Authors foreword
All characters are 18+ years of age.
This is a story about incest and some magic mind control of sorts, a son having relations with his mom, and all sorts of other filth and fun, so if this is not for you, I urge you to stop right now, and perhaps try one of my other stories.
An earlier version of this was posted, but I was made aware I had left in some pretty bad mistakes. Thanks a lot, I do appreciate it. Mistakes that bad need to be fixed. Fixed a few other things while I was at it, but here it is, good as new.
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Chapter Two - Oxana
Dad's funeral was almost like a state funeral.
A big and solemn affair, with lots of people I didn't know making speeches about dad, and how he would be missed.
Then they would come down, offer their condolences, and shake our hands.
Giving the token assurance that if we needed anything, we had only ask.
For most of them, it was of course hollow words and empty promises. It's just one of those things that you say. Like when you ask someone how they are when you meet them.
But a few of them meant it. The ones on dad's list.
When they shook my hand, I could feel a surge of warmth, and I could tell they felt something too.
I assured each of them that I would call soon. That we would meet up and have a chat about the future.
The rest of the wellwishers just blended together in a black clad mass of people that I would not recognize if I ever met them again.
Emotionally, the funeral was a strange experience. On one hand I missed my dad a lot. Even more so, now that I knew of the secrets he had kept. I had so many questions, and only his files to answer them for me.
On the other hand, my mothers presence next to me was very distracting. The scent she was wearing kept leading my mind astray with visions of her naked beneath me. Occasionally she would put a hand on my thigh, as if to assure me, comfort me, in this time of sorrow.
I knew that the real reason was more likely that she also had a hard time keeping her hands to herself. She wanted me even more than I wanted her, if what dad's notes said was true.
Taking time to go into seclusion to 'master the ring' was not really an option right now. Too many things were going on, too many things I still needed to handle.
Among the last to come offer condolences were my half sister Felicia, and her mother Betsy.
To say that mom and Betsy never got along is to put it mildly. If it had still been legal to have a pistol duel at dawn, only one of them would be alive today.
Betsy blamed mom for dad discarding her, but I knew that was not true. Dad had always wanted a boy, and after Felicia, Betsy was sadly no longer able to have children. So even though Betsy was a gorgeous natural redhead, who could easily make a living as a model even though I knew she was five years older than mom.
Unlike mom's, I doubted her very generous bosom was all natural, as her daughter was far more modestly equipped.
Not that Felicia wasn't gorgeous in her own right.
She was on the skinny side, but pulled off the nerdy chic look to a tee. Even if our mom's never got along, and I never saw much of Felicia growing up, I knew enough of her to know she really was the nerdy type. She read every book, played every video game, watched every anime, even played Dungeons and Dragons, and yet she somehow had time left over to dabble in computer sciences.
Today she, like everyone else, was dressed outside of the norm, wearing all black.
It made her look a lot hotter than her usual sweaters and slacks, and I couldn't help wondering what she would like if she went all out goth.
Felicia seemed to have brought a friend. She was a few years older perhaps, auburn hair and dark blue eyes, and was even slighter of build than my sister. She looked to be five foot five at most, and that was with her being in heels.
I mentally prepared myself for another round of platitudes and empty promises, but for once none were forthcoming.
Instead of condolences Betsy gave her best angry cat impression.
"You won't get away with it, Sarah!" she hissed at mom.
Mom seemed rather taken aback, clearly not up to speed with whatever it was she was supposed to be getting away with.
Since I was the one taking care of all the details, I was pretty sure where this was headed.
The inheritance, pretty much all of which was going to me.
Even in the most cordial of families, disputes about inheritance could tear them apart.
Seeing as how cordial was not a word one would ever use in the same sentence as my mother and Betsy, I had no doubt Betsy was going to try to do anything she could to get a larger slice of the pie, no matter what my dad had thought about the matter.
"Betsy, this is not the time or the place, if you call me we can set up an appointment, and talk it out like sensible adults." I told her, trying to draw her attention away from my mom, and get her eye on the ball instead.
"Listen, bratt, I why don't you mind your own business, the adults are..." whatever else she was trying to say would remain a mystery, as I raised my voice and talked over her. I would not be ignored by a dated piece of eye candy like her.
"No YOU listen, Betsy, I am the one handling everything regarding the estate, so if you want to discuss the details of the inheritance, you have to talk to me. And you better lower your voice and mind your manners, or it will be a cold day in hell before you get an appointment!"
It's not that I disliked Betsy, she was not usually this bad, but I guess she saw this as her last chance to get what she felt she was owed.
"This is where I come in. This is for you." Felicia's friend inserted herself into the conversation, and handed me a large envelope.
Puzzled at the development, I took it.
"You've been served. We are suing to contest the will. All the details are in there."
Damn.
