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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."
