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story_codes: M/gg Man/young girls (12, 7), incest, cons

story_intro: In ancient Egypt, the prince, Nehktu, is about to embark on a long, unnatural sleep in order to guard four orbs of elemental power for all time. With their farewell to him, his two little sisters each offer him a gift that a female can only give once.


story_language: English





The Guardian, part 1

Written by madvlad


	For a man who was the living embodiment of the gods - and a god himself - Pharaoh Imkehtot felt remarkably powerless.

	The four orbs had been gathered at last, returned to their rightful place where together they harbored the power of the elements. Over centuries, they had been stolen and those who held even a single orb could cause great havoc. Now that they were together, the power was much greater than simply their cumulative sum.

	Imkehtot had immediately had all records of the orbs destroyed, even chipping any reference to them from monuments and tombs. To let others know that such a thing existed was to invite greed and disaster. But erasing records was not enough, nor was secreting the orbs away. They would need a guardian; someone who held the knowledge of the priests and possessed the skills of a warrior.

	Imkehtot knew of such a man. His favorite son, Nehktu was a warrior-priest. Such a thing was a sacrilege under normal circumstances but the elder priests, the few who knew of the orbs, understood the need for this guardian. Being the son of his third wife, Nehktu was not in line to be pharaoh although he was undoubtedly well-suited for it.

	But Imkehtot dreamed. He knew of the future and knew that his own bloodline would not rule forever. They would survive, largely anonymously and scattered throughout the world - not necessarily a bad thing amidst the turbulence that Imkehtot foresaw. There would be other dynasties that would rule the Two Kingdoms and the last would not even be native born but from the Greeks. 

	In the here and now, Imkehtot would sacrifice his son. And Nehktu's sacrifice would be unimaginable.

	"Are you dreaming again, Father?"

	Imkehtot turned as Nehktu stood proudly before him. Powerfully built from years in the chariot and working with the bow and sword, Nehktu's physical form masked the much stronger abilities of his mind. As usual, a trace of a grin played across his features. He would soon be so lost from everything he knew - and was well aware of that. At age twenty-two, he was already extraordinary and was willingly putting all he knew of life away to be entrusted with the ages.

	Imkehtot sighed.

	"Are you ready, my son?"

	"Of course, Father. It will begin at midnight."

	Nehktu would be prepared by the priests, sent into a living death - a long sleep of untold time. In this way, he could guard the spheres in the place where they would be hidden. Nothing could hide forever, though, and Nehktu would awake when needed.

	"You will be missed," Imkehtot said. "By your mother and your sisters."

	"But you'll no longer be embarrassed by my exploits."

	Imkehtot snorted a laugh. Always with the jokes was Nehktu. Clapping the younger man on his shoulders, Imkehtot looked him in the eyes.

	"I will miss you most, my son."

	"But we will be together in the afterlife."

	Imkehtot trembled, willing himself not to display unmanly emotions.

	"I will be there with your mother and your two sisters by her. But you will not join us...for eons, perhaps. Your sleep will not be a complete death."

	Nehktu responded by putting one strong hand on the pharaoh's shoulder and squeezing. 

	"I know, Father."

	Imkehtot wanted to say so much more but feared he would not be able to stop.

	"You have said farewell to your mother?"

	"Yes. But Hastiri and Mafket were not to be found."

	Imkehtot nodded and smiled. 

	"Your sisters are with the priests. You will make your goodbyes with them in the temple."

	With nothing else to be said - or that could be said, Nehktu turned and left his father. His long, confident strides were not even a miniscule start for the journey that lay ahead.

	The polished stone of the temple terrace gleamed in the torchlight under the darkening indigo sky. Blowing mildly, the breeze from the Nile where the terrace overlooked brushed the scent of incense about as Nehktu strode in. Already, he had been bathed and oil and only wore a loincloth as he was nearly ready to begin his long slumber. Now, he noticed something different - a low table covered in white linen. Standing near it were the slight figures of his two sisters. 

	Nehktu had plenty of half-sisters, thanks to his father's collection of wives and concubines. But by his mother, he had two full sisters. That they had been in the temple all day meant that the priests had been preparing them for something. 

	Unease prickled at the nape of Nehktu's neck as he considered the implications. Were they to be ritually killed and mummified to be his companions? Angrily, he chided himself. His fate was to be death-like, but not dead. He should know better. But what was their purpose here?

	"Greetings, brother," the two girls chorused. 

	"Greetings to you," he replied. "Have you come to see me off?"

	"Yes," answered Hastiri, the elder of the two. 

	As the wind tugged at the girls' gowns, Nehktu could see that they were made of a diaphanous material. Little Mafket was only seven and the outline that Nehktu could see was perfectly childish in shape. Hastiri was barely twelve and Nehktu could see the material catching at two swelling places on her chest. It made the dark brown of her nipples show. Although full womanhood was not yet present, it was clear that his other sister was no longer just a little girl.

	Both of them shared a nervous look with each other before Hastiri stepped forward. 

	"Dearest Brother," she said. "Before you leave us, there is a task for you to perform with me. Although I have not yet had my first womanly flow, the augers say I am ready to conceive this night. Please take me that I may have your child in me."

	Hastiri lifted her gown, letting it float free where it landed and rustled on the stone floor. Her slim, tan body stood straight. On her chest were the gentle blossoms of her breasts and whether it was from nervousness or excitement, the girl's nipples were erect. Feeling himself hardening beneath his loincloth, Nehktu regarded the slight flare of his sister's hips before settling his gaze between her legs. 

	Hastiri blushed as she noticed where he was looking. Despite her apparent readiness to conceive, her feminine place had yet to grow the first of the hair that would further signal her approaching maturity. She hoped that Nehktu wouldn't dismiss her for that.

	Although his partners had always been woman or at least teen girls in well into puberty, Nehktu felt his hunger growing as he regarded the cleanliness of his sister's sex. He lifted her up so that she was standing on the bed. Holding her there, he felt her budding breasts before bending to take one in his mouth. Hastiri gasped at the first oral touch she had ever received there. 

	Nehktu always preferred the ripened mounds of the slave girls he had but his sister's preteen mammaries were perfectly soft and succulent in his mouth. Her head tilted back, Hastiri clutched her brother's shaven head as he suckled on her. 

	Hastiri knew no time but understood that it was progressing as she was laid back on the bed with her brother looming over her. His loincloth was gone and her eyes widened on the sight of his engorged member. It was pressing against her smooth sex and she did not resist as Nehktu opened her legs. 

	In his memory, Nehktu thought of Hastiri as a child. But she was wet for him as he slid into her bald vulva until he reached the gate of her feminine chamber. Hastiri's dark eyes locked onto her brother's; beseeching yet with a hint of fright of the unknown.  Squeezing the girl's waist reassuringly, Nehktu pressed against the membrane of her chastity. Hastiri moaned in discomfort and Nehktu understood that the best way was to be quick about it.

	Pulling back a fraction, he rammed forward, breaching the barrier and initiating his younger sister into womanhood. Hastiri grunted as her virginity ended, turning her head to the side as a tear leaked from one eye. 

	With a series of shoves, Nehktu completely entered the twelve year-old, becoming the first to know the sultry confines of her young sex. When he withdrew nearly all the way, Hastiri looked at him in puzzlement, thinking this mysterious act was over. Then she saw where they remained joined, noticing the dark stains on her brother's cock that spoke of her defloration. 

	Nehktu moved in a gain in a single stroke that fully penetrated the preteen. As her channel expanded again, the moist friction made the girl arch her back in new pleasure. Her small breasts were nearly flat against her straining chest with her erect, cocoa nipples jutting modestly from the light honey hue of her barely forming bust. 

	With ever-increasing swiftness, Nehktu copulated with the girl, deepening her virgin arousal. Hastiri locked her legs around him, urging him to satisfy a need born of instinct. Carnal passion replaced tenderness as they both needed the contact between them to be forceful. Nehktu's prick ground inside the needful grip of girl's sopping cunny. 

	Hastiri wanted to move with him but her pelvis was pinned to the bed. Instead, she moaned and grunted, more like an animal than a pharaoh's daughter. Her tiny breasts quivered and her loins tightened as they raced toward a conclusion she did not know yet.

	When it was time, they came together. Nehktu thought it was a perfect thing between two royal offspring. With one last lunge, he buried his cock as far as it could go, making Hastiri yelp as her battered her cervix. Huge pulses of semen shot through the opening in this last barrier and sent his seed into his sister's newly fertile womb.

	Hastiri's mouth opened again but no words issued forth as she felt her brother's sperm entering the place in her that would begin a new life. She put a hand over her flat stomach, understanding how it would swell in the coming months.

	Panting, they lay together before they heard a voice of a priest singing a prayer from somewhere deep in the temple. Understanding that time was growing short, Hastiri turned to her sister.

	"Mafket, it is your turn."

	The other girl removed her gown and presented her naked, childish body to her brother. 

	"Nehktu, will you put a baby in me, too?"

	Nehktu grinned as he lifted the girl until they were nose to nose.

	"You're too young, little one. Are you sure you're supposed to be here like this?"

	Mafket nodded gravely, her dark hair shiny in the torchlight. 

	"The priests said you'll learn something you'll need to know when you wake up. But you have to get me ready."

	Despite the circumstances, Nehktu was playful about it. He lifted his sister higher, kissing her belly and making her laugh and wriggle. Then he found himself staring at her bald mons. While Hastiri's had been slightly fleshy, Mafket's vulva was quite round and puffy. 

	He seized it in his mouth, making his little sister squeak as his tongue explored her. Mafket thought it was a game until a strange quivering took hold inside of her.

	It was then that her juices flowed. When Nehktu's tongue found them, a shiver went down the young man's spine. Like thunderbolts, the clarity hit him. The first arousal of a virgin child, one yet untouched by any approach of maturity; this was the nectar that held power for him. This is what he would have to seek to fully rejuvenate when he awoke. 

	But there was more - that would come when the virgin was unsealed. Nehktu lowered his sister until her hairless cunny was pressed against the head of his rampant prick. In a loud, rustling whisper that sounded unnatural coming from his mouth, he spoke a spell in a language ancient even by his standards. 

	He plunged Mafket into his member, sundering her hymen as he burrowed into the seven year-old's tiny passage. Mafket opened her mouth to cry but no sound emerged as it was dampened by her brother's spell. The spell also aided in her penetration, allowing her to stretch unimaginably as her brother's cock fully opened her. Moving her limbs weakly, the impaled little girl shuddered as the hardness drove deeply into her belly. 

	Moving his little sister on his huge erection, Nehktu plowed through the meaty embrace of the girlish sex. Like the heated oil of certain religious rites, Mafket's premature lubrication bathed the cock invading her tight pussy. The long, pounding thrusts reshaped the child on the inside, making her body the perfect receptacle for the lust overtaking them both. 

	The blossoms that had been woven into Mafket's hair tumbled free, falling to the floor to join the drops of blood residing there from her deflowering. As the copulation increased in its ferocity, the seven year-old's ravished twat quivered on the huge prick grinding against her taut lining. Then Mafket's voice returned with an orgasmic warble. It coincided with the heated surge of sperm erupting from the cock that was so deeply imbedded in her. Regardless of what the future would hold for her in lovers or husbands, the little girl was forever marked in her most sacred place by her brother.

	With their heads as weary as their bodies, Hastiri and Mafket could only lie on the bed as her brother left them.

	The ceremony that followed left Nehktu feeling strangely mellow with the only discomfort coming as his body suddenly became desiccated just before the lid of his sarcophagus was sealed. Then he slept, capturing the events around him in his dreams. 

	As his father had seen, he saw the dynasties passing in a parade of succession until the Greek line rose and held for three centuries. Then they, to, were extinguished by a power from the West - a place that had been but a rustic village in the farmlands when Nehktu last walked the earth. That power crumbled and fragmented with others taking their places in the sun before falling into the dust of history. 

	The air crackled with new inventions, bringing the far reaches of the world to the one who slept on. The voices echoed in his ears.

	"Oh the humanity!"

	"We are bringing you an eyewitness account of what's happening on the Wilmuth farm, Grovers Mill, New Jersey."

	"Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning."

	"Gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight."

	"Ich bin ein Berliner."

	"No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!"

	"Where's the beef?"

	"Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall."

	"Humans are not proud of their ancestors, and rarely invite them round to dinner."

	"Is that your final answer?"

	The earth shook and he knew change was coming.

	Discovery.

	Violation.

	A sphere was gone. Then another. 

	Nehktu awoke with the taste of rage but reason stilled him. The thieves were only the start but they were no more and the answers lay elsewhere. 

	His box was lifted. With the remaining spheres, he was taken away...

	Dr. Whalid Kaseem adjusted his glasses as he answered another question about the possible treasures awaiting the world in the sealed sarcophagus. While he was relieved to be here with the two objects from the find, safely at the Demeter Institute in the Unites States, he knew he had to endure the press conference. The other chest, the one containing two mysterious spheres and the spaces for two others was open for display. With the political and financial instability in Egypt, permission for the recovery and preservation of these artifacts and their contents had been granted to the prestigious research center and museum.

	"We must take our time in opening the sarcophagus," he said. "That includes letting it acclimate to a warm and humidity free environment. This may also allow us to possibly study a remarkably preserved mummy. The technical details of this preparation have been entrusted to Mr. Chaffin, to my right."

	Ben Chaffin smiled for the cameras and was amused when he was ignored for further questions about the jewelry the mummy might be wearing. Poor Dr. Kaseem remained polite and Ben was glad he didn't have to be at the podium.

	This was as close to fame as he had ever been and that was just fine with him. He had begun working at the institute as a technician and was now head of the "Rappers" - the nickname given to those in the Recovery and Preservation (RAP) team. Every find was unique - from a 1960's era satellite that had largely survived re-entry only to sit in the bottom of the Pacific for another fifty years to this package from Egypt.

	Looking at the people in the front row, Ben smiled at his proudest achievement. Seated in her mother's lap, the elfin-faced blonde smiled back at her daddy and waved.

	Whalid noticed and gave the girl a friendly nod and wink which looked incongruous on his stern features. Little Erin had just turned four, reminding the doctor of how fleeting time was as he remembered Patti walking gingerly during her third trimester as if it was only last week. The he returned his attention to the media as a tall man in an expensive leather jacket in back waved his hand.

	"Dr. Kaseem, are there any inscriptions on the spheres, the chest, or the sarcophagus that even give a hint of the dynasty or era they came from?"

	Whalid paused a moment to allow some satisfaction at the first intelligent question of the press conference. What he didn't have was an adequate answer.

	"Curiously, there is nothing we have found to indicate that. This in itself is odd as the Egyptians of old were rather diligent in describing almost everything that went to ground. The pharaohs wanted their prestige and accomplishments to last the ages."

	"Kind of a media relations thing," a man from a major news network joked.

	Whalid let the other reporters laugh. It spared him a few seconds from having to speak with them.

	As the press conference broke up, Erin raced over to give her father, who had been working some very long hours with the arrival of the excavation find a big hug.

	"Are you going to be home for dinner tonight, Daddy?" she asked.

	Ben traded looks with Patti and then shook his head.

	"I'm sorry, Princess. Not tonight. Your mother and I have to attend a reception at the museum tonight. It's in honor of this new project."

	Erin was fond of the big words that grown-ups used and she carefully sounded a new one out.

	"What's a ree-sepp-shun?"

	"It's a party," Patti explained. "But it's for grown-ups."

	"Which makes them very boring," added Ben.

	"But we did find the meanest babysitter ever to watch you tonight," Pattie told her daughter with a teasing grin.

	Erin's brown eyes grew big.

	"Who?" she asked in a suddenly small voice.

	Patti leaned closer to Erin and spoke in an ominous tone.

	"Andrea."

	"Yay!" Erin exclaimed as Andrea was her favorite.

	From the side of the room, Reese watched and heard the exchange between the little girl and her parents. She was a cute little thing, wearing a pink shirt with a kitten in a ballerina costume on the front and a short, layered skirt with leggings that hugged her small legs. 

	Brushing some possible dust from his brown leather jacket, he decided on a plan of action. Using false media credentials, he had attended the conference, even scoring points with that Egyptian professor. But his real intent was to scout for a way to obtain the two remaining spheres.

	The first two had been brought to him by site workers in Egypt who had been promised big payments. Reese immediately paid them off with trigger pulls from a silenced pistol. But the remaining spheres had been shipped to America before he could get them. 

	For those he conducted business with, Reese was a "free-lance acquisition agent". He got the things that others wanted and was unfettered by laws or morals. For reasons he didn't understand, the market was hot for these spheres that hardly anyone knew about - especially if all four could be produced together. Reese hadn't even known of them before he was contacted by certain parties.

	His last case had been a custom request for certain security passcodes to a computer network. 
The IT guy he had tried to bribe had been most cooperative. But he did relent during the last negotiation session. 

	It had been held in the man's home while he was tied to a chair, watching while Reese annally raped his fifteen year-old daughter on the kitchen table. During this negotiation, the skirt of the girl's junior varsity cheerleading outfit had been hiked to her waist so the man could see everything. This included Reese's jism dripping from the teen's recently violated cunny while she was getting buggered in her neighboring hole. 

	Actually, the man had agreed to Reese's demands just before Reese ripped the poor girl's cherry apart. But Reese hated to terminate a planned meeting prematurely so he enjoyed the girl before getting the codes from dear old Dad. 

	Now here was this Ben Chaffin guy. Reese's investigation showed him to be a solid, trustworthy sort. So if bribes didn't work, coercion certainly could. Good ol' Benny might not swipe the spheres for cash, but he'd certainly do it so he and his lovely wife could get their little bitch back in one piece. 

	Of course, the kid wouldn't come back the same as she had left. Oh no, Reese had his own babysitting fees. The girl would learn the taste of his cock before he'd split her ass open. Experience had taught him that, although tight, assholes could expand remarkably around a hard dick, perhaps tearing if needed. 

	Then he'd let the kid taste his dick again. Now Reese had never had a girl that young and he didn't know if her baby cunt could take him. If it couldn't, he'd make sure he gave it a fingering she'd never forget - even after years of therapy.

	Tonight would be an excellent time to grab her - the parents would be gone and just this Andrea bitch to take out. If she was remotely hot, Reese might have some fun with her as well. He loved bonuses.

	As the adults moved about, Erin stumbled slightly, brushing her hand against the stone sarcophagus. Inside, Nehktu awoke fully. 

	A small, virgin child. 

	Remembering Mafket and the magic she had contained, Nehktu decided that this girl would bring him fully back. And he registered a connection between her and one of the people responsible for his being here. Perhaps that person was also involved in the theft. 

	Nehktu would have strength when he arose, but it would be short-lived unless he received rejuvenation. This little girl would give that too him - and be the first step on his revenge for those who had violated the bond of the spheres. Now that he had psychically felt her, she would be easy to track and take - tonight.


Six Hours Later.

	Peering through the window, Nehktu saw one person. She was not related to the family so she must be a servant. Observing her, Nehktu determined that she was a little younger than Hastiri had been when he had taken and impregnated his dear sister.


One Hour Later.

	Curling his fingers into fists, Nehktu tested the muscles in his arms. He stood naked in the living room, flexing and feeling his fully re-formed body responding. What he had just done had been most restorative but his real need for permanent recovery was on the floor above. 

	A completely innocent child who had not even had her first arousal - yet - did not suspect how her and his destinies were about to connect.

	He strode toward the stairs, leaving the body of the babysitter on the floor behind him.


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