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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 archive sights.
Copyright 1998 by EzRiter.
Email address: ezriter@hotmail.com
This is a mind control, multi person romance with a planned thirty
plus chapters. Please give me your comments.
MY INHERITANCE
Chapter 4
Reflections and Mary
After completing the long message from Uncle Bert which he had
programmed her to give me, Andy went into her inactive phase, her head
falling to her chest. I called her name. She awakened dazed, as if
she had been asleep a long time, and stiff from kneeling. I carried
her into the bedroom, letting her sleep while I thought about what I
had heard.
The message had shocked me as nothing in my short life. First was the
fact the man I had always known as Uncle Bert was really my biological
father. That explained a lot. I now knew why I always felt so close to
Uncle Bert. It was his genes - his kookie genes - in my bones. It
also explained why my mother and father never complained about what
Uncle Bert did with me.
Mom and dad had always been very careful and protective about their
children. Yet, when I told dad Uncle Bert and I had shacked up with
the same three women for two weeks in my fourteen summer, his only
comment was, "Great. Hope you enjoyed it."
I tried to visualize my mother as Uncle Bert had described her. In my
mind, mom was neither a mom nor a woman. She was the stereotypical
biochemist, even using a lab coat instead of an apron in the kitchen.
I could not imagine her as a hot woman, naked and being fucked by
Uncle Bert, or even dad, for that matter.
I could see my sister Cathy as a call girl. She was one of those
women who oozed sex like lava oozing from a volcano - hot, liquid,
unavoidable and deadly. I bet Cathy could literally fuck a man to
death and both of them enjoy it immensely. And, she was only
seventeen.
I certainly could not see the twins, Abby and Betty, being very sexy,
although Uncle Bert said he certainly enjoyed them. And, I did know a
few cousins I was going to try out as soon as I could.
Mind control. Unbelievable. Really unfuckingbelievbable! I almost
did not want to pursue the treasure hunt. Uncle Bert was right. That
much power in my hands could destroy me and civilization as we know
it. Why did I need it? I had $20 million, Andy and her mother as sex
slaves, and access to 3,000 other woman already preprogrammed to fuck
me any time I wanted it, a ranch in Glenwood Springs, big homes in
Aspen and Vail, and my health.
If I ignored Andy and her mother (fat chance of that), it would take
me 8.2 years to fuck all the others if I did one a day, every day.
Uncle Bert did not die of a heart attack. He fucked himself to death!
Yet, there is something very appealing about his discovery besides the
raw power it would give me. As a chemist, the idea of a discovery of
that magnitude was a tremendous intellectual curiosity, if nothing
more. And, if knowledge of it became known, Uncle Bert would go down
in history with Einstein, Newton, Seabourg and the other great
scientists of all time. What a thought. A Nobel prize for sure.
I drifted off to sleep. My dreams were a wild kaleidoscope of colors
and images. Then, I was dreaming of my sister Cathy. She was a call
girl dressed in a twenty thousand dollar gown, dripping jewels, even
though she was only fourteen. She was seeing her customers (clients
as she called them) in her bedroom at home, the little room in the
back between my bedroom and the twins' bedroom. The rich and famous
passed through, presidents and movie stars lining up to pay to fuck my
little sister. There were more action heros sitting in the living
room talking to mom and dad while they waited their turn than attended
the academy awards.
I could hear Cathy squealing and talking, hear the men begging her to
do this or that to them. Then, she sneaked in my room. "It is really
you I want, Davy. Please... please have sex with me. I will pay you."
I felt her push me back, her hot mouth on my cock.
What a dream! It was more life like than life as the hot mouth wrapped
around my cock, sucking and slurping. I could feel my orgasm building
and building, then stopping as the expert fellatrix controlled my
desires.
My eyes fluttered and I was awake. Andy was on her knees, happily
sucking my cock.
"You don't mind, do you?" she asked shyly.
I did not mind. I do not know if Uncle Bert, or dad, as I guess I
should call him now, programmed her or it was natural, but Andy could
suck cock like nothing you would believe. And, she was utterly happy
and content doing it all day. I had my cock sucked many times before
and a few of those even let me cum in their mouth. Andy acted like my
cum was nectar from the gods.
After she finished swallowing me down, she curled up against my leg
and snuggled there. When I recovered, I pulled her into my lap. She
snuggled so each breath pushed those marvelous mammaries into me.
She looked at me with those huge blue eyes and said, "I know guys do
not want to make a commitment. I know this is brand new to you. You do
not need to love me, Davy. I just want your permission to love you and
be with you."
"You are a wonder, Andy. I am very happy you love me and I want you to
be with me."
She squealed and kissed me like there was no tomorrow. Then, she
pulled me into the bedroom. If this kept up, I was going to need
Uncle Bert's sex control potion pretty damn quick. Andy was wild as
always.
I whispered in her ear, "Quiet, little kitchen." Soon, she was
mewing, purring like a cat. She was a cat - a 120 pound pussy that
ate me.
It was late afternoon when Andy called home. Her mother told us to
come over, she was cooking fresh caught Rainbow trout and pan potatoes
for dinner. The fire was hot and the wine was cold.
I did not know what to expect with Mary. Uncle Bert's message told me
she was programmed to be my slave just like Andy was. I knew Mary was
thirty-six, owned three retail shops which Uncle Bert set up for her,
and was single. I knew she was Uncle Bert's number one girlfriend. I
had never had sex with a woman older than twenty-four. I guess I was
apprehensive about a woman fourteen years older than I was. Let me
tell you, I learned to appreciate older women.
You know the difference between a Porsche and a Rolls. That was the
difference between Andy and Mary. One built for speed, the other for
comfort. Both, absolutely the best quality, a quality any man would
be proud to ride at any time. The same blonde hair, same blue eyes,
same great body, although Mary's was softer, more mature and womanly.
We drank wine and visited. I had never met two more honest, down to
earth wonderful, sexual women in my life. At bedtime, Andy led me to
a big king sized bed in the master bedroom, pushing me in the middle.
"Isn't this your mother's bed?" I asked.
"Yes. She will be in shortly." She was, slipping into bed, wrapping
her arms around me.
I hate to brag but I fucked both of them that night. Mary was quieter
but every bit as good. I envied Uncle Bert his time with these two
glorious creatures.
In the morning, we ate a huge breakfast, then hiked in the woods.
Lunch followed.
"Nap time," Andy said flirtatiously.
"No, Andy. I want you to give me Uncle Bert's message again." Her
eyes fluttered.
"Let's go back to your place," she said. There, in the same chair, we
repeated it exactly the same, motion for motion, word for word.
I still could not believe it.
To be continued. . . .
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