The Inheritance

[Little Boy Lost]

OOC: Duncan Bates. 20 years old. 6'3". 200 pounds. Long blonde hair. Grey eyes. Well built and athletic.



IC:


I shed no tears at my father's funeral. He was a cold and distant man. I wouldn't miss him.


He was generous at the end, though. In his will he left me virtually everything. The houses. The cars. The companies. The stock portfolios. The bank accounts. Except for an embarrassingly modest stipend to his third wife, I got it all.


Which brings me back to my inheritance. Of all my father's possessions, I was about to claim the one I really wanted.


My 30 year old step-mother.

 

[katra_tyr_b]

Tonya Bates

Tonya 30, golden tresses midback, light blue eyes, fairly tanned skin, 5'7" approx 122. Meduim build and firm... 36D-28-33
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I was devastated when William died. He was a very passionate man and losing him was breaking my very heart.

I turned to his son Duncan and held him for a few minutes as William was laid to rest. I felt that my whole world had just ended.

Three weeks later I received an allowance from his estate to take care of any needs that might arise. I smiled at William's generousity, at least in front of the lawyer I did. I was shocked that William thought I was able to manage on six thousand dollars a year. Especially when we were speanding at least that a month.

That night I was lieing in our old bed and weeping. What was I going to do know.

 

[Little Boy Lost]

Duncan

In the morning Tonya explained her situation to me over breakfast. She had no money, and nowhere to go. On the outside, I showed great concern and sympathy for her plight.


On the inside, however, I was secretly delighted. It set things up perfectly for me.


"You're welcome to stay here as long as you like, Tonya," I said.

The relief on her face was evident. Her face lit up as she thanked me with a warm hug.

"Think nothing of it," I said as I ran my hand up and down the small of her back. "After all. We're family....."

 

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Tonya

I was relieved to get that worry off of my chest. When Duncan offered to let me stay here in the only home I had ever really known.

William took me from a life that was considered trashy. Not that I was trashy but when you live in the bad part of town the names haunt you.

At least I still had my home. I was relieved yet I was still confused why I was given such a small "allowence" until it dawned on me. Didn't William say that his previous wives remain single.

Well I wasn't one to get greedy if that was the real reason. After breakfast I walked in the den where William sat many times going over the books and stock highlights.

 

[Little Boy Lost]

Duncan

I gave Tonya a little time to settle in before I made my move. But I was only human. It was difficult living with her day in and day out without crudely jumping her bones. She was that sexy.


After a few weeks, I decided I was ready. Tonya rarely left the house. I could tell she was both sad and lonely.


I found her in my father's den. It was still filled with his presence. It was almost haunted by his ghost. With the portraits hanging on the wall, it almost felt like he was watching us.

It should have creeped me out a little. It didn't in fact, it turned me on a little. If Daddy Dearest was really watching, I planned to put on quite a show for him.


"You miss him," I said. Tonya looked up from the book she was reading and nodded. Tears started welling up in her eyes, and I opened my arms to her. She came to me willingly. I stroked her hair and let her cry herself out."

"Life goes on, Tonya," I said softly. You know Dad would want you to find happiness, don't you?

Barely making a sound, she said yes.

"Let me make you happy," I said. Softly, I brushed my lips against hers....

 

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Tonya

I was sitting in the one room that I felt William the strongest. This was William's domain and I found myself drawn to be in here.

I didn't notice Duncan's presence until he spoke. I went to his arms and wept.

I was so alone and guilty that I wanted to feel William's arms on my body and his cock sliding in and out of my aching cunt.

When Duncan kissed my lips, I came alive and returned that kiss with one that was hungry and demanding, devouring that feeling of power. I wrapped my arms around his neck and let out a deep sigh.

I felt my hands glide over his chest. Was this a dream or not? I didn't care.