BLOODLINES

BY PRINCE VIOLENT

Wealth has its privileges. As the heir to an estate that most
would instantly recognized I am used to getting my way. What I
desire most is very simple. I want to live forever. Some, no
doubt, would settle for cryogenics. I hate to be cold. Others
might seek out a scientist knowledgeable in cloning. But there
are other more… enjoyable ways.

Consider this:

When a man and a woman produce a child that child's DNA is a
composite of the parents, perhaps half from each. Most children
will lean towards one or the other parent but on average it's a
50-50 split. The child will draw traits from both.

Now contrary to popular belief when a child is born as the result
of incest it doesn't typically come out as monstrous freak. It's
just that if there is a genetically inherited condition in the
family, such as diabetes, the chances of the child having that
condition is doubled because it has it on both sides rather than
just one. The truth is that families of royal blood have been
inbreeding for hundreds of years.

Here's another secret. People who grow up in affluent and
influential families will often say or do anything they can to
retain or, better yet, grow the power they have enjoyed. As a
personal friend of the Bush family I can tell you, from the
inside, that is one seriously fucked up bunch of people.

But who am I to judge? OK, I don't whack of all over the football
like George has been known to do. Football is the code word for
the brief case he carries with all the nuclear launch codes. And
I don't fuck my mother like Jeb does. But my sister? Well that's
a different story.

For as long as I can remember I have been attracted to her. I am
seven years older. Our nanny seemed to appreciate my help since
it gave her the opportunity to slip off for a nip of brandy or
pilfered single malt.

It started so innocently. I remember watching her in her crib
while she slept. I heard that little girls are different down
there and I just wanted to peak. But when I slid the blanket off
of her and looked at her tiny features, smelling of baby lotion,
well she was just so soft I had to touch her skin. Just to see
what it was like is all. She was soft and cool. She made my head
spin in a way I had never known before.

I suppose you think I just grabbed her and raped the shit out of
her right there in her crib. You twisted fuck. No, I just touched
her very gently enjoying the tenderness of my little sister. But
I kept touching her. All over. Every chance I got.

Tiff grew older knowing the feel of my gentle hands on her. It
seemed to soothe her. Our parents were too busy with business and
socializing to pay much attention to their children. Our nanny
preferred the company of her snifter. I was the one who took
pride in her first steps as she toddled into my arms. I was the
one who heard her speak her first word, "Bub bub." I knew she
meant "brother" though no one else cared. She was mine.

I really don't think it would have gone much further if not for
the thunderstorm. I was a boy and did boy things. She was just my
sweet little sister Tiff. True, the touching had turned into
petting and kissing long ago. But I still like to think it was
innocent.

Remember that little yellow bird that used to sit on Snoopy's dog
house with a typewriter writing, "It was a dark and stormy
night…" over and over? Well it was.

Tiff was four then and typical of girls at that age she was
horrified by thunderstorms. She was also the middle child, mother
and father having just brought home little Allison so they could
ignore her too.

It was a dark and stormy night. Lighting was going off like some
kind of giant Tesla coil and thunder shook the main house. I was
trying to sleep when a particularly bright flash revealed Tiff
standing in my doorway.

"Alli is scared", she announced.

Padding across the floor in her pink footie pajamas she grabbed
hold of my sleeve and started tugging. "Alli is scared", she
repeated. Tiff didn't look too confident herself. Wiping the
sleep from my eyes I let her drag me down the hall to the room
the girls shared. True enough when we got there Allison was
crying and trembling.

"Touch her", Tiff implored me. "Make her stop crying!"

"I really shouldn't Tiff. Mom and Dad wouldn't like it", I
replied.

"But she's crying. She won't let me sleep."

I still blame Tiff. It wasn't enough that I stroked the baby. No,
Tiff insisted that I touch Alli like I always did with her. At
four Tiff understood about secrets. I made real sure of that.
Sure enough Alli was soon calmed and sleeping.

"OK, Tiff, she's sleeping now. I'm going back to my room"

"No", she whined, "I want you to stay here with me. I don't like
those big booms." The silly child was too young to know it's the
lightning and not the thunder one needs to worry about. I told
her it was "just God bowling" but that didn't seem to take
comfort in it. She just kept begging me to lay next to her on her
little white big girl bed with the pink Disney Princess
comforter.

"OK, sis, but just for a few minutes. Then I have to go back to
bed too."

Tiff took up most of the bed but I lay down next to her my legs
hanging off the side and my feet touching the floor. I put my
arms around my little sister and held her close to me. I stroked
her tenderly through the thick winter cloth of her footie
jammies. Like just on her arm and her tummy and stuff. But it
wasn't enough. I longed for the feel of her bare flesh.

"Be vewy, vewy quite," I told her in my best Elmer Fudd voice.
"I'm hunting wabbits!"

Tiff smiled up at me with her innocent green eyes blazing. Her
silky blonde hair hung in ringlets on her shoulders and cascaded
down her back and gathered below her hips. At four she looked as
good, to me, as any young actress or singer I had seen - the
perfect picture of innocence.

Things are different for boys of eleven. I was coming into an
early puberty and I had begun to feel the initial pangs of
preteen lust. These past four years I had told myself that I was
only touching and kissing Tiff to give her the comfort and
affection our parents always withheld. But I was older now and my
desires had matured.

I thought about a girl from school. Rumor was that she was
wearing a training bra. Some said she had even kissed a boy once.
She was definitely the prettiest girl in school but when I looked
at her I could only think she paled when compared to my little
sister. Still, I had dreamed of kissing her and not the innocent
pecks I had given to Tiff.

Other thoughts had crept into my fifth grade head as I watched
from across the classroom. This was long before the Internet. The
Republicans had yet to create the Clinton sex scandal where they
would try to unseat a duly election President simply because he
was from the opposition party even if their shameful tactics
meant corrupting every child in America in the process. That too
they would try to blame on Bill like the kid who kills his
parents then begs for mercy because he's an orphan.

But though these were more innocent times most boys of eleven
still understood the basics of intercourse. And God help me I was
having those desire towards sweet little Tiff. So this time when
I kissed her I pulled her chin down to open her mouth and kissed
her deeper than I ever had before. Nature took its course. She
offered no resistance when I slid my tongue into her
four-year-old mouth for the first time. It searched out her
tongue and we swirled them together like real lovers.

I wondered if she could sense a change in my motives but she was
still too young and innocent to understand and I was guiding her
patiently. Tiff has these impossibly full and juicy red lips that
always seem to be pouting to get her way. Her eyes have a
pleading look to them as though they were begging for love. Hers
is a beauty that can only be found in an exceptionally beautiful
child that has been neglected or even slightly abused by parents
too self-important to understand what a precious gift they have
been given. But I understood. I thought my heart would rip itself
from my chest just by looking at her. Mine was not a brotherly
kind of love. And now it was greedy.

Tiff lay beneath me like a long awaited gift under a Christmas
tree waiting to be opened. I longed to consume her in the fires
of lust that she mistook for simple affection. She drank it all
in with a hunger and thirst of her own that only grew more
desperate the more I fed on her.

My kisses found every inch of her face. I feasted on her lips,
her eyes, her ears, even her nose and cheeks before moving to her
throat. I thought of a vampire movie I had seen and wondered if I
could really drink in her blood. I knew better than to mark her
though I desperately wished to do so.

My hands sought out the lines and curves of her young flesh and
don't think for a moment that they weren't there. They were just
more subtle and delicate and hidden by the heavy fabric of her
footie jammies. The jammies had to come off. I rolled Tiff onto
her belly and tugged at the snaps that ran down her back. They
came undone in a series of pops.

"Remember, Tiffy, you can't tell ANYONE about this", I cautioned
her. "You don't want Mom and Dad to think you're a bad little
girl. It has to be OUR secret!"

"I won't tell", Tiffy assured me. She spoke in a trembling
breathy tone that told me she wanted to continue. She was nearly
bursting with excitement.

I eased the heavy fabric over her soft shoulders and pulled it
down her back and over her round little baby butt. Her legs got
tangled in the cloth but soon she lay completely naked before me.
She was mine to do with as I pleased. I quickly undid the buttons
on my PJ top and kicked off the bottoms. After sliding down my
white briefs I was as naked as Tiff. My preteen cock sprang out
in its hardness eager for action.

Even those who would say I was doing wrong, or even raping my
sister, would never deny that young girls can feel sexual
pleasure. The nerve endings are present and the responses work
just the same as in adults. By touching them, kissing them,
fondling them, licking them, and otherwise stimulating them one
can arouse the same desires an adult would feel. The problem,
they say, is that children are not mature enough to understand
those feelings and decide what they wish to do with them.

The point is that, though only four years old, Tiff was
definitely getting turned on. I like to think that if she had
protested I would have stopped. The truth is I really don't know
if I would have. It turned out not to be an issue. Tiff's
breathing was fast and deep and she let out little moans and
gasps of pleasure.

Tiff's body is covered in the finest little blonde hairs. It's a
Scandinavian trait that I have always found incredibly erotic. I
noticed that they were standing on end as though from static
electricity. Oh, Tiff. You must surely be the most perfectly
beautiful child on Earth!

I trailed kisses down her chest until at long last I reached her
tiny nipples. Moving from one to the other, pulling them with my
lips and finally my teeth, caused my baby sister to coo like a
little dove. I pinched them sharply with my fingers as I
continued raining kisses onto her down covered lightly muscled
tummy. Instinct covered for a lack of experience to drive me on.
Tiff couldn't possibly have known what was coming next. At eleven
I didn't really know myself. Yet something was pulling my lips
across her bony little hips and down her silky thighs to the
hidden paradise that lay within. The few pictures that had
circulated at school gave only a hint of my goal. Tiff's baby
cunt smelled clean with just a hint of musk and something at the
animal level made me want to taste it. I reached out my tongue
tentatively flicking it across a tiny clit I didn't even know was
there. Tiff let out a shudder that told me that I was on the
right track. Her tiny four-year-old hands gripped the back of my
head and pulled my face deeper inside her.

In the near darkness something about my baby sister's pussy
reminded me of a mouth. I had practiced kissing on her enough to
provide a clue of how to proceed. I sucked on the tiny lips as
Tiff guided me in my movements. Yes, even a girl of four knows
when something feels good. I had heard older kids at school joke
about licking it so I tried that too and Tiff responded joyfully.
She humped against my face, giggling, cooing, and squeeling. I
took her little hand in mine and we entwined our fingers
together. Her other hand stroked the back of my head before
pushing it deeper yet inside her.

Tiff bucked her little hips harder and harder riding my tongue
and lips like she did her little pony when Dad led her around the
barnyard. I wished my cock was as large as the one Tiff's pony
had. That would have caused some talk on the playground I
laughed.

I licked and sucked at Tiff's baby cunt for all I was worth
before pushing a finger inside her. Tiff's juices had begun to
flow and I had no trouble fitting one finger and then two inside
her. She was too tight for a third finger and something was
blocking my hand from going any deeper inside her. I wondered how
I would ever get my cock in there even if I wasn't hung like a
Shetland. I was certainly determined to try.

Tiff seemed about as ready as she could be so I moved up her
body. When I reached the point where my cock was pressed against
her slit I noticed that her only came up my chest level. I wasn't
sure how to get my cock inside her so I took it and pressed it
against her pussy trying to find the opening. Rubbing the head
all over her clit and lips felt damned good and Tiff was clearly
enjoying it too. At long last my eleven-year-old cock found the
opening to little Tiff's fuck hole. I pressed inside carefully
but only got it in a little way. She was just too tight! I pushed
a little deeper but her pubic bone barred the way. I don't think
it even went as deep as her maidenhead. I enjoyed a few strokes
in and out but figured there had to be a better way.

"C'mon, Tiffy", I coaxed her rolling her over onto her tummy then
towards the top of the bed so that I could fit her pillows under
her little girl hips. She complied with my demands without so
much as a whimper. When I got her in place I moved behind her and
spread her legs apart. Again I rubbed my cock against the most
sacred parts of the sweet little girl.

"I love you, Tiff", I declared before entering her again. It just
seemed like the thing to say.

This time the going was easier and I was able to get half way in
before her virginity blocked my way. I put my hand over her mouth
in case she screamed then with all my weight I forced my way
inside. Tiff cried out when her childhood was stolen. I tried but
I couldn't quite keep her quiet. I calmed her as best I could
remaining motionless for the moment. I was deathly afraid that
her cries of pain would cause the bedroom door to open bringing
what would surely be my doom. But doom never came and soon Tiff
was quiet enough that I could continue with my rape. Again I
declared my love for her and again I pumped inside her.

"You're mine now Tiff. Do you understand that?"

"Mmm-hmmm," Tiff responded between thrusts. Whether she really
did or not I couldn't know for sure.

"Do you like this Tiffy?"

"Uh huh", Tiff replied as she surrendered her innocence.

"Well that's really good Tiff because we're gonna be doing this a
lot from now on!"

"OK", Tiff agreed.

And with that I increased my thrusts into her baby cunt. I drove
deeper and harder inside her with each stroke until I was holding
nothing back. I was amazed that she could take so much without
complaint. I was so proud of my little sister. I wanted to show
her how much she was pleasing me but the most I could do to show
her just then was to take her little foot and make love to it
while I used her like a little whore.

I was pelting Tiff's feet with kisses and had actually begun to
suck on her tiny toes when my cock slid out of her. Seeing her
there beneath me with the entirety of her crotch exposed I wanted
even more of her. Something about seeing the little girl's ass
hole attracted me like a magnet. I'd never even heard of anal sex
Band yet it seemed like an obvious choice. I didn't even have to
guide my cock it just found its way there. I did have to grab the
baby oil off the bedside table to get it all the way in. It was
actually easier than breaking the little whore's hymen. I gave
her a few strokes before moving back to her baby cunt. Then
alternating strokes I went from one fuck hole to the other as the
moment struck me. The idea of infection had not occurred to me.

"This is what little girls are for", I told her. Yet no matter
how much I took from my baby sister it only made me want more. I
had reached a state of depraved frenzy that I can only describe
as feral. I had become a rutting raping beast. The idea of
showing mercy to this filthy little fuck hole lying before me was
the furthest thing from my mind. I forgot she was my sister. I
forgot she was even human. All I wanted was to use her and fuck
her and hurt her and degrade her until we both exploded. And I
don't mean cumming. I didn't even know that existed just yet. I
mean literally exploding because I felt like that's what I was
going to do any second!

I grabbed my little whore by her hair and turned her around to
face me. I kissed her mouth hard and desperately before pushing
her face down towards my aching young penis. I wanted what I had
given to her earlier or the best version that her four-year-old
face was capable of providing.

As sweet little Tiff smiled up at me I rubbed my throbbing member
all over her face not even caring that it was still streaked with
the remnants of my rape of her bowels.

"Open your mouth Tiff" I instructed the child and when she did I
took the final gift she had to offer.

Tiff parted her soft full lips and took the shit stained head of
my dick into her little mouth. She sucked on it like a lollypop
just like I told her too. I gave in to the urge to shove it
deeper and deeper into her mouth until she gagged on it. When she
did she nipped it slightly with her teeth. I slapped her hard
without a moment's thought. She looked up at me with tears
welling in her pleading eyes.

"Do it right Tiff. If you bite it again I'm gonna pound you!"

Tiff nodded her understanding and opened her mouth as far as it
would go. She motioned me to put my cock back inside. Now this is
where I really have to give her credit because she took me all
the way down to the root without a moment's hesitation. And even
though I raped her four-year-old mouth with the same enthusiasm I
had raped her ass and cunt she took everything I had to give her,
gagging and choking, but never once biting. She looked up at me
with begging eyes as though she was thinking that if she could
only suck me good enough she'd get all the love she ever dreamed
of.

And that's when it happened.

I shut my eyes for only a moment then the sky swallowed me into
heaven. The sun went supernova. The entire world ceased to exist.
Maybe I even died or something. Hell, I didn't know what was
going on. All I knew was that I had never felt anything like it
before. When I opened my eyes again Tiff was still sucking on my
diminishing fuck stick with a big grin on her face. Some kind of
white fluid dripped from the corner of her mouth. I gathered it
on my fingers and fed it to her. Tiff licked it off my fingers
like tapioca pudding. At a mere 51 months of age she was already
a natural whore. She looked so proud of herself too.

As I regained my senses and the room stopped spinning I took in
my surroundings. The bed was a complete mess. I could straighten
that but I noticed something that terrified me. Tiff's virgin
cunt had bled all over the sheets!

It didn't take a genius to realize that nothing would arouse
suspicion like an eleven- year-old boy putting his sister's
sheets into the washing machine. Especially when we had a maid to
do that for us. And these were the only sheets with white and
pink lace that we had.

I grabbed a washcloth from Tiff's private bathroom and cleaned
the sheets as well as I could. I got most of the blood up but
there was still a dark pink stain that wouldn't come out.

"How are we gonna hide this Tiff" I asked her not really
expecting an answer.

"Pee the bed" she urgently replied.

"What?"

Tiff lay down in the center of the bed and announced pretty as
you please, "Pee the bed! Then they'll have to change the
sheets."

I couldn't deny that made sense. I doubted they would look any
closer than they had to. Mom and Dad would just have the maid
gather up the sheets and put them in the wash. Tiff was a little
old to be peeing the bed but I was sure they'd buy it.

I stood over Tiff and a sense of deep satisfaction came over me.
Tiff looked up at me like she was experiencing something totally
blissful. In all the years since I have never seen a woman smile
like they smile when their man is pissing on them. I've even seen
photos of women having several men piss on them at the same time
and they look like they are in nirvana!

I must admit it was hard to get a stream going. My young cock had
grown hard again. But soon a bit of urine came out and landed on
Tiffs tummy, then a bit more on her baby tits. Soon I was able to
get a good stream. I couldn't resist peeing all over my little
fuck toy. I even wrote my name on her with it.

"Open your mouth Tiff" I instructed her. Again she complied
without a moment's hesitation and I emptied the contents of my
bladder down her throat. And all the while Tiff smiled the
beautiful blissful smile of a woman or a young girl who takes
pride in her ability to give herself so deeply and completely.

Before I left her room I helped Tiff back into her little pink
footie jammies and helped her smooth the sheets and blankets over
her well used body. Tiff lay joyfully in my urine for the rest of
the night dreaming of the many ways her big brother would find to
use her.