MY INHERITANCE
Chapter 52
The End?
or is it
A New Beginning?
With each passing day, Angie was more happy and positive, which is to say she
was more like her twin. Mary, elated at having her missing daughter home, was
floating on cloud nine.
Andy, beside herself with joy at having a twin sister, made it her
responsibility to train Angie. She had done a good job of it, being both gentle
and firm with the woman only eleven minutes younger than she. Andy provided
physical training, too. Angie had lost her winter fat and was the exact size of
Andy, or rather, the exact size Andy was before she got pregnant. That is a
wonderful size, as you remember.
For the first time, Lisa really felt like a full sister and a true family
member. She was blossoming in Mary's retail business as well as at home. She
seemed to have the right combination of sweetness, hard work and guts, to please
the customer and make money at it.
We all four slept at night in the oversized bed in the main bedroom as we always
had, although sleeping was not the thing we did the first few hours in the bed.
I have told you about that, haven't I?
In addition to my four kittens, I occasionally enjoyed the company of someone
else. I was slowly working my way through the "Triple A" list and adding a few
of my own as I saw them.
It had been almost two months since Angie joined us. Andy was three months
pregnant. She felt wonderful and her morning sickness was long gone. Lisa was
in her second month of pregnancy. Morning sickness was not a problem for her.
She glowed with good health. And, Angie was pregnant. It must have happened the
first time I took her based on the doctor's evaluation of her term.
Cathy was setting Hollywood on fire. Abby and Betty were happy and doing well
in school. Mom and Dad had never enjoyed life and their sex life so much.
The stock market was up, so my investments were going great guns. I had
reproduced the formula, giving me a virtually unlimited amount of programming
chemical. I still had not decided what commercial applications, if any, I would
attempt for the formula, but, I had many good ideas.
Then, on one particular night, Lisa and I had been in the dungeon for almost two
hours. Each of the kittens had dungeon sessions every two weeks or so. This one
had been very rigorous. The doctor had said I could not take her down there
much longer so she wanted a hard session to "tide her over" as she said.
"Oh, my, sis. He really did a number on you," Angie said sympathetically when
she saw Lisa enter the living room.
Her rings had been chained to the wall while I whipped her. Every lash of the
whip made her jerk and every jerk pulled the rings. Her nipples and pussy were
swollen and sore. And, her ass and thighs had some lovely stripes.
"Yes. I loved it," Lisa gasped happily.
She lay on her side to avoid pressure on her front or her back as Angie started
to rub her with ointment.
You know I am not cruel to these kittens. They are programmed to tell me what
they want. Most unprogrammed woman would not do that. She would never say
"Honey, will you whip me tonight?" no matter how much she might want it. But,
kittens do ask and it improves their sex life and mine. I will tell you again,
communication, verbal and nonverbal, is essential to good sex.
Mary, reading in an easy chair in the corner, saw me motion to her. Sensually,
she stood and walked to me. She knelt, moved my legs together, and straddled me,
burying my cock in her pussy.
Andy walked in from the kitchen. If I had known how many pickles she was going
to consume when she was pregnant, I would have bought a pickle factory rather
than stock.
Andy was already showing, a little paunch to her stomach evidence she was with
child. I wondered how big she would get. It would be another month before the
doctor could tell if she was having twins. She smiled and straddled me.
Slowly, she lowered her pussy to my face.
"I'll eat pickle while you eat pussy," she said, grinding that shaved delicacy
into my mouth.
I felt Mary's pussy tighten hard around my cock as Andy crunched the pickle. It
was a disorienting and alarming combination of sensations.
"Do you know what would make this perfect, sweetheart? I wish we were married."
All motion and sound ceased. I heard Angie and Lisa move by us. I looked up to
see them upside down staring at me.
"What do you think, sweetheart?"
"Murrmmmfffff."
"Was that 'will you marry me'?" she asked, moving back a little so I could
speak.
"I said 'you are dripping pickle juice in my face'."
"Sorry. But, what do you think?"
You know I had promised Andy on the streets of San Francisco I would marry her.
She let me off the hook a few days later in LA, but we both remembered. I did
want to marry her. But, I did not want to single her out from the other
kittens, giving her something I did not give them. I would marry her if I could
marry them all.
I can hear you women saying now, "Doesn't that sound just like a man. Saying
that when he knows there is no way to do it."
And, you men are saying "why marry her when you already have her programmed?"
Some of you might even say, "Why buy a cow when the milk is free?"
All I know is, I meant it. I would marry all of them, but not one. And, guys,
I don't understand it either. It just felt right.
"It would not even have to be a real marriage. I want to wear a white dress and
march down the aisle," Mary said wistfully. "I want a photo album with
pictures. I want memories for my old age."
"I would rather all of us marry him then just one, even if that one were me,"
Angie contributed.
"Could we do that? Not have a real wedding, but a pretend wedding where he
marries all of us?"
"Not a real marriage? While I am pregnant? Oh, my! That would drive my mother
nuts," Lisa said with a laugh.
Oh, Lord! That is an excellent reason not to get married. Lisa's mother. I had
not even thought of mothers-in-law. Mary's mother was dead and had been for
many years. And, Mary was Andy's and Angie's mother, so she would be my wife
and a double mother-in-law. What a hoot!
That left only one mother-in-law, Ethel Phillips, Lisa's mother. Ethel was mean
enough to be four mothers-in-law. Physically, she was an attractive women.
Only in her late forties, she was still lean and athletic, which her daughter
inherited. Personality-wise, Ethel was like the evil stepmother in Cinderella,
except the stepmother was sweeter.
"Davy, I need to talk to my mother at some time. She does not even know I am
pregnant."
That will be a conversation.
"Who would give me away?" Andy asked.
"Uncle George would. He would give us both away."
"My Dad would give me away."
I saw Lisa touch Mary lovingly.
"He would give you away, too, Mary, if you wanted him to do it."
Mary smiled sweetly and squeezed Lisa's hand. I relished seeing the four of
them love and care for each other. We really were a family.
Sex had been forgotten, at least by the kittens. My hard cock, still in Mary's
pussy, was screaming for attention. The three not riding my cock I asked to
leave the area. I rolled Mary over and got back to business. Sexy Mary. She
enjoyed it as much as I did.
A call to my attorney the next morning resulted in a call to an attorney
specializing in family law which resulted in a meeting in Denver.
When we arrived for the meeting, the attorney took a look at the four of them
and asked which one was the bride. Four hands went up and she almost fainted.
Zelda, the attorney, was sharp, classy, and dynamic. When we left her office
that day, we had a plan. We could not marry unless we moved to a Muslim country
which recognized multiple marriages. But, we could formalize our relationship
in a non legal ceremony.
So, we decided to have a non wedding ceremony. We organized and got after it.
The guest list would be family and friends.
Family. Mary and Andy did not have any family except us. Angie had only the
Caldwells. But, Lisa had parents (Peter and Ethel) and Paul, a brother who was
two years younger, and some aunts, uncles and cousins. Me. I had the Wilson
legions with a dad, mom, three sisters, five uncles and five aunts and
twenty-six first cousins. And, that was just Dad's side of the family. I had
two uncles, two aunts and seven more cousins on Mom's side.
Friends. They would be almost everyone we ever met. I immediately thought of
the Hermit, Mistress Diana, Madame Delilah, Rebecca, Eve, and several others I
wanted to invite.
Since both Lisa's and my parents lived in LA, the two of us hopped a plane for
the coast. As we took off from Denver International, I asked Lisa, "What would
be the most humiliating thing I could do to you?"
"What?" she gasped, her eyes getting that turned on look.
"Think about it."
I picked up a magazine to read. After only ten minutes of guessing and
pleading, I told her.
"I am going to make you strip naked in front of your mother and show her your
rings."
"No!" she screamed.
In a flash, two stewards and a stewardess were surrounding us, demanding to know
the reason for the scream. It took a little convincing before they realized she
was not in danger. The attention was humiliating for Lisa, which made her happy.
"I was teasing," I said in her ear after we were alone.
"Oh," she replied in a disappointed, little girl voice.
We visited my family first, catching up on family happenings before springing
our news on them. Mom and Dad thought a mock wedding was a great idea. Knowing
my lifestyle, they had given up hopes of a real wedding for me. Since I had
three sisters, I knew they would have plenty of real weddings in their future.
Dad agreed to be the moderator, as we were calling the person who would conduct
the ceremony. If we had a minister or judge, it would be a legal ceremony,
which, for us, was an illegal ceremony.
All my sisters were thrilled. Abby and Betty asked if they could bring their
boyfriends. Cathy asked if she could bring some of her co-stars and maybe a
professional model or two. We agreed and suggested she bring males as well as
females.
As we drove toward Lisa's house, our tension level increased, hers from thinking
about stripping in front of her parents, mine from being with her parents. We
turned onto Lisa's street only a few blocks from her house.
"Looking forward to being stripped in front of your parents?"
"No, but I am a sex slave. I have to do what you tell me to do."
That was Lisa shorthand, meaning yes she wanted it, but would never admit it,
not even to me. I know the limits. Thinking about it was all the fun she was
going to have.
Pete and Ethel were elated to see their only daughter and cordial to me. We sat
in their den passing family pleasantries until Pete asked the cogent question.
"Why are you here?"
Lisa turned red and gave me a pleading look seeking help. I squeezed her hand.
"Mom. Dad. I am pregnant."
One day I would know what that would feel like. To be a parent. To hear those
words. I suspect I will have many daughters since I have four kittens to bear
them. And, from my sons and daughters, I anticipate many grandchildren. But,
today I could only observe the feelings they revealed.
I had expected a reaction equal to a small nuclear device from Ethel. She
surprised me.
"Honey, is that what you want?" she asked very softly and with much feeling.
"Yes, Mom. It is. I am very happy about it."
Gracefully, Ethel moved to sit by us on the couch, taking Lisa's hands in hers,
touching her daughter's leg with her own. Her face was loving and supportive.
"Then, we are very happy for you. Thank you for sharing with us."
"I was afraid you would be angry with me."
"We know Davy is your man, even if we are unsure of your relationship with him.
We were afraid you would lock us out of your life and not share your happiness
with us. Don't ever lock us out, baby."
A tear formed silently, sliding to fall on her breast when she looked down. She
shook, releasing a sob. Pete sat by her, pulling her to him, patting her
shoulder tenderly, whispering a reassurance in her ear.
I promised myself I would remember the depth of parental love, the need to be a
part of their childrens' lives and the value of their support, when dealing with
my own children. I did not change my opinion of Ethel, however. We had not
told them about the faux wedding.
When we told Pete and Ethel our wedding plans and explained to them the five of
us lived together and slept in one bed, they surprised me again. Pete was very
non-committal. Ethel looked at me as though she wanted to strip off my clothes
and rape me. But, they offered no real resistance to the idea. Lisa and I were
very relieved.
The invitation to our ceremony read:
Mr. David Bertram Wilson cordially invites you to attend a ceremony recognizing
his relationships with Miss Mary Mathews, Miss Andrea Mathews, Miss Angela
Anderson and Miss Lisa Phillips, to be held . . .
It was held in the ballroom of a lodge. Knowing working to build something
together is a bonding experience in itself, we had all the guests participate in
the decoration the day of the ceremony. There was plenty of food and drink to
go around, with non alcoholic champagne and pickles for those on a special diet.
"We are not on diets, Davy," Angie said.
"We are eating for two," Lisa chimed in.
"Or, more," Andy giggled.
Dad, as moderator, was standing at the front. I stood in the traditional place
of the groom with cousins and friends lined up behind me as groomsmen. Cathy,
Abby, Betty, and Elizabeth Caldwell served as maids of honor. I know a wedding
normally has only one maid of honor but this was not a wedding. Anyway, with
four brides you need four maids of honor.
The kittens wore identical dresses, with adjustments for fit, of course. That
part was a particular problem since one of the brides was showing. The dresses
were floor length in an empire style, with long veils.
All of them were stunning. But, every bride is stunning on her wedding day,
isn't she?
To traditional music, George Caldwell and Pete Phillips escorted two kittens
each down the extra wide center aisle.
We exchanged vows and Dad read the ceremony the five of us had written.
I had given each of them identical diamond solitaire engagement rings for the
third finger of their left hands after we had decided to do the ceremony. Now,
in front of God and everyone, I removed the simple gold band on each one's thumb
and replaced it with a diamond wedding band on the same thumb.
I kissed my nonbrides.
After the five of us walked down the aisle to the back and the groomsmen and
maids of honor had followed, the attendees quickly moved all the chairs out of
the way and the band set up.
We learned later we were not the only one who made plans for the evening. Cathy
had decided an orgy would be appropriate.
The crew she brought with her from LA was three gals and four guys, all of whom
you would recognize, and all of whom were beautiful and horny. Cathy's plan was
to start slowly and build. But, when one of her friends, a male model with the
face and body of a Greek god, stripped off his shirt, Elizabeth Caldwell lost
her cool and her virginity as hundreds chanted "go, go." That got things
started with a bang.
I was told later the young studs decided to have a cock size comparison contest
which ended abruptly when the Hermit pulled out a whopper. That led to Cathy
and another girl latching onto him.
I do know my Dad spent the night with Rebecca and George Caldwell spent the
night with Madame Delilah. Mom ended up with the Hermit after he had fucked
Cathy and her friend into delirium. I thought that was ironic since she was
Uncle Bert's favorite and he was Uncle Bert's best friend. I wondered if Uncle
Bert had shared Mom with the Hermit while he was alive, so I asked the Hermit.
He blushed and stammered, but did not answer.
I am not sure what happened to Patty Caldwell, but she showed up the next day
very embarrassed, with swollen lips and more stains on her dress than a White
House intern. George, Jr. worked his way through the girls, including his
sister and two of mine. Paul, Lisa's younger brother, after announcing he was
bisexual, had a mano-mano with the Greek god. Elizabeth decided she wanted in,
so they sandwiched her, meaning Elizabeth lost two virgin holes in one night.
That seemed to greatly please her.
Ethel, Lisa's mom, spent the night with Mistress Diana in a makeshift dungeon
Diana assembled for the occasion. Ethel liked it so much she went with Diana
back to New York for a month.
I did not recognize Ethel when she got back from New York a month later. Neither
did Lisa. Ethel had lost weight and toned up even more. She was wearing only
locked six inch heels with thigh high black stockings and an arm binder. Diana
led her by a leash attached to a wide and tight leather collar. But, the reason
we did not recognize her was the leather helmet covering her entire head. She
only stayed a few hours before she and Diana left for the west coast. Pete was
anxious to see his new pet.
I guess most guys hate visits from their mother-in-law. Let me tell you about
the first time Ethel visited us. It was about three months after the ceremony.
Lisa and I picked Ethel up at the Denver airport. The three of us ate at an
expensive restaurant and had a lovely, family visit. Lisa was five months along
then and showing nicely.
When we got to Vail, I put Ethel's things in the back bedroom. She handed me
the small suitcase she had brought with her, blushing and looking away as she
did. When I opened it I found a note from Pete telling me to put her to work.
I also found a maid's uniform. The uniform was rubber and fit from the the top
of her neck to mid thigh. It laced very tightly up the back, particularly
around the mid section. In essence, it was a full length rubber corset.
I put her to work. When she left a week later, our house had never been as
clean. Of course, Ethel never slept in the bedroom. She spent her nights in
bondage in the basement where the rest of us visited her for our amusement and
her delight.
I like having a mother-in-law like Ethel. When she left, I asked her to come
visit any time. She promised she would.
The five of us did not directly participate in the sex at the wedding reception
except as voyeurs. Some others did not participate either. The band was great
and many people danced their legs off. I did make Lisa pull up her wedding dress
and show her father and mother her pierced pussy to their mutual delight.
Hours later, happy from the day and exhausted from the activities, we rode to
our house hanging off the sides of a pumper fire truck courtesy of the Vail
Volunteer Fire Department. The fireman hit the siren and sounded the horn as he
wound through the streets.
Our living room had been stocked with munchies and mock champagne. The mink
rugs from all three houses had been brought to Vail to cover the floor, making a
soft bed for us. Scented candles provided our only light.
The kittens excused themselves. In a moment, they returned. As you know,
normally we are naked in our house, whether sleeping or visiting. Tonight, my
kitten-brides wore matching, floor length sheer nightgowns in white, which
rustled suggestively as they knelt around me.
Sometimes being clothed in more sexy than being naked. I had never seen four
more sexy women in my life as they knelt demurely, legs together, hands folded
in their laps, eager and happy faces turned to me.
I extended my hand to Angie.
Angie. My newest kitten. The only one to came to me a virgin. The one still
learning and growing as a sexual creature and in her kitten skills. The one most
shy, although I knew she would one day be as open and eager as her sisters.
When she stood, I picked her up and carried her into my bed. I took her slowly
and gently as she purred like a kitten and responded in a heated and energetic
desire. I took my time with her, slowly teasing and tantalizing until we
consummated the ceremony. When she was spent, I carried her again to the
living room.
I extended my hand to Lisa.
Lisa. My different one: dark haired, green eyed, with her leaner body. The one
who desperately needed to be submissive, to be humiliated occasionally. The one
who so easily could become a world class slut, fucking every thing with a cock,
but who was very happy with me. The one who came to me as a willing slave,
accepting my commands and my weight although not programmed. After carrying her
to my bed, I bound her arms and legs to the headboard, spreading her wide, with
her bloated and pierced pussy fully displayed. I took some photos of her that
way as I called her a slut. After making her beg to be fucked, I consummated my
union roughly. She cried in her joy, tears still on her face as I returned her
to the living room.
I extended my hand to Mary.
Mary. My oldest kitten, the mother of Andy and Angie. My kitten leader. My
rock. My stoic one. My Rolls Royce, with whom sex was smooth and dynamic. The
one who most truly accepted without question and was comfortable with her
position as a sex slave, happily doing whatever I asked of her. The one who
would never seek or want another man, but would fuck an army if I asked,
enjoying it as much as they did. The one who still seemed to be able to see my
thoughts. I carried her to the bed and lay beside her. She snuggled against me
as my hand slipped down to raise the hem of her gown.
"Davy, before we make love, may I say something, two things really."
"Of course, kitten."
"I said I loved you but Bert was my great love. Remember? At the Hermits. I
just wanted you to know I don't feel that way any more. It is not that I love
Bert any less. It is that I love you more."
She brushed away a tear that somehow was on my cheek, then kissed me with a
passion and depth which melted my soul.
"And, Davy, please cum in me tonight. I am ovulating. I do want your baby."
"I planned to do that. I can read the calendar, too," I said with a smile.
When I carried Mary back into the living room, the others were all asleep, in a
little, warm pile as kittens sleep. As I lay Mary beside them, she wrapped her
arms around my neck and whispered in my ear.
"I am pregnant. I could tell immediately with the girls and I can tell now. Oh,
Davy, I am so happy."
"How can you be so sure?"
"I just can feel it. You watch. I will be throwing up in the morning."
That left but one with which to celebrate our ceremony.
Andy.
Sweet, delicious, delightful Andy. The first. Yes, the dearest. If I had only
one to choose, it would be Andy. She knew that as well as I. But, we both
tried to make sure the others did not know it. Andy. My Porsche, hot, flashy,
fun. The one who loved me completely, totally, as only a few blessed men are
loved by a woman. The one who would die before she let another man touch her.
The one who was modest unless it was with me, then her sexuality exploded
without bounds or restraints. My imp. My soulmate. My true love.
She was apparently asleep, on her side with her five month pregnant belly
resting against Angie's back. Gently, I slipped my arms under her to carry her
to my bed.
"Not tonight, dear. I have a headache."
"What?" I asked in astonishment.
"Kittens can't say that, but wives can. I may say that a lot."
I laughed as she rolled over to face me. She wrinkled her nose and giggled. Her
hands slipped around me, pulling me down on her as her eyes flared with heat and
love. She crushed her mouth into mine with a wild and dynamic kiss. Her arms
wrapped around my neck as I carried her into the bedroom.
When I placed her on the bed, she set up and yanked her nightgown off, throwing
it to the floor. She lay back with her legs spread. When I lay beside her, she
began stroking my back. I put my ear to her stomach to listen to the life
growing in her.
"What are we going to name them?"
"I am still working on the names' list."
"Well, hurry up! I want to start calling them by name."
"Anything else you want, little mother?"
"I want a pickle."
I moved to stand, but her fingers wrapped tightly around my cock. She had that
sweet but hot, innocent but devilish, and always sexy smile I loved so much.
"Sweetheart, this is the pickle I want."
THE END
The following author's note still applies.
Dear Readers,
I have received many e-mails from many readers. From a small group, I have
received muktiple e-mails.
I wish to thank all of you from the bottom of my heart for contacting me and for
your words of support. It has meant a great deal. Without it, I would not have
expanded and significantly rewritten this piece which is a work I did last year.
I encourage all readers to write an author if they like what he or she is doing
(or, even if you don't like it). Such feedback is appreciated more than many
readers realize.
Even now that My Inheritance is finished, I would appreciate hearing from you,
positive or negative.
Thank you again for following the adventures of Davy, Andy, Mary, Lisa, Angie
and the other kittens and characters. I hope you enjoyed it.
Best wishes,
E. Z. Riter
E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com
