Date: Sat, 24 Dec 2011 06:03:24 -0800 From: Sam B Subject: Two Choices Chapter One Two Choices by Sam B. First off, let me say that this series is not intended to replace "Mutual Desires" (in the Lesbian Incest section) in any way. But I did want to do something different. Most of the sex in this story concerns lesbian sex between consenting females, but there is some male-female sex, and a fair amount of incest. Thus, this story belongs in the bisexual incest section. Now the usual disclaimers. If the sex described above offends you, or if you are under 18, or 21 in some states, or it is illegal to view such material where you live, you should leave now. The following materials are the property of Sam B. and should not be reprinted without my personal permission. ----- Two Choices Chapter 1: Options Looking at me now, at age 19, you wouldn't think that just eighteen months ago, as my eighteenth birthday neared, I was considered quite the ugly duckling. I had barely any breasts, my hair seemingly refused to obey, my teeth were somewhat crooked, and I couldn't seem to shed about ten extra pounds, no matter how hard I tried to exercise. I wasn't particularly popular. My best friend was Mark, and I had a few female friends. Jamie, Laura, Jessie, but that was it. My name is Samantha, but I picked up a habit of going by Sam, which was unfortunate, because I seemed kind of androgynous at 17, and so a lot of guys treated me like one. Nobody asked me out on dates, and I didn't have the courage to ask a boy myself. Or a girl. Nobody knew that I was bisexual; especially not my friends. I felt like they would have abandoned me if they ever found out. Well, except for Mark. He was handsome, tall and muscular, but I saw him as more of a brother, and we helped each other out with homework and such. My actual brother, my twin brother, Robert (or Bobby as I called him) inherited all the good looks in my family. He was tall, more than six feet, powerfully built, with brown hair set above big green eyes. Any girl in the school would have killed to go out with him, and he had gone out with several. As the starting varsity quarterback, he was able to go out with and discard girlfriends quickly without it seeming unusual. I knew a fair number of girls had given him their virginity, but none of them seemed to regret the decision, even if he fucked them for a few weeks and then left them for someone else. All they could talk about was how good he was. Then we come to my sister, Lisa. To some extent at least, she's the focus of this story. She was what gave me hope, because at 17, she had been just as ugly as me, then right around the time she turned 18, seemingly overnight, she blossomed. Her breasts had gone from my size (36A) to what she currently wore, her waist had narrowed, and her hips had flared out. She had bragged to me that her measurements were now 36-22-36 with a DDD bra. She was currently 21, and living at home, working nights and sleeping during the day. Her hair flowed beautifully down to her shoulders, and she was tanned all over. It had been a while since I had seen her naked, but I expected she had no tan lines. I only hoped I would be so lucky as her around the time I turned 18. At least I had brains. I played second board on the chess club, I was active in student government, I earned straight A's in school, and I was already considering applying to some of the top colleges in the nation and the world. The first event I'm going to describe occurred exactly seven days before I turned 18. Chess club had been cancelled that day as the Campus Security Officer who ran it had come down with a very bad cold, and couldn't find a replacement to chaperone us. Rather than stick around to play casually with Mark, I schlepped home, realizing just how much homework I had to get done by the next day. That Tuesday I had several major papers due, a large science presentation to prepare for, and a math exam. All-in-all, a busy day. My whole family, Dad, Sister, Brother, and I live in a very large house. My mom had died when I was very young, and Dad had thrown himself into his work out of grief. His small company had turned into a major corporation by the time he remarried, only to discover that his new wife was having an affair with his secretary, and intended to divorce him, taking all the money she could. He had beat her to the punch, and had once again thrown himself into his work. It was estimated that he was worth something in the area of 500 million dollars, but he still sent his kids to public school, and expected us to make our own way. Certainly he helped us out when we needed it, and we weren't lacking in luxury, but he didn't flaunt his wealth. I came home through the front door, setting down my backpack in the entry hall with an audible thump, and slipped off my shoes. In the kitchen, I grabbed a soda, and headed up the stairs towards my room. At the top of my stairs, I paused, hearing a low moan coming from my brother's room, a gasp of pleasure. I figured he had brought his latest conquest home and was making love to her. I hesitated at the top of the stairs, and then decided to sneak towards my brothers room. The door was ajar, and the curtains were drawn, even though it was bright and beautiful outside, but his overhead light was on. I peeked through the door, totally unprepared for what I saw. I saw a side profile of my brother, naked, powerful muscles in his legs and arms rippling as he thrust in and out of the girl in front of him. My sister! Her eyes were closed and she was grasping at his back, but what floored me completely was that my father stood behind her, fucking her in the ass, even as Bobby fucked her pussy. Bobby yelled, "I'm cumming!" and pulled out of my sister, and I opened my mouth in a wide "O" as I realized why girls never regretted fucking him. His cock was easily ten inches long, and if I'd had to put money on it, I would have put it at a foot in length. She dropped to her knees, Dad's cock slipping out of her ass as she did so. His cock looked to be about the same size as Bobby's. Stretching her lips, my sister enveloped Bobby's massive, flared cockhead, and I saw Bobby convulse and moan loudly as he fired jet after jet of sticky cum into her mouth. She swallowed all that she could, but some of it dribbled out of the corners of her mouth to land atop her enormous breasts, which I saw now, had no need of a bra. They defied gravity in their firmness. She spun around on her knees, and quickly latched her mouth over my father's cock, and repeated the treatment. As she began to collect the cum that had fallen onto her breasts, she turned towards the door, and I spun away from the opening, almost certain she had seen me. But when nobody came towards the door, I decided to count my blessings, and hurriedly, silently, made my way to my room, closing and locking the door behind me. Half of me felt disgusted. That was incest! I couldn't believe that my family would be so depraved, and yet.... I closed my eyes, picture myself being fucked by Bobby, feeling that huge cock plumbing my depths. I pictured him flipping me over, and shoving that massive rod up my tight, virginal ass. The half of me that wasn't disgusted was fascinated, wondering if he would ever fuck me. But... I was nowhere near as attractive as my sister. I sighed and let myself stand up straight from where I had been leaning with my back against the door. I stripped naked quickly, letting the sunlight from my window play over my body as I lay down on my bed and plunged a pair of fingers inside myself. Having never scored a date or anything, and being the young, law-abiding citizen I was, I had no toys, and had never had sex. But I had become very good at self-pleasure nonetheless, and within a few minutes, I was breathing heavily, softly whimpering as I came to a climax that didn't seem to do anything to satisfy my horniness. I kept at it until I reached a second climax, then let myself fall back onto my bed. I knew that if I closed my eyes, I would fall asleep, and despite what I had seen, I knew I needed to get my homework done. "I'm sorry, I got too horny watching my brother, sister, and dad in a threesome," probably wouldn't be a good enough excuse. I made my way downstairs, encountering my brother on the way, who just gave me a nod as we passed on the staircase, and I heaved my backpack onto my back once more and trudged up the stairs. This time, my sister was standing in the bathroom, fully clothed this time, though still sexy as hell, putting in some contact lenses. I assumed this meant she was working that night. I stepped into my room, and locked the door behind me. Sighing lightly, I pulled my laptop out of the backpack, plugging it into its charger, and began to work on the pile of homework that had accumulated. -------- It was well after 9 o'clock before I was done, and I had missed dinner, so intent was I on finishing my homework. I struck out downstairs and collected some leftover chicken that I quickly warmed up in the microwave and ate, along with a glass of milk. I had almost finished eating when my sister slid into the seat across from me at the dining room table. I jumped slightly as she did so, and she gave a tiny, somehow slightly unnerving grin. She always enjoyed the way she could sneak up on me, and I was NEVER able to return the favor. She always heard me coming, no matter how silently I thought I was moving. "Sam, I need to talk to you," she said. "Are you about done?" I sighed, nodding. "Yeah, just about," I said. "Do you want some?" I asked her, offering her some chicken, but she pushed the plate back towards me, looking a little disgusted. "C'mon Lisa," I said, half-jokingly. "You don't seem to eat anything!" She gave me that weird smile again and shrugged. "That's how you stay so thin?" I asked. "You never eat anything?" She laughed lightly, shaking her head. "No, I just eat healthy," she said, "and lightly." I nodded. "So do I, and I still can't lose any weight." I finished off the last of the chicken, and finished my glass of milk, putting them both on the counter inside the kitchen. I turned around to make my way to the dining room to find my sister had followed me completely silently. I jumped again as I came face-to-face with her. "Can we talk now?" she asked. I shrugged, leaning against a counter. "Sure," I said. "Talk away." She shook her head. "Can we talk in your room?" she asked. I frowned a little but figured there was no harm in that. "Sure, I guess," I said, leading the way to my room. When I reached it, I sat down on my bed and gestured for her to sit down across from me on the computer chair, which she did. "All right," I said, "what is it?" She gave a tiny grin, the same weird one she had given at the dinner table. "There's a secret I've been keeping from you for a while now," she said. "And I figured, now that you're about to turn eighteen, you should know." "Is this about you and Bobby and Dad?" I asked, surprising myself at my daring. She didn't look unnerved by the question at all, just shaking her head, then pausing. "Well, I guess they play a little part," she said. "But they aren't really the secret. No... what I want to tell you is this." She leaned in close to me, and I found myself leaning in to hear her as she spoke, lowly, softly. "I'm a vampire," she said. I choked back laughter as I leaned back. "Oh, very funny, Lisa," I said. "You had me going there for a moment." She didn't laugh, just watching until I stopped. "It's not funny, Sam," she said. "I'm very serious." I looked into her eyes, and saw she wasn't kidding. "I can tell you still don't believe me," she said. I didn't say anything, but that was an accurate assessment. A more accurate assessment was that she might need to be dragged off to the loony bin. After all, most of the people who thought they were vampires were crazed Twilight fans. "So what," I said finally, "you sparkle in the daytime, and lust after Bella at night?" I asked her. "Don't be stupid," she snapped. "How long has it been since you've seen me out in the daytime?" I shrugged, then considered. It had actually been a long time... and her curtains were always drawn. And while she was fucking Dad and Bobby, the curtains had been closed. She took my hand and put it on her neck. "Check my pulse," she said. Her skin was extremely warm, like she had a fever, and I felt for her pulse, but I couldn't find it. I took her wrist and checked it. Still nothing. She took my hand, putting it inside her blouse, under the straps of her bra, so I could feel her heart. Nothing. "We're not vampires like you see in 'Twilight'," she said. "Daylight is lethal to us. We're repelled by crosses," she said. I nodded silently, and pulled my cross necklace from off my bedside table, holding it out at her. To my intense surprise, she recoiled violently, falling off the chair as she scrambled backwards. "Not funny!" she yelled, as I set the necklace down again. "Just checking," I said. "Well don't," she said. "Okay, say for a minute that this isn't some kind of elaborate hoax," I said. "Are dad and Bobby vampires too?" She shook her head. "No," she said. "But they're enthralled." "Enthralled?" I asked. "One of the... many advantages... of being a vampire," she said. "Just by looking someone in the eye, I can make them do whatever I command," she said. "At least for a little while." "I've looked in your eyes plenty of times," I said, "like just now, and I don't feel compelled to do anything you tell me to." She gave a tiny nod. "You wouldn't," she said. "I'm wearing special contacts that block that power. And I always have when you've been around," she said. "I'm glad I didn't accidentally make eye contact with you while I was fucking Bobby and Dad," she said simply. "If I had..." She trailed off, and I waited for her to continue. When she didn't, I prompted, "If you had... what?" "Once someone has been enthralled, they can't become a vampire," she said. It took a moment for that to sink in. "Wait, what?" I asked. "You want to make me a vampire?" I asked. She nodded, smiling. "It was an opportunity I got when I turned 18. I took it. I figured you should get the chance too. Dad and Bobby don't need it. They can both succeed on looks alone. But I needed some help, and frankly, so do you," she said. "Hold on just a minute. You changed seemingly overnight when you turned 18. Was this because you turned into a vampire?" I asked her. She gave a tiny nod. "Okay, I'm listening. What are the advantages and disadvantages?" She smiled softly at me. "Well, first off, the advantages. Obviously, I look beautiful. You'll undergo a similar transformation when you turn. Your hearing will get way better. That's why you can never sneak up on me. You'll get the mesmeric gaze. You'll be stronger and slightly faster than a human. You'll be able to see perfectly, even in total darkness. Oh, and you'll be virtually immortal and invincible. Stake to the heart, gravedigger's tools, holy water, and sunlight, are about the only things that can hurt or kill us. All other injuries take only seconds to recover from." "Is there someone trying to kill usć mean遼ou?" I asked. She nodded. "The Slayers," she said. "They're an organization dedicated to eradicating vampires. We've been warring for millennia, since the first organization of slayers was established by Julius Caesar in 47 BC." "Okay, and the disadvantages?" I asked. "Well, aside from the Slayers doing their level best to kill us, there is the fact that we can't ever go out in the sunlight or we burst into flames and die, so you wouldn't be able to go back to school again. We can't enter a house, apartment, dorm room, whatever, without an invitation. We can't EVER enter consecrated ground, like a church. Oh, and we can't eat normal food. We can only drink blood." At my look she waved a hand, "Oh, we don't have to kill to do it. Sometimes someone'll get carried away, but we only need a few ounces of blood a day. I've been using Dad or Bobby whenever I can't find someone while I'm out... working. They're both fine." I nodded. "Their cocks?" I asked. "Are they that size because of you feeding off of them?" She shook her head. "Nah. We just have a really well-endowed family," she said. "Though male vampires' cocks are all at least that big," she said with a grin. "And lack of a pulse doesn't seem to prevent them from getting it up," she added. She paused a moment and gestured at her shadow. "Obviously, we still cast a shadow, and our reflections can be seen in mirrors. We still have souls; we're not bad people, but I won't deny your priorities will shift, should you choose to become one of us. We can cross moving water too. No need to wait for the ebb tide, or be confined to an area encircled by rivers. Oh, but we can't turn invisible, turn into bats, or turn ethereal. Just like mortals, we're stuck in this form, though we can summon bats or rats to do our bidding. But I don't like to do that.... It always seemed unhygienic to me. Even if I don't have to concern myself with hygiene or worry about disease any more." I nodded. "Okay, so say I'm considering this... what do I have to do? Let you bite me?" I asked. She shook her head. "It's more complicated than that," she said. "Being a vampire is something very... sensual," she said. "You have to give yourself over to it. Completely. There are four fluids we need to mix. I have to drink some of your blood, and you have to drink some of mine. But we also have to mingle sweat, saliva, and," she paused, "cum." I gaped at her. "So we have to have sex?" I asked her, wondering if she could tell that the thought actually turned me on, even though a tiny corner of my brain still screamed that it was incest, and that it was wrong. She shook her head. "Not necessarily, but it's easiest that way. You don't find me sexy?" she asked. "It's not that," I said, shaking my head. "I'm just surprised is all. Does it increase your libido? Is that why you've been fucking Bobby and Dad?" She paused a moment, then gave a small nod. "I guess it does," she said. "You never get tired, for one thing. No need to sleep at all, in a coffin or otherwise. And no threat of disease, so you can fuck whoever you want without any sort of medical consequences." "Do I get some time to think?" I asked. "At least a few days?" She nodded, then paused. "Just watch out," she said. "You're marked now. Somehow the Slayers will know that you know about vampires, and they will try to recruit you." She leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips, and I felt myself melting into the kiss. "Just remember, this family is all for you if you join us," she whispered as she stood up and walked away. I had several explosive orgasms that night. ------- I went to school the next morning, moving through it as though in a daze. Several times I got caught daydreaming by my teachers, but they seemed to ignore it. After all, I was one of the best students in the school. I guess they figured I could get away with a little bit of distraction from time-to-time. After school I was ready to head straight home when I heard a voice call from behind me. "Hey, Sam! Wait up!" I smiled and turned around to see Mark jogging slightly to catch up to me. "Can we talk for a minute?" he said. I looked around, and stepped into a corner of the courtyard, where he joined me, glancing briefly at a trio of giggling cheerleaders who walked past. "Vampires are real," he said suddenly, and when I didn't look surprised he nodded. "Your sister told you," he said matter-of-factly. "We figured she might try to turn you, so I've been keeping an eye on you ever since I joined." I looked at him. "The Slayers," I said simply. He nodded, looking a little surprised. "I'm surprised she told you about us, but now that I think about it, you obviously aren't a vampire, and you haven't begun the transformation yet, so she would have warned you about us. What did she say?" I shrugged. "Just not to let myself be seduced by your organization." He laughed a little bit, and when I arched an eyebrow at him, he stopped and shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said. "It's just funny. Telling you not to be seduced by us." He shook his head again. "Vampires are concerned with two things. Feeding, and fucking. Anything else is a distant third. Their entire life revolves around getting their next meal and finding their next lay. They're the seductive group, powerful and dangerous." He sighed. "I would have preferred you were left out of this, Sam," he said. "But reality is reality, and sooner or later, you're going to have to pick a side. If you join the Slayers, we can teach you how to protect yourself from vampires like your sister, and you can still leave a mostly normal life. Come to school, hang out with your friends." He paused. "And there are advantages, though maybe not as many as you might get being a vampire. But it comes without all the vampiric drawbacks." I nodded and gave a gesture like he should explain it. "You'll be stronger and faster than a regular human, though not to the extent of a vampire. You'll be able to tell who in a crowd is a vampire, and who in a crowd knows about vampires. I can't really explain what it's like. You just know, without question. You'll develop something of a sixth sense that will warn you if you're about to be in danger. Oh, and we'll enhance your body magically, just like becoming a vampire would." "Why?" I asked curiously. "Is that a requirement?" He shook his head. "No, no. But we found that a lot of people were going over to the vampires because they wanted bodies like that, so we started enhancing all our members as well." "Say I want to join. How do I do that?" I asked. "All you have to do is attend our next meeting, day after tomorrow, after school, go through the ritual, and you'll be a member." I nodded. "All right.... I'll think about it, Mark." I turned and walked away, mind heavy with the choice I now had to make. ------- All right, so I want you, the readers, to choose the path that Sam takes. Don't worry, both stories will have plenty of sex scenes in them, both FF and MF. If you have additional comments or questions, go ahead and write me at sbsilverstars@gmail.com