MY INHERITANCE
Chapter 50 (MFFFF MC)
Bert's Last Message
"I have a message from Bert. Andy is to hear it with you," Mary said quietly in
the unique voice of a trance, as she knelt in front of me. Andy sat down by me,
but Lisa, who had never been present when a trance message was given, started to
leave. I pulled her down by me, telling her to stay with us because she was
very much a part of this family. She hugged me gratefully as she curled up
against me.
In a moment, Mary began.
"Hello, son. It is me again. I knew you would get this message one day, but I
had no idea of the timing. The only way it could be accessed is if either Mary
or Andy or both were pregnant. You lucky guy! Remember what I said about
telling my grandchildren about me.
Davy, Mary has a secret, a secret only she and I knew. Because it made her very
distraught, I programmed her not to remember it. When I began making plans to
give her to you, I decided to reveal the secret. You will have to handle it, but
it is better handled than left buried. Sorry. It is not something I could
correct in my lifetime.
Approximately ten seconds after this message is over, Mary will remember
everything. Be prepared, Davy.
Kiss the kittens on their sweet little pussies for me, son. I love all of you
very much. Goodbye again."
Mary was quiet and still as I counted off the seconds. None of us moved for what
seemed an eternity. Her eyes opened, but they did not see us. She burst into
tears as her hands flew to her face.
"Oh, my God! My baby! My baby!" she screamed.
Repeating "my baby, my baby," she sobbed and rocked back and forth, arms around
her middle, tears flowing in rivers. She was hysterical.
It frightened me. It frightened all of us. I had never seen Mary like this,
out of control, her agony so severe it wrenched out her heart with every breath
she took. When she realized Andy was beside her, she wrapped her arms around
her tightly, digging her nails in. Andy was gasping for breath she was being
held so tightly, her own face showing her fear and distress at her mother's
desolation.
"Oh, God! My baby, my baby!"
She ignored any attempt to placate her. Immediately, I thought of programming
her to stop, but something told me to let her cry out whatever demon was in her.
I had no idea it would be almost twenty minutes of gut wrenching sorrow before
she began to calm down.
Have you ever seen a loved one with a devastating loss, an inconsolable sorrow?
Remember how it hurts you to see them hurt so much? We were like that for Mary.
I thought her sorrow must be about Andy and the baby, my baby Andy was carrying.
All sorts of horrible thoughts crossed my mind: diseases, genetic abnormalities,
any thing you could imagine being wrong.
Mary was spent, but her body was still wracked by sobs, when she finally
released Andy and sat back, wobbling she was so exhausted. We all three had
been crying with her. She was in such pain, seeing her was painful for us. Andy
and Lisa had both been near hysteria themselves, but as Mary began to quieten,
so did they.
"Why didn't you program me not to hurt?" she said accusingly, her eyes red and
swollen as she stared at me.
"You needed to cry it out."
"Please, promise me you will program me to make the pain go away," she pleaded.
"If you want that, I will do it," I said, holding her for comfort. "But, what is
it?"
"Could I have some tea, please?" was her response.
Resisting the urge to order her to tell me, I sent Lisa to make herbal tea. The
tea helped sooth all of us, but I could stand it no longer.
"Is something wrong with Andy's baby? My baby?"
"Oh, no! It is nothing like that. Oh, God."
Sobbing, she pulled Andy back into her arms which made Andy and Lisa start
crying again.
"Mary! Calm yourself and talk to us! Tell us what is wrong!"
She nodded and took a series of deep breaths. Then, she began.
"Andy, I told you your father was abusive. He was a cruel man, a very cruel
man. When I became pregnant by him, he told me he was going to take you away
from me and I would never see you again. He had abused me mentally and
physically, so when he threatened me legally, I was very afraid of him."
"Mother, I would never let that happen."
"Honey, you were a fetus. You were not going to prevent anything. Oh, Andy,
you do not know what it is like to be with a cruel man. It is absolute hell for
a woman. You have only known Bert and Davy, both of whom are wonderful, dear,
men. That is the reason Matt frightened me so much. He was cruel, like your
father."
Mary sipped at her tea, still restoring herself to equanimity. The rest of us
were speechless.
"Then, we found out something which changed everything. I was pregnant with
twins. Twins, Andy. I made an agreement with your father when we determined
both the babies were girls. I would keep the first born, name her Andrea and
give her my surname. That is you. Andrea Mathews. He would take the second
born and name her Angela. He would give her his surname. Anderson. Angela
Anderson. She is your twin sister, borne eleven minutes after you."
The room was deathly quiet, our collective breathing the only sound. We all
were in shock!
Andy had a twin sister, a sister none of us knew about until that moment. My
mind was reeling.
"I don't understand," Andy said mechanically. "Do you mean that you gave birth
to two babies and I am one of them?"
"Yes, honey. I gave birth to twins. You are one. Angela Anderson is the
other."
"Go ahead! Finish the story," I said.
Andy looked at me with disbelief, not comprehending what she had heard.
"Part of our arrangement was neither of us would ever try to contact the other's
child. He has kept that bargain and so have I. I never saw her. I do not know
if she is an identical or a fraternal twin. I do not even know if she is alive."
Mary started to cry again and I held her to me.
"Oh, Davy, Bert saw how much I was hurting. He offered to find her and bring her
to me. He said he would program Donald to be a eunuch missionary in deepest
Africa so he could not harm us, but I was still afraid. I was so terrified I
would not let Bert help me. So, he programmed me not to remember."
"Donald is my father?" Andy asked, still in shock over the news.
"Yes, Andy. Donald Anderson. He was from Chicago. All I know about his family
is he had an older sister who was married to a lawyer. Her name was Patricia."
"You mean besides a father and sister, I have cousins?"
"You might. Oh, Andy, let's not get our hopes up! I could not stand another
disappointment like that. We don't even know if Angela is alive. If she is
alive, she might not want to see us."
Andy pounced on me with an intensity which equaled her mother's hysteria of
minutes ago. She grabbed my shoulders and shook me as she spoke.
"Find her! Find her now, Davy! You must do it!"
"I will, sweetheart. I will."
"No. I mean now! Get up and do it now!"
"Andy. Settle down."
"Damn you! Now!" she screamed as she hit my chest with her fist.
While, as you know, I love Andy with all my heart and would do anything for her,
I had enough female hysteria for the moment. Her hysteria was not helping
address the problem, in any event.
"Kitten Andy. Programming adjustment. You will be calm about your sister. You
will not worry about finding her, trusting me to handle the situation. Kitten
Andy. Programming terminated."
Andy wobbled and fell against me, wrapping her arms around me for support. I
held her until she pushed back to look up at me.
"It is wonderful you will handle this for us so I don't have to worry about it.
Thank you, Davy. I know you will do what is right."
It was said sweetly and lovingly. There was not an ounce of tension or anxiety
in her voice or body. She brought her lips to mine in a gentle kiss.
"Program me the same way, please, Davy," Mary said softly.
"Me, too," Lisa added.
One of the disadvantages of being the tom cat instead of the kitten is no one
programmed me to relax while someone else worried about it. Once again, I
silently thanked Uncle Bert for having Andy program me to think deeply, clearly
and calmly which she did that first day I met her.
After programming Mary and Lisa, I took some deep breaths and concentrated on
the problem. By dinner, my attorney in Denver had located a private
investigator in Chicago. When I talked to him, I offered double his regular
rate and he started immediately.
Our whole world had changed.
Suddenly, there was a new woman in our lives. This would not be a kitten I
could fuck and forget, not unless I reprogrammed Mary, Andy and Lisa to forget
what they had only just learned. While the idea of another Andy was tremendously
appealing, another kitten in the household did change our relational
equilibrium.
I lay awake in bed that night, Andy to my left, Mary to my right, with Lisa to
her right. I felt Andy's hand steal across my chest.
"I can't sleep," she whispered.
"Me either. Let's get up."
As we tried to slip out of bed, Mary and Lisa announced they were still awake.
Soon, all four of us were in the living room with a large bowl of popcorn
between us, talking about what was happening.
The programming to be calm and let me worry about finding Angela, the natural
sweet happiness of my kittens, the knowledge a detective was at work, and the
passage of some time, had restored us all to the positive well being we normally
enjoyed.
Once again, we laughed together. By now you know, the laughter we shared is as
important, or more important, than the sex we shared. Laughter is the music of
love.
Of course, as always, Andy was an imp.
"You know, sweetheart. I am a twin. You have twin sisters. I could be
carrying twins right now and we would not know it yet," Andy said, stuffing
popcorn in her mouth. "And, Mom gave birth to twins, so when she gets pregnant,
they could be another set of twins. Then, if Angela gets pregnant by you, well.
Think, Davy. Three sets of twins at one time. Lisa's baby would make seven, or
eight, if she has twins. Eight newborns. What about that?"
Suddenly, I was horrified that all of them were unprotected and liable to get
pregnant. I never thought about eight babies at once.
Andy laughed at my expression and patted my cheek with a soft hand greasy with
popcorn butter.
"I wonder what she is like?" Mary said half to herself.
We all wondered that and the conversation quickly became speculation about
Angela.
Think about it!
Was Angela an identical twin? Or, a fraternal twin, looking no more like Andy
than any sister born at a separate time? Was I going to find a new Andy or
someone entirely different? Was she married or engaged or what? What would be
the differences between Andy and Angie? What impact had living with her father
had on her?
The happy mood of the evening was contagious. Soon, we all were giggling. And,
when we giggle, we touch. Then, Andy started talking about her own pregnancy
again. She bit off the end of the pickle she was eating and set up, cupping her
breasts in her hands and staring down at them.
"Mom, did your boobs grow when you had me? I mean, had us?"
"Yes. They were gigantic. You know, Andy, you have to dispose of all that milk
regularly. One baby probably cannot take it all."
"Oh, I bet I know someone who will help with that," she said, leering at me. She
leaned over to dangle a nipple in my face.
"Want to practice suckling my tits?" she asked, pushing her nipple against my
mouth.
I wanted to and I did. She moaned and pushed her breast harder against me.
"Mom? Is he doing it right?" Andy asked breathlessly.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I am getting horny from this. Does that happen?"
"Not with all women. It did with me. I wanted to be fucked after most
feedings."
"I thought maybe the way he was sucking might make me horny but not make my milk
flow."
"There is a right way and a wrong way to do it. He would have to suckle my
breast for me to be sure."
"Well, let him," Andy retorted.
Mary moved to let her breast dangle over my mouth. I suckled. Then, Lisa
wanted to know what it felt like. So, we ended the evening with me suckling
breasts, "just for practice" as Andy said. No, we really ended in the bedroom
as we always did, but you guessed that, didn't you?
I wondered if there was a way to keep one or all of them in milk forever. I
have heard mother's milk is very healthy.
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine Andy's D-cup breasts twice as big, with so
much heavy and rich milk it oozed from her nipple. I fantasized her leaning over
me, her huge breast dangling above my face, as I leisurely sucked. She was
moaning in sexual need as her sweet, hot milk flowed into me. Ummm. Nice
fantasy. I was looking forward to making it a reality.
It took a week for the PI report to come in. When he called about nine in the
morning, I immediately called Mary at the store. She made me promise not to say
anything to the others until she got home. When she arrived, the four of us sat
at the kitchen table as I gave them the report.
"Donald Anderson died four years ago. He was married once. His wife died in
childbirth leaving him a baby girl to raise ('Bastard,' Mary muttered). Angela
Anderson, his only child ('I am his child', Andy interrupted) lives with
Patricia Anderson Caldwell, Donald's sister, and George Caldwell, her husband,
in Grosse Pointe, Michigan. George Caldwell is an attorney. His wife, Angela's
aunt, is Angela's legal guardian. Angela has just completed her freshman year
at the University of Michigan. The Caldwells have two natural children,
Elizabeth, who is nineteen and George, Jr., twenty-one. Both are students at
Michigan. No picture or description of Angela was given."
"What now, Davy?" Mary asked.
"I could not get a charter on such short notice, but I made reservations on a
commercial flight. Go pack."
On the way to the plane, I adjusted their programming to allow them to enjoy the
excitement of finding Angela, even if it meant they were harder to handle. Is
that love, or stupidity, or what? Whatever it was, it was greatly appreciated
by all three of them. I never lose when they are grateful. Believe me.
We flew first class, the four of us occupying the first row. After the seat
belt sign was extinguished, they huddled on one side, gossiping and giggling.
The three of them chattered like birds all the way there. I tried to nap, but, I
could hear them. Does she look like me? Is her hair long? Is she sweet?
Pregnant? Married? Smart? On and on, questions never ceasing. By now, they had
thought of every possible question about her, but they liked to discuss them
over and over.
The flight arrived at Wayne County Airport, which serves the greater Detroit
area, about five. We rented a Cadillac and drove the interstate past downtown
Detroit into The Pointes. The Caldwells lived in a lovely home near Lake St.
Claire. It was six thirty when I rang their bell.
A tall, distinguished looking man with greying hair answered. He was wearing a
white shirt, tie and suit pants, indicating he had not changed since he came
home from the office. His eyes scanned us, stopping when he came to Andy.
"What is the matter, Angie? Forget your key?" he said.
All three of my kittens gasped at George's misidentification. His color paled.
His eyes scanned us again, slower and harder this time, stopping a long time to
study Mary. Then, he focused on Andy again.
"You are not Angie, are you?"
"No, sir. I am Andy, her twin sister. May I call you Uncle George?"
The man looked as shocked as we had been when we first heard the news. It
seemed an hour, but, actually he recovered fairly quickly, and a warm smile
covered his face.
"Yes, Andy, you can. You better come in," he said as he opened the screen door
for us.
He hugged each of the women as they entered, holding on to Andy a long time,
which I presumed was an uncle's love and not because her delicious body was
pressed hard against him. Excusing himself, he asked us to wait.
As we stood in the living room, the three kittens were holding hands, excited
and anxious expressions on their faces. I told myself to be calm. In a moment,
George returned with a tall, thin and elegant woman whom he introduced as Patty,
his wife. Without speaking, she stared open mouthed at Andy. Tears forming in
her eyes, she took Andy in her arms and hugged her.
For the next hour or so, we talked to George and Patty. It was clear they were
two kind, decent people who loved Angela and had her best interests at heart.
They were as surprised to find Angie had a sister and a mother as we were to
find out about Angie.
"Don told us Angie's mother died giving birth," Patty said during the
conversation. "Obviously, that is not true."
"No. It is not," Mary replied. She told them of the arrangement to separate
the girls. And, she told Patty of her brother's cruelty. Patty looked very
pained.
"I knew my brother had a mean streak, but I never guessed he would do something
like this. Mary, I am so sorry."
Patty was being sincere. It seemed nature had played a mean trick on the
Anderson children, giving Patty most of the good and Donald most of the bad.
That happens sometimes.
Finally, Patty asked. "What do you want of Angela?"
"I want her to come live with me, with us, I mean," Mary replied. "I want my
daughter."
"Let me ask a question, if I may?" George said, in his best lawyer's tone. His
face turned a bit red. "I am not criticizing, you understand. You are lovely
people, but, your life style. We are conservative sociologically and I see . .
. "
None of us helped him out. We waited for him.
"I see three very sensual women"
"George!" Patty interjected.
"They are, Patty. I see three very sensual women who live with one man. Those
women have identical necklaces with kittens charms, and rings on their thumbs.
We only want the best for Angie. I mean, could you tell us, well, how she would
benefit from being with you?"
"Look at us! Don't we look unbelievably happy? Don't we look healthy and well
loved and cared for? Don't we appear to be a wonderful, tight-knit family?"
"You do, Lisa. By the way, exactly how do you fit in?"
"She is my sister," Andy said defiantly, holding Lisa's hand.
"Your child, Mary?"
"No. But, she and Andy are just like sisters. Lisa will be a sister to Angie,
too."
"And, you?" George said looking at me.
"I am not Andy's sister," I replied flippantly.
He gave me a dirty look.
"Look! We have a legal responsibility to Angie. And, we love her as if she
were our own."
How was I to answer the question? I could program them to not worry about Angie
or to forget she even existed. I was ready to do just that, but an idea struck
me. Guessing from George's age that he would remember the communes which were
popular a while back, I gave him this answer.
"We are a commune, except we bathe and cut our hair," I said with a smile. I was
not sure they were going to like that answer, but George grinned for a moment
before continuing.
"I remember the communes. Free sex and all that. I do not think Angie would
like that kind of arrangement."
"Oh, we don't have free sex. Davy is the only man who fucks us," Andy said with
a bounce in her voice. Then, she blushed and squirmed in her seat.
"She probably will not want to go," George continued. "She is very happy here.
She has made many friends. And, never forget, she will be very shocked, and
quite possibly hurt, by the existence of a mother and a twin sister."
Andy's face fell. A tear rolled down her cheek as she pleaded with him.
"Please, Uncle George! Let me talk to her!"
I could see George relent a little. Andy gave him that sick puppy look and
batted those big, blue eyes at him. All you men know that look. And, all you
women use it whenever you think it will help.
"Uncle George, when can I meet my sister?" she said in a plaintive tone.
George lovingly stroked her head.
"They called this afternoon. Angie and my son and daughter are driving in from
Mackinaw Island. They should be here in another hour or so."
"Can we wait?"
"Let us talk to her when she gets in. She needs some time with this, Andy. She
will be horribly shocked. Why don't you come back for breakfast? Say, nine in
the morning?"
George could not be persuaded to let us stay to meet Angie. I grudgingly
admired how he maintained his resolve in the face of three pleading and very
determined women who used every female trick to break him down. I finally had to
order the three of them to leave, which they did with tears and grumbling. We
drove down Jefferson Street and checked into the Westin Hotel in the Renaissance
Center, taking a two-room suite with a king-sized bed. We ordered seafood
salads with pie for dessert from room service.
The four of us talked for hours, letting our excitement run down in the process.
Our speculation on what Angela was like had been modified since we now knew she
looked exactly like Andy. George had mistaken Andy for Angie when we first
arrived. But, the repetitive speculation continued.
"The important question," I said, "is whether she will want to go back to
Colorado with us."
"How much formula do you have with you?" Andy asked.
"Enough for five people."
"If we have to program everyone in the family, she is coming home with us."
Andy's strident voice and determined jaw faded. She looked a little embarrassed
as she crawled into my lap and pressed herself against me.
"Am I being too pushy?"
"No. You are not."
"You know how much I love you. You know I would walk away now and never mention
her again if you wanted me to, even without you changing my programming."
"Yes, Andy. I know."
She smiled very lovingly at me. Her eyes were soft and wet. Then, she got that
gleam in her eye, the one saying she had the winning hand and knows it.
"I know you love me, love the three of us, so much you will make sure she comes
with us whether she wants to or not. And, I know you will not program us to
forget her."
"Yes, Andy, my precious kitten. I love all of you that much."
She kissed me, softly at first, but with increasing ardor.
"If you love us that much, why don't you take us to bed and prove it."
To be continued . . .
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