by Lola Swain
Papa handed us each our knife.
“This is your second gift, my children,” Papa said. “These knives are just for you. Use them as you have to, but always ensure the reason is valid. You must not waste a drop of your energy on something that doesn’t matter. Be careful with these children, they are not toys. They are power.”
We stood in a circle around David and Yvonne. David stared at the ceiling mumbling something I couldn’t figure out while Yvonne moaned and cried. She closed her eyes and said idiotic prayers as if they would save her.
“Stupid sheep,” I said.
“Yes, Lyric,” Papa said and kissed my forehead, “they are stupid sheep.”
We all looked to him for his command and it came finally as Yvonne’s prayer to her false profit became louder.
“Now!” Papa said and growled.
And at once, all six of us were on top of Yvonne and David. We hacked at their bodies with our blades. We ripped skin from bone, pierced arteries and severed capillaries. We six screamed and cried out as loud as they did. We covered ourselves in their blood and slashed at skin and chopped at bone. Fillets of flesh and fragments of splintered bone flew all around us long after they died. After we completely tore them to bits as if we were a pack of wild beasts, we laid on top of their mutilated bodies.
I felt an odd surge as I lay on top of the remains, as if someone stuck my fingers in an electrical outlet while I stood in a puddle. The hair on the back of my neck stood and I shivered as I heard some sort of crackling inside my brain. My brothers and sisters felt the same.
Saturday, August, 24th, we were forever changed.
The next morning, we all sat around the dining room as Carla served us coffee.
“So, did my babies have a nice birthday?” she asked.
“Did we ever,” Nico said and we all laughed.
“Ah,” Papa said as he came into the room, “here are my beautiful young ladies and gentlemen! What are we talking about?”
“Lyric’s next victim,” Julian said.
“Shut the fuck up,” I said and threw a croissant at his head.
“Such brash language from that beautiful mouth, Lyric,” Papa said. “What do you mean…victim?”
“Lyric declared she wants a boyfriend and she chose him,” Serene said.
“A boyfriend, Lyric?” Papa said. “You aren’t wasting any time. Be careful, my angel. You must keep up your studies. Tell me about this victim, um, boyfriend.”
“It’s him,” I said and pushed last year’s yearbook in front of Papa’s face.
I scrambled into Papa’s lap and looked at his picture with him.
“Oh, I see.” Papa said and stroked my hair. “Giovanni Teresi. Italian. Very nice.”
“Isn’t he beautiful, Papa?” I said.
“Yes, very handsome, my darling. But don’t you think he’s a bit old for you?”
I was deflated.
“That’s what I said, Papa,” Julian said. “I told her Professor Teresi will want nothing to do with her.”
I blushed and hung my head.
“Julian, don’t defeat your sister,” Papa said. “Lyric, do you think you can have this man?”
“I thought I could,” I said and hung my head. “At least I did until they all made fun of me.”
“Lyric,” Papa said and lifted my chin, “don’t mumble, it makes you ugly. Get up from the table and walk to the mirror.”
I left Papa’s lap and stood in front of the antique full-length mirror in the corner of our dining room.
“Now, tell us what you see,” Papa said.
I stared at myself. The sun shone through my white nightgown and I saw the curves of my big tits, the swell of my hips and my long legs. I turned to the side and gazed at my plump, tight ass. I turned toward the mirror again and studied my face. I have large almond-shaped eyes framed by long, dark lashes, a cute little nose and full, red lips. Papa tells me my lips look as if they are stained from sucking on bushels of cherries.
“I see a beautiful girl,” I said.
“And that is what we all see too,” Papa said. “Do you see a girl who can command this teacher…this Professor Teresi?”
I turned and looked at Papa. His eyes burned into mine and I felt the electricity coursing through me again. Goosebumps sprang up all over my body.
“Yes, Papa,” I said. “Or kill trying.”
“Wake up, sleepy head,” my brother Nico said into my ear as he slid into my bed. “It’s time for school.”
I turned on my side toward my window and struggled to open my eyes. It was still dark out, though the sky was orangy-purple around the Manhattan buildings. It was our first day of school and we were seniors. I was a tingly mess. Beside the fact that I had Nico’s big cock poking me in the ass, I would see the man that I fantasized about all summer long…Giovanni Teresi, one of the professors at Wilton Day.
“What time is it?” I said and yawned.
Nico pressed the front of his hard body into my back and ran his hand down my side. I backed my ass into his cock and pressed it firmly against his hard bulge.
“Oh, probably five or so,” he said.
Nico brushed my hair aside and ran his tongue up and down the back of my neck.
“I want to fuck, Lyric,” Nico said into my ear.
I did too. I hadn’t had a man since we were all deflowered in our ritual. Papa held the ritual when we turned eighteen. It was torture waiting that long for something we always wanted, but it turned out it was worth the wait. On the day of the ritual, my sisters and I fucked and killed the first man Papa brought to us. Our brothers fucked and killed the first woman Papa brought to them. It was as Papa drilled into our heads our entire lives. It was his will. And his will was done.
“I don’t have time for boys, Nico,” I said. “I will be seeing Professor Teresi in a few short hours.”
“You’re still going on about him?” Nico said and grabbed my hips and pressed my ass into his cock. “He’s not going to have you, Lyric. We’ve told you this. You’re setting yourself up for a big fall.”
“He will have me,” I said and dug my fingernails into Nico’s thigh. “I demand it.”
“And I demand, you!” Nico said and pushed my chiffon nightgown up over my thighs to my waist. “Such a lovely ass you have, Lyric. Shall I shove my cock into that plump ass?”
“No!” I said and tensed.
“And what makes you think you have a choice, sister?” Nico said and pushed his hands between my legs and rubbed my pussy. “It feels like you’re ready for whatever I have to give you.”
Nico ran his fingertips between the wet folds of my pussy lips as he breathed into my ear. He nibbled on my ear lobe and swirled his damp fingers around my clit. He gave me shivers that started in the back of my legs and ran up my ass to my lower back. I pressed my foot into the mattress and spread my legs apart to give him better access to my pussy. I bounced up and down on the bed as I grinded my pussy against his hand and my ass against his hard cock.
“Fuck, Lyric,” Nico said into my ear, “you’re ready. Take that nightgown off.”
I got up on my knees and slowly lifted my nightgown over my head and threw it on the floor. Nico stood from the bed and yanked his boxer briefs down. His cock sprang out and pointed straight to the ceiling. He bit his full bottom lip and jacked his cock slowly in front of me. I grabbed my tits and tweaked my nipples. Watching Nico turned me on and I was excited at the thought of what was to come.
Nico is a beautiful boy. His mother was creole and Italian, an absolutely stunning woman. Stunning, that is, until she slit her own throat open with a jagged shard of glass when Papa came to take Nico from her. Nico has smooth skin, the color of coffee blended with heavy cream and hazel eyes which glitter with green flecks. Mica eyes, our maid Carla calls them. He is an absolutely perfect specimen of a man. But then, our father chose all of our mothers to ensure all his children were perfect specimens.
“You want to take me like this, brother?”
I said after I got on my hands and knees in the middle of my bed.
Nico knelt on the bed behind me and reached up between my spread legs and rubbed my wet pussy. His fingers probed at my pussy as he pushed my legs further apart with his knees. He laid his palm on my clit and pressed. Nico rubbed my clit with his palm almost as good as I do it and he made me very dizzy. My pussy was so wet, his palm glided across my throbbing clit with ease and I almost came. He stopped rubbing my clit and he grabbed my hips and yanked me toward him. He parted my ass cheeks with one hand as he shoved his cock between my legs and grinded it against my pussy lips.
“Tell me you want me,” Nico said as he flicked the meaty head of his cock back and forth across my clit. “Tell me that you want me to fuck you hard. Now!”
“I want you to fuck me hard!” I said as I pumped my ass back and forth against his hard, rippled stomach.
He pressed the head of his cock against the opening of my pussy as he moved his hips forward. My pussy stretched a bit to let him in and he inched the head of his cock into my cunt and then remained still.
“Do you want more?” Nico said.
“Yes…I want it all,” I said.
“You are such a fucking little slut,” Nico said as he pushed his cock inside me a little further. “I wonder if Papa knows what a slut sweet Lyric is?”
Painfully slow, he eased a bit more of his cock into me and stopped again when he was into my pussy mid-shaft. It was maddening, really. I wanted to feel his wide, hard dick stuff me deep. But he was perfectly still and just wanted to tease me. So I took matters into my own…well, into my own cunt.
“Fuck you,” I said.
I jammed my ass backward toward him and impaled my pussy onto his cock. I rocked back and forth on my knees slamming my pussy back and forth over his rod. I took him in all the way to the wide root of his cock and back out to its thick head. Nico moaned and reached around my hips and rubbed my clit with his fingers. My pussy was filled with his beautiful mocha cock and I felt I would never get enough of it. I backed my ass all the way up into him and he leaned forward and rested his chest on my back. He rubbed my clit quicker and reached toward my tits with his other hand and pinched one of my nipples.
“I’m going to shoot a load deep into that tight pussy!” Nico said. “Cum around my cock, you little slut. Be a good sister and cum around my cock.”
Nico increased the pressure against my clit and I felt that delicious tingle crawling up the back of my legs, through my ass and explode in my pussy.
“Don’t fucking stop,” I said as I came. “I’m cumming around your cock!”
The muscles in my pussy constricted hard against Nico’s cock and he pumped his hips back and forth as my cunt gripped his shaft.
“Fuck!” Nico said as his body shook violently against mine.
He released my nipple and my clit, dug his fingers in my hips and slammed my cunt back against his cock as he rose up on his knees. He lifted me off the bed as he came inside me and pulled my hips back into his body.
“Fucking tight, slut!” he said and I felt his warm cum pump into my pussy.
He forced me flat on my stomach and lay on top of me. He nibbled at my earlobe and ran his fingers through my hair as we both tried to calm our breathing. His cock stayed hard inside my pussy for a while and I wiggled my ass back and forth against his stomach and he moaned.
“Lyric,” he said and chuckled, “that is what got us into this in the first place.”
We both laughed and I relaxed my pussy muscles to allow his cock’s retreat.
“We better get up now,” I said as I slid out from under Nico and stood next to my bed. “It’s six-thirty and I have to start getting ready.”
“Are you still not interested in boys, Lyric?” Nico said as he flipped over on his back and stretched out on my bed. “Do you still have Professor Teresi in your innocent brain?”
“I want Professor Teresi, Nico,” I said as I pulled my nightgown on, “and I will have him. I always get what I want.”
You may think what happened between me and Nico weird or depraved or even insane. But Papa instructed us that there are no rules when it comes to want and no boundaries when it comes to desire. You take responsibility for your cravings and you sate. And I never had one of my brothers. There should be a first time for everything.
And he was fucking incredible.
I showered and dressed in my uniform and joined my brothers and sisters in the dining room for coffee. Carla wheeled a tray with fruit and pastries into the room and made us gather by the window to take a picture for our first day.
“Ah, look at my beautiful children!” Carla said as she looked at the picture. “I am so proud of all of my children. Now eat, the car will be here in thirty minutes.”
Carla was more a mother to us than our mothers were. Papa took us all from our mothers we turned six years and six months old. On the night he impregnated our mothers, Papa told them that he would come for us at that time and he did. He also told our mothers after he fucked his seed into them, they would kill themselves on that day and they did. Papa’s predictions always come true.
“Here you are,” Papa said as he strolled into the dining room and took a cup of coffee off the cart. “My, how smart you all look.”
Papa showered us with attention since we came to live with him. He’s not the cold person you think he is. As I’ve said, there is no ugly Beelzebub or horned creature named Lucifer…there is only Lucien Trucido, Papa to us. A man you’d fuck if you stumbled across him.
“Serene,” my brother Julian said, “do you have Professor Garrison for Chemistry this year?”
“No, I have Talbot. Lyric, who do you have?”
“Lyric only cares about her Literature teacher this year, isn’t that right, Lyric?” my sister Rose said.
“Yeah, we talked about that earlier didn’t we, Lyric?” Nico said and pinched my arm.
“Papa,” I said, “tell them all to leave me alone. I never tease them about who they want. Alexander wanted that horrid Marci Gold from the ice cream shop and I never gave him a hard time about that. Yet, they all tease me.”
“Lyric’s right,” Papa said, “you should support your sister. We all know how it feels to have a tender heart.”
My brothers and sisters hung their heads and I raised mine higher. Papa smiled and sat at the head of the table.
“Thank you, Papa,” I said. “They all know how I feel about Giovanni Teresi and they should be supporting me.”
“Lyric,” Alexander said, “we just don’t want you to get shot down. Professor Teresi seems like a pretty straight arrow. Besides, he’s married and his wife is fucking hot!”
“Don’t be crude,” Carla said and smacked Alexander on the hand with Papa’s newspaper. “I don’t know about this hot nonsense that you speak of, Alexander, but I do know that the three most beautiful girls in the world are sitting in this room.”
“Carla is right,” Papa said and chuckled. “Alexander, even the straightest arrow can be bent as long as you don’t give your intentions away before your opponent is under your control.”
“Didn’t Sun Tzu say that?” Nico said.
“No,” Papa said with a twinkle in his eye, “I did.”
The doorman came over the intercom to let us know our car was downstairs. We all downed our coffee and grabbed our book bags and kissed Papa goodbye. He grabbed my arm as I walked away.
“Lyric, what is it you ultimately want from this Professor Teresi?”
“As you’ve always taught us,” I said and kissed him on the cheek, “complete worship. The ultimate gain is always complete worship.”
While my brothers and sisters chattered excitedly in the car on the way to school, I fixed my makeup and tried to meditate a bit to calm the flutters assaulting my tummy. I stared at Professor Teresi’s photo all summer long. This is the first year I have one of his classes and I was so excited I could pee my pants. Plus, I wanted to prove my brothers and sisters wrong.
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When the car arrived at the entrance to Wilton Day, we looked out the window to see familiar faces and some new faces milling about behind the gates. We filed out of the Town Car and walked up the stairs to the double doors of the school. I watched the girls fawn all over my brothers and I felt a bit jealous. The boys in school didn’t interest me as much as they did my sisters. I only had one man on my mind.
“How are you feeling, Lyric?” Nico said as he held the door open for me.
“My pussy hurts. You fucked me hard,” I said and giggled.
“I’ll make it hurt again tonight, if I don’t have another date,” he said.
“Please, don’t do me any favors,” I said and walked down the hall toward my first class.
I don’t have any classes with my brothers and sisters this year. The Headmaster decided to separate us for our senior year. He told our father that we should have a chance to make new connections during our last year in high school. But we aren’t interested in other people, we only need each other. I suspect he questions the fact that we’re all smart and wants to see if we cheated off each other to get our perfect GPA’s. But, we don’t cheat. We really are that smart. Papa demands it.
“Lyric, hello,” Julia Carmichael said as she plopped down at the desk beside me. “How was your summer?”
Julia Carmichael is a pretty girl who lives in the building next to ours with her mother and her mother’s new super-rich boyfriend. She is also a big old whore. Rose said she was always trying to shower with her in the girl’s locker room. Now that we’re able to freely pick and choose our partners, I bet Rose will go for it if Julia wants it again. I know I would.
“It was fantastic,” I said. “We had the most amazing time in Madrid in June and of course, our birthdays were awesome.”
“That’s right…your birthdays. I was just talking to my mother about how odd it is that you all were born on the same day. Totally crazy.”
“Yes, crazy,” I said. “How was your summer?”
“Eh,” she said and groaned. “You know, Austria for those horrible riding lessons my mother insists on. Talk about crazy. Who in their right fucking mind insists a Manhattan child is versed in riding? And speaking of riding, Lyric, there is one thing I would love to ride!”
