Been meaning to write this for a couple of days but my head has been all over the crypt... Hell, lets see what happens!

-YD-

He could see it in her eyes - this was intended to pique Piers" curiosity as much as it was to make Vlad come whimpering and writhing. Shifting to widen his knees so Ingrid could push her fingers inside him, Vlad spared Piers a look. He could kiss Vlad, jack him off and had no issue letting Vlad suck him off or being there when they both fucked Ingrid, but they had held off on this to let the half fang get used to it.

It had been a month or so since Ingrid had gone near his ass, a little resistance but then she was straight-for-the-jugular hitting his prostate and Vlad whined, having missed the feeling so much. Piers didn't seem sure where to look, though given that Ingrid was naked Vlad didn't blame him for being a little distracted. His eyes did eventually land on Vlad's leaking cock, hard and heavy and completely untouched as Ingrid rubbed at the nerves hidden inside him. "Ughhh Ingrid, don't be a tease."

Ingrid took pity on him, hooking her fingers slightly and Vlad saw stars, vaguely realising she had a hand holding his hips in place as he arched and bucked, wanton and unashamed - he loved this, and he loved her. Their relationship hadn't actually changed all that much for the unspoken acceptance, except Ingrid didn't shy from falling asleep with him, didn't bolt when emotions built with prolonged physical contact. It was more than enough for Vlad, because she knew he loved her and hadn't gone anywhere.

Her eyes were hot on his as he neared climax, pushing back actively on her fingers as he desperately sought release. Coiling low in his stomach, he let the sensations overwhelm him and gave in to the building pleasure, body squeezing around Ingrid's fingers and his cock jerking, spilling over his stomach as he cried out. When Vlad clawed his way back to reality, feeling a sense of loss now Ingrid's fingers had left his body, he saw Piers' eyes wider than ever, clearly amazed Vlad hadn't been lying that Ingrid could get him off that way.

Dimly noting Ingrid must have wiped him down, Vlad stretched luxuriously before moving to kiss her. He would never tire of the soft, pouting lips moving against his own, the unique taste of Ingrid's soft, hot mouth and the way she licked at the roof of his mouth until his fingers wound in her hair to kiss her harder. Her stomach was bigger now, the baby inside her due in a matter of weeks and Vlad could barely leave it alone, smoothing hands over the bump and smiling when the baby kicked at him. Definitely Ingrid's child already.

"That was... I'm not sure I have a word for it. Intense." Vlad smirked, indicating Piers could get on the bed with them and the half fang dropped his trousers automatically before clambering next to them. He was learning. He didn't wait for invitation to kiss Vlad either, taking the initiative. A surprisingly quick learner, he left Vlad a little dazed and panting with his teasing nips and exploring tongue. Ingrid claimed the half fang next, kissing him until he was gasping then leaning down to whisper hotly against his ear - Vlad could hear her perfectly, but the sensation was erotic and there was something... sexier about words being murmured against skin like a secret.

"He's loose and wet, you should fuck him." Piers didn't quite flinch, but did something like a double take. Vlad caught the twitch in his cock though, knowing Piers wanted it on some level. "We aren't going to make you do anything you don't want to, but I am curious - you're clearly not against touching me completely." Ingrid continued after Vlad with "and you can't be worried it's too 'gay', because I've seen you stick your tongue and cock in his mouth so much I would worry if he had to breathe."

Piers shrugged, looking between them. "I've just never done it before, performance anxiety I guess." Vlad chuckled, shaking his head. "As someone who has done it every which way, and since Ingrid has no complaints, I'm really not that concerned. However, if you do need practice, I'm perfectly amenable to it." Adding a wink, Vlad stayed lax and pliant, hoping against hope Piers would fuck him now. His own cock was already hardening again thinking of it, anticipation rushing hot through him as Piers moved into place. Ingrid flicked a finger to indicate Vlad's movement, pushing a pillow beneath his hips to put him in a better position.

"Hold up, you might want this." Piers took the lube, clearly erring on the side of caution and applying it to himself liberally, hissing at the cold on his sensitive erection. Ingrid had left him loose and ready, breathing a sigh of pleasure as the half fang started pushing inside him. Flush against him, Vlad felt stretched and a hint of pain, it had been a while since anyone but Ingrid had been in him and her fingers were smaller than Piers' cock. But oh, oh it was good, his body clenching instinctively and Piers gasped, grunting as his hips bucked.

"I'm generally a patient vampire, but if you don't move I'm going to stake you." Piers actually chuckled, a little relaxed now the metaphorical ice had broken. A few tentative, testing thrusts that weren't spectacular, but then Piers shifted and pushed and Vlad cried out, arching as the pressure on his prostate shorted his brain to everything but pleasure. Pushing his hips into Piers', he rolled to meet each thrust, rocking and clinging to the broad shoulders and feeling Ingrid's gaze on them both. He didn't smell like leather and death the way Malik had, a heady blend of technology and soya - his choice - mixed in with the raw scent of arousal and sex.

Whatever anxieties he had about this were gone, Piers was fucking him and it was amazing. The novelty and need and the complete lack of guilt that every encounter Malik had carried deep inside him, the stocky strong body and the cock dragging across his prostate with every in and out, Vlad was certain this would be over almost embarrassingly fast as his cock twitched, heavy against his stomach. Looking over to Ingrid again, his mouth fell open and a sort of desperate whine left him. Piers noticed, not even offended Vlad's attention was diverted when his eyes found Ingrid watching them, legs spread to ensure they could see her fingers moving, teasing her clit and dipping inside herself.

It took almost more than Vlad had in him to stop Piers for a second, feeling the loss of the mind-numbing pleasure himself but wanting, needing her now. Pulling Ingrid over, she got the idea quick and straddled his face, facing Piers and he could hear them kiss as he tasted Ingrid again. A little readjustment, and Piers was moving again, Ingrid's perfect ass pressed to his face and her better-than-blood flavour on his tongue. It was... there weren't words, the strings holding him together pulling tighter, tighter and then breaking apart as he did. It was a sort of domino effect, Ingrid quaking against his face as Piers' fingers gripped him harder, spilling into Vlad's jerking body as they both came, all sticky and filthy and just the way he loved it.

"Creative. I approve." Ingrid smirked as she reclined next to them, eyeing the bruises forming on Vlad's hips and Piers looking a little wrung out. This is why they used a bed for the three of them - there wasn't room for all three to fuck in even a double coffin easily. They slept in a coffin - when they could convince Piers to sleep with them, but he was still shy about that. He had only known them a couple of months really, so Vlad figured he had time to get comfortable with them.

"See. Not so bad at it were you?" Vlad grinned, swallowing the hiss of discomfort when Piers pulled out of him - best not to scare him out of potentially letting Vlad return the favour later on. Feeling the dull ache in his lower back, he smiled and beckoned over the bottle and glasses nearby. "Show off." Ingrid griped, but didn't seem that concerned as they drank. Humming happily, Vlad shrugged and kissed her, still not tiring of the fact he could do it whenever he wanted to now.

"I am so uncomfortable right now. Remind me to castrate you when I can move." Certain it would be any day now, Vlad fought a fond smile as Ingrid berated him with various threats to his anatomy and unlife. She was laying across the sofa in the living room, glaring at him every few minutes and both hands cradled around the huge bump of her stomach. Piers landed behind him, nodding with a grin. "All done." "Perfect timing, Ingrid was just about to stake me. Again." Helping his heavily pregnant sister stand up, Vlad pouted and pleaded for a minute before she agreed to follow them.

"What do you think?" He and Piers had worked on the nursery together, having had to be fairly stealthy about it - Vlad didn't want the vampire world knowing about Ingrid's baby yet. So it had taken a while, but now the Scottish vampire had finished painting the mural, it was complete. "Wow. Not bad for a pair of idiots. I know you didn't do all of this, because you can't draw." Smiling, Vlad conceded her point and kissed her again.

"Sorry it took so long, but we had to be careful. Imagine the headlines if I was seen out buying baby gear, especially when it's common knowledge I live with my sister." When Ingrid had gotten too big to hide the pregnancy, Vlad had simply told the high council she was ill and that the new half fang was taking care of her. They had no reason to doubt him at his word, and Vlad had no inclination to offer further information. He missed her there acutely, especially with how she would murmur in his ear about the lack of underwear beneath her dress, knowing Vlad would be dying to touch her the whole time, but protecting their baby was more important.

Said baby kicked, shifting and hopefully getting ready to come into the world - Vlad was dying to meet them now. Ingrid looked unimpressed as Vlad caressed her stomach, but he caught the softened expression in her eyes. This close to giving birth, Ingrid couldn't have penetrative sex so Vlad and Piers agreed they wouldn't either, because Ingrid being left out would be cruel. More than a little tension was heavy in the air though, having gotten used to frequent bouts of regular sex between all three of them. Which is why Vlad was hopeful Piers would be amenable to experimenting. Ingrid was game, eyes lighting up when he shared the thought with her.

Piers followed in some confusion, knowing sex was off the table in general until Ingrid had given birth. "Trust us?" He nodded very tentatively, letting Vlad cuff him to the bedframe and tie a blindfold loosely over his eyes. Wrapping his mouth around the half hard cock, Vlad sucked until Piers was full mast, arching up into his mouth and Ingrid pushed his thighs apart gently, nipping at the trembling muscles to distract him from the sound and scent of lubricant. He definitely noticed when her fingers probed at his ass, freezing up and they both waited for him to say no.

With what looked like monumental effort, the half fang relaxed and only grimaced a little when Ingrid slid one finger inside him, moving slowly to let him adjust to the feeling. Vlad redoubled his efforts to distract Piers, or at least keep him relaxed. The half fang had been... curious may not have been the word, but definitely intrigued by Vlad coming without touching his cock twice in a row from prostate stimulation alone. But he hadn't asked to try it himself, and they hadn't pushed until now, hoping sexual frustration and the promise he wouldn't be actually fucked by Vlad would tip the scales in their favour.

More lube, then Ingrid pushed two fingers in him, and Vlad recognised the look on her face as she searched. He knew the second she made purchase, because Piers' hips bucked so hard in surprise it made his own cock twitch with the sudden bruising force hitting his throat. Moving away to let Piers focus fully on the feeling, Ingrid smirked as they watched Piers go from hesitant to actively pushing himself onto Ingrid's fingers and gasping and moaning as his cock leaked. A convert then. A sort of desperate whine left his mouth as he broke under the feelings, spilling across his own stomach and dropping limply back to the bed.

Ingrid wiped her hands clean while Vlad uncuffed him, and Piers blinked lazily but otherwise didn't react much as the blindfold came off. "I think you broke him." Casting a look at the blissed-out vampire, Ingrid's eyes moved to Vlad's cock, hard and wanting whenever Ingrid was around really. Beckoning him closer, she repeated an earlier teasing motion where his cock was trapped against her, using him to rub her clit and moaning in a way that should be illegal. She came before he did, but Vlad didn't mind so much - using her arousal as lube to stroke himself was erotic enough that he came pretty fast too.

"Back with us yet Piers?" Vlad chuckled breathlessly, kissing at Ingrid's neck and shoulder in between words as he gave Piers the once over. "That was... brilliant. Is it like that when you know... it's more than fingers?" Vlad shrugged. "It's... different. Good different, but fingers are just that feeling. When it's a cock it's all stretched and full and it aches a little but in such a good way." Shivering pleasantly, Ingrid shook her head between them. "Both are good in different ways, but I like both so I would know that."

Piers was probably about to reply, but then Ingrid twitched, gasped and clutched her stomach. "You ok?" She bit her lip, shaking her head and breathing out a pained whimper. "Is it... Is it time?" She nodded and both males jumped up, Vlad regaining sense first. "We need to get cleaned up quick, we will be one minute Ingrid." Vlad and Piers dashed to the nearest bathroom, both sticky and reeking of sex as they scrubbed off under the ice cold shower. Wrapping a towel around his waist rather than go hunting for clothes, Vlad grabbed another couple and hurried back to Ingrid. Who promptly tried to fireball him as she screamed in pain.

Several exhausting, loud and probably painful hours later, it was over. One healthy set of lungs encased in a small, perfectly formed baby girl had the two most powerful vampires in the world at her mercy. And Vlad wasn't ashamed to admit he cried. "I think she's yours you know. Same nose, same ears." "I wouldn't care if she wasn't. She's beautiful." Ingrid had never looked more unbelievable, glowing with happiness with their daughter in her arms. When Ingrid let Vlad hold her, saying "meet your daddy", a fresh wave of tears rose but he didn't care - he was a father, he was allowed to cry with unadulterated joy.

Cradling the newborn, Vlad looked over at Piers. "Come on. You can be uncle Piers until this little one says otherwise. Unless you really want to bolt now." Piers shook his head, stepping over to look at the bundle in Vlad's arms. "She's cute. Looks more like Ingrid than you though." "She got lucky then." Ingrid nodded in agreement, wanting the baby back now. "What's her name?" "Myra. It's what Ingrid picked out back when she was little, saying she would be a better mum than our mother." Ingrid had already confirmed this, he wasn't jumping the gun. "Myra Dracula. I like it."

Myra started fussing, so Ingrid tried nursing her and Vlad watched in awe as she latched on and suckled. "That's amazing, you're amazing." He was a little overwhelmed if he was honest, full of a desperate love for this tiny creature and the woman who had brought her into the world. Ingrid let him kiss her gently, then sit next to her watching the baby rapturously.

He happily took the winding task, already knowing it was likely the baby would spit up milk but he didn't care - this was his daughter he was holding. He and Ingrid were parents. Together. And Piers was hovering around, smiling in spite of himself as he watched the siblings coo over the baby. Even if Myra's eyes turned brown, and Malik became predominant in her features, it wouldn't change a thing. She was his, and Ingrid was his. And Piers was kind of his too. He didn't need anything more than that.

-YD-

And so Siblings is done. I hate the ending as much as you guys do I'm sure, but this was never meant to be a story and I really struggled the whole way through writing this. I might come back and rewrite this chapter at a later date, when my heads straight and I don't have two days to write two new updates for Chosen Two and Lazarus Rising.