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Jogging, swimming and endurance training were all involved in preparation for what was to come. If I performed well my college education would be paid for free and clear. There were few guys my age that could say that. It was unlikely that I could land a scholarship that would pay for everything so I had to do what was necessary. In my book this was very necessary. I had two short months to get ready. Of course I had my sister Willow to help with the most important aspect of the 'endurance' portion.

"Jesus," I cried out as she squeezed me tighter still.

"You have to keep from coming," she said as she rode me slowly. "Now quit being such a baby and take it like Man. MMMMMMM I have to admit the last few days your stamina has gotten better."

"Thanks, I owe it all to you," I said through gritted teeth.

"You have put in a lot of work outside the bedroom Warren," she said as she lifted up her hips nice and slow. "How does that feel?"

"Fucking amazing," I moaned weakly.

"Good," she whimpered. "You're not the only one in training you know. I want to beat out mom and Aunt Janine."

"Don't forget Cousin Caroline," I said.

"Caroline," Willow said dropping down suddenly almost causing me to cum. "When did that snotty ass bitch enter the picture?"

"When she got wind of this, she threw her name into the ring," I said catching my breath. "She is family and so she's eligible too."

"Damn it," Willow cursed. "How many of these bitches are going to show to the 'Fuck Up'?"

"According to the letter I got only three can enter the finals, thank god. There is going to be a preliminary elimination since there are more than three women."

"Just fucking great," Willow whimpered. "How the hell can I compete with I slut like Caroline?"

"Do your best," I offered.

With that she placed her hands on my chest, looked down with an expression of desperation and hunger.

"I need to win this Warren," she said. "I just do."

"Then fucking win it Willow." I told her."

She began to ride me again. She was squeezing my cock as she lifted up then she drove her hips down with a vengeance. Goddamn but she wanted me to cum! I fought her the entire way, I had to. It was a sexual duel and we both wanted to win badly. I loved my sister but I desperately needed that tuition money. Willow was intent on milking that orgasm from me and I knew that she would win eventually. I passively endured her assault as I mentally resisted the urge to climax.

That's not to say I wasn't enjoying myself. Willow was pounding my cock with her pussy now and damn it felt good! She was covered with sweat and it beaded on her forehead and tits. It was dropping down onto my face and chest as she rode me. I was getting soaked myself as she fucked me.

Her squeezing had finally won out and I had passed that point of no return. I was going to cum and there was no stopping it now. She felt my cock swelling up inside of her and her face lit up in triumph. I growled and rolled her onto her back. Since the battle was lost I was going to at least have the last shot in the war. I rolled her onto her shoulders and began hammering her pussy hard from above. Willow's eyes rolled up into her head as her own climax got closer. I straddled her and jack hammered her slit as my orgasm was but moments away now. The bed shook violently as I thrust into her. Her cries almost drowned out the squeaking complaints of the bed springs. That last swell of my cock came and with a great thrust I drove my cock as deep as I could into her and she howled as we came together. My cum shot deep into her pussy and filled her to capacity. I shook and moaned as my climax gripped me and looked down at my starry eyed partner who quivered as she recovered from her own petit mal, the little death. I eased out of her and let go. Willow's ass hit the bed and she glared at me then laughed.

"Love ém and leave ém huh," she giggled.

"Fuck ém and love ém is more like it,' I told her. "Move over so I can lie next to you."

"That's more like it," she purred. "I love you."

"I love you too," I said as she molded her body to mine. "No matter the outcome... I will always love you Willow."

"I know," she said tracing a finger across my sweaty chest.

Just then I got a text. I reached for my phone and looked at it. I read the message twice just to be sure.

"It's grandma, she wants to see me tomorrow for tea," I told Willow.

"That's strange," she said.

"Strange is a meteor hitting Russia," I said. "Grandma asking me for tea is a world shattering event. That old woman is up to something."

"Be careful," Willow advised. "Take a crucifix along just in case."

"I'm not Catholic," I said.

"I know that, but that old vampire may not remember that little detail." We both laughed our asses off at that one. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

Tea with that Old Vampire:

"Grandma," I said greeting a woman of indeterminate years.

"Warren," she said hugging me then holding me at arm's length. "You are looking real good my boy. Have you been working out?"

"Yes and you bloody well know why," I told her.

"Yes I do," she said letting go and moving towards a small round table overlooking her rose garden. "Come and sit with an old woman."

"Grandma, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself," I told her.

"I can be and I will be, now shut up and drink your tea. We have things to discuss you and me. You have little understandings of family tradition and I blame myself and your mother. This thing that is going to occur is older than old. The Harrower family has been honoring this tradition for centuries but it has lost its meaning. Now it has turned into an underground sex club and true it earns this old lady a ton of money in revenue. But my point is this; you and your sister need to be educated before you enter into this."

"You make money on this," I asked.

"Yes," she said shaking her head. "I have my hand in a lot of things young man and this is just one of them. The Harrower name carries clout in certain circles. People pay to participate in events hosted by me and my associates. They are never disappointed. This thing with you and yours will net me enough to retire if I chose to. But I enjoy the sport too much to do that. I am going to send some literature for you to read. It will give you some insight into family legacy and why things are the way they are. Then come back and we will talk again. There is also my diary for your sister to read. Now go I have a business to run."

With that I was dismissed from the presence of the old vampire. When I returned to the limo, she had sent for me, there were a couple of large leather bound books and one smaller book. I was tempted to peek in the diary but declined. She was creepy in person, reading her thoughts and memories would have been too much. So I glanced at one of the larger books. It was a hand written account of the Harrower family. The first entry was dated 1756 and even though the elegant script was easy to read the old English style was not. It described the gathering of the young and nubile Harrower woman as well as the widowed among the family. Then the unmarried young men were brought to them and they went to a sacred site where they 'frolicked' until there were only two that remained. Those two were married and the child that was born was anointed to be the head of the family. Until that child died all the assets gleaned by any and all of the family members went to the anointed one to be distributed as they saw fit.

"Holy shit... she's the anointed one...," I said out loud.

"Yes sir she is," the driver said confirming it.

"Whoa, they really take this seriously." I said.

"Oh yes sir," he said. "I have been with the Family for many years now. With THAT kind of money at stake they take it very seriously."

"I didn't think underground smut generated that kind of stream," I said.

"No sir, that's just a diversion for the Lady. The Family owns quite a few Multinational Corporations and even has family ties to the Saudi Royal Family."

"We are related to..." I couldn't finish the sentence.

"Oh yes sir, second cousins I believe."

"Holy fucking shit," I said feeling the color drain from my face. "I was worried about college funds."

"She won't pay for your college sir, you must earn it."

"I plan on it," I told him.

"That's the spirit sir," he said. "Ah it appears we are here sir. Good luck and I will see you in a few days' time after you finish reading the books."

I got out of the limo and there was my dad packing his things into his car cursing a blue streak. I guess mom had dropped the bomb on him. As I walked towards the front door mom appeared like the wrath of god.

"I will have professional mover's here to get your shit for you. Leave me an address for them or I will have it shipped to a storage facility, got it," she said her face beet red and her eyes glittering fiercely. "Oh hi son, how did your chat with grandma go," she asked switching gears so fast it made my head swim.

"UM... fine... strange..." I said slipping past her. "I need something to drink."

"I just made a fresh pot of coffee," she said cheerfully to me. "Now get the FUCK off my property you worthless piece of shit!" she screamed at my dad switching gears again.

"Hi Warren," purred Aunt Janine. "Get my pictures?"

"Yes I did," I said. "Damn."

"You say the sweetest things," she said getting up and following me to the kitchen. "Do you like inverted nipples?"

"I...um..." gulp "I adore them...," I said as I poured a cup of coffee felling her tits hit my back.

"They like you too," she said grinding up against me. "Did you really throat fuck your mom with me on the phone?"

"Yeah, she deserved it," I said pouring creamer and sugar into my cup. "Do you deserve having your throat fucked you dirty fucking whore?"

"Hey is that any way to..."

I turned and slipped my fingers into her hair and made a fist.

"Shut up bitch I am talking," I said and she just nodded. "That's good. Now I'm not sure I like you barging into my home and sniffing around me like some bitch in heat. Do I need to put a collar on you and put you outside on a tether? Would that teach you a fucking lesson? Should I take you to the park and let the homeless guys have a go at you, huh should I cock-slot?" I said and she shook her head. I pulled her close and sniffed her. "You smell like cheap hooker cologne, come with me."

I dragged her upstairs and into my bedroom and then into my shower.

"Turn on the shower," I said and she shook her head violently side to side.

"Do you know how much this dress costs!" she said breaking her silence.

"OH... that'll cost you," I said as I made an even tighter fist and turned on the water myself.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," she screamed as the cold water hit her and her expensive outfit.

Mom and Willow came running to see me holding Aunt Janine struggling in the shower. I let go and she fell to her knees crying in the floor of the shower. I walked up to mom and grabbed her by her hair she immediately went limp. I walked her next to the shower.

"Look up here," I said and Janine pushed her hair from her face and saw mom's expression. "Do you see," I said and my aunt nodded. "Get in there and strip those rags off of her. Then wash that stink off of her, understand." I said and mom nodded. "When she is ready dry her off and bring her downstairs."

I turned without looking back and smiled at Willow. I went to the kitchen and enjoyed my cup of coffee. I sipped it and enjoyed the memory of Janine's expression of her ruined dress. She'd get over it or she wouldn't I really didn't care. She had to learn who was boss in this house. Mom had eagerly accepted that fact and so would her sister. I poured a second cup and decided to sit outside on the front porch since it was such a nice day. I wondered when Cousin Caroline would make an appearance. It was after all just a matter of time. Three out of the four competitors were in our house right now and it was getting crowded, not that I minded. But I knew that it bothered the shit out of Willow to know end to see Janine here so early.

The front door opened and mom ushered a flustered Aunt Janine out in hooker boots, a very short skirt and t-shirt that barely covered her ample chest.

"I love the pigtails," I remarked at the new hairdo mom and sis had done for Janine.

"We thought you would approve," Mom said and turned and left Janine and I alone.

"Have a seat next to me on the swing here Aunt Janine," I said politely.

"Thanks," she said and settled in. "That was really mean what you did to me upstairs."

"I know but I had to show you who was in control," I said. "By the way nothing has changed just because we are outside."

"What," she whispered. "You expect me to play slave girl to you out here too."

"I expect you to be my bitch until the Fuck Off is over," I told her. "How else are you going to train properly?"

"I suppose you're right," she said.

"There is no supposing about it," I said. "You can accept these rules or I will see you at the contest. You will not set foot beyond that front door, do you get me?"

"Warren, I am your loving Aunt," she pleaded. "Not some piece of meat; this is no way to treat me or any woman."

"I'll take that as a no then," I said and took a sip of coffee. "Aunt Janine, get the fuck off my property," I said calmly. "I will see you in two months."

"Warren!"

"Don't make me call the police," I said adding just a hint of anger to my voice now.

"I can't be what you want me to be, I'm sorry..." She said and got up and left.

"I am sorry too."

That was a surprise. I was sure she would fold. I finished my coffee and watched her drive away. Mom and Willow both came out and watched Janine's car drive off.

"She left," Willow said, each word left her mouth with a hint of relief.

"Well I'll be damned," Mom said. "I was sure the bitch would crack."

"MOM," Willow said. "She's your sister!"

"Yeah I know," Mom said. "I know her better than anyone. I am just really surprised is all?"

"She'll be back," I said and the two gals looked at me. "In the dead of night where her pride won't be on display, she'll come crawling back mark my words."

"You sounded just like my mother just then," Mom said.

"Must be those old books she gave me," I said.

"Oh," Mom said and went pale. "I have some chores to do."

One Week Later: Three A.M.

I was sound asleep when someone slipped into my room. She slithered her way from the bottom of my covers to my unprotected groin. I guess it was the dream of being sucked off that went from dream to reality. The serpentine tongue began lapping at the head of my cock, then someone lifting it and gently tracing the grand vein that ran beneath sending shivers through me. Then fully one third of my cock was engulfed and that talented tongue was swirling and teasing me. I was wide awake then.

"Holy shit," I groaned as I breached the surface between sleep and consciousness. "God damn someone couldn't sleep tonight."

The cocksucker devoured more and more as the shaft pierced her throat and her lips touched the base. I sat up and was tempted to pull up the covers but didn't. Then the little cocksucker began deep-throating me nice and slow. She was going to milk a monster orgasm from me. One of her hands came up and began caressing my balls as her head moved up and down on me. It was her snail pace that was killing me. I was guessing it was Willow with a new technique from Grandma's diary. If it was this was sheer torture! I had to focus just to keep from coming. If this was mom, this was a new technique she had not revealed yet.

"I am loving it," I told my mystery guest.

Then her tongue did this thing where it wrapped around the head of my cock. It was like a little python or something. I almost came again but by sheer will resisted, barely. Then the game changed and the slow rhythm shifted to a more sensual speed. She was fucking my cock with her mouth now.

"NNNNNNNNNNN Oh Damn," I said through gritted teeth. "If you keep that up..."

She knew just what she was doing. When I got close she slowed down. She was building up my sexual energy until she wanted me to cum. But eventually I hit that point of no return. My cock swelled in her mouth. Then she grabbed my cock and began stroking it as fast as she could. I cried out as I shot passed sensory overload. Truth be told I almost passed out when I came. The door to my bedroom flew open and Willow and my Mom raced in. I was far too weak to pull back the covers so Willow did it. There was a naked Aunt Janine lapping at the head of my cock. She was smiling from ear to ear.

"I just wanted to see my dear nephew is all," she said after licking her lips.

Mom was furious, Willow was hurt and I was still too senseless to say anything. Janine got out of my bed and agreed to go downstairs until I recovered. Willow sat with me and I told her everything. After all I wanted her to win the contest.

"Why are you telling me what she did to you in so graphic detail," Willow asked me.

"I want you to win the Fuck Off," I told her.

"But what about you," she asked.

"I want to win too," I said. "But I want you to have as much ammo as you can..."

"You are so sweet," she said. "But you haven't read Grandma's diary have you?"

"EW... no," I said shivering.

"You should," she said. "It is, well enlightening."

"Why do you say it that way?"

"Grandma may be the chosen one and all that but she is also a smart cookie too," Willow said. "There is a lot she says between the lines if you know how to read her diary the correct way."

"I don't understand," I said.

"Just read it," Willow said with a wink.

"Okay... okay I'll read it," I said.

"Was it really that good," Willow asked.

"I am still dizzy," I said.

"God damn it," Willow cursed. "I am not going to lose this to a freaky cocksucker like Janine! I have worked too damn hard!"

"This means that much to you?"

"NO," she snapped. "This means that much to us. Meet me downstairs we need to have a little chat with that sneaky cock slot of an Aunt."

"I'll be down in a sec," I said and Willow nodded and left.

I knew what she was referring to. She meant that if we won we would become the new chosen. So when the Old Vampire retired or passed on we would inherit. She didn't want Janine getting her hot little hands on all that money. I got up and hit the bathroom. I felt human after emptying my aching bladder. I had to admit of all the blowjobs I had gotten from the girls Janine's had been my favorite bar none. But if I knew Mom she was holding back. She had techniques up her sleeves saved up for the Fuck Off. I know if I were her that would be my play. I headed downstairs and before I was halfway down the steps I could feel the tension.

"Damn, did the temperature drop or what," I said as I walked into the living room.

"She used her key to come in here and take advantage of you," Mom said.

"I don't deny it," Janine said. "It was only fair after all."

"I barred you from the house and still you breached our trust," I said.

"Is that really how you see it even after...?"

"I won't deny it was pleasurable but that doesn't change what you did. Your pride is your sin here tonight as I see it."

"My pride," Janine said her eyes widening and her nostrils flaring. "What the fuck does my pride have to do with anything?"

"You refuse to submit, so you snuck into our home instead," Willow said.

"Submit," Janine said. "Do you submit to your brother Willow?"

"With all my heart," she said without hesitation.

Janine blinked as if she had been shot. Then she looked at her sister who just smiled and nodded.
"So I guess this whole contest is a farce to you then," Janine almost screeched.

"Oh no," Mom purred. "I intend to win. I've been working on new techniques that will blow his mind."

"Like hell old woman," Willow snarled. "This may be my first time but I intend on wiping the floor with the two of you."

"Then it's on," Janine said smiling. "I was concerned you were compromised over this son of yours."

"No," Mom said. "Just because I submit to his pleasures doesn't mean I am going to let him win."

"Ah, that places things into a whole new light then." Janine said. "My concerns are gone, I will submit to my nephew."

"Why am I not feeling happy," Willow said.

"She's up to something," Mom said.

"Of course I am," Janine said. "But let the game play itself out shall we."

"Like we have a choice," Willow said.

"Nephew, may we continue?"

"Well since I'm up," I said. "Come on and follow me."

We walked up together leaving Mom and Willow downstairs to talk. I could feel Janine's eyes on me.

"So what are you going to do with all that money Janine," I asked.

"Never work another day in my life," she said purring in my ear. "Neither would you, you know."

"You'd take care of me then," I said as we entered my bedroom.

"MMMM of course I would, we are family. What about Mom and Willow?"

"Oh them too silly bear," she growled. "Don't fret, now what does Master want from his naughty pet?"

I turned to face her and smiled. She dropped down and looked up at me.

"Is this what you desire Sir," she moaned. "Shall I pleasure your cock with my mouth?" I just nodded. "Oh very good Master, your pet is very happy to comply."

Janine opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. That's when I learned her technique wasn't something sis could learn. The serpentine thing was something hard rockers would envy. Then I watched as the thing twisted, slithered and wrapped around the head of my cock.

"UNNNNNN," I moaned.

Then she began in earnest getting my cock ready for fucking that soaked slit of hers. If her tongue was this amazing what pleasures did her pussy offer? I grabbed either side of her head for leverage and I began to slowly throat fuck my aunt. She had no problems adapting to me whatsoever. Her tongue clung to my cock as I thrust and her lips added a second layer of pleasure on top of that. Jesus what a mouth she had on her!

"Damn girl," I cried out as I drove my cock deep into her throat.

But I wasn't going to shoot my load here. We both wanted more and that was going to happen soon. After ten minutes or so of that heavenly oral delight I reluctantly pulled out. She got up and I bent her over my bed. Janine grabbed her ass cheeks and I eased into her wet cunt from behind. She had never had kids so as I entered her that tight pussy of hers gripped me and sucked me in. I wanted to savor this first time. Damn she was as snug as Willow was. Finally my cock was buried in her and we both let out a little groan of pleasure.

"Damn but this is going to be one for the record books," I growled.

I began to move and she moved with me in perfect rhythm. Her pussy was rubbing and squeezing me as if we were made for each other. I was in seventh heaven and she was crying out as her first orgasm crashed into her like a fucking tidal wave. I felt her pussy grip me as she came.

"Where did THAT come from," she whispered to herself sounding shocked.

I picked up the pace, once she had recovered, and Janine easily matched me. Our bodies were slapping against each other and her little whimpers were music to my ears. I was enjoying myself as well but I wanted her to come at least one more time before I came. I rolled her onto her back and took over. I slowed down but thrust harder into her and watched her eyes roll up into her skull. Janine bit her lip and squeezed me harder now trying to push me over the edge.

I cupped her tits for levered and that caused her back to arch and her body to shake.

"Did you just come," I asked and she nodded. "Your tits must be real sensitive."

She nodded again as I leaned over and licked her inverted nipples. Another quiver ran through her but this one smaller.

"I think it's time I came," I told her. "It's getting late."

I placed her legs over my shoulders and watched her face intently. I love women's fuck faces, they drive me crazy. I began fucking her slowly but with quick hard thrusts. Then I slowly picked up the pace. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened into a wide O. Janine reached for the sheets, her long delicate fingers digging in. Then I began to piston in and out of her slowly picking up speed.

"I am going to shoot inside of you," I told her and she nodded vigorously.

Soon the sound of our bodies slapping got louder and louder. Janine's cries became primal grunts of pleasure. All she could do was utter 'UNN' over and over again as I jammed my hips into her. Then I was jackhammering into her pussy I felt the point of no return come and go in a blur of fucking. I was covered in a layer of sweat as I felt my cock swell inside of her and IT was only moments away. She was panting and growling as her body was ready to explode with mine. Then when I couldn't hold it in any longer I pulled back and with one last savage thrust I rammed my hips home and shot my load deep into her cunt. Janine's scream blasted from her lungs and rang in my ears. Her pussy clamped down on me and urged me to keep on thrusting. She went mad as a second orgasm followed and her ass left the bed and she ground her hips into my groin. I kept thrusting into her slit until my energy utterly ran out. I fell on top of her and her arms and legs wrapped around me.

My heart was pounding in my chest. It was heard to breath. I was soaked to the bone. God damn what an orgasm! I came so hard I thought I was gonna break my back! Speaking of back, there is a stinging sensation coming from back. I think the bitch raked her nails down my back. Janine is in a similar situation. She is panting and gasping for air. She is shaking like a leaf and she won't let go of me.

"You okay," I finally manage.

"Okay... okay... god damn boy I have never been fucked like THAT!"

I just left it alone. I made her bucket list, how nice.

"When you get around to it," I said. "My cock needs cleaning."

"Master's cock is messy," Janine purred. "Slave will be glad to lick and suck it clean."

That's just what she did. The greedy bitch licked and sucked another load from me somehow. Then I fell into a sexually exhausted sleep. I dreamt about the Old Vampire. She was giving me the Grand Tour of her home and all the secret passages built into the place. 'When I retire this will all be yours'.

I woke up. My morning wood was buried in a warm wet tight pussy. I opened my eyes to see Willow.

"Morning," I said.

"MMMMMMMorning," she moaned. "The Bitch left early this morning."

"I guess she got what she wanted," I said.

"She seemed a bit deflated," Willow said smiling. "What did you do to her?"

"Nothing I haven't done to you."

"Oh," she said smiling. "That explains the scream last night. You pounded the living shit out of her didn't you?"

"Maybe," I said.

"Oh my god you broke Aunt Janine," Willow said grinning from ear to ear. I just shrugged. "I have to tell Mom after we finish."

"I was hoping you were going to say that. Ride me Willow... nice and slow."

She leaned back and did just that. I never got tired of the feel of her wrapped around me. Willow was using a kind of wave motion with her hips now that just drove me wild.

"Come for me Warren," She begged. "No training just pleasure... I want you to shoot all over my tits and face. Come on give it to me..."

Her pussy squeezed me tight; she was relentless and hungry for my orgasm. I think she knew she was going to cum one way or another. It was always my pleasure she thought about. Her features hardened and her voice dropped lower now.

"Come on you selfish fucker... give me your cum!" she said as she rode me faster now.

"UNNNN god," I cried out.

"That's it," Willow purred. "I can feel it getting bigger inside of me."

Then she was thrusting her hips with abandon as I jammed my own up into her. My cock grew and grew in her pussy until...

"I'm gonna cum," I cried out.

She lifted up and off of me. Her fist was around my cock and furiously pumping. I arched my hips and yelled as my cock painted her tits and face. She was still stroking me off when I hit sensory overload. I tried and failed to say 'stop' when my second orgasm hit. The second load hit her straight in the face and hair. Then her lips were around me and her fist stopped, thank god.

"What the hell was that Warren," Willow asked.

"UNNNNNN," was all I could manage.

"I didn't know guys could multiple," she giggled.

"UNNNNNN," I groaned still feeble.

"Still sensitive," she asked licking the tip of my cock.

"UNNNNNNNNNNN," I moaned trying to get into a fetal position.

"OH You Are," she said wickedly. "Come to mama."

"NNNNNO," I said as she came in for kill.

She managed to wrap her lips around the head of my cock. I was shivering uncontrollably but damn my cock for reacting. It was already growing hard for her.

"Succubus," I whimpered.

But Willow kept licking and sucking until I was rock hard again. Then she was trying a variant technique of what Janine had done the night before. Willow managed to wrap part of her tongue around the head.

"Oh dear god," I cried out.

She took that as a good sign. The pleasure poured into me and I was ready to burst. Then she slowly began to deep-throat me mirroring Janine in almost every way. I grabbed the covers and hung on. Willow was so desperate to win she was putting me through this. Then sensory overload wasn't letting up in fact it was building.

"JESUS," I cried out through gritted teeth but Willow was deep-throating me fast now. "I'm gonna die!"

I looked down through tear streaked eyes and saw Willow working on my cock fanatically. When she felt my cock swell she grabbed it two fisted and began to stroke. She wrapped her lips around the head and waited. I felt it. It was like some sort of deep rumbling and it roared upwards. Pain and pleasure merged and I came. The white hot orgasm engulfed me and Willow swallowed as one climax merged with another until I collapsed. I think I blacked out. The next thing I know Willow is holding me and her tears are falling on my face.

"Are you okay," she was asking over and over again.

"You broke me," I said. "Are you satisfied now?"

"That's not what I wanted."

"Willow, don't lie to me. And most importantly don't lie to yourself. You want to win this thing, I get it. I need to get some sleep."

"Warren," she said.

"Just close the door on the way out."

This thing was setting everybody against one another. I had to finish reading the other books and go speak with the Old Vampire again. I am sure she had lots to share. Did it happen to her generation too? I can only imagine it did. I heard Willow crying as she left then the door closing behind her. Had I been too harsh? I don't know. I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep.

The Old Vampire: Part II

Visiting Grand Ma was always a life altering event. Even as a child her house was a honeycomb of secret passages that fed my vivid imagination. Now that I was an adult I can only imagine what went on in those hidden rooms when the kids weren't visiting. I left the books I had read in the limo and went up to the house proper. This time the Matriarch of the family was wearing something more simple and demure. Her hair was down and her makeup was a bit more basic. I was on my guard for anything.

"Grandma you look terrific," I told her.

"Coming from you that is high praise indeed," she said. "Have a seat we have much to talk about."

We sat opposite each other and there was coffee and snacks awaiting us.

"So tell me Warren, what did you think of the books I loaned you," she asked.

"The family history is a bit twisted to say the least," I said. "There are hints of devil worship and virgin sacrifices a long time ago. I can see how things could get twisted into what it is today."

"Yes, so how are you and your family doing?"

"Not so good to be honest," I told her bluntly.

"It is to be expected," she said. "Your generation will take over running the family."

"Yeah," I said. "About that, I had a dream."

"Really," she said and leaned close. "Tell me about it."

"It was just a dream Grandma," I said.

"Do not discredit such things when great events are so close at hand," she said.

"Okay, I had a dream that you had named me your heir. You were giving me a tour of this house. You were showing me secret passages and the like."

"Interesting, walk with me Warren," she said as she got to her feet.

I got up and followed her. She let me to the front of the house.

"Does this look familiar," she asked.

"Of course Grandma, I've been to your house a few times."

"I meant in your dream," she said.

"Oh, hmm well yeah," I said.

"Good, now take over. Show me what your dream revealed to you."

"Okay, if that's what you want."

I tried to hold the images in my head. I let my feet do the work and before I knew it I was in the library. We had never been allowed in here as children for obvious reasons. There were glass cabinets everywhere displaying artwork as well as books of great value. I was drawn to one of the glass cases. I opened it and reached up and found a cold metallic disc set into the interior roof. I turned it counterclockwise until it clicked. Two bookshelves on the eastern wall split open revealing stairs going down. I looked at Grandma and she just smiled.

"I've never been here before," I told her.

"Oh I know, neither has your mother," she said. "So how could you know about that?"

"It was just a dream, wasn't it?"

"No Warren," Grandma said. "It is time I stepped down. I was waiting for a sign."

"But what about..." I tried to say but she cut me off.

"Oh there is still going to be a Fuck Off don't you worry." She said with a genuine smile. "Now you can relax and enjoy having the pleasure of those gorgeous women."

"This will be our little secret." I said.

"No Warren, this will be our big secret." Grandma said. "Not a word to another living soul, not even to your sister."

"I hate keeping a secret from Willow, but I understand."

"You've just learned a great lesson, take heart that it will be worth it in the end."

"I hope you are right." I said my heart sinking.

"When you are able to give the ones you love anything and everything they desire your heart won't weigh so heavy."

"Thanks grandma," I said giving her a long hug.

"You are welcome sunshine." She said hugging me back.

The Old Vampire's Diary:

I was hiding in the old tree house. As much as I loved sex three women begging for my attention was getting a little old. So I retreated to my old fortress of solitude. I had gone out and bought an LED headlamp, a gallon of milk and a box of snack cakes. I opened grandma's diary and the first thing I noticed was her elegant spidery handwriting. I began reading her journal entries. They read like elegant erotic short stories. I can see why Willow found them interesting. Woven inside the stories were quite a few sexual techniques for her to add to her repertoire. I did notice now again a flaw in grandma's writing. I mean everyone makes mistakes but not her and especially not in her diary. I began to see a subtle pattern in these abnormalities. I turned the individual pages in different directions and it was then that I saw the hidden letters. There was a single character on each page. But I didn't have pen or paper but I did have my cell phone. So I used the note feature to keep track of the letters until I had collected all of them. I began to wonder if grandma knew about this hidden message, two words followed by a string of numbers.

Another secret lay in my hands and I wasn't sure if I should share it or not. I decided to keep it to myself for now. I memorized the last date in the diary and decided to ask mom a few questions when the opportunity presented itself. I closed the diary, pocketed my cell phone and turned off the headlamp. As I was preparing to exit the tree house I heard a creak from below.

"Warren," a voice whispered from below.

"Yeah," I whispered back.

"Are you coming down?"

"Uh huh, be down in just a minute." I said softly. I climbed down and found my mother waiting for me. She was wearing a silk top that was practically transparent with matching bottoms. Her hair was down and in the moonlight her eyes burned with a deep hunger.

"Have you been avoiding me?" She asked biting her lip seductively.

"Not just you," I admitted. "I needed time to regain my strength."

"Aw poor Master has been sucked dry." She crooned. "May I walk with you in the moonlight?"

"Yes, I was hoping to ask you a few questions actually." I said.

"Ask away," Mom replied taking my arm in hers.

"Do you remember much about your Mom's brother?"

"A little," She said pursing her lips. "They were twins and very close up until he died. Though there was a bit of a falling out just before he passed away as I remember."

"Do you remember what it was about?" I asked.

"I do actually, I was over a book. Mom accused him of stealing a book from the family library. That's all I remember about that."

"One more thing do you remember the year that he died?"

"Oh that's easy, it was the same year you were born." Mom said. That sent a chill down my spine. "Why are you curious about him?"

"I read one of her diaries and I found something that made me think of him." I lied.

"Oh, I hoped that helped." She said.

"Very much," I said.

"Do I get a reward Master?"

"Can you keep quiet enough not to disturb the neighbors?" I asked.

"Mmmm I will try," She moaned.

I led her back to the tree that held the tree house. I tugged down her bottoms and found her pussy was already soaked. I shook my head and smiled at her. I mouthed the words 'bend over'. She bent over and grabbed the tree while I knelt behind her. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and began lapping at the glorious pussy of hers. Mom whimpered as I ate her out but good as her word she kept her volume at a respectable level. I found her clit and began to tease it with my index finger. This got her legs to quiver just a little. I took off my shirt and then stripped out of my jeans and shoes. My cock was hard and eager for action. Mom looked back and saw me and growled.

"Give it to me baby." She whispered.

"Since you asked so nice," I said back. I placed the head of my cock between her pussy lips and pushed slowly. She opened up to me and I felt her pussy wrap around me as I slid deep into her. It took a lot of self-control not to cry out as I buried my dick in her cunt. When my spear was deep as it could go we began to move as one. I pulled out and as I thrust into her she shoved back. We both let out soft grunts of pleasures, like two animals rutting in the field. I fought the urge to go faster. I fucked her nice and slow. I saw mom's head drop and her soft curses filled the air as we made love. Then the witch began to squeeze her pussy muscles around me. That set a whole new dynamic to our love play. I countered and began to flex my cock inside of her. Her head came up and she turned to look at me. Her eyes were narrowed and then she just smiled.

"Come on and fuck me, just fuck me," she whispered harshly.

I didn't reply. I pulled back and slammed my cock into her as hard as I could. Her eyes went wide and she nodded. From then on it was nothing but a grudge fuck. I drove my cock into her as hard and fast as I could. She squeezed her pussy and shoved her hips back as hard as she could. In other words it was one hell of a good time. Despite our promise to be quiet we did occasionally shout or curse one another. Mom ended up on her back looking up at the stars while I pounded her pussy. She had both hands clamped over her mouth to keep from screaming. Her hips left the grass and she nearly shoved me off of her when she came. I stopped and let her recover. I looked down at her panting, gasping form and just shook my head. Then I rolled her onto her shoulders and jackhammered her pussy from above and finished by shooting a huge load all over her face and tits. That left both of us on the ground panting and gasping. Apparently, she had come a second time.
"Are you going to tell me the real reason why you are so interested in my mom's brother?" Mom asked as we sat on the grass.

"Not yet," I replied. "There are things I don't understand. Once I have more information I can let you in on it."

"Maybe I have that information," She offered.

"You don't," I said. "I know that for a fact after talking to grandma."

"I see," Mom said her eyes narrowing. "You are learning the trade of family secrets early Warren. I'm not sure I like that trait in you."

"Fine, have you ever heard grandma mention these two words before, Codex or Keystone?"

"No, I'm sorry Warren for not trusting you. I've never heard those words before. I guess I am useless."

"It's not that. Grandma said that you were never in the library at her house."

"That's true, oh I see, you think the book that was stolen was this Codex."

"Exactly," I said.

"Good luck getting anything out of your grandmother." Mom said.

"Yeah," I replied. The last person I wanted to alert right now was grandma. I felt there was a reason her brother stole the Codex. I had to find out why and what the Codex is used for.

"Want me to tuck you into bed?" Mom asked.

"That's not a bad idea, if there isn't someone already waiting there."

"You are probably right, but there is no harm in trying."

We gathered up our clothes and headed inside. Sure enough Willow was napping on my bed. I guess it was her way of staking a claim to some of my time.

"Goodnight mom," I said pulling close and kissing her full on the mouth. Her tongue dueled with mine for a bit and then she broke our kiss with a heavy sigh.

"Night son," She moaned.

I dropped my clothes and slipped beneath the covers to spoon behind Willow. My cold body woke her up.

"Damn Warren, you are as cold as ice," She said. "Let me warm you up. Where have you been?"

"Reading grandma's diary in the tree house," I said and I pulled her closer.

"Discover any new techniques," She asked.

"That too," I said.

"I don't understand," She said turning to face me. "What else did you find?"

I told her the entire story about the hidden letters and the Codex Keystone. I figured since I blabbed to mom I might as well inform Willow. Then I told her what mom told me about the stolen book.

"So you think they are one in the same." She said smiling.

"They have to be," I said.

"Sounds like a treasure hunt to me."

"But just the two of us," I said.

"You know the numbers are GPS coordinates don't you."

"Huh," I said.

"They are longitude and latitude lines, I bet you money on it."

"Of course, how stupid of me, so all we have to do, is plug them in and follow them to the Codex. But what then, what do we do with it once we have it?"

"Beats the hell out of me, how about one thing at a time," She said as leaned close and kissed me. Willow draped her leg over mine. I could feel her heat and it was driving me mad with lust. For the moment I was lost in our kiss. I always drifted away when our lips touched. There was a special connection there. My eyes closed and my heart quickened and I never wanted it to end. It could have been a minute or it could have been an hour, our lips parted.

"Damn," we said together. I opened my eyes and smiled at her. "I am sorry about getting angry earlier, forgive me."

"Forgive you; I was the succubus that sucked you until I broke you."

"Yeah, I..." I said and looked between us. "Works every time, still get hard when I think about that, see."

"Damn Warren you're huge! I guess you did forgive me then. I promise to be more... UNNNN GODDDDD... warn me next time will you."

"Oh by the way here comes my cock."

She somehow managed to roll me onto my back and pin my shoulders. Then she was driving her hips down hard and fast, impaling her pussy over and over again.

"Oh by the way here comes my pussy!" She moaned loudly.

I thrust upwards to meet her and the battle was on. This time I didn't have to worry about being quiet, neither of us did. We hollered at each other and it was epic!

"Take that and that," Willow shouted as she fucked me.

"Oh god damn your pussy is tight!" I cried out.

"Your cock is so thick and long, it's filling me up lover!"

"UNNN UNNNN UNNNN," I moaned as she drove her hips down.

"Your turn," She said. Then suddenly I was on top. She had rolled over so I took full advantage. I placed her feet behind her head carefully and she watched while I jackhammered into her pussy mercilessly. Now it was her time to scream.

We were too occupied to notice the two older women enter the room and take seats on the floor at the foot of my bed. At first they watched and nodded then they began to get aroused. By the time Willow reached her first climax Mom and Aunt Janine were in a full sixty nine position on the floor moaning for all they were worth. I only heard them when I took a break to give Willow a chance to catch her breath. I turned and saw the two women intimately embraced.

"Well I'll be," I said. Now it was Willow and I watching them go at it. "I should punish them for coming in here shouldn't I."

"I think you should." Willow said.

"I have just the thing."

I quietly got off the bed and moved behind them. Aunt Janine was on top and she was going to get the brunt of my punishment. I knelt down and without warning took my cock and pressed the head, now slick with Willow's pussy juices and eased it into her ass.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNN," Janine cried out. "What the hell! Warren stop, that's my UNNNN UNNNN UNNNNNN..."

"What's going on?" Mom asked from below.

"Your son is fucking my ass! Oh dear god, he's stretching me out sis. He took my anal cherry!"

"You fucking liar, you lost that years ago. Besides you love anal you sack of shit!"

"Damn it, can't I have a moment to guilt him?"

"No, besides we snuck in her uninvited. That is your punishment."

"SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I like his choice of justice. Though a little more warning and lube would be appreciated next time."

"You know I think I am going to take you to the park and tie you to a lamp post naked. Then leave a note that says public toilet. What do you think Janine?" I said.

"I think I should shut up now." She said.

"Excellent choice, tight ass by the way... I think I might cum in it."

Willow just watched and smiled. Then she mouthed the word 'Mom'. I nodded and eased out of Janine and moved over to where mom's puckered anus was pointing at the ceiling. Sis helped out by pulling mom's ass cheeks apart for me. I eased into her ass and she never uttered a single syllable. Then I began to hammer her nether region hard and fast. It all changed then.

"Oh god baby fuck my dirty little asshole! Drive that fat cock of yours into me! Please love shoot your load into my naughty ass, I have been ever so bad!"

Willow giggled herself silly while Janine watched a little sullen. Then I positioned mom and Janine so I could trade off and fuck each ass in turn. In the end they were both happy. I sprayed both sisters' faces and my point was made, don't interrupt again. They both left with sore bottoms.

Willow agreed to help me wash up after my anal escapades. We took a shower together and we lathered each other up and that led to another long kiss that took my breath away. I held her and felt her body mold to mine.

"Willow I have a serious question to ask you," I said.

"What is it Warren?"

"Um, have you ever wanted to try bondage? You know being tied up, that sort of thing."

"Are you asking me if ever fantasized about having ropes all around me and your cock deep inside at the same time?"

"Um, well yeah," I said.

"Feel between my legs right now," Willow said.

I felt her pussy and it was absolutely soaked. I looked her in the eye and smiled.

"Just you mentioning it has got my motor running on overdrive. Please, let's finish what we started."

"Bend over and grab your ankles," I said.

Willow turned away from me and did as I asked. The limber little slut folded her body with ease. I never hesitated as I slid my cock into her until it hit bottom. Then I began thrusting in and out of her slowly. I wanted her to enjoy this as much as I was. This wasn't about training or domination, this was just plain fucking. I picked up speed nice and slow and Willow let me do everything. She just stood there and took it. All she did was squeeze with me with her pussy and moan louder and louder as she got closer to coming.

"Oh god Warren I am so close," She cried out.

"Well come if you want to, this isn't a contest," I said. "This is just about you and me."

"Thank you for this," She moaned. "Oh god baby I am so fucking close."

"Cum for me Sis, I want to feel your pussy squeeze me real tight."

"Almost there... UNNNN UNNNN... Almost... Oh Shit..." She cried out as she came.

I held her tight to keep her from face planting. Then when I felt she was no longer in danger of hurting herself I began to move my hips again. I alternated long gentle thrusts with short quit thrusts into that tight little pussy of hers. This had her panting and cursing me in no time at all. I on the other hand was getting closer to climaxing than I was letting on. Her no so little orgasm had worked its little magic and pushed me damn close to blowing my load. I was just trying to enjoy as much of our time together as I could. The 'Fuck Off' was getting closer and closer and everyone was running out of time. I dug my fingers into her ass cheeks and began thrusting as hard and fast as I could. Willow instantly sensed my urgency and began shoving her hips back against me.

"Paste my back and ass lover," she moaned as she squeezed her pussy harder and harder for me. "Does that feel good, I hope it does?"

"Oh god Willow that feels amazing! God damn I am so fucking close!"

It was seconds later that I was pulling out of her and spraying those fine ass cheeks of hers. She stood up and held me close, pressing her tits against me as she did so.

"You really can't get enough of my body can you?" She asked. I just shook my head as she molded her body to mine once more. "I love you Warren."

"I love you too Willow."

The Codex Keystone:

The next day I learned just how connected the Family really was. I called the nearby Marine base and asked for a Colonel who was a third cousin of mine. The secretary asked who was calling and I told her who I was and she put me right through. That was odd I thought but then the following conversation was equally odd as well.

"Cousin Warren how are you doing on this fine day, well I hope?"

"Colonel Bishop I am doing fine, how are you?" I responded.

"There is no need for titles Warren; I can call you Warren I hope." He asked.

"Um sure and I can call you Bishop?"

"Yes, please do," he said his voice sound very jovial. "So what can I do for you?"

"I hate to ask a favor since we hardly know one another." I said.

"By all means ask away."

"I need a GPS device, you know something accurate." I said.

"Going treasure hunting cousin," He asked.

"Actually, yes I am." I told him.

"Now you have me quite curious cousin. I don't suppose you'd be willing to share what you are hunting."

"A book," I said. "One of the Families's lost books as a matter of fact."

"Oh, that narrows it down quite a bit," He said. "You are seeking the Keystone. I would be honored to aid you in your endeavor. I am sure you remember any assistance in the future."

"Of course Bishop," I said sincerely. "We are family after all."

"I will send something over right away." He said. There was eagerness in his voice he couldn't hide.

"Discreetly I hope," I said. I didn't want a military vehicle showing up in my neighborhood.

"Oh of course, I understand cousin. I will send my personal secretary to delivery it. You won't be disappointed. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

That was the end of a very queer and disturbing conversation. I assumed he meant I wouldn't be disappointed in the device. I shook my head, grabbed a cup of freshly brewed coffee and sat out on the front porch. About two cups of coffee and a half hour later a black convertible pulled up. The smoking hot red head who stepped out fell into that category of not disappointing instantly. It took everything not to react when she stalked up to the house carrying a small metal brief case. She must have changed since leaving the base because the black silk blouse, short black skirt along with the stiletto heels was definitely not military issue.

"You must be Warren," She said brushing a patch of red hair from her green eyes.

"I must be, and you are," I asked brazenly looking her over.

"My name is Sasha and I possess whatever skillset you require Sir." She said her eyes sparkling.

"I take it you are Bishop's little sex kitten." I said.

"For now," She said setting the case down. "But I could be yours in a heartbeat."

"You are quite eager to leave my cousin's service. Is he that poor a lover? Or are you that eager to prove your loyalty to him by spying on me?"

"No, it's not like that at all. You are on the fast track to be the chosen one."

"Oh it's a power thing then. You wish to elevate you status as a servant then?"

"Exactly," She said a look of relief on her lovely features. "Your cousin chose me specifically as a gift."

"I see," I said trying to see if there was a trap behind her beauty and her eagerness. "Let's not jump ahead of ourselves. Why don't you show me what you brought and how it works?"

She knelt then bent over revealing quite a bit of cleavage, as she opened the shiny metal case. Inside was an intricate wrist device with a dark metal clasp. The red head lifted the device and offered it to me. When I hesitated she just smiled and took me by the arm and settled the thing onto my lower arm. With a soft click the device was locked onto my wrist and only then did she begin to explain how it worked. It was designed to be user friendly and I had the hang of it in minutes. There were other functions she said but I wasn't authorized to be trained on those. I raised an eyebrow and then she smiled.

"I shouldn't unlock these other features for you, but since I will be working for you," she purred deeply in her chest. Her fingers danced over the keypad and entered security codes and before I knew it all of the options were now available.

"Hold your wrist eye level if you please Sir," She said softly. "Now keep your eyes open no matter what." A moment later a bright blue beam shot from the device and passed in front of my eyes.

"What the hell was that?"

"The device is now tied to your retinal print."

"Why is that?"

"Oh that is for security reasons. The device possesses military applications the public wouldn't appreciate."

"Such as," I asked.

"If you were to point your wrist at a vehicle, you could unlock it, start it and drive away with it. You could also pull up the owner's entire life history if you desired. Now you see why this device is so touchy."

"Why did you unlock it for me?"

"I wanted to prove my loyalty to you and the Family." She said.

"What is that other thing in the case?" I asked her trying to decide if I believed her.

"Oh, those are virtual display lenses. They are standard issue for black ops agents. Um do you want them too?"

"What do you think?"

"Shall I put them in for you Sir?"

"Yeah, I don't wear contacts."

She took out the case and moved closer. I took in her scent as she took out the first contact lens. She held open my eye as she placed the lens into my left eye. I blinked a few times but the lens practically disappeared without a trace. As she held open my right eye I slipped my arms around her waist. The second lens fit into my eye as easily as the first.

"MMMMM how was that?" She asked with a soft moan.

"Not bad at all," I said pulling her close. "So what sort of duties can I expect from you?"

"Any you need any time you need," She growled as her tits pressed against my chest.

"Ahem, who is this?" Willow asked.

"I have a secretary," I said turning to look at Willow. She stood there with her hands on her hips and her head cocked to one side.

"Oh do you now? Does she cook and clean?"

"I will do anything and everything you need." The redhead repeated.

"Okay she's a keeper," Willow said. "Oh um... does she swallow?"

"Well do you, swallow that is?" I asked.

"Every damn drop," She said smiling brilliantly.

"You can keep your new toy," Willow said. "Damn, you are so spoiled. But I get to watch. Just in case she has some technique I can use in the tournament."

"You don't mind an audience," I asked the redhead as I scooped her up into my arms.

"Not at all," she moaned in my ear.

I carried her into the house and almost immediately there was a huge wall of noise from my mother, Aunt Janine and Willow. I set the redhead down, slipped my arm around her waist and listened to the war of words as it escalated.

"He is bringing another woman," Janine roared. "It is hard enough to get time with him as it is!"

"Relax Janine you don't even know what is going on." Mom said.

"Relax; she was in his arms for crying out loud!" Janine roared.

I turned around with the girl and began to head for the front door. But that was not to happen.

"Oh hell no mister you get in here, sit down and explain yourself this very minute!" Mother demanded.

I lowered my head, turned around and did as she 'asked'. Soon all of us were seated in the living room. There was a very long dragged out moment of silence. I have every woman looking at me. So I decided to tell everyone what was going on. I stood up and took charge.

"I didn't want to burden any of you with this. I wanted to do this on my own to protect you."

"I don't understand what are you talking about?" Willow said. "Protect us from what?"

"Where does she fit into this equation?" Janine asked.

"She allowed me to search out what I looking for." I said.

"Cut the crap Warren, what are you looking for?" Mom asked.

"The Codex Keystone," I said very reluctantly. Mom and Janine went pale when I mentioned the codex. They looked at each other and then at me.

"Where did you even learn about it?" Janine asked.

"Grandma's diary," I said.

"That's not true," Willow said. "There is no mention of that in it."

"I agree, I have read her diary and there is nothing in it in there." Mom said.

"Willow, go get the diary," I said.

Willow raced upstairs and returned a short time later with the diary. She appeared upset when she handed it over. I sat on the floor and patted the carpet. Soon I was surrounded by beautiful women. I set the diary on my lap and opened it. I paged through to the first entry and pointed out the first character I had found. Mom and Janine cursed out loud.

"Goddamn him," Mom said in a harsh whisper.

"That evil mother fucker," Janine spat out.

I continued showing one after another of the hidden characters.

"He hid the location in plain sight all these years," I said laughing. But I laughed alone.

"This isn't a laughing matter Warren!" Mom snarled. "You have no idea what the Keystone is!"

"Then tell me," I said serious now. "I shared with you, now share with me."

"I can't," She said.

"You can't be serious! I opened myself up to you and now you shut me out!" I said as I stood up and snapped the diary shut. "Well then the diary becomes my personal property then as does the Keystone when I collect it."

"Don't Warren, leave it where it is. Trust me on this."

"Unfortunately mom, this little incident has lost you the right to ask me anything about this subject."

"Damn it boy don't cross me on this!" Mom shouted as she got to her feet. "You are messing with things you don't understand!"

"I am going in blind because of you, just remember that mother. That is on your head not mine."
"Mom, just tell him," Willow begged.

"I can't," Mom said tears rolling down her cheeks. "If I could I would but I can't."

"Janine, for god's sake, say something!" Willow pleaded.

"He is on his own," she said, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Damn you, damn you both to hell," Willow roared as she took her feet. "He is your son, and your nephew, don't you care enough to give him what he needs to protect himself? No, nothing, you'd rather keep some oath than help someone you supposedly love. Well, FUCK YOU, I hope you rot in hell!"

"Willow, I did say something. I told him not to go. I do love him with all my heart but he won't listen to me. I can't stop him from making a huge mistake. I can't support what I know is a catastrophic disaster in the making. The Keystone was hidden for a reason. If it is recovered nothing but terrible things will follow. Isn't that enough?"

"Let them go," Janine said. "If he dies the Family dies with him."

"What the hell does that mean," I asked.

"You and you sister are the last of the pure bloods. Only you two can produce an heir. If either of you dies the Family dies. It is that simple, so go off and get yourself killed Warren. Take the Family down with you; I am tired of all the politics and bullshit. Just end it all with your quest for the Keystone."

"I didn't know." I said.

"But it changes nothing; you have to find it, don't you." Janine said. "I can see it in your eyes."

"Yes," I said. I turned and left.

Outside the redhead tossed me the keys to her convertible. Willow sat in the front seat and the nameless woman in the back.

"I don't even know your name," I shouted.

"Sophia, Sophia Delamore," She shouted back.

"Welcome to the Family Sophia Delamore," Willow said turning to face the redhead. "Let me see them, I want to see if they are worth all this trouble."

"Of course," Sophia said without any hint of hesitation. She began to unbutton her black silk top slowly. I couldn't see a damn thing through the rear view mirror.

"Mother of god," Willow cursed. "They are perfect, I could just gobble you up and I don't go that way. Let me see if you are a natural."

"Mmm glad to," Sophia moaned as she unbuttoned her blue jeans. Then they were being slid off her round ass and I heard Willow gasp again.

"Damn girl is there a part of you that isn't to die for?"

"I was handpicked for my position." Sophia replied. "Can I get dressed now or are you going to join me back here?"

"Oh that is so damn tempting. How long until we get there Warren?"

"About an hour but you can't be serious," I said. Oh but she was. Willow hopped into the back seat and I brought up the roof to cover up what they were doing.

I had to listen to the moans and groans, along with the sloppy sounds of fingers violating body parts; it was maddening I tell you. To think that it was Willow and not me who would have first crack at Sophia just broke my heart. As we drove, I had to adjust the massive erection in my own jeans. There was the occasion giggle from the back seat and I knew they were talking about me. But I was determined to find the Keystone at any cost.

"When is he going to pull over and fuck us," Sophia asked.

"I don't know," Willow replied. "I hope it's soon my poor pussy is in need of some attention."

"I can hear you." I said.

"GOOD," They both said. "PULL OVER!"

I found a remote road and drove up until it was just trees all around us. I turned off the car and the three of us left the car and slipped into a ring of trees. I was stripped by the two of them and wrestled to the ground. While Willow sat on my face, Sophia began sucking my cock with what could only be described as complete abandon.

"Damn Warren, the girl does love to suck a cock," Willow exclaimed.

I was not idle. I began lapping away at Willow's delicious pussy, which was already soaking wet from Sophia's hard work. After a bit Willow and Sophia took turns teasing my aching manhood.

"He is more than ready, may I?" Sophia asked.

"Mount away good lady," Willow giggled.

"UNNNNNN good god he is thick," Sophia said as I felt her pussy wrap around me.

"Yep," Willow said. "He will fill you up nicely. I hope you are up to the challenge."

"Me too," Sophia groaned as she impaled herself. "Damnnnn it's in, I am so fucking full."

"Reminds me of my first time," Willow said. "Come on girl ride him; let me see that cock pierce that pussy of yours!"

"SSSSSSSSSSSSSSS here I go," Sophia said as she began to move.

"MMMMMMMMMM Damn that's sexy, I can't wait until it's my turn. Come on Warren lick that pussy! Make me cum, suck on my clitty; you know how to drive me wild."

"It's so big, it's filling me up, and it's hitting my cervix! Oh god I think I'm gonna cum!"

"Already, she is a keeper Warren!"

"Oh God I'm Cumming!"

"What a face, you should see her expression when she comes."

Sophia's pussy clamped down on me so hard and so quickly I almost came with her I was so surprised. Then we switched up positions. Willow got on her hands and knees. Sophia slid beneath her so she could lick my cock when it appeared from Willow's pussy. I knelt behind Willow. I eased my cock into my sister's pussy nice and slow. I heard Sophia moan from below. As I thrust into that tight cunt I felt Sophia's tongue now and again flicker over the shaft of my cock. What a thrill that was! I began to slam my cock into Willow and Sophia had her fingers dug into her own pussy. There was a synergy building. Willow's grunts were getting louder, Sophia's moans were more urgent and my hips were moving faster. There were no words this time around. Just a sort of primal ritual and the power was rising. Come on Willow, I want you to climax for me. Those were my primary thoughts. But not far behind them were damn it Sophia I want to hear you orgasm below me. Was I being greedy? Yeah, probably but I was okay with that.

I hammered Willow's slit harder now but slowed down so that Sophia's tongue could work its magic on me. The sharp drive of my cock into her was pushing Willow to her edge and fast. I could read her body language easily. Come on you dirty slut, I want to feel your pussy clamp around me just like Sophia's did. Speaking of Sophia she was working on her third orgasm. I liked her a lot. I wanted to fuck her throat and shoot a load down it bad. But that would have to wait. I decided it was time for Willow and I to come together. I began to pick up steam now. I kept up the strength of each thrust but slowly increased speed. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at me. Her hair had fallen down over most of her face but I could see her eyes peering through strands. The harsh slapping sound of our bodies got louder and louder. We were both panting and gasping as we got closer and closer to climaxing. Sophia rolled out from underneath and watched. Her eyes were bright with lust as she saw the hunger building between the two of us. I was fucking Willow as hard and fast as I could. The point of no return came and went as I thrust into her. I was grunting loud now and my cock swelled inside of her. It stretched her insides and she arched her back and cried out as she came. A split second later as her pussy gripped me tight I thrust one last time and a torrent of warm cum spilled into her womb.

After Sophia licked me clean we all dressed and continued on. I was glad some of my stress had been relieved, but I could tell that Willow was bothered by Mom's words.

"What if she is right," Willow asked. "What is he hid the Keystone for a good reason?"

"Then why leave clues to its location at all?" I said. "And why leave the clues in the Old Vampire's diary of all places?"

"That doesn't make much sense does it? It would be the last place she would look. It seems to me he was trying to keep it from her."

"Yeah, but why? I am thinking she has the other books."

"What other books?" Willow asked.

"The message said Codex Keystone. I am thinking the Codex is a series of books. The one that we are looking for is the main book, without it the others are useless."

"What if it's not a book at all? What if it's some sort of Rosetta stone, have you thought of that?" Willow shot back angrily. "But it still doesn't explain why he would leave directions to find it."

"Let's face it; you two are in the dark. You have limited intelligence and need to calm the fuck down until you acquire this Keystone." Sophia said sternly. "I don't mean to offend anyone but this argument is just circular."

"She absolutely right," Willow agreed.

"I know," I said. "I am glad I brought her along."

"Not just as a fine piece of ass," Willow added.

"Oh that was my main reason, don't get me wrong, but she has other skill sets that will come in handy too." We all busted out laughing as we drove on.

The further we drove the more remote our surroundings became. Then out of the tree line a singular mailbox stood. We pulled up to the mailbox and we could read the wash out letters, DeClue.

"I guess we are here." I said as we turned onto the rock strewn driveway.

Either side of the path was lined with lovingly tended trees and bushes. The path turned eventually and opened on a huge open space that held the most unusual house I had ever seen. It was one part home and two parts hot house. Beyond the structure were more trees, bushes and other plants. We parked in the open space in front of the house. The three of us got out and as we headed for the house the front door opened and an elderly man stepped out. At first glance he reminded me quite a bit of Mark Twain, facial hair and all. He was dressed in faded jeans and a work shirt. Despite his age he strode over with a long able gait and offered his sun kissed hand to me.

"Warren, I have been expecting you," he said with a generous smile.

"Um, it's nice to meet you Mr. DeClue," I replied taken off guard.

"This must be Willow," he said looking over at my sister. "You I don't know."

"That is our friend Sophia," Willow offered.

"Well any friend of the Willow is a friend of mine," the old man said.

"You said you were expecting me." I said.

"Yes, not today exactly, but eventually come on in and have some lemonade."

He turned and led the way. The house was nothing short of amazing with its mix of greenery, woodwork and grandeur all blended to perfection. Even in the harshest of winters there would be trees bearing fruit and bushes producing rare and exotic berries. It was Willow who noticed the unusual leaves and coloring of the plant life. She asked question after question and Old Man DeClue never tired of her curiosity. After the tour of the house the four of us sat down in the lounge. The elderly botanist turned his full attention on me at that point.

"I am here because of your great-uncle Warren," he said smiling once again. "It is because of his generosity that I am here. Oh, I almost forgot." He said producing two elegantly crafted crystal vials. "These contain a very rare herbal extract from your garden here. I say your garden, since you are the eldest male of the family."

"What sort of herbs are we talking about?" I asked him as I took the two vials from him.

"The one tree only bears fruit every hundred years or so, the other berries and exotics are similarly eccentric in their life cycle."

"I take it that's why there are only two vials." I said.

"Exactly," he responded with a meaningful nod.

I pulled open one of the stoppers and sniffed the contents. The aroma was indeed fruity but truly unlike any fruit or berry I had every smelled before. I let just a drop fall on my tongue and there was an explosion of flavor. My eyes widened and I let out a gasp of surprise.

"I have never tasted anything like it." I said to everyone.

"And you never will again," the old man said.

"I should share it with everyone." I said.

"NO, I mean any therapeutic benefits would be lost." He said as he blushed.

"I understand," I replied. "You put in a great deal of work and patience into this."

"And I also believe quite a bit of love as well Warren. I mean look at this place. It's not just a workplace it's also his home." Willow said in her tender voice.

"Thank you Willow that means the world to me, and so does this place."

"To your hard work," I said raising the vial to my lips.

"To your health," Mr. DeClue said.

"To your health," Willow and Sophia joined in.

The contents of the vial were almost euphoric. I felt my skin tingling and a sense of well-being flooding me. This was followed by a slow inexorable wellspring of energy. It was like all the fatigue from the day was slowly being wiped away. I felt wide awake and razor sharp both mentally and physically.

"Wow, this beats the hell out of caffeine." I said. "How long will the effects last?"

"I am not sure," he said. "You will have to monitor your own progress and tell me. You are the first person in over a hundred years to benefit from this treatment."

"I will be very mindful then. I guess to the real business at hand then."

"The monolith," the old man spat out. "Well that's what I call it. It has been here since before this house was built. I guess you want to see it then."

"That is was brought us here." I said.

"Follow me; oh I almost forgot I will be just a minute." The old man said as he rushed off and reappeared a few minutes later huffing and puffing. "Alright now we can go."

"What was that all about," Sophia asked from behind me.

"I had to get your great-uncle's journal, you might need it." Mr. DeClue said as we followed him outside.

"Might," Willow said with a raised eyebrow. "He said that as if we had a few obstacles to overcome."

"Yeah I had the same impression." I told her.

The garden paths were laid out in a very intricate design. It made me wonder what they looked like from above. The mixture of queer bushes and trees made me think we were on safari. That feeling deepened as the bushes fell away and the trees became an orchard of a tall ancient species that defied my ability to identify them.

"Willow, any ideas what they are," I asked.

"Beats the hell out of me," she said with a shrug. "Sophia?"

"Pfft, really you are asking me! I will take a closer look but I don't think. No fucking way I do know these trees! But they are on the wrong fucking continent. The leaf coloring is all wrong but the trunk and shape of the leaves is the same."

"Your companion has a foul mouth but she is quite correct," Mr. DeClue said. "These trees have cousins in the jungles of Africa, very good Sophia."

The serpentine path opened at last and revealed a manicured lawn and at its center a nine foot tall grey obelisk. I guess this was the old man's monolith. We all walked around the thing and stared at its blank surface with disappointment. We were expecting quite a bit more. Mr. DeClue handed me my great-uncle's journal and stood aside. The entire thing was coded with cryptic symbols but there were detailed drawings of what the monolith should look like.

"What the fuck man!" I cursed. "This exterior stone shell shouldn't even be here!"

"No it shouldn't," the old man agreed. "I had it put there for extra protection of your legacy."

"YOU," I roared as I turned on him. "What gave you the right to put that in my way?"

"Your great uncle told me before he was murdered by his sister to make sure your legacy was safe. In order to do that I order that granite shell be fabricated and put in place. Several times looters have tried and failed to steal what was rightfully yours over the last twenty years."

I felt the rage leave me in an instant. I dropped to the ground like a puppet that had its strings cut.

"You were perfectly right in what you did," I said. "I commend you on your wisdom. Please forgive me on my outburst it was completely and utterly without merit."

"Sir," he began but I cut him off.

"I insist on it."

"I forgive you. If there is any assistance I can provide."

From my new vantage point I saw something that brightened my spirits. I began laughing and clapped my hands together. Willow, Sophia and the old man just looked and stared at me.

"We can do it," I cried out. "We can do it! Okay, I need a sharp metal spike, a sledgehammer and you dear sister most of all."

"Um, Warren what is going on?" Willow asked concern creeping into her voice.

"I'll explain once we get the other two things." I said.

"There is a utility house just over there where I keep the tools, lawn mowers and all of those things." DeClue said.

"Excellent! Now let me rummage through there and see if I can find what I need. Be back in just a minute or two. Sophia come with me and help me search."

"Okay," she said.

It didn't take us long to find the shed. It was large for all the tools, equipment and chemicals any gardener might need to maintain the area. The hammer was easy to find though it was covered in a layer of dust. The spike was much harder to conjure up. Sophia had to get on her belly and scoot under a pile of lumber to get the damn thing. Of course watching her ass wiggle like that made me want to reward her once this whole thing was over with. When she emerged she was a mess, but she was all smiles as she held up the object of our quest. After she handed me the spike she began patting the dust and dirt off of her. I set the spike down and helped her. I started my swatting a huge dust bunny off of her ass.

"Mmmm if you keep that up we aren't leaving this shed anytime soon Warren," she warned me.

"I understand," I growled in frustration. "Promise me later..."

She kissed me and that was all the promise I needed. When she stepped away my jeans were tented and I could easily see her nipples, in a word we were a mess. Smiling she took the hose nearby and I shook my head but that didn't stop her. She turned it on and sprayed me down and then turned it on herself. That did the trick I was deflated. Dripping wet I picked up the spike and sledgehammer and returned to others followed by the soaked Sophia. When Willow saw us she just busted out laughing. Mr. DeClue just raised an eyebrow and shook his head in complete and utter confusion.

"I don't understand," he began.

"We had a misunderstanding," I said and left it at that.

"Oh," the old man said and just smiled. "I hope things are okay between you two."

"Couldn't be better," Sophia said.

"Good, I'm glad. Now what is this plan of yours Warren?"

"It's simple in theory but relies heavily on Willow's talent."

"Talent, what talent," Willow said.

"Your singing," I said.

"Huh?"

"Come down here and take a closer look," I said and dropped down onto my belly. "See right here by the corner here. When they lowered the granite shell they must have hit something on the way down, they is a small crack here."

"But Warren that is nine feet of granite. Do you know how hard granite is?" Willow argued with me.

"Yep, but I also know about harmonics and so do you."

"Wait, you are talking about sympathetic vibrations." Sophia shouted.

"Exactly," I said looking at her proudly.

"No way," Willow said.

"You can do it," I said. "I have faith in you. Listen, I drive the spike in. You sing nice and soft and I feel the granite. When we hit that sweet spot you wail on it. When the time is right I hit the spike with the hammer and boom we put a huge crack in the granite."

"Oh," Willow said. "I thought you were expecting me to shatter the entire thing or something."

"Oh good lord no," I said. "If we can just get a nice crack going I will do the rest."

"I will try for you Warren." Willow said lovingly.

"That's my girl."

Willow collected herself while Sophia and I drove the spike into the weak spot of the granite. Once that was done we were ready to begin. Mr. DeClue watched all of this with great interest. Willow moved close to the monolith and began. She sang in a normal speaking voice volume and I directed her range with hand gestures. I closed my eyes and found myself singing along with her after a while. I had settled just my very fingertips onto the surface of the granite feeling for any vibrations. It took very subtle cues from me but somehow we actually found the 'shatter point'. I pointed to her and she knew that was the precise note to hit. I opened my eyes and moved to where the spike was and grabbed the sledgehammer.
"Let it rip," I said.

Willow nodded and opened her mouth and out came a singular note of such beauty and power that it I felt it in my chest. I raised the hammer and waited. I stared at the spike and in my head I was shouting 'come on' over and over again. Without thinking the big brother came out in me and I sang out the very same note, only an octave lower and only then did spike show signs of moving. I smashed the butt end of the spike with the sledgehammer and the shriek of stone was deafening. Willow fell back and was silent as a jagged scar ran across the face of the monolith. Then we all shouted at our triumph, even old man DeClue.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears," he said. "That was one swell duet you put on."

"Duet, what are you talking about?" I asked.

"It was the two of you." Sophia said slapping me on the back.

"Yeah, if it hadn't been for you backing me up, I never would have managed it." Willow added.

"I don't recall singing," I said.

"I imagine you were so focused on the task at hand," the old man said.

"Yeah," Sophia nodded. "You just jumped in unconsciously and helped your sister out."

"What a team we make Warren."

"Yeah, I hope what's underneath isn't damaged."

"I guess you should proceed with caution then." Mr. DeClue suggested.

"A good idea, we will keep the blunt force trauma to a minimum. I will look through the journal a bit more before we continue and then make a plan after that. Well I better go exchange these for a hammer and chisel."

"I'll go with you," Sophia offered.

"Oh hell no," Willow said. "I mean, why don't you just stay here? I am sure Warren can find those things by himself."

Taking Willow's wisdom to mind I went alone to get the tools I needed. But I still had company, the old man, who walked beside me and offered me his own advice about the monolith.

"Leave it be lad," he said as we entered the shed. "Charles had a very good reason for locking away the damned thing."

"You know that is the first time I have heard his name is my entire life. Speaking of names you haven't told me yours yet."

"You never asked," he said. "It's Darryl by the way, since you asked so nicely."

"Well Darryl, I really don't feel I have a choice in the matter. As you said earlier I am Charlie's heir. I have to solve this no matter what."

I gathered up what I needed and headed back out with Darryl right behind me. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised to find Willow and Sophia cuddled up on the ground chatting like old friends in my absence.

"...he loves a good tit fuck," Willow was saying.

"We're back," I announce.

"Welcome back," the two said in one voice.

"You my boy are in for some interesting times ahead," Darryl said laying a hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah, that's what has me worried." I said laughing.

I unfolded the stepstool and placed it next to the crack we had created. But before I could climb up to examine our handiwork Sophia was up and running her hands along the granite.

"Mind telling me what you are doing," I asked.

"Sophia spent six months working in a quarry undercover," Willow said.

"Oh," I said. "That makes perfect sense. If anyone here can pick out the strike point it would be her."

"Exactly," Sophia said. "Do you want this thing cut or shattered?"

"I want it gone so I can get at the thing underneath," I told her.

"Ah, ok then hand me the chisel and hammer I found what we need."

I dutifully handed up the tools and then grabbed her hips to hold her steady.

"MMMMM thanks, that'll make this easier and more enjoyable." Sophia purred.

"In my day women weren't so vocal about such things," Darryl said blushing.

"In your day women couldn't suck..." Sophia began but I cut her off by shaking her hips side to side.

"Enough of that soldier," I said.

"Yes Sir," she said with a wicked grin. "Found it! Okay here we go." She set the chisel into place and without hesitation struck the butt end with the hammer and the granite split into six uneven pieces and fell to the earth. I had to catch Sophia as she jumped free. As the rock dust cleared there was a pristine piece of obsidian awaiting our examination. Despite the granite being placed over it there wasn't a single scratch on the surface of crystal shaped relic. Darryl dragged a hose out and was washed the granite dust off of the glassy black block. Where the water hit imperfections on the surface could be seen now, but they were in precise patterns and seemed to form celestial designs similar to solar systems. Once the stone was clean we all took a closer look.

"So this is it," I asked.

"Yeah," Darryl replied handing me Charlie's journal again. "It's all in there. All his copious notes and how he solved the riddle. But please don't do this; he locked the Keystone away for a reason."

"I understand but we have been down this road already, I am going to unlock this stone and get the Keystone and anything else that's in there. It's my heritage not yours."

I found a dry spot and sat and skimmed through Charlie's notes. He had begun his quest to unlock the stone when he was a child. An elder cousin had brought him to the property and shown him the 'farm' as he had called it. Then he had taken him back and revealed the black crystal jutting from the earth. The strange markings called to him even as a boy of ten. It wasn't until a chance game of hide and seek in the house that he stumbled upon his father reading a strange book that he recognized the same markings. When he had asked his father what the symbols were he had told him they were his legacy, they were alchemy. Now burning with a single word in his mind he would discover the meaning behind each and every character and solve the black stone's mystery. It took him twenty long years and the theft of the Keystone to do it. The symbols on the black stone are like a combination lock. Charlie had found how to move them to unlock the safe hidden inside. That is where the Keystone was kept safe all these years. Then on the last page was a message for me.

'If you are still with us and reading this Warren my boy your legacy is inside the black stone. Darryl is a good and trustworthy man. The next words are the hardest I may ever write in my entire life. My sister who I loved the most in the entire world put me in the earth. Do not let the same happen to you, beware the women in your life and guard IT well.'

Guard what well? Guard the Keystone? Or was there something more valuable in the safe that I didn't yet know about? Thanks Charlie for such a cryptic warning! I trusted Willow with my life she would never kill me. I stood up angry at even the suggestion that Willow would betray me. I used the combination in the journal and everyone stood back and watched. One by one I pushed and shifted each of the symbols on the six sides of the black stone until they were in the correct celestial position. The thing rumbled as the ancient tumblers shifted into place and with a loud clang the safe unlocked. The door didn't open, but then there was forty years' worth of crap collected around the seam and so I reached down and took out the knife I always carried with me. The moment the blade cleared the sheath it was wrenched from my hand and now clung to the surface of the safe. Willow stepped forward and her necklace was ripped from her throat in a similar fashion. Sophia worked her way towards the thing but nothing happened.

"It's just those two items, weird," I said as I walked towards the black stone.

"I agree, but why those two," Sophia asked.

"I think the answer is in the safe." Willow said. "Warren if you will do the honors."

"Here lad, use this," Darryl said handing me the chisel to clean away the crap that was keeping the door from opening.

I used the sharp edge of the tool and cleared away the stuff clogging the safe's door. There was groaning and moaning then suddenly it violently swung open. My knife and my sister's cross were still stuck to the door of the safe. I decided to completely clear out the contents of the safe to see what my legacy entailed exactly. My first glance at the interior spoke volumes about Charlie's state of mind at the time he closed the safe. It appeared he had shoved at much in as quickly as he could; in a word it was a mess. I gently pulled the papers out and flattened them as I set them on dry ground. Then came a dozen or so hard bound books along with a singular leather bound case. Below those were something wrapped in black cloth. When I removed that from the safe, my knife and the cross flew towards me. Instinctively I turned away and felt the sting of the knife as it stuck into my back. I unwrapped the object and saw a huge leather bound book. Upon the cover of the book was a black crescent moon and I knew this was the thing drawing the knife and cross to it. I tore the crescent shape from the cover and only then could Sophia pull the knife from my back.

"The cut isn't deep, you're lucky." Sophia said as she stitched me up.

"These three things are somehow connected," Willow said. "...But how?"

"Willow do you have a fingernail file in your purse?" I asked. I got a raised eyebrow at that little question.

"Of course I do but why?" She asked.

"When is a knife not a knife?" Sophia asked.

"Exactly," I said. Willow handed me the file and I unscrewed the screws that held on the handle of the knife. Once the screws were removed the handle still remained. It wasn't until I pushed the two halves away from the blade that the secret was revealed. Two powerful magnets, one in each half of the handle held it on. The blade itself was one long solid piece of metal, but there was no manufacturers mark anywhere on it.

"It's a beautiful blade," Sophia said. "Looks wicked sharp; you must take really great care of it."

"Actually I can't remember the last time I sharpened it."

As I sat on the ground with Sophia working on the wound in my back, I examined the knife blade, the cross and the book. Willow sat beside me and watched as my mind worked on the problem, my legacy lay in the palm of my hand literally. I set my knife aside for the moment and looked at her cross. It wasn't your typical cross you would buy in any store today. It had been given to her when her Aunt Sandy had been killed in a car crash. The cross part itself was about four inches square but it was the wicked looking sickle below that, that added another three inches to its total length. When I turned the crossover I saw that the gold that had been added to it had been scratched off the back. The cross was made of the same odd dull gray alloy as the knife and the crescent.

"I need a wire brush and a bucket of water, sorry Willow," I said.

"Warren!" She said then calmed down when I showed her the back of the cross. "Oh, it's not really mine at all but part of your legacy, I see."

"That makes it part of our legacy silly," I told her. "We are family."

"Yes we are," she said smiling. "I'll help find the brush."

"You are cruel to lie to her like that," Darryl said.

"I meant what I said. I mean to share this legacy." I said.

"And if you can't." Darryl replied.

I didn't reply. He was right of course. It was quite possible that this was something I couldn't share with her. But if I could I would. Willow returned with the wire brush but she stretched out her hand for the cross. I understood of course if anyone was going to scraped the gold from that cherished item, it was going to be her. She took the bucket and brush and moved off by herself to do it. There were times I thought I heard her sob but I knew if I went to her it would only make things worse.

I delved into Charlie's papers while Willow was busy and discovered they were land deeds and mineral rite claims. I didn't understand them so I guessed I was going to be hiring a lawyer. That was until Sophia looked over my shoulder and explained them to me. I was correct about the land deeds. There were twenty or so properties that now apparently belonged to me now, if they hadn't been lost due to back taxes. The other papers were indeed mineral rights to fifty or so properties all over the state. I would have to do some research to see if any wealth could be had from said properties.

Next I turned my attention on the small leather case. I opened it and found six small bottles stoppered and sealed with dark wax. The interior of the case was lined with what appeared to be ruby silk and in the lid was stitch a single word in brilliant white letters Amaranth.

"Amaranth," I said aloud.

"An exceedingly rare species but I have a sample of them here in your garden Warren, if you'd like to see it?" Darryl said.

"Yes, yes I would," I said getting up with help from Sophia, so as not to tear my stiches.

"Follow me," he said. I pursed my lips together and sent out a loud clear whistle.

"Hey sis, come on," I shouted. She got up, dried her eyes and ran in our direction.

Darryl led us deep into the garden and the flowery scent was amazing. Then the trees gave way and there was a single rose bush. Even though the roses weren't blooming their color was amazing! Their petals were a silvery white and had an untarnished quality to them.

"They only bloom at night and usually only under a full moon," Darryl said.

"I have never heard of them before," I said.

"That is because they are legend," Sophia said. "They don't really exist."

"What?" Willow said.

"The Amaranth is a tale that is told in the Middle East. When God cast Cain out into the land of Nod, it is said he took pity on him. The Almighty plucked a single perfect bloom from the Garden of Eden and gave it to him, a sign of hope for all mankind."

"So are you telling me that this bush is a descendent of that very rose?" I asked.

"I am," Darryl said.

"Bullshit," Sophia said storming off.

"She has no faith," Darryl said.

"She is a soldier," I replied.

"What do you believe Warren?" Darryl asked.

I paused and looked at the rose, leaned down and took in its scent. It was part of the fruity drink I had drunk earlier. I reached back and felt where the knife had struck me. It wasn't even tender to the touch. My eyes much have betrayed me. Willow grabbed me and spun me around.

"Warren, your back," she shouted. This brought Sophia sprinting back.

"What's wrong... oh my fucking god! How the hell," Sophia asked.

"Faith young lady," Darryl said.

"Here," Willow said handing me her cross. "Even if you can't share your legacy I want you to have it."

"Speaking of faith," Darryl said. "You do your family proud Willow."

"No, I love my brother more than anything." She said. "...More than family, or legacies or anything."

"Thanks Willow," I said hugging her fiercely. "Now let's see what these three things make up, shall we."

We walked up to the safe and I picked up the book and tore the crescent moon from its cover. I could see Darryl wince when I did that. I felt more than a little satisfaction seeing that. I held the crescent in one hand and the blade and cross in the other. With an instinctual move I tossed the three of them to the ground and like three magnets they stuck together as one piece in one cohesive shape. I leaned down, picked it up and we all looked at it. The blade formed the base of the shape, at the top half of the blade was the crescent moon with its horns facing upwards and a bit of the tip of the blade bisecting the bowl of the moon. At the bottom half of the blade was the cross with the sickle facing downwards towards the tang or base of the blade and the cross itself pointing up at the bottom of the moon.

I decided legacy for one day. I placed all the deeds and mineral right papers inside Charlie's Journal that I would keep. The Keystone and the leather case went back into the safe, minus one tube I kept for myself out of curiosity of course. The sacred symbol, as I call it, I put in my back pocket and would my due diligence to discover its meaning. Darryl informed me he was retiring but his niece was taking over after she graduated in the fall. He did however slip me a small hardbound notebook.

"That is the recipe for the contents you drank when you first arrived," he said cheerily. "It's an old Family secret and should remain with the Family. Please feel free to stop by anytime and have a cup of tea, I grow my own by the way."

We said our goodbyes and Sophia got behind the wheel of her car and was glad to be leaving. She started the engine, shivered then shoved it into gear and floored it. We put on some lively music, put the top down and relaxed. While the others were chatting I reached into my pocket, pulled out the vial of 'Amaranth', popped the wax sealed cork and downed the contents. Both Sophia and Willow had both seen what I had done.

"What did you just do?" They both cried out.

"Just a little experiment," I said.

"Little experiment," Sophia said her protective anger rising.

"God damn it Warren, that stuff could kill you!" Willow screamed.

It didn't kill me. It didn't make me sick. That made them breath a huge sigh of relief after ten minutes had passed.

"Oh thank goodness," Willow said after I didn't start to wretch or foam at the mouth. But Sophia wasn't so kind, she pulled the car over and bitch slapped me for all she was worth.

"That was for being so god damn stupid!" She snarled.

"You care," I said and she went white, then red and then looked at Willow who nodded.

Sophia grabbed me and kissed me as if it were the very last kiss she would ever give or receive. Then she broke the kiss and slapped me again for good measure.

"Don't do that ever again, got it?" She said smiling now.

"I got it," I said holding the tender side of my face. "Damn the Irish are hot headed!"

"I am French," she roared and then grinned at Willow.

"Damn Redheads," I spat as Sophia gunned the car forward again.

"Oh hell," Willow said. "He's in lust."

"I know," Sophia said.

The Fuck Off:

The time went by faster than imagined it would. Sophia became a part of the household with little or no fuss once her place in the pecking order was established. She was to be a live in maid and be my secretary as needs be. With those papers from the safe in hand her services proved quite helpful indeed. While I was off on morning runs, Sophia was off running down addresses and taking copious notes about each and every one of them. Only after she had finished the entire lot of them did she say a single word to me. But sadly that was going to have to wait because by that time the Old Vampire had summoned me for my final visit before the Fuck Off.

I arrived at her mansion and it was as overwhelming as ever. She was unchanged at the ancient tree out front, withered but unwilling to bend to Mother Nature's call to the grave. As on each prior visit she was dressed in a different fashion, this time was far more regal.

"Grandmother you look absolutely stunning," I said kissing her hand.

"Liar, but I do appreciate the compliment Warren. You on the other hand look amazing! But that would be all the physical training you have been doing for the upcoming event."

"I have been working my ass off," I told her.

"All your hard work will be worth it. Follow me I have a treat for you." She said.

She led me on a complete tour of the first floor including the library. I couldn't help but notice a certain volume of books with one book missing. It was the Codex and the missing item was the Keystone. I tried not to stare but I think she caught me looking at the blank spot on the shelf.

"Oh you noticed," she said sadly. "It is sad but that is the tome my brother stole. We never managed to recover it."

"Was it valuable?"

"Priceless," she said. "...As are many of the works on these shelves. But that set is incomplete because of his treachery."
"Why, did you ever discover why he took it?"

"No, that is the one mystery he took to the grave. He went mad at the end and was babbling incoherently. I fear before I perish that I may never uncover what drove that man insane."

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright Warren that was before you were even born."

"Still, I think how close Willow and I are." I said and stopped. "I said too much."

"No, it's alright; follow me we are almost there." She said as she pushed one of the tapestries aside to reveal a hidden door. She opened the door and we stepped inside. The floor was white marble but the walls and ceiling were black marble. The silver sconces on the walls lit up with a blue flame illuminating the room as the door closed behind us. Grandma directed my gaze to each wall in a specific order.

"The West Wall," she said and there was the stylized cross etched into the marble three feet high. Then she turned me to face the next direction. "The North Wall," she said reverently. A downward facing sword cut into the marble illuminated by the shimmering blue flame. "The East Wall," she said turning me to face the crescent moon with its horns turned up to the ceiling. "And at the last the South Wall my heir," she whispered and we turned to face the complete design that even now was in my back pocket. I was a fool to bring it with me! "

"This is the sign of our house, this is your sign," the Old Vampire said as she ushered me towards it. There were two of the sconces shedding their blue flame over the sigil that was the Family crest. As we got nearer the Great Seal itself began to glow, just along the edges at first but brighter the nearer we got, I got to the thing.

"Is it supposed to do that?" I asked. She looked from me to the seal in something between joy and confusion.

"It has never done that before," she said. "Reach out to the Great Seal Warren as it reaches out to you."

"If that's what you want," I said not wanting to get anywhere near this thing.

I lifted up my arm and the inner part of the seal was not only got bright but hot. Then I felt the old bitch shove me forward and that's when things went white then black. The next thing I know I am being pulled to my feet and standing naked before twelve men and women. They are sitting around a marble table that is equal parts white and black. Even my addled senses realize these are the Elders of the Family. Not sure what to do I drop to one knee and bow.

"He has excellent manners for someone with no name," says an Asian woman.

"But there is the stench of mortality about him," says a black man whose skin is so dark he makes the marble light by comparison. "Rinse the stench from him!"

Hooded figures carrying buckets toss ice cold water over me but I refuse to cry out or rise up, I just clench my teeth and shiver.

"Still the stench clings to him," a gorgeous Latin woman says. "I fear only fire can cleanse him.

A second group of hooded figures arrive and dump some sort of slime on top of me. Then a lit torch it brought forth and I fight the urge to flee with everything I have.

"Light it," the woman says without a single hint of emotion.

Whoosh, I feel the heat but the gel does not burn my skin or hair. After ten seconds a heavy tarp is thrown over me and the fire goes out. The tarp is drug off of me and the Elders are now standing.

"He has passed the Great Seal. He has passed the burning ice and the fire that does not burn. What say you," said the Unseen voice.

"Aye," said the entire council of Elders.

"Then make him ready," said a man with a heavy Aussie accent.

I was helped, half carried, from the council chamber to a shower where three lovely girls hand washed me from top to bottom. Then I was given a manicure and a pedicure. My hair was cut and even the hairs on the bridge of my nose were waxed, yikes! They offered to shave my privates but that was a little too personal for my likes. Then I saw the gal who was going to do it and waved her in, what the hell. In the end I was dressed in something very like a Japanese kimono but on the back was the Great Seal. I carried no sword and for that I was grateful. Once I was prepared I was led out a different door and down a different hallway. At the end of the hall was a double door and waiting in front of it was the Old Vampire. I was surprised at how plainly she was dressed compared to me. The two young ladies stopped just before the doors and each kissed a different cheek and headed back up the hall.

"What's going on and why didn't you warn me," I asked her.

"Tradition," she said. "When a new head of the Family is installed there is a bit of a hazing ritual."

"So burning my clothes off of me was part of it," I asked her.

"No," she said frowning. "We need to talk about that later. But now, we need to celebrate a new era for the Family."

The doors opened as she said those words and the room beyond were filled with elegantly dressed people. These were the most powerful people on the planet and my family, The Family.