He makes it a purely family affair, but not for long..

Everything since my first being turned into a vampire had been leading up to this. As soon as I understood that normal rules concerning human relationships no longer apply once you're dead and that it was possible for a person to totally own the soul of another, Susan had been my goal. She was accessible, there for the taking and I resolved to take her. Brenda was merely my means to this end, but sexy, recently turned eighteen year old Susan was absolutely that end. Once dead, she'd never age. She'd be young and beautiful and totally mine forever. What father wouldn't want that?

And so I swiftly made my plans to bring about this most desirable outcome. One thing was obvious; the whole family was going to be involved and through Brenda, this would be easily achieved. She was my possession. My ****, my ever willing servant, just as our sons were hers. Therefore, it should be possible for me to controlled the whole family through my wife. It was the work of a few minutes to put this theory to the test. I openly told Brenda of my intention of killing Susan and making her my undead sex ****. She accepted it without a qualm and volunteered the services of our boys (who she had total control over) to help. We'd all kill her, but it would be my blood she'd ingest so she could only ever truly belong to me. I might share her body with her mother and brothers to play with from time to time but she would forever remain exclusively mine.

By breakfast time, the whole family was awake and clued up as to what was to happen. In preparation, we remained totally naked as **** can be a very messy business and going out in daylight to buy new clothes was not without risk for a vampire. By 10am, we were all sat around the breakfast table with one notable exception. Susan, our lazy teenage daughter never got up before she absolutely had to. I guess to an outsider, we'd have looked like any other totally naked family around this time of day, apart from us having all the curtains drawn to keep both sunlight and prying eyes out.

The peculiar thing about this particular breakfast table however was that it was totally devoid of any sign of breakfast. Our breakfast was still in bed, no doubt dreaming teenage dreams about being Taylor Swift and the envy of just about every other young girl on the planet. I imagined her dreaming of stepping out of a Limousine into a sea of adoring, screaming fans who's arms were reaching for her in an act of sheer idol worship. Meanwhile, downstairs, it was decided that our arms too would be reaching for her as soon as she walked through the kitchen door. Working together, we'd forceably strip her naked. Oh yes, ****. Susan's **** would inevitably be violent. Being ****, how could it be otherwise? She'd be struggling, kicking and screaming as we got her laid out on the table. The boys on each side of the table would claim a failing arm each and bite into her lilly-white wrists. Mum at the head of the table would feed from her throat and me? I'd simply crawl on top of my eighteen year old darling little girl (to me, she always looked younger) and thoroughly enjoy methodically **** her as she died. But it wouldn't actually be me who was killing her, would it! No; in fact, I'd be the one saving her by feeding her my own blood so as to turn her into a full member of my vampire family. I couldn't help but feel rather proud about that!

The only regret I'd have about this whole affair would come from discovering that we vampires can't breed. If we want children, we must take living children and turn them. I would dearly have loved to repeatedly impregnate Susan so she could have provided us with a herd of living infants we could snack on when no other victims were available, but this wasn't to be. However, I had great hopes that our eternally eighteen year old Susan would become a proficient procurer of young blood for us in the near future. Very young! Very small! Very tasty!

As soon as we heard Susan coming down stairs, we turned the hi-fi way up loud with a heavy- metal down load playing. The assumption was that Susan's screams of terror would blend in perfectly with the overall strident musical sounds and so not attract undue attention from any passerby hearing them.

Well, what can I say? It all went as exactly as planned. Susan screamed her head off as she was overpowered. It was all totally gothic. As Susan's screams eventually subsided into girly pleadings, moans and whimpers, so the down load also faded out until all that could be heard was the slurping and gulping sound of my nearest and dearest gorging themselves, along with the rhythmic creaking a kitchen table makes whenever a lust driven father is fucking his daughter on it. As loss of blood took its toll, Susan started shaking violently. This was the moment to claim her for myself. I bit open my own wrist and let my blood flow into Susan's gaping, gasping mouth. She gagged, she blew a few bloody bubbles but then, she swallowed and I knew that she was safely and completely mine. The feel of her flesh relaxing into **** around my super-sensitised cock was sufficient to bring me to the most exquisite orgasm I'd ever known. I quiver with pleasure at the memory of it to this day.

Our covern was now complete, but beyond this, I hadn't thought things through at all. Our unlives simply didn't fit in with the normal workings of society. Work and school were out. A whole new sphere of existence had to be quickly found that didn't rely on us having a regular income. But how was this to be done? Who would know?

That night, my family and I were standing in the exact spot where I'd first encountered the erotic, dark vixen that had taken my life. Hopefully, she would have the answers and to my exquisite joy, she was there, smiling benevolently at me.

"Welcome" she said in a breathy seductive voice, "you've done well. Look at what you've brought me: a nicely plump middle aged woman to look after me, two fine hunks of manhood to amuse me in bed along with as divine a little teenage cunt as I could wish for to give to my great, great grandfather as a birthday present. He's really going to love her......once I and my horde have finished with her." So saying, she embraced Susan to herself, her long fingernails (looking suspiciously like talons) digging deeply into soft, round, juvenile buttocks. What could I say as a huge wave of grief and loss suddenly came crashing down over me?

"Yes, mistress."