was turned onto her side to face his swollen penis.

The American lay against the pillows, sitting up and smiling down at Eva as she took his cock in her hands. He was large, as long as Wolfgang and somewhat thicker. The man's cock was warm and heavy and she felt it moving beneath her fingers with a life all its own. Precum leaked from the circumcised head and she kissed it, wetting her lips and then extending her tongue to lick around the smooth glans.

Wolfgang undressed while he watched her and Paul smiled at the man, plainly admiring the German's well-muscled body. He was compact, a full four centimeters shorter than his sister, but lean and graceful in his movement. Wolfgang's cock stood out proudly from his body with a slight upward bend and he stroked himself as he stood near the bed, watching his sister, the woman he was married to, open her mouth to slowly engulf another man's rigid cock.

Eva lifted her flushed face after a moment, looking up at Paul and then at Wolfgang. "Come here," she whispered. "With me…Here…"

She pulled Wolfgang close as he joined them on the large bed and they kissed deeply for several minute's while Eva stroked Paul's cock. The girl was moving as well, bringing her brother with her while she sucked his tongue and tickled it with her own. Wolfgang's eyes were closed as he enjoyed the familiar sensation of exploring Eva's willing mouth. His hand was on her shoulder and then her back as he found himself lying on his side facing her, the two of them laying side by side with Paul's extended legs between them.

Only when he felt the warmth of another man's erection on his cheek did Wolfgang open his eyes. Eva held his head with her fingers in his hair, keeping him close as she brought Paul's thick penis between their kiss. She was smiling and florid with the intensity of this new experience. Eva brought Wolfgang's parted mouth to the head of Paul's cock and they kissed around it. The brother and sister wrestled their tongues over and around Paul's wet cockhead and then down the shaft slowly, staring at each other while the American reached down to hold them. Paul's left hand was in Eva's hair, his right embraced Wolfgang, and the man sighed with pleasure as they let him move their mouths up and down his swollen prick.

"I want to see you suck him," Eva breathed, urging Wolfgang with her voice while Paul coaxed the man with his hand to suck the cock before him. 

"Mmppph…" Wolfgang groaned as he did what his sister asked, watching her bright blue eyes shine with pleasure as Paul's cockhead slipped into the German's inexperienced mouth.

"Oh! Prince fucking Charming…" Paul moaned, stroking Wolfgang's thick brown hair as the man slowly engulfed his cock.

Wolfgang could barely believe what he was doing; it was something he'd never considered before in his life. Paul's cock seemed huge and he could barely take half of it into his mouth before it hit the back of his throat and he had to pull back. His mouth was stretched wide, his lips tight around the shaft, and Wolfgang moved his tongue, tentatively at first, but then more eagerly as he found nothing objectionable. His own cock was hard as steel and Wolfgang stroked himself slowly while he slid his mouth up and down the firm, wet shaft.

Eva lowered her mouth to Paul's scrotum, licking and kissing the man's large balls while she kept her eyes on Wolfgang. She'd never imagined her brother would do such a thing, but for whatever reason the idea had suddenly filled her with excitement. It was the sharing perhaps, being with her brother and enjoying with him something that had always been hers alone. Sucking a man's hard penis, worshipping a swollen cock with her mouth and hands, it was a genuine pleasure that Eva truly enjoyed and now her brother would experience it as well. He would understand her better and they'd become even closer this way. 

But those thoughts were barely discernable and more intuitive than conscious as her mind was focused on the taste of Paul's soft skin, the shape and texture of his balls when she would draw one into her mouth and bathe it with her tongue. The smell of him, rich and salty with sweat, the faint flavor of his urine perhaps. He smelled and tasted like a man, and it was perfect and natural for a woman to embrace the assault on her senses. She washed his balls lovingly before licking her way to her brother's lips, kissing his cheeks while Wolfgang performed his first fellatio.

Wolfgang released Paul's cock almost reluctantly, feeling his lips bruised and his tongue swollen. He swallowed spit and precum and wiped around his mouth while he watched as Eva straddled the man. When she asked Wolfgang to put Paul inside her, he didn't hesitate. Wolfgang took Paul's heavy cock in his fist and rubbed the head across Eva's dripping sex. A small flood of female lubrication spilled out of her as the glans split Eva's labia. Wolfgang squeezed Paul's cock gently as his sister lowered herself onto it with a series of happy groans and tiny gasps.

Paul's cock felt huge inside Eva's tight pussy. She'd been on the verge of cumming all night long it seemed, the walls of her sex contracting around the emptiness inside her with spasms born of frustration. But now she was being filled and Eva groaned loudly, pressing her hands to the wall above the bed as her cunt surrendered to the delightful penetration. He was so thick, so beautifully large, she thought. Paul's cock spread her pussy lips wide and the mouth of her cunt seemed to clamp down around the man, suckling his organ and drawing him deeper.

"Ummm…Are you okay, Princess?" Paul asked her with a smile, feeling every inch of his cock buried in the girl's small sex. For all of her height, Eva wasn't very big around. Her thin body seemed entirely too small for the large penis buried balls deep inside her. 

"Ja! Just…Wait…" Eva breathed, unable to move as the bottom of her pussy, her tender cervix, seemed bent around the smooth head of the man's large prick. 

She could feel him there, like a dull, wonderful cramp and the slightest movement was going to push her over the edge of her orgasm. Eva was trying to prolong the moment, the insane pleasure of fighting the climax that had been building over several hours. It was going to be good and the anticipation was a terrible, joyous tease. Without warning, Paul's hands on her narrow, boyish hips tightened and he pulled at the girl, rocking his pelvis and nudging his cock a fraction deeper than she could handle.

"Ahhhh!" Eva gasped as a flood of pure ecstasy stole her senses. 

She fell forward, onto Paul's chest as her body shook with the intensity of her orgasm. He was fucking Eva now, using his hands and arms, holding the girl and lifting her a few inches so that he could thrust himself inside once again, over and over. His cock was sliding across her clit, stretching her cunt, and his big fingers were digging into her flesh. She could feel her nipples burning against his chest. Eva was so sensitive to it that she imagined her nipples were sliding across sandpaper. It was all too much to take and yet, somehow, she was taking it, and more.

Wolfgang was behind her and she'd forgotten him completely, but the sensation of his tongue licking at her asshole gave her orgasm another boost. He was pulling her ass cheeks apart and lapping cross her tight anus, kissing her most private place while just beneath that, Eva's pussy was spread wide to swallow Paul's throbbing manhood. She felt like a rag doll, being tossed about by excited children. Paul's mouth had found her tits again as Eva pushed herself up weakly. His hands had been replaced by Wolfgang's who was holding her asshole exposed for his kisses. Paul's fingers were on her back and shoulders, in her hair and playing with her mouth. He pushed his thumb into Eva's mouth and she sucked it like a cock, her blue eyes burning with passionate fury.

"Oohmmpph!" Eva suddenly stiffened as she felt her brother mounting her from behind. 

She thought he was going to take her in the ass, but no! Paul had pulled her forward, or maybe Wolfgang had pushed her, it was hard for the woman to tell. Either way, the American's cock was barely lodged in her cum soaked sex and now Wolfgang's incestuous prick was joining it. She could feel her cunt being stretched as Wolfgang grunted loudly behind her, not thrusting but just pushing with a constant, steady pressure.

Eva wanted to tell them no, that she was too small, but Paul's thumb was in her mouth and he was keeping it there, gagging the girl's protests while her brother invaded her overfull cunt. Paul's cock was thick and Wolfgang's not so much smaller. She couldn't take both of them in her pussy! Not at the same time, but that was precisely what was happening. Her cunt was stretching, not painfully, Eva's body was much too relaxed and her feverish mind too excited from her recent orgasms for that, but the double penetration was decidedly noticeable. Her muscles protested as they strained to keep Wolfgang out. Eva tried to tell them to do it a different way. She could fuck Wolfgang with her ass, or suck his cock with her hungry mouth. She could take them both at once as often as they liked, but in different holes.

"Ohhh Eva…" Wolfgang breathed and after what seemed an eternity to the girl he was inside her. Both of them, two men inside Eva's smallish cunt and now they were fucking her. 

She was sandwiched tightly between their bodies, feeling those two long cocks sawing in and out of her pussy with a slow, deliberate rhythm. She groaned long and loud as another orgasm suddenly ripped through the woman. Eva collapsed completely and Wolfgang pushed harder, stabbing his cock deeper as the angle changed slightly. It was much different for him, the feeling of another man's hard cock pressed tightly against his own, moving at a similar, but different pace. 

They were both fucking his sister, holding Eva and stroking their pricks in and out of her quivering cunt. She was cumming hard, shivering and jerking between them. Her sex was almost unbearably tight, the friction between Wolfgang and Paul made pleasurable by the greasy discharge of Eva's hot cum. It wouldn't be long now before he spilled his own load, and Paul as well. T he American was breathing hard and lifting his hips to drive his penis as far into the girl as he could. Wolfgang could feel every movement the other man made and the only question seemed to be, which of them would cum first?

"Gaaghhh God…Fuck…Oh God…" Eva was panting as her orgasms came one after another. There was no end to them it seemed and all she could do was let the men have her completely.

Two cocks inside her was incredible. It felt like nothing else in the world. Eva was suddenly more full than with any other single man she'd been with. Her cunt seemed somehow larger, as if the raw pleasure between her thighs somehow diminished everything else. The pressure in her sex was a hot, throbbing sensation that engulfed the two cocks with which she was hopelessly stuffed. Her cum squished out around them, she could even feel that, the distinctive sensation of her copious juices being forced out of her pussy to make room for Wolfgang and Paul as they thrust inside her hard and fast. She could take it now, her pussy had given in to them completely, surrendered with a joyous whimper and now they were driving themselves inside Eva with short, rapid strokes in an effort to deliver their urgent semen to her burning womb.

And then they were cumming. Which of the two men was first, she would never know or care. As soon as one of them began to ejaculate, the sensation brought the other man off as well. They were both struggling to impale themselves as deeply inside Eva as they could. Wolfgang was above her, half-squatting, half-kneeling, arching his back as he drove forward with his hips. His cock was there, right up against his sister's cervix, and beneath him was Paul. The American's thick penis was a fraction of a centimeter deeper, his swollen cockhead nestled against the soft bottleneck leading to Eva's womb. She screamed out with ecstasy to feel the heavy jets of their combined orgasm mixing and shooting into the depths of her cunt.

All three of them came together, in one tight, hot place and all at once. It was almost magical and Eva was shaking like a leaf, barely able to contain the energy that filled her. She'd had the best cum of her entire life, being bathed in the passionate release of two men at once. She was full of cock and sperm and her pussy was wrapped so tightly around them, she wondered if she would be able to walk the next morning. She'd be sore, Eva thought. She'd be feeling it then, in the morning when she woke up empty, but well and truly fucked. That would be okay, she decided. She'd live with the discomfort, the lingering tenderness, so long as she'd never forget how perfect the moment had felt when Wolfgang and Paul had cum together inside her.

"Want to try something different?" Paul asked suddenly out of the blue and Eva laughed at him, Wolfgang as well. 

All three of them were more or less curled up on the bed, exhausted after several hours of sex, most of it involving Eva being in the middle between two large, firm cocks. Wolfgang had surprised his sister by going down on her pussy, lapping at the cum which filled her so completely that the slightest movement on Eva's part spilled the heady mixture out of her. He'd made her feel good and loved and ready for Paul's cock once more after she'd sucked him to throbbing erection. Eva had taken them both, this time in a more mundane, but definitely pleasurable way. With Paul fucking her pussy and Wolfgang fucking his sister's mouth. And now they were resting and smiling and doing nothing at all, until Paul had spoken.

"I think we've tried many different things already," Wolfgang said, smiling at Eva and she nodded.

"What is left?" she wondered, looking up at Paul and then giggling. "Do not suggest the two of you in my butt!"

"Noooo…Here…" Paul groaned and grunted, reaching past Eva for the nightstand.

"You want to watch television," she rolled her eyes and Paul grinned at the sticky girl. They were all sticky and the room stank of their sex, the air tasted of cum and Eva was reaching for Paul's cock, thinking she could find something better than television to put them to sleep.

"No, no…Look over there, what do you see?" Paul asked her, dipping his head towards the foot of the bed.

"Uh…The television?" Eva offered slowly, smiling as if waiting for the punch line.

"The Magic Mirror," Paul corrected her. "Now, since you're Prince Charming, take this…" he handed the remote for the TV to Wolfgang who shook his head with a grin, "…and you, Snow White, I want you to say, mirror, mirror on the wall…Come on, you know how it goes…"

"No!" Eva laughed. "What is this?"

"Mirror, Mirror…" Paul said with a laugh, coaxing the girl to say the words with a roll of his hand. "You gotta say it or it won't work."

"What do I do?" Wolfgang wondered.

"Huh?" Paul grinned at the man. "You just…turn it on! If she ever asks the question…Okay? You guys ready? Stop laughing. This is serious."

"Ja! Serious!" Eva giggled, rubbing her thumb over the crown of Paul's stiffening cock.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest…" Paul recited softly.

"…on the wall," Eva recited along with the man, making faces at Wolfgang, "who's the fairest of them all?"

"Cindy!" a man in a tuxedo said in English as the television came to life. He was extending his arm to welcome the most beautiful woman Eva had ever seen in her life. "Great show tonight, Cindy. How do you like working with Victoria's Secret for the first time?"

"It's great," the woman gushed happily into the camera. "The whole experience has been amazing. I was so scared!" She giggled and rolled her eyes. "But, everyone has been so nice, just fantastic and the outfits are so incredible!"

"Where are you off to next, Cindy?" the reporter asked.

"Do you know where you have to go?" Paul asked Eva gently, his voice taking on a serious quality she'd never heard before.

"Berlin!" Cindy said excitedly, staring into the camera. Staring into Eva's eyes.

"Berlin," Eva said slowly. 

Her blue eyes were suddenly wide and the girl was no longer smiling or moving her fist along Paul's now swollen penis. Eva was transfixed by the television, by the woman on the screen in front of them, and she didn't understand why this was suddenly so important to her, but it was. She glanced at Wolfgang and he was biting his lip, the man's eyes narrowed as if trying to memorize everything about the woman. He feels it too, Eva realized and she turned back to the television with a potent mix of confused excitement burning in her gut.

"We're going to be in Berlin next week and I'm looking forward to doing the Prada show there and seeing the city and…" Cindy shrugged beautifully with a perfect, self-conscious smile that made Eva's heart stutter. "I'm just really excited about going. I can't wait!"

"She's excited," Paul grinned, looking back and forth between Eva and Wolfgang. "That's my girl."

 

Chapter Fifteen