"It's short, asshole!" she snapped.

Al looked guilty.

"Aarr… that blonde girl in Four-B didn't have it today," he mumbled, his eyes moving shiftily.

"You gotta kick that bleached hussy out, you shit-head," Hilda snarled. Then a look of suspicion crept into her gaudily painted face. "Or are you fucking her for the rent?"

"Oh, no, darling," he protested – which was true, as well, as far as it went.

That was why Al had never demanded a fuck from Crystal. Hilda had never thought to ask him about a blow-job.

"Yeah? I wouldn't put it past you, you scumbag," Hilda growled. Her green eyes were glowing like melting jade and her red hair seemed to sizzle with electricity.

"I better check your cock," she said.

Gunderson, feeling that he was on firm ground here, opened his fly and hauled his prick out. He knelt on the bed, knowing she was too lazy to reach for it. Holding his prick in his palm, he offered it to her face.

She eyed his cock doubtfully. "It's slick," she said accusingly. Then she pressed her nose to the cock-knob and sniffed. Finding no incriminating hint of cunt-juice, she relented.

"Well, all right," she grumbled. "But if I ever find you fucking around…"

"Never, darling!" he squawked.

He had the distinct impression that she would relish catching him cheating on her so that she would have a good reason to beat the shit out of him.

Hilda was that sort of person.

She was much like a female version of Al, in fact – and there was a good reason for that.

Because they had the same last name and lived together, it was naturally assumed that they were husband and wife. But, actually both Al and Hilda were so mean natured and nasty that no one would have married either of them.

And the sordid truth of the matter was that they were brother and sister.

Hilda's massive thighs parted and her heavy haunches heaved up with an avalanche effect.