Basic Shadow Ch. 01

"Show me, Mr. Sampson."

Sampson passed over a sheaf of papers. Dee Dee sat on a box that contained a printer. The styrofoam packing easily held her slight weight. One of the papers, the assessment notice, had a date ringed. The notice said he owed $17,445.27.

"That can't be correct, Miss. The accountant said we might be treading on thin ice for a thousand or so, no more. I can't afford that kind of money. And there's a past years audit notice, as well."

Dee Dee worked her way through the papers. "Okay, I'll file an appeal today." She pulled out her laptop and put the appeal together as he watched. "Julie, can you find something to put Mr. Sampson's particulars on?"

"Mr. Sampson, I'll look at this in a little more depth this evening. However, the tax people have made a serious error that we can have fixed. They won't take that to a hearing. Your accountant's use of the deduction he warned you about was not accepted. However, he seems to have missed the deductions under Rule 81. It looks to me that you should be getting another couple of thousand back, even allowing for the lost deduction. Now my fees are," she named the number Bart Culderson had insisted on.

"My accountant only charges half that for a new hire," Sampson objected.

"Then I suppose you need to have him solve this for you."

"No, no. I was just caught by surprise. You've solved a big problem for me in about a tenth of the time it took him to mess it up. I suppose if you deal with the best you have to expect to pay more, and save money in the long run. I'll pay your account the day it comes in."

"Thank you for your business, sir. We'll get the account out next week."

Julie showed Mr. Sampson out. He was shaking his head over how fast she had analyzed his problem and moved to solve it.

When Julie returned she asked where Dee Dee had come up with such an outrageous hourly rate. Julie just shook her head as Dee Dee explained Bart Culderson's reasoning, and her almost promise not to charge anyone else any less.

"That's an unheard of rate around here," she said. "But I like Mr. Sampson's rationale. Charge more and they'll appreciate the quality of work they're getting. Charge too little and they'll think little of you. That was a sharp piece of work for Mr. Sampson."

"The tax office makes mistakes, too," Dee Dee replied. "You tip them off in a friendly way and they'll reciprocate."

"Oh," Julie said. "There's another thing I wanted to mention to you. Everybody in this town knows you and George are brother and sister. A lot of people respect George. It's none of my business what might be going on between you and George, though I'm pretty sure. I want your promise on two things before I settle into what I think will be a hell of a job. If you can't make those promises, I'll understand. I won't stay on, because I won't be able to give you what you should be getting from an assistant. I will keep my mouth shut about why, of course.

"One, I want you to promise me you won't hurt George. And two, I want you to promise me you won't rub whatever your relationship might be in the faces of the townspeople. People will always talk. That just happens."

"Oh, Julie, we're just so happy with each other."

"Dammit, Dee Dee, we've known each other for fifteen years. You've been hanging on after your brother all that time. If you've finally bagged him I can only be happy for you. I don't care what you do around me. Just don't scare the clients. George was happier looking this morning than he has been since before your mother was diagnosed, more likely, now I think about it, since you went off to university. But no tongue downtown. Do you hear me?"

"OK, I promise. And I promise not to hurt George if I can possibly help it. You know why. I love him as a lot more than a brother. Now that I have him, I don't intend to let go. I don't think he wants me to, but if he ever does I'll have to let him go his own way. I appreciate your directness about this, Julie. I'll also thank you for permission to tongue kiss my brother in our office. I'll make use of it, I'm sure, but not in front of our clients.

"I also wanted you to know that we have acquired the Culderson account. That'll take me out of the office Tuesdays for a while, which puts you on your own for more than I had intended at first."

"I'll cope. We're going to beat your business plan projection, you know. This is looking more and more like the best job in town."

"Let's get this appeal notice printed off. Where's the printer?"

"You're sitting on it."

George picked Dee Dee up at five. The two women had made tremendous strides in cleaning up the office. George double checked the computer connections for them, but Julie's work stood up to his inspection.

"Have fun, you two," Julie waved as she left.

"This is going to be fun," Dee Dee reported. "Julie just warned me not to hurt you - as if I would - and not to rub people's faces in our relationship. Good points, both. But I have the Culderson account and a tax problem for another client, already. Things are looking up!"

"Good. Let's get home."

Once back in the house George helped Dee Dee off with her jacket, and her blouse, and her slacks, and . . . He found it a little awkward, with her arms moving to take his clothes off at the same time.

He picked her up and laid her on the couch. He stood for a moment staring down at her.

"So beautiful," he murmured. He knelt by her side and started tracing her body with his fingers. Dee Dee lay back and enjoyed the feel of his hands as they caressed her legs, the sides of her bum, her stomach and chest, her breasts, ending with a quick tweak of her nipples.

"You are a gorgeous woman, Shadow. Such a sweet morsel."

George's hands wandered down again, followed closely by his tongue as it drew caracoles across her stomach, a quick dip into her navel, a slow march through the small forest of her pubic hair, then a long glide down one side of her labia and a slow glide back up the other side. His tongue touched on her clitoris, backed away from the nubbin, repeated the tracery of her labia and plunged as deep as he could force it into her vagina.

"That feels so good, George, so good."

He lipped around the edges of her vagina, seeking spots that pleasured her most, and found them. She was getting tenser. Her juices were flowing strongly and she was warm and wet. He returned to her clitoris, licking and then sucking.

"George, I'm gonna . . . " and her legs closed on his head and her hands pushed him in as she climaxed again and again.

"That was awesome," she reported when she finally settled down from her peaks. "If I'd known you could do that I would never have left home. Where'd you learn that? No, don't tell me. Whatever happened before us is ancient history."

"You should ask Julie," George said. "It wasn't her, but she knows who."

"Maybe I will. C'mon now and finish the job." She reached for his member to find it hard and throbbing, ready for her.

George moved over between her legs and raised himself up until he was between her labia, then pressed down slowly and gently.

"I'm not going to break, George."

"Just enjoying myself, Shadow."

He entered her slowly, the way well lubricated. He slid into her as far as he could. He eased out again, and returned as slowly as before. Gradually he picked up his pace. Dee Dee was starting to pant. He moved faster and faster. His own orgasm was approaching quickly.

"Soon, soon," she called. He went over the edge, his orgasm crashing down on him as he spurted into her. She came almost immediately, letting out a loud scream of joy and triumph.

"It's not supposed to keep getting better, is it?" she asked. "I don't know if I could take that."

"It should just keep getting better, Shadow. We'll learn more of what pleases the other most. Your endurance and ability to survive pleasure ought to get better, too, so there's no need to worry."

They didn't bother to dress as they put together bits and pieces to make a meal.

"I have more appetite tonight than for a while, George. Is that the sex?"

"You're just more active, sweetheart, and that's the sex and the cleaning."

That evening they went to bed early and made love a time or two again before fading into sleep.

"Love you, George."

"Love you, Shadow."

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