#Incest #Teen #Virgin
A blood sucking vampire sets his sights on two 16 year old twins. Can they outwit him before they fall victim to his fangs?
Note: I know it’s a little late, but I have another Halloween story to offer you.
This one is very difficult to my last tale which was, short, light hearted and took place, solely in the bedroom.
On the contrary, this latest yarn is long and dark and there is a lot of storytelling before we get to the sex.
If that’s not for you, then please scroll on.
If it is, then I hope you enjoy.
Story:
“How dare you?
I know boys have their needs and there aren’t any other girls around, but you can’t just fuck me…
I’m not having sex with my brother.
Not now!
Not ever!
Get out!”
I knew she would react like this.
Of course Sue wouldn’t want to have sex with me, but it was the only way.
If she didn’t, we would both be dead by the end of the day.
‐—————–
My twin sister and I had never even heard of Roddensee until a distant uncle had contacted the orphanage two months earlier and offered us a home and a future on the remote Scottish Island.
It was a small rural community where everybody seemed to know everybody else and the arrival of 16 year old twins was bound to cause a stir, especially when there were so few youngsters on the island.
In fact there were no other 16 year olds there at all, nor 17, 18 or 19 year olds either. Indeed there was no one under 22.
It was bizarre.
Sue and I were the only two pupils in our class. We had no classmates or friends, just Uncle Alasdair, who was our teacher and our headmaster.
Our uncle was a slim, pale, private, solitary man, living a quiet life in a dark old house with the curtains permanently drawn.
We were sure he meant well, but after growing up in by the hurly burly of an orphanage, surrounded with noisy children, llfe on Roddensee was boring beyond belief.
There wasn’t even any where to go except for the church. It was an incongruously large building for such a small community. Its rugged granite walls, battered by the elements for centuries but still standing strong and steadfast in all weathers.
The Rector also looked embattled. Old before his time, weighed down by the responsibility of leading his diminishing flock and facing the weekly challenge of finding new words of inspiration in the same old book.
It was a dour place.
All the grown ups looked sad.
Many turned away when they saw us and others just looked seemed to look at us with sympathy.
Even the TV was bleak.
Only one channel and it was obsessed with horror movies. Maybe they could only afford the rights to the Hammer Studios back catalogue, but it seemed to be Frankenstein or Dracula every night. Sue became fascinated with the stories, but I was far more interested in the parade of comely young wenches with heaving bosoms who found themselves at the mercy of the monsters.
So it was Sue and not me, who started to notice odd things about the village.
Every house had a crucifix over the door and garlic growing in the garden.
And the Rector was always visiting his parishioners to sprinkle their homes with holy water.
Our uncle dismissed all this behaviour as the mere superstitions of a remote community of ignorant inbred farmers. He, himself, was an educated man who had attended university on the mainland before coming to the island five years ago to trying to bring their children into the modern age.
But there was a tension amongst the islanders.
There was something unspoken, unspeakable. A terrible secret everyone knew but no one could share and it seemed to be getting worse as October progressed.
Not even the Rector could bring himself to tell me, but he did offer me some “breadcrumbs”.
It was one of those dark, dreech Scottish afternoons and I was trudging home from school. I suppose I didn’t see him in his black cloak and we bumped into eachother, knocking my school books to the floor.
As I apologised and knelt to gather them the Rector spoke to me quietly. “You won’t find what you looking for in there, my child. It’s written in the church yard, under the yew by the north wall.”
I had no idea what he meant and he was gone before I could ask, but it was most interesting thing I had heard since I had arrived on Roddensee.
An intriguing mystery for me to solve.
I had to check it out.
——-‐————
I rose at first light and reached the church yard before the sun had had time to burn off the morning mist.
I located the “northern wall” and quickly identified the yew tree. It stood over some of the newer gravestones, maybe that was where I would find what the Rector thought I should know.
There were seven stones, all with robust Scottish names, like Baird, McBirnie and Galbraith. Sadly they were all my age when they passed, just 16 years old, 5 girls and 2 boys, all unmarried, buried by their parents.
“I thought you’d come,” A voice startled me piercing the morning silence, but I recognised the figure of the Rector emerging through the mist. “Have you noticed the dates of their deaths?”
I checked them all, incredulously, wiping away the morning dew to be sure I wasn’t mistaken.
“That can’t be right. How can they all be the 31st October? And at least one every year for the last five years.”
“It’s right. I knew them all.
They were slaughtered, the blood drained from their bodies. I prepared them for burial and laid them to rest.
Every one.”
“That’s awful.
So that’s why there aren’t any youngsters on the island.”
“Just you and your sister.
You do know what day it is don’t you?”
“Halloween?”
“The 31st October…. the same day all these innocent children were taken.
“Oh my God!
Oh, er …sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, but are you trying to tell me that Sue and I are in danger?”
“I’m sure of it.
You can still save eachother, but you have to it quickly.”
“Do what?
Tell me.
I’ll do anything.
She’s all I’ve got.”
“It was all in last Sunday’s sermon. I do hope you were paying attention.” he smiled urbanely.
Why did he have to be so cryptic?
“You told us about the power of love and explained that it’s stronger than evil.”
“That’s correct, my son, and you do love your sister don’t you? Totally, with all your heart?”
“Yes father…”
“Then go home and act on that love and accept hers in return.”
I wanted to ask him more.
To fully understand the threat to our lives and the action I must take, but the Rector simply handed me a crucifix saying “Bless you my son.”
He turned on his heels.
I ran back to my uncle’s house trying to make sense of the Rector’s advice, the tombstones and all that I seen since my sister and I had arrived on Roddensee.
It was a puzzle, but as pushed through the garden gate it all became clear. Terrifyingly clear!
I prayed I wasn’t too late.
———————–
“Sue!” I burst though our bedroom door, “Thank God you’re all right!”
I hugged her tight.
“Ok, yes I’m fine, thanks. Is it okay if I finish getting dressed now?” I hadn’t noticed that she was only wearing her petticoat and panties.
“Don’t bother about that!” I pushed her onto the bed.
“We’ve got to have sex.
Now!
Our lives depend on it!”
She pushed me away, furiously.
“How dare you?
I know boys have their needs and there aren’t any other girls around, but that doesn’t mean you can just fuck me, whenever you want to!”
“No but… it’s not like that… you don’t understand.
I’ve seen the gravestones.
All the 16 year olds get killed on Halloween.
It’s happened every year for five years
That’s why there isn’t anybody around our age on the Island….”
“I don’t care, I’m not having sex with my brother. Not now. Not ever.
Get out!”
She pushed me out of the room, slamming the door shut and jamming a chair behind it.
I couldn’t get in, but I wasn’t going to give up.
I shouted through the door, appealing to my twin.
“Uncle Alasdair came here five years ago.
That’s when the killings started.
The Rector told me the bodies were all drained of their blood.
It’s got to be a vampire.
That’s why all the villagers grow garlic and put crosses on their houses.
It’s Uncle Alasdair – he’s the vampire.
It’s obvious.
Have you noticed that there isn’t a single mirror in the whole house?”
“Bloody hell, Steve, how gullible do you think I am? Uncle told us that he won’t have mirrors because he thinks they’re vain and sinful, didn’t he?
I know you don’t like him, but he has given us a roof over our head and food in our belly. He’s all the family we’ve got.
He’s not a vampire?
That”s a terrible thing to say!
You should be ashamed…”
“But Sue, it’s just like that film, “Countess Dracula”.
He can’t survive without virgin blood so he has to have it, every year, at Halloween.
And he’s getting worse.
It used to be just one kid a year, but it’s been two in both of the last two years.
That’s why he brought us here.
We’re his virgin sacrifice.”
“Oh fuck off Steve!
That’s disgusting, ridiculous.
Films aren’t real.
You’re as stupid as the villagers.
Just fuck right off.
Don’t ever speak to me again!”
I had no choice.
I stumbled down the stairs and into the street, sobbing my heart out.
I had never had such an awful row with my sister and I was sure I’d lost her friendship for ever – even if our uncle wasn’t a vampire.
But he was – I knew he was.
And he was going to kill Sue, today.
I couldn’t do a single thing about it.
I wandered aimlessly for a while, overcome with sorrow, unable to think straight, but as the morning mist cleared, so did my mind.
There was another way to save my sister.
I just had to get off the island.
I headed for the coast and sought out every fisherman, sailor and boat owner l could find.
There were surprisingly few of them. Some were already at sea, others had retreated to their homes and locked their doors until Halloween had passed.
None would take me
But this was a life and death situation.
There were plenty of boats around, even if their owners were missing.
But I didn’t need a sailor
I could just take a boat.
Who could blame me?
Admittedly, I’d never sailed or rowed a boat before, but how hard could it be?
I ran back home, hoping that I was in time to rescue my sister from her grizzly fate.
Fortunately I was.
She saw me coming, waving out of her bedroom window and then putting her finger to her lips, telling me to “shush”.
She beckoned me to join her – urgently!
I climbed the stairs as quickly and quietly as I could.
“Oh Steve,” she hugged me, “Thank you for coming back.
I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.
You were right.
Look!”
She stood back and put out her arms, so l could see her.
She was wearing a nightie with a very low neckline.
I couldn’t help but stare at her tits.
“No, not those!
Look at the nightdress.
Uncle bought it for me.
What does it remind you off?
It was pure white, knee length, sheer enough for me to see her white panties and low enough to make me think her boobs might fall out at any moment.
“Er, that horror film with the sexy sisters?:
“Yeah, “Twins of Evil”. It had a vampire and a virgin sacrifice, dressed just like this!”
She was pale and trembling with fear.
“Oh shit. He’s really going to do it then?”
“I think so, but it’s not just me.” She started to cry as she motioned to my bed and the new white pyjamas lying on top.
“Where is he?”
“In the cellar, I think,” she sniffed, “he’s been there most of the day.”
“Right, we’ve got go.
I’ve got a boat waiting.”
I grabbed her wrist, ready to run.
We made a dash for the door, but we were halted by a shout up the stairs.
“Oh, good, it sounds like you’re home Stephen. I’ve bought you both some new clothes, could you try them on for me please. I wasn’t sure about your sizes.”
He was trying to sound friendly and casual, but we knew that it was just a trick to disguise his evil intentions.
“Sod that! Get your clothes off.” I ordered my sister as I began to get rid of my own.
“What?”
“He only wants virgin sacrifices, doesn’t he?”
The penny dropped and did my sister’s nightie and knicks.
I had never seen her naked before and I would have loved to have feast my eyes on her flesh, but it was time to save her skin, not stare at it.
I threw off my own clothes, they fell, haphazardly onto the floor, onto the nightstand and onto the bed next to my sister.
I climbed on top of her, pleased to find that my cock was hard and ready for action. Sue opened her legs and gritted her teeth, preparing herself for my penetration.
“Come on you two!” Our uncle shouted, from downstairs, “I can’t wait all day.” He was getting impatient.
I did what I had to and thrust into her cunt without further ado.
It was hot and tight.
My sister squealed as she felt me enter her and she screamed when I brutally broke through her barrier. There was a little blood, but hopefully there would be no more spilt this day.
“What’s that noise?!
What are you up to?!”
Our uncle had lost patience.
He was on his way upstairs.
And when he found us, he would surely kill us!
I drove my cock into my sister with increasing urgency.
She bounced wildly on the mattress.
She was crying.
It may have been fear.
It may have been pain.
It may have just been the emotion of the moment.
But it didn’t matter, I wasn’t going to stop.
I couldn’t stop.
I was in a frenzy, fucking her like our lives depended on it.
And they did.
The door handle turned.
I hit the vinegar stroke.
“What are you two doing?” bellowed our uncle.
“What does it look like!” I replied, spunking into my sister.
We were virgins no more.
“Our blood’s no use to you now, you bastard!”
He roared in fury.
Rushing towards us.
Baring his fangs.
He was determined to kill us anyway.
What could I do?
I noticed my trousers, lying on the bed.
I desperately reached into the pocket and pulled out the crucifix, that the Rector had given me that morning.
Uncle recoiled at the sight, shielding his eyes and staggering back towards the doorway.
I pursued him out of the room and chased him down the stairs.
He fled, weakening, as he ran. Stumbling, then falling and finally crawling, as he made his escape through the house and down to the sanctuary of the cellar.
I locked the door behind him, Sue caught me up and helped me drag a heavy chest on top of it, sealing it tight.
My sister and I fell to the ground, naked, exhausted, but alive and safe from our evil uncle.
It took us some time to regain our breath.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yes safe now, thanks to you.”
“No I meant… erm… I hope I didn’t hurt you too much, you know… in the bedroom.”
“Oh that… yeah, I think I’m going to be sore for a while, but it wasn’t your fault was it?” she kissed me tenderly,
“You didn’t have time to be gentle.
Do you think we’re safe now? I mean, is it really over?”
“Yes, I think so. The Rector said Uncle had to have virgin blood.”
“Why’s that?”
“It’s like he said in his sermon, “love is stronger than evil”.
“A virgin has never experienced physical love, so their blood is weak and incomplete. It’s no match for the vampire’s evil, so he can overcome it, devour it, feast on it and use it for his own purpose.
It keeps him alive.
But when you lose your virginity you experience physical love.
You freely give your body to another and receive theirs in return.
Baring your flesh.
Trusting them completely, when you are at your most vulnerable.
Sharing the ultimate pleasure.
There is no stronger bond than a perfect love, both physical and spiritual. That kind of love has a strength that is far greater than the vampire’s evil.
It will never nourish or sustain him.
It will overcome him
Defeat him.”
“So is that what you gave me then, your perfect love?”
“Physical and spiritual.” I nodded.
“Then, I ought to give you mine too.”
She rolled onto her back, raised her hips and spread her legs, offering herself.
“Ouch! Sssss.
Sorry.
I am still sore.
Maybe we should wait a little while….”
———————–
I kept my eye on the cellar door all day and I kept the crucifix in my hand, in case the vampire somehow managed to break free.
I didn’t rest until the clock reached midnight and we had safely survived Halloween, living beyond the 31st October, unlike so many unfortunate 16 year old islanders.
Sue came to find me.
“It’s time to come to bed,” she whispered, “with me…”
I looked up and saw that she was wearing the revealing white nightie that our uncle had given her.
She leant down to offer me her hand and allow me a tantalising view of her tits.
She knew what she was doing and although her breasts might not yet have been a match for a Hammer Studios’ starlet, they were well on their way.
It was the greatest sight I had ever seen.
I took her hand and followed her wordlessly towards the staircase. She ascended slowly. Two steps ahead of me. My eyes now mesmerized by the smooth round curves of her flawless backside, gliding against the sheer fabric of her nightdress.
There were no knickers this time….
We reached the bedroom.
Sue had been busy, while I was guarding the cellar.
The room smelt fresh and clean.
It was illuminated by candlelight.
The atmosphere was calm, relaxed and unhurried.
And my sister certainly wasn’t in a hurry. We stood face to face, she smiled gently and removed my shirt. Unbuttoning slowly, patiently, silently, baring my chest, before pushing the garment to the floor.
She ran her hands over my torso.
I kept my own hands to myself, allowing her to take charge.
She continued in silence, sliding her hands down to my trousers and lowering herself to her knees, before unbuttoning, unzipping and dragging them to my ankles, waiting for me to step out of them.
She slid her hands back up my thighs. She reached for the waistband of my underpants, prising them forward to clear the length of my erection standing high and proud before me.
She looked up at me, licking her lips. She had never really seen a full grown cock before. She might have glimpsed mine when we shagged earlier, but that was such a frenzied affair.
She gave it a proper inspection, this time.
I felt awkward and embarrassed, standing there, motionless as she looked it over, felt its texture and gave it a timid lick – wincing at her first taste of precum.
Once she was satisfied she stood up to face me again.
She spoke for the first time since we had left the cellar.
Just two words.
Whispered.
“Your turn.”
Her nightdress was so light and flimsy that it fell from her shoulders at the merest brush of my fingertips, unveiling her luscious breasts, rising and falling as her breath deepened in anticipation.
But she held her breath when I slid my palms over her tits, fondling and squeezing them for the first time. Stroking her pert nipples, surprised by the way they flicked back up when fingers moved over them.
I kissed them lightly before venturing lower.
The nightie had gathered around her waist, as though it were waiting for me to push it to the ground.
I reached around her and gently eased it over the swell of her buttocks, taking it down slowly, revealing her pussy – inch by inch.
I didn’t know what to do.
I instinctively put out my tongue and licked her slit from bottom to top, finding it unexpectedly moist.
Sue threw had heard back and gave a gasp of delight.
I took her in my arms and carried her to my bed, laying her down.
There was still no need for words.
I continued to lap at my sister’s sex.
She spread her legs, wanting me to delve deeper.
It was obvious that she enjoyed it but, I’d only just got started, I was going to put more than just my tongue inside her.
I slid my way up her body, pausing for a moment to suckle on her tits. I found that they filled my mouth perfectly – it was almost as though that was what they had been designed for.
I kissed her mouth next.
She kissed me back.
The hot, wet, open mouthed kisses of lovers which, for some reason, felt odd in a way that sucking my sister’s boobs and licking her snatch hadn’t.
Nevertheless we snogged like lovers. My sister clawing at my back and grabbing at my arse in way that I had never experienced before.
Then she put a hand between our bodies and grasped my cock, guiding it towards her sex.
I raised my hips and moved into position.
Sue’s body met my own and I felt the warmth of her moist lips against my cockhead.
I pushed down and slowly entered her sacred space to give her all my love.
She was wet this time.
Relaxed and not so tight.
I slid in more comfortably
Savouring the intimate embrace of her channel against my manhood.
Taking my time, delighting in Sue’s involuntary sighs and the instinctive response of her hips, rising to meet my own in the ancient dance of sexual union.
I held out for as long as I could, enjoying every second before I released my intimate load – the ultimate expression of my love.
Sadly, I didn’t give my sister an orgasm.
It wasn’t just because I didn’t know how – I simply didn’t even know girls had them. Sue would soon educate me, though.
——————–
I called the Rector the next morning and he came to our house equipped with a stake, a mallet, holy water, garlic and all sorts of orher paraphernalia.
He sent Sue and I outside, while he ventured into the cellar.
We were pleased to see him return a few minutes later, telling us he’d found nothing but an antique coffin containing a pile of ash.
It seemed that the vampire’s body, starved of virgin blood, had perished and decayed like any other human cadaver.
But the Rector told us that he’d “sealed and salted the cellar, anyway. Just in case!”
“Well,” he asked, “Was I right? Was it your love that defeated your uncle’s evil?”
It was awkward question. We squirmed in embarrassment. What could we say? We could hardly tell a “man of God” that we had fucked eachother, could we?
“Please don’t feel any shame.” he told us, “It’s obvious that your love is strong and true.”
He paused,
“We are just a small island in the middle of nowhere. How do you think we survive?
We would have died out years ago if it wasn’t for good old fashioned incest.
It happens in every family here!”
‐—————–
Sue and I remained on the island.
We filled our uncle’s house with light and love – a deep, shameless love between a brother and a sister who became a mother and a father, raising our own family.
Our children were part of a new generation of islanders that grew up smelling flowers in their gardens, instead of garlic. A place where Scooby Doo was the scariest thing on TV and where even the peskiest kids could look forward to their futures, without fearing their sixteenth birthdays.
Our uncle was never seen or even mentioned again, but my sister did keep the saucy nightie that he’d bought her – I insisted!
She made sure that she wore it often, and I made sure that she never wore it for long.
Nowadays, she just wears it once a year, on the 31st October, when we celebrate Halloween and the power of our love.
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