A first kiss

"Sandra... Your teeth..." Melanie says in disbelief. Sandra doesn't care.

"I feel...incredible" Sandra says, rising to her feet and pacing around the cluttered attic.

"You shouldn't have drank that..." Melanie frets.

Sandra let's out a yelp when her hand crosses a beam of sunlight coming through the window. The skin on her hand smokes and crackles, but begins to heal almost immediately after removing it from the light.

"Hmmm" she says, turning her hand and examining it.

"You should go to the hospital, there's something wrong with you" Melanie says slowly.

"There's absolutely nothing wrong with me, sis" Sandra says bluntly. Sandra walks to her sister. She had always known that she and her sister were lucky in the looks department. Looking at Melanie, Sandra is surprised that for the first time she is feeling desire. Sandra's never felt any sort of attraction to women before, much less her own sister. Melanie smells so good Sandra thinks, finding herself looking intently at Sandra's graceful throat.

She smiles at Melanie, who continues to look worried. Sandra takes Melanie's hands in her own.

"Really. I feel great" Sandra assures her sister. She does feel great. Strong. Sexy.

"But.... Sandra...your teeth!" Melanie exclaims. Sandra feels around in her mouth with her tongue, for the first time really noticing her large fangs. For reasons she can't explain, they don't bother her. Melanie smells sooo good Sandra thinks.

"Sandra... Why are you looking at me like that?" Melanie asks, trying to pull her hands from her sister's. Sandra holds her in place, and leans in to kiss her. Melanie goes stiff as a board as Sandra mashes her lips against her. Sandra releases Melanie's hands, her hands falling to cup Melanie's round ass. Melanie tries to push her sister away but can't. Sandra probes Melanie's lips with her tongue, tasting her sister. She feels Melanie soften in her arms: not reciprocating, but not fighting as hard.

Sandra's fang scrapes Melanie's lower lip, drawing blood. Melanie yelps, twisting to try to get away. Sandra licks it. It is the most delicious thing that she has ever tasted. The flavor is rich and complex. Irresistible.

Sandra sucks on Melanie's lower lip as Melanie squirms in her grip.

"Sandra...stop..." Melanie struggles to say, and Sandra releases her. A line of blood drips from Melanie's lip over her chin. Sandra feels an overwhelming urge to bite into her sister's throat, to drink all of her, but closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. The intense craving dulls but doesn't disappear.

Melanie looks at her sister, her earlier worried expression turning to one of fear.

"What...are you?" Melanie asks in disbelief.

Sandra accepts the undeniable truth.

I'm a vampire.