The Supreme Satanic System

Several hours later, Bobby and Margaret reached their home. Currently, they were sitting at a well-furnished portable roundtable in the dining room, facing their faces to each other. Two transparent glasses filled with sparkling water were on the table just before them.

"Alright, spill it out?" Margaret asked, gazing at him meaningfully.

"A lot happened after we came to this place," Bobby responded enthusiastically. "I don't know where to begin from."

"Fine, just answer this; when did it begin? I mean your vampiric bloodline. " Margaret picked up the glass before her, taking a sip of the water.

"So you knew about vampires?! And you seem to be not surprised about their existence." Bobby replied, witnessing her surprisingly unflustered by the term heard only in the fable. "Umm, it was on the day of my arrival, inside my office room. I didn't know what exactly happened that day. But it just happened after that. I have this sudden thirst for blood. Then this happened."

"Anyway, it has always been like this. Dad forbids us to tell the secret truth of our family to you until the awakening of your bloodline. The thing I don't understand is why on earth you are awakening as a vampire? After all, we are all part of the sixth olden family, the Hunters." Margaret explained. "If you wish to learn more about our family history, then you better ask Dad tomorrow. A dumbo drank up my blood, making me anemic. I'm going to my bed. See you." She walked out of the mess hall.

Margaret entered her room and jumped over the bed. She hugged the fluffy enormous teddy bear. "Hmm, it's been really a long day. But he is really sweet." She muttered under his breath.

Knock! Knock! Knock!....

"Can I come in?" Bobby asked, standing outside the room.

"Yeah, of course!" Margaret replied.

Bobby rushed inside her bedroom. He sat over her bed.

"What is it?" Margaret asked eloquently, looking at with her curious eyes.

"Ah-um, it's about the earlier. I forget to even thank you for saving my ass back there." Bobby said sincerely. "Thank you."

"Eh, no need for that. Under any circumstance, I'll always help you and I believe you will do the same for me." Margaret replied with a charming smile, reached out her hand, and held his hand.

Bobby smiled back as he caressed her hand with his thumb, and the two looked at each other affectionately. "Can I say something very personal?"

"Alright, spill it. I'm all ears." Margaret replied, gazing up at him with her misty eyes as she lay over the bed.

"Margaret, I almost died during the time of my bloodline awakening. Can you tell me, at my last moment, what is my most regretful wish? " Bobby said in a serious tone.

Margaret remained silent, but her hand got tighter as she held his.

"My most regretful thought is about not expressing my feelings for you. So I will confess my true feeling I have been holding until now." Bobby finally confessed his most earnest feeling for her. "Margaret, I like you not only as a sister but as a woman."

Then the atmosphere within the room turned serenely awkward for both of them.

"Yeah, you must feel disgusted with me right now. But, it's really how I feel about you. And I can't really fantom myself ignoring my inner feeling for you anymore." He further added, smiling wryly. And he stood up to leave the room.

But Margaret quickly sat up with her back straight, caught him by his wrist, and said shyly. "No, you are wrong. I like you too. I also know you like me as well and our feelings are mutual. But, dad and mom have adopted me into your sweet family. So it's kinda hard for me to open up to you. And I don't know how to begin this relationship." A full flush of red ran over her face as she looked down.

Bobby quickly approached her on the bed and embraced her tightly. Margaret also hugged him back. After several minutes, Bobby released her, moving his upper body backward and their faces were so close to each other.

"You know how beautiful you are," Bobby complimented her as he caressed her face.

"So what can you do about it?" Margaret replied, chuckling.

"Hmm, nothing much. But this will suffice me, perhaps…." He responded and moved his face closer in a slightly tilting position.

Margaret knew what he was going to do. But she didn't resist. Instead, she shut her eyes, waiting patiently to dive into his sea of passion. As much as she expected, their lips met in the air. Bobby skillfully put his lips between her lower lip and he began to smooch it slowly, but gingerly, making her feel good.

Margaret kissed him in return, sucking over his upper lip madly, expressing all her deeply hidden passion for him all this time. The two continued kissing, changing their position from time to time.

Margaret was carried away from the excitement of kissing him. So she put her tongue inside his mouth and began to touch his tongue, playing subtly.

Her bold move tempted Bobby. So he gradually shifted her body, letting her lie over the bed as they continued kissing each other passionately. Their bodies quickly heated up and both of them felt it.

Margaret was at a loss as she get aroused and she began to press her body more tightly toward his.

Their lips finally separated, making long lines of saliva between their lips. And they panted heavily, gasping for air.

"This must be your first time kissing, right?"  Bobby asked as he caressed his face.

"Sorry to disappoint you. Not the first, not second, not third, but maybe ah ah…. say, 56th, no, it's my 57th kiss." She responded, grinning at him slyly.

"What?! This is your 57th kiss." Bobby said, with disappointment showing all over his face. "Now I understand why you are so good at this. Indeed, a gorgeous lady like you must have a lot of suitors. So you must have kissed them a lot. " With the last statement in a very low tone.

But nevertheless, Margaret heard him clearly. She made a charming smile and said, "Eh, who tells you that I have kissed men other than you? That will never happen at all. Never, like never ever."

"Then you said it was your 57th kiss?" Bobby asked in puzzlement.

"Indeed, this is 57th kiss. But not with anyone else but only with you." "Have you forgotten dumb-dumb? You used to kiss me until you turned 10. So, literally speaking, this is our 57th kiss. My first time and also until my 56th kiss was all stolen by you when we were still innocents."

"Hmm, you keep counting it all this time. Come here, let me take your 58th kiss." Bobby said and touched her lips with his and soon sealed their lips once again.

Then the two engrossed in a long session of a passionate kiss.

Despite a few days Bobby has spent with other ladies, his tongue skill was still remarkable, as it made her completely hypnotized. So Margaret began to rub her body at him and her hands began to caress his body, feeling his firm muscle in his back.

The little consciousness left in his mind went all blank and he was soon consumed by his lust, too. So while they kept exchanging their saliva, his both hands drifted down and groped at her two firm boobs abruptly.

"Ahhh!" Margaret moaned as her lips slipped away from Bobby's lips.

Bobby looked at her face and continued massaging her rounded, medium-sized boobs, and said in his gentlest voice, "It's really soft and your size is my typical type, neither too big nor too small."

Hearing his sweetened words made her even more aroused as she began to moan louder. "Ahh, ahh,..."

"Does this feel good?" Bobby asked while he massaged her pair of melons.

"Umm-yes, it feels good."

"Just good?"

"Okay, it really feels quite good. Can you stop asking me such questions? Just kiss me, dummy." Margaret demanded, looking at him flirtatiously.

Bobby briskly began to kiss her again, and she continued caressing his back. He then moved his head, and he whispered in his ear, "Margaret, can I go further?"

"Go for it, dumb-dumb. I'm all yours. You can do anything with my body today if you have enough guts to do that. Keep doing what you are doing. It really feels good." Margaret replied.

For some reason, her words kind of like giving a green signal to him. So, he once again kissed her in her mouth as he continued massaging her boobs, feeling the softness of them with his hand. His right hand then dripped down while he caressed her body, finally slipping inside her pants. The first thing his fingers felt was her pubic hair that was grown verdantly over her soft hump. He then played with her pubs and further moved down shortly afterward with curiosity to further explore her unknown and touched the most valuable gem of her body.