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I could only nod my head, Janes musical laughter filling the air. “My brother has some… strange vices. That’s only the tip of the iceberg. He means it though. We both do...” Her voice drops at that last part. For my part I can only nod. I’ used to pain, love the feel of fangs piercing my flesh. I’d grown so used to being bitten, so used to being used as a blood bag by both my sister and her sire that I’d grown to like the feeling of helplessness. It was the same feeling to me as a child had when their mother’s arms cradled them, protecting them from the dangers and horrors of the outside world. When Jane had fed from mem without being under the warped supervision of her sicko sire she had always held me close before and after. I would rest against her soft flesh and she would stroke through my hair, sometimes singing to me. Other times we would just lay in each other’s arms as if we could be a link for each other to anchor ourselves in those brief moments away from the atrocities her sire had made us both commit. Those times were sacred to me.

Jane whispers to Dawna quietly, “He likes being fed, he likes being fed from, he loves being held, sang to, he’s really just a gentle man trapped in a bad situation.” She doesn’t elaborate, not yet, just reaches out and gives my hand a squeeze across Dawn’s lap. “My sire was… cruel… to both of us.” I look up at the mention of ******** Number Two, my eyes taking on a haunted look before I nods his agreement at his sister’s assessment. I remember those nights clearly. Terror, isolation, pain… being made to do things, see things I didn’t want, knew were wrong, evil. I had done them. I had stolen, killed, disposed of bodies, I was in a gang, had even committed arson with lethal intent and murderous results. The only link to sanity I had was Jane and that was tenuous at best. I knew deep down that even that was corrupted. We had done things, still did things that normal siblings would never do to or for each other. I guess I rationalized it by clinging to the knowledge that Jane was dead. The real Jane was gone and this was a creature of shadows and blood in her form. Her sire had told me so.

I tear my eyes away from Jane’s emerald gaze and find them staring into the crystal blue eyes of Dawna. “Y-yes… please…” My voice is small, weak with a longing for that tenderness, the pain mixed with pleasure, the feeling of having a purpose. I ached to give my own life essence to sustain a creature worth far more than I was. I long to feed her…

I had no words. They were choked off by a sudden nervousness and tightness in my throat. Jane was murmuring encouragement to Dawna, telling her what I liked and that was fine, now she was looking at me and I was transfixed. My arms just move to my side of their own accord, freeing up space for the singer on my lap. I’d like to say that I was a gentleman about the whole thing but the truth is, nope. Not even slightly. I’m pretty sure my excitement was visible in more than the small shudders that ran through my body, anticipation, fear, and a longing a normal person couldn’t even understand. I’m not normal. I’ve never had the chance to be. I’m a freak. I’ve made peace with the term, with the truth. I’d rather had my fangs in a vampire's throat, wrist, hell, their anus if that is what it took that have my openis in a woman. The act of feeding and being fed from is so much more meaningful. It’s a total surrender, it’s like, you're giving of taking life when the blood is exchanged.

Yeah, so you can imagine that when I moved my hands to let her straddle me that it was a bit embarrassing. I saw Jane look over expectantly. She knew what was up. Literally. ****. She just gives a smile though, it’s not mocking. It’s just one of those smiles that says “I knew it!” Jane has never mocked me or belittled me. Not ever. No matter how stupid something I have said or done was she has always either graciously corrected me or let it go. She’s awesome like that.

If it was just me and Jane here then it wouldn’t be a big deal. It’s not though. So here I am with arms wide open and tentpoling at the ceiling in front of my sister and her idol, possibly two vampiresses and I feel like I want to die.

If I was the type that could blush, I would be blushing. For all I know I am.

All I can do is murmur an apology for my reaction to the situation.

When her weight settles into my lap, the tension mounting, I hear myself give out a soft gasp in anticipation. This time, as with every time I can feel the thrumming of blood coursing through my veins which each beat of my heart, pushed along it’s self-contained system by the powerful muscle. My hands settle lightly on each of her upper thighs, palms down as I was taught by my sister’s sire, the same vampire who had turned me into a Lamarckian, a Blood Thief. This way if I tensed with the bite I wouldn’t disturb the feeding vampire and risk knocking them loose.

The first time I had been fed from, ******** Number Two had made it a point to explain what exactly would happen if a vampire's fangs, once embedded were pushed from my body at a bad angle. The ripping of the flesh, the severing of the vein or artery, in this case by the way Dawn’s small hands tilt his head to the side she means to drink from my jugular. I would live for about two minutes. ******** Number Two also made it a point to tell me that I wasn’t worth the effort to heal if this happened. I would bleed out and he and Jane would then drain me completely and dispose of my carcass like so much refuse.

The power of the bite though… the allure… it was worth the risk. As her fangs sank into my flesh, she owned me. I was hers to do with what she wanted. Jane had allowed Dawn to have me and in truth Jane was my Mistress for all intents and purposes just as ******** Number Two had been our Master. I remained mostly still as she fed, keeping my hands on her legs though they clamped down when she bit in to make sure I didn’t end up playing out the scenario Jane’s sire had described.

As Dawna finished feeding from me and offered Jane to chance to feed her too, I lay back, forcing the blood within my veins to knit the wound with the power stolen from a vampire earlier on. I settled back into the couch, eyes closing and relaxing, content in the knowledge that my blood would sustain the vampire atop me. Almost no time passed though before Jane was sliding onto my lap too, facing Dawna. I opened my eyes to get a view of the scene, but all I could see was Jane’s back so I positioned my arms to lay over both sets of legs now straddling my lap.

I can hear Jane whisper softly to Dawna, “You can take whatever you wish”. Like me, she submits entirely to the singer.

As our eyes meet over the bare shoulders of Jane, my sister was leaned slightly forward, her head resting lightly on Dawna’s shoulder, her arms around the other woman’s waist. My own hands were trailing lightly over her legs, fingers gliding over them as if appreciating the finest and smoothest silk. Jane of course spoke where I would have gibbered and jabbered nonsensically. No vampire had ever thanked me for my blood. They took it because that is what the did. I let them because that was why I was here. I’d never thanked a fine cut of meat for allowing me to dine on it before. I don’t know how I would react if it said I was welcome.

Not knowing what to say I give the Dawna a small smile, I’m still shy as ever. She is still in full control of the situation. I’m following Jane’s lead because she is the vampire and she knows what to do. I’m loving the weight of the two in my lap, pressing down against me. When Dawna stretches, catlike, her body shifting atop mine I damned near lose my mind. The eroticism of the situation has me enthralled. I’m staring up at not one goddess, but two. I’m putty. Well, I would be if putty was hard as a rock and damned near panting.

I can hear Jane murmuring her appreciation of Dawna to her, how much she loves her music, would it’s helped her through bad times. I know she will need to feed too later on to replenish what blood she has lost to Dawna’s bite. I know she will take it from me. I never begrudge her my blood. She needs it and is worth so much more than I am. I know I’m lucky just to be the guy under these two beautiful creatures.

I’m not dizzy like when Jane feeds from me. She brings with her fangs a natural euphoria and something like a high. It leaves me dazed, head swimming and numb. She is like a shot of morphine through my entire body when she feels. Dawna though, there is pain where she bit. It’s stimulating in a whole different way. In my mind they sink their fangs into my flesh alternatively, one bringing pain, one bringing pleasure. The thought is more than arousing. I force myself to calm down and relax as Jane trails her fingers tenderly over Dawna’s back, the same way I am doing to the tops of her thighs.

It seems it is not only Jane who idolizes this woman anymore. I’m definitely a member of her fan club now too.

Jane closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of the lyrical goddess while she was close, committing it to memory so she could recall what had easily become the happiest moment of her life. Though she wanted so much more contact, intimacy with her idol, she contents herself with that small amount offered freely as do all zealots since time immemorial. One’s prayers are never answered overnight and this night has far surpassed anything she had envisioned. Dawna had placed her lips on Jane’s flesh and had drank from her, imbibed the essence of her very veins, her lifeblood. She had helped her in a way that mere album sales could not. The whole experience was so deeply personal that she could only shiver as she considered it.

I felt the weight on my lap lighten as Dawna stood, receding and taking her leave. The mention of gifts drew my attention to the spot she had mentioned. Packages. Unexpected. My head is still swimming with the erotic nature of the encounter. It was so much more than I had thought it would be. Feeling her lips, her fangs had been as intoxicating as when Jane fed even though it didn’t trigger that same dizziness felt when under the fangs of my sister.

When they had both been on my lap, I felt like a teenager again, like I was about to explode. Awkward and entranced, helpless. Their bodies above mine brought a helpless feeling over me as if I was under a spell. Then as quickly as it began, it had ended. Dawna was gone and Jane was left alone, the sole weight over my groin with was aching and throbbing by this point. ****. This was one for the books. Jane stood, relieving the weight and tension from me and moved to where Dawna had mentioned. Calmly she picked up the packages and then turned to me as if what just happened was the most normal thing in the world. “Are you ready to go brother dearest or would standing up right now be an… issue?”

*****.

Yeah standing would be an issue. I’d be walking out of the back room of the place looking like I’d eaten a few Viagra and a date had fallen through. I wonder idly if it’s my blood or Jane’s keeping that problem going.

I decide it doesn’t matter and get to my feet. Repositioning… things, I tell her that I’m ready to go.

“Yeah, I bet.” Jane says and walks out. I swear she’s got more wiggle in her walk than usual but I don’t comment.

It’s late, perhaps early by the time we get home and I take the parcels, set them down and motion to the bed. I know that there are a couple hours left before sunrise but I’m hoping we can spend them there. It’s sick, yeah I know but seriously, she’s not my sister. She’s different now. She’s a vampire. It’s not like we are the same blood really.

She sits down on the bed and raises her arms up, a sign for me to take her shirt off. The same sign can mean different things. It can mean either that it’s time to prepare her for her day time torpor, it can mean that she wants me to take her, it can mean that she is ******* with me. She does that. Often.

I make my way over and kneel before her, waiting to see what she has in mind.

Like I said before… the night belongs to Jane.

The sun is risen by hours by the time I awake next to Jane. I get up and move, scooting to the foot of the bed and standing to minimize the motion that could (yeah right) wake her from her slumber. I wander through the apartment, groggy still, rubbing sleep from my eyes and then looking around as if it’s all new to me. Something actually is. I walk to the couch and lift one of the two boxes. I open it and look inside. I’ve been dying to know but other things distracted me last night. I’m not complaining.