Inheritance Pt. 01

Danny woke up, and looked at the digital clock on his bedside table. It was one of those clocks that showed the date as well as the time. He stared at it, seeing the date, and as the cobwebs of sleep faded away, he remembered that today was the day. It was the anniversary of his father's accident.

Danny's father, Michael, was the owner and founder of a major construction company that he'd built from the ground up thirty years ago. He'd gone from building garden sheds and fences to constructing enormous skyscrapers. He'd made himself a millionaire, and provided a life of comfort and luxury to his family.

And then, a year ago today, he'd passed away. Danny could still remember the day he'd first heard the news. It was a day he would remember forever, because the accident that had killed his father also happened to land on Danny's seventeenth birthday.

It had been an industrial accident. A snapped chain on a heavy load being carried by a crane, causing a pallet of bricks and pipes to plummet and land on Danny's father as he walked from one end of the site to the other.

Now, a year later, Danny was still learning to cope without his father. It had been a hard year, a terrible year, and not just because of his father being gone, but because of who he'd been left with.

"Danny!" yelled a sharp voice on the other side of his bedroom door. "Wake the fuck up! We're leaving in ten minutes."

That was Karen, Danny's stepmother. Danny's mother had passed away when he was born, and so, for his whole life Danny had only had his father, and his father only had him. That is, until Karen came into the picture. Danny never knew what Michael saw in her, because all Danny ever saw was a stern and mean-spirited woman. The only time that Danny ever saw her smile was when she looked at Michael. They must have had something together, some kind of chemistry, because Michael had fallen in love with the woman so quickly that he'd married her just after a year and a half of dating.

Danny didn't really blame his father for marrying her, even though Danny himself couldn't stand the woman. After all, she was a beautiful woman. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and even though she was in her early forties, she could pass for a woman in her late twenties. She had a great figure, and made sure that the rest of the world knew it. Her clothes, either formal or casual, always showed off her long legs, flat stomach, perfectly round ass, and her expansive cleavage. No doubt that such a beautiful and sexy woman brought a lot of comfort to Michael after losing his wife. But Danny didn't like Karen at all, and the reason for Danny's dislike was because Karen had made it perfectly clear that she didn't like Danny. At all.

Whenever his dad was around, she was sweet as honey, all smiles and kind words, even if she avoided talking to Danny if she could help it. But the second that Michael was out of the room, her face fell into an angry scowl, and she would outright ignore Danny, snapping at him harshly if he tried to talk to her.

Danny could have handled that. He was a mature kid, and was honestly just happy that his father was happy. But Karen had kids of her own. Two daughters who, besides a few differences, were just carbon copies of their mother.

Brenda was just a year older than Danny, and she was stunningly beautiful. She was attending an exclusive and highly competitive university, thanks to Michael who had paid her tuition. She mostly kept to herself, barely talked to anyone, and spent most of her time studying in her room. Even though, whenever Danny tried to say anything to her, she would just glare at him and demand that he leave her alone, she was by far the nicest of the three.

Valeria was Karen's older daughter, and sometimes could be more of a bitch than Karen herself. Valeria was a bit of a fitness nut, obsessed with her appearance and her physique. She spent all of her free time at the gym, with her friends when they went shopping or to the beach, or out partying and staying out all night. A few of Danny's friends knew some of Valeria's friends, and Danny had heard stories of Valeria partying, and going home with a different guy each time. But, like the others, Valeria treated Danny like dirt, outright ignoring him, and getting shitty just because he was around.

Danny hated all three of them who, despite their mother's relationship with his father, never seemed to even try to be nice. They all loved the lifestyle that came with having a multi-millionaire in the family. However, Danny loved his father, and he saw how much happier he was with Karen in his life. Michael love doting on his 'lovely' wife and his new step-daughters. So, Danny said nothing, and did his best to stay out of the way of all three women to simply avoid any confrontation.

Now, with his father gone, Karen was his legal guardian. The past year had been hell with having that fierce shrew of a woman as a parent. He'd been so stressed out that he'd barely gone to school. His teachers had been sympathetic all year, understanding that he'd be upset after his father died. If only they knew the half of it.

After Michael's death, Danny had left his family a lot of money. Not all of it, though. Michael loved his family, but he also loved the company that he had built himself out of nothing. According to his will, a bulk of his assets went into the company, but he'd set up a trust to pay out a monthly allowance to the rest of his family. Despite her grief, Karen had made no secret of the fact that she hated the fact that Michael hadn't trusted her with just giving her the money, and that she and her daughters were forced to rely on a trust to support them. Even though they were paid enough to live luxuriously without having to work themselves, Karen made it perfectly clear that it wasn't enough.

Danny's inheritance, though, was different. Michael had left his son the lion's share of his fortune, and it was being held by the estate until his eighteenth birthday. Which was today. And it wasn't a trust either, it was all for him. Danny had spent many long nights thinking of what he would do once his dad's inheritance was made available to him. No matter what, he thought, he was going to move out, and find a place of his own, away from these toxic women that he'd been forced to live with for the past year.

Once again, Karen was outside his door, this time pounding on it with her fist.

"Danny, hurry the fuck up! We need to go! You better not be jacking off in there, you disgusting child!"

Danny rolled his eyes and rolled out of bed. It was true, though, that Danny spent a lot of his free time jacking off. Especially in the last year. If he was honest with himself, it was the only thing that felt good about his life anymore. With his dad gone and these bitter women around him, he found solace in adolescent sexual fantasies.

Like most boys, he would imagine some of the girls from school, or some of his teachers, playing out a fantasy that they secretly liked him and wanted him, then they'd undress for him when they were alone, and he could have his way with them.

Recently, though, Danny's fantasies had gotten a little darker over the past year. Brenda, Valeria, and sometimes even Karen featured in them, but as well as imagining having sex with them, Danny took great pleasure in pretending that they were under his control, that he could tell them what to do, instead of the other way around. He liked to imagine what it would be like to fill those pretty mouths of theirs with his cock to shut them up, and then fuck them so hard that they screamed. He liked to pretend that he was putting them in embarrassing and humiliating positions. In his imagination, he pictured their beautiful naked bodies, legs in the air with their ample breasts jiggling with each and every thrust of his cock, or bend over to present their perfect peach-shaped asses to him, where he could grab them by their slim waists and pull them back onto his cock over and over again. He liked to imagine pulling their hair, biting their nipples, slapping their ass, treating them rough making them scream for more.

It may have only been a fantasy, but made Danny feel a lot better afterwards each time. It didn't make their abuse or their snide comments tolerable, but it gave him some kind of release from their toxic treatment.

Eventually, Danny got up and got dressed. Today they were all going to visit his dad's grave. It was the anniversary of his death, and so to pay respects his family was going to gather once more and remember him.

"It's about time you came out, you little shit," snapped Karen. She was fully dressed in a black dress with a neckline so low and a skirt that was almost short enough to be able to see everything. Danny said nothing, and avoided eye contact. He didn't think that her dress was appropriate for a gathering at her deceased husband's grave, but he knew better than to say anything. Anything he said was always met with vicious anger.

Valeria was ready to go too, dressed up in some fishnet stockings and a black silk skirt with a matching blouse. Brenda, as the less fashion savvy of the three of them, was ready to leave with sneakers, yoga pants, and a loose sweater.

Once they were all ready, Karen rushed them all out of the door. Outside there were two cars waiting. Karen slapped Danny on the shoulder and pointed to the one sitting further back, making it clear that he was expected to get into that one. Not surprisingly, Karen and Valeria were heading to the other car. Brenda glanced at Danny before sneering in mild disgust, as though resigning herself to sharing a car with someone she hated so much, but as soon as she made a move to follow Danny, Karen caught her by the arm and led her to the first car. At first, Danny thought that it was a little weird as he watched all three women get into the first car, right before they drove off. But in the end, he shrugged and decided to make the best of it. At least he had the car to himself, and didn't have to sit in spiteful silence the whole way.

After Danny got into the back of the car and buckled his seatbelt, he closed his eyes and reminded himself that his inheritance was going to let him get away from these awful, petty women once and for all.

With those sweet thoughts to keep him company, and without meaning to, he fell asleep.

Danny woke up with a start, and with a splitting headache. He wasn't in the car anymore. He was lying down in a bed. He looked around and saw with growing concern that he wasn't in his own bed, but in what looked like a white room, in a white bed. He moved his hands and felt something attached to one of them. Looking down he saw something clipped to his finger, and the wire coming out of it connected to a machine by his bed. It was a heart monitor. He was in a hospital.

What the hell happened? He asked himself.

"Oh, good. You're awake!" said a voice. A woman with black hair was poking her head around the edge of the door to look at him. She smiled, entered the room and shut the door behind her. She was wearing a long white coat with a nametag, and carrying a clipboard.

"I'm Doctor Mills," she said, smiling down at him. He noticed how brown her eyes were. "I want you to relax and stay calm. I know that this must be very confusing and disorienting for you."

"Ok," Danny whispered. His voice was so hoarse that it came out as a dry croak. With a sympathetic look the doctor turned around to fill up a paper cup with water from jug that doubled as a water filter, and handed it to him. He drank it gratefully.

"What am I doing here?" he asked once he'd finished. "What happened."

"Before I tell you, I want to ask you a question. What's the last thing you remember?"

"The last thing?" Danny hesitated, and thought back to what he had been doing before waking up here. His head throbbed and he rubbed his temple to help ease the pain. "I was...in a car. I was on my way to my dad's memorial anniversary."

"Ok," said the doctor, looking pleased. "That's good. Now, I have some good news, and some bad news for you. The bad news is that the car you were in was involved in an accident, and it's put you into a coma for the past few days. But the good news is that you're going to be just fine."

Doctor Mills leaned in close to shine a small pocket flashlight into his eyes. Danny flinched as she waved it back and forth a little bit.

"Luckily you managed to get away with only a few bumps and bruises, except for a pretty big bump on the head. That's the one we were worried about, but it looks to me that a few weeks of rest and recuperation will be all it will take to put that behind you."

What about the driver? Danny thought. Is he ok?

"Don't worry about the driver," said Doctor Mills. "You were the only one to sustain any substantial injuries from the accident."

Danny stared at the doctor. She'd answered his question before he'd asked it. It could have been a coincidence. After all, it would be natural to assume that Danny would be concerned about the other person in the car.

His headache was starting to go away, but there was something there that was bothering him. It felt like a kind of itch that was just under his skull. As the pain faded, the itching got stronger. It was bugging him.

Doctor Mills was making some notes on her clipboard as she stood over his bed. Even though it wasn't the right time or the place, Danny couldn't help but sneak a look at her. She was dressed in blue hospital scrubs under the white coat. Danny noticed that she swayed a little from side to side as she wrote, just a little. He smiled and thought that was cute. His eyes fell on her chest, where the swell of her breasts was prominent even though they were subdued by the scrubs. Danny felt a little sleazy for peeking at this woman's chest, but as a teenage boy he could hardly help it.

I wish I could see them, he thought, idly. The itching in his skull buzzed a little.

Doctor Mills stopped making notes, as though some thought had just occurred to her. She looked down at Danny with a sly grin, and then went over to the door to lock it. Danny started to feel a little anxious, and unsure about what was happening.

"Since you're doing much better today, I thought that I might give you a special treat," she said. As she turned back around, she placed her clipboard on a bench nearby, and walked back up to his bedside.

"This is just between us, ok?" she said, raising her eyebrows at him. Danny still wasn't sure what was going on, but nodded.

With a smile, Doctor Mills grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and lifted it up to expose her chest. Danny's eyes opened wide with amazement. Whatever he'd expected, it wasn't this! She was wearing a plain white bra, but she slipped her fingers underneath the underside of them and pulled it up too. Her breasts bounced free, and Danny couldn't help but stare.

Seeming to enjoy Danny's reaction, Doctor Mills swayed a little from side to side, making her tits jiggle a little. They were plump and round, big enough that Danny would have trouble fitting a hand over one of them, and her nipples were dark little nubs making them point out.

Mesmerised by the sight of these naked breasts, Danny felt his cock get hard almost instantly. It made a tent under the surgical gown that he was wearing.

I really want to touch them, Danny thought.

"You can touch them, if you like," said Doctor Mills.

Although a small part of him was curious as to why this was happening, and even how this was happening, Danny reached up and took one of her soft and supple breasts into his hand. He felt the weight and softness against his palm, and her stiff little nipple rubbed against his fingers as he rubbed and squeezed.

Danny took the other one in his hand, and as he fondled and rejoiced in what was happening to him, some part of his brain wasn't leaving well enough alone.

This entire situation is highly unlikely, he reasoned. A woman, doctor or otherwise, wouldn't just show a recovering patient her breasts and invite them to touch them. If that WAS the case, then Danny had been going to the wrong doctors.

But as he thought back on the entire interaction, Danny remembered that she had somehow answered his question after he'd thought of it, but before he'd asked it. And now, after only THINKING about wanting to see and touch this woman's chest, she promptly followed through and let him do just that. It was as if she had known what he was thinking, or was at least reacting to it.

Since things were proceeding this far, Danny thought that he'd try a little bit of a test. After all, what's the worst that could happen? He couldn't get in trouble for just thinking a thought. Could he?

Doctor Mills, you want to see my cock, he thought, deliberately and loudly in his mind.

Danny watched the doctor carefully, and saw her eyes flick to the tent in his surgical gown. She smiled and bit her lip as she looked at it. Was it working?

Still holding up her shirt and bra with one hand, the doctor reached down and twitched aside Danny's gown to expose his erect cock. It was eight inches long, and thick enough that Danny was only just able to fit his fingers all the way around it when he was jacking off.

You like it.

"Mmm," she moaned as she admired his rock-hard piece of meat. With her free hand she grasped it around the shaft. It was the first time that someone besides himself had touched him there. The thrill of her touch was electric, and the excitement of it was nearly enough to make him cum right then and there.

Lost in this far-fetched sexual fantasy made real, Danny went for broke.

You want to suck my cock, he thought. It's all you can think about. You want nothing more than to take my cock in your mouth right now.

Whatever it was that was making this possible, it was working, because no sooner had he thought it, than Doctor Mills, unable to help herself any longer, leaned down across the bed, and slipped Danny's cock between her lips and took the whole eight inches of it into her mouth.

"Holy shit!" Danny gasped, and instinctively arched his back to thrust his pelvis up to meet her face. The tip of his cock slipped right down the back of her throat very little resistance. Whatever Doctor Mills did in her spare time apparently included giving excellent head. Danny watched as she tucked her hair behind her ear, and bobbed her head up and down, sliding her lips along his shaft and making it slick with her saliva.

Lost in the moment, Danny watched as the doctor gave him his first ever blowjob. She stopped just for a moment, standing back up and letting his cock slip from her mouth with a soft 'pop', but only long enough for her to climb on the bed to kneel between his legs so that she could face him. Looking up at him, she opened her mouth wide and swirled her tongue around the purple head of his cock before devouring the whole thing once again. Danny watched in awe, and distantly realised that the doctor's eyes, which had been brown when she'd come into the room, were now a startling green.

Her jet-black hair bobbed along with her head going up and down, slurping on Danny's cock with every motion. Danny could feel it being engulfed by her throat each time. He could feel his orgasm building, gathering up and ready for release. He wasn't going to last much longer.

You want me to cum, he thought to her as he looked into her green eyes. You want me to cum in your mouth, and you're going to swallow everything I give you. And the second you taste my cum on your tongue, you'll love it so much that you'll cum too.

Whipped up into a frenzy, the doctor redoubled her efforts on Danny's cock, using her hands to run up and down the shaft while she locked her lips around the tip, and swirled her tongue around it like she was licking a lollypop. Danny couldn't hold it back anymore. With a groan he felt his muscles contract, and let loose his load into her hot, waiting mouth. Without taking her mouth off of his cock, Doctor Mills screamed and spasmed on the bed, all the while sucking and milking his cock for every last drop of his cum. She swallowed it all, and kept running her fingers up the length of his cock to squeeze out the last drops when it was all over.