The Inheritance

[BLACK BART]

For Maid and I.........


Cold rain pounded down on the small gathering assembled under an open air shelter, the wind whipping the drops into the faces of the suffering men and women as a single monotone voice droned on and over the noise of the storm…

“Finally in conclusion we are gathered here today to pay our last respects to a great man.”

Yeah, yeah, yeah…fuckin get ON with it!”

“A man all of us knew and who touched our lives in ways so deep we shall never forget.”

Jesus, if they only knew WHERE he touched some of us and HOW.

“And with this knowledge and respect for such a great man we give him our final wishes for a better after life, to live it in such style as he did while living it here with us.”

“As if it were always one GRAND party around the old son of a bitch! “

“In the name of the father, and the son and the holy ghost”

Lucas Reginald Prescott turned from the group and continued his muttering. It would be a party all right, now that the old man was dead and he could finally claim his portion of the massive estate. A party of the likes none other he had thrown and one that wouldn’t ever be forgotten…

“A…. fucking… men!”

The rain droned on as the group silently broke up and moved to waiting cars, the tall, pale faced Lucas slipping and sliding down the greasy slope to his own sleek and expensive ride…

The face that stared back in the rear view mirror could be described as handsome. That is if the eyes weren’t so hard and calculating, or the lips to thin and tight, or the skin on the face so pallid and sweaty…

Two lines would take care of that the young man knew, and as he gunned the engine and dropped the clutch to spin away from the funeral in his usual uncaring style he laughed, his thoughts on the night ahead and who he would spend it with, not on the next morning and the reading of the will as it should have been… All that remained in young Lucas’s mind was how he was going to spend the money…and where…

Lucas Reginald Prescott. Age 32, Partial heir to a fortune now to be split up three ways, a spoiled young man who would never dream of working for what was so easily given to him. A man who had few friends and no claimed family, his mother dead at childbirth after delivering twins, his father now rotting in the grave next to her, the twin sister deserting him and leaving him to face the daily wrath of the old man he had grown to hate. It was an easy life he looked forward to now. One where he would be rolling in the cash and loving every single minute of it.

Or so he thought

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Hidden beneath the semi-sheer, black veil, her eyes followed her stepson as he left the graveside. Running off to get high, no doubt. And where was that twin of his? That bitch should have been here -- at least to make a show of things. Well, she'd turn up at the reading tomorrow for sure. Daddy's Little Darlin'.

At thirty seven, Cordellia Prescott suddenly found herself heiress to a multi-million dollar fortune; split three ways to be sure, but if she planned it right, she would have the lioness' share. And she was certain that she had.

Of course she'd had to pay a price for it. There was always a price where Prescott was concerned. But it had been trifling small. Trifling small indeed. Just over ten years of "Yes, Daddy.... Ooh, that feels so good, Daddy... Fuck me harder, Daddy" while he came crying out his daughter's name.

"Mrs. Prescott? May I say once again that your gift to the Church in honor of your husband's memory was more than... generous? My prayers will be with you in this time of grief."

"Thank you, Father" she replied with a tremor in her voice. If only he knew. If only... Cordellia stifled the laugh that threatened to burst free as her shoulders shook with glee. Thank heaven she'd thought to wear this veil. It wouldn't do for a widow to be laughing at her husband's grave. It wouldn't do at all.

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Amelia Prescott Warner watched the scenario from a distance, most notably her brother's anger -- or was it just that he was jonesing? The poor bereaved widow being comforted by the priest as he and her father's attorney escorted her to the limousine. She wanted to puke.

Bastard! May you rot in peace." She smiled, adding her own "blessing" of sorts. Amelia would have laughed aloud, but she wanted to meet up with Luke before he got too high to have a conversation with. They had a lot of catching up to do.

Hurrying back to her rental, Amelia slipped behind the wheel just in time to see her brother speed off. She already knew where he was living, Lucas had never left "home", but he had other places that he hung. The PI she kept on the payroll kept her well informed. And she kept him. Well, lets just say she kept him... satisfied.

Memories of other times, set aside but never forgotten whirled through her mind as she followed Lucas from a discreet distance. He'd touched their lives all right, just like that priest had said, but she couldn't help wondering what the good father would think if he knew exactly where and how Daddy had touched.

Turning on the radio to block out those unbidden thoughts, she once again considered how much nicer her life would be with a few million in her dwindling bank account. That thought alone almost made her cum and her entire body shivered its need but she resisted the urge to bury her fingers in her snatch right then and there. There would be time for this later, too. First things first.

 

[BLACK BART]

Lucas was suffering from a head splitting, self induced headache as he sped along in the ground hugging foreign sports car. Self induced because when he recieved the news his father was dead he had gone out and polished off bottle of Scotch he was saving for the occasion as well as several lines of blow...

And THEN he had picked up the phone and invited over half of the drug pushers and fifty or sixty of thier best customers...throwing the wildest and craziest party he had ever dreamed of.

A party that was still going on three days later and had yet to reach it's peak. The local law wouldn't bother it. He had geased the wheels quite well and thanked his cranky old bastard of a father for that lesson...Pay off the law before you get in trouble, it was cheaper that way!

Still, despite the pounding migraine {Lucas knew was caused from a few hours of withdrawal from the blow and would quickly go away with a single line} he had spotted the tail that was smoothly and easily following his own speeding car down the narrow alleys.

He slowed and leaned over to the glovebox, pulling a tiny yet deadly automatic from it as he rolled up to the converted warehouse that was his home away from home...

Stepping out of the sportscar he kept the pistol shielded behind his body and stepped to the shadow of a doorway, hearing the wild, loud music pulsing from behind it as the car that was tailing him pulled up and a thin, dark clothed figure slid out of it.

"Looking for someone in particular?" Lucas called out and brought the pistol to his waist, his nerves keyed to pull the trigger if the figure in front of him even twitched the wrong way.

The music swelled in volume...The figure spun and raised a hand...and Lucas was the one that twitched, sending off an ill aimed shot that screamed off the opposite buildings brick faced front...

"You always were a lousy shot Reggie...Some things never change I guess..."

A familiar voice came to Lucas and he pocketed the gun AFTER setting the safety...

"Well, well...now there's a voice I haven't heard in several years...Not since the day you announced you were getting married and rolled out of MY bed"

Lucas spit out the words and yet was relieved...It wasn't one of wicked witches thugs come to get rid of him...Maybe things would improve...now that SHE was back...

"Come on up to the flat and I'll serve you a drink sis, I sure as hell need several myself...I'll even introduce you to a few people that I'm sure will tickle your fancy if you want.

And that was it. No hug or welcome...sister and brother united once more...the music and smell of hash wafting over the pair as Lucas opened the door and waited for her to walk into the party...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Amelia

It was wall-to-wall people in various stages of dress and undress. Standing, leaning, dancing, reclining. Nodding, dozing. Smoking, drugging, boozing. Amelia wasn't a prude -- far from it -- but she had tired of orgies long ago, preferring threesomes and sometimes a fourth when she was feeling especially horny. As for the drugs and alcohol, she rarely indulged to the extent that her brother and his guests did.

"Don't you get tired of all... this?" She asked with a flourish of her hand, gesturing toward the crush of people. Lucas grinned and shrugged when someone put a beer into it. No one goes without had been his orders. He was pleased to see that for once someone was doing something he said.

Amelia twisted off the top and took a long, slow sip using the back of her hand to wipe the dribble that ran down her chin. There was some lovely eye candy here, she thought wickedly, but she needed to talk to her brother while he was still standing.

"Luke we need to talk. Somewhere... private. Now."

He looked at her and gestured for her to follow. She was tempted to stop a few times as a hand brushed her boobs or someone grabbed at her ass and she returned the favor more than once, making a pass at a package or two with a promise to return. Business before pleasure.

"Get out! Now!" Amelia was almost knocked over as a flurry of men and women came running from a room that he had obviously just cleared. "In here. Best I can do. Have a seat."

It was obviously a bedroom of sorts, at least that was the only furniture in the room -- and more than a little worse for wear. Eyeing the rumpled, cum-stained sheets, Amelia decided to stand. "Damn, Luke. This place is a sty."

Her brother shrugged again as if to say it really wasn't a concern to him and none of her business either. Amelia figured it wasn't either, but their inheritance was. And that's what she needed to talk about.

"They're going to read the will tomorrow, Luke. Any idea what's in it?"

"Nope."

"Nope? What's the matter with you? Coke got your tongue?" she snapped, beginning to lose patience. "You've been living home since I left. I know. I keep tabs. And you don't know??"

What she wasn't asking was the question fueled by a niggling fear that their father had cut her out of the will when she had cut him off by leaving and marrying Todd Jenkins, the tennis pro from the Club. It didn't last long and was followed by four or five others. She wasn't even sure anymore... lost count along the way. Her last had been that freak, Tom Warner, but the settlement from that divorce was running out and she wasn't looking to give up a hell of a lot just because of a sudden shortage in cash flow.

Amelia knew she'd burned her bridges years ago with her bro, but there was no time like the present for a little repair work. Just in case. She looked around the room with disgust. "Come on, Luke. Let's go back to the big house. I need to clean up and change. We can come back... after."

 

[BLACK BART]

“Fuck YOU sis”

It felt so good after all the years.

To finally say what I dreamed off. Only it wasn’t quite like my dream. Her face didn’t collapse into a painful mask of exquisite agony and remorse. She didn’t weep and fall to her knees and she didn’t beg.

Still? It was something as I grabbed a pillow and swept off the top of the table jammed behind the door and watched the bottles shatter with glee.

“You can worry about your cut of the money all you want. But me? I’m going to have some blow and then move back to the party. There’s a pair of college chicks I’m going to do tonight before I get entirely wasted and I don’t like sloppy seconds.”

From a pocket I pulled a silver tube used by my father to store his two hundred dollar cigars. Only now it didn’t store the obnoxious smelling hand rolled weed he had insisted on smoking each evening. It was a container for a much better pleasure that came in the form of a fine, white powder.

Tenderly I shook it and formed a pair of lines…licking the threads of the open half of the tube before gently screwing the upper half onto it and kneeling beside the table…

“What in the hell are you doing? I told you I wanted to talk!”

I swatted the hand away as it reached to brush the lines away, then pushed the body as it brushed against me…hard…hard enough to know she stumbled against the bed and fell on it as I knelt again and inhaled…

“So talk…but never fuck with my candy again sis…or I won’t be so nice next time.”

True to form she came off the bed like a tigress, hands arched into claws and nails extended to tear my eyes out and I laughed…and stepped aside to grab a wrist and twist the arm behind her back.

“Owwwwwww, you bastard!” She hissed as I shoved her for a second time towards the bed and watched her fall on its surface.

“If I am then what does that make you? A whore’s mistake?” I challenged and gloated over her, my pulse racing not from the exertion of fending her pitiful attack off but rather from the blow coursing into it.

“The only mistake was me coming here! I thought we could patch things up and lean on each other in such a trying time.” She whimpered in return as she made a show of rubbing her shoulder and brushing away a tear.

I laughed…louder and higher…my voice rising to an eerie wail at her attempt to gather pity, laughing until my sides hurt and my head spun…Shit…this was good shit!

“You’re as glad he’s dead as I am and the only reason you’re here is because you’re running low on the green stuff…I don’t need contacts in high places to see that! All I need are the eyes in my head and my nose to smell the desperation you reek of!”

She rose from the bed…the mask of injured pride gone as her face grew still and her eyes blazed…then cooled to a frosty stare as she adjusted the expensive blouse I had rumpled.

“So we’re done then. Words that were spoken carefully, in the form of a statement and not a question…

“We were done 10 years ago when you deserted me sis. Done when you left the house without a “by your leave” or an attempt to explain…Now get out of here so I can get fucked by someone I want to be fucked by…”

She left…Like before without a word or even looking over her shoulder, proud and tall her ass twitching under the skirt she wore so tight and well…And I moved to the party…

But the magic was gone. The wanting to revel in the death of a cranky and selfish old man floating away like the smoke that hung overhead…drifting upwards into the night sky. And somehow that angered me.

And I took the anger out on the people I had invited to celebrate with me, driving them from and away from me, and out into the night screaming and hissing at me…until I stood alone in the empty stillness of the flat…kneeling on the floor that was covered in rank filth, closing my eyes and mind from reality to dream of a perfect world, far, far away…

“I told you to get the fuck out!” I growled into the darkness as a single pair of high-heeled footsteps interrupted my fantasy world…clicking closer and closer until I opened my eyes to admire a pair of long legs…and into a face that was too familiar in my dreams and a pair of gently smiling lips.

“Bitch” I growled softly and rose to my feet.

“Bastard” The smiling lips returned…

“Cock sucker” I added and pulled the lush form tight to me, feeling my erection rubbing her grinding mound…

“I thought you’d never ask.” The lips came back with and then stilled as I crushed my own roughly against them…

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Amelia

Amelia placed the flat of her palm against Luke's erection, the practiced fingers of her other hand hurriedly unfastened his trousers. His hands were everywhere. Tearing open her blouse. Squeezing, pinching, teasing her nipples. Suckling now. Feeding ravenously at her breasts. Biting. Pulling. She moaned her delight at the pleasure/pain of it as she finally lowered Luke's zipper and hooked her thumbs into the waist, slithering down his's body as she slowly pushed them over his hips.

Ah... the sins of the father -- and his children -- she thought, her fingers circling her twin's rampant cock as it bounced free of restraints. Amelia pushed her hair back so that he could see her mouth -- her tongue -- as it flicked out to taste the first drops of his precum before circling its swollen, angry head.

Cupping his sac, she rolled his balls gently in her hand, allowing her index finger to slip behind, massaging gently while her crimson painted lips nibbled along his length and back again. Never taking her eyes from his, she watched carefully for his pleasure. Her tongue -- swirling, lapping, toying, teasing. Her lips -- parting, sinuously enveloping Luke's girth as he wove his fingers into her hair; thrusting his pelvis forward as she took him completely like some obscene sword-swallower in a side show.

Her thong had wedged up into her slit, the taut material rubbing against her clit as she rocked her hips in rhythm with her twin. Swathed in a red hot haze of lust, she felt her need mounting. She was so ready, so...

Amelia purred her arousal. Her cheeks concave as she sucked, the vein that ran along the underside of his shaft bulged as he fucked her mouth. Lucas had called her cock sucker and mmm... yes, she was. And good at it, too. Then again, she'd had a good teacher...

Still staring into her brother's eyes, her mouth slithered up and down his sex, her vision blurred with sheer lust. "That's it, Baby Girl. Suck Daddy's cock. Oh yess... Suck... Suck... " And suck she did. Like she always did. As if her very life depended on it. And maybe somehow it did.

Suddenly releasing her hold on his shaft, she buried her hand between her own legs. Her fingers a blur of movement beneath her short skirt, Amelia surrendered herself, descending into the depths of depravity.

"Cum for me. Cum... " Whose voice? Daddy? Luke? Who???

"I am... I... nowww!!!" Her mind screamed out, but Amelia's mouth never missed a stroke as the orgasm crashed over her, wracking her body with a rapid tattoo of seemingly endless convulsions while she waited for the hot eruption of her lover's seed.

 

[BLACK BART]

"Aaagggh!" Luke moaned and gripped his sister’s hair in both hands, taking control of the pair of red hot lips that were wrapped around the girth of his swollen cock and driving the full length of it into her mouth and throat.

*Jesus she was goooood! * He groaned and pounded deeper into her until her nose was buried in his pubic hair with each thrust...

He knew she had cum. And knew as well her perverted desires and how she got off...

And that only made his own blood boil hotter in his veins as he emptied his seed and held her until he felt her throat convulse around the head of his cock trying to swallow it whole...

And then pulled his length out of her mouth trying not to laugh when it slid out with a large popping noise.

"Good to the last drop dear brother" Amelia leered upwards at him and licked her goo-covered lips..."I hope you enjoyed it as much as I just did?"

"Oh it was wonderful sweet sister o' mine, but we're just getting started..." Luke promised and gripped her hair tight again, lifting her to her feet and propelling her towards a doorway.

"I save this room for my special guests...and would call you my MOST honored guest I've ever hosted, so don't cum and go...."

Amelia missed the crude joke but then it was easy to as she was dragged half backwards and forced roughly to an upright and skin pricking post.

"Lukey got a new toy he wants to show his sissy?"

It was an old taunt she used to use when she caught him whacking off in the bathroom...that is after she got herself off first watching him and then broke in to embarrass him. It enraged him then and it did now as he shoved both arms over her head and his face to hers.

"You betcha baby.... I never forgot how you left me hanging when you left...now I'm going to return the favor..." He taunted back and kissed her hard, laughing as she bit his lip and he pulled back to taste his own blood. Her wrist were locked in the metal handcuffs over head and with a yank on the rope tied off to the post he lifted his sister to her tiptoes, fondling her as he tied the rope off and admired her.

"Now where were we? Oh yeah.... you’ve been bad little sister and since daddy kicked the bucket it's my duty to punish you, isn't it?"

Stroking his still hard length Luke moved to a pile of leather on the floor and drew a wooden paddle from the middle of it, rubbing the sandpapered face of it over Amelia's swollen nipple...

"We don't have fancy toys like your friends do I'm sure but they're quite effective and painful." He observed before lifting the paddle and bringing it down sharply on her breast.

"That's far enough brother dearrrr, you've proved your point and I'm quite remorseful as well as punished!" Amelia gasped over several more vicious blows to her exposed mammaries...

But true to his stoned word dear brother Luke continued to punish her, spinning her and forcing her to bend forward with her ass exposed...then renewing his assault on her as he kicked her legs apart as far as they would go...

"Tell me you're so sorrrry for being so baaaad, sissy" He tossed back at her and rammed his cock into her still dripping wet snatch. "Or do you like it and want more?"

His cock-head dripping wet he pulled back and then rammed it between the pair of tight and inviting orbs of her ass, burying it deeper with each punishing thrust as he brought the paddle back into play.

"Cummm for your new daddy bitch..." He grunted and pounded into her tight rear hole...."Make me proud"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Amelia

At first, Amelia fought to remain distant, in control, but it was futile to deny the strange mix of fear and excitement that coursed through her body. Balancing on the tips of her toes, she tried to ignore the burning in her shoulders that radiated pain/pleasure downward, across her breasts, rippling over her stomach, concentrating between her legs.

She cried out when he plunged his cock into her dripping gash and drew it out again only to drive it deep into the hot depths of her bowels, forcing his thickness past the tightness of her sphincter with no regard to the sharp, jabbing pain that made her muscles quiver. Hurting, burning, his cock had stretched her almost beyond limits before she was able to catch a breath.

Amelia felt his balls slamming against her cunt, torturing her aching clit only to find her attention there abruptly ripped away to her nipples. Red-hot and raw from the cruel coarseness of the paddle, she screamed their need to be soothed.

Bombarded by the pleasure/pain of so many different stimuli, she began to lose all reason, struggling to attain and hold her space. Slowly, slowly... Amelia struggled to relax her body as the sensations shifted, refocussed -- deeper now. Different. She longed for release, wondering when he would allow it.

 

[BLACK BART]

Luke could feel the tight muscles of his sisters sphincter around his blood gorged shaft and could hear the sounds of pain coming deep from her throat...

It was pure bliss...Knowing he was causing her pain and feeling the pleasure her body was giving him in the physical and mental planes.

And then it began to change.

Her body began to relax, moving with his as he plunged into it, her cries of pain mutating to ones he couldn't believe...as her tight hole relaxed as well.

"Jesus" He moaned in disgust before bringing the nearly forgotten paddle down on her bare flank. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

A yelp of pain and then Luke's sister turned her head to meet his over her shoulder...and she actually grinned.

"You're not the ONLY freak in this family dear brother...

The comment angered him, almost as much as the realization he wasn't creating as much pain and discomfort as he hoped to his sisters body, and in that red haze he used the paddle again....

"Bitch!

This round wasn't over...far from it Luke knew in his drug induced haze, the effects of the crank would keep him hard for hours and before he went limp he would see and hear his sister begging for mercy...

"Beg me you slut!" He growled at her and fastened his free hand in Amelia's wild hair.

Beg for what he never considered as he pulled his cock from between her firm asscheeks and rammed it into her dripping snatch.

"Beg"