Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for adults in
locations in which

   it is legal.  If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read.  This is a
copyrighted work.

   Reposting or any other use strictly prohibited without the express,
written permission of the

   copyright holder, except may by posted as part of a review or posted to
free-access,

   noncommercial archive sights.



   Copyright 1998 by E.  Z.  Riter.



   Email address: ezriter@hotmail.com



   This is a repost of a fifty-two chapter mind control, multi person
romance.



   Please!  Give me your comments.





   MY INHERITANCE



   Chapter 29



   Family Time



   With Mom, Dad, Abby, Betty and Cathy all watching, unblinking and in
shock, I rolled

   Andy off me.  She did not even groan when her head thudded against the
floor.  She was

   splayed out in all her naked glory, which is quite glorious I will
admit, but I knew she

   would be mortified to have them see her this way.  Why, you ask, would a
woman who

   screamed for a man to fuck her up the ass as she was bound over a
whipping horse in a

   New York City bondage club watched by several hundred people, be
embarrassed by being

   seen naked by four women and a man in her own home?  Hell, I don't know,
but she

   would.



   Cathy saw my desperate glance, grabbed a comforter and threw it over
Andy.  I heard

   Mom gasp as I stood to pick up and carry her to the bedroom where I lay
her on the bed

   and covered her over.  When I kissed her lightly on the lips, her eyes
popped open and she

   pushed me away.



   "No, Davy.  Too tired.  Too sore," she mumbled before she fell asleep
again.  I slipped on

   some chinos and returned to the living room.  My family had not moved.
Dad was staring

   at the place Andy had been and his cock was at attention.  In his mind,
he was still seeing

   Andy naked and the thought of her body was driving him wild right now.
Mom had

   noticed Dad, too.  She was eyeing him thoughtfully.



   "So, everyone had a good time in Aspen?"



   "Great time," Dad said.  We all started talking about everything but the
sight they saw when

   they came in.  Cathy just had to know.



   "What happened to Andy?"



   All right.  Here is a dilemma.  All of them were programmed by Uncle
Bert to be my

   kittens, except Dad who was a horny old tom cat.  But, they were not
currently under

   programming so anything I said or did would be received by them as if
they had never

   been programmed.



   How to answer?  Honesty in family relations is important, you know.



   "She had one hell of an accident skiing yesterday.  Took a real bad
tumble coming down a

   black diamond slope."



   No one was buying that.  In for a dime, in for a dollar.



   "She was lucky she did not break anything.  It was a really bad
accident."



   "Oh?" Abby said.  "How does one get a hickey on a tittie in a skiing
accident?" The three

   sisters giggled nervously as they watched Mom for her reaction.  Five
days ago they would

   have received a long lecture on both their language and the proper
subject for discussions

   by young ladies.  The programming I gave Mom held.  She just smiled and
said, "I bet

   Davy gave her the hickie.  What do you think, Charlie?"



   "I don't know.  But, I know I need to lay down for a while.  Why don't
you come with me,

   Alice?"



   "I think I will.  I could use a short nap myself." They must have been
real tired because

   they ran for the bedroom.



   "Can you believe it?  I think Mom and Dad went to fuck," Betty said
after the bedroom

   door was safely closed.  All three started babbling about the general
ramifications of

   knowing your parents are off fucking, which has been a topic of
discussion between

   parents as well as children since time immemorial.  I watched my
sisters.



   Ever since Uncle Bert, in that first message Andy gave my six months
ago, said he had

   fucked all three of my sisters and all of my female cousins, I had
wondered what they

   would be like in bed.  As you remember, I had Cathy the other night.  I
planned to have

   Cathy again but Abby and Betty were different.  Sure, I loved them and I
would do

   anything for them.  I just never wanted to fuck them.  Well, maybe a
little, but not enough

   to even beat off with them as the fantasy and certainly never as much as
I wanted Cathy.  I

   beat off thinking about her many a time.  It occurred to me that knowing
Uncle Bert had

   fucked them made me want them just to have them, almost like a prize or
sharing a reward

   a friend had, not because they were desirable women and wonderful
individuals in their

   own right.  Was that the devil dog?  Or, was that just being male?



   I was contemplating and they were gossiping when the back door opened
and Mary called

   a friendly hello.  We all went to help her.  Amid the rapid female
banter, I realized I was not

   needed.  I left them happily talking about the age when people quit
enjoying sex, not that

   any of them were old enough to know.  I slipped out of my chinos, lay
down on the bed

   beside Andy and closed my eyes.  Sleep quickly came and I dreamed again.




   Andy, Cathy and I were at a white, old fashioned, wrought iron, table,
the kind you see in

   ice cream parlors, sitting in those matching wrought iron chairs.  We
were outdoors under

   a large tree, like a Paris street scene from an Impressionist painting
in the museum, with

   gaily dressed people in late nineteenth century clothing strolling
nearby.  You could hear

   the chatter and the music of a organ grinder on the street corner.  We
were eating ice cream

   sundaes from tall glasses, using long-handled spoons.



   Andy and Cathy were dressed in dresses of the period, sexy, full frocks
with low bodices

   emphasizing lush breasts, waists tightly constricted and corseted, and
loose skirts with hems

   to the ground.  Andy was unbelievable, her already narrow waist drawn
down to only

   eighteen inches by the corset.  It also pushed up and displayed her
breasts, making her

   hourglass figure even more pronounced.  She was coquettish, flirting
with me shamelessly

   (at least, shamelessly for that time period).  Although it was obvious
she would welcome

   any advance I made to her, I was uninterested in sex.  I was naked and
my cock was

   flaccid.



   The devil dog was lying quietly beside me, as any well behaved dog would
be with its

   master.  "Diablo," Cathy called.  The giant dog raised his head to look
at her.  Cathy slid

   down in her chair and put her feet on the edge of the table, spreading
her legs invitingly.

   She raised her skirt to her waist.  Underneath, she was wearing the
white hose of the

   period, which were attached to the corset by garters.  She was panty
less.  Her pussy lips

   were already plumped in need and her hairy bush had been neatly trimmed.
She opened

   her knees wider.



   "Pussy, Diablo.  Pussy," she said in a high, childish voice as if
offering her pet a treat.  The

   devil dog crawled between her legs.  She flinched when his cold nose
touched her hot box,

   gaining her smells.  His long, thick tongue began to lap at her slit.  I
could see his tongue

   enter her, see the wetness of his saliva and her juices, coating her
pussy lips and upper

   thighs.  I could see her clit quivering when his sandpaper like dog's
tongue brushed against

   it.  She was groaning loudly.  The passers by did not notice her or us
but continued as if

   we were not there.



   Diablo's tongue was now a cock, a thick, long, man's cock.  Cathy
started to gasp, obviously

   in the throes of orgasm, as his tongue moved faster and faster in and
out of her.  She

   squealed and shivered.  Her back arched and she moaned very loudly,
still without

   attracting any attention.  Then, she pushed him away, pulled her dress
down and sat up

   straight as if nothing had happened.



   "Bad dog," she said sharply and hit him across the nose with the
long-handled spoon.

   Diablo lumbered back beside me and sat.  He looked me in the eye, and
said, in English

   without a trace of accent, "and, you call females of my species
bitches." He lay down

   again, his giant head resting on his forepaws and closed his eyes.



   Cathy had a devilish, slutty look as she stared at me.  She said with a
leer, "Davy, don't you

   want to crawl over her and lick my sweet pussy?" Diablo raised his head
to look at me.

   He was smiling.



   I felt a warm hand on my cheek, tender and light in its touch.  My eyes
opened to see Mary

   sitting beside me.  "You okay?" she asked softly.



   "Sure.  Just resting my eyes."



   "Your guests are wondering what happened to Andy and you.  She does look
pretty beat

   up."



   "She is going to be fine," I replied as I struggled to sit up.  Andy was
still hard asleep, dead

   to the world.  I took a quick, cold shower to refresh me.  Dinner was
almost ready when I

   got back to the kitchen.  Mary had made rosemary chicken with garlic
potatoes, steamed

   vegetables and fresh, bakery bread.  Dad already had the wine opened and
was sampling it.



   When I walked into the kitchen, I was pinged.  Ping, ping.  Again and
again.  Abby and

   Betty were leaning against the counter talking to Mom and Mary as they
worked on dinner.

   Dad was in the living room watching the news on TV.  Cathy was sitting
in a chair

   watching me.  Ping, ping.



   Ignoring Cathy's sexual advances, I took Abby into the middle bedroom to
talk.  Everyone

   else wanted to go, too, but it was none of their business.  I wanted to
put her in a trance to

   explore how much directional capability I had with her.  If she had been
programmed like

   most of the kittens, all I could do was make her fuck me.  If she was
programmed like

   Mom, I had a lot of power.  She was like Mom.  I met with Betty, Cathy,
Mom, Dad and

   Mary.  By then, I was ready and so was dinner.



   What does your family talk about over dinner?  Grades?  Soccer games? 
The work day?

   We talked about sex.  We really talked about sex.  I had programmed all
of them to be

   totally honest with me and discuss anything and everything I wished.  I
also had

   programmed them to not remember any of it after dinner, but to remember
we spent the

   entire time talking about skiing and old episodes of Seinfeld.



   Rather than relating all the conversation in detail, I will summerize
the key points.  Dad and

   Mom had been faithful to each other all those years, with one exception.
It was when I

   programmed Mom to make Dad the best fucked man in LA that things
changed. Since

   then Dad had sex with eleven different women, and Mom joined in all of
them.  When I

   asked Mom if she had been programmed to be faithful, she said yes.  She
never mentioned

   her long time affair with Uncle Bert, so I was sure he had blocked out
her admitting it

   even under programming.  I wondered if Mom and Dad would have been as
pure if Uncle

   Bert had not intervened.



   Abby gave her virginity to my best friend, Roger Peckwood, when she was
sixteen.  One

   night when he and I were spending the night at my place so we could
leave early the next

   morning for the beach, he had snuck into her room as the two of them had
previously

   arranged.  I think I remember that night.  I know I remember the next
day.  Roger was very

   tired.  Betty lost her virginity to Uncle Bert.  Cathy raped Uncle Bert
one night as he had

   already told me in one of the messages he left me.



   Abby loved to suck cock but Betty did not.  Abby would take it up the
ass but did not like

   it much.  Betty was the about the same.  Cathy loved to suck and get ass
fucked (no

   surprise there).  Mom and Dad had a great sex life, much better since
the programming

   change I made in Mom.



   The real reason I wanted the discussion was to obtain every ones
knowledge and opinion of

   Cathy and problem.  One thing that came out is Cathy made a practice of
fucking every boy

   either Abby or Betty dated, which may be one of the reasons both of them
were so

   popular.  The other thing which was such a revelation was Cathy seduced
Dad when she

   was almost fifteen.  Ever since then, she had used that as a weapon to
get from Dad what

   she wanted, having sex with him three of four times a year just to keep
him in line.  That

   was Dad's only affair.



   The very strong and uniform conclusion: Cathy was a predatory bitch.  My
problem was

   what to do about it.



   Remember, Uncle Bert believed, although he was not sure, that Cathy's
problem stemmed

   from a brain chemistry interaction with the programming chemical he gave
her.  I was

   leaning towards a different conclusion.  I instructed Abby, Betty and
Dad to go fuck and

   not come out of the bedroom until morning.  I ordered Cathy to clean the
kitchen and do

   the dishes, then report to me for further instructions.  I led Mom and
Mary into the living

   room where I returned Mom to her trance.



   There, for almost an hour, we talked about Cathy.  Mary contributed
heavily to the

   discussion.  Once again, she gave wise counsel.  When I believed I had
all the information

   Mom had to give, I ended her trance.



   "Well, what were we talking about?" Mom asked, trying to clear her head.



   "I had just asked if you liked your nipple rings."



   "Oh . . .  Yes, I do.  My nipples are much more sensitive now and, well,
that increases my

   fun."



   "Let me see them again." She did not hesitate in removing her top.  I
began playing with

   them, primarily to test her reactions.  Desire crossed her face.  She
put her hand on the back

   of my neck and guided my mouth to her breast.  I was six-months-old
again, nursing at

   mother's teat, except this time I heard Mom moaning.  I enjoyed the feel
of them in my

   mouth, the rings as well as the nipples.



   "Why don't you take your mother to bed, Davy?" Mary asked.



   "No.  I could not do that," Mom retorted, pushing me away from her.



   Before I could respond, Cathy walked in and asked for further
instructions.



   To be continued . . .



   Please!  Give me your comments.



   Email address: ezriter@hotmail.com