Hello everyone. This is an old story that I have decided to revamp. It's quirky and a little crazy, but who doesn't like those things every now and then? Either way, I hope you enjoy the first chapter. I have many already written, but they do need editing so hopefully the next will be up soon.
If you're a fan of other incest related stories then I suggest you take a look at the two others I have published. Feel free to comment or email your feedback as I love to read all good and bad reviews. With that said, good luck.
Oh, and as a side note: this story has more of a fantasy setting. So expect powers, demons and a whole lot of sex.
The Seven Deadly Sisters
Growing up was never the hard part of life, at least not for Dante. No the hard part was having absolutely nothing interesting about him, no hobbies, no interests, no girlfriends and no purpose. He would read books from the local library in his room every now and then, but can that really be considered a hobby if it's only a few books a month?
Every so often he would find himself watching porn to release the pressure of the sexual build up every young man has, but even that wouldn't stop the desire he had for sex.
At 24 years old he still lives at home with his family, his mother, his father and his seven sisters. As it turns out it's not just him that lacks a personality, they all inherited it from their parents. The best way to describe them is ordinary. They aren't a bad looking family, but would easily be forgotten after meeting them.
They all have that look about them, the kind of look that if they were to put effort into themselves then they would be knockouts, but no one has the motivation to bother.
Dantes parents never intended on having eight children, but as they've had to explain to everyone who asks, birth control never worked for them and with their fathers allergy to latex, they didn't have many options. They just kept on coming for a number of years until they realised that enough was enough.
Their grandparents once told them that they were fated to have eight children, that having exactly seven girls and one boy was destiny. They would all just laugh it off and thought nothing more of it. Until one fateful night, the night Dante's whole life changed forever, and that is where his story begins. The beginning of his destiny.
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"Breakfasts ready!" shouted Dantes mother.
"Damn it. Another boring day. Wake up, go for a shower, have breakfast, go to school, come home, eat dinner and go to sleep. Day in and day out. God I need some excitement." Dante said to himself.
"Hey now it's not all bad, you have me your favourite sister to talk to,"
He looked up from his pillow to see the black silhouette of a woman. The morning sleepiness had muffled his hearing. "Must be one of my sisters" he thought to himself.
"I have seven and none of you are my favourite. Which one are you?"
He could feel the glare through the darkness of his room.
"The one that has her 18
th
birthday today." said Gina in an excited tone.
"Oh yeah it's your birthday. I forgot all about that," He said as he rose up to lay against the headboard.
Gina ran into Dante's room and pounced on the bed with her small physique. Her body being so little it barely made the bed move when she landed. "I know you're lying. You never forget my birthday. Which is exactly how I know I'm the favourite."
Dante laughed and smiled while his eyes started to focus on her. "Maybe I did this time..." she looked at him with doe eyes. "...or maybe your present is wrapped up under my desk. I can't remember."
Gina's face suddenly lit up. "Eeeek." She jumped off of the bed and made a bee line for his desk.
She bent down and crawled on all fours to grab the present. Dante couldn't help himself but enjoy his youngest sisters ass as her pink pyjama bottoms clung to her rear. He quickly turned his head away before she caught him. He hated himself for staring, but it was instinct, which he was never able to control.
She brought the box over to his bed and took up her usual position in the centre. She had always loved Dante's bed. When she was in his room she would usually be on it making herself comfortable.
"Well go on then. Open it up before I fall back asleep,"
Gina started ripping away at the wrapping paper like she was possessed. Inside was a few smaller presents, pink slippers, a white satin gown that ends at the hips, "For comfort not for myself to stare at." he thought. A small book on how to mix cocktails and a mug that says "Greedy" on it. Perfect for her personality. She was so happy he could almost see tears forming under her emerald green eyes.
"Thank you Danny. You must have spent a fortune. I don't think I've ever had so many presents from one person before. The "Greedy" mug? Really? I'm not that bad," she half glared half smiled toward him.
"Well it is your eighteenth birthday so I bought a little extra, and I know how much you've wanted to prepare cocktails to drink with the rest of us. Hopefully the book will come in handy. As for the mug. Yes, yes you are, but I like you just the way you are."
She gave her brother the biggest smile and lunged herself on top of him. She laid on her brother for a few moments too long so Dante started to rise out of bed. Her tight hug was so strong that it pulled her up with him. As he stood up out of bed she wrapped her legs around his waist in a very intimate way.
Dantes semi hard morning erection was directly between her butt cheeks and growing at the feeling. Luckily he didn't think she had noticed. "Can you let go now? I need to get ready for college,"
"Never." She raised her head up to speak before bringing it back down against his shoulder.
"Gina. Come on."
Secretly he was enjoying the closeness of the situation. Who wouldn't? With a woman like her wrapped around you in little clothing it was difficult to think straight. Dante was easily strong enough to hold her there in that position, which only turned him on more.
"Fine, but I'm going to hug you again later when you get home." She slowly slid down his body, massaging his cock with her tight ass and stood in front of him at around five foot two inches tall.
"That's fine with me as long as it's later. It's later than I thought.'' Dante looked down at his alarm clock with annoyance. It had been playing up recently.
Gina scuttled out of his room as Dante headed for the bathroom to shower. He shared a bathroom with two of his sisters, Emma and Lucy. It was situated between their rooms with two doors and often caused problems with a sibling walking in on another during the most inappropriate moments. It was something they got used to growing up and is one of the reasons Dante eyed up his sister or all seven from time to time. Walking in on Lucy while showering is definitely the main cause for the forbidden act.
Dante finished up in the shower and walked downstairs after drying himself off and changing into comfortable but tidy clothes ready for college. All of the family was sat around the big wooden ten-seater table except for Gina, who presumably is waiting for him to be seated so she can have the stage to herself. As if on cue the moment Dante took his seat, Gina waltzed in like she owned the place and awaited her praise.
Expecting Gina to want every bit of attention, the family did the opposite and ignored her while grabbing bacon, eggs, toast and beans from the bowls on the table to fill their stomachs in preparation for the day ahead of them.
One of their family traditions is to embarrass the hell out of whoever's birthday it is, whether it's singing the classic happy birthday tune in a funny voice or reminiscing about things the person did earlier in life that they would rather forget. Surprisingly, this year was just a song for Gina, but Dante was sure the embarrassment would come later if he knows his family at all.
There was something different about today that felt strange. The air felt cooler, the food tasted better and Dante's senses seemed heightened. If he focused hard enough on someone then he could usually pick up on how they felt, like an empath, but now he didn't even need to try. He could tell his father was thinking of work and his mother was excited to have her youngest daughter become an adult. His sisters all had the same unenthusiastic feel to them they always had, but something was different about today, something that Dante couldn't explain.
They all finished their food and as always, Dante got up first to make his way to college. Before leaving he turned to look at his family for some unknown reason. It felt like it was the last time he would see them. He received smiles from all who saw him and smiled back.
Going from oldest to youngest was Paige, the eldest of the bunch at 29 years old. She wore a proud expression as she looked at her brother. She was very much the mother figure when their actual mother wasn't home. Willow was next at 28 years old, the problem child you might say. Often the one that was getting into fights or some other kind of trouble.
Gwen is 26 and was currently eating Gina's leftovers which wasn't unlike her as she was often hungry, but she would usually wait until after everyone was gone before eating. Gwen was as small as Gina in size, but she was a little taller.
Dante had recently turned 24 and liked to think he was in his prime. Dante was joint with his sister Lucy for being the middle children. Lucy had also recently had her birthday turning 23. Lucy was a little bit of a tease. Usually wearing suggestive clothing or purposefully sitting on her brother to make him uncomfortable.
Emma would soon be 21 and could be considered the quiet one. She had plenty of hobbies and interests, but they would often only last a few days at most. Usually stealing someone else's ideas or joining in on something she wasn't invited to. Sophie was 18 and basically did nothing, ever. Easily the lazy one and no one seemed to care, it was weird.
And last was Gina, who as you know turned 18 today. Trying to explain her was easy. Greedy. She had to have everything, and she had to have the most of it. There wasn't any other way to explain it, she was greedy, and she loved it.
Looking at the clock Dante broke out of his trance and realised he was going to be running late so he quickly threw his coat on and slipped into his trainers.
"Professor Glabber is not going to be happy with me if I show up late again." He said to himself hoping it would make him run faster.
The rain had begun to get heavier with every passing second, only slowing Dante down. After twenty minutes of fast walking and running at times, he gets there, only fifteen minutes late. So still late, but not that bad.
Dante began his walk to class, finding the room he's meant to be in he pulls on the handle swinging the door open.
"Crap! The professor isn't in a good mood." Dante thinks to himself as he sees his professors face redden with anger.
