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This is a repost of a fifty-two chapter mind control, multi person romance.

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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E. Z. Riter
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