Lisa obsessed about her handsome young lover, all night, praying that Paul had forgiven her indiscretions or might have thought twice about bringing his brother over. ‘God! What have I said?’ She thought, over and over, as her mind replayed her confessions to her youthful, slow?witted lover. Her mind was scrambled with guilt as she arose.
“I didn’t tell him anything about Daddy, thank the Lord.” Lisa whispered aloud. “Maybe it’ll be alright?”
Nervously she stepped into the shower, more convinced than ever that she’d made a huge mistake in being so honest about her other lover’s little eccentricities. What if Tim was smarter than Paul? The pair of them might decide to blackmail John and Hank, her father’s most loyal and trusted associates. ‘God! I can’t afford to let that happen!’ She agonised. ‘Daddy would kill me, if he ever found out.’
Before dressing Lisa looked into the mirror, fearing the effects of a broken night’s sleep. Her plan was to look as good as she could when her visitors arrived, hoping to convince Paul’s brother that she was a decent lady, who truly loved Paul, hoping he would see that it was all a dreadful mistake. Choosing a sophisticated dress that disguised her weight, she put on her fanciest underwear before putting her hair up. Lisa eased her legs into a new pair of self supporting stockings and then picked a pair of high?heeled shoes that made her legs appear longer. It took Lisa over an hour to get fully prepared. She hadn’t taken this much trouble over her appearance for years. Lisa checked in the mirror, admiring the more slender image she presented, before she wobbled her way out to the lounge. One of John’s gifts, an ornate chiming clock, revealed that she had fifteen minutes to wait. Lisa’s nerves almost reached breaking point, remembering that it was John’s turn to come over that night. ‘I hope I can sort this out by then.’
She treated herself to a tall glass of Jack Daniels whiskey with lots of lemonade, not wanting to taint her breath with alcohol.
“Like Daddy.” She cooed out loud, thinking about his long time love affair with booze. He never came to see her anymore, preferring to get plastered with his drinking buddies rather than chance another embarrassment when his erection failed yet again. Impotent from years of substance abuse, Lisa was aware of his real problem, at long last.
She sipped her drink daintily, watching the clock, straining her ears for her lover’s expected arrival. Every sound increased anticipation.
At eleven, much to her disappointment, nothing happened. She had time for another whiskey, to calm her shattered nerves.
It was ten minutes to twelve when she heard car doors slam shut and loud voices outside. Lisa ran downstairs, eagerly unlocking the door for them, even before the doorbell actually rang, greeting her young lover graciously with a welcoming smile. Paul and his younger brother stared at her dress, looking slightly disappointed she thought. They walked straight past her and mounted the stairs without saying a word to her. ‘Tim’s so young.’ She thought. ‘Barely out of high school.’
She locked the door, following the two young men upstairs regardless, feeling strangely excited and wondering what they thought of her well groomed presentation. Tim was a tall, well built young man who seemed to have little to say to her, directly. Paul introduced Tim to her.
“This is my brother Tim, Babe. Remember what I said yesterday?”
“Pleased to meet you, I’m sure.” Lisa held her down turned hand toward him, waiting for acknowledgement and putting it back down with an embarrassed smile when Tim didn’t respond, as expected. The young man sat on her couch and openly undressed her with his eyes, leering at her bodice intently. Tim hardly said a word and Paul made himself comfortable in her favourite chair, putting his dirty feet up on the only other chair, denying her a place to sit.
“Would you like a cold beer or something?” She asked awkwardly, smiling at Tim’s impassive face. “Maybe a whisky?”
“Got no use for that.” He stared at her tits, grinning. “Don’t drink, anyway.”
She stood there, uncomfortably, not knowing quite what to say. It was increasingly obvious that the younger brother hadn’t come there for a social chat. Paul lit up a smoke, passing one to Tim as well, before he sat down again. Both men seemed to be waiting for Lisa to make the first move. In the meanwhile they slouched around over her couch and chairs, smoking and dropping ash, all over her expensive carpet. They stared at her, as they messed up her lounge, silently daring Lisa to complain about their arrogant behaviour, ogling at her ample cleavage and making their intentions all too obvious. Lisa’s original plan was clearly a waste of time. She overheard a snide remark from Tim.
“She’s got tits, right enough Paul.” He leaned over, whispering in his ear just loud enough for Lisa to hear, snickering. “When’s she going to show them to us and let me fuck her, like you promised.” He turned back around toward her, grinning while he continued to stare.
Instead of speaking to her Tim made eye signals to Paul, as though he was getting bored. Lisa wondered how to go about this impasse. Surely they didn’t expect to visit a girl and make love to her one after the other, without some socializing first. Lisa fidgeted with a button on her dress, expecting Paul to make some suggestions on her behalf. The tense atmosphere was electric by then, pregnant with unfulfilled need on both sides.
“Wait up for a bit.” Paul signalled to his brother, getting out of his chair. He led her into the bedroom, grasping her hand, and sat down on the edge of the bed making her stand, right in front of him.
“This is it!” He urged softly. “ Let’s get that fancy gear off, right now!” He roared. “Tim wants to see what he’s getting, before he fucks you, just like Hank and John do.” he added softly with a scowl. Troubled by the latest development, Lisa decided to ask him outright.
“You want me totally naked for him?” She asked tentatively, her whole body starting to tremble for the first time. The reference to Hank and John convinced Lisa that she had to comply with his demands.
“I want to show Tim what an obedient slut you are, baby.”
“Why, darling? I agreed to let him fuck me.” She pleaded. “Why are you being so cruel about it?” Her voice trailed away.
He started ripping the buttons of her bodice open without any further word of encouragement. She raised her arms while he pulled her dress off, anxious not to damage the dress any further. His eyes gleamed as he undid her bra. Lisa clutched the unsupported pieces of cloth over her breasts, shaking nervously, her eyes pleading for compassion.
“That’ll about do it!” He grinned at her, raising the volume to call his brother. “Come on in, Tim.????See, I weren’t lying about her?”
Lisa’s shock was apparent when her frightened eyes looked toward the door and saw Tim relaxing against the door jamb, his lustful eyes roving over her body from top to toe. Paul grabbed her bra strap from behind tearing the flimsy garment from her grasp, ripping it as well.
“C’mon gal, we ain’t got all day.” He drawled, tossing her bra carelessly aside. “Get them frilly panties off and pose for Timmy by your Island gal, like you did the first time I saw you.” He snickered as he turned to Tim. “Wait till you see Lisa’s bald cunt, Timmy. This crazy old lawyer client of hers likes licking it, remember?”
Lisa’s heart sank as she realised that Paul had been bragging to Tim about his intimate knowledge of her body and spilling the beans about her private affairs as well.
