Family Inheritance (Part 1) by TellTaleTick


Cynthia is fed up with her husband. He is cheating on her. She inherits a lot of money but he doesn’t want to move with her.

She meets the family next door, adult twins, man and woman who become her lovers.“It is a crazy idea, how would I get to work?”

“We don’t need to work, the inheritance covers that handsomely”

Cynthia and Patrick were repeating the same lame discussion that they had chewed over every day for the last week. Cynthia threw her hands up in the air, she was fed up of his lies.

” I know you have been screwing your new secretary, so why don’t you just be honest”.

Patrick tried to pretend but he was sick of pretending.

“Alright, it is true, Lucy and I are friendly, and I don’t want to go with you to Wuthering Heights and leave her”

” It is not Wuthering Heights, much more Daphne du Maurier, and it is in Cornwall, 300 miles from Yorkshire”

Cynthia stopped and looked at her husband, was he worth fighting for? Would it be better to make this a fresh start for her, she was now coming up to 40.

“I give up, I will move to Post House and you stay here. I will get a lawyer to draw up some agreement”.

Cynthia and Patrick had been married for fifteen years, no children, they tried and stopped trying. She had tests, he refused. Two years previously she had found out that he had started bedding his new secretary, however she pretended not to know and their life had descended into a farce. Now she had chosen.

Ten days previously, her grandmother had sent a message that Cynthia had inherited Great Aunt Cynthia’s estate. Cynthia was named after this woman but had only met her a few times and not in many years. Cynthia’s grandmother, now 87, had cut her sister off and neither Cynthia nor her mother had found out why. Now great Aunt Cynthia had died aged 93, and left it all to Cynthia.


There seemed to be some mystery about it because the lawyer had said the estate was worth many millions, but had no idea how this money was generated. His task was to give it to Cynthia. She got the house, the grounds, furniture, a car, general rubbish and a lifetime income that Cynthia could only spend if she started taking huge quantities of drugs.

The one stipulation was Cynthia must reside in Post House for at least 220 nights every year. She had no idea how anyone could check up on that but she didn’t argue. When she told Patrick she assumed he would go along with it, after all he could retire and still he could sneak off to the new girl if that was his wish, but it seemed not to have occurred to him and now Cynthia had decided she could be no worse off without him.

Next day Cynthia arranged at meeting with a lawyer, sorted out Patrick’s claims against her, the lawyer producing a document which looked to be favourable to him but in fact closed the door. Cynthia was now a free woman, still married but never actually needing to see Patrick again. Farewell “dear” husband.

Cynthia packed clothes for a week. If she had all this money she could buy new stuff, she guessed the internet worked where she was headed. She sat in her car in front of her home for the last fifteen years, said a rude word and drove off not looking back.

She stopped part way to have lunch and to phone Robert Bergen who looked after the house. He seemed polite and looked forward to seeing her. Cynthia had been told that Robert and Rosalind looked after the estate but she would need to find out exactly what. Her great Aunt was 93 and may have needed carers but she wasn’t and didn’t. All in good time.

She arrived later that afternoon, and drove into the estate, she turned through the trees and stopped the car. There had to be a mistake. In front of her was a good sized house, large by English standards, and a lake, fields and a view of the sea. Idyllic. Cynthia could not believe this was hers. As she drove closer the front door opened and a couple came out to meet her. She guessed this was Mr and Mrs Bergen. They were wearing identical tee shirts and shorts with flip flops, obviously a relaxed dress code here. As she got closer she was struck by how alike they were. She stopped the car and got out.

“Hello Mrs Bergen, I am Cynthia”

Rosalind smiled ” Nice to see you, first I am not Mrs Bergen, second I can tell you are Cynthia as you look so much like your aunt, and third this is my twin brother Robert”.

The penny dropped, they were twins! Cynthia blushed. Robert shook her hand.

They ushered her into the house and along to the kitchen. They sat down, Cynthia having to stop herself making the tea.

” Robert, I have to tell you that no one has explained anything to me so I don’t know how you and Rosalind have fitted in, but I imagined you were Aunt Cynthia’s carers and as you can see I am not yet infirm”.

Robert and Rosalind burst out laughing. ” We were not your Aunt’s carers we were her lovers”.

Cynthia was certain she had heard wrong! ” Sorry?”

Rosalind sat down and offered to tell the whole story.

“Cynthia and our grandmother grew up together. We have the estate next door. The two women arrived at their 21st birthdays during the second world war. They had been very friendly with each other since they were teenagers and the war made it easy for Cyn to avoid marriage, as most men were away. Our grandma had been betrothed, family to family so when our grandfather came back they married. However the marriage was a threesome, behind closed doors. When our mother grew up she married and our father came to live here, and the threesome became a fivesome. Father died before grandfather did and so when I came back from university I took his place and not so long ago Robert returned he came in”.

Cynthia looked from one to the other, her mouth open, her mind blown away.

” I am struggling here. My aunt and your grandmother were lesbians, then there was a menage a trois, then your whole family are incestuous and Cynthia mixed in as well. Is that about it?”

“Pretty much right.”

“But…..” Cynthia ran out of words.

“Until when?”

Robert looked at her not understanding the question. It dawned on him.

” Almost to the end of her life, she went downhill fast in the last six months but before that she was fine”.

” You were having sex with a 92 year old woman!?” The shock was obvious.

” Yes, we did, Rosalind and I, mother having sloped off to the south of France four years ago”. “But…….”

Cynthia asked if there was something stronger than tea in the house. She needed whiskey or brandy or both. Whiskey was found and Cynthia and Robert had a good measure.

Rosalind had a generous gin.

“Anything else you want to tell me?”

” Well we are all naturists and Cyn developed a liking for weed later in life”.

Cynthia decided she had gone mad and had lost any sense she ever had, but she was here now and had to get on with it.

“So what now?”

Robert offered to show her around the house and estate and Cynthia felt a bit of fresh air would help. The three of them climbed on board a golf buggy and Robert drove them down to the cliffs, he pointed out that the estate had its own wharf so if Cynthia wanted to sail she had a ready made harbour. Next they drove back along past many fields which Cynthia owned but were rented out to the local farmer, then back to the side of the lake away from the house. Robert stopped and they climbed out.

Cynthia wondered what came next, was he going to do a Mr. D’Arcy and dive into the water? She asked him.

“Not now but we usually swim across when we do the fitness run”.

Cynthia looked at the twins, they certainly looked a lot fitter than she did.

“We will take you out tomorrow morning, if you want”.

They climbed back into the buggy and headed to the house, coming round some bushes they drove past an enormous satellite dish.

“What on earth is that for?”

“Our business.”

“ What business?”

“The one that has made you a millionaire.”

Cynthia just stopped asking.

They walked her through the house, all ten bedrooms, six bathrooms and several ground floor rooms until Robert opened the door to a room that was completely out of character from the rest of the house. It was all hi-tech, computer stuff. Cynthia didn’t understand what it did, but Robert was ready.

“When we left for university Rosalind did a degree in fine arts and I did Mathematics. She decided to come home at the end but I was offered a job in London. I took it and it rapidly got bigger and better, as I thought at the time. I got married and I have three children. The problem was I never saw them, fourteen hours a day travel and work, work to do as soon as I got home, just about time to see them and then Monday again. My wife encouraged me to work harder and harder, basically to earn more and more. One day I just hit a wall. I probably had a nervous breakdown. I came home to recuperate and my wife decided to leave me. I no longer fitted her ideal. After a while I was talking to Cyn and she said she had seen something about trading on your computer and what did it entail? We talked about it, investigated and decided to have a go. Cyn put up a sum of money and we started, it just kept getting better and now we make lots of money. The equipment and your satellite dish are parts of the business.”

This explained a situation that the lawyer did not know how to explain. So that was the tour and Cynthia’s welcome.

“What would you like to do tonight? Rosalind asked.

“Just getting settled in, I think, I haven’t brought many clothes but it sounds like I didn’t need any”

“You must choose, we don’t want to force you into naturism”

” How about smoking weed, is that optional as well?” The twins laughed

“No need to go naked, smoke weed or have sex with us, they are all your choices”

Oh my, sex. Cynthia had forgotten what sex was. Patrick was probably average but she had no way of proving it. She had read in books about orgasms and multiple orgasms but she didn’t think she had ever got that far. Now apparently she could have sex all the time. Her suitable response, not said out loud but inside her head.

“Fuck me.”

The twins just watched her, they were sure she would but they let her make her own decision.

“How about, you two give me a couple of hours to get settled, to sort out my few possessions and then come back over?”

Rosalind smiled and gave her a peck on the cheek.

“See you later” Robert just smiled and waved a hand.

Cynthia pottered about, putting clothes in cupboards and having a shower. She went to get dressed and decided not to. Then went back and dressed wearing a tee shirt and shorts. Then went back and took them off. She wandered the house looking in the rooms and was comfortable naked. She heard the twins driving the buggy over from their house and she panicked, running to her bedroom she reached out for her clothes, and stopped. Naked it is!

She walked downstairs as they came through the front door, they were still dressed but once they saw her they stripped off. Cynthia stared at Robert but she measured him to be no bigger than Patrick, but she was totally overwhelmed by Rosalind’s body. Rosalind was slightly taller than Cynthia but she had such full breasts and wide hips she looked so much larger. Rosalind walked towards her holding her arms wide, Cynthia hesitatingly stepped forward and was enveloped. Robert came round and hugged both of them without really touching them other than their shoulders.

“Sex please.” Cynthia managed to say and they walked her to her room.

They all walked to the bed which easily accommodated all three of them. Rosalind pulled Cynthia’s body in line with her and Robert rolled off the bed and knelt down. Rosalind now started to kiss Cynthia with a passion, Cynthia had never been with another woman and was overwhelmed, having not had sex or even affection for so long she yearned for the intimacy that Rosalind gave. She felt Robert’s hands on her hips, swiveling her round until she was flat on her back, he then leaned in and started kissing her labia. She shivered at his touch, then Rosalind rolled across her and started kissing her again, this time with the added pleasure of her nipples being stroked and pinched. The three points of pleasure really got to Cynthia and she was bathed in wonderful feelings, which were welling up in her brain, she vaguely remembered what an orgasm felt like but nothing on this scale had ever happened to her before. Cynthia’s body started to jerk, the intense feelings were getting to her, and she knew, she was certain that she was going to come. And she exploded, the best most intense orgasm she had ever had the pleasure to receive. She lost sense of her surroundings for a moment but came back to, looking directly at Rosalind. She moved her head and saw Robert’s face still above her crotch. His face was soaking wet.

“Robert, what happened?”

“You came and drowned me.”

“I have never done that before, have I squirted?”

Robert climbed back onto the bed and spread Cynthia’s legs wide and he kneeled in between, he lifted her legs and balanced her feet on his shoulders. He wiggled forward and penetrated her, she was so wet he slid in without any problem. Rosalind now turned and crouched over Cynthia’s torso, displaying herself to Cynthia, who had never seen another woman’s intimate parts before. She could feel Robert slowly moving in and out of her, then she felt Rosalind kissing and sucking her lips and clitoris, she was off on another flight of pleasure. She looked at the body in front of her and reached out her tongue, lapping along Rosalind’s labia and getting her fingers in place she penetrated her vagina. Rosalind yelped and asked Cynthia to do more, deeper and stronger. Cynthia had no idea what she was doing or if she was doing it right but she simply did what came naturally. Robert had increased the tempo and he and Rosalind were really working hard at getting Cynthia off again. In fact this time Rosalind came, burying herself into Cynthia and squirting over Cynthia’s face. They all kept going and soon Robert knew he was coming. He pulled out of Cynthia as Rosalind looked up, took his penis in her mouth and waited a few moments until he came. She held his semen and turned herself round to face Cynthia. She kissed her and passed some of the semen to her. Cynthia gagged as she was not ready but managed to swallow the share she had been given. Robert came to the side of her head and put his penis into her mouth.

“Please clean me up.”

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