Wicked Obsession (12 page)

‘I wonder who lived here?’ Hayley wondered, looking around the room. ‘It’s obviously been empty for decades, but someone must have lived here.’

‘It was probably a gamekeeper’s cottage,’ Alan replied. ‘Presumably someone still owns it.’

‘I think the woods belong to the Somerset Estate.’

‘It’s an ideal place for lovers,’ Alan said, laughing as he watched Hayley for her reaction. ‘It’s a great place for screwing.’

‘You’re right,’ Hayley said, much to Anne’s surprise. ‘Thanks for bringing me here, Alan. Most people I go out with take me to pubs, and I find that so boring.’

‘You like a little excitement?’

‘Yes, yes, I do. My job is very demanding and I never seem to have any fun. I don’t know what it is about the boyfriends I’ve had but they all seem to be so boring. I’m seeing a chap called Robin, and he’s as boring as hell.’

‘I could give you some excitement,’ Alan said, again watching for her reaction. ‘I may be an old man but—’

‘What sort of excitement?’ Hayley cut in.

‘I’ll show you.’

Anne reckoned that Hayley was about to scream and flee the house as Alan unzipped his trousers and hauled out his erect cock. Pressing her nose to the window, she frowned as Hayley knelt in front of him and took his solid shaft in her hand. What the hell had come over her sister? Anne wondered as she
retracted
his fleshy foreskin and gazed longingly at his swollen knob. Taking his purple globe into her mouth, she tugged his trousers down and cupped his full balls in her hand.

Sucking and gobbling on Alan’s cock, Hayley was obviously enjoying herself. But Anne was stunned. She couldn’t believe that this was her prudish sister sucking an old man’s cock. For someone who’d never experienced an orgasm, she seemed to be well into sex. The thought occurred to Anne that Alan might think Hayley was better than her. The way she was gobbling and slurping on his bulbous knob, she was doing a good job. Did she give a better blow job than Anne?

This was a sight that Anne had never thought she’d see. Hayley was moving her head back and forth, repeatedly taking Alan’s purple plum to the back of her throat and kneading his heavy balls with her free hand. It was no wonder that Dave had gone to the park with Hayley, Anne reflected angrily. This also explained why Dave had never made a sexual advance towards Anne. All along he’d had Hayley’s mouth to fuck, her tight pussy to sink his cock into. Hayley was a bitch, Anne thought, determined more than ever to retaliate.

Fuming as Alan announced that he was coming, Anne wished again that she’d brought her camera with her. Thinking about blackmailing her sister, taking photographs and leaving them around the house for her parents to see, she stared wide-eyed as Hayley slipped Alan’s huge knob out of her mouth and allowed his spunk to splatter her face. His male milk rained over her nose and ran down her cheeks as she opened her mouth and sucked again on his orgasming knob.

Anne gazed at the incredible sight as Alan watched Hayley sucking on his solid cock and swallowing his
fresh
spunk, and she began to wonder whether her big sister had lured not only Dave but her previous boyfriends into the woods for crude sex. It was odd to think that Rick had said that Hayley was no good, she reflected. And why hadn’t Robin made a move towards the girl? Hayley was obviously a slut, so why hadn’t she pulled Robin’s trousers down at the first opportunity?

‘I love a good facial,’ Hayley said, slipping Alan’s cock out of her mouth as his sperm flow finally stemmed.

‘Obviously,’ Alan gasped. ‘That was the best blow job I’ve ever known.’

‘People think that I’m a prude,’ she said, with a giggle. ‘God knows why.’

‘So what are you into? Sexually, I mean.’

‘Anything and everything.’

Taking her skirt off, Hayley pulled her knickers down and exposed her neatly trimmed blonde pubes to Alan’s lecherous gaze. She had a good figure, Anne thought enviously as her sister slipped her top off and unhooked her bra. Standing naked in front of Alan, Hayley proudly displayed her ample breasts, her elongated nipples, and Anne realised that her wicked plan had backfired on her. Hayley was blonde, extremely attractive with a lovely body and large breasts … Nothing had changed, Anne mused dolefully. Hayley was better than her in every way, and nothing would ever change that.

‘You’re perfect,’ Alan breathed as he looked Hayley up and down, heightening Anne’s anger. ‘I can honestly say that you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.’

‘Does that include my sister?’ Hayley asked him as he reached out and squeezed the full mounds of her firm breasts.

‘It includes everyone. Your sister is good company in the pub, she enjoys a laugh, but you really do outshine her.’

‘You’re just saying that,’ Hayley returned, giggling as he knelt before her and planted a kiss on the swollen lips of her pussy.

‘No, no. I mean it, Hayley.’

‘Well, you’d better prove it and give me a good licking. I could do with a massive orgasm.’

Anne realised just how wrong she’d been about her sister as Alan repeatedly ran his tongue up and down Hayley’s sex crack.
I could do with a massive orgasm
. Rick too had been wrong about the girl, she reflected. Why had he thought that Hayley had never experienced an orgasm? After checking her watch, Anne left her hide and dashed through the woods. She had plenty of time to get her camera, she knew as she headed home. Alan and Hayley were in no rush and would no doubt spend a long time enjoying crude sex in the derelict house.

Avoiding her mother as she crept up the stairs and grabbed her camera from her room, Anne slipped out of the house unseen and sprinted back to the woods. Hayley would be fucking Brian next, she thought angrily as she neared the derelict house. Anne’s idea had been to steal Hayley’s boyfriends, not share her men with the girl. Settling in the bushes, Anne switched her camera on and peered through the broken window.

Hayley was bent over the back of the old armchair, yelping like a dog as Alan repeatedly spanked the rounded cheeks of her firm bottom. Anne took several photographs and decided to print a few copies and pass them around the pub. That’ll teach the bitch to steal my boyfriends, she thought in her wickedness. Realising that half the men in the pub would be
chasing
after the girl once they’d seen the photos, Anne bit her lip. Then she grinned. Hayley’s boss might be interested to discover the shocking truth, she mused. Hayley was doing so well in her job but if her boss saw the photos … There again, she’d probably landed the top job because she’d dropped her knickers.

‘Do my arse,’ Hayley cried as Alan drove his erect penis deep into her hot pussy. ‘I haven’t had a huge cock up my bum for weeks.’

‘Anything you say,’ Alan breathed, slipping his solid shaft out of the girl’s dripping vaginal sheath and stabbing at her tight anus with his bulbous knob. ‘Here it comes,’ he said, chuckling.

‘God, yes,’ Hayley breathed, her body visibly shaking as he drove the entire length of his rock-hard member deep into her tight rectal duct.

Anne had always thought that Hayley was refined and ladylike and, again, she couldn’t believe that this was her sister with an old man’s cock embedded deep in her tight arse. As she took more photographs, Anne thought it was a shame that Hayley wasn’t in a relationship with someone she loved and planned to marry. Anne knew that Rick and Robin screwing the likes of her little sister wasn’t going to bother Hayley at all.

As he pumped his sperm deep into Hayley’s bowels, Alan repeatedly spanked her rounded buttocks while the girl whimpered and writhed over the back of the armchair. Anne watched her sister in disbelief – the sheer satisfaction depicted in her expression, her naked body shaking uncontrollably – as Alan repeatedly rammed his solid cock deep into her rectal duct and drained his swinging balls.

‘What are you up to?’ someone said as Anne took another photograph.

‘Get down,’ Anne whispered, turning to find Brian looking down at her.

‘What’s going on?’ he asked, kneeling beside her.

‘Alan is in the house, screwing my sister.’

‘God,’ Brian said softly, peering through the window. ‘She’s a real beauty.’

‘Don’t
you
start,’ Anne whispered through gritted teeth. ‘I’ve had enough of men chasing after my sister.’

‘Why are you taking photographs?’

‘It’s a long story.’

‘I don’t understand. You’re out here, taking photos, and—’

‘Shut up, Brian. They’ll hear you if you’re not careful.’

‘I think I’ll go and join them,’ he whispered. ‘She really is a little beauty.’

Leaving the bushes, Anne walked into the woods and sat on a log. Why the hell did everyone compliment Hayley? she wondered irritably. Her sister had big tits and a lovely body but … It must be her tits, she concluded as Brian joined her on the log. Men obviously liked big tits. Shaking her head as Brian once more praised Hayley’s naked body, Anne knew that she’d never beat her big sister. Hayley was prettier, her tits were bigger, and she was better at sex.

‘Are you jealous?’ Brian asked her.

‘Yes, I am,’ Anne admitted. ‘She’s always been better than me. She did well at school and college and university, she has a well-paid job and a new car and—’

‘Hey, hey,’ Brian said softly, placing his arm around her shoulders. ‘I didn’t mean that she’s better than you. You’re amazing.’

‘Yes, and her tits are bigger.’

‘I don’t like big tits, Anne. Not all men like big tits, believe me. Besides, you’re even younger than she is and men love young girls.’

‘I know,’ Anne sighed. ‘It’s just that all my life I’ve had to put up with Hayley doing well at everything. She gets all the praise, she’s perfect, she’s—’

‘Are you going to use the photographs to get your own back in some way?’

‘That was the idea, yes.’

‘Well, make sure that you blot out Alan’s face. You don’t want to get him into trouble.’ Grinning, Brian pulled her close. ‘You’d be better off setting her up in some way.’

‘How?’

‘I don’t know. How about getting men to phone your house? They could ask for Hayley, ask how much she charges for sex.’

‘So my mum answers the phone and a man asks her how much Hayley charges for sex?’

‘Your mum will answer the phone to several different men every day. They’ll think that’s she’s Hayley and ask how much she charges for a blow-job or anal sex and—’

‘Yes, that’s a good idea,’ Anne cut in. ‘The thing is, I don’t know any men who would do it.’

‘I’ll do it. I can put on different voices. I’ll ring several times a day and—’

‘Yes, do it,’ Anne said excitedly. ‘I’ll give you the phone number.’

Taking a pen and paper from his jacket pocket, Brian chuckled as she wrote her number down. ‘Your mum will think that Hayley’s on the game,’ he said. ‘And if you inadvertently leave a photograph somewhere where your mother will find it …’

‘It will all add up to my big sister working as a prostitute. The trouble is,
I
’m the prostitute.’

‘You are silly, Anne. I gave you some money to help you out. OK, so we had sex. But the money was just to help you out.’

‘You are nice,’ she breathed, smiling at him. ‘But I
am
a prostitute – there’s no other way to put it.’

‘They’re leaving the house,’ Brian whispered, peering through the bushes.

‘They might be going to the pub. Shall we follow them?’

‘Yes, I could do with a beer.’

Walking through the woods with Brian, Anne realised that her perspective on her quest to get her own back on Hayley had changed. There was no point in bothering about the girl, she decided. Unless Hayley fell in love and planned to marry, there was no point in trying to destroy her relationships. Knowing Hayley as she now did, Anne reckoned that she wouldn’t bat an eyelid if she discovered that her little sister was screwing the same men that she, Hayley, was seeing.

Following the unlikely couple, Anne watched as Alan went into the pub and Hayley walked on. Brian reckoned that Hayley was going home and suggested that they should go and have a drink with Alan, but Anne was more interested in her sister. Hayley was heading away from home, towards the other side of the village, and Anne wanted to know where she was going. Arranging to see Brian in the pub later that evening, she followed Hayley.

Keeping her distance, she slipped behind a parked car as Hayley walked up a path to a small cottage and rang the doorbell. What the hell was Hayley up to? she wondered as a man in his forties opened the door and invited Hayley in. Feeling like a thief in the night, Anne slipped into the front garden and spied through the open window. Hayley was in the lounge, kissing
the
man and giggling. Was this another one-night stand? Anne mused.

‘Sorry I’m late,’ Hayley sighed, flopping onto the sofa. ‘I was held up at work.’

‘No problem,’ the man said as he poured two glasses of wine. ‘I suppose you didn’t have time to talk to your parents?’

‘No, I … I haven’t had a chance.’

‘You haven’t decided yet, have you?’

‘Yes, I have. The thing is …’

‘Hayley, I rang your office and they said that you’d gone home.’

‘All right, I lied. I had to do some thinking, Jack.’

‘I just want you to decide one way or the other. I’ve waited two years for you, Hayley. I’ll wait another two years, if that’s what it takes.’

‘I’ve decided to marry you.’

Clutching her camera, Anne couldn’t believe what her sister was saying. She’d never heard of Jack, and she was sure that Hayley hadn’t mentioned him to her parents. Marriage? she wondered, frowning as she tried to get comfortable on the rough ground beneath the window. Realising that Hayley led a very dark and secret life, she wondered what the hell her sister had been doing, fucking an old man when she was thinking about marrying someone else.

‘I have to get home,’ Hayley said as she finished her wine. ‘I’ll talk to my parents, if my little sister isn’t hanging around.’

‘That’s great. Will you ring me later and let me know the outcome?’

‘Yes, I will.’

‘I’m forty-five and you’re only twenty-two but—’