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MY INHERITANCE

Chapter 32

Good Morning

In the basement dungeon, I rummaged through the toy box to find a few
items I wanted and stuck them in my pocket.  I kissed Cathy goodnight,
not a lover's kiss but a brother's, one the cheek.  She had raised her
head to mine but our bodies did not touch. There were tears in her
eyes but not anger. Mary waited as I locked the door to the dungeon,
taking with me the only key. I heard Cathy whisper a soft good night
as the door latch clicked.  I hated what I had to do, but I had to do
it.  My sister, Cathy, was too dangerous to the rest of us to let her
be free.  She was my prisoner, with a steel collar around her neck
attached to the wall.  She would remain my prisoner until I found the
formula and reprogrammed her. If I could duplicate the formula, I did
not know what would happen.

Mary trudged along side me up the stairs.  She looked very tired, as
if she could not take another step. I was the opposite, exhilarated,
energized.   I was ready for some long and wild sex.  And, I was ready
to complete my formula search, my "treasure hunt" as Uncle Bert
laughingly called it, those almost seven months ago when I first heard
his message from the grave. 

A lot had happened in that time.  Now, I needed to do a lot in a short
time. 

"Mary, set the alarm for six. Call Maria in Denver.  I want to meet
with her no later than noon today.  And, we need to talk to Andy.  I
want no one going to the dungeon without me there."

"Yes, sir," she replied as we walked through the door to our bedroom.  

It was two in the morning.  Andy was sound asleep on one side of the
bed.  Betty was in the middle, curled in a little ball, asleep. I had
told Mom to send Betty to my bed.   Obviously, she had. I pulled back
the sheets, took Betty's ankles in each hand and pulled her to the
edge of the bed.

"What? What?" she said, startled, as she tried to awaken. 

"Come on, sis.  Training time."

She put her head on my shoulder as I carried her into the living room
and lay her in front of the fireplace.  Its embers were almost gone
but I threw on some more Aspen logs and soon had a great fire going.
Betty was sitting up, lazily scratching herself and yawning. 

"Why did you want me in your bed?" she asked, the words garbled by
another yawn.

"Betty, I understand you do not like to suck cock or take it up the
ass.  I am going to change that."

Instantly, she was wide awake, her eyes big, her face with that wild
startled expression.

"Who told you that?"

She did not remember that she told me during dinner when we had our
wide-open sex discussion.  She had been in a trance, programmed by me
to be totally open and honest.  I had learned a lot over that pleasant
family dinner. 

"A little birdie told me," I replied.  

"Look, Davy. I am your sister. I don't want sex with you."

"Betty, do you prefer sirloin or tube steak?"

"It depends on the chef."

"Which does your pussy prefer?"

Her eyes glazed over and she was in her trance.  While the non family
kittens were programmed for sex only, the family kittens had been
programmed by Uncle Bert so I could change the programming.  I began
to change Betty.

"Listen carefully to me. You are a wonderful, classy, self-confident,
very happy and positive woman.  You are also very sexy.  You are not a
slut but you love to fuck.  You understand the difference between sex
and love.  You are discreet and careful but you love to fuck."

She was perfectly still, kneeling between my legs, knees together,
holds folded and still in front of her. This was my first time with
significant programming of any kitten.  Naturally, I was concerned
about how the programming would be received but I believed things
would go perfectly.

"Besides fucking, you love to suck cock.  You love the feel of a man's
cock in your mouth, the taste of his cum.  You love to swallow. It
makes you orgasm to swallow a man's cum. You like to be fucked in the
ass. It makes you orgasm, too.  And, you like sex with women but only
if your man is there and he approves. You love pleasing your man by
pleasuring another woman and you will do it eagerly and happily.  If
you man tells you to, you will have sex with other men.  You will
never have sex with another man without your man's permission. And,
you will do anything else he asks of you unless it would bring you
harm. You love it all: fucking, sucking, ass fucking.  Do you
understand?"

"Yes, Davy."  Her voice was that dead trance sound.  Now the hard
part.

"You will always be available for Dad and for me, always.  But, you
will find a man, the right man for you.  When it is the right man, you
will fall in love just as if you were unprogrammed and you will marry.
Then, you will be an excellent wife and bear his children.  You will
be an excellent mother. He will be your man.  Then, he will control
your sexuality except for me. I can override him and you will obey me
rather than him.   Understand?"

"Yes, Davy."

"Betty!"  In calling her name, I broke the trance.  She shivered and
stretched, looking very surprised to see me there.  Then, she got a
slutty look on her face. Slowly, she moved up until her lips were
opposite mine. 

"I want you," she whispered.

Neither Abby or Betty had the body Cathy did, but then Cathy was world
class. But, they both had something equally or more important.  Both
were sweet, loving, kind, feminine women.  I planned her programming
to release her sexuality, to let her have more fun and enjoyment.  I
hoped you noticed I programmed her in a way I thought any man would
appreciate, which should increase the probability of a long, loving
and happy marriage.  All right.  So, I did program her so I could
override her husband's wishes.  Part of that was for my own needs.
But, a larger part was so I could get her away from him for her own
good, if need be.  

Now, I had Betty in my arms. She was hot and squirming against me,
eager, happy and very, very good.  I took her three ways. The ass
fucking was painful for her but she orgasmed through her tears.  When
I was finished and she was exhausted, I gave her one of the toys I
brought up from the basement. 

"What is this?" she asked.

"A butt plug.  I want you to wear it all the time for the next few
weeks to open your ass so being fucked back there will not be so
painful to you."

"Thank you, Davy. That is sweet of you."

She gasped and teared when I inserted the plug.  Then, I told her to
go to bed and send Abby in.   Betty's ass twitched in an unusual way
as she walked away, the blue end of the plug plainly visible.   In a
few minutes, Abby came stumbling in and I started all over again,
putting her in trance, programming her and taking her three ways. When
I sent Abby back to bed with her butt plug firmly in place, it was six
in the morning.  

I should say both of my sisters were delightful sex partners.  I
realized all three of them had been with me because of the
programming.  For an instant, I was sad.  I would never know if they
would have come to me without it.  I guess that is something all
brothers and sisters have to decide for themselves.

As I went in to make coffee, exhaustion hit me like a hammer. I was
leaning against the counter trying not to fall asleep on the floor
when I felt arms around me and hot breasts against my back.

"Good morning, sweetheart.  Guess who has had sixteen hours sleep and
is ready to romp and play?"  Andy's hands dropped to my cock and
stroked it. As I turned to face her, she was licking her fingers.

"Girly goo.  Who did you fuck while I was asleep?"

"Abby and Betty."  

"Oh, how wonderful.  I know they enjoyed their big brother finally
taking them.  Still have something left for me, I hope."

Something left?  There she was, rested, happy, eager, horny,
delightful, sexy and oh, so loving.   All she wanted was her man to
lay her on her back and fuck her eyes out.  Andy.  My sweetheart.  My
love.  The best looking and best fucking and most loving of all my
kittens. Could I do it?  After a long bitter session with Cathy which
required tremendous energy and concentration, and four hours with the
twins, could I give her the fucking she was so sweetly requesting?

No.  I had power.  I never said I was Superman.

"Not now Andy.  I need some sleep."

"Please, sweetheart. Just a quickie."  She was staring up at my with
those huge, blue eyes. Her arms were around me, her breasts burned a
hole in my chest. My cock did not move.  I told you I was exhausted.

"Wake me at seven with a cup of very hot coffee.  Make sure it is hot
this time," I said, referring to a few days ago when I made her go
back and reheat it. 

For an instant, something flashed across her face. Had I been more
awake, I might have paid attention to it.  Then, she smiled adoringly.

"Come on.  Let me help you to bed."  

I crashed in bed and was asleep in an instant. One of the advantages
of the programming was I needed less sleep than most people. I knew in
an hour, I would be fine.  It was a short hour.  Andy was standing by
the bed, gently shaking me, with a mug of coffee in her hand.  I sat
up, eyes still closed.  I sipped.  The coffee was the perfect
temperature.  I took a big gulp.

"Holy shit!" I yelled, spitting the coffee across the room. I heard a
giggle and running footsteps as I jumped out of bed to run to the
bathroom. My mouth was on fire.   I jumped in the shower, turned on
the cold water and stood under the nozzle with my mouth open, flushing
whatever it was from my tender tissues. The cold water in Vail in
December is cold. The side effect was I was wide awake.  I wrapped a
towel around me and headed for the kitchen, dripping ice water behind
me.

Still naked, she was standing by the stove whipping up a batch of
waffles. Hearing me enter, she turned to face me.  Her eyes were wide
and big and innocent and devilish, all at the same time.

"Sweetheart, was your coffee hot enough?" she said.

"What did you do to my coffee?" I snarled advancing towards her
menacingly.

"Why nothing.  I just made it hot for you. Didn't you like it?"  She
started to ease away from me, getting ready to escape. When I came
around the table, she jumped to the other side, keeping it between us. 

"What did you put in it?"

"Well, you said you wanted it hot."

"Andy, what did you put in my coffee."

Every movement of mine was mirrored by her to maximize the distance
between us. 

"Sweetheart, you know I am just learning to cook and."

"You are damn good cook."

"So, well, Mom told me if you wanted something hot to put that stuff
in it. See. There." She pointed to the counter, to a small, square
can.  I read the label.  "Cayenne pepper" it said.

"You put red pepper in my coffee?"

"It was hot, wasn't it?  Did I add too much? Just tell me how much you
want, Davy.  You know how obedient I am."  She was about to laugh.
Her face was red and bloated fighting it back. I took a step towards
her.  This time she made no move to get away but she giggled, then
gasped trying to speak again.

"Please, Davy.  You know I am not that smart.  See."  She held out her
golden mane.  "Blonde.   We blondes are fun but, well, sometimes we
aren't so smart.  Are you going to punish me, Davy?" 

I leaped towards her, thinking she would move away, but she stepped
towards me, ripped the towel off me, and in one smooth, easy movement,
wrapped her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my waist. She
jammed her mouth against mine in a powerful kiss as her pussy rubbed
against my cock. When she finally broke the kiss, she said huskily,
"Why don't you punish me by fucking me until I can't walk." 

Do I have to tell you? Well, maybe part of it.  First, you know what
she looks like and you know how eager she was and where her legs were.
So, think about that part. Think about it for fifteen minutes because
that is how long I had been in her. 

I was ready to cum.  Andy had cum maybe seven or eight times. The
whole kitchen smelled of sex and sweat.  She was a sweater and I loved
that about her.  She was on her back on the kitchen table, legs up,
knees to breasts, me between them, fucking for all I was worth.  I had
programmed her to be a little lady.

"Yes.  Yes, David.  Please, David.  Hurry. Your seed.  I want your
seed."

I gave her my seed, moaning and grunting, nailing her to the table
with my cock as she squealed. I collapsed on her, resting.  It was
then I noticed them.  All of them. Dad was leaning against the counter
gently stroking his cock through his pajama bottoms. Abby and Betty
were standing behind Mom and Mary, who were sitting at the table
chairs drinking coffee.  All of them had been watching us. How long
they had been there I do not know. 

"Ummm," I said, clearing my throat.  I started to pull out but Andy
locked her legs behind me and pulled me tightly against her. 

"Good morning, everyone," she said brightly.

Later, as she and I were dressing and the others were fixing
breakfast, I asked.  I just had to know. 

"Why is it you are very upset if someone sees you naked but being
caught by them fucking did not bother you?"

She gave me a sensual smile as she fastened the top button of her
jeans.

"I thought you knew everything," she said.

"I don't know this."

She sidled up to me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply.

"I am a woman, Davy. We are mysterious creatures.  You are not suppose
to know everything about us."  

I watched the delightful twitch of her ass as she walked away.  She
was right.  I was not suppose to know everything about them.  At
least, that was my excuse. 

To be continued . . . 

Please! Give me your comments.

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