Sisters in Waiting
A Novelette
Copyright © 1999, Kellis
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Tissy’s even breathing indicated sleep, but
Cissy, once more going over in her mind the afternoon’s incredible session with
Uncle George, lay wide awake beside her.
She kept returning to her uncle’s expression at the moment of her
admitted intimacy with a middle-aged man.
“I thought you were such innocents!” he had exclaimed, eyes wide. But they had immediately narrowed. “All right.
But we’ll never find him now.”
“All right!”
Those were his words. They were
much less unfavorable to the idea than Ed had predicted. The more she thought of it, the more it
seemed that Ed should hear about it.
Wouldn’t he be thrilled, too?
No, not “Ed.” He’d told her himself to call him that, but he was such a wise
and knowing man that the monosyllable seemed contemptuous. To call him “Uncle Edward” seemed
inappropriate, too, for a lover, at least.
She could never imagine Uncle George’s penis between her legs -
presuming he had one! Still, the boys
called Edward uncle, a term of affection that acknowledged his guiding rôle
among them all. She nodded. “Uncle Edward” he would remain for her, too.
And he needed to know the present
circumstances. Stealthily she slipped
out of bed, paused a moment to listen to Tissy’s breath. For once Tissy would miss out! She crept across the floor to the closet,
whose door opened silently. What time
was it, about ten? Would anyone be in
Arleigh’s room? Best to check.
Up the stairs she stole. Sliding the riser aside revealed bright
lights in the eye holes. She pressed
against her usual pair. All four of the
men were present. Uncle Edward lounged
on the bed with Dick seated at the foot.
Corky and Arleigh sat in straight chairs pulled up close. Uncle Edward’s lips were moving.
Curiously she turned her ear to the hole and
discovered that she could hear the man distinctly, though he was speaking
quietly. Face turned away, she listened
intently, reasoning that she didn’t need to see them talk!
Arleigh had apparently interrupted. His voice demanded, “How did the old bastard
find out?”
“Detectives, I imagine,” Uncle Edward
responded.
Corky asked, “But why did he ask for
you? I thought you said Cissy picked me!”
“Let me finish. We knew he’d sic detectives on us soon as he read Dick’s
letter. Of course he came here for the
girls’ side of it. Millinger as good as
admitted it. The old man himself wrote
down this lawyer’s address. We can
deduce that the girls must have played along, else we would have never got this
little invitation.”
“Invitation!” cried Dick mockingly. “What about the verbal part?”
“You mean the part about Chapman picking the
judge? Don’t worry about it. That’s to let us see enough of his hand to
take him seriously.” Uncle Edward
chuckled wryly. “As if anyone needed
encouragement to take George Chapman seriously!”
Dick’s voice was doleful. “Then he knows about our legal problem.”
“Yeah.
No way we could keep that from him.
But it’ll be okay, especially with him on our side.”
“On our side? How do you get that?”
“He talked to the girls and they told him we
were the fathers of their babies.”
“They what? Good god! How do you
know?”
“Because of this invitation. What the girls said convinced him we’re not
so queer - at least, not exclusively.
Otherwise he would’ve laughed at Dick’s letter. We’re acceptable, gentlemen, despite a few
odd habits. Or maybe partly because of
them. He sees us as malleable. He has something to hold over our heads if
we should get out of line. Furthermore,
he needs us. We’ll give him his nieces
back - their social standing, at least.
He hopes we’re exactly what he suspects: gold diggers with the style to please his nieces - which is the
truth. We are.”
“Malleable?” Dick wondered. “What’ll he want?”
“My guess is to retain control of the girls’
money.”
“Do they have any of their own?”
“Not yet.
But their parents left them each a seven million dollar trust, invested
in federal securities, that liquidates on their twenty-first birthdays. I saw the note registration in the court
records. It was recorded twelve years
ago, not long before that train wreck, almost as if the parents knew what was
coming.”
Arleigh mused, “But they don’t have any money
now?”
“They don’t need any money now. Of course, married is a different story!”
Corky noted, “You still haven’t explained
Cissy’s switch.”
Uncle Edward’s tone suggested a shrug. “The woman chooses, my friend. But I’ll admit to being surprised. Cissy actually asked for me when we walked
in the woods. I can only conclude she
prefers mature judgment to a good tan.
Who understands women? I told
her I’m too old, that her uncle would never agree to it. Apparently I was wrong - or I’ve totally
misread the reason for tomorrow’s meeting.”
Dick’s voice: “You think he wants to look us over? What else could it be?”
“And do a bit of negotiation… What else indeed! If those girls weren’t so nearly at term, I’d suspect an effort
to make us disappear.”
“Like the chauffeur?”
“No, too many important people involved for
that; more in the nature of a pay-off,
I would think. I don’t expect it, but
if that’s what he deals, we’ll play the cards.
Either way we’re substantially ahead.”
Corky again:
“So what happens to me and Arleigh?”
“The plan is unchanged, except for this minor
shuffle. We stand together as
usual. You didn’t want to get married,
anyway.”
Corky chuckled agreeably. “I thought it was all a gag.”
“Oh, no!” Dick declared. “I tell you, Tissy and I are engaged.”
“You’re right, Dick,” Uncle Edward
responded. “It’s no gag. And Corky, don’t blink for the next day or
two or you’ll miss it.”
“Miss what?”
“Chapman has the reputation for moving fast
when he’s ready, and the biological clock is nearly at midnight.”
“Huh?”
Arleigh spoke up. “Explain it to him in the cafeteria. Thought we were going down for a coffee.”
“It’ll keep you awake,” warned Dick in a
curiously light tone.
“I’m counting on it!”
At the rumble of laughter Cissy returned her
eyes to the holes in time to watch the four men file into the hall. Her lips formed the words, “Gold diggers?”
She sat still, staring thoughtfully into the
empty room for most of a minute. Then
she rose, replaced the riser and crept down the stairs into her bed. By this time Tissy was snoring lightly.
* *
* *
“Miss Horner, what’s a gold digger?”
“Huh!
Cecilia, I’m rather busy just now.”
“It will only take a moment for you to
answer.”
“You should ask your uncle. I’m sure he’s run across them. Where did you hear it used?”
“A friend -
Some men called themselves that.”
“Oh, men! I suppose they referred to gold miners, out west or in Alaska.”
“Hmm.
That doesn’t sound right.”
“Did you look it up in the library?”
“It’s not in the dictionary.”
“No, no, Maisy! Tuck that sheet further under the bed. Cecilia, I need to check the other rooms. Just remember you can dig for gold other
than by shovel or pick-ax.”
* *
* *
“Maisy, what did she mean?”
“Who?”
“Miss Horner, about the tools you use to mine
gold.”
“Damned old bitch! She’s riding me like a mama this morning. Who cares how far the sheet goes under? You rich gals gonna kick it out first thing
anyway.”
“But what did she mean?”
“Heh.
Reckon she meant your coochy.”
“Coochy?
To mine gold?”
“With blond hair around it, it’s better than
a pick-ax any day.”
“Do you mean … to make the men pay?”
“Through the nose! Haw! If their noses was
that long, you’d collect twice. Damn,
hear her calling? Let go my arm!”
“Men, Maisy. What does it mean when said of men?”
“Reckon a rich gal has to worry, don’t she?”
“About gold?”
But Maisy had scurried out the door.
Tissy looked up from her book. “What’s this about gold digging?”
“Uncle Edward said they were all gold
diggers.”
Tissy thought about it briefly. “Maybe that’s how they get money.” Her eyes lit. “Maybe Dick will take me to see his mine.”
The elder sister sniffed. “I’m beginning to think you won’t have to go
very far.”
Tissy twisted in her rocking chair, looking up
at the clock on the shelf. She sighed.
Cissy grinned sourly. “Watching the clock won’t make it go
faster.”
“I wish it would. We’ve got to wait thirteen hours.”
Cissy sighed also. “I know it.”
“Why do we have to wait? I’ll bet they’re over there right now.”
“Along with the maids, cleaning up and making
their beds.”
“Maids?”
Tissy cocked her head. “Should
we go see what they do with the maids?”
“What do you care? The maids won’t wear them out.”
Tissy got to her feet. “I want to see anyway.”
Cissy shook her head. “Better stay put. The nurse hasn’t checked us yet.”
The other hesitated. “She didn’t check us last night. Maybe they’ve quit.”
“Maybe they have. But if they catch you over there or even on the stairs, you can
be sure we won’t see the men tonight.”
“What’ll they do?”
“Put us in another room, I imagine.”
“Oh.”
Tissy sat down and took up her book.
Cissy studied her thoughtfully. “You will stay out of the closet,
won’t you?”
“Why?
Where are you going?”
“To the library.”
“Thought you said all its books are boring.”
“They are.
But I need to learn about trusts.”
“Trust?
Do we know anybody we can’t trust?”
“I’m beginning to wonder if we know anyone we
can!”
* *
* *
“I’m going to check.”
“It’s not quite ten, Tissy.”
“I don’t care.” The younger sister rose from her chair. “If they aren’t there, I think we ought to go in and wait for
them.”
“What if the maids catch us in their room?”
“Huh?
You heard Old Lady Horner: the
maids don’t go to the men’s rooms at night.
Why are you so careful all of a sudden?”
Cissy gestured to their bellies. “When I’m not, look what happens!”
Tissy started for the closet. “I’m tired of waiting.”
The sister shrugged, rising also. “If we got there first, it would keep
the door a secret.”
“Huh!”
Tissy pulled the closet open. “I
don’t care whose room we use.”
She bounded up the stairs, the older sister
right behind her. Light from the eye
holes lit a suddenly pleased expression.
“They’re here!” She turned to
Cissy, just arriving. “They’re waiting
for us.”
Cissy glanced below them quickly, then
regarded her sister. “If you turn you
ear to a hole you can hear what they’re saying. Let’s listen for a bit.”
But Tissy would brook no more delay. She rose up, thumping her head on the
trap-door now closed just above them.
“Ow!” she cried, adding with determination, “I’m not waiting another
second.”
“You’d go in just your shift?”
“Huh!
The first time I went naked.”
Tissy plunged down the staircase and spun
among the clothes to find the key nail.
Cissy could only follow. The
irregular door opened with a fearful creak and Tissy burst through male
clothing into the light, Cissy on her heels.
Uncle Edward and Dick were seated on
Arleigh’s bed, the other two in straight chairs hitched near. Tissy made straight for Dick without
pausing. He started to rise but she
threw herself upon him. Backward onto
the bed he fell, she atop him, bouncing together, already locked in each
other’s arms.
The three unassaulted men got to their
feet. Uncle Edward regarded Cissy’s
approach with a wry smile. “At first I
thought someone was chasing you, but apparently not. Good evening, ladies.”
She grinned at all three. “Hello, gentlemen.”
On the bed Tissy’s tongue was occupied with
Dick.
Cissy stopped directly before Uncle Edward
and raised her lips for a kiss. He
obliged her by bending forward above her belly. Her hands enclosed his shaven cheeks tenderly.
Corky, watching from the side, nodded. “I see what you mean about the woman
choosing. Maybe I need a deeper tan.”
Arleigh grunted. “I don’t think it would help, pal.”
Uncle Edward raised his head to look past the
girl. “So your secret door is in the
closet?”
She bit her lip. “Tissy couldn’t wait.”
“For us to leave before bursting out?” He released her, went to the closet and
pushed the hanging clothing to one side.
“What’s in there?”
“Our closet.”
Arleigh and Corky pressed forward to stare
with him. He continued, “Ah, yes. Women’s clothes. And then your bedroom, eh?
These are the stairs to the attic that you mentioned, aren’t they?”
“Yes,” she admitted with obvious reluctance.
He smiled at her over his shoulder. “And you regret that we have discovered it
for fear we’ll bother you in your bedroom?”
“I … don’t know.”
He came back and took her hands in his. “We wouldn’t, Cissy, not without your
invitation. We’re better trained than
that.”
“Miss Horner doesn’t know about it. If she finds out she’ll move us to another
room.”
“You hear that?” Uncle Edward glanced around at his audience. “We’ll keep this secret, won’t we,
gentlemen?”
Both men affirmed their intent, at which
Uncle Edward smiled at the girl and declared, “Which promise we’ll seal with a
kiss. Let’s show her the four-way
variety.”
Arleigh and Corky took her from either side. Curious, she raised her lips to the junction
and immediately found three additional tongues in her mouth. Many hands cupped her breasts. Others squeezed her buttocks and stroked the
bottom of her belly. Her knees grew
weak.
Hands at her back undid the shift. Arms and lips released her while someone
pushed the straps off her shoulders.
The garment fell to the floor past even the huge belly. She was guided beyond the other couple,
higher on the bed. The men, wearing
evening robes above pajama bottoms, were as quickly naked. She had a glimpse of her nude sister
straining atop hairy flesh at the foot of the bed. Then she was straddling a darker body while a long, thin penis
thrust at her face. She parted her lips
and was penetrated top and bottom almost simultaneously. But where was Uncle Edward? Something small and too firm probed her
briefly. She relaxed her sphincters,
instinctively pressing out. Shortly she
located Uncle Edward precisely. Which
was the more intimate, she wondered:
top, front or back? But such
considerations departed as her climaxes began.
Corky was first to wet her, but by the time
he did so the girl was such a writhing and snuffling spectacle that he
continued within her. His hands
replaced Arleigh’s around her breasts.
The latter had grasped her shoulders as his own crisis approached. Eyes clenched shut, she obviously
concentrated upon her own overwhelming sensations and neglected to swallow or
to relax the sucking mouth. Arleigh
jerked back, painting her face and Corky’s chest with his next ejaculation.
“Give it to me!” Corky demanded, tilting his
head back.
The thin man thrust himself into his usual
lover’s mouth, sighing with relief at the expert touch. Unnoticed, his first fruits drooled over the
girl’s chin, also upon Corky’s chest.
When he finished, as was their custom,
Arleigh leaned down to kiss his friend and taste himself. He raised up then sat beside Corky’s head,
now turned so that faces were aligned.
“Thanks,” he said huskily.
“You’re a pal.”
Corky grinned. “You’re welcome. That
settles one question.”
“Who does it best?”
“Yeah.
Not too surprising.”
Arleigh shook his head. “Don’t be too sure. She did it right the last time. But listen to her. You wouldn’t remember either if you felt as good as she does!”
Corky nodded enthusiastically, then said with
a frown, “I sure hope Uncle Edward’s right about it not hurting her.”
With her mouth clear the girl had begun to
moan more distinctly. She continued to
bounce upon Corky, whole body twisting, as if the organ in her entrails were an
instrument of torture, though always pressing back to prevent escape. But eventually even the old man reached a
climax. He thrust at maximum into her
and strained to exhaust himself. At
last he backed away and sagged into a chair.
She shivered violently at his departure and
rolled off Corky to fall on her back beside her sister, who lay snuggled with
Dick, having spent her passion earlier.
Cissy panted with heaving breasts.
Perspiration puddled in her navel and gleamed on belly and flushed
breasts.
Uncle Edward heaved himself out of the chair
and came around the bed to sit beside Cissy’s head. “How do you feel?” he asked, lifting blond hair off her red
forehead.
She gasped, “Oh, god!”
“Hurt anywhere?”
“No.
But oh, god!”
“What, then?”
“T-tingles!”
She shivered and took another breath.
“What did you do to me?”
“What we love,” he answered solemnly. “All of us.” His hand stroked her heaving belly. “But we’d best take it easy.
This skin is tight as a drumhead.
You won’t have to bear this burden much longer.”
“Oh, I hope!”
“If I were a betting man, I’d wager less than
a week. Arleigh, you’re standing
up. Get our darling a glass of water.”
The girl smiled. “I like that - being your darling.”
“Well, you are, you and Tissy.” His grin included the watching sister. “You’re our darlings and we’re yours, if
you’ll have us.”
“We’ve done that,” Cissy pointed out.
“I mean in a more formal way. Will you marry me, Cecilia?”
She studied him a moment as her breathing
eased. “I thought you said I was too
young.”
He chuckled.
“No. I said I’m too old,
and I am. But I found out this
afternoon that your uncle won’t forbid it.
Do you remember what you said in the woods?”
“I remember it.”
Arleigh had poured her a tumbler of water from
the pitcher on the night stand. She
took it from his hand and drank thirstily.
Uncle Edward said, “It’s your choice,
Cissy. You may pick one of us - or
none.”
She lowered the glass and stared at him
thoughtfully. “Tell us about our
trusts.”
“Your … trusts?”
“You know about them. Are they private or charitable
trusts?”
“Ah … private, of course. Cissy -”
“And who’s the trustee, Uncle George?”
“Well, yes, not that it means much.”
“Doesn’t he have full control?”
“As much as anyone can of a fixed term investment
in treasury securities, but …”
“You mean, because he can’t liquidate them
early? He could borrow against
them, of course.”
“He can’t;
you could! Cissy,
how do you know about this?”
She smiled slightly. “I found a book in the library. How much are they worth now?”
“I don’t know. Probably a little less than seven million each. That’s their face value when you turn 21.”
“That’s when we get the money, isn’t it?”
“Three years from now for you, five for
Tissy. That is …” Uncle Edward patted her belly and smiled
wryly. “That is, if you don’t marry
Dick and myself.”
Tissy’s head turned to regard him. Cissy’s eyebrow cocked. “What difference does it make whom we
marry?”
He glanced at Dick, who stared solemnly
back. He shrugged. “Your uncle would prefer we not tell you
this, but what the hell, it’s your inheritance. We had a meeting with him this afternoon.”
“With Uncle George?” asked Cissy.
“Yeah, in his lawyer’s office in Albany, Dick
and I. He demanded certain concessions
from us in exchange for his approval of the weddings. He has to sign for Tissy, you know, because of her age. He has another hold on me.”
“Concessions?”
“Did you know, my dear, that when you marry,
your money and property become owned by your husband?”
Cissy thought about it. “Suppose they do?”
“If we marry, when you’re 21, your seven
million becomes mine. That is, it would
have. This afternoon George Chapman
made Dick and me sign a contract turning the entirety of your inheritances over
to him as soon as you acquire them.”
“He what?”
“To give the man credit, I don’t think it’s
only greed. He believes he can protect
your interests better than we can.”
Uncle Edward shrugged. “He may
be right. He certainly has an enviable
financial record.”
Cissy frowned. “Then we’d have no money.”
The man shook his head. “That’s not quite -”
She interrupted, frown fading. “But Dick and you would marry us anyway?”
He answered earnestly, “My dear, money is not
the only reason to marry.”
“What else?”
“You and Tissy are two of the most remarkable
-”
“Do you love me, Uncle Edward, the way Dick
loves Tissy?”
He stared into her eyes and took a deep
breath. His mouth worked. At last he said, “Yes, Cissy. I love you.”
“Then I’ll marry you. But I may have to pretend to marry Corky or
Arleigh first.”
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