The Family Trust

The Family Trust

By Stephanie Gilbert

Copyright 2024 Stephanie Gilbert ©

All characters in this story are totally fictional and over the age of eighteen.

No A.I. was used in creating this story.

Authors Note. This may have been posted before under my old username Darkmind. It is part of a much longer story. It should give you a taste of what is instore for the siblings.

Chapter 1

I had no idea why I was asked to see the Dean. He had never even looked my way, in all the years I had been in this College. His secretary waved me in, while I was still walking. I pushed open the massive wood-panelled door and peered into the darkened room. There were deeply padded leather chairs at one end of the room, his oak desk at the other, and bookcase after bookcase filled with leatherbound volumes lining every remaining wall.

To my surprise, Dad was sitting in a chair to one side of the desk as the Dean rose and made his way towards the door. "I'll leave you two alone then, shall I." The Dean said, closing the door behind him with a hearty clunk.

"Dad, what's going on?" I asked, fearing the tragic news.

"You're right, of course. I would only be here like this if something was wrong. Sit here with me so I don't have to look up at you."

"Mom?" I asked, knowing there could only be bad news coming.

"Of sorts. Let me tell you everything, before you ask any questions; because I don't have long," he said, coughing onto his handkerchief. "We have kept this all from you for the reason that will become apparent very soon, unfortunately." He took an unsteady breath and continued. "Your mother and I have been poisoned, and we have been battling with the effects for a few days. No matter what we do from this point, we are done for."

"But, is there something..." I started, but he stopped me by holding up the hand carrying the handkerchief, and I saw the specks of blood on the white cloth.

"There are many important things to say, and I don't have time to go over them all twice." I nodded, as my vision blurred. "Your Mother and I are the last bearers of the family trust, and now it passes to you. There is a process in motion for the reins to be handed over, but you two alone can make it begin. You can go into any Hilton hotel and press the four and one buttons simultaneously, and a panel will drop down, asking you to supply a retina scan. The elevator doors will lock and take you directly to our floor, where you will be safe. There, Mai will give you the rest of your instructions."

"What about you and Mom?"

"Forget about us. We are not getting out of this one. The Trust is yours; now, make the choices that suit you and your sister. You two are in charge, and you can make any decision you like." Dad said, before coughing again and slumping lower in his chair.

"Just remember that your Mom and I love you both, and we thought we would have more time, after your education, to ease you into what is coming. A car is waiting to take you to the airport and out of the country. Go to London, where Mai will make arrangements for you to get together with your sister."

"But you're sick?"

"I'm dead already, my beautiful boy. Hug me and let me go," Dad gasped, as I saw his eyes watering.

"But, Dad!" I yelled, but as I took him in my arms, he went limp.

The Dean came back into the room and patted me on the shoulder as I held Dad's lifeless body. After some minutes, he nudged me again.

"Your car is waiting. We'll bury your father in the chapel, and you can come and visit any time. He was very explicit with his instructions, that you were to be on your way."

"I don't understand," I whispered.

"I'm sorry, but that's all I know. Your family has made many very generous donations to the school, over the last two hundred years, and I hope that might continue. Go and seek your sister. She will be in the same emotional state as you." The Dean said, as I staggered out the door.

I paused and looked back, but Dad wasn't in his body anymore. His face didn't look the same as a few minutes ago, and I didn't know what to feel. I was sad, worried for Sophie, and confused all at once. I made it to the front entrance, and a big black SUV was waiting, its door held open by a rough-looking guy in a suit.

We whizzed through the streets, never staying on the same road for more than a few blocks. The driver had driving gloves on and constantly checked his mirrors. The guy that held my door had his hand inside his jacket the whole journey, watching each side street for anything out of place.

"Left here," he said, with some urgency in his voice.

"Yep, they turned." The driver said, hitting the accelerator and thrusting me back into the seat.

We turned again, and our shadow followed, speeding up when we did. The driver nodded to his partner, and at the next corner, they slowed, and he wound down his window. The following car came to the same turn and had to slam on the brakes as my doorman fired three well-aimed shots at the front right tire, making it deflate, instantly.

The car slid straight on, coming to a crunching stop against a hundred-year-old brick fence. My driver hit the gas, launching us away from the scene. I was surprised how calmly the two men returned to their task as if they hadn't just been in a car chase. They barely raised an eyebrow the rest of the way to the airport.

We drove past airport security and into a hangar, where an older-looking small jet sat. As soon as the door opened, I heard its engines starting. My doorman stood with his hand under his jacket, eyes darting to the main hangar door that was slowly opening the rest of the way, and to the small side door that remained closed.

"Thank you," I said, and he glanced at my face for a split second.

"You're welcome," he replied, as if it were strange to be thanked for saving my life.

I walked to the steps and ducked my head as I entered the plane. It was different inside than outside. The interior was plush, to say the least. It had been plain on the outside, with scuffed paint and unwashed windows, but inside, it was immaculately kept with nothing out of place.

"Take a seat, sir; we are clear for take-off," a voice came over the intercom.

I sat in the first chair and waited for my driver and doorman to come in behind me, but the door closed as we began moving. We taxied out of the hangar, and after a turn, I was thrust back into my seat, and we were airborne within a few seconds.

Once we levelled out, a voice came over the speakers. "You can undo your seatbelt and move around the cabin. We have two hours to London. There are refreshments and snacks in the galley kitchen."

I picked out some Pringles and a can of Coke and checked out the cabin. After a pee in the tiny bathroom, I made my way to the cockpit door and knocked lightly. It popped open a crack, and I saw the pilot pulling his arm back to the controls. "Can I come in?"

"Happy for some company," he said, and I opened the door the rest of the way. "Don't tell your Mom I let you in here."

"That won't be a problem," I said, as a wave of sorrow washed over me.

"Shit, sorry."

I was staring at the clouds below when I was pulled from my thoughts. "We're just breaking Mach one."

"I didn't think a plane this size went that fast?"

"It's had a few upgrades under the hood. Only a military plane will match it for speed if I push it. Want to take the stick?"

"Really?"

"It's your plane now; you can do whatever you want."

I gingerly put my hand on the stick and felt it move when the captains did. He smiled at me and then took his hands away. "A little left to keep this gauge level," he said, pointing at the gauge on the instrument panel, with little wings. "Perfect, now I can have a nap," he said, actually closing his eyes and leaning his head back, against the headrest.

I held the stick and kept the gauge level for the next hour. I began to panic a little when we crossed the coast with the white cliffs under us. When I felt the stick move, I looked to see that the captain was back in control and released my hands. "You can buckle in there if you like."

"Thanks, Captain..."

"Marcus, call me Marcus." He said, then began talking to the tower.

We landed and taxied into a hangar, where I unbuckled and began squeezing between the seats. "Thanks again, Marcus."

"No problem, young man."

The door dropped down to form the steps, and another SUV awaited. A taller black man in a suit held the door while his partner idled the car. I slipped into the back seat, pulled the seatbelt over my shoulder and buckled up. It was a fast but uneventful ride to the front of the hotel, and I thanked the pair for the trip.

Chapter 2

There were a few sidelong glances, as I walked through the lobby, but I stepped into the lift, held down the one and four buttons, wondering if Dad's last words were true or part of his delusional ending. After a few seconds, the panel dinged, and a whirring sound lowered the LED number screen, where a hidden lens was revealed. I looked into the glass and was briefly blinded by a bright flash.

"Welcome, Mister Dominic," the speaker announced.

It went up unusually fast, for a hotel lift, before slowing to a stop and the doors opened. To say I was underwhelmed; would be an understatement. I was facing the white wall of what looked like a construction site. There was a hallway to the left, so I stepped out and turned in that direction, to find a heavy-looking industrial door.

I reached out for the handle, and when I pushed down on it, my fingertips seared with pain. The door opened to reveal a nicely appointed small room; about the size you would expect, in a hotel with about half the stars this one has. I stood there shaking the pain from my fingers and noticed there was one queen bed on one side with two built-in bedside stands and a TV on the opposite wall. The built-in cupboards under that had a small fridge and an electric jug sat atop the counter.

"Not very glamorous," I said under my breath.

"This will have to do, until we have everything set up for you both," a female voice said, from somewhere in the room.

"Mai?"

"At your service, Dominic," Mai answered, as the air conditioning started to cool the room.

"Any word on Sophie?"

"She lands in twenty. Shower and shave while you wait. Clothes and toiletries are in the closet."

I sniffed under my arms, almost knocking myself over, and made a pact to burn this shirt. I hadn't seen Sophie for a year and a half, as I was at school in Switzerland, and she was in Munich. We just never seemed to be in the same place at the same time. I showered in the tight bathroom and dressed in well-fitting clothes. I don't know how Mai did it, but her guesses were spot-on, so far.

"Dad spoke about starting some process?"

"When you are here together," Mai said, remaining silent until the door handle began to turn.

"Shit, that hurt." I heard the unmistakable voice of my little sister, as the door swung open.

"Sophie," I said, moving forward, but she didn't look like I remember.

"Oh, Dom. Mom's gone." She whispered into my shoulder.

"I guessed; Dad didn't get out much more than where this place was."

"Some Family Trust," she said, looking around with her bloodshot eyes and streaked makeup.

"It's a fucking mess," I said, my eyes darting from one tattoo to the next. "I got chased for a few blocks,"

"We had some pricks try to stop us at the airport. They weren't security. Mom had passed in the car a few blocks before. They said they were going to take her to Dad?"

"They are going to bury Dad in the chapel at my college," I said, as her eyes returned to me. "I still had the image of a shy girl in my mind," as my eyes were drawn to the butterfly tattoo on her collarbone.

"She's long gone," she sniffed, her face against my chest.

She began to sob, and I held her, my tears too strong to hold back. We stood in the middle of this small room, away from the rest of the world, letting out our grief.

"It will be some days until I have your passports and documents ready. In the meantime, you should stay here, where it is safe." Mai said, breaking into the moment.

"And starting the process?"

"It just started when Miss Sophie gave her biometric prints at the door," Mai replied.

"What now?" Sophie asked, still within my arms.

"I will have the paperwork delivered as soon as it's ready. Until then, stay put. There is an app to order food on those phones next to the TV and a bag for your old ones."

"I'll transfer my contacts." Sophie started, heading for the counter.

She flicked on her phone and eventually realized she had to press her finger on the screen to open it. Then, after some huffing, she looked around the room. "How do I transfer my stuff?"

"You don't need to. Although there is a barrier to the satellite data inside this floor, all you have to do is say the person's name, and you will be connected."

"But how will they know it's me?"

"On that call, your ID will come up as your old phone, but only to the people that you ring," Mai explained in a calm, soft tone.

"They don't use the cell network?" I asked.

"No, it's too unreliable, we use our satellites."

"We have our own satellites?"

"All in good time, Dominic."

"Pushy bitch," Sophie whispered into my ear, as she lay on the bed and played with the new phone. "So, can we have some internet?"

"Not at this point. We don't know if anyone is tracking you."

I lay beside her, watching her flick through pictures of Mom and Dad that must have been transferred from her old phone. She smiled momentarily, then threw her phone onto the bed and wiped her cheek. Sophie rolled against me and began crying into my chest. I curled my arm around her shoulders and waited.

When I opened my eyes again, the room was in darkness, bar the flickering light from the TV. Some cop series was playing that I had never seen before. Then I remembered we were in England.

Sophie turned towards me, when she felt me moving. "Hungry?"

"Starving."

"I'll order," she said, opening her phone.

"Steak?" I asked.

"Medium Rare?" She remembered.

A few minutes later, we got a message on the phone that the food was outside the elevator door. I held the door open while Sophie raced up the hall and back, retrieving the tray. The steak was perfectly cooked, and the greens were just how Mom made them. I had another twang of sadness, and Sophie covered my hand with hers.

"It comes in waves," she said, her chin crinkling.

I only nodded, unable to trust my voice. I put the tray back while Sophie went to the door and raced back into the room, diving into the bed, giggling like children. Maybe we were still children somewhere inside, orphans now. Fuck, another wave!

By day three, we were sick of the movie list and the surprisingly good English cop shows. The inmates were getting restless, and I hadn't been able to jerk off since the night before I left College. "I'm having a shower. Could I have a change of clothes, Mai?"

"Sure, Dominic. Drop the dirty clothes in the chute, and I'll have some delivered."

I stripped off and showered, shaved and manscaped, ignoring my half-hard cock and vowed to take care of it as soon as I was alone in a room. I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door, but nothing was waiting at the elevator.

"Mai, did you get me some more clothes?"

"There has been a slight delay." She replied, as I heard the shower start.

I again made a promise to my cock, as I didn't want to get caught with an erection, if Sophie finished quickly. I sat on the bed, watching the sun going down through the full-length windows. The shower turned off, and Sophie eventually emerged with a towel wrapped around her body just under her armpits.

"There is a delay," answering the question her eyes were asking.

"How long?" She asked, and I shrugged.

She sat beside me on the bed, looking at the orange glow. She leaned over the side of the bed, fumbling around in her purse. She held something dark in her hand when she rested against the headboard. She put it to her mouth until the end lit up, holding in the breath.

"What is that?"

"A vape."

"Pot vape," I said, surprised. "I know what pot smells like."

"Want to try?" She said, passing me the black cylinder.

I didn't usually indulge, but boredom had driven me to throw caution to the winds. I took a long hit and held the burning vapor in my lungs, for as long as I could stand. I felt nothing and took another hit before handing it back to Sophie. She took two long drags and handed it back, but I waved her away. My head was already beginning to buzz with the first hits, and I wanted to see how far two puffs would take me.

"Did you have any inkling of the trust stuff?" She asked.

"Not a clue. I've been away at one school or another for five years, only getting home for a few weeks each summer."

"So, we have enough money not to work?"

"Fucked if I know. Maybe that much, but why would anyone want to follow us for a few million." I thought out loud and took the black cylinder from the bed between us, taking another hit.

"There is only one problem with weed."

"What's that?" I asked, handing it back to her.

"It makes me horny as hell." She said, crossing her legs with the towel tucked between them.

"I'm already pretty high-strung," I admitted, feeling the effects strongly now.

Sophie turned on the TV, and we found some 'funniest home video' type show and laughed ourselves silly. The flickering of the TV was still happening through my eyelids as I drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 3

The light was on my face; I could feel the warmth on my skin. I opened my eyes and began trying to get them to focus. The first rays of sun peeked past the buildings across from our room. Then it all came into view at once: the outline of her beautiful body, every curve and crevasse visible in full high definition. She was stunning, with her narrow waist, flared hips, and small but well-toned bottom.

She was on her knees on her side of the bed facing the windows, with one hand against the glass and the other moving in circles at her crotch. A long strand of clear fluid hung from her pussy lips, almost to the bed. She stuck a finger in the middle, swiping and spinning it to break the string. She then used it to lubricate her clit as she fapped away at her nub. She made little hunching movements with her hips, and the new strand swung back and forth with the movements.

It was the hottest thing I had ever seen by far, and I felt guilty that I couldn't look away. I even opened my towel and gripped my iron-hard cock. I watched her pussy dribble more fluid, each time her pucker clenched and released. She let out a soft moan as her body stiffened, and my cock lurched in response. I tried to stifle my groan as the first shot of cum rose in the air and landed on my stomach.

When the next spasm hit, I looked back to the window to see Sophie looking at me over her shoulder as her orgasm wracked her body. Our eyes locked as wave after wave of our shared orgasm washed over us.

"Sorry,"

"Me too," she whispered, as she pulled the towel back around herself.

I threw my towel onto my front and headed to the bathroom. I cleaned off my sperm and dropped my towel into the chute, realizing I had nothing to cover my body.

"I'm fucked now; I just put my towel down the chute," I said, through the cracked door.

"Hold on," she said, racing to the door. "There are some bags at the elevator."

"Hold the door open," I said and made a break for it.