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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.

REPOSTED OUT OF SEQUENCE BECAUSE NOT ARCHIVED

MY INHERITANCE

Chapter 6

Two Road Trips and A Funeral

Uncle Bert's funeral was that day. We all attended, of course, as did
his huge family and many others I had never met. Uncle Bert was well
loved.  I was surprised how many women were there without a male
escort.  A lot had wedding rings.  I know it was a sad occasion being
a funeral and all, but, I know Uncle Bert.  He would have gotten a
kick out of my erection from thinking about his funeral goers.

My family all liked Mary and Andy. My parents were surprised when I
told them Andy was my girlfriend but they did not ask too many
questions. After the funeral, we went to the lawyers for the reading
of the will. All Uncle Bert's siblings were pleased with what he left
them.  Mary and Andy acted as if could not care less although they
received a million dollars each. We all had a lovely visit before the
family went their separate ways. Mom and Ddad were the last to leave.
I told them I was moving to Colorado to live in Uncle Bert's place and
I would go to graduate school if I could.  They seemed OK with that.

I spent the next two days with Mary and Andy, learning all I needed to
about them. And, I had time to go through Uncle Bert's things.

"Why did you live over here and Uncle Bert at his place?" I asked.

Mary said, without emotion, "We were not his only girl friends,
David."

"There were others?"

"Oh, yes. Many over the years. About three thousand, I think but Bert
kept his own counsel on that."  Again, my mind reeled at the thought
of three thousand like these two.  Uncle Bert must have been a stud of
the first order.

"Did you have other men?"  She smiled softly.

"Bert loved orgies, swapping, threesomes, foursomes, anything
involving sex. I was his party girl and we would party hardy." She got
a far away look in her eye.

"What are you thinking?" I asked.

"A few times Bert thought he was not enough for me, that I needed
more. That was not true, but, when he made his mind up...  So, twice
he arranged for me to be gang fucked.  You know, ten or twelve guys at
a time."

"Did you like that?"

"Bittersweet. I loved all the fucking but I was hurt because Bert felt
he was not enough for me."

"You really loved him, didn't you, Mary?"

She smiled wanly. "More than you will ever know.  More than he ever
knew."

"And, Andy?"

"No one has touched her except Bert.  He really hoped you and she
would.... well, become special friends."

"I think I would like that, too, Mary," I said.  I heard a soft sob
behind me. Andy had been listening. She curled up in my arms, sweet
and warm, loving and caring.

"I want to sell this house and all of us move in to the other one," I
said.

Mary had a funny expression. "No. We need to keep this one for a
year."  I wondered if Uncle Bert had programmed that response.

For the next two weeks, I went through everything I could find at
Uncle Bert's house.  I knew he liked cubbyholes, little, tight places
to hide things. Where he hid the vial reaffirmed that. I went over
that place from top to bottom. I found some information on many areas
of research but not what I expected to find. Most of the hiding places
were bare.

I got much closer to Mary and Andy during that time.  Andy had been
programmed to be my slave Uncle Bert had said. But he also said her
natural proclivity as a woman to love a man was directed at me. During
this period, I could see her natural side opening up to me, becoming
closer. I knew I was falling for her.  She fell for me the minute she
saw me thanks to Uncle Bert. I really liked Mary, too. I could see why
see was his favorite woman.  She was something special.

I was sitting on the porch enjoying the fine, warmer weather. Uncle
Bert had been dead seventeen days now.  I heard a car approaching and
called Mary to come outside.  It was two men, Ernie and Jeff.  Mary
introduced us, saying they ran the local hardware store.

"Come go to Golden with us. We need to go to the bank."

"Before you go, David, I have an envelope for you," Mary said.

The envelope contained a safe deposit box key. As I rode the
conversation with Jeff and Ernie was almost non existent. When we
arrived at the Bank in Golden, the woman guarding the safe deposit
cages let us in. The box was in their name but my key worked the lock.
They sat in the corner as I opened it.

The safe deposit box contained a list of chemicals, some of which were
ordinary and some very esoteric. It has small notebook of Bert's
research. The notebook was marked volume one of ten. There was a note
from Uncle Bert, who, of course, was actually my father.

"Davy, you need to study the notebook. Then, go to Our Lady of
Guadalupe Church in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Ask for Father Jesus
O'Brian. Tell him you are Davy Wilson and show him your rose tattoo.
This bank box is secure and you may reuse it at any time.  Just tell
Jeff or Ernie you need to go to the bank."

I left the chemical list and the note but took the first notebook
volume with me.  Jeff and Ernie came alive after they heard the door
click.  The ride home was no conversation but I read. I took a day or
two to read the notebook. I made cash and credit card arrangements.
When you have $20 million, the card companies stand in line to issue
you credit cards.

When I told the ladies I was leaving, I asked them both to join me.
Andy giggled and packed. Mary said she would make a later trip. Andy
and I got in the Broncho and headed down I70 for Denver, then turned
south on I-25 for New Mexico.

I was pleased to find Andy, while obviously beautiful and built, was
demure in public, acting very ladylike indeed.  And, I told her that
pleased me.

"That is the real me. A sweet little lady. Unless my man wants me,
then I am a fucking tigress." She bit me on the neck for emphasis.
"You are my man, Davy. You always will be."

I very much wished Uncle Bert was there with me. If nothing else than
Andy, I owed him a thanks I could never repay.

We stayed at the big, old, Lafonda Hotel on the square not far away
from the church. The church was several hundred years old but recently
remodeled in the original configuration. Father Jesus O'Brian was the
decedent of an Irish family who moved to Mexico in the last century,
about the same time so many Irish families came to the States.  We
found him in he rectory.

His greeting was warm and friendly.  Father was about sixty years old,
two hundred fifty pounds, six six, with a ruddy face.

Andy and I spent two months in Santa Fe. Father O'Brian's job was to
give me ethical and religious instructions. I read The Bible, then
took the written and oral tests he prepared. I read the saints and
scholars of Christianity.  Father was a hard task master, driving me
onward.  College was never that hard.  Andy was always beside me,
taking the same instruction, learning and growing as I was.

Santa Fe is a beautiful, high mountain resort, cool and pleasant. We
enjoyed the fine climate and food as we learned. And, of course, we
always enjoyed each other.  It was our honeymoon, I guess.

A couple of Santa Fe stories are worth repeating.

We had been there about two weeks when we took off a Saturday to
explore the surrounding mountains. We were walking along the trail
when we came upon two girls making love to each other.  They appeared
to be about twenty. Both were naked and they were lying on the top of
a rock in a crack between two bigger rocks. We heard their moaning as
we watching as they sixty-nined. I could tell Andy was getting turned
on.

"Like that action?" I whispered.

"Yes," she replied, then she turned beet red. "You know I would never
do anything without your permission," she said.

"I know that, but, go ahead." She was naked and with them in a second.
What the hell, I joined them.

Tasha and Donna were college students traveling and hiking for the
summer.  Both were bi sexual, slim, trim and in excellent physical
condition. I can not tell you how good it felt to fuck three good
looking woman and watch them pleasure each other buck naked under the
hot New Mexico sun. Andy enjoyed them as she enjoyed all sex.  I did
not even program her to not scream when she orgasmed.  Down inside
that little rock hollow her screams reverberated off the rock like an
echo chamber.  I wondered how many miles away people could hear her
orgasm.

As we walking out, we came on a couple hiking out. They seemed very
agitated.

"Did you hear it?" the woman asked almost in hysteria.

"Hear what?"

"A woman was being raped! My god, it was horrible!"  Her husband tried
to calm her.

"I think it was just a mountain lion, honey," he said condescendingly.

"Then the damn lion was raping a woman!" she snapped, not to be put
off.

"When did it happen?" I asked.

"About forty minutes ago," he replied.  I thought back.

"Where did the sound come from?"

"In that direction," she said, pointing to where we had been.  "It
sounded like they had her in a cave. The sound was horrible!"  Tasha,
Donna and I looked at Andy, who turned beet red.

"That is your rape victim," I said pointing at her.

"I tried to be quite. Honest, I did," she murmured.

We laughed at the way to the hotel where Tasha and Donna spent the
night with us.

The other situation confirmed my Uncle Bert had indeed been there.  As
we were coming out of the church on the last day we were there, a nun
approached us. She was only in her forties with a sweet face and nice
smile.

"Father said you are David Wilson?"

"Yes, Sister, I am."

"Then listen closely. Go to the third house. Find the love letters he
kept. Those from Anna, use the code from your seventh summer. Do you
understand?"

I understood but I said "repeat." She did, verbatim.

"Thank you, Sister."

"For what? Who are you?"

I knew Uncle Bert's automatic deprogramming had occurred.


To be continued. . . .

Please!  Give me your comments.










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