“Well, to be perfectly honest, I’m annoyed by what you did on the island, but I have only fond feelings for what we shared on my houseboat, especially considering how that night seems to have been a real catalyst in kickstarting my love life.”
“I want you to understand that it wasn’t all business. I really did want you that night.”
Bridgette was easily as drunk as I and possibly unaware of the fact that she was mindlessly running her hand up and down my stomach—each time slipping closer to my happy place.
“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” I asked.
“I’m worried about going back to the States. Is everything really going to be OK? It’s not as though I have anything to trade, so why would they care about me?”
“Well, you’re lucky that your brother-in-law is the Deputy Director of the Central Intelligence Agency, and it obviously doesn’t hurt that Lux is your older sister.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. Babs and your family ties are your get out of jail free card, and, once he spills his guts, you two will be able to get back to sipping Dom Pérignon and playing hide the saucisson.”
“Oh thank God. I mean—I understand that I may have made some bad choices, but I really don’t want to go to prison.”
“Everything will be fine. Believe me, Lux cares about you too much to have you locked up.”
Bridgette squeezed me tightly, obviously relieved that her little act of treachery would be forgiven this time, but, in her happiness, she finally dipped her hand below my waist and landed on Tag Junior who was, conveniently and embarrassingly, hard as all hell. Actually, it bordered on painfully hard, and I was starting to believe that Babineux’s fucking rum liqueur was like Spanish fly and Viagra all rolled into one delicious drink.
“Wow, you weren’t kidding,” she said.
“No I wasn’t. Time for you to go.”
“Seriously? I think I can help,” she said, as she started running her hands over the front of my boxer briefs where my penis was pointed due north and trying its best to tear through the fabric.
“No, in fact, you’re just making it more painful.”
“Your penis seems to feel differently.”
“My penis always feels differently and doesn’t necessarily listen to reason, which is why it’s imperative that you leave.”
I tried to roll over and maneuver my hard-on away from her hands, but she was surprisingly agile and managed to climb on top of my knees and pin me down with her legs. Now that she had me trapped, she freed my boner from my underwear then smiled as she reached up and undid the front clasp of her bra, thus exposing her bountiful breasts and playfully pokey nipples.
“You really should put those away,” I pleaded.
“Why? You’re going to need to hold on to something, and it might as well be these,” she said, taking hold of my hands and placing them on her breasts.
Sweet Lord! What was it about the Vandenberg sisters that made them feel the need to place my hands upon their lovely bosoms? First, it was Lux in the dive room of the Sozo, and now it was Bridgette, here in this dark lonely bedroom. Clearly, they knew it was my Achille’s heel, for I instantly felt sweet pangs of desire as Bridgette’s large hard nipples slipped naturally between my fingers. Fuck, not again! She kissed me square on the lips then leaned down, placed her mouth on my manhood, and went to work with an urgency that made my balls start singing the Star Spangled Boner. A moment later she stopped and moved atop me, my hard member now resting against the outside of her warm wet valley of doom.
“I sure had fun at your place that night.”
“Me too, but we can’t do it again.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s wrong.”
She started to rub my penis against the opening of her lady fruit.
“Does this feel wrong?”
“No, I mean yes. I mean—Fuck.”
I knew that it was only a matter of seconds before she mounted me, and the act would be officially consummated, and I’d forever have to remember this moment of profound weakness. I therefore had to create some kind of distraction if I hoped to break free and stop this madness.
“Hi, Babs!” I said, loudly, looking towards the door.
Bridgette released my penis and turned to look, and that was when I slid out from under her and climbed off the bed, desperately trying to gain a little breathing room so that I could formulate an escape plan. Suddenly, it hit me! I needed to achieve release by my own hand—unload my pistol so to speak, and then I would, in theory, be safe from Bridgette’s libidinous efforts. But, how in the world could I pull it off? She turned her attention back to me, and the sliver of moonlight coming though the window revealed a devilish smile playing across her lips. She stepped off the bed, and I started backing away timidly from my tormentor, the experience making me feel as though I were the victim in a horror movie.
“You’re not getting rid of me until you fuck me,” she said.
“There’s got to be some kind of middle ground.”
“Yeah, your dick in my pussy.”
“It’s not going to happen.”
She moved ever closer towards me, but, as I backed away, I caught my foot on the rug and fell onto the floor. I continued to evade Bridgette by shuffling along on my back, but, as I glanced behind me, I could see that the wall was rapidly coming up. Fuck! I needed to figure out a way to maintain my ever crumbling moral decency, but panic was setting in as she drew closer and started to reach for my irrevocably stiff member. In a second she would be on me, and I would, in turn, be in her. At last, a glimmer of hope appeared in my mind as I finally formulated my plan.
“OK, fine. We can make sweet love as long as you let me go down on you first. It’s only fair that I make sure you’re properly warmed up.”
“Don’t worry, I’m plenty warm.”
“Warm isn’t good enough. I want you hot and begging for it.”
“Meow! Now, that’s the Tag Finn I remember!”
“OK then, what do you say?”
“Deal!” she said, with a smile.
We returned to the bed, and she lay back, smiling as she opened her legs. I looked down at the beautiful, though devious woman before me, consciously aware that I was entering a moral grey area and walking the razor’s edge that existed between the lesser of two evils. I was also pondering what constituted a valid sexual act? Was it simply a matter of sexual semantics, or was there a definitive definition? In my experience, I would have included kissing, making out, oral sex, and, obviously, intercourse, but tonight I would break new ground and, in the process, salvage some degree of moral decency—no matter how small.
I dropped down and approached the well-manicured grassland that I had ventured unto only two weeks ago and set upon her clitoris like a man on a mission. Bridgette had a hair trigger when it came to oral stimulation and my efforts soon had her calling out, her pelvis flexing involuntarily as she lost herself to the selfish pleasure of an impending orgasm. What she didn’t know, however, was that I had my right hand on Tag Junior and was working furiously so that I too would soon find release. The volume of her cries increased, and she abruptly reached for the sides of the bed, her back arching as she violently climaxed. She continued to writhe, her body undulating, as she rode out each successive wave of pleasure until a final tremor erupted from her pelvis and her body went still.
“I want you inside of me, right now,” she pleaded, breathlessly.
“Too late,” I said, leaning up and giving myself the final stroke to bring about sweet relief.
“No!” she said, as she leaned forward, placed her hands on my manhood, and took over the effort of bringing on the most needed yet unwanted orgasm of my entire life.
She gritted her teeth and put her heart and soul into pumping her hands up and down my shaft, and her efforts sent forth hot spurts of manseed all over her chest and stomach. Once she had milked every last drop, she let go and leaned back against the pillow
s and gazed at me with a cool smile playing on her voluptuous lips.
“You’re a sneaky fucker, Finn.”
She smiled, leaned in and kissed me, then collapsed back on the bed, whereupon she instantly fell asleep. Lux would certainly never believe this encounter, but hopefully she’d never find out about it. I cleaned up my little mess then gazed at Bridgette and wondered how to address her untimely presence in my bed. Unfortunately, I was tired and drunk and therefore decided to deal with it in the morning, and, to that end, I crawled beside her, closed my eyes, and felt the outside world recede as I fell into a deep slumber, desperately hopeful that the following day would remain uneventful.
I awoke early, with a mild headache already obvious as I opened my eyes and stared up at the ceiling. I got up timidly, allowing the blood in my head to drain slowly and less painfully into the rest of my body as I gazed at my late night visitor in the harsh light of morning. She was lying on her side looking ever beautiful, her pouty lips pressed against the pillow, and her breasts rising and falling with each gentle breath. She looked so innocent while she slept that it was hard to imagine she was the same girl from last night. I now faced the question of how in the hell I was going to get her out of my room and into some kind of neutral area before everyone woke up. At the moment, however, I had no idea, as my thinking was still too cloudy, and I desperately needed coffee. I threw on my pants and a shirt and headed upstairs to the kitchen to find that Babs had thankfully set the coffee machine’s timer, so all I had to do was grab a cup and add some cream. Coffee in hand, I quietly padded back downstairs to my room, where I at last enjoyed my first sip of the day. The warm liquid soothed my soul and began gently clearing the haze that was leftover from the previous evening. I had another sip then turned my attention to the beautiful problem sleeping peacefully in my bed, but I suddenly felt the unmistakable pressure of an imminent morning movement. Goddammit. Why now?
I went into the bathroom, locked the door, and set my coffee on the sink as I dropped onto the porcelain for a quick, and hopefully painless, hangover shit. It was a little earlier than I usually got up, but I was feeling like a pregnant killer whale, and it was time to drop baby Shamu and his siblings off at their new aquarium. I took a big sip of coffee, relaxed my sphincter, and made little killer whale noises to add some ambience to the experience.
“Eeeeeeeeee! Eeeeeeeeee!” I said, as I berthed my baby orcas.
With my brood free to frolic in the water below, I took some time to think about the day ahead and hoped to high heaven that we’d have a nice easy drive down through Italy. The first part of our journey would be through the winding mountain roads, and that wouldn’t be very fun with a hangover. Oh well, people on the run had to make concessions. I finished my number two without interruption or incident and stepped into the shower. The hot water pelted my body like a thousand little magic fingers, and by the time I got out, I was only feeling about twenty percent hung over. I got dressed, and, seeing that Bridgette was dozing peacefully, decided to let sleeping dogs lie for the moment, so I could experience what I’d been waiting for since last night—namely, coffee on the deck overlooking beautiful Lake Como.
I went outside and stood by the railing and gazed in awe at the view. I’d seen mountain lakes, but Como was in a class all by itself with its abundance of lush greenery, regal homes, and ruggedly picturesque snow capped mountains. At the moment it was still as a pond, and the air was clean and crisp with only the slightest hint of the smell of burnt wood from one of the nearby chimneys that was still puffing out the remnants of the previous night’s fire. It was a truly magnificent moment.
I took my last sip of coffee and decided it was time to deal with last night’s problem, but, just as I was turning to go back inside, I heard a twig snap somewhere out beyond the grounds of the estate. I moved back closer to the eaves of the house and stole a glance to where I thought the noise had originated. It was probably a deer, but I decided to scan the tree line and search for anything unusual, and that’s when I spotted them. Two people wearing hunter’s camo were hiding in a grove of pine trees about a hundred and fifty meters from the estate. They would have been easy to miss, but a tiny flick of one of their hands gave away their position. Wonderful, we had visitors. I wasn’t particularly familiar with Lake Como’s hunting seasons, but I seriously doubted that the unknown woodsmen would be looking for deer this close to private residences. I therefore had to wonder if fate were already punishing me for last night’s indiscretion with Bridgette. I raced back into my room, grabbed my gun, and was about to go to the hallway when the door swung open, and there stood Lux. She was looking fresh and showered and ready for the day, though I found it particularly unnerving that she had her gun in her hand and an alarmed look in her eyes.
“It’s not my fault!” I immediately exclaimed.
“What isn’t?” she asked, looking confused.
Apparently, she wasn’t here to chide me for sleeping with her sister, which meant that luck was finally on my side.
“Oh, nothing. What did you need?” I asked.
“I saw a couple people hiding in the trees outside.”
“I assume you mean the two about a hundred and fifty meters northeast of the estate who don’t exactly look like friendly neighbors. I saw them as well, which is why I was just coming to see you.”
“What are you guys talking about?” Bridgette asked, sounding groggy as she sat up in bed, her bare breasts a painful, though lovely, reminder of the previous night.
Lux glared at Bridgette then turned her scornful gaze to me.
“Again?” she asked angrily.
“No, and it’s not what it looks like.”
“Then why is she naked?”
“I think she arrived that way.”
“Oh really—so is that your bra and underwear beside the bed?”
I looked over and there, indeed, was a pile of Bridgette’s unmentionables.
“Now, that I think about it, I believe she did arrive clothed, though your sister obviously prefers to sleep in the nude,” I said, unable to hold back a nervous laugh, as I walked over and picked up Bridgette’s thong underwear and bra.
“Would you guys stop talking about me like I’m not here,” Bridgette said, rubbing her eyes.
Lux angrily grabbed the bra and panties out of my hand and told me to go wake up Babs while she dealt with Bridgette. I was happy to follow her wishes, as it meant that I didn’t have to answer any questions about last night. I left the room and raced upstairs to the master bedroom, using the windows I passed to scan the yard for any movement outside. Seeing none, I reached Babs’s door and, three short knocks later, heard a muffled voice that I couldn’t quite understand. I opened the door to his room and spoke again, this time realizing that Babs was in the bathroom. At last, I was the shit disturber and not the shit disturbee. I moved closer to the door and told him the news then headed back downstairs. Along the way I passed Bridgette, and we exchanged a brief, though awkward, smile, which seemed appropriate considering our unusual late night tryst.
I decided to stay on the main floor to do a little reconnaissance, and walked over to the massive windows that had a better view of the street side of the house. As I scanned the area, I saw the silver Range Rover parked about a hundred yards up the road, which was a very obvious clue as to the identity of the assholes in the pine grove. More alarming, however, was the presence of a white Mercedes AMG GLS63 SUV parked directly across the street that hadn’t been there the night before. Suddenly, bullets started coming through the window, and I was forced to drop to the ground. Shit monkeys. I guess we wouldn’t be leaving via the front door. I fast crawled to the stairs then hauled ass back down to the lowest level to find Lux waiting in the hall.
“We now officially have a second team in front to go with the assholes in the woods,” I said.
“It’s not exactly a pleasant way to start the morning.”
“Definitely not, and, based on the fact that there’s a silver
Range Rover parked on the street, I’m pretty sure the assholes in the woods are the fucking Fuchs.”
“Again?”
“Yeah, so we have to find another way out of here,” I said.
“How about the lake?”
“I think it’s our only option, though I really, really hope Babs has a boat. It’s way too fucking cold to swim.”
We moved to the window and looked out and saw a boathouse at the very end of the dock. Usually a boathouse meant a boat, but sometimes people hauled them out and dry-stored them for the winter. I therefore hoped that Babs was one of those kind of people who preferred to keep his boat at the ready so that he could go for a smug little cruise around the lake regardless of the season.
“How in the hell do they keep finding us?” Lux asked, sounding frustrated.
“Well, I did warn you to keep it short and sweet with Corn.”
“He’s my husband for Christ’s sake.”
“I don’t give a shit, because your little phone call to your husband may very well have compromised the safety of this operation.”
“Fuck you. We had personal shit to talk about, and, if you want to start pointing fingers, how do you know they didn’t trace your CIA expense card, you jackass?”
“Never mind the expense card. Your personal shit has to wait until we are safe and sound and back in the States.”
“He’s been fucking cheating on me!” she exclaimed, angrily.
“I know, but you’re being a hypocrite. You cheated on him as well.”
“Yeah, with you, and it was a one time affair while his has been going on for over a year! Wait—what do you mean you know?”
Before I could answer, Babs and Bridgette came running in, bags packed and ready to go, which was a good thing, because Lux and I had already wasted too many precious seconds arguing like an old married couple. I told Babs about the two teams surrounding the house, and he didn’t look too happy, which I assume meant that the cheap fuck hadn’t bothered to build a secret escape tunnel like the one on his island.
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