Gamble

She reached out and gently squeezed my cock, making me hiss in pleasure.

"Let me take care of this for you," she finished, beginning to stroke up and down my length.

I was lost in the pleasurable feelings. Weakly I protested, "You don't have to--"

"I know. I want to. You take care of me. Now let me take care of you," she replied, kissing along my chest.

I probably should have done more to protest. As I mentioned earlier, prior to this evening, nothing sexual happened between my sister and I. The problem, if it can be called that, is that with how busy I was, I didn't get the opportunity to date; with my sister sharing my bed, 'alone time' is in short supply. A great man once said, God gave men two heads, but only enough blood to run one at a time. And right then, the little head was in firm control.

I let my sister pump my tumescent length, and the feelings were better than anything I'd experienced before. In only a few minutes, I was close to the point of no return.

Throughout most of the handjob, Catherine was silent. She would look up at me, and when our eyes met, I'd see the love there. She would smile, then look back at what she was doing. When I was getting close though she leaned her head close to mine. She kissed her way up my jaw until she reached my ear. Then she whispered, "Kurt, you wouldn't believe how wet I get, when I watch you confront Karl. That first time when you told him he couldn't go back to the casino, I almost creamed my panties."

That was it for me. "Oh God, Cat--" I let out a grunt worthy of any bull, and released streams of my pent up seed. It blasted high into the air, and fell back on my stomach.

Throughout my orgasm, Catherine continued to pump me, drawing out my climax giving me the most pleasure. Finally, as I began to get truly sensitive, she slowed to a stop.

I turned my head to look at her, as I gasped for breath. We came together for our first truly passionate kiss. I'd love to say it was a spit swapping, tongue duel, but it wasn't. It was simply a passionate kiss showing how much we loved one another.

Catherine broke the kiss first. "Cat, eh. Is that what I am? Am I your Kitty?"

I smiled, then chuckled. I made a decision right then; it was that moment I truly accepted the change which happened in our family. "That's right! You may be Catherine to the world, but you're MY Cat."

"I love you, Kurt."

"I love you too, Sis. My Cat."

I used some tissues from the bedside table to clean my spunk off me, then we finished getting ready for bed. I didn't bother putting on shorts, I simply slid under the covers, and pulled my sister close.

***

The rest of the weekend played out almost the same as it always did, with no more sexual exploits between Cat and myself. Karl and Cat did the normal chores they do on the weekends. I tried to spend as much time hunting as I could. It was almost the end of hunting season, with not much left in season and I wanted to get as many furs as I could.

The only real change from then on, was the amount of affection Cat showed toward me. She didn't hesitate to kiss me, nor I her. We shared little touches and caresses whenever we were together, and often we could be spotted looking at each other.

When I spotted Cat looking at me, we'd share a smile before going back to whatever it was we were doing. Karl noticed, and whenever he did, he seemed to shrink in on himself a little more.

The kisses, and other small signs of endearment were the only added change to our life. Karl never commented on the confrontation, and Cat and I were happy knowing how we felt.

I suppose I'm not being completely honest with you, or myself. As I said, Karl drew in on himself. I think he knew he truly lost Catherine. That knowledge, along with all the other stress and frustration, led to depression.

A week after the confrontation, we found out what the depression meant.

We all left the house that morning at the same time. I drove Cat to the first of the many appointments she had all morning, I went to my last midterm exam, and Karl went to work.

After my exam, Cat and I went to my lacrosse practice. Because of the practice, we were later than usual getting home. Karl should have already been home, but his car was missing when I parked mine.

"Did he say if he was going to be late?" I asked.

Cat looked worried and shook her head. "He didn't say anything to me."

Immediately I had my suspicions.

Catherine grabbed the phone off the table beside the couch and called his store. Once she made it past the robotic answering service, and connected with a person she asked, "Hi there. This is Catherine Briggs-Jaeger, Karl's wife. Is he still there?" There was a pause as she listened to the person on the other end, then she said, "Thank you," and hung up.

Cat looked at me with a blank expression. "He was let go on Wednesday."

I was furious. Not only did Karl not tell us, but he acted as though he was going to work for the past few days.

Cat stepped back seeing my expression. "What?" she asked.

Though I was furious, I wasn't angry at my sister. With a concerted effort I softened my features. "I have a sneaking suspicion of where he is, and I'm going to go find him." As I finished talking, I turned towards the door.

"Kurt! Wait!"

I stopped, turning back to her.

She grabbed my hair and pulled me down for a toe curling kiss. For the first time, I felt her tongue probing at my lips, and I opened up to her. It lasted only a moment, but we expressed our passions for each other in a tongue duel. When she broke the kiss, she continued to hold me so she could stare into my eyes.

"I'm done with him. We're done with him. Bring him back here, but don't do anything that will get you arrested."

I stared into her lust filled eyes. "Don't worry, my Kitty Cat, I'm coming back to you."

"God, I'm dripping. Don't be long!"

I groaned, giving her another kiss, then turned and strode out the door.

***

Chapter 4

Despite my anger I drove the speed limit back to the city. After searching the parking lot at the track and not seeing his car, I drove to the casino. As luck would have it, the first parking spot I came across happened to be right next to Karl's car. I quickly parked, and headed into the flashy building.

Though not my first time in a casino, it was one of the first times, and all the previous times I stayed and played the slots near the doors. As with most casinos, this one was designed to draw you in, and keep you distracted. Looking around at all the lights and colours, I was a little daunted. Walking deeper into the building I was shocked at the size of it.

I knew Karl was somewhere in the building, but to find him could be like finding a needle in a haystack. I just hoped he was playing the craps table like he usually was.

By sheer luck I found him. While I searched for the craps table, I heard Karl call out in glee. I followed the sound of his voice, which led to the roulette tables.

Karl stood at the end of a table, with a sizable stack of chips in front of him, and a woman hanging on his arm.

As I strode up the spin was made. As soon as I reached Karl, opposite the woman on his arm, he let out another shout and collected his chips.

I grabbed his arm forcefully, but not aggressively. I leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Have a good day at work, Karl?"

I watched as the blood drained from his face.

He turned, stammering, "Kurt! Kurt, I-- I know I'm not at work, but I'm up! I-- I--" He trailed off at my glare.

"Collect your chips. It's time to get home," I ordered.

He was about to object, but I cut him off. "Now!"

Karl hung his head, and did as he was told.

While he collected his chips, I noted several casino staff watching us.

"Vhere are you goinz Karl?" the woman asked, pulling on his arm to turn him to face her.

I answered for him, "Home to his wife!"

She glared at me. "To zat tramp!" She looked at my brother-in-law and continued, "Karl, stay vith me. Stay vith Sasha. Stay and vin zom more!"

He looked pleadingly at me. I simply grabbed his bucket of chips, pushed it into his hand and gave his shoulder a push.

Sasha gave a sniff and walked away from our retreating forms.

When we made it to the counter to exchange his chips for money we were met by two burly men in suits.

"The owner of this fine establishment would like to speak to you two. If you both could come this way please?" the one on the left asked in a high pitched voice, before leading us away.

Fear lanced through me. Though the man politely asked, I knew without a shadow of a doubt, it was not a request.

Karl clung to his bucket of chips, and followed the man silently. The other thug followed behind us.

We were led through a service door and into a back corridor. After several twists and turns, we were brought to a boardroom full of overstuffed executive chairs.

A man in an expensive looking three piece suit stood from where he sat at the head of the table. His hair was combed back, and looked as though enough oil covered it to cause a slick in the ocean.

"Karl Briggs, it's nice to see you again. And this must be your brother-in-law, Kurt Jaeger. It's nice to finally meet you Kurt. I've heard a lot about you recently," the man stated as he held his hand out to shake.

I clasped his hand firmly. He squeezed my hand in some kind of manly show of strength, but I held my own; I didn't crush his hand, but didn't let my hand be crushed either.

He smiled as we released our hands, and gestured for us to sit.

"Kurt, you don't know me, though your brother-in-law does. I am Beverly George Wilder. The proprietor of this casino. And I've asked you both here for a couple of reasons." He looked at Karl, "I want the money you owe me." He looked at me, "And I want to get to know you."

At this point I wasn't feeling as fearful as I had been, though I held no doubt this man could make us disappear, or cause us unimaginable pain, if he wanted to.

"How much does he owe you?" I asked.

Bev smirked, "Three hundred fifty thousand."

My heart sank. Even if I sold the house, we couldn't cover a debt like that, and I knew he'd come for Catherine. My eye was drawn to Karl. While I felt like my heart was sinking, Karl clutched his bucket of chips tighter.

I glared at Karl. "How much do you have there?"

"Enough," he whined.

"Give me the bucket," I ordered in a calm voice.

He shook his head.

"Give. Me. The bucket," I ordered more forcefully.

Again he shook his head, not looking at me.

"NOW!" I shouted.

The door to the room opened and in rushed the two goons, as Karl placed the bucket on the table.

Bev watched the exchange with a little smirk on his face. He looked at the goons and said, "Bring a chip sorter please."

They nodded and left, as I collected the bucket, passing it to Bev. "Assuming there is enough, we're done?"

Bev smiled, and no one would mistake his smile for one of a good person. His smile dripped evil, yet he nodded. "If the bucket covers his debts, then the debts are clear."

I released a breath I didn't realise I was holding.

"So, we can go?" I asked.

"Not quite yet. I still want to get to know you better."

Confusion, and not a little bit of fear washed over me again. "What do you want to know about me?" I asked.

Bev leaned back in his chair, and steepled his fingers in front of his face. "Actually there is quite a bit about you that I want to know. You see, after you killed that idiot I employed, I did my research on you. Always doing well in class and on the field. Going to school for Environment & Resource Management. You're an avid hunter. Loves your family--" he glared at Karl before continuing, "--well your sister anyway." He turned back to me, and lowered his hands. "Learning all of that, only made me want to get to know you better. You're an interesting man, Kurt Jaeger."

I didn't know what to make of Bev Wilder. Everything about this man bespoke evil, or at least corrupt businessman, but at the same time, he was being polite and even conversational with me.

Before I could reply, the goons knocked and opened the door again. The one who spoke earlier rolled in a cart. He plugged the machine in. He stood to the side patiently.

Bev stood and dumped the bucket of chips into the top of the machine, and pushed the button on the front.

The machine started to rumble, and the different coloured chips fell into stacks along the front of the machine. The digital readout kept climbing higher and higher.

I let out a breath when the readout climbed over the magic number of three hundred fifty thousand. Bev smiled at me, hearing my exhale.

The machine finally stopped at a little over four hundred thousand.

Bev resumed his seat. "Karl Jaeger, your debt is cleared. You are also banned from all of my establishments from this moment forward. Now get out!"

I thought Karl was going to protest, but the goon moved forward, and guided him from the room.

Bev smiled at me. "Don't worry. He'll be waiting at his car when you leave. Back to you though."

"What do you want to know?" I asked, more than a little trepidatious.

Bev leaned back in his chair again. "As I said, I did my research on you. Since that day, when the idiot tried to rape your sister-- I did not order that by the way. If you hadn't shot him I would have-- the family dynamic of your household has changed. That change was evidenced here today. Not many people would follow the orders of their brother's-in-law, as he followed your orders, though reluctantly. I'm told your sister sleeps with you, and not him-- not that I blame her."

It was disconcerting this man knew of the family dynamic of our household, when no one visited the house in ages.

Bev sat forward eagerly, "So how about it Kurt, are you cuckolding your brother-in-law? There's no judgement from me, I just have this burning curiosity to know."

As much as I thought this man was evil, I did believe he simply wanted to know, and he wasn't judging me or my family.

Something within me, I think it was part of the change from when I confronted Karl, made me tell him the truth. "No. At least not yet. I don't know what Catherine and I are going to do about him, and then who knows."

Bev's smile widened. "That is awesome! Truly it is."

Leaning back, Bev regarded me for a moment. All of a sudden, he snapped his fingers, and leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. "I've got it. I've got a proposition for you."

***

I watched Karl pull his car up to the house, then parked beside him. As promised, when I left the casino he was waiting at his car, and I followed him home to make sure he made it there.

Cat walked out onto the porch as soon as Karl started up the stairs. She walked right up to him and slapped his face. "How dare you! Not only did you lose your job, but then you hid it from us. What are we going to do now?" She slapped his face again, then pointed inside the house. "Go, I can't even stand to look at you right now!"

With his head hung low Karl trudged into the house and up the stairs.

I reached out and pulled my sister into my arms.

She rested her head on my chest. "What are we going to do Kurt? Without Karl's income, we can't afford the bills."

I took a deep breath, and gave her a squeeze. "Do you trust me?"

She lifted her head and looked me in my eyes. "Of course. You always take care of me."

I smiled and kissed her soundly on her lips. "Good. I don't want you to worry about what we're going to do for now. I have a little bit of research to do tomorrow, but I want you to trust me, and let me take care of it."

She studied my eyes, and finally nodded.

Together we walked inside, and again I was met by the delicious smells of Cat's cooking.

Cat and I shared another delicious meal; this time she roasted a pheasant.

Throughout the meal I could tell Cat wanted to ask me a question. I held my peace, giving her the chance to ask.

Finally as we worked together to clear the table and do the dishes, she said, "I want to be done with him. If I'd known about his gambling I'd never have married him. But if I divorce him--" She looked into my eyes, "Kurt, I still want to start a family."

I set down the dishes I was carrying, and pulled her into my arms. "Well, my Kitty Cat." She smiled when I called her that. "I should be done my research by tomorrow afternoon. Then the three of us need to sit down and talk." I took a breath and made a decision to divulge a little more information. "I've been offered a job. It sounds like a dream job to be honest. That's part of the research I need to do tomorrow. Assuming all my research comes back positive, Cat, we'll be set for life. Cat, you're my woman, and if you want a baby, then I'll do what I can to make that happen."

She looked up at me, and gazed lustfully at me again. "Kurt, we're siblings."

I smiled, and leaned down and kissed her. Then I kissed her again. "Kitty Cat you're mine. Tonight and forever!" I growled. "Once we get done with the dishes, I'm taking you. I don't care about anything else."

Catherine whimpered. "Why wait then?"

Several times throughout this tale I've mentioned how I've changed, but hearing those two words, really did it. I felt like an animal possessed me. With a growl I reached down and grabbed my sister's luscious ass, and lifted her.

"Oh, Kurt!" she moaned as I carried her out of the kitchen, and up to our room.

I didn't bother closing the door to the room. I just lowered Cat to her feet and began peeling the dress off her luscious body. As soon as the dress cleared her head, I tossed it to the ground, and looked at the beauty before me. She was perfect in every way, standing in only a tiny pair of panties.

The look she was giving me was both shy and hungry, which drove me wild.

"Like what you see?" she asked, twisting her arms together in front of her, making her look like some innocent school girl.

In response I growled, and ripped my clothes from my body and tackled her to the bed. She let out a scream, I think partially in shock, and partially loving the action.

As soon as we hit the bed, I was all over her. My hands roamed her perfect body, memorizing the feel of it. Memorizing the forbidden fruit that was now mine.

We kissed, our tongues dueling. We expressed our passions to one another through our kisses.

At first all we did was some heavy petting and made out on my bed. But it didn't take long for our passion to become more. I trailed my kisses along her neck down to her collar bone, causing her to moan.

"Gawd, yes Kurt. I love you. Make love to me, please!"

I smiled as I continued to kiss my way down her body. I kissed my way up one peak then the other. I paused at her nipples, swirling my tongue around them, and briefly sucking on each one, hard. When I did that, Cat's hand snapped to the back of my head; her fingers running through my hair. She tried to hold me in place, but I was not to be stopped. I continued worshiping her body, and kissing my way down her flat stomach.

I could smell her arousal, which only spurred me on. With a smile, I kissed my way to the waist of her panties. With a growl, I ripped them from her body, tossing the scraps to the floor. Finally I nuzzled down over her neatly trimmed bush.

When I finally reached the apex between her legs, I inhaled deeply. "Cat, you smell delicious."

"Yes! Kurt, I'm yours! Eat me!"

I swiped my tongue from her hole to her clit, being sure to circle her hard nub, causing my sister to shudder. I didn't realize how close she was. That one lick was enough to set her off. Cat's back arched, and her body went rigid.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!"

***

Chapter 5