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CAUTION - If you didn't read the story tags and some of the content upsets you, it's your fault not mine. Many people would consider it a 'wish fulfilment' story. It includes mind control, alcohol, hermaphrodites, smoking, vaping, and LOTS of incest. If any of those bother you, please read something else.
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I'm Kevin Hart. My family was quite well off, with a large house and half a dozen vehicles. We had a housekeeper Betty, chef Anna, and Janice, our tutor and nanny. She was the main one who took care of me until I started college. Janice wasn't much to look at with her bent nose and missing tooth in front, but she was good to me and I liked her. On her final day of work, the day before I graduated high school, she was kind enough to give me my first blowjob and a quickie with a condom. I always wondered why I had a nanny instead of being with our aunt Jessie and parents most of the time, like my older sister Wendy and younger one Holly.
I wouldn't really say I missed my family, since I saw them at mealtime and we'd usually sit together to watch a movie before bed. Nobody ever did anything bad to me, and either Mom or auntie Jessie would tuck me into bed every night. Still, I wondered what they did while I studied, played video games, or exercised with Janice.
I know I didn't cause what happened, but still feel a little guilty for the wishes I made when I blew out the candles on my 19
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birthday. I wished I could be with my family a lot more. I'd been unlucky in love and also wished that I could have a sexy girlfriend. Only a month later, my Dad had a heart attack while driving and died in the resulting crash. I got the first half of my wish and spent most of the next week in my parents' huge triple-king bed; along with Mom, auntie, and my sisters. We cried, cuddled, and comforted each other until the funeral, and for three days after.
I was only 19 and quite surprised Dad's lawyer wanted to talk about the will with me instead of my mom or aunt. He met with me in Dad's former home office and explained his very unusual will. If my sisters, mother, or aunt chose to move away and leave the family; they would each get twenty million dollars and one of the family cars, nothing more. The rest was mine; my father's companies, the mansion, the boat, the island, the private plane, most of my father's half billion dollars, and so-on.
I was astounded to be left so much, since my father never spent much time with me and seemed to greatly prefer the girls. The lawyer handed me a slip of paper and a small envelope as he said, "This is the combination for the safe behind you. Your father wanted you to have this letter after he was gone. Please read it in private. If you have any further legal needs, please call my firm." He handed me a business card and walked out.
Inside the envelope was a gold heart pendant on a thin gold chain and a note. When I put the necklace on it seemed to melt into my skin! I couldn't see it anymore but felt the slight weight of it on my breastbone. I rubbed my neck and upper chest. I couldn't touch the necklace or pendant, but I could sense it just under my skin. It felt cold and slightly itchy for a little while.
I started reading. "IMPORTANT! Before you touch the gold necklace, read the rest of this!"
I thought aloud, "Uh-oh!"
The note continued. "Once you put the gold necklace on, it's part of you for the rest of your life. DON'T PUT IT ON YET!"
I sighed. "Oh boy."
The note continued, "The desk key should be on my keyring. Locked in the bottom right drawer, you'll find a silver pendant that matches your gold one. Your mother, aunt, and sisters are already wearing theirs. The silver ones can't be removed unless both people stop loving each other or one of them dies. The girls' necklaces should drop off the first time they're happy after my death, unless you ignored my warning and put on the gold one already. If the girls choose to move away they'll be provided for. They've been very good to me and they're family, so please be kind to them if they stay with you.
To activate a pendant you need a female at least age 18 to say 'I love you' as you put it on her; then she's yours, her whole heart. They'll never even think about loving another man, and they won't be jealous of other females. They don't become mindless robots, though. They won't walk off a cliff or step in front of a bus if you tell them, but they'll try hard to make you happy. They'll mostly be themselves but go out of their way to please you. If you ask one to kiss your feet she probably will, but she'll be annoyed or disgusted if your feet are dirty. Since you're a young man now, I know you're wondering. Yes, they will also kiss other body parts. Enjoy.
They also love other females wearing a silver heart, but not to the extent of the gold one. Your mother and aunt kiss each other often and cuddle a lot, but only have sex with each other a few times a month unless I suggest it. Your sisters hold hands or hug sometimes but haven't shown much in the way of lesbian tendencies.
Incest seems to run in the family genes, so to speak. My father was also my grandfather, and your mother and aunt are my sisters. The family has been tested and there are no known genetic flaws which might cause birth defects. If you follow the tradition, things will probably be fine, but I'd prefer you avoid making incest babies. Please break the family tradition." There were another two pages about his businesses, but I put those aside.
I was nearly floored by my mistake. I could have had five females I chose, but now I was stuck with most of them being my family! On the positive side, I'd had a crush on my chesty aunt Jessie and her large breasts for months. I couldn't quite accept the idea I might be able to kiss her, play with her body, maybe even more. The pendant melting into my flesh was convincing, but I still had my doubts. I put the will in the top drawer of Dad's desk, now my new desk, and walked out of Dad's ... my new home office.
I walked to my bedroom then sat on my bed and relaxed, wondering at my sudden fortune. My older sister Wendy came in and asked, "Kevin, can you help me with something? I'm having a hard time deciding."
"Deciding what?"
"The bras I ordered finally got here, and I need some help picking which is prettiest."
"Okay!"
I followed her to her room and watched her take her new lingerie out of the box. She held them up to her nice but average-sized chest one at a time, asking for my opinion of each. I thought the black and pink one was very sexy, until she brought out a bikini with almost see-through white cups.
"Ohmigawd! That one! That's the best!"
"Thanks, little brother. Give me a minute to put it on."
She pulled off her fluffy pink sweater, revealing the plain white bra she already had on. She started reaching behind herself and changed her mind. "Give me a hand. Unhook me."
"Uh ... sure!" I had no idea what I was doing, but eventually unfastened the hooks. As I lifted the straps off her shoulders, Mom walked past and looked at us! I started to panic.
Wendy turned to Mom and said, "He's helping me change."
I was sure she would shout or run in. She only said, "Oh," then smiled and walked off!
Wendy handed me the bikini top and instructed, "Make sure and get it even, otherwise my boobs get squished to one side."
She held the cups to her breasts and I tied it in back. When she turned around I admired my work. I could see the shape and part of the color of her nipples and the areolas around them! I was quickly stiff as a board.
Wendy asked, "Would you feel 'em? Make sure they feel real in the bikini, and not weird."
I slowly moved my hands to her chest, expecting her to shout or push me away any second. I felt how firm but still pliable her moderate mounds were and got even more excited.
"So, do they feel real?"
"They feel GREAT!"
She giggled and said, "It's hard to reach behind my back and hook or unhook things. Maybe you could help me change bras all the time?"
"REALLY?"
