Chapter 5

CAUTION – The rest of this story includes bondage, BDSM, and pee/scat. If those bother you, please read something else.

Grandma passed away in church, like she probably would have wanted. At the end of Sunday service everybody got up and left, except for her. A priest called an ambulance, but it was too late. She was a crabby old prude, but I cried anyway. I remembered that once she was the best person in the world, because she made me “sketti and meballs”.

A week after the funeral, my parents and I visited a lawyer’s office. Her will was scathing and brutal. “The NAACP has done a lot to help poor niggers catch up to their betters. Since I can’t take their money away, they get one cent, a penny from me, along with a copy of this will.”

I thought, ‘Yup, she was a racist old bat.’

“The church has turned into a half-assed kiddie brothel. A few rare priests are good men, trying to do their best, but most of them are just in it to screw children. They also get a penny from me, along with a copy of this will.”

“My no-good daughter got a job as a whore, showing off her tits and ass for a bunch of low-life bikers and scumbags, so she gets nothing. I don’t know if it’s legal or not, but if it is, tie her down and spank her ass on TV for me. Scratch that. She’d probably like it too much. I’m just glad she’s not living in that crappy little shack they begged me to buy them at their wedding.” I was surprised that grandma had paid for our first house.

“Her husband has cheated on her since their son was a month old, so he gets nothing too. If you can, kick him in the testicles for me.”

After a groan from dad, the lawyer continued reading. “My granddaughter Kim is a whore, just like her mother. She’s been making fuck movies, so she also gets nothing. If you can, please slap the little bitch for me. Both sides of her face.”

“My last remaining heir is Kevin, a horny teenage brat. He humps dirty laundry and whatever else he can get his pecker on, but he’s still a kid. There’s a chance he’ll grow up and make something of himself. He gets half a million today, and another million the day he gets a four-year degree. He gets the rest of my estate the day his wife gives birth to his first child. Notice the words “Wife” and “his child”. He needs to be married and I want a paternity test done, to make sure the kid’s not a bastard like Kim.”

I wondered, ‘What? Kim wasn’t dad’s kid?’ Later mom admitted she was pregnant the day she met dad, so Kim was actually my half-sister.

“If Kevin doesn’t have a degree or a child by the time he’s thirty, the rest of the money goes to the police vice squad, so they can arrest more whores and baby rapers. I recommend they start at the church.”

After coughing and clearing his throat a few times, the lawyer said; “She uh ... certainly ... had a cantankerous personality. The remainder of her estate consists of her car and home, which go to Kevin today, her jewelry and antiques, which also go to him after appraisal, and a remainder after tax of approximately seven million, six hundred thousand ... which he gets when his first legitimate child is born.”

Grandma’s house was old, but in good shape. It had four bedrooms and a lot of open space in the basement. Her car, now my car, was thirty years old but only had nine thousand miles on it. It needed new upholstery, a battery, and a repainting, but the rest was almost fresh from the factory.

I wasn’t even out of high school, and I had a car and my own house! And half a million bucks! And I could get millions more without too much trouble! I was still a little sad that she wouldn’t make “sketti” anymore. My parents were a little down on their luck, so I gave them each five grand.

As an apology of sorts, I sent flowers to Mirabelle’s desk at school, every school day for a month, with no name on the card. It became a big mystery. Rumors started that she was having a wild affair with a married man. Another rumor said she had a girlfriend. After four whole weeks of flower deliveries, I walked up to her with another bouquet after school. I handed her the flowers and held out a note. “Promise me you’ll read it all.” She reached for it, but I pulled it back. “Promise, or the flowers won’t stop.”

She smiled, saying; “Si, gamberro.” I laughed. She had said, “Ok, you punk.” I LOVED the sexy way she trilled her R’s. In the note I explained everything and begged her to forgive me. The next day, she smiled as she handed me a note on my way out of class. “I’ll forgive you if the flowers stop and you have a ring for me at graduation.”

I was still a high school boy. I got myself a nice stereo, a huge tv, a motorcycle, video games, and two dozen more porn movies. The movies included “The Best of Wendy Wildwankz” with Kim, and all seven that Mirabelle, correction - “Bell Boobees” had done. She told me she was only in six pornos. I wasn’t surprised she had done six typical college lesbian scenes, two girls making out, then licking and fingering each other in a dorm or hotel room. Other than her, they were generally run-of-the mill and a little boring. Her beauty made them very hot, and I jerked off to each of them many times.

The seventh porno blew my mind. Mirabelle hadn’t told me anything about it. My sister Kim, ‘Wendy’ was wearing a green bikini which contrasted sharply with her red hair. She also had a spiked collar on, with a leash attached. She was on her hands and knees in a grassy area. She begged “Please, mistress, please! I have to!”

The camera pulled back and I saw Mirabelle – ‘Belle Boobees’ holding the leash! She wore a leather hat and leather bikini, and had a whip wrapped around her arm! She had a long black cigarette holder in her mouth, and removed it to say; “Not until I’m finished, and clean. Wait your turn, slave!”

She took a last puff from the cigarette and crushed it out on a rock. She leaned over and blew the smoke in Wendy’s face. “Get my panties, slave.”

‘Wendy’ pulled them down and put them on a chair, as Belle stepped out of them. “I think my slave is dirty and needs a shower, a golden shower.” I came into a sock, before the action really started.

“Yes, mistress! Please, hurry!” Wendy sat on her butt in the grass. She closed her eyes as she held her head up high, with her mouth open. Bell stood with her snatch only inches from Wendy’s face. She started pissing, and the stream of urine went all over Wendy’s face and hair. A lot went into her mouth! When Belle finished, Wendy spit the piss out and licked Belle’s pussy!

“Ok, slave, you can go, but not close to the ground. Get up high, so I can see better.” Wendy took her panties off and Belle sniffed them! Then Belle licked them! From the look on her face, I could tell she actually liked it a lot. I shot off into the sock again.

“But before you do, slave, make sure my ass is clean too.” A close-up showed Wendy licking Belle’s ass, and even sticking her tongue into her anus!

She quickly scrambled onto a bench, on her hands and knees. Belle spread her butt cheeks as Wendy started to urinate. It was so incredibly naughty and hot, seeing my sister pee for the camera! When the stream of piss stopped, Belle licked her pussy too!

“Let’s go home, slave.”

“But mistress! I still have to poop!”

Belle impatiently said, “Fine, but hurry up.”

Wendy wasn’t hurrying at all. She took her time and let the chain of dark brown turds out of her asshole as slowly as possible. They fell to the grass from her dirty shithole. I imagined how my penis would feel in the same location, but going the other way. I wanted to butt-fuck my sister! I wanted it SO BAD!

I sprayed a strong jet of semen this time. I thought this was even hotter than the other two times I had cum in the last 15 minutes. When I shut the video off, I noticed I only had 11 minutes to make it to school. On my new motorbike, it wouldn’t be a problem.

I didn’t learn anything in Spanish class that day. I spent the whole class period staring at Bell, imagining my sister licking her ass. I continued the movie after school. Bell sat on a bench, with Wendy kneeling in the grass near her. Wendy took the cigarette butt out of the holder. She lit a fresh one and took two big puffs, before putting it into the holder. She moaned with pleasure as she exhaled and handed the holder to Belle. Bell took a few puffs through the holder. Seeing her suck on it was great! It reminded me SO MUCH of a blowjob!

Wendy asked, “May I please have another puff, mistress?” Belle sucked in some smoke, leaned down, and blew it into Wendy’s mouth. Belle took another puff, and they both exhaled as Wendy licked Belle’s lips.

“I love you mistress! I love you so much!” I could tell by her eyes and face that she meant it.

“I know you do. Let’s go home.” Belle stood up and tugged on the leash.

Both looked like they were happy. If they really were, and if I could have BOTH OF THEM, I might be the happiest man alive!

I bought five more copies of the movie, out of fear the tape might wear out or break. The year that DVDs came out, I copied it to five of them, too. I had tried to get DVD copies from the porn company but they had gone out of business.

Two weeks after grandma’s funeral, I got a delivery marked “Personal and confidential”. It was a large envelope with Kim’s address in the “From” slot, but not her name. Inside was something pink in a plastic bag. In the bag were a note and a pair of dirty panties. The note said, “Make sure to taste ‘em before you cover ‘em in spunk, you laundry-fucking dirty hornball.”

I was angry and nearly threw the whole thing in the trash. I thought a moment, locked my bedroom door, and smelled them. There was a very strong aroma of aroused vagina. I took another sniff and liked it a lot. I started getting hard. I made sure my curtains were closed tightly, and jerked off twice while smelling them. I noticed a smaller note, tucked into the panties. “If you like, you can have the real thing for ten grand, since you’re rich and I didn’t get anything.” My sister was offering to fuck me for money! What the hell?

I felt very guilty about how tempted I was. If nobody would know, that would be so naughty and kinky! I almost accepted her offer. Almost. But how did she know I might go for it? As far as I knew, she was three states away. MIRABELLE! She must have told Kim I saw one of their movies! I sniffed the panties one more time, and tucked them back in the bag to preserve the aroma. She was right, I truly was a dirty hornball. I masturbated with them many more times, before the scent faded too much.

A month later, I got another package from Kim. I shut the curtains and locked the door. The note read, “I’m running low on underwear, so this is the last one unless I hear back from you. Ten grand, and you get whatever you want for a weekend. Thirty grand, and I’ll be your dirty maid and cock cleaner for a month. We need the money, and I know you’re still a dirty hornball.”