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 Demi-God, Chapter One

   Description: The daily life of the three children of Ares, God of War.
(Will be in 1st person, switching in between the perspectives of the three
kids)



   Ben I was only three when I first found out my father was the God of
War. My brother, Henry, who's 5 years older than me, is the one who figured
it out.  Henry would be the heir to the throne as God of War, but his
asthma disqualified him as well as distancing him from my dad, who accepts
no weakness.  Henry and I don't get along very well since he's jealous of
me being heir to the throne of God of War, as well as my closeness to dad.
Me and my dad are "two peas in a pod" as my mom constantly points out, both
well over 6 feet tall and built like brick walls.  My sister, Amy, who's a
year younger than me, and Henry both got mom's small, athletic build and
brains, making me look like their cousin rather than their brother.  Our
family lived in a big manor on a large plot of land in a small town in
Saskatchewan.  This is the story of our life from this point on.

   I woke up to the beeping of my alarm clock and reached over to turn it
off.  I rolled out of bed with a big smile on my face, wondering what gifts
I would get for my eighteenth birthday.  I rushed downstairs and saw my
family sitting at the kitchen table waiting for me, each with a present in
their hands.

   "Happy Birthday, Ben!" they all yelled as I walked into the room.  As
usual, my sister was sitting in my spot at the table, but I was too happy
to chew her out so I just hooked my arms under hers, lifted her and put her
in her chair and sat down.

   "Whatcha get me?" I asked.  My dad filled the house with his booming
laugh and handed me his his present saying

   "Why don't you open it and find out?" I hurriedly ripped it open and
revealed an ornate scimitar, gleaming from its polish.  I pulled it out and
it split in two, with carvings on the sides that joined together and a big
gem at the bottom of each hilt, one black and one white.  I read the
inscriptions; the one with the black gem read war and the one with a white
gem read peace, both in Latin.  I stared at my dad speechless.  These were
his swords, the same ones he had carried since he was eighteen.

   "B-b-but," I managed to stammer out before my dad interrupted me and
said

   "We'll try them out when we train after breakfast." The other presents I
got were nice, but they didn't even come close to the swords.  I think my
sister could tell I didn't like her present as much because she gave me a
hurt look before I left the table to train with my dad.  My sister and I
were fairly close, but recently it seemed like she looked at me with what I
thought was more than just sisterly love and it made our relationship
awkward.  I walked deep in thought on how to dissuade my sister without
hurting her to the gym.  As long as I can remember, my dad and I have
trained in the gym every morning, with him teaching me just about every
fighting style ever invented, with a wide variety of weapons.  Although I
never went to an official sensei, I was pretty sure I was a black belt or
higher in all of them.  I unsheathed the swords I got that morning as my
dad pulled out a big two handed axe and turned towards me.

   "Begin!" He shouted, leaping at me with an overhead slash.  I parried it
and we went on like that for an hour, neither of us gaining an advantage,
as perfectly matched as the swords I was using until my dad dismissed me to
shower before school.

   Amy(Please note, I'm a guy, writing from a female perspective is weird
for me) I finished my breakfast in silence, disappointed that Ben hadn't
liked my present the most.  I thought back to when he had lifted me.  I was
embarrassed to say, but lately whenever my brother touches me, it sends
shivers through my body.  It really doesn't help how he walks around the
house with no shirt on, his muscles rippling in unison with each step,
lightly sweating after each workout.  I had a sudden idea to surprise my
brother by joining him in the shower sending another shiver through my
body, but passed on the idea.  I suspected that my brother knew, at least
partially, what I was feeling and he didn't approve.  When I first started
getting these feelings, I wasn't as careful and I got caught staring at him
as he walked to the shower after his sparring with dad and he gave me a
weird look and avoided me for the rest of the day.  I don't know what to
do, because me and Ben have always been close and I don't want to scare him
off.

   "Honey, what's wrong?  You look worried about something." my mom said,
snapping me out of my reverie.  Blushing deeply, I hurriedly assured her
that nothing was wrong and wolfed down the rest of my breakfast before
rushing upstairs.  Once in my room, I waited for Ben to get out of the
shower as he was my ride to school.

   The ride to school was quiet and awkward, so I was happy when it was
over.  Thanking Ben for the ride, I walked over to my friends.

   "It totally sucks that your brother is 18 now," My friend Heather said
"He's a total hunk."

   "Eww, he's my brother!" I said.  If only she knew...

   Ben I looked over at my girlfriend Emily, glad that my sister had other
plans that afternoon.

   "So you house is empty this afternoon?" She asked.

   "Yeah." I responded.

   "Got any plans?" She asked flirtingly.

   "Well, it is my birthday..." I said, flashing her a wolfish grin.  She
laughed and teasingly slapped at me.  We arrived at my house and I lifted
her bodily out of the car, hooking my hands under her ass and giving her a
squeeze, before walking to the door and opening it.

   "I love how strong you are." She said, leaning towards me and kissing
me. We got up the stairs and burst into my room.  I didn't bother closing
the door, my parents worked late, Henry went back to college and Amy seemed
like she would be gone most of the night.  I tossed hero on the bed and we
both started stripping quickly.  I've had quite a few girlfriends, but I
never get tired of the twinkle in their eye when they see my dick.  Let's
just say I'm well hung and leave it at that.  I wasn't sure if it was
genetics or part of the whole God of War thing, but I was sure
appreciative. My girlfriend beckoned towards me with one finger and I
crawled over her and we started making out.  I drew out of the kiss and
started planting kisses in a line towards her pussy, each kiss eliciting a
moan.  I paused just above her pussy, taking a deep breath and savoring her
musk.  She flexed her hips trying to bring herself closer to my mouth and I
plunged my tongue into her pussy.  I really loved her taste, it was like
honey with just a tiny bit of salt and I could eat her out for a long time
with no complaints except that my dick was about to burst it was so hard. I
went until I judged she was lubed enough for entry then brought my dick to
her pussy.

   "Wait," she said "use a condom." I slipped one on as fast I could, eager
to start.  I started to push in, drawing a gasp.  I stopped just a little
inside, rubbing up and down, teasing her.

   "Fuck me!" She screamed.  I happily obliged, pushing my dick all the way
inside with a powerful stroke.  I quickly set up a rhythm that only someone
with God-Blood, such as myself, could keep up.  I went in and out like a
piston, each upstroke causing a gasp.  It took about 5 minutes to get her
to her first orgasm, her pussy walls crashing down hard on my dick,
preventing any movement.  I waited until she rode it out then quickly got
back up to speed.  It was unfortunate, but I rarely got to finish before I
knocked out my girlfriend because I lasted in between half an hour and 45
minutes without a condom and up to an hour with one.  As usual, my
girlfriend was overwhelmed well before I was done, lasting only twenty
minutes before collapsing on my bed.  I sighed, but left her there to sleep
and went to the bathroom to finish myself off.  I resolved to ask my dad
about how he dealt with this problem, this was getting ridiculous.  Then I
heard footsteps in the front hall.

   "Oh Shit!" I thought to myself, running naked to my room , hoping I'd
get there before whoever it was came upstairs.

   "Ben?" I heard my sister's voice coming up the stairs.

   "What?" I responded.

   "I finished my project earlier than I thought I would, can you make me
dinner?" She asked.

   "Maybe later." I called back.

   "Ok." She replied.  Then I heard her start to run up the stairs and
started to freak out.  She reached the top of the stairs and I hoped
desperately that she would just go to her room, I had forgot to lock the
door in my rush to get in my room.  The creaks got closer and I realized I
was caught.  She pushed open the door and stood there eyes wide, staring at
Emily out cold on the bed and me with a raging boner, both naked.