Date: Sat, 24 Dec 2011 06:03:24 -0800
From: Sam B <sbsilverstars@gmail.com>
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.



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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.



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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.



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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.

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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