Chapter 5

“Okay, why is that ... worm fucking you, Mom?” Natasha started off on a very bad note as she confronted us.

Heather and she also tried to avert their eyes from my cock, yet neither of them asked me yet to hide it, much to my surprise. They were probably stunned that my dick was that big and thick, but evidently I got it honestly from my old man. Whether that was just his genes or because he was a vampire ... or both, it was hard to say. Then again, being a vampire WAS part of his DNA, wasn’t it?

“That ‘worm,’ as you put it so disrespectfully, is right here in this room, and doesn’t appreciate being mentioned as if absent, brat,” I told Natasha curtly.

“Are you really gonna let him talk to us this way?” Heather complained now.

“She will let me do whatever I please, because she’s not in charge, nor is your father. Nor are either of you, nor is Chelsea. I am in charge now, bitches! Your free ride is over, unless you’d rather go live with your Aunt Nora, that is,” I threatened the twins with something that I knew scared the fuck out of them.

“Aunt Nora? Never! She’s ... a... , “ Natasha freaked out rather predictably, like clockwork.

“Bet you’re wishing that your own mother was still alive. I don’t know what happened to her, do you? I just know that she’s dead for some odd reason. What’s wrong with Aunt Nora, again? Maybe it should just be me, Mom, and Chelsea here. Blood kin, you know!” I taunted the girls further.

“No ... please, Aunt Nora is a ... a ... a,” Heather stammered now.

“A what, Heather?” I persisted.

“A ... dyke! A lezzie, okay? She’s gay!” Heather blurted.

“So what? That’s hardly a problem, I should think! Why are you afraid to live with your lesbian auntie, again?” I played things out a bit more while Mom stroked her pussy in full view of her stepdaughters.

“She might ... might... , “ Natasha stuttered now in panic.

“Might what?” I dragged things out further to torment the twins.

“Might try to fuck us, okay? And we’re straight! Dykes are ... gross!” Natasha insisted, making me throw back my head in sheer, raucous laughter.

“What’s so funny, loser? Just because lesbians are your silly, dick-pulling wet dream doesn’t make them ours!” Heather snapped at me again.

“Well, leaving aside the obvious and silly homophobia inherent to your stupid, asinine comments and assumptions, the fact that you continue to insult the new head of this household, thus making this future of yours even more likely is fucking hilarious!” I slapped my own thigh and then Mom’s as we shared in the mirth at the twins’ expense.

“How the fuck are you suddenly head of this household, dipshit? If Daddy’s gone, shouldn’t Mom be in charge? I know that we let you sucker us into this little family circle crap, but why should we let some snotty brat of a teenage virgin ... or recent virgin ... literal motherfucker tell us what to do? Ever since we got back, you’ve pushed and bossed us around, and I have no fucking clue why I should put up with it!” Natasha reacted angrily to the reality that she had complied already with my will.

“Silly girls, I’m atoning for how I mistreated Charles under your father’s rule. I went along with that trash in the past, I was wrong to do so, but I’ll be damned if I sit here and let you disrespect MY SON ever again! Capice? Or do you want to find out why the word ‘vendetta’ is Italian? Your brother is in charge now. Permanently. Deal with it, princesses!

“You can accept that ... or brush up on your ... oral skills, if you catch my drift. I wonder how long it would take poor, lonely Aunt Nora, in spite of her own best intentions, to put both of you to work using your tongues to her satisfaction south of the waist? Probably after she caught you stealing her undies as you’ve done with mine or her negligees that she got for her latest girlfriend? Who knows, you might even grow to, dare I say it, acquire the taste?” Mom spoke up at last, goading my stepsisters into real dread over their future.

“Please, no, anything but that!” Natasha caved first, much to my shock.

“No, please ... don’t ... send us to Aunt Nora’s! We’ll be good! We swear, don’t we, Tash?” Heather started the crocodile tears now.

“Then sit your pretty little pampered asses down on the floor and listen up! There’s something else that you should know. It will come up, sooner or later. I’m a vampire. Yes, you heard me right. I turned vampire this morning, in fact, on my eighteenth birthday, no less! Apparently, my father was or is a vampire, depending on whether or not someone staked him at this point. Smart money says no to that, if he’s anything like me.

“Now, like it or not, your father is gone. He turned vampire, or rather I turned him vampire. After that, his departure was hastened a bit. He won’t be back, not without an invite from me, the new head of this household. I dare say that he has bigger problems than either of you right now and he won’t be coming back to reclaim you. You’re under MY roof now. The rules are mine and they have changed, boy have they ever changed!

“Care to see my fangs if you doubt me? Come closer ... I won’t bite ... too hard,” I chuckled as I dared them to doubt me or disprove me.

“Oh, fuck, you really ARE a vampire! Holy shit ... don’t bite me ... please! Pretty please, don’t bite me! I don’t want to be turned and kicked out onto the street, no place to go in sunlight, my skin frying like an egg on a Phoenix sidewalk! Wait, how did you survive going to school today?” Heather crossed herself now and wet herself as well.

“Yes, I’ll be good ... very good! Just don’t bite me, please!” Natasha begged me, too, “I’d never get to go sunbathing again! I’d lose my tan and never get it back!”

‘And you’d miss garlic too much?” I teased them, “as it happens, I know for a fact that you don’t get cooked by sunlight as a vampire. I went to school and was adversely affected, yes, but more of a sapping effect, my vitality and strength weakened, my energy further drained by my inability to handle normal food. I can’t digest it well. It makes me sick to my stomach. I need blood, you know.

“My first feeding came when Principal Hogan confronted me and tried to make me suck his dick. I bit him with my fangs, drew blood, and began to feel stronger, though I was still sent home for the rest of the day. He was arrested for sexual assault, evidently a pattern of it. He’s gonna have a very hard time explaining those bite marks on his cock from my fangs, ain’t he? It’s just gonna look like a very pissed-off rape victim who fought back against his rapist, you know,” I asserted.

Then the lightbulbs flicked on in Heather’s mind, followed quickly by Natasha’s. I could sense their growing awareness.

“You drained Daddy, didn’t you? You sucked him dry, killed him, he turned vampire, and you dusted him! That’s why there was dust in the trash can! That dust was the mortal or immortal remains of my father!” Heather confronted me now.