The Inheritance - 1 - Max

Kirina was sad to learn her Uncle Max had passed. Max was the younger brother of Kirina's father, who had died several years prior. The cancer that claimed Max was ruthless, but quick.

An attorney notified Kirina she was the primary beneficiary of Max's estate. Max was quite wealthy, known as a good international businessman in the textile industry.

Kirina and her boyfriend were comfortable on their own, but Max had specified that as Kirina was his sole surviving relative, she could 'cherry pick' anything from his home that was of personal interest. The rest would be sold through an estate sale, with the final monies deposited into Kirina's bank account.

Max's home didn't reflect his wealth, but reflected his taste. Kirina couldn't help but notice Max had several photos of himself and his 'lovely niece Kirina' framed and displayed. Kirina's eye was drawn to a few photo albums, which chronicled Max's life and travels. As she pulled out a second photo album, she noticed yet another album hidden behind the others at the back of the bookshelf.

This album showed a very different side of her Uncle Max. Nudes. Pictures of Max with other women, not to mention other men. Max was quite athletic, and had an attractive body. Several of the photos displayed Max in bondage, his cock stiff and youthful. Other photos showed Max wielding a whip, or being the dominant force tying up the submissive.

Kirina gulped, and put the album into a box with a few other things she would be taking. 'Probably best that others don't see this.' Kirina thought. She also was a bit surprised to find herself more than a little aroused at seeing Max nude, and in sexual situations.

The attorney was on hand to secure the property after Kirina had gone through everything. He gave her a key, just in case there was anything she had second thoughts about wanting. The attorney also gave Kirina a second key, this one to a warehouse in the industrial section of town. Max had specified that Kirina would inherit ownership of that property as well.

Kirina's mind raced as she headed home. Sad at the loss of her Uncle, and honored that he had cared for her more than she realized. Kirina also felt somewhat scared, and more than a little excited to have seen a glimpse of Max's 'personal and private' life.

Kirina went to the warehouse after lunch the next day. The two-story building was quite large, and appeared very weathered on the outside - though it also looked like it was sturdy enough to last another century. Several industrial trucks were parked outside.

The attorney had given Kirina a small package which contained a key chain with five keys for the property, one of which was a master key. The package also contained an envelope with a substantial check, which Kirina assumed was some sort of rent payment.

Kirina went to the front door, inserted the master key, and the heavy door opened smoothly into a large hall area. The facility was clean, but was still very much a warehouse. The sound of her heels clicking on the concrete floor reminded Kirina of her church as the sound echoed off the hard walls.

She was almost surprised to see a man roughly her age sitting at a table in one of the corners.

"So, I hope you didn't have any trouble finding the place?" The man asked. He had a shock of blonde hair, and blue eyes which were evident even from a distance. Kirina also noticed the man's boots, his tan, his posture in the chair. He was very good looking.

"No, no problem at all!" Kirina answered, giving a bright smile. "Well, I did make a couple of wrong turns..." She added with a giggle.

"And did you get the payment?" The man asked.

"Why, yes, I did." Answered Kirina, still unsure of what the actual payment was for.

"Good." The man smiled. "I was starting to wonder if you would show."

As Kirina walked closer to the man, he uncrossed his legs. It was quickly evident that he had a hard-on, which was causing his pants to tent somewhat - and he wasn't trying to hide it.

Kirina and her boyfriend had a very 'vanilla' sex life, which she often downplayed. Sex was something for bad girls, not a churchgoing girl like herself. Kirina was still reeling from seeing the 'dirty' photo album of her Uncle Max - and she had only looked at a few pages.

But here was a man who sparked something new to her. There was a touch of fear, mixed with some sort of a primal urge that caused her to be aware of a wetness in her nether area. Kirina wasn't much of a masturbator, but when she did touch herself, it was to thoughts of a man like the one sitting before her.

Kirina was about to get some further education.