Camille listened to the rustle of soft nylon through the door. Yvonne was dressing. The scent of exotic perfume drifted through the house. She was going! Yvonne was going to meet the prime minister or one of his associates. She was dressing to go. They had served the men at the camp an early supper, then hurried over to the house. Gilbert and Antoine had remained at the camp, drinking sad talking with the men while Yvonne rushed across to the house and took a fast shower.
"See you later," the lovely woman called as she swept through the room. Cammy looked up, forced to admit how absolutely gorgeous her sister-in-law looked. She compared the beauty to what she could remember of the blonde in New Orleans. Maybe she was prejudiced, but Cammy was sure that the blonde couldn't compare with the Cajun girl. She'd never seen any woman who could match Yvonne.
Cammy forced a smile as her brother's wife left the house. She listened to the sound of the car pulling down the ravel road, finally fading away. She had wanted to confront Yvonne. She wanted to let her know that she knew what was going on. She had to keep reminding herself that it was none of her business. If Gilbert wanted to let his wife run free like this, then it was only Gilbert's business.
Cammy tried to read, then slammed the book down in disgust and turned on the TV. She curled up on the couch and watched. She'd have preferred being over at the camp with her father and brother. Antoine, however, had made it clear that sometimes they didn't want women around. They wouldn't even have allowed Yvonne over.
Cammy fell asleep on the couch before the men returned. She woke as Gilbert came into the house and she looked up at him questioningly.
"Where's the old man?" she wanted to know.
"Dad?" Gilbert answered. "Oh, he's still telling his tall tales. He's had so much to drink that he'll probably sleep over there on the couch tonight. If you were planning to wait up for him, don't bother."
The girl watched him walk toward his room. Sadness gripped her at the thought of him sleeping alone. Whatever Yvonne may have been in the past didn't matter that much. It did matter that her brother would go to bed alone. Yvonne wasn't treating him right at all. She was letting his father fuck her and now she was off entertaining.
Cammy decided that she could take care of some of it anyway. She followed her brother into his room and stepped up behind him as he began slipping out of his clothes. She walked up against him and ran her hands around him, caressing his chest and puffing lightly at the heavy growth of hair.
"Mmmmm," she teased as she leaned against him so he could feel the thrust of her tits on his back.
"Hey!" he cried to her. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Just loving my big brother," she answered. "Just wanting to love the fuck out of him." She rubbed her tits back and forth against him. Her hand stole down his chest, threatening to reach inside his pants for his cock. She felt the sudden shudder in his pants he realized what she was doing to him. Gilbert spun around and caught her by the arms. His eyes flashed as he looked down over her inviting little body.
"You know what you're doing?" he asked her. "Do you have any idea what that sort of thing leads to?"
She smiled warmly and nodded. Hell yes, she knew what it led to. She hoped it would lead to it, anyway. She nodded excitedly and stepped inside to let her body touch his.
"I know what I'd like it to lead to," she whispered. "I know what I'd like to do to you."
Gilbert held her back from him and studied her intently. She met his stare directly. She didn't avert his gaze. She stared right back as her eyes gave their clear and indisputable invitation. Cammy felt a glow shimmer through her as his eyes softened. He relaxed his hold on her, then dropped his arms around her as she nestled closer to him. Cammy put her arms around his neck and clung to him tightly. His cock was already warm and throbbing as she slipped her leg between his. She rubbed his cock with her thigh while she rode her pussy against his firm leg.
"Damn!" he muttered. "You're a sexy little devil. How long have you been acting like this?"
"Weeks now," she answered. "Ever since I found out that fucking is a hell of a lot of fun."
"So you decided to find out what your big brother had to offer? You decided that since Yvonne was gone I might need a little consolation?"
"I need a little consolation myself," she assured him. "I'm horny as hell. You want me to go out on the make or you want to keep it in the family?"
He lifted her up from the floor and carried her to the bed. Gilbert undressed quickly while Cammy sat up and struggled free of her shorts and blouse. She lay back, clad only in thin panties as he stepped over her. Gilbert looked down and smiled at his soft, lovely sister. His cock rose steadily as he sat beside her and reached for her tits.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed, thrusting her breasts into the palms of his hands. She turned her shoulders, rolling her firm tits about his hands. "Oooooo, it feels good to have you touch me, to have you pet me."
"You've got a fantastic body to pet," he laughed softly. "You pew up on us so suddenly, you know."
"I did not!" Cammy pouted. "I've had my tits for years. I've bee able to get attention with my ass for even longer."
Gilbert slapped her affectionately across her ass. He pulled her against him and wrestled her playfully. Cammy began kissing him with a sudden ferocity, her tongue racing between his lips. She felt his body tense with excitement as she sucked sharply. She shivered in delight at his reaction, reaching for his cock and pumping him rapidly, tauntingly, as he kissed her back just as wildly as she was kissing him. His hands caught her tits and pussy in a sensuous vice. He cuddled the glowing breasts, thumbing and fingering her nipples until she was gasping in delight. He squeezed her pussy until she was almost ready to scream her pleasure.
"You're a delicious fluff of a girl," he laughed. "You're just as cute as any sister could be. You're also about as sexy a little piece of tail as a man could ever want."
"Talk! Talk! Talk!" she teased, giggling as he shook her affectionately. "Can't you do anything but talk? Show me how sexy I am. Show me, Gilbert! Show me how I make you feel!"
He grabbed her panties and pulled them down. Cammy made it difficult for him to take them off. She laughed as she kept twisting back and forth to frustrate him. Gilbert's face turned red with excitement as he wrestled, finally getting the panties to her knees. He grasped her thighs in a strong hold, then slipped the panties off easily.
"Damn, but you're a teasing little vixen," he told her. "You're cute and cuddly. You're soft and sexy. Most of all, you need that pussy of yours stuffed with a good cock."
"Promises! Promises!" Cammy taunted. "All I get is talk from you!"
She twisted suddenly and broke free of his hold.
Her hair flailed wildly as she crawled about the bed, eluding his attempts to recapture her. She laughed at him and stuck her tongue out in jest. Gilbert dove on top of her and pinned her beneath his body, tickling her sides. His fingers moved rapidly, tauntingly her body, sending irresistible shivers through her.
"Stop that!" she gasped. "That's not fair! Please, Gilbert, don't do that to me!"
He laughed at her pleas and reached behind him to pull her foot up and begin tickling. Cammy shrieked in discomfort. Damn, him! She'd always been ticklish and Gilbert had always known that.
She grabbed his cock and pumped him roughly, frantically. One hand slipped beneath him and she began to finger his balls. She taunted him, watching the expression of his face change to surging desire. He gasped for breath a moment, then lay across her and held her as they rolled about the bed. His hands were all over her. He was working at her tits, at her ass, at her pussy, at her thighs all at once. She panted in ecstasy as he kept wiggling her. She was becoming less able to keep up with him in the wrestling. Her cunt was demanding to be fucked.
"Ohhhhh!" he gasped as he pulled her once more. "Oh, am I going to enjoy this. This is going to be one sweet fuck!"
He pulled her ass against him and stuck his long cock between her thighs. Cammy shuddered, remembering that horrible ass-fuck. She relaxed immediately when his cock ran into the mouth of her cunt. He caressed her tits lovingly as he ran his massive cock-head back and forth over her little clit. She moaned and whimpered in delight.
"Mmmmm," she sighed, "Mmmmmm!" His cock slipped deeper up her glowing pussy, rose taller inside her, pumped through her pulsing cunt as it stretched the passage wider and wider. Cammy began to turn limp as he pumped slowly and sensuously into her. She hunched over his cock. She shuddered beneath the luscious caresses of his hands. She trembled as he leaned against her neck and began to nibble her satin skin. His teeth caught her skin playfully, sending sparks of exquisite pain through her. The little brunette shuddered and gasped from the intensity of his fucking.
"Ooooooeeee!" she gasped, finally able to speak in shod, panting spurts. "Fuck me, Gilbert! Fuck me! Let it go before I die! Oooooo, Gilbert! Gilbert! Fuck me!"
Then her orgasm enveloped her. She felt frozen, suspended, as his big cock shuddered inside her. The room was whirling. The bed was spinning around inside it. Then her pussy leaped into shattering spasms. Her juices gushed over his cock as Gilbert added his cum to her overflowing cunt.
"Ahhhh!" he gasped behind her. "Ahhhhh! Uhhhh! Gotta fill that sweet hole. Have to stuff that pussy with cock."
"Oooooo, yes!" she whispered. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Gilbert!"
They fucked furiously. Prick and cunt shook in a final series of spasms, then slowly returned to a steady pumping. They were drained, yet they still fucked, enjoying the sweetness of the physical contact. Gilbert kissed her shoulder, her neck, her ears. Cammy eased down into the bed and lay in a shimmering pool of fulfillment while he kept his cock inside her. He was good! Gilbert was damn good!
"I can't see how," she murmured, "Yvonne could leave this cock and go roaming into New Orleans."
"What was that? What did you say about Yvonne?"
She slipped her cunt off his prick and turned to look at him. Gilbert's eyes were looking questioningly at her. The girl shivered as she tried to read his expression. Had she said too much? Had she given too much away?
"Nothing," she tried to cover. "Just thought of some of the old gossip about Yvonne. Don't misunderstand, Gilbert. I love Yvonne as much as you."
"You'd better," he assured her. "You'd sure better. Don't you know about Yvonne, little sister? Didn't you know that she worked for the government before we were married? Part of her job was to take care of visiting dignitaries. Sometimes she still has to on important occasions."
"You don't mind?" Cammy gasped looking up at him. "It's all right with you?"
"I love her the way she was when I met her," he answered. "She loves me the same way. I'm free to fuck any girl that I care to. She has the same freedom. Why change it? We have a good healthy life in bed. Why complain?"
Later, Cammy lay beside him, still shaken by the calm manner with which he accepted Yvonne's work. He accepted her fucking Antoine just as calmly. In fact, he approved. It was better, he said, to keep it in the family. Besides, Antoine was important to Yvonne's investment.
Cammy listened in shock as he explained that the camp and the boat belonged to Yvonne. She had bought all this when Antoine was, almost bankrupt. She had taken the money she had accumulated in her work and purchased everything. Then she used her contacts to keep the camp filled.
"So," Gilbert had concluded, "we had to keep the old man happy. If he had enough pussy here at home, then we didn't have to worry about some other broad cutting herself in. This is Yvonne's camp. We don't need any other cunt around here."
"Not even me?" Cammy asked.
"You're special," Gilbert explained. "You're special to Yvonne. She thinks you might be able to follow in her footsteps some day. If you decide you'd like to, she still has all the contacts to get you in."