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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