Kissing Cousins 8

Lara cut her wrists free, then the ropes binding her ankles. She came up to her feet slowly. Every muscle ached. She looked in the mirror. Her skin was red with the exertion of her muscles. Her wrists and ankles had welts ringing them. She doused them with cold water, then went into the bedroom to free Sam with a careful avoidance of her reflection in the mirror.

She immediately slashed the rope that held Sam’s legs back. That done, she pushed Sam onto her side and freed her wrists and ankles. Finally Lara rolled Sam onto her back and straddled her. Took her wrists and rubbed circulation back into them. Sam moaned softly, shuddered, and then breathed easier with Lara helping her through the pangs of her numbness coming undone.

“You know what we should do?” Lara giggled, rolling off Sam and dropping to the carpet next to her. “We should hunt those bleeding bastards down and give them a Glasgow kiss.”

Sam groaned and sat up, cracking her aching neck. “It was your idea in the first place. ‘They said they have the map, Sam. Whyever would they lie? If they don’t have it, I simply won’t pay one ruddy pound to them.’”

“I don’t sound like that,” Lara retorted. “And I was ready for an ambush, just not that much of an ambush. They practically had a private army!”

“I suppose we should count ourselves lucky that all they did is strip us and tie us up,” Sam reflected. “They could’ve been some real perverts.”

“Yes, wouldn’t that be awful,” Lara said, suddenly smiling. “Real professionals to leave in such a hurry. They didn’t even cop a feel. It makes me wonder what would’ve happened if they’d really cut loose.”

“And just imagine if they’d filmed it. We might never live it down. They could blackmail us with that sort of thing for years. Who knows how many sexual favors they might extort from us?”

Lara looked oddly at Sam. Sam looked innocently back at her. Then they both broke into laughter.

“They’d have to send us a copy!” Lara exclaimed, bubbling with laughter. “So we could be sure they’d really recorded it!”

Laughing, Sam shook her head and looked up at the ceiling. “You’re really sick, you know that. I wouldn’t really have enjoyed that! Ook, how awful.”

“Oh, pish-posh. You’re the one who started joking about it.”

“No, I did not! I said we were lucky!”

“You put it in my mind. You might as well have said, ‘don’t think about them bringing in Dobermanns to shag us.’”

“Dobermanns?”

“Oi! They’re the kinky ones, not me.”

“Riiight,” Sam drawled. “Whatever floats your boat.”

“Just a worst-case scenario, love. Even gang rapists probably wouldn’t go that far. They’d probably just make us go ass-to-ass,” Lara said, smiling at her friend.

Sam glanced at her. “Ass-to-ass?”

“Yes. Wouldn’t you do that if you’d taken two beautiful women prisoner?”

“Lara, you halfway have me thinking I missed out.”

“And the other half?”

“Wondering why the fuck we ever started hanging out.”

Lara picked herself up and went to the mirror to tamp down her hair. “Be a dear and look around. See if they left us anything.”

Sam opened up her purse. “Well, they left my purse, which was nice of them, since it’s Jimmy Choo. Otherwise, we don’t even have cab fare.”

“Or clothes,” Lara pointed out. “How the bloody hell are we getting home?”

Sam held up her thumb. “Do they hitchhike in England?”

Lara grimaced. “Check the phone.”

Sam picked up the handset. Her face lit up. “There’s a dial tone!”

“Smashing. Who can we call that can drive out to the middle of nowhere and pick us up while we’re in the altogether?”

Sam winced. “Can’t think of anyone I’d like to explain this one too. Particularly not in England. Sorry, Lara.”

“S’alright. I’m rather short on options myself. I suppose we could call a taxi and hope they’re not a pervert?”

“And that they’d take an IOU.”

Lara lay down on the bed. “There is one person. I don’t much care what he thinks of me, but he’ll most likely be insufferable about this. Still, he won’t tell anyone I don’t think. And I suppose it beats being gangbanged like those wankers probably intend to do when they get back from running errands.”

“Old boyfriend?” Sam asked.

“Worse, my love. Family.”

***

Kevin came in with two spare sweatsuits from Croft Manor, sure to fit both Sam’s petiteness and Lara’s more voluptuous form.

Sam took hers and looked to Lara to see if she wanted to change in the bathroom first. Kevin was her family, after all, and if things were awkward with him, she’d back Lara’s play.

Lara was on the bed. She’d covered herself with a sheet. So had Sam—she’d used the shower curtain—but whereas Sam wrapped herself up like some wise old wizard, Lara was virtually preening.

She laid sprawled on the bed, the blanket between her legs, moving up her slender waist and curvaceous bust like a curtain draped from the hand Lara held at her shoulder. The sheet ended up swaying with Lara’s breaths, pulled away from her by the ebb and flow of the air conditioning, less a covering and more a constant contest between Lara’s fulsomeness and the inadequacy of the thin sheet to hide her.

Then Sam noticed that Kevin was all but ignoring Lara, despite her angelic beauty and the sinful curves that her slight coverage practically boasted of. “Hello there. Sam, right? How’s my wife been treating you?”

Lara looked at Kevin incredulously. “Lover, she’s just a menial. Leave her out of this,” she hissed.

But Kevin kept staring at Sam. She became flushed, especially when she noticed that Kevin was staring directly at the small hills of her breasts. She was embarrassed and a little afraid and a little curious. What would Lara’s reaction be and why was Kevin having such an effect on her?

“Don’t be harsh, doll. She’s a lovely little thing. Not much of her, no, but that just means not too much of a good thing.”

“She’s not interested,” Lara said. “She’s a little China-doll. She doesn’t want to be played with. She knows you’ll break her.”

“Oh, she’s not worried about that. She’s worried about not being played with. You don’t want to miss out, do you Sam? You don’t want her and I to leave you out of it when you could be right in the middle…”

Lara’s eyes flashed with anger, seeing the shameless lust that crossed Kevin’s face. He didn’t see Sam as an innocent girl or a guileless lesser. She was a sex object to him. The way his stare fixated on Sam’s pert, well-formed breasts left no doubt about his intentions. And worse still, Lara saw that his attention was beginning to penetrate into Sam.

She was wondering what he did to Lara to make them so familiar with each other. She was wondering what he intended to do to her.

Wrapping the sheet about herself, Lara stepped between them and shoved her finger in Sam’s face. “You stay away from him, you hussy,” she told her. “I can handle my husband all by myself! I don’t need some servant girl to help out!”

Kevin put his hands on Lara’s bare shoulders. His sharp smile caught Sam’s attention like a mouse about to be eaten by a cat.

“You sound sure of yourself, my dove,” he whispered in Lara’s ear. “Would you care to make a wager? I’ll roger the dear girl and if I still have any wick in my candle after she gives out, I’ll treat you to a lovely night on the town. Perhaps the opera and I shan’t even try to feel up your leg while those cheeky things sing.”

“She’s not married to you. Why should she be forced to look at your ugly face while you get your end away?”

“You didn’t think my face was so ugly when you were begging for me to put it between your stems.”

Lara jabbed him in the ribs and scowled. She looked back at Sam. “Don’t you mind him. He’s just talking bollocks.”

Kevin craned his head over Lara’s shoulder. “Don’t be so defensive. I’m just telling her how a bloke can go down on a bird. What’s wrong with that? The girl may not have done it yet, but I’ll just bet she’s wondered what it’s like. Haven’t you, China-doll? Or maybe it’s not blokes you’ve been worrying about. Here you are, all alone with my wife, and mother-naked to boot. What if I’d gotten held up in traffic? Would you two still have those sheets on, making sure neither of you could see each other’s good stuff, or would you be giving each other a nice private peepshow?”

Sam flushed red all the way from her hairline down into the shower curtain cradling her shoulders, but her olive complexion made it almost impossible to tell that she felt hot as a steam iron at full blast.