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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, noncommercial archive sights.
Copyright 1998 by E. Z. Riter.
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 24
Christmas Eve
My cock was buried to the hilt in Andy's hot, dripping pussy. She was
on top, where she had ridden me to a magnificent climax. She had
thrown her hair forward, arranging it around us like a small tent
covering our heads. The sunlight filtered through her golden hair
into the small world she created just for us. Her big, blue eyes were
soft, loving. She was leaning on her elbows, allowing her nipples and
breasts to rest on my chest. Slowly, she lowered her head to kiss me.
It was so private, so intimate, coupled like that, the world blocked
out. I truly felt at one with her, as if I had never been complete.
"I love you so, David. All I want from this life is to make you
happy." She squeezed my cock with her pussy for emphasis.
"And, I love you, Andy. More than you realize."
We began to move again, slowly accelerating. I could feel her sweat
dropping on my face and chest, feel her legs tight around my sides. I
pulled her down to suck her nipples, licking the salt from her areola.
Faster and faster she moved, gasping, talking to me in those
delightful English tones. Sweet nothings meaning so much.
Endearments gone in an instant to last forever.
"David, David, oh, David," she groaned as she arched her back,
flipping her hair away. It was the first time she had called my name
during sex in some time. I liked it. I let myself go. Fulfilled,
she lay on me, stretching her legs back and together to rest them. I
softened in her as her head lay beside mine, her breathing slow in my
ear.
"Do you two want some lunch?"
Mary was standing at the door. I patted the bed beside me.
Gracefully, Mary lay by us. Andy's face was towards her, but her hair
covered her eyes. Mary pushed Andy's hair back to reveal her face.
"I love him, Mom."
"I know, baby. I love him, too."
I felt Andy tense. She lifted her head, propping up on an elbow. Her
eyes blazed and her jaw was set.
"Nobody loves him like I do."
"I know that, too, baby, and, so does he."
Mary had made a huge pot of a thick beef, barley and vegetable stew,
brimming with goodness and energy. She served it with a hearty
European style bread she had purchased at the local bakery. My
parents, Abby and Betty had eaten and gone skiing.
"I tried to wake Cathy. She has been asleep almost sixteen hours now.
I think you need to go check her," Mary said after I finished my
second bowl.
Cathy was on her back, snoring lightly, arms splayed. I sat beside
her. She looked so young and innocent. "Cathy, wake up," I said as
I gently shook her. She turned on her side. Mary handed me an ice
cube. I put it at the base of Cathy's skull, rubbing it back and
forth. She started to come around.
Cathy was groggy, but rested, very calm. We talked for almost an hour
before I let her go eat. During that time, I put her into her trance
once to see what response I would get. Andy helped Cathy dress and
took her into the kitchen to feed her. Mary and I went back to my
bedroom.
I lay back on the bed, pulling Mary down on top of me.
"You horny already?" she laughed.
"No. I just want to hold you."
"She means it you know. She is desperately in love with you."
I did not answer.
"So am I, but not like Andy. I will always be here for you, but Andy
loves you like I loved Bert."
I was very angry at Bert right now. I believed he had made my sister
a nymphomaniac.
"Why did he do it, Mary? Why did he hurt Cathy like that?"
Mary got up, locked the door, and told me to sit in the arm chair next
to the dresser. She knelt between my legs. I knew a message was
coming from Uncle Bert.
"Davy, hi. Well, I really do not know what is going on with you but I
guess you are angry at me right now. That is the only way this message
could be accessed, if you were angry over Cathy. Please listen to
me. I love, I mean, I loved women, all women. I have had sex with
over 3,000 of them from fourteen to eighty-one. Everyone was
wonderful. I have never hurt a woman. I should explain that. I do
not count putting them in bondage or whipping them or having them
pierced or fucking them long and hard in all three holes as hurting.
Even when they cried and begged for me to stop, we both knew they were
enjoying themselves.
Out of all those women there was only one I programmed to have less
sex, to be less sensual. Cathy. She is the most sexual woman I ever
met. I even wondered if she was my child because her sex drive is as
strong as mine is.
I first had Cathy when she was fourteen. I took her virginity then. I
really had no choice. It was when I was visiting your family in
Boston, when Charles was a fellow at Harvard. Everyone was gone for
some reason leaving Cathy and me alone in the house. I was napping in
that small back bedroom when I felt a physical force, like someone
poking me with a finger. My cock got rock hard. I looked around and I
was alone.
The force got stronger and my cock got harder. I slipped off my pants
to beat off since I needed relief more than I could remember in a long
time. I had just laid back down and grabbed my cock when the door
opened. It was Cathy. She was wearing a robe. I was frozen, not even
letting go of my cock, as she walked towards me. She let the robe
slip to the floor.
She was naked. Even at fourteen, Cathy had a magnificent body. She
pushed my hand away and lowered her lips to my cock. Good lord, can
that woman suck cock! When she was ready, she mounted me.
Speaking for the first time, she said, "This is my first time, Uncle
Bert. Be still for me." She lodged the head of my cock between her
lower lips, inching downward until I felt her hymen against my cock
tip. I saw a steely look come in her eyes. She jammed down hard. Her
virginity was gone. We fucked until neither of us could walk.
I told your parents I had the flu when they came in that night. I
could not get out of bed. Even then, she was probably the best fuck I
ever had except for Mary.
Cathy and I fucked many times after that. And, we talked. She
confided in me. She was fucking every guy she could find. Davy, she
was even doing it for money, getting paid by several man in LA. I
never wanted my niece to be a whore so I programmed her to reduce her
sex drive, to be more discreet and discerning. It did not work. It
may have reduced her sexual encounters, but it appears the encounters
she has are more powerful and lasted longer. Sort of binge fucking,
if that makes sense.
But, I think I have figured it out. I think she is reacting to the
programming the reverse of how she is programmed. Think of attention
deficit disorder children. They are given a stimulant to make them
calm. I think Cathy needs to be programmed to fuck more in order to
reduce her fucking, as strange as that sounds.
One problem. I have only a little formula left. By now, that has been
given to you by Andy. So, I cannot reprogram Cathy.
You need to find the formula, Davy, so Cathy can be reprogrammed. If
she is not, I am afraid something terrible will happen to her.
I would never hurt her intentionally, Davy. I never hurt anyone.
Remember, I was a lover, not a fighter.
Good luck, and I love you."
Mary's head dropped to her chest as it always did after a message from
Uncle Bert. She was exhausted as I helped her into bed and covered her
over. She was asleep before I left the room.
I was stunned. And, for the first time since I got that first message
from Andy, I was truly energized to find the formula. I needed to do
it for Cathy if for no one else.
I joined Andy and Cathy in the dining room, having a small snack of
stew and bread with some cheddar cheese, two Diet Cokes, potato chips
and a piece of pie. The pie was cherry, made by Andy, who was taking
pride in her cooking.
Cathy looked anything but sexual. She looked tired but happy, and at
peace. I wondered how long it would last. The two kittens were
becoming fast friends. As I looked at them together, they seemed more
like sisters than Cathy did to the twins. Uncle Bert had wondered if
Cathy was his child.
Now, it occurred to me Andy might be his child, making her Cathy's
half-sister. On, no. That would make her my half-sister, too!
I was contemplating what that would do to my life when the door
opened. It was Mom, Dad and the twins, back from skiing. They were
exhilarated and tired, ready for a break, before trying one last run
for the day. Mom's face was red with that cold and sun burned look
people get when then ski. Also, there was a look in her eye.
Nervously, she took Dad's hand to lead him to the back.
"What is with Mom?" I asked. The twins gave each other that look
again.
"I think Mom's nipple rings got cold. That made her nipples erect."
We all started to laugh. Betty did not have to explain the rest of
it.
The twins wanted to rest and Cathy said she would prefer just laying
around the house in her robe. Andy and I dressed and headed for the
slopes for a run or two before night fall. We were standing in line
behind a family from Chicago: husband, wife and three teenagers.
Everyone was having a good time and talking about Christmas which was
just a few hours away. Like I said, I love festive crowds.
The wife looked at us together and asked, "When did you two get
married?"
"Oh, we are not married. We are not even engaged," Andy answered.
Then, she looked at me. Every man out there who has ever been
married, been engaged, or had a real serious sweetheart, knows the
look I am talking about because you have gotten it from your woman.
And, all you woman know what I mean because you have given that look.
It scared me to death and melted my heart at the same time. I did not
know what to say. That was all right with Andy, in a way. She knew
how I felt about her. Still . . . Fortunately, the woman's kids
broke in and I was rescued before I had to answer.
When we finished the first run, we saw Abby and Betty, who were back
out for their last run of the day. They had picked up two boys about
my age. We visited in line, learning they were college buddies from
Ole Miss up for the holidays. My guess was those good old boys would
be fucking my sisters before the day was over. That was all right
with me. Abby and Betty deserved to have fun, too.
After the last run, we all went back to the house. The guys, Chet and
Jason, joined us. Cathy had dressed by then, wearing ski skins
borrowed from Andy. With Mom, Mary, Abby, Betty, Andy, and Cathy all
dressed in form fitting clothes, we guys all thought we had fallen
into heaven.
Dad had built a huge fire in the fireplace and made a bunch of egg
nog. Mom was helping Mary in the kitchen with the big, Christmas time
meal which we were having on Christmas Eve. Turkey, potatoes,
everything. You know. Just like Christmas with your family. It was
joyous.
After dinner, we adjourned to the living room. Not too long later,
Chet and Jason suggested bar hopping, although I think they wanted to
get Abby and Betty away. We all decided to go, even Cathy who looked
tired.
It was about eleven when we got back. Abby and Betty stayed out with
their dates. Cathy went straight to bed as did Mom and Dad. My two
favorite kittens and I curled up in front of the fire with our egg
nog, wrapped ourselves in the mink comforters and cuddled.
"I wish Bert was here," Mary said. I knew she missed him desperately.
But, that reminded me.
"Mary, who is Andy's father?"
"Oh, I guy I met up here. He was an orthopedic surgeon at the
hospital. Funny. I have almost forgotten what he looked like."
"Are you sure?"
She looked at me sharply, perhaps thinking I was questioning her
honesty. Then, she smiled.
"No, Andy is not your sister."
It was going to be a great Christmas.
To be continued . . .
Please! Give me your comments.
Email address: ezriter@hotmail.com
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