Blue Screen

Who am I?

Zack stood at the foot to the stairs, gazing up at the picture of Ryker Ravers again. Robert and Heather must pass this picture a dozen times a day and never thought about it as much as Zack did in that single moment. A man who once only represented the making of this town was now a symbol of his own origins. This was his past. And maybe, also, his future.

Who am I?

His eyes, blue as the man in the painting, looked at the emblem stitched upon his coat, a Lapis Lazuli lion, in a distinct shade that had come to be known by it’s namesake, the man who had first worn it, who stared back down at his descendant from the portrait above the landing. And every Ravers since had strived to match up to that first Blue Lion. He’d learned that some had the ambition, but no talent, such as Malcolm Ravers. Others had all the skill, but no taste for fame, like Daniel. Some encapsulated every aspect absolute, a perfect storm of talent, ambition and charisma. His birth father flashed in his mind, and he thought of Robert’s daughter, a true perfect storm if there ever was one. Yet not one was a Blue Lion like Ryker had been.

I am Zack Bishop

Here are the facts. His mother was a liar, and an adulterer. His father was a fake, and a liar too. His birth father hadn’t lied, left oblivious and in the dark. But his sexual exploits were the worst kept secret around town. His dear, beloved sister was actually his half-sister, a fact that changed very little except to annoy Zack. A good friend, who only became better with every passing day, was actually his half-sister too. Having such a hot, teasing mink as his half-sister troubled him too, though for entirely different reasons.

So, who am I?

The facts made very little difference to him, he realized. They didn’t clear up a single thing, except that sex and lies were in his blood. He looked at Ryker, at a man he knew nothing about, and wondered whether he was a liar, or had insatiable desires that no woman could quench. He had no idea what it meant to be a Blue Lion.

I am a Bishop.

By name only, he corrected his thoughts. His father had told him the story many time of how his family, doctors in the late 1800s traveled in an expedition led by Titus Smith, traversing the mountain range to settle in the beautiful, fertile land of Azure Rocks right next to the natural source of water. Doctors, all of them, everyone, son after father, on and on, until Zack. The profession had never called to him. It was impossible for a career to be written in one’s blood, and yet, the evidence was clear to Zack.

I am a Ravers.

By blood only, he reminded himself. Founder’s Day had drilled the story into his head, how Ryker Ravers, a gunman hired to protect their wagons, accompanied Titus Smith to the land now known as Azure Rocks. On the way there was some trouble with bandits, and Titus’ oldest born son was roped up and almost dragged away if it hadn’t been for a timely intervention by Ryker. In return for saving the life of his son, Smith offered Ryker first pick of the land. On that land, now stood Ravers’ Cabin.

Again, who am I?

For all he knew of the history, which admittedly wasn’t much, he knew very little of the man. He was a great man, but all the founders were considered ‘great men’. Greatness was a difficult thing to aspire to, and more difficult still to accomplish. But in his veins pumped the potential. The potential to be a great lion, like the man in the portrait. He didn’t have the savvy of Heather, or Robert’s experience, so where did that leave him? All he had was ambition…and a big cock.

I am a man.

He couldn’t think like a Ravers, but he sure could fuck like one. There was no point fighting it. It was in his blood. Just like being a doctor was the legacy of the Bishop clan, the Ravers name would forever be known for two things. Building, and fucking. Since Heather had the better business mind, and was the heir apparent to the corporate throne, that left Zack with only one legacy to claim. This was his part of the legend to live up to.

I am a liar.

He was fully committed, resigned to his fate, his destiny was to fuck every woman in his path, to the detriment and **** of his other relationships, just like Robert. Just like his mom. It’s all he was good for. It would hurt Lisa. He was going to cheat on her, again. He’d lie, for a time, and maybe even get away with it, for a time, just like the affair between Robert and his mom. But eventually, he’d be found out. She’d be angry, and sad, and she’d probably throw something at him, and it still wouldn’t be as much as he’d deserve.

I am...a lion.

And lions do not concern themselves with the opinions of sheep. He thought of his mother and sister, and imagined what they’d think of being called sheep. But Robert had a daughter and still fucked a different woman every weekend. He was never satisfied. Never content. And in the dark cloud that hung over Zack’s head, he too felt unhappy.

I am a lion.

His whole life was a lie and a sham. He was looking for any answer to shine some light into the heavy fog that had encroached upon his mind. Even the slightest movement of lifting his head felt it took all his strength. His muscles were a tonne weight. All he needed was a reason to move.

I am a lion.

If he wasn’t a Bishop, then he had to be a Ravers.

A Lion.

And Ravers were hunters. They prowled, they pounced, and they didn’t care what anyone else thought.

A Lion.

Zack Bishop was dead. Maybe he had never really lived. An illusion, made of smoke and mirrors, but ultimately shallow and superficial, built on secrets and lies. The foundation was rotting and when the house came down, so too did the boy. Yes, Zack Bishop was dead.

“I AM A MOTHERFUCKING LION!” Zack roared, and ran up the stairs.

From the wide, queen bed, Chastity watched as Heather held the royal blue dress up to her pale body. The boldness of the color contrasted with her skin, matched her eyes and offset her dark, almost black curls that bobbed and swished as the heiress turned her figure one way then the other. Her hand slid down her side, smoothing the dress out against her round hip, imagining the side profile and allowing Chastity to imagine it too. Though from the bubbly blonde’s position she could see everything. The mirror reflected Heather’s every move for Chastity’s secret delight, while displaying her uncovered, unblemished back.

Chastity liked a nice, hard, dingaling as much as the next girl, but Heather’s smooth, slender back still made her breath catch. It had been a little shocking for the blonde when Robert’s daughter casually tossed aside her bra almost as soon as they were through the door to her bedroom. The female body didn’t bother Chastity, but she didn’t expect Heather to be so uncaring that she’d stand in front of her wardrobe completely topless, pondering what she should wear and what to bring with her to the cabin. And now she was wiggling and pivoting, almost intentionally showing off her tight panty clad ass, as she continued to consider the dress in her hands.

“Mmm, what do you think of this one?” Heather lifted her head, her eyes looking through the mirror at the woman behind her.

Her eyes snapped up to the mirror, catching the eye of her reflection and pretending that she hadn’t just been admiring the ample side-boob on display when Heather tugged the dress down to her hip.

“Um, sure, it’s very nice.”

Heather hummed as her gaze fell back to the dress, tilting her head as she mulled Chastity’s review in her mind.

“It is nice…a little too nice, I think. It isn’t suited to being worn around the cabin, and most of the party will probably be outside tomorrow, so it’s rather impractical. What it needs is a nice cocktail dress. The keyhole window in the front of the dress is provocative though. It’s really good for showing off my tits.”

A teasing smirk punctuated Heather’s words, and Chastity blushed in response, realizing the nubile Ravers girl had caught her staring at her body. The red in her cheeks only deepening at the obscene manner in which the younger woman talked about her own body.

“W-well, with a bosom like yours, w-why not show off, I guess.”

“Oh, come on,” Heather wheeled around as she dropped the dress to her side, her heavy breasts swaying conspicuously. “Your milk jugs are bigger than mine are. You’re telling me that you’ve never thrust them into a man’s face to get his attention?”

Chastity appreciated the family-friendly terminology, but she didn’t accept the sentiment. “I just never know when a man is flirting with me,” she explained with a shake of her head, an action, as soft as it was, that made her extra-large tits jiggle vigorously.

“You’re a very beautiful woman,” Heather told her, as she took a step towards the bed and threw the dress onto the mattress, giving up all pretense of covering her teen body. “Trust me, any time a guy talks to you, he’s flirting. He’s thinking about what it’d be like to lay you down, spread your legs and…”

A holler from downstairs distracted Heather from finishing that sentence, much to Chastity’s relief. With a pout, Heather put her hands on her hips, and looked to the door, pushing out her chest again, though this time unintentionally. Chastity averted her eyes and changed the subject.

“I wonder who that was.”

“Sounds like a guy, but I couldn’t make out what they were shouting about.”

“Should we go check?” She glanced at Heather’s nude form and saw an opportunity to escape the woman’s seductive figure, tempting just by standing. “Or I could go…”

“I don’t think that’ll be necessary. My dad already left, hopefully, and Zack is probably headed to the cabin, or to see Lisa. That leaves my uncle…and my mom.”

“You think your uncle is shouting at your mum?”

“No, I think my mum is making my uncle shout.”

When Chastity replied with a confused head tilt, Heather spelled it out.

“F-U-C-K. They’re fucking.”

Her whole body stiffening, Chastity gasped, bringing a hand up to her mouth because her mouth had taught her not to let her mouth hang open in public. “H-heather, you shouldn’t talk about your mommy like that.”

Heather flicked her hair back, jostling her boobs again. “I’ve said a lot worse. Besides, maybe if she gets laid a bit, she’ll lighten up.”

And maybe if she was hooking up with Uncle Daniel, Heather hoped she’d forget all about her daughter’s incestuous relationship with her own father.

“You’re okay with it?”

“I feel worse for Daniel, having to put up with her,” Heather cracked wise, and added a shrug.

The door swung open with a thud that made both girls jump, and momentarily, Heather raised her hands to shield her bare tits. As soon as she saw Zack standing in the doorway though, she dropped her arms, trusting him and feeling completely safe around him, even if he didn’t look quite right. Despite acting more energetic than she’d seen him in hours, his face was expressionless, and a dead look remained in his eye. With that zombified gaze, he stared back at her, detached from life except for a singular hunger, one simple need.

Chastity was shocked that Heather didn’t try to cover herself up further, and even dropped her hands to let Zack see every part of his busty new stepsister. So shocked, she couldn’t even speak. It was up to Heather then to do the talking.

“Zack, what’s going on?” she asked with her trademark bluntness. “Did you need something?”

“I’ve come…” he spoke slowly, as if some apparition were speaking through him. “…to put a baby in you.