Sister Daddy

TITLE: Sister Daddy
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Therese/Jeanette
NOTE: For the Vampire: The Masquerade purists out there, I'd like to say that I've only played the Bloodlines PC game, so it's more than possible I missed some vital detail. Then again, considering the nature of this fic...
WARNING: This little PWP is a futanari fic. A somewhat weird futanari fic. We're talking about a girl with more than one dick here. If this is not your thing, I really urge you not to read this.


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Therese Voerman touched the warm bathwater with her hand and suppressed the small smile playing around her lips. Undeath had few pleasures, but bathing was still one of them, so Therese usually found some time at the end of a busy night to indulge herself in the windowless bathroom.

Pleased that the water had the right temperature, Therese removed her hand and slipped into the bath, breathing just enough to let out a satisfied sigh.

"Well, don't you look happy. Someone decided to name you Empress of the World or something?"

Therese looked up to see Jeanette smiling at her from behind the mirror.

"I am trying to have a relaxing bath here. So would you kindly go away?"

"Aw, but I'm enjoying the view here," Jeanette said.

"Jeanette, please," Therese sighed.

"Fine, fine," said Jeanette, rolling her eyes. Then she smiled in a way that suggested heavily corrupted innocence. Which, in Therese's opinion, was the only kind of smile she had. "I'll need some help getting out, though," she said, sticking her arm out the mirror. "Mind giving me a pull."

Therese shook her head, got out of her nice bath, ignored Jeanette's delighted purr of 'oh, nice', took her sister's hand and pulled her out of the mirror.

"Thanks," said Jeanette as she set foot on the bathroom floor. "It was pretty cramped in there."

Therese let go of Jeanette's hand and stepped back, a disgusted look on her face.

"What?" said Jeanette.

"You're naked," Therese spat.

"Yeah? So are you."

"I was about to have a bath before you decided to barge in."

"Well, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable by being overdressed."

"You? Overdressed?" Therese scoffed. "Jeanette, you have only one real look and that is that of a faux-Catholic schoolgirl who has just walked off the set of a sadomasochistic pornography film."

Jeanette giggled. "Aw, I didn't know you knew such big, dirty words. Whatever would father say?"

"He'd say the exact same thing," Therese said.

"Yeah," said Jeanette, "Only he'd approve of my look."

"Believe what you will," Therese said. "Now please leave."

"Aw, but I'm here now," Jeanette said. She walked closer to her sister until their breasts touched each other and then took one more step. Grinning, she put her arms around Therese's shoulders. "So how about making your dirty sister all clean again in that nice bath of yours?"

Therese looked the other way and tried to pretend that she felt nothing but disgust at Jeanette's insinuations. "I shall do no such thing. Now go away."

Jeanette laughed, put a hand on Therese's cheek and turned her head so that they were facing each other again. Then, before Therese could do anything else, Jeanette kissed her. At first, Jeanette's kiss was nothing but roughly pressing her lips against Therese's, but as Therese relaxed and even put her hands on Jeanette's pale back, the kiss softened and intensified.

Therese's eyes flew open and she stumbled backwards.

"You... you filthy..."

"Whore? Slut?" Jeanette said. "Well, whatever I am, you are too."

"I most certainly..." Therese began and then stopped. "Be that as it may, you delight in such... such... depravity and I do not."

"Oh, but I think you do, my darling sister," Jeanette said, stepping closer to Therese and tracing her bare shoulder with her fingers. "You know, I always thought that, deep down inside, you wanted to be me. But in fact you just want me. Isn't that right?"

"Of... of course not," Therese said feebly.

Jeanette smiled. "Methinks the lady doth protest too much," she said. "Tell me, you weren't mad at me for sleeping around with other people because it was slutty or un-Kindred or whatever, you were mad because I wasn't sleeping with you, weren't you?"

"That's not true. However, it wouldn't hurt to have a little more dignity."

"Aw, thanks sis," Jeanette said. "I guess you really do love me after all."

"There was ever any real doubt? I didn't sire you because you annoy me on a nightly basis."

"Well, I guess that's true," Jeanette said.

Without Therese really noticing, Jeanette had advanced far enough for her breasts to once again press hard against her own. Unfortunately, this time, the wall was right behind Therese, making it rather more difficult to step away from her. Although... she wasn't quite sure she really wanted to. Or, perhaps rather, she was quite sure she didn't want to. Which, in turn, made her sure she wanted to.

"Well, don't worry sis," Jeanette whispered in a way that made Therese shudder. "I'll take daddy's place if you want. Except that when I say I love you, I'll actually mean it."

Therese felt surprise at not feeling the need to chew Jeanette out for her slander of Father, but it was quickly smothered by the tantalising sensation of her sister's presence.

"Oh, but I can't replace daddy, can I?" Jeanette pouted. "Well... not yet."

"What do you mean?"

Grinning, Jeanette took a step away from Therese and with a delighted moan slipped her hand between her legs. Therese's eyes narrowed at the sheer shamelessness of Jeanette daring to masturbate in front of her. Especially when she'd all but promised to...

Moaning, her eyes closed, Jeanette stroked herself and then cupped something. Astonishment washed over Therese as, before her eyes, expertly guided by Jeanette fingers, her sister grew a pale, bloodgorged cock.

"How...?"

Jeanette smiled wickedly. "Like it?" she said, stroking her new shaft. "I know I do."

"It certainly is... different," Therese said, unable to take her eyes off her sister's cock.

"Wow, that's a lot of praise coming from you. But I'm not content being the man daddy was. You deserve better, after all."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see."

Jeanette let go of her cock and used both hand to cup the underside of her breasts, as if presenting them to Therese. Therese debated with herself whether or not to accept the invitation before she realised Jeanette was just put on a little a show. Pretty soon, Jeanette was fondling and squeezing her own breasts, an expression of joyous rapture on her face.

And then her breasts... changed. Her nipples turned purple and under Jeanette's ecstatic moans, two more cocks grew from her breasts, as big and hard as the one between her legs.

"How do you like that?"

Therese couldn't find the words. Some part of her wanted to say that Jeanette truly was nothing but a disgusting, sinful abomination. The rest of her, the overwhelming majority of her, just wanted her in all her sinful, abominable glory.

Silently, Therese walked towards Jeanette and wrapped her fingers around the cock coming from her sister's right breast. Jeanette's smile turned into a moan when Therese began stroking the shaft up and down.

"Only someone with a mind as diseased as yours could come up with this," Therese breathed.

"Don't I know it," Jeanette moaned. "And aren't you glad I did?"

"Oh yes."

"Good."

With one quick movement, Therese found herself lifted up and pressed against the wall, Jeanette's lips pressed against her own and all three of her sister's cocks pressed against her body. Too busy playing with her sister's tongue to think, Therese instinctively allowed her blood to flow, preparing her body for what she wanted.

Therese soon found herself if not impaled, then at least filled by Jeanette's cock as it thrust into her pussy. It was actually quite amazing how smoothly Therese accepted Jeanette's cock, considering her cold, undead body wasn't all that wet. Of course, such considerations were but trifling little details when her sister was fucking her. Therese broke lip contact and moaned with pleasure, arms and legs wrapped around her sister. It was true that ever since Father's death and her own undeath she had never truly experienced the joys of the flesh again, but she felt confident that her sister's cock would go a long way in rectifying that. Very confident, in fact. More confident with every thrust of her sister, of which there were many.

Through the lust-filled haze of her mind, Therese realised that only one of her sister's cocks was inside of her, a situation that simply would not do. Leaning down, Therese managed to wrap her lips around one of Jeanette's breast-cocks and sucked it into her mouth, making her sister groan with pleasure. Jeanette grabbed Therese's hair and moved frantically to fuck her mouth and pussy in perfect, perverted harmony. Therese, for her part, licked and sucked her sister's cock as best she could and even managed to grab her other breast-cock and jerk it. The moans and groans caused by all this attention pleasured Therese almost as much as the cock filling her pussy. Almost.

"Didn't... expect..." Jeanette moaned. "God, you're..."

If she wasn't so busy sucking her sister's cock, Therese would've grinned. Clearly Jeanette had forgotten that Father had taught her a thing or two. And, just to further prove her point, Therese tightened her pussy around Jeanette's cock.

Jeanette squealed with surprise and pulled back, shuddering. Both her breast-cocks escaped Therese's mouth and hand and, twitching, they coated Therese's chin and breasts with semen as her third cock filled her pussy. Therese felt perversly pleased to see her sister overcome by her orgasm and quite enjoyed her chest beginning to drip with semen.

Jeanette opened her eyes and grinned, the hard cock inside Therese beginning to move again.

"Interesting," Jeanette breathed. "You have an amazing inner whore."

"Nonsense," said Therese. "I... have... better standards."

"Different ones anyway," Jeanette said, picking up the pace again. "Whores wouldn't stoop to fucking their multi-cocked sisters."

Therese's eyes rolled back in pleasure. Apparently, post-orgasm Jeanette was better at fucking her than Father ever was. Then again, she and her sister did have identical bodies, so perhaps it wasn't too surprising. Interesting too how... how...

Therese's last shred of thought was ripped from her mind when Jeanette kissed her again, fucking her quickly, her cock thrusting in and out of her, lubricated with its own semen.

"Feel like you're going to come, my dearest sister," Jeanette hissed. "Come on, say it. Scream it. Be the slut you really are."

"Perhaps if you'd... stop... ta-"

Therese groaned. She didn't say or scream anything, but she was close to coming. Impaled on one of her sister's three cocks, filled and half covered by her semen, she felt more pleasure then ever before in life or undeath. Wildly, blindly, so filled with lust as to go insane, Therese bared her fangs and...

... blinked. Therese was lying in the lukewarm water of her bath, her memory a bit fuzzy. She recall everything up until her orgasm, but sadly not the orgasm itself. Perhaps it had been so powerful as to make her lose consciousness? If that was the case, Jeanette would never let her hear the end of it. Well, if it did come to that, she'd deal with it. Still, it was awfully, perhaps even uncharacteristically thoughtful of Jeanette to put her in the bath and even clean her up. A quick and purely functional exploration with her hand told Therese that her sister had even gone to the trouble of cleaning her inside as well as outside. How oddly considerate.

Ah well, Therese considered, perhaps she really was a positive influence on the girl after all.

Therese got out of the bath and, feeling quite pleased with herself, went to turn in for the day.

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NOTE:

For those of you who haven't played Bloodlines...

Jeanette and Therese are one Malkavian vampire with a decidedly split personality. The whole fic is basically impossible in reality. So that more or less implies that everything that played out in this fic isn't exactly based in reality.

I use this as my excuse for Jeanette's... enhancements. And also the whole 'stepping-out-of-the-mirror' thing.