A few weeks had passed, and the two ladies with guilty secrets were starting to feel
a little more comfortable. Perhaps Richard would not kiss and tell after all.
Becky too had a secret but she did not feel guilty. On the contrary she felt
wonderful, for under Richard’s guidance she was getting public acclaim on the stage,
and now had the exciting secret love of a powerful man off it.
Richard knew perfectly well of course, that she was all the things his father
loved in a woman, and that he was bound to be smitten. He was, and Richard further
manipulated them both in a way that neither suspected, so that they soon became regular
lovers, though Gerald did have an enormous sense of guilt about starting an affair
with Becky. But oddly he felt that he was betraying Megan rather than Lydia, and
although he disliked the clandestine nature of the affair, he was glad that so far
she had not suspected anything.
Or perhaps she was too frightened to speak out.
At the same time Richard had gone out of his way to further enhance the friendliness
with his brother which, only a matter of months ago, had not existed. Of course
David was pleased, and now that he was sure that this new friendship was not just
a ploy to enter into their fathers business world, he did not feel threatened, and
responded likewise. Just as Richard hoped he would.
They had enjoyed swapping stories about their lives, activities, and especially
girlfriends. David was intrigued about the world of the stage and screen, and envious
of Richard's friendship with so many famous people, and of his shoulder to shoulder
experience with all those other glamorous people who might one day be famous.
On one occasions when the talk came round to there own girlfriends, Richard
denied, as usual, that Rebecca was in fact the 'main item' for him.
"But she is so beautiful." David said.
"I keep her on," Richard lowered his voice in a show of confidentiality, "because
she's great in bed." winking at Richard. "She just can't get enough of it, and as
you have observed she's no scrubber, so it's no hardship having her on tow."
Such a dismissive tone came as quite a shock to David, and he was even more
surprised when Richard made it clear that if he wanted to make a play for her he
would look the other way.
"After all," he smiled "I think she quite fancies you, and in any case, it would
still be in the family."
“Hang on Richard” David said, quite shocked at the way that Becky was being
traded, I can’t do that, what about Maxine?”
“Oh Maxine; is that a problem?”
“Of course it’s a problem.”
“But you don’t think long term with her do you, I mean, she’s a bit of an slapper
David was stunned. What was Richard talking about?
“We live together, we are going to get married, and I would be pleased if you
would withdraw that remark.”
“You can’t mean that David, she’s an old tart and she shags like an old tart.”
David was speechless. So stunned he didn’t know what to say. Then he found
his voice again.
“What do you mean she... she... you know... like and old tart, what could you
know about that?”
“Ha” Richard laughed out loud, “how do you think I know?”
“I don’t believe you.”
“That’s up to you little brother, but I tell you, she’s been around.”
“Why should I believe you?”
“Why should I lie to you? It’s your life, but that girl of yours came to my
room begging for it, so I had to oblige her didn’t I. What’s more, she has a lot
of bedroom tricks that I bet she didn’t learn from you.”
Richard was gloating and enjoying it, but he had to be careful. After this
he still wanted David to believe that they were friends; wanted him to believe that
he had had a lucky escape.
David dropped heavily into a chair, defeated. He had never had reason to doubt
Maxine’s fidelity, though he knew that he was not her first lover. But why should
his brother lie to him?
“I can’t believe it” was all he could manage.
“If you don’t believe it, that’s fine,” Richard said in quite a different
way, suddenly the concerned elder brother, anxious to protect his sibling, “perhaps
you should ask her.”
“How can I? what can I say?”
“Just ask her straight out, one simple question, and then it’s out in the open.”
David got up from his chair and walked slowly out of the room without saying
another word. A couple of minutes later he returned, Maxine just behind him looking
Once inside he turned to Maxine, trembling slightly but determined to go through
“Richard tells me that you went to his room and that you made love with him.”
It was a statement rather than a question, but he waited for her answer.
Maxine gasped in disbelief. Richard had betrayed her after all. She turned
away covering her face with her hands, but she could not hide the sound of her sobbing.
When she finally managed to control the tears she turned back to face the two men.
“I’m so sorry David; I’ll never know how it happened or why. Something came
over me as though I was hypnotised. I know it must sound weak, but I can’t explain.”
Her hands came up and she waved them slightly in front of her, as though searching
for the right words.
“It was only that one time and I feel nauseated just thinking about it.”
Richard had said nothing, and now, having done what he set out to do, he left
the room. David and Maxine, just stood, looking at each other, neither of them speaking;
nothing to say.
It was not long before David announced that Maxine had left the flat, and that
their relationship was over. It was a severe blow to David whose earlier relationships
had always been fleeting and unsuccessful. With Maxine he had seen the future, but
neither of them had been able to overcome the gulf that had separated them following
Particularly David, who could not dislodge the mental image of Richard’s graphic
description of Maxine as a good time girl; a charge which Maxine vehemently denied,
but beyond that she would not discuss it.
Richard had done his worst, but continued to be a ‘friend’ to his brother, helping
him through a bad time.
Inevitably, Becky, who now visited the old house with Richard every weekend,
was sympathetic and comforting, and before long David found himself looking forward
to her visits. Richard continued to insist that his relationship with Becky was
very casual, and that she remained a free agent
Of course while planting the seed of desire in David, he made no mention of
the fact that even as they spoke their father and Becky were probably making love
in one of the guest bedrooms. It was, he was sure, only a matter of time before
David and Becky would be doing the same.
Richards plan worked well. As friend and confidant to his brother, the prodigal
son to his father, and Svengali to his mistress they soon became enmeshed and under
his control, each in their own way doing his bidding. He persuaded David that a
major refurbishment and redecorating of his flat would remove all traces of Maxine,
and that Becky had natural skills in this department.
David was no match for Richard, and neither could he resist Becky’s beauty,
her softness, and her bright and breezy temperament. The flat was a perfect place
for love, and very quickly David became a willing victim, drawn irrevocably to stormy
waters by Richard’s siren.
More and more Richard’s strategy was working, and the strategy was a simple
one. Now that he had both men entangled with Becky, and she with him, it was time
to move on. Time to remove the last piece of any significance from the chess board.
Lydia. She had been a pawn who wanted to be the queen, but it was time for the
queen to be taken - again.
It was not difficult to arrange. An unexpected opportunity and Becky would
be unable to meet Gerald as planned, at their secret rendezvous. He would be home
Lydia had all but regained her former confidence, reassured by Richard’s silence
on the matter of his carnal knowledge of her, and was once more, mistress of the
house. She had noticed however that Gerald was not quite as insistent in the bedroom
as he used to be, but thought it was little more than overwork, and perhaps, a reflection
of his extra years. She could live with that, but she was a youngish woman, and
expected more attention from her man than she was getting at the moment, and did
feel a touch neglected.
Richard picked his time well. Was it just luck or another manifestation of
that ability to ‘see’ what others can’t. Whatever, on that day Lydia was feeling
particularly edgy. It had been two weeks since Gerald had made love to her, the
longest time since they had met, and she didn’t quite know how to deal with it. Some
of her uncertainty had returned, and with it the nagging fear that he may have found
It was a Saturday and Gerald told her he had to attend a conference - his usual
cover - and for the first time in ages Lydia had the house to herself. Both the
boys had engagements elsewhere, and Becky was on a studio photo shoot.
She enjoyed a leisurely shower, and being on her own with no particular plans
she was taking her time. So she was still in her bath robe when she heard noises
downstairs. Going quietly to the head of the stairs she stood and listened. There
were definite sounds coming she thought, from the kitchen, and she was just about
to go back to the bedroom to ring the police when Richard appeared, a mug of hot
coffee in his hand.
“Richard” she called out a little crossly, “you frightened me”
“I’m sorry Lydia, I thought I was alone” he lied “sorry if I startled you -
would you like a coffee”
“Yes please. I’ll be down in a minute”
“Never mind, I’ll bring it up”
Lydia went to her room knowing she would have to dress quickly, but Richard
was too fast for her. He had prepared for something like this, and the coffee was
already made. He was up the stairs and at her bedroom door in a trice. A sharp tap
on the door was the only notice he gave, and without waiting he pushed it open.
Lydia was standing by the bed naked, her back toward him. He saw immediately
the curves of her body, from the back of her neck to her ankles. Beneath her golden
hair were her slender shoulders, white and smooth, giving way to her gently rounded
back and the narrowing of her waist, and the slight hollowing of her lower back Then
came the roundness of her hips and buttocks; a shape that nature in all its eons
has found hard to equal, much loved by artist through the years, and never bettered.
Further down to the elegant tapering of her thighs, and then, the final curve of
her calves. Without a blemish, or the slightest unwanted ounce or inch, she was perfect.
Perfect or not, Lydia was understandably angry at Richards intrusion.
"Don't you know how to knock?" she asked, her irritation showing, as she quickly
reached down to retrieve her robe from the bed and held it in front of her.
"I am sorry Lydia, I didn't want to embarrass you, but I forget. In my world
I am not used to locked doors, and everyone is used to nakedness, we see it all the
"Well I'm not used to it, will you please leave while I get dressed?”
By this time he had reached the bed and put down the cup on the little bedside
table and then he stood back a pace, facing her.
"But you are so beautiful, it’s a crime to hide yourself away."
With that he reached forward and gently removed to towel from her grasp. Now
there was nothing between them, and Richard could see those other curves, hitherto
hidden from his view. Lydia seemed transfixed as if remembering their last encounter.
Once again she was unable to resist. Something in Richard had the power to overcome
her will power. She watched him with eyes that displayed not fear, but wonder.
Richard looked at her breasts, not too large and still enjoying the firmness
one might expect in a younger woman. Then the ever so slight swelling of her belly,
and the widening of her hips. And then that secret place, that gentle mound almost
hidden by a soft and golden velvety covering, before her thighs, firm and slender
took his eyes away. But not for long, for soon his eyes found hers and locked with
them for what seemed like an eternity.
No more words were spoken, but when he placed his hands at the top of her arms
she moved forward into his embrace, and his kiss. It took no more than a gentle
roll and they were on the bed, and with the minimum of time Richard was as naked
Where before Richard had been a cruel and aggressive lover, selfish and brutal,
this time he was just the opposite. And whilst the last time his grizzly looks had
added a touch of horror to their mating, this time Lydia knew only tender care, sensitive
caresses and passionate embraces.
Richards experiences in the art of lovemaking was extensive, and though he was
usually only concerned with his own pleasure, he had considerable knowledge about
how to please a woman, and Lydia was to enjoy the benefit of that knowledge.
Not for only two minutes this time, but for over an hour Richard moved and
caressed, his lips and his tongue probing and exploring, his hands caressing, his
hips never still, until Lydia could bare it no longer and cried out. Louder and
louder she cried; faster and faster Richard worked, until the combined noises of
grunts and screams and bed were deafening.
So deafening in fact that neither of them heard the sound of the car as it came
up the drive, or the sound of the key as it unlocked the front door.
But Gerald could hear it as soon as he walked into the house, and he entered
the bedroom just in time to witness the final clamorous crescendo of the love duet
For some minutes Richard and Lydia lay still, just as they had come to rest
after that moment of climax; neither wanting to move, neither having the energy to
do so, and neither aware of Gerald’s presence until he spoke.
“Congratulations ... that was a fine performance ... perhaps you would both
like to join me downstairs.”
Richard had turned another page of his master-plan, and, just as he expected,
Lydia was despatched the following day. But he had no feeling of guilt. Lydia had
enjoyed one of his finest performances, and his father was now free to pursue Becky.
All Richard had to do was to convince him that he had done him a favour.
“How do you make that out?” he asked angrily when, just after Lydia had gone,
and Richard was trying to calm him down
“Lydia was in your way; I could see that. It was obvious you were chasing Becky.”
“Obvious! ... obvious?” he said again, but after a moments silence he asked
“was it that obvious?”
“Yes it was, and it was also obvious that you caught her a few times.”
“Oh my god; poor Lydia; what must I have been putting her through?”
Richard didn’t bother to explain that it hadn’t been quite as obvious as he
made out, and that he was getting a full report on all his goings on with Becky,
from Becky. But it suited him to know that his father was hurting. It pleased him
to think that soon he would be hurting a lot more
Like most successful ploys, it mastery was in its simplicity.
Give then what they wanted, but let them work for it, and then let them pay
for it. The two men both wanted Rebecca, morning noon and night they wanted her.
Rebecca wanted style and fashion, rich living and the trappings of high society.
She got them all, and by a little slight of hand, it seemed to be Gerald who was
She wanted stardom, and though it was Richard who made sure that she got it,
he carefully set up social meetings between David and some show business folk. Other
coincidental happenings, along with whisperings in many ears, so that Rebecca started
to believe that it was David who was responsible. David got the credit and she expressed
her gratitude in the way that David most wanted.
David’s newly transformed flat with its wonderful views over the shallow Thames
valley, became a perfect love nest.
Richard's task in the scheme was to plan Rebecca's movements carefully so that
she was only available to one or the others, but never both. And with just enough
time between visits to keep the excitement high, and their desire strong. All he
had to do now was to wait until they reached the point of critical damage. When
the two men would 'accidentally' find out about each other. He shivered in anticipation
as he imagined the anger they would feel; each feeling betrayed by the other, and
both betrayed by Becky.
As the time went by, moving ever closer to the climax of his plan, Richard's
excitement grew. But he never relinquished his hold on Becky, never stopped reminding
her that regardless of how it seemed, he controlled them all, and that as long as
she played her part she would have everything her heart desired.
Except love. She had confused passion and thrills, affluence and high living
with Gerald, and thought it was love. She was also being recognised as an actress
- unaware of the strings that were being pulled - and living life full of excitement
and artistic expression with David. She thought that was love too.
She was living a life style that most would envy; a life that very few would
"What more could a girl want?" Richard would frequently remind her.
Rebecca thought she had everything. She thought she was happy. No longer at
the mercy of the producer’s couch, for Richard made sure that she was not pestered
by them, and, as he knew that she had all the ‘love’ she wanted from Gerald and David,
he withdrew from the bedroom, but not from her mind.