—— Author's Note: This is 3 Part, NSFW, 18+ story. It includes Incest, anal and other sexual content. Synopsis: Sara's nightmares and reality begin to merge. Thank you. ——
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Closing my eyes to try and recreate the scenes, I began ......
As I laid out everything I could remember about my dreams, Rick listened intently. Occasionally, he would nod as if understanding what I had described. Sometimes he would even mutter a 'shit!' -- or a -- 'fuck!' without giving me an explanation, just encouraging me to continue.
What seemed like an eternity later, I arrived at the point of Knife's final words.
'Her spawn will renew us all!'
The second the statement had left my mouth, he jerked upright, his eyes wide and mouth open. He still said nothing, so I finished with, "I woke up in bed and you came in to comfort me. You know what happened after that." I smiled shyly.
Patiently, I waited for him to begin. He took a moment, then said, "Describe what happened when I came to your room and held you – something big!, I believe."
When I described the jolt of eroticism that had blasted through me at his touch, he was nodding emphatically and stopped me, "That's what I thought." He stood up. "This is gonna take some serious explaining. I need a drink! You want something?"
Sensing we still had a lot to discuss, I asked, "Any wine left?" He nodded.
He brought back a new bottle and two glasses. As we poured our drinks, he began a tale that was almost unbelievable, yet so bizarre, it
had
to be true. No one could make it up. He started with the easy stuff.
"Aunt Joan and Uncle Simon are not our relatives." Seeing my shock, along with a question on my lips, he held his hand up. "You're gonna have to just save your inquiries until later if I am ever going to get all of this out. I have a lot to tell you. Okay?" I was burning up with curiosity already, but agreed.
"This is your new home – if you want it to be. They are packing up your stuff and shipping it here as we speak. Basically, everything we were told about our 'parents' and our 'past' was a lie. What you are about to hear for the first time is the truth." I killed my glass of wine and refilled it as he told me everything.
"As you found out last night – when we touched – you and I are
'different'.
We were meant to be together. It has been like that for our whole family since ancient times. It has been preordained by our history and our blood. We have little, if any, choice in the matter."
What he began to reveal was too wacky to get a handle on. He seized upon my description of the orgy and the Dionysus stuff I had heard. Apparently, we are the descendants of Dionysus and his Maenads – or wild women/nymphets – that were his followers. In ancient Greece, Dionysus mated with some of his Maenads. The offspring were nearly immortal. Their lifespans amounted to hundreds of years, but only stayed that way when the sons and daughters of the Maenads bred with each other.
They could not breed with mortals – no children would be conceived from such a union. The only way to continue the 'immortality' was to inbreed. Even that promise of long life had problems. Some of the offspring decided not to breed. As the number of the offspring declined, they experimented and discovered that the only way to maintain the immortality at its optimum level was for direct brothers and sisters to breed. Children from cousins breeding would only survive about half as long as those from blood brothers and sisters.
Like most cults, ours evolved into a secretive clique that lived on the fringe of society through the centuries. Besides extreme longevity, another advantage turned out to be the ability to amass enormous wealth. Untold billions have been hoarded for the enrichment of our cult. Every descendant shared in the wealth in one form or another. We owned the entire block that this house was on, as well as properties all over the world. This was only one of our numerous, American 'nests', as Rick called them.
There were splintered nests all over Europe and other countries. Each nest was small and formed around a 'Master', heading up his group of close relatives. Every nest shared in the wealth of the cult as a whole through a Council of Masters.
We took a break at this point and went out to the patio for some fresh air. After last night, neither of us had any shyness about looking at each other. He admired and commented on my body, while I just teased him by staring at his crotch and licking my lips with an evil leer.
Lying side by side in loungers, I sensed again there was someone watching us. I still couldn't catch a glimpse of them. Rick decided we had discussed our family history enough and moved on.
"About your dreams – this is gonna
blow you away!
You're first two dreams were about stuff that had probably already happened, although I can't be sure, since I wasn't involved. Let me get the 'who's-who' out of the way. Knife – as you called him – is our dad. His real name is Roy." He saw the shock in my face, pausing so I could absorb this fact.
I had to find out, "What is the deal with his impossibly huge cock? That thing is
not normal!
"
Rick laughed awkwardly before telling me, "The Master of each nest receives – not sure how to describe this -- a kinda ... ummmm ... 'sexual enhancement' from each of his followers. All of us males are well endowed – "
"
I'll say!
" I interrupted with a laugh.
He blushed, then went on, "Everyone – male or female – has ... uummm ... super-elevated sexual needs and desires. Sex – fucking – goes on all the time. Almost every night there is an orgy, or something happening in our dungeon."
"Is that why the basement door was locked?"
"Yes. I couldn't let you find out about it until you were ready." I nodded, understanding fully. "We'll go down there soon, babe – probably when we get done talking." He took a big swig of his wine, then refilled his glass.
"Okay, more of the names. Tiny Twat and Dong are our cousins – Jeena and John. Mistress is our mom, Deena. Bro is Ray – our uncle, and Bitch is Dana – our aunt ... his sister."
