Chapter 1

The Lexus SUV pulled up to the old, Victorian era mansion on the hill as lightning danced across the mountains in the late evening background. A collector's classic BMW was already parked by the long row of folding garage doors. A stocky, well attired man stood in the double doorway of the house, stroking his trimmed, graying beard.

"Who is that guy, Dad?" Amber Stevens asked quietly from the back set of the Lexus as they pulled up to the smiling man.

"That's the Attorney for the Estate," John said with his mouth nearly closed, not looking back at his teenage daughter as he sat in the front passenger seat.

"He looks like a perv," Brad smirked, sitting behind the wheel.

"He does look perverted," Susan commented from the backseat, agreeing with her teenage son.

"So nice to finally meet all of you," the bearded man smiled broadly, extending his hand as the Stevens' exited the Lexus. "I'm the Attorney for the Marsven Estate, Anton Blaylock."

"I'm John Stevens, and this is my wife, Susan, our son, Brad, and our daughter, Amber," John introduced, shaking Anton's hand firmly, noticing the surprisingly powerful grip the man had.

"Oh my, you are such an exceptionally attractive family," Anton commented, eyeing them all. "May I ask if you were ever a professional model, Susan?"

The tall, statuesque blonde, blushed and smiled, slightly abashed. "Why, yes I did; in college," she said, extending her hand. "That's how I met John."

Anton took her proffered hand and kissed it european style, which made Susan blush even more.

"And you simply have to play sports with a physique like your father's," Anton smiled, shaking Brad' hand vigorously.

"I play a little," Brad smiled, uncomfortably.

"He's the captain of the football team, and an honors student," Susan said proudly.

"Yeah," Brad said sheepishly.

"Brains, brawn, and looks," Anton said. "Both are sorely needed in today's business world!"

He moved to Amber. "And with such exquisite facial features and a form like your mother's you simply have got to be a cheerleader," Anton smiled, kissing Amber's proffered hand like her mother's.

Amber giggled and blushed. "Yes, I am," she said, looking at Susan.

"Okay, well, let's get this final phase finished," John said softly but firmly.

"Very well," Anton's smile softened as he looked at John. "It is time for the final paperwork. Please, follow me inside."

"Is it haunted?" Amber giggled as they walked through the spacious, immaculately maintained mansion, their footfalls sounding loudly in the uninhabited house.

"I would certainly say so," Anton chuckled, escorting them into a lavishly attired, dimly lit den where a wonderfully welcome fire was burning in the stone fireplace.

"Oh, that fire is wonderful!" Susan said gratefully, pulling her stylish, designer jacket tightly around her slender shoulders.

"It does get chilly here in the foothills, even in Summer," Anton agreed. "Now please, let us be seated."

He guided them to high backed leather chairs in front of a mahogany desk. John and Susan sitting next to each other, with Brad next to his mother, and Amber next to her father. He turned a Tiffany lamp on the desk and pulled an ancient looking scroll from the desk as he sat down heavily across from the Stevens.

John started to tense in his chair as Anton slowly unrolled the animal skin scroll.

"I just want to say one thing," John stated firmly, glaring at Anton. "I am purchasing this property because the price is nearly a steal, and this property is one helluva investment! We're not even sure if we're going to be living here yet!"

The air did not move. Through the glass of the gothic windows, lightning glanced closer to the house. Nearby thunder made the walls quiver.

"Did you prepare your family for this final signing?" Anton asked softly, kindly.

"As well as I could under these sordid circumstances," John stated harshly. "Let's get this over with, sir."

"Very well," Anton said softly, putting on a pair of reading glasses. "But I will hastily add my most sincere apologies for having to read to people of such obvious class and breeding this abominable, badly written piece of doggerel! Alexander Marsven was clearly insane, but he had the money and power to force the multi-generation legal firm I am proud to be a partner in-"

"Alexander Marsven was a european pervert who got thrown out of England!" John said abruptly, cutting off Anton's diatribe. "He practiced black magic and incest and thought that he and his followers' ghosts could live forever inside the structure of this house he built here in his final years, in order to feed on incestuous families like goddamn vampires!"

Anton smiled admiringly at John. "Well said, sir! Well spoken! I can see why you are so eminently successful in business!"

The Stevens' shifted in their seats as Anton help up the scroll and read in a clear, strong voice:

"The Family who signs this binding deed, hereafter shall the Marsven House feed, with incestuous couplings, incestuous seed!"

Amber snickered and rolled her eyes as lightning and thunder rolled closer to the house.

"Must we listen to this?" Susan asked, her face flushing deeply. "This is so obsenely wicked!"

"I am afraid we must, dear lady, in order to complete the transaction," Anton smiled, noticing how intently Brad was looking at his beautiful mother. He continued :

"The Marsven House hereby agrees, to possess the owning Family, empowering them with irresitable, incestuous need!"

Anton noticed Brad looking at his mother's shapely legs out of the corners of his eyes. He cleared his throat and continued:

"Fathers and sons, like gods shall be hung, their daughters' and mothers', womanhoods won! For all families who dwell, herein shall see, incest as normal, as natural can be!"

Thunder made the house quiver as it rolled by. Anton could see how deeply flushed the face of the hunky teenager had become.

"Please sign here," Anton said softly, laying the scroll flat on the desk, handing a quill pen to John.

John took the quill feeling a sudden warm tingling sensation though his arm as the pen seemed to quiver with energy. As his left hand touched the animal hide of the scroll to steady it, he felt a heated flush through his entire body. As he signed his name a wash of sudden lust burned within his skull and he felt himself getting an uncontrollable erection. He turned and looked intensely at Amber as if really seeing her as a young, extremely desirable woman for the first time. He passed the pen to his wife without looking at her.

Everyone was silent as they sensed this impended a momentous change in all their lives.

Susan took the pen, sensing a kind of warm, internal energy within it. She intuited something terribly corrupting was going to happen, but she did not want to appear superstitious. As her slender fingers touched the animal hide of the scroll she felt an uncontrollable wash of lubrication flow within her vaginal walls and her nipples stiffened very hard. Slowly, in elegant script she signed her name, realizing her relationship with her son was about to change forever. As she handed the pen to Brad, she deliberately licked her full lips, impulsively wanting to sexually tease him.