Legacy:
All characters are 18 years of age or older. People aren't how we imagine behind closed doors. Our heroes show one face when in public but it is only when they feel safe that their true nature shows itself. Devotion to tradition often takes some strange and erotic shapes. Welcome to the inner circle of the Blackstone family. A single death creates chaos and in that chaos truths are revealed. Please comment, vote, and offer suggestions if you like or even if you dislike this story. We learn from our mistakes.
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A Plot in Motion:
My name is Thomas Blackstone and I work at my Grandpa's antique shop. I have been on the road the last few months buying product for the store. I got the word two days ago and flew back immediately. I can't believe he's dead. I stood in the front row of the church with my family. We took up a total of three pews. The rest of the church was packed with friends and people that did business with Grandpa. He was well liked in the community. There were a ton of flowers surrounding the altar and his sarcophagus. Yes, I said sarcophagus. He had gotten ahold of it when he was in his thirties and had set it aside for his own passing for today. He had restored it with his own hands. He had made a life mask when he turned forty so that he could fashion his own silver death mask. He couldn't afford a gold one but he had gathered enough silver for the project. It looked amazing! He was dressed as a pharaoh with his arms crossed over his chest. Grandpa even had the two ceremonial staffs of office in his hands. Grandpa looked the part to the nines. He deserved it.
I walked up to the podium and read the speech I had written to send him off. Parts of it were inspired by the Egyptian book of the dead. It is what he would have wanted. I shared stories of travelling with him over my entire life. I had seen more of the world and made friends across the globe doing business with so many shrewd men and women. Speaking of women, I locked eyes with the stunning middle-aged woman seated just behind our family. Surisa Meesang was Thai by birth but had the most amazing blue eyes. She had been a close friend of my Grandpa. I suspected they had been lovers when she was younger. She winked at me as I spoke the closing lines of my epitaph. I returned to my seat and the priest finished the service and we headed for Grandpa's house. My mother, Grandpa's daughter, was in tears and I held onto her as my siblings followed behind. We took the limo to the graveside. The stone pyramid was going to act as a family mausoleum. Grandma had already been laid to rest inside of it along with Uncle Chuck. Chuck had died of liver disease from a lifetime of drinking. Once the family was assembled we carried the sarcophagus into the pyramid.
"I can't believe he's gone." Mom muttered as the sarcophagus was slid into place.
"I can't believe he got this pyramid built on private property." I said and she smiled.
"He had friends everywhere." Joanna added as the granite plate was set into place.
"Yes, he did," I replied as I used the wrench to lock the first bolt into place. "I know he'd love to see his children and grandchildren together." I grunted as I wrestled the third bolt home. "I'm glad Surisa made it. Grandpa and she were really close, finally!" The last bolt was seated and the plate was secure. "Thomas Blackstone has been laid to rest."
"Let's get shit faced," Mom said and we all seconded her suggestion.
We left the pyramid and followed the cobblestone path to the rear of the house my grandfather had built for his bride all those years ago. I shivered as a brisk autumn wind blew at our backs. The interior of the house in contrast was warm and cheery. The food and alcohol was generous and there were tons of stories about Grandpa and his many adventures. There were enough room for family to stay the night. I offered my room to Surisa while I crashed on the couch. She had flown in from some enigmatic location to see my grandfather off. While she was a friend of the family she was as mysterious as some of the items she sold to Grandpa for a reduced price. I couldn't prove she was a smuggler or dealt in stolen goods but I would be foolish to accuse her. She was one of our best suppliers.
The house emptied by nine o'clock and I helped my siblings clean up before calling it a night. They went upstairs while I slipped into the guest bath to change into pajamas. I built up a fire in the hearth and sat on the couch staring at the flames. An era had passed and the entire family was concerned about the legacy that was going to be divided among them. My only concern was Grandpa's business. His antique shop had been a landmark in town for generations. I was concerned we would be forced to sell its contents to cover my grandfather's debts. That would be a sin in my book. He had worked so hard for so long only to see it scattered to the four winds after his death.
"I am so sorry." I muttered blinking away the tears.
"Sorry for what?"
"Oh Surisa," I said spinning to face the stunning older woman. "I thought I was alone."
"I couldn't sleep," she said sitting down next to me. I tried not to stare at the tight-fitting shirt and frilled panties she was wearing. "You are worried about something."
"I hate the thought of all of Grandpa's things be auctioned off to pay for his debts."
"Where the hell did you get the idea that he was hurting for money?" She said looking deep into my eyes. "He planned for the end. You of all people should know how much he loved you. I wonder."
"What do you wonder?" I asked as she leaned close in a conspirator sort of way.
"If Thomas was sleeping with his sister or daughters. He really did follow the ancient rites you know. Would you Thomas... would you take your sisters to your bed."
"I... what a strange question. I've never thought of it to be honest. I guess if I wasn't related... I have some cute sisters... but I don't think it would be right to cross that line."
She kissed me without any warning. My arms went around her as her hands clasped the back of my neck. I kissed her back as she pressed against me. I was panting when she broke our first kiss. She placed her head against my chest and I could hear her breathing above the crackle of the fire. Surisa looked around and grinned. She grabbed one of the blankets I had set aside for tonight. She wrapped it around us and I snuggled close as our hands began to roam under each other's clothing. I kissed her just as her cool hands settled on my hot flesh. She stroked me slowly as I cupped her breasts. I moaned into her mouth as one of her hands cupped my balls and the other caressed my length.
"Lie back, I want to taste you," she said breaking our kiss.
I did as she asked. I lifted my ass as she tugged my bottoms off. I covered us up as her head dove down between my legs. I gasped as her tongue lapped at the tip even as both her hands worked on my length. I let out a groan when her mouth opened wide and took the head of my cock between her lips. Oh shit, she knew how to pleasure a guy. It took a lot to just lie there and take it. Surisa was on fire and it was spreading.
"Flip around... I want to taste you too..." I moaned.
"Anything you say sweetie."
Surisa took a moment to get naked and move into a mutually beneficial position. I grabbed her ass cheeks as her pussy lined up with my face. The next few minutes became a fuzzy haze of pleasure as she went down on me and I ate her out. I lapped at her pussy as she took half my cock down her throat. I prayed no one came down and caught us doing the nasty. I buried my tongue between her labia and tasted her sex. I used the tip of my tongue to lash her clit and that sent shivers through her body. Things escalated from there. It was Surisa that flipped around and took my cock in hand.
"I can't wait any longer." She growled. "I need you inside of me."
"Oh... my... god..." I moaned as she sank down enveloping me.
"How long has it been?" She asked as she began moving.
"Two years, six months, and a few days I think," I grunted as she rode me.
"I didn't know you were a virgin," she said staring down with those amazing cerulean eyes of hers. "I'm glad I was your first."
"Me... me too..." I said as I reached down and grabbed her ass cheeks. "I am getting close."
"I know... you're getting bigger. Shoot it inside of me!"
I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out. My entire body shook as I came. She climaxed the moment my sperm hit her insides. I held her close and she lay on top of me panting. We fell silent as our bodies got reacquainted. We moved to the bathroom and fucked in the shower. I made her climax twice more as I pounded her hard from behind. She slipped away after we dried off so that no one learned about our little encounter. I dressed and lay on the couch feeling a little better. I was still missing my Grandpa but Surisa had blunted some of the pain with her body. She had been a little out of left field about asking if I was into incest. Had Grandpa slept with his sisters or daughters? I had been honest. If any of my sisters or hell even my mom wasn't related by blood I'd hit that. They were that cute.
My stomach growled so loud it drowned out the sound of the fire. I giggled and headed for the kitchen to grab some leftovers. There was plenty of lunch meat and cheese to make a sandwich. I settled back onto the couch and nibbled my snack. I was munching on a potato chip when I heard footsteps on the steps behind me. They were soft and quiet but disappeared once they reached the heavy carpeted floor. My eyes were suddenly covered and I smelled the strong scent of rose and vanilla. My sister Violet was the only one I knew that wore that combination.
"Hello Violet," I said after swallowing the chip.
"Oh poo," she said in what passed for cursing. "I thought I'd fool you."
"Hungry?"
"Yeah, my tummy is empty," she purred as she removed her hands from my eyes. "I can't say the same for Surisa. Her tummy is full of your stuff."
"Damn it Violet, Mom warned you about spying." I said looking over my shoulder. "What the hell are you wearing?"
"I borrowed some of mom's things. She fell asleep so I snuck into her bag and found these. Don't you like them?"
"That's mom's lingerie Violet and you are bigger than she is in the chest. You are practically spilling out of that top."
"I know. I've seen you staring at me when I'm in a swim suit."
"I shouldn't have stared, that was wrong of me." I said thinking that Surisa's question was being tested.
"I like it when guys stare at me." She purred and then blurted out. "I got so damn wet watching you two go at it. I had to change my panties so I got mom's. I never knew how big you were Thomas."
"Whoa... over sharing kitten! I am still your brother."
"Technically half-brother," she said as she sat down next to me. "The fire feels so good. I was getting cold. My nipples are hard as hell, see."
I looked damn it. I could see her dark areolas and the thick protrusions of her nipples poking out. Violet and I shared the same mother but she had divorced my dad and had her with another guy. They never married but Violet was still family. She was still my half-sister and that made her blood. She stole a chip from my plate and munched it as we sat there awkwardly. The awkward feeling just got worse when Violet grabbed the blanket and sniffed it. I placed my plate over my lap to cover my growing bulge. It was difficult having a half-naked woman so close and so eager right after fucking Surisa. Violet had always been a little slow but this was way out of character.
"It smells like sex," she said dreamily as she held the material close to her face. "I like your smell Thomas. Do you like mine?" She said as she tossed me her other pair of panties. "Go ahead and sniff them. I was really wet or are you chicken."
"Did you overhear Surisa about sleeping with a sister and are you daring me to smell your panties?" I growled my cock getting harder by the second.
