This story will make more sense if you start with the first chapter. As it deals with incest, humiliation, and bodily functions, please read no further if any of those offends you. All characters are 18 or over.
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I had graduated from college and was working at a job where I was quite happy when my Aunt Kathryn telephoned the place where my brother Dennis and I were living.
"Susan," she said, in a voice I immediately sensed was attempting to retain some presence in the face of trouble, "you need to come over to your mother's house right away. It appears she has passed away."
I thanked her, assured her that I would be on my way momentarily, and then roused my brother and got him into the car with me as we sped across town to my mother's house.
I hadn't seen much of my mother once we had moved out. That had happened after she gave me a fierce and horrible whipping, in which Aunt Kathy had played a supporting role. My mother was a cold woman and I felt everything had improved once we got away from her.
It turned out that Aunt Kathy had taken on responsibility, which surprised me. She told me when I arrived at my mother's house that the internist was also on his way. Upon our arrival, we walked into her bedroom and found her lifeless in her huge bed.
We were not a wealthy family, but my father had left us all decent inheritances when he had died suddenly several years before now. This was what had enabled Dennis and I to move out and for both of us to continue at college, where he still had two years to go.
The internist arrived and told us after a brief examination of the body that my mother had likely died quite quickly from an aortic aneurysm. This did mean, he assured us, that she experienced only a flash of pain and then she would have become unconscious.
"There is little chance that this could be predicted or treated effectively, unless she was already in an intensive-care facility," he declared to us.
I remembered some of what had happened when my father had died, so I got on the phone to our family lawyer, Ronald Warner, and then to our church to begin making the funeral arrangements. My mother had been quite generous to the church, so it would not be difficult to arrange for the funeral to take place in the main sanctuary.
When Ron Warner, the lawyer, arrived, Dennis and I met privately with him. He would handle the burial arrangements which my father had left in good order and all had been prepaid.
Then he spoke to us in a calm tone.
"Susan," he began, "I can be very open about this because your mother never insisted that any of the arrangements she was making needed to be kept from you. Your mother considered you the logical heir because you are of age. While I know the two of you were not on close terms during the past year, her will provides that you inherit her entire estate, once all taxes and expenses are paid. You will also be made the guardian for Dennis, until he reaches the age of 21. No one else has any direct rights to be included in the bequests and any further distribution is entirely at your option."
The church sent its sexton over to have the body taken by their undertaker and prepared for the funeral service. Ron Warner outlined what would have to be done and left me a list and some forms before he left.
I sat down with Dennis and closed the door to what had been Dad's old office. I told Dennis that I would make sure he got his fair share of the estate, even if he had to wait until he was 21 to get hold of it. He smiled, said he appreciated that I was the sister he loved, and that he had total faith in my ability to handle this whole situation.
I suggested then that he and I move back into the house. The undertaker had removed Mom's body and had me sign a few papers. I made sure we were not paying for some ridiculously fancy deal. I went on to say to Dennis that I wanted to move into what had been Mom's bedroom. He was welcome to take whatever other room he wanted.
Dennis said that was fine and that he would move back into his old room. We were about to go back and take care of some more arrangements when Aunt Kathy came in, her face ashen.
"Susan, Dennis, I'm still in shock," she said. "Nancy never seemed to have health issues." She went on to say that she didn't know what she would do now with mother gone.
"Susan, I know she would have wanted me to move in here now with the two of you," she said. "I assume you two will move back now that the house is yours?"
I told Aunt Kathy that we would do just that.
In a small voice, she asked, "Susan, would you see your way clear to letting me move in here with the two of you? I promise not to be any trouble."
I looked at Dennis who was nodding to me that it was all right with him.
"Aunt Kathy," I said smoothly, "we will be happy to have you here if that is what you want. You know that I haven't gone out of my way to spend time with you since we left because you were so close with Mother."
"Susan," she cried, "I won't do anything to be a problem for you! I loved Nancy, so I let her tell me what to do, probably too much of the time."
"Kathy," I went on, "if you live here with us, which we would very much like, you will have to be subject to my making the decisions and that includes disciplining you if I feel that is needed. Can you deal with that?"
"Susan," she answered slowly. "You probably don't know about it, but you might have suspected that your mother disciplined me as well as the two of you. I'm used to this and will accept whatever you decide is best for me."
"Kathy—and that is what I will call you from now on—even though you are older, you will be treated as if you were younger than Dennis or me," I spelled it out for her. "Let's get started by having you lift your skirt for me."
Kathy then proceeded to raise her soft tan suede skirt, disclosing some white nylon panties. She seemed embarrassed to be showing off her undies in front of Dennis.
