Chapter 7

“I wouldn’t think that you wanted to be with someone as ... aggressive as me, given how Jerry was,” I commented while pounding the fuck out of Natasha in the missionary position.

“There’s aggressive ... and abusive, bro. You know how abusive is ... God knows that we were that way to you at times and so was Mom, too! You ... you’re just what the doctor ordered, what we’ve both craved and didn’t know it. Besides, we really need to atone, too, for being such bitches to you. Just like Mom, we took out our ... pain and abuse and suffering on you, and it wasn’t right, bro! I can call you that, right, bro?” Natasha told me while wrapping her legs even tighter around my waist to take me deeper into her dripping wet gash.

“Yes ... sis ... oh ... fuck, yeah!” I groaned as I pumped harder and deeper inside my stepsister’s luscious twat.

“I set a horrid example before, but I’m proud to set a better one now. Family healing through incest, sharing, and bondage,” Mom winked at me and the twins.

“I want to call him Master myself, though,” Heather suddenly told us while flipping Mom over to rim her at last.

“Yes ... let’s call him ... Master, too!” Natasha quickly followed suit, being a true twin in that respect.

“Are you sure about that, girls? You just got to call me ‘bro,’ just now. You want to drop that so quickly in exchange for such a ... dominant title?” I wondered aloud while still banging Natasha.

“Yes, we mean it ... Master! Let us atone ... we’ve been horrible sisters, but we can ... make it up to you, sweet bro ... Master!” Heather swore to me in earnest.

“Plus, we really want to get turned on our eighteenth birthday!” Natasha noted as she clenched my cock and kissed me very hard on the mouth.

“Okay, but if I knock you up, the turning will have to wait,” I warned the twins.

“Good point ... I don’t want to get knocked up as a human ... so dull! I want to get pregnant to you as a vampire! Think that the baby would come out as a human or vampire in that case?” Heather asked me while we swapped and I entered her while Natasha ate Mom out.

“Probably a vampire, but who knows?” I chuckled as she put me on my back to ride me cowgirl-style.

“In any case, the four of us are lovers now, aren’t we ... and you know that I’ll never abuse you guys,” I assured the three ladies.

“Think that we’d take you to bed if we thought that you would, Master?” Natasha winked at me now.

“Yeah, whatever else we know about Master, he’s an infinite improvement over Dad. We loved him, but we didn’t like him as much as you might have guessed. Sure, he would spoil us, as we said, but that was to buy our affection and bribe us after he’d abuse us. He never could get a grip on his rage and it wasn’t all ‘roids, though that was no small part of it,” Heather agreed while riding me and waving her wonderful tits in my face.

“He ... raped Aunt Nicole under the influence of the drugs, and while he got the charges dropped, she never forgave him ... and it brought out the fact that he was doped. He lost his boxing license and that was that. Banned from actual boxing for life. Yeah, that’s the story that they don’t tell us, but Aunt Nora told us, another reason that we’re not actually scared of her. We’ve talked to her,” Natasha told me as Heather and she swapped yet again to lez each other while Mom rode me.

“Damn, what a loser! No offense!” I declared.

“Master, if we’re not offended by you killing him, I doubt that calling him a ‘loser’ would bother us. He called you worse, so did we, and so did Mom before we wised up,” Heather told me while the ladies all began taking turns atop me.

“Damn, I’m such a lucky bastard, you know!” I grinned.

“Yes, well, two of you are vampires, so the night is still very young for you, ain’t it?” Natasha reminded me as she took her turn again with me.

“Besides, we’re lucky bitches, too, aren’t we, Mom?” Heather asked Mom.

“That we are, sweetie ... that we are! I’m so glad that we get along better now!” Mom told her.

“Yes, well, all we needed was a little awakening, an epiphany as to one very important fact,” Natasha said as Heather took over again for a couple of strokes.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“That we need a man with a firm hand, the right kind of Master ... and it wasn’t Dad ... it’s you,” Heather answered for her twin, getting the thumbs-up...

But, of course ... twins could read each other’s minds, or something like that. Right?