The Vander Hoos Sisters Part3
- 1 year ago
- 33
- 0
The Vander Hoos Sisters Part One free porn video
The Vander Hoos Sisters
By ShannonQ
Part One
PROLOGUE
The Vander Hoos sisters had just finished their breakfast. Sylvia
grabbed her walker to enter the adjacent living room. Being the
healthier of the two, Sarah stayed back to do the few dishes. She heard
the television flip on to the game show 'The Price Is Right.'
Finishing up, Sarah felt something was wrong. She hurried into the room
with the program blaring to find her sister slumped over in her chair.
She grabbed Sylvia's wrist and found no pulse.
Immediately Sarah knew that her eighty-six year old twin sister was
dead. She'd sensed this was going to happen any day because her health
had been deteriorating for over a year.
Calmly, the surviving twin, made her way to the telephone. After
finding the number she needed to call, she dialed.
"Jackie Foster," a young woman's voice answered.
"Hello Jackie, it's Sarah Vander Hoos."
"Oh! How nice of you to call."
"This isn't a pleasant call to make. Sylvia just passed away a few
minutes ago."
"Oh no," Jackie gasped. "I'm terribly sorry."
"It's all for the best," Sarah explained. "Sylvia had been in such poor
health lately. I think the brutal weather then the terrible heat took
its toll on her. So now I'm going to keep a promise we made to each
other when we were eighteen years old. We were born the same day and we
will die the same day so I am now going to kill myself. You have my
permission to write our life story."
"Please, please, reconsider," Jackie begged, tears driving her pleas.
"No dear, it's for the best. Neither of us could live without the
other. It's been that way since the day we were born. I can't be
without my Sylvia."
"You must try!"
"You have all of our diaries, journals and scrapbooks?" she asked
changing the subject.
"What you have given me, yes."
"We stopped writing about 15 years ago but you have everything. Please
be fair with us. I know that there is some dirt about us that must be
revealed."
"You know I will be fair."
"Yes I do," Sarah sighed. "Now, be a good girl and call the police. I
will have the doors unlocked. Be sure to be at the reading of our will,
you are in it. Mr. Ferguson, our lawyer,
will let you know. Goodbye, sweet child and you may start reading our
materials. By the time the police make it here, I'll be gone."
With that, Sarah Vander Hoos hung up. She lifted the phone again, heard
a dial tone and set it on the table.
Sarah pushed the heavy stand between her sister's chair and the one she
sat in. She struggled with the heavy seat until it lined up about six
inches from where Sylvia sat. She walked over to her father's portrait
on the wall, pushed it back and found the safe. She rolled the tumbler
many times until she heard a click. Pulling the handle to open the
door, she saw a large amount of cash and a medicine bottle. She took
the bottle out then locked it again replacing the picture back where it
was.
In the kitchen, she poured a glass of water then returned to Sylvia's
side. She placed her hand in her sister's, interlocking the fingers.
Putting the pill in her mouth, she took a large drink of water. The
glass tumbled out of her hand as the cyanide capsule killed her
instantly.
As soon as Jackie hung up, she dialed 911 to report the deaths of the
Vander Hoos sisters. Working several years for the Chicago Tribune, she
was well known with the police, fire department, and paramedics. In
minutes the first squad car arrived but it was too late.
ONE
After crying in her office at home for almost an hour, Jackie Foster
called a cab. The police called to tell her that both Vander Hoos
sisters were gone. Now she waited for the taxi to come.
Jackie was tall and slim, had perky breasts, long red hair, green eyes,
nice butt, and though she wore very tight jeans, Jackie possessed 42"
shapely legs. She stood a little over six foot-two in her boots with 3"
heels. She wore a leather jacket over her T-shirt due to the cooler
weather. It was late October and winter was just around the corner.
The cab pulled up as Jackie locked the door behind her. She told the
cabbie to take her to New Town and handed him a twenty dollar bill. It
was a short ride so with that amount in his pocket, it didn't bother
him. Although she knew she had to eat, her mind was on the Vander Hoos
sisters. She'd met them only twice. The first time to get some
information on a story she was going to write about them in the Chicago
Tribune.
They were happy to receive her. She wrote a long generic article of
their riches, church and charity work and that they decided to live as
spinsters.
They were so pleased by the publicity, they invited Jackie to church
with them. After the service, the sisters entertained Jackie at a
quaint little tea and cake shop. Sarah and Sylvia then commissioned her
to write their life stories but only after they were dead. The only
condition had been that she agreed to promise not to look at the
materials until their deaths.
Jackie readily agreed and less than a week later a truck pulled up in
front of her house with the documents. The driver and helper put the
dozens of boxes in an empty room she had upstairs. She tipped the men
for their hard work but both glared at the redheaded sylph hungrily
before finally leaving. They would be talking about her beauty for the
next few days.
The cabbie dropped Jackie off at Broadway and Belmont for Chicago's
leading homosexual community called New Town. She walked briskly in the
cool weather to the Pink Rose which was one of the many lesbian bars on
Broadway. She entered the establishment to see the detested butches and
some gorgeous looking lipstick lesbians. She recognized a man in drag
flirting with a butch.
'That guy'll never learn,' she thought knowing that she'd pick him up,
take him home for sex, then get beaten near to death when she
discovered that the drag queen was a he.
She also spotted Allie, an off duty cop who was in a conversation with
a pretty blonde. Allie was not only a cop, but she held a 33rd degree
black belt in Tae Kwon Do. More than one hardcore butch ended up in the
emergency room of a hospital trying to start a ruckus in the Pink Rose
only to be kicked in the head in less than a second by Allie's boot.
She was hired by Sally, the club's owner, to keep the peace and did a
pretty good job of it. Jackie waved at her and received one in return.
Then in the back booth, she saw her former lover Ellen just as she
hoped. As Jackie approached, Ellen frowned at her. Ellen was with a
tiny girl who looked like a teenager from high school. The youth would
not have been let in without proper ID and Allie could spot a phony
easily. In the background Jackie heard some butches making remarks
about her.
"Nice ass, red!"
"Is your pussy hair as red as your head?"
"I like 'em tall. Legs and legs and more legs."
"Pussyliscious."
"She can sit on my face anytime."
Jackie ignored them.
"We've got to talk," Jackie said, ready for anything Ellen was about to
dish out.
"I'm busy, can't you see?" Ellen sneered.
"The Vander Hoos sisters are dead."
"Since when?" Ellen's angry glare lightened.
"About noon, Sylvia of natural causes, Sarah committed suicide."
"Leave us for a while, baby," Ellen told the little fragile blonde.
"Who is that?" Jackie asked, looking at the tiny girl walk away.
"She's one of those bi curious girls. Now what do you want to talk
about?"
"First I've come to apologize for what happened last winter," Jackie
humbled herself for what she did to this beautiful blonde who dressed
much like her in tight jeans, a sweatshirt, a warm jacket and long
boots with her jeans tucked in.
"Kinda late for that!" Ellen snapped.
"Better late than never, I hope. Ellen I'm so sorry."
"Yeah, but you were the one who kicked me out into the cold on my ass,
remember?"
"You don't know how many times I've regretted doing and saying those
things to you. I was having my period, I was stressed out because I
missed my deadline on an article I was writing, and I felt all the shit
in my life on my shoulders that night."
"What about the shit you threw all over me?"
"I've come to ask you to forgive me."
"That isn't the only reason," Ellen said angrily.
"It is one of the reasons."
"What are the others?"
"I need help," Jackie said choked up with tears. "You're the only one I
trust who can help me."
"The only one in the whole wide world, that's bullshit!"
"Drinks?" asked a pretty waitress who came by.
"Get her a Manhattan, seven and seven for me," Ellen ordered.
"I haven't had a Manhattan in years," Jackie dried her tears on a hanky
from her purse and blew her nose.
"The way you look right now, you need it," the stunning blonde
remarked.
"Are you going to help me?" Jackie asked. "You seen all the boxes the
sisters gave me. We've got to go through all their diaries, journals
and scrapbooks. I need a first class editor and you're it."
"Yeah, I'm the best. That's why I'm waitressing wearing my legs and
feet to the bone. And for what? Lousy tips and meager pay."
The waitress returned with their drinks, Jackie pulled out a twenty and
handed it to her. Of the eight dollars in change, Jackie gave her three
so she went away happy.
"Has Allie kicked any ass lately," Jackie asked taking a sip of her
drink. It seemed to be watered down but it was still potent.
"The other night some big butch got off her hog, came in bitching like
hell, hit one of lipsticks then Allie threw her fingers into the
bitch's throat and followed it up with a knee in the stomach and a boot
to her face. They called an ambulance, then dragged her out and Allie
had her motorcycle impounded. Cops towed it away and we haven't heard
anything from the victim since."
"Ellen," Jackie reached across and took her hand. Ellen made no effort
to remove it.
"I know this sounds like bullshit but I do need you. Even if it means
we can never be lovers again. You are a top editor. You can spot a
misspelled word and a grammatical error right off the bat. I can pay
you two thousand a month plus room and board."
"Two thousand, huh?"
Jackie nodded.
"Plus room and board?"
Jackie nodded again.
"Last I seen, you only had one bedroom."
"I still do. But I'll sleep downstairs on the couch if it means you'll
take the job."
"Lets get my shit," she finished her drink and stood up. Jackie drained
hers and they walked out. Not before Ellen whispered in the tiny young
girl's ear and kissed her on the cheek.
Both being nonsmokers they felt the cold fresh air in their lungs. As
they walked north to Belmont Avenue. The downing of their last drinks
had effected them both.
"I smell like an ashtray of Marlboro cigarettes," Jackie complained
that her clothes reeked.
"Bet our hair smells that way too."
"What did you tell that pretty little thing back there?"
"I pointed to Laura who was sitting alone. I told her to go over and
keep her company. Knowing Laura, if they do go to bed, she'll treat her
sweet and gentle."
"Yeah she will," Jackie agreed.
Five minutes later they entered Ellen's little flat. After closing and
locking the door, Ellen lunged at Jackie throwing her on the bed and
kissing her passionately on the mouth. Surprised, she quickly
reciprocated and both were locked into a lover's embrace. Jackie
couldn't remember if she took off her own clothes or Ellen undressed
her. It took them only seconds to orgasm but they kept at it for the
next two hours.
"That was great," Ellen gasped.
"Sure was," Jackie agreed. "I never expected it."
"I've always loved you, Jackie."
"I've always loved you too, Ellen. From the first time we met."
"Friends again?" Ellen held out her pinky.
"Friends again," Jackie smiled hooking hers to her lover's
After showering together, they put new clothes on. Ellen was Jackie's
height but just a bit heavier so Jackie had no trouble wearing her
clothes. They packed, put their smoke reeked clothes in a bag except
for their warm jackets.
After flagging down a taxi, they rode to Jackie's house across from
Audubon Grade School. Right away Jackie put the smoky clothes into the
washer. Wearily, they stripped naked in the bedroom and dropped into
bed. Jackie spooned Ellen from behind and almost immediately they fell
asleep.
TWO
The next week was busy for Jackie and Ellen. They attended the funeral
of the Vander Hoos sisters at a Presbyterian Church on the north side
of the city, shopped for new warmer clothes for each, and stocked up on
groceries of all kinds. Ellen still loved those Oreos with the double
cream. Jackie made sure there were plenty of those for her.
Then there was the reading of the will of Sarah and Sylvia Vander Hoos.
They were worth over four hundred million dollars. A few individuals
received a couple of million each such as a black man called Alford
Williams who as a boy ran errands for the sisters.
Jackie received two million of which she netted a million, three
hundred thousand and change. Ms. Foster was shocked by their
generosity. Others received some money but the majority was given to
the Salvation Army an organization that Sarah and Sylvia both admired.
"We're rich," Jackie proclaimed as they settled into a taxi. In down
town Chicago there was a premium for parking so the girls took a cab to
and from the lawyer's office. Ellen didn't own a car and Jackie had a
seven year old Toyota Camry.
"We?" Ellen asked.
"Of course, we're splitting this right down the middle. Just as we are
when we finally get the book to print."
"How long do you think that will take?"
"Two years at least. You've seen the boxes of diaries, journals and
scrapbooks those sisters had? I counted over thirty boxes," Jackie
answered noticing the Middle Eastern looking driver staring at them
through the rearview mirror.
Once they arrived home the lovers stripped and went to bed. Both knew
these liaisons would be few and far between due to the heavy workload
they faced. Over dinner of spaghetti, garlic bread and wine they
discussed their schedules.
Jackie thought five days a week of reading all the materials, taking
notes, and comparing Sarah's writings with that of Sylvia's would
become the norm. They flipped a coin. Jackie got Sarah and Ellen,
Sylvia. They made love again that night and fell asleep naked with
Jackie spooning with Ellen. They slept well into the morning, took a
shower together making love one more time, dried off, dressed then got
down to business.
"You know, we should have done this before showering this morning,"
Jackie said all dirty and sweaty from the heavy lifting of the boxes.
The delivery men made it look so easy but she realized that they were
men and much stronger than the two girls.
"Yeah, we should have," Ellen agreed on her third towel dusting off the
boxes. They were spread out all over Jackie's office adjacent to the
bedroom on the second floor.
"How long were these sitting here?"
"Seven years," Jackie admitted.
"And you never peeked?"
"I was tempted but I promised them I wouldn't look at them until they
were dead. I had to keep my word."
"I don't know if I could've done it," Ellen admitted.
Eventually they separated the boxes, cut them open, stacked them by
decades, and took a break to shower again then have lunch. This time
they were too dirty and tired to play around. Lunch was grilled cheese
sandwiches and tomato rice soup along with bottled water. Having
skipped breakfast, both were famished. Each had a sandwich and a half
along with the soup.
Jackie and Ellen had their journals by dates. At three, they started
looking at the scrap books dated from 1911 to 1990. January 11th, 1911
was the announcement of their births. The next major news item was
their father's death in 1913. He had a sudden heart attack at the age
of forty.
Herman Vander Hoos was the world's largest meat packer. He owned yards
on the south side of Chicago, large ones in Kansas City and Omaha.
Trains brought cattle all the
way from Montana while Texas shipped their stock to Kansas and
Nebraska. His estimated worth at the time of his death was two hundred
and fifty million dollars.
His will was simple and to the point. Mary, his wife, received one
hundred million and the mansion they lived in. Each child received in
trust one hundred and twenty-five million each when they reached the
age of twenty-one.
Jackie and Ellen flipped the pages finding their pictures in the papers
almost weekly. Mary Vander Hoos loved to entertain people. She had sit
down dinners at least once a week plus lavish birthday parties for her
two children. Newspapers printed Mrs. Vander Hoos' entertainment. She
invited all the important people in the Chicago area. It was the place
to be seen so many local celebrities of all kinds gladly attended.
In 1932 Mary suffered breast cancer and she died the same year so Sarah
and Sylvia inherited the entire fortune. There was no tax on
inheritance back then so the girls only had to pay income taxes on the
principle of the monies received. They had the top lawyers and
accountants to find legal loopholes to shelter them.
Sarah and Sylvia grieved for their mother by not leaving their home for
at least a year except to go shopping for clothes. They bought the best
fashions that the early 1930's dictated. The only other time they were
out was to see the latest movies. Both loved the Thin Man series with
William Powell and Myrna Loy.
In the 1940's they were helping the country getting people to buy war
bonds. The Vander Hoos sisters gave five million dollars each toward
the war effort. Though they claimed to be Republicans, they gave their
time generously to help defeat Germany, Italy and Japan.
They attended almost all the war rallies along with movie and radio
celebrities to the vast crowds of people that were present. Their
fashions equaled that of the highest female movie stars. They were at
the height of their beauty and deemed the most eligible women in the
entire Midwest.
Sarah and Sylvia dined with the important people in local and federal
politics, stars of stage, screen and radio. They put in much time and
effort to these projects. Being in their early thirties, there were
ample males wanting their attention. For show, the Vander Hoos' allowed
such liberties but they always went home alone in their Rolls Royce
which was one of the last purchased from England before Hitler's Blitz
on London and major shipping cities.
After the war they sought publicity helping the poor in the Chicago
area. They gave generously to those in need. They had soup kitchens,
free food outlets, rental allowances, and help for fuel.
Especially in 1948 when John L. Lewis called for the United Mine
Workers to go on strike. President Truman used the power of the Taft-
Hartley Act to force the miners back to work. Truman also stated that
he was prepared to draft all miners and railroad workers into the army
putting them into the federal service. All of this post-war unrest in
the United States didn't bother the sisters. They just went on with
their lives, doing charity work and other things that could use their
influence and help.
In the 1960's and 70's the Vander Hoos sisters voluntarily faded from
the limelight. More and more they had little or nothing to do with
making public appearances. The twins very seldom went out except for
church on Sundays. They still kept up with their charity work but only
by donating millions of dollars each year.
Back in the late 50's there was a fire at the City of Angels parochial
school that killed 100 children. The sisters wept watching the tragedy
on television and they saw that the Salvation Army was there lending a
hand where needed.
Besides coffee and doughnuts they provided special counselors who
talked to parents who had just lost their children, and the few kids
that survived the raging inferno. Right there and then the twins
decided to leave all their fortune to that organization. They were
giving without asking anything in return. It had a profound impact upon
the aging sisters.
In the 80's they were not remembered until an aspiring reporter named
Jackie Foster looking for a human interest story came across them from
the Tribune's micro-fiche room. Jackie was surprised to see their phone
number listed in the Chicago phone directory. She called them and
received a warm reception.
Jackie was invited over for tea and the sisters admired the young
journalist's beauty. They agreed to be the subjects of her article.
They supplied her with an over abundance of information on their lives.
Jackie took dozens of pictures then left to write her column. Normally
she detested these human interest stories but she was fascinated by the
twins so she put her heart and soul into this one.
After editing it all down she smiled with satisfaction that this was
her best yet. It ran ten days later and the Vander Hoos girls were more
than thrilled by it. It was the last entry into their scrapbooks.
"Well, what do you think?" Jackie asked noticing it was well past
midnight. Except for a tuna fish salad sandwich, chips and coca-colas
had been their only break.
"We've got a good thing to run with but we've got to go through all
their diaries and journals. It looks like it will be months, even years
before we get finished."
"Yeah, this is only the tip of the iceberg," Jackie agreed. "My eyes
are burning. Lets call it a day."
"I want a shower," yawned Ellen who stretched her arms.
"Me too," Jackie smiled.
The two showered together washing each other down and rinsing. Once
dried, both rubbed lotion all over their bodies before going to bed
just past 2am. The pair was so exhausted from the day's work that
neither of them thought of lovemaking. Naked, Jackie spooned herself to
Ellen again as they quickly fell asleep.
THREE
Jackie was the first to awaken. Ellen felt nice and warm as the Chicago
weather took a turn for the worst. She kissed Ellen on her back several
times but when she received no response, she got up and dressed into
her cotton panties, tight jeans, T-shirt with no bra, heavy white socks
and her old black walking shoes.
She sneaked out of the room and downstairs to make breakfast. This was
oatmeal time since it was so cold outside. She made that with a little
milk, sprinkled it with enough sugar to make it sweet, made a pot of
tea, with toast and jam. Just as she was finishing, Ellen walked in
clad only in her panties and heavy cotton robe.
"Damn it's like an icebox in here," she complained.
"You're a popsicle," Jackie joked. Both had messy hair as neither had
bothered to fix it.
"What do you mean?"
"I was kissing your back and neck a little while ago. I didn't get a
response so I came down here. I was horny at the time."
"You're horny all the time," Ellen joked.
"And you're not?"
"Touche," Ellen took a sip of tea.
"Ready for another day?" Jackie sat down opposite her nibbling on a
piece of toast.
"Yes, I am," Ellen smiled. "I've been waiting to get at those diaries
and journals."
"So am I, Sweetie."
After breakfast, they quickly washed the dishes, went upstairs using
the same bathroom mirror to brush their teeth and fix their hair. Both
put their manes into ponytails. While Ellen put on her clothes, Jackie
picked up the first of Sarah's entries. The very first sentence shocked
her.
"OH SHIT!" Jackie bellowed.
"What is it?" Ellen ran to her.
"Take a look at this!"
'Samuel and I were born on January 11th, 1911.'
"Shit!" Ellen repeated Jackie's comment.
"Sylvia was born a male," Jackie gasped, being thrown for a loop. "Was
he a male all the time and a crossdresser?"
"Let me get Sylvia or Samuel's point of view," Ellen hurried to her
pile.
Jackie returned to Sarah's writings.
"Nothing!" Ellen slammed the book with a loud snapping sound. "She
doesn't make any entries until 1935. "Damn it."
"The date of Sarah's entry is October 18th of 1929."
"That would make them over eighteen," Ellen declared. "I wonder why
they waited so long."
"Their father was dead, mother was alive and didn't die until 1932. So
Mary was still alive and well at the time. I'm going to read on, you
can pickup where Sylvia or Samuel begins. Maybe there's a clue there."
Sarah gave a brief view of their lives that Jackie already knew about
through her interviews and the scrapbooks. The journal dated past 1934.
"Oh hell, another revelation," Jackie muttered.
"What is it?"
"Both were sexually active with each other!"
"Well that will spice things up," Ellen grinned. "Brother and sister
incest."
"Yeah, no wonder they wanted to be dead before we did this research."
Jackie moved on.
'When we were fourteen, Samuel and I had our first sexual encounter. He
would sneak from his room to mine. When he came in, he locked the door
and pulled off his pretty nightgown. I was already waiting for him. We
kissed while he stroked my budding breasts. His touch was so tender as
he played with my nipples. He would rub his hard penis along my sex
giving me wonderful feelings. It was I who suggested that he take me in
my rectum. That was when we were sixteen. Before that I would have my
orgasms without him putting his penis in me. He sometimes would lick me
down there which made me want to scream. Once I was satisfied, I would
suck his sex until he had his orgasm in my mouth. I loved my brother so
much, I swallowed all that he squirted into me.'
"Damn," Jackie eyes were still on the book. "This reads like a porn
novel. It's got to be true. No girl of seventeen could make these
things up."
"Do you think she just made it up?"
"How could two sheltered children of fourteen make this up?"
'Samuel and me went with Mother shopping. We both dressed like young
girls. Needless to say we were very pretty. Mother permitted Samuel to
dress like me because he wanted to be a female too. We picked out
identical outfits for certain occasions like her dinner parties, balls,
even our coming out as d?butantes.
'Many times we just bought the same looking clothes but in different
colors to show our individualism. Mother bribed someone to get pills
for Samuel to take so he could grow breasts. What happened as time went
by is he stopped having erections from his sex. But he was happy by his
dressing fantasies. I think Mother knew of our intimacies however she
said nothing to us.
'When the stock market crashed, we lost very little. All of our monies
were into bonds and other investments that weren't effected by the big
loss. Many millionaires who used to come to our fancy parties went
broke.
'One man sold his one hundred thousand dollar house for twenty-five
thousand which gave him enough money to start over. His poor wife
became depressed by the financial losses died of self poisoning. This
man took the twenty-five thousand and started a junk yard on the near
northside of the city. It took him over ten years but he became a multi
millionaire again. He showed that it could be done if you have youth,
patience, and the willingness to work hard. He ended up remarrying
again to a very young beautiful girl of twenty just after the war
started.'
"This is very interesting," Jackie said. "It not only tells of things
of a personal nature but how some handled the depression."
"I'm there now," Ellen responded. "It looks like Samuel had his Mother
get his birth certificate changed to Sylvia in 1930."
"Money gets one anything," Jackie agreed.
'Mother still held her wonderful dinner affairs but the people who came
were different. They were more of the politician types than plain old
wealthy people as before. Some came for loans. At first, Mother was
generous with them. But over the next few years she became ill with her
breast cancer and couldn't do anything for them. She suffered in pain
for almost a year before dying. We were so sad but at the same time
relieved that she didn't have to suffer any longer.'
"Okay, I'm at the point where Mary dies and is buried," Jackie said.
"What does Samuel say of anything in their lives."
"He or she is saddened by her mother's death too but that isn't entered
until 1935. He tells of great pains he experienced in the past. It
happened two years before but he doesn't say what it is."
"I'm getting close to 1933," Jackie averred.
Both concentrated on the individual's writings.
Liesl
- 28.05.2020
- 23
- 0
The Vander Hoos Sisters Part 2
- 4 years ago
- 17
- 0
Vander Mullen s Good Wife Uncovering of Black Cock Sluts is Overdue
- 2 years ago
- 39
- 0
