Illicit Inheritance: The Complete Collection (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  “Alright, we are just about finished for today,” said Ms. Willis. “We’ll wrap up with a short quiz that I’ve prepared to test your understanding. This is school, mind you, and even if it’s just the three of us in here, you’ll still have grades to keep up.”

  John stifled a groan as Ms. Willis set a piece of paper in front of him. He stared at the paper for at least a minute, pencil in hand, slowly realizing that he knew too few of the answers to be able to scrape by.

  Kari, on the other hand, had been writing away with her pencil since that quiz had been set in front of her. John glanced up at Ms. Willis, who was packing her stuff away into a black suitcase, and then carefully leaned over, towards the other girl’s desk.

  She noticed what he was doing, and blushed. John looked at her apologetically, and after a moment, Kari relented, and slid her paper over to the side of her desk, closer to John. It felt as though she was doing something for him that was almost intimate, exposing her paper as though she were secretly flashing him an off limits part of her boy.

  “Excuse me, but I will not tolerate cheating in my classroom.” Ms. Willis snapped her suit case shut and then stormed over, each of her footsteps clacking in high heeled echoes on the tile floor.

  “We uh, we weren’t.” John’s denial was unconvincing, and he knew it. Ms. Willis leaned over his desk with a grave look on her face. The posture also had the unintended effect of giving John a perfect look down her cleavage, which he tried to resist giving into.

  “John, I understand that lot of the material we cover here is new to you.” His teacher’s voice was soft, almost seductive, and it caught him off guard. “If you need to brush up on it, just give me a go.”

  John stared at her, and felt his cock rapidly hardening in his pants. She had moved in close to him, and he was becoming almost uncontrollably aroused.

  “I’m serious. I can give you additional lessons, in private, and we can work on this, along with other things.”

  She put one of her hand’s on John’s thigh, and for a moment, he felt as though he was about to cum in his pants, even with just that very slight touch.

  “Ms. Willis,” he said. “I think I might like that.”

  “I think you’d be surprised by just how fun private lessons with me can be, John,” she said softly. “I’ll make sure you understand the material, and teach you all that you need to know.”

  Kari cleared her throat loudly from beside the two of them.

  “Ms. Willis, I’m done with my quiz!”

  Finally, John’s teacher pulled back. She took his quiz, along with Kari’s, and moved back to the front of the room.

  “John I’ll let you retake this quiz at the start of our next lesson,” she said. “You’d best find the answers out on your own.”

  “Of course,” said John.

  “That will be all for today. Enjoy the rest of your afternoon.”

  John looked over at Kari, who was tucking a few books away into a cute pink knapsack. He waited for her to finish, and then they exited the classroom at the same time.

  “Thanks,” he said. “For, you know.”

  Kari’s expression was bright enough to light up the entire hallway. She opened the door to the outside and held it open for him.

  “Anytime, John,” she said. “Hey… Do you, uh, do you have plans?”

  “What?” John looked at her curiously. Kari was blushing profusely, and let out a small, embarrassed laugh.

  “I mean, well, I don’t have any plans for the afternoon …” Her voice was small again, and the way she kept her gaze down into the ground made her look especially girlish, like a nine year old asking for an early desert. John scratched his head with one finger, and decided to save her from her predicament.

  “Do you want to hang out for a bit, Kari?”

  She smiled at him, and nodded slightly.

  “Cool,” said John, and then quickly added as he thought about it further. “We should go to your place, though. It’s a little… complicated for me, at the Ludling Mansion.”

  “Of course!” said Kari. John could tell that she was excited, from her voice tone and then again after from the way she walked next to him, so close and reactive.

  “It’s over this way,” said Kari. “My dad might be home, but I’m sure that he will leave us alone.”

  John thought back to the day before, and how he had met Kari’s father outside when he was with his mom. Strangely, the lesson that Ms. Willis had taught that day began to turn around in his head, pulsing as though it was just as relevant in that moment as it had ever been.

  CHAPTER 9

  Immediately after John agreed to head over to Kari’s house with her, as if on cue, his phone rang. He took it out of his pocket and saw that it was his mom calling him.

  “Just a sec,” he said, smiling at Kari. “Hello?”

  “Hey sweetie!” said Natalie. “How did your class go this morning?”

  “It was… good.” John felt a little strange, almost awkward, talking to her over the phone. The last time he’d seen her had been the night before, and hearing her voice, even over a tiny speaker, was enough to bring back the illicit memory of what had happened between them.

  “Was old Mrs. Hawking strict with you?” asked his mom. “I had a rough time with her back when I was your age.”

  “Uh, no,” said John. “The teacher was a younger woman, Ms. Willis. She’s very… thorough in her instruction.”

  “Ms…. Willis?” Natalie’s voice was full of bewilderment. “Emily Willis?”

  “Yeah, that’s her,” said John. “Why do you ask? Did you used to know her, or something?”

  His mom was silent for a moment on the other line. John took it to mean that she had, but didn’t think anything of it.

  “Anyway, what have you been up to all day, mom?” he asked. “You weren’t around when I got up…”

  “Oh you know, just running errands, honey,” she said. “Checking the accounts, talking to my lawyer on the phone, that sort of thing.”

  Something about her tone of voice made John feel strangely suspicious. It was only their second day on Blackthorn Isle, and he felt as though his mom’s history with the place had added an unpredictable flair to her behavior.

  “Alright, well I’m heading over to Kari’s house for a little bit,” he said. “I’ll be back later in the afternoon, in case you get home before I do.”

  “Kari van Katho?” For the second time in the conversation, Natalie went silent. John sighed, and felt as though there were a number of things he’d have his ears talked off about the next time he saw his mom.

  “Yes mom, that Kari,” he said. “She was really nice to me in the classroom today, and…”

  John paused, and glanced over at Kari, who was looking at her own phone a polite distance away.

  “She’s nice, mom. I think you’d like her if you got to know her.”

  There was another moment of silence, and then John heard his mother let out a sigh.

  “Alright sweetie, just be careful,” she said. “There is a lot more going on than what you can see on the surface. You can be as friendly as you want to be, but remember that you are the Count now, John.”

  “I know, mom,” he replied.

  “I love you, honey,” she said. “I’ll see you tonight.”

  “Love you too mom, I’ll see you then.”

  John tapped off his phone, and offered an apologetic glance in Kari’s direction.

  “Sorry about that,” he said. “My mom has gotten a lot more protective since we moved here.”

  “I totally understand,” said Kari. “Just wait until you’ve talked to my dad a little…”

  The two of them walked together through the town. There were more people out than John had seen the day before, and it felt like every few steps, they would stop so that Kari could wave or exchange pleasantries with someone. John figured that it was just an aspect of life on such a small island, where everyone knows everyone.

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y stopped in front of the same mansion that John had seen her and her father outside of the day before. Kari opened the gate and gestured up the driveway.

  “Come on, let’s go,” she said. “Don’t worry, my dad can be a bit… eccentric, but he doesn’t bite.”

  “I’m not worried.” John wasn’t sure if the words were true or not, even as he spoke them, but he walked along with Kari up to the front door, which was just as huge and imposing as the door of the Ludling Estate. She opened the door without any hesitation, and John followed after her.

  “Dad, I’m home!” Kari called into the lobby of the mansion, her voice echoing a little through the space. “I brought John with me, the new Count Ludling.”

  “Did you, know?” Erik van Katho’s voice was deep, and laced with sophistication. Kari led John into a large, old style living room, where the man was sitting in a big, throne like chair, staring into an unlit fireplace.

  “Yeah. We’ll be upstairs.” Kari turned to leave, but her father held up one of his hands, and like a good girl, she stopped in her tracks.

  “Tell me about yourself, John,” he said. “Make a case for why I should let you be upstairs alone with my daughter.”

  John opened his mouth in surprise, and glanced over at Kari. She looked frustrated and flustered, but didn’t say anything.

  “Well…” John said, slowly. “There really isn’t much to tell. I’m new to this island, and this life. I didn’t even know that I had a grandfather a couple of days ago.”

  “We were friends of a sort, you know.” Erik van Katho turned his head over his shoulder ever so slightly, and spoke to John in a far off voice. “He was a mentor to me. A father figure, you might even say, after my own passed away.”

  Erik reached down to the ground and picked up a glass full of clear brown liquid and ice, and then took a sip of it. He was drunk, John realized. He glanced over at Kari again and saw a bit of concern on her face.

  “Dad, we have company,” she said quietly. “Maybe you should take a nap.”

  “Anastasia!” yelled Erik. “Anastasia, get in here!”

  A maid came running in from another part of the house. She bowed to Erik and then waited, watching as he drained the glass in his hand and then passed it to her.

  “Make me another drink,” he said. “Make it bourbon this time.”

  Erik stood up from his chair and turned so that he was facing John. He wasn’t that old of a man, maybe in his early fifties, but something about the way he carried himself made him seem much older, as though he was carrying a great weight on his shoulders.

  “John van Ludling,” he said. “The new Count.”

  John was expecting him to lash out, or possibly even spit on the floor in front of him, but instead Erik broke into a laugh. He walked over and clapped John on the back, a gesture that John found surprising and deeply unnerving.

  “It’s an honor to have you here, young man,” he said. “I hope our families can continue the close relationship that they’ve shared for so many years.”

  Erik smiled in a curious way at his daughter, and then nodded to John.

  “I will be in the study if you need me, dear,” said Erik, as he walked away from them. “Anastasia, hurry up with my bloody drink!”

  “Yes, of course, sir,” said a distant, quiet voice.

  Kari looked at John apologetically, and then took his hand into hers and tugged it towards the stairs.

  “Come on,” she said. “Let’s head up to my room and relax.”

  The van Katho Mansion looked to John almost as though it had been designed with competing with the Ludling Mansion in mind. Everything was a little bigger, or a little more expensive, but in a way that felt a little uninspired to him. John wondered if that was just his own ego talking, having already attached his identity to his new home.

  Kari’s room, like his in his own mansion, was on the third floor. She led him into it, and the differences between the way she lived and the way John was used to living became immediately apparent.

  There were a variety of mirrors scattered about the room, along with gigantic, expensive looking stuff animals and bean bag chairs. Against the back wall, John could see and open door that spilled out into a gigantic wardrobe packed full of hanging outfits.

  “It’s a little messy, I hope you don’t mind.” Kari had doubled around behind him and shut the door with a soft click.

  “It’s totally fine,” said John. “The only reason my room isn’t is because I just moved in.”

  She smiled at him, a beautiful, girlish, flirty smile that made John acutely aware of the fact that it was just the two of them there, and they were in her bedroom. Kari looked as though she was coming to the same conclusion, her cheeks reddening slightly, and she skipped over to one of the bean bag chairs and collapsed down into it.

  “Come on, have a seat,” she said. “I have the best seats in the house over here.”

  John walked over slowly, admiring Kari as much as he could without being too direct. She was so pretty, and so regal, one of those girls that appears to the outside world to be fortunate beyond all good measure. With her family’s money, and her thin, attractive body, John wondered if there was anything that could possibly be denied to her.

  “Thanks,” said John. “For inviting me over, I mean. I’m still adjusting to life here on Blackthorn, to say the least.”

  “It’s my pleasure, John.” Kari locked eyes with him as she spoke, and a strange heat felt like it was brimming in the air between them. “There aren’t many boys my age on the island. I mean, there aren’t many other teenagers in general, ha ha.”

  She was a little nervous, and noticing it made John feel a little nervous, too. Her bean bag chair was right next to his, and he inched a little closer to her, feeling his heart beat faster in his chest as he did.

  “So what was life like for you, before all this?” Kari twirled a lock of her hair in her fingers as she asked the question. John wrinkled his brow at her, and tried to tear his focus away from her face and her body to think about the question.

  “It was alright, normal, I guess,” said John. “But things have been much more exciting here on the island. There is a whole new world of possibility, and pleasure for me here.”

  He hadn’t met his answer to sound so suggestive, but the way Kari nodded and stared into his eyes as he gave it told him that she took it that way, and took it well.

  “What about you, what’s life like here?” he asked her.

  “It’s boring, John,” she said softly. “And I don’t want it to be.”

  “You want it to be… interesting?” He’d moved to the very edge of his bean bag, and was leaning towards Kari, whose gaze had been on him for a minute. She nodded her head at his question.

  “I do.”

  John felt his body lean forward, pushing his lips into hers, without even truly realizing that he was doing it. It felt like he had to kiss her, as though there was no other proper course of action in the moment, even though they’d only known each other for such a short amount of time.

  Kari, for her part, kissed him back enthusiastically. She ran one of her hands through John’s hair, rubbing it into a wild tangle that would suggest to anyone with a keen eye that something had taken place.

  They parted for a moment, stared at each other with a shared mixture of surprise and teenage hormones, and then pushed forward against each other again. This time, John slipped his tongue ever so slightly into Kari’s mouth, and she leaned back and pulled him onto her bean bag and onto her.

  “Kari?” The sound of Erik van Katho’s voice echoed from the hallway. “I need your opinion on something.”

  John pulled himself off of her slightly, and saw the frustrated, worried expression on her face. His cock was poking against his slacks, and against her thigh, from how he was on top of her, and he wanted so badly to find release for it.

  “The door is locked, Kari.” Erik van Katho knocked loudly. “What’s going on in there?”

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sp; Kari sighed, and moved John off her. She stood up, straightened out her clothes and hair a little bit, and then hurried over.

  “Nothing, daddy,” she said. “Me and John just wanted some privacy.”

  She opened the door, and Erik van Katho walked into the room, swaying ever so slightly.

  “What…” He looked at John, and then his daughter, catching enough of the tiny details from their expressions for it to click in his head. “Oh!”

  John watched a battle of conflicting emotions take place on Erik van Ludling’s face. He was expecting to immediately be ejected from Kari’s home, given what her father had walked in on, but it looked as though the man’s paternal protectiveness was being subdued by… something else. He rubbed his forehead, and John stood up and walked over to the door.

  “Sweetie, don’t you think that you and John should go for a walk, or maybe play some billiards in the game room, to get to know each other?” Erik van Katho spoke slowly, and with forced control.

  “Dad, we were just talking.” Kari used her sweetest voice, but it was clear to John that her dad wasn’t buying it.

  “John, I quite approve of the budding… friendship, between you and my daughter,” said Erik. “But I think it would behoove you to be mindful of your new status. The old Count was… similarly inclined at times, to my dismay and that of many others.”

  His words were slurred enough by the bourbon to make the conversation even more uncomfortable for John than it should have been. He nodded, and then looked at Kari, who looked as though she was on the verge of dying with embarrassment.

  “Yes, of course,” said John. He glanced at Kari and smiled. “I should probably get going.”

  “Here!” Kari skipped over to a desk in the room and pulled out a sticky note, scribbling something onto it with a pen. “My number. Just in case you… need help with your homework.”

  John took it with a smile, and saw from the mixed expression on her father’s face that it was time for him to be going.

  “It was good seeing you, Mr. van Katho,” he said.