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Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 01

By: jdnunyer



Homelands: Autumn
Part One
Chapter One

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I previously posted a story that is excerpted from the novel of which this is the opening chapter. I will be posting the whole novel, a little at a time.

Warning: this chapter serves to set the stage. There is no sex on screen just yet. 

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy. Supernatural forces play a prominent role throughout the novel.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.
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I leaned against the rail of the hotel balcony, rubbing my forehead as I stared down at Mom and Aunt Liz. As had been happening to me all day, for a moment, I was sure that I'd seen something that couldn't be there. Then, in the blink of an eye, everything was back to normal. Which was itself, of course, anything but normal.

At the moment, I looked down at two ordinary middle class white women in their late forties. Each of them carried a little extra weight. In my mother's case, to be fair, it was more than a little extra. She'd have to be half her weight before most men would consider her attractive. Aunt Liz, on the other hand, might have been losing the battle to keep her figure, but she was putting up a hell of a fight. They each had once had raven-black hair, but now their locks were streaked through with silver, and even where it was still dark, it had lost its glossy sheen. All in all, the two of them presented a decidedly unappealing sight.

If not for whatever was happening to me, I wouldn't even have thought to use that word. To say that they were physically unappealing was like saying that water was wet.

But the thing was, entirely different visages flickered in and out of view, messing with my hold on reality. And much else besides.

When their appearances changed, they became hyper-sexualized fantasy versions of themselves. My mother still had oversized breasts, if not quite like before, and the swell of her hips and thighs was still anything but modest. But most of her bulk had vanished, particularly from places where it would not have been desirable. Her extreme hourglass figure was almost cartoonish. I'd once read that men were most attracted to women with a waist-to-hip ratio of about 0.7. If this version of my mother had one much above 0.5, it would shock me. There were women with thinner waists, to be sure, but not any with curves like that.

Aunt Liz's best features were similarly exaggerated. While her breasts were considerably smaller than my mother's, that was not saying much. They were nonetheless quite generous. And her legs were thickly muscled, well toned, and impossibly long. If the fantasy version of mother was the very picture of voluptuous beauty, Liz had become a cross between that and the idealization of the athletic female form.

The women that had taken the place of my mother and my aunt had the kind of hair that you saw in shampoo commercials. Long, shiny, full of volume. All those cliches. Mom's had acquired nice red highlights, while Liz's was more uniformly black.

I couldn't tell for sure, but it seemed like they suddenly had makeup on too. Which neither of them ever wore save on the rarest of occasions. Like celebrating anniversaries, or graduations, or when attending fund-raising events. Certainly not to lie by the pool.

Granted, we'd all been partying pretty hard. Maybe my cousin, Brianna, had brought some special party favors. She often did. Would that explain hallucinations the next day? I didn't even know. I tended to stick to alcohol and, sometimes, weed. I'd experimented a little with harder drugs, but if I'd ever taken anything that made me see sex goddesses when I looked at my mother and her sister, I certainly couldn't remember it.

Speaking of what I could remember, there was a big gap between the end of the semester at school and these last few days here at the resort. As it was now mid-May, there a good week or so for which I couldn't even begin to account.

And when was the last time the whole extended family went on vacation together?

Speak of the devil, Brianna stepped up beside me on the balcony.

"Oh, hey, Brie. I didn't even hear the door slide open," I said.

She smiled. "I'm like a ninja." Then, with a playful punch against my arm, she added, "Totally should have dropped your pants and snapped a pic with my camera phone. Maybe thrown it up on Facebook. Then make you pay me to take it down."

"Ha," I said.

The wind picked up, and I caught a hint of her perfume. Enticing, but not overpowering.

Had I really just said my cousin smelled enticing? What was wrong with me?

"Where's Dom?" I asked. I hadn't seen my older brother more than a few feet away from Brianna since we'd got here.

She twirled a finger around a red-brown ringlet. Her hair, like that of the living fantasies that had replaced my mother and my aunt, was absolutely perfect. Brianna had kind of red hair no one would ever associate with ginger or carrots. In the right light, you might even think her a brunette. It cascaded about her shoulders in gentle curls.

"Dunno," she said, in answer to a question I'd almost forgot asking.

Right. Dom. I doubted that she really had no idea where he was. But apparently she didn't care to tell me, and I didn't care enough to press her on it.

Brie leaned back against the stucco wall and glanced down at the pool. "Nice view."

Her tone had sounded a bit just too knowing. I refused to take the bait. "What did we do last night? I think I'm seeing things lately."

"I don't know. Pretty tame, really. Drank some beer, smoked a few joints. Nothing hallucinogenic, if that's what you're getting at."

I rubbed my forehead again. "What about you? Are you feeling okay?"

A slow smile formed on her ruby red lips. They were nice and full, and there was a pronounced swell in the middle of the upper one. Moaning softly, my cousin arched her back and trailed a hand down her exceptionally narrow waist, over the swell of her hip, and let it come to rest atop a lean thigh. Eventually, she replied, "Never better."

Someone seemed to have forgotten to tell her that she didn't have much of a figure. As perfect as the other version of my mother would be in the eyes of men who preferred their women voluptuous, Brianna had to be a dream come for those who preferred their women petite. I was most decidedly one of the former, but just at the moment, I was having enough doubts that I could almost see myself converting.

I forced a cough. What the fuck was wrong with me?

"Should take it easier tonight."

"You say that now," she said.

I chuckled. "You know me too well."

"Besides, we're here to have fun, aren't we?" she asked.

"Well, I'm not sure a family vacation can really be described as fun. You know, after, say, puberty. But yeah, it's nice. Quiet. The hotel is pretty damn luxurious, that's for sure."

"Oh, you don't enjoy being with your family? Am I not as fun as those college girls?"

"Well, there's something of an apples to oranges problem there," I said. "Wouldn't exactly expect you to compete with them in the ways that matter most. And if you can, kudos to you, but I'm pretty sure I don't ever want to know that," I lied. Then I added, "But what I really had in mind was the whole parental supervision thing."

She waved away the comment. "Do you see anyone playing chaperon?"

I grunted by way of response.

"Besides, no one told us we had to volunteer to stay in the suite with all the old people in it," she continued. "Besides, at least the cool cousin is staying with you."

I snorted. But perhaps that only revealed what a nerd I was, as if there had ever been any doubt, because I knew Dom agreed with her. Come to think of it, I couldn't remember how we'd decided that Dom would stay in the suite with Jack and Mark and I would stay in the same one as Brianna.

Maybe because Dom didn't want to be in the same suite as our parents?

"Come on, I bet Jack and Mark are trying to convince your brothers to play video games or something as we speak, when they should be down at the pool, trying to meet chicks. Your father's side is hopeless, and you know it."

I shook my head. "Girls just don't get video games."

She frowned and batted her ridiculously long and full eyelashes. The brown eye-shadow with red highlights was a nice touch. It went with her green eyes and red-brown hair perfectly.

Shit. I shouldn't be noticing these things.

"You do think I'm no fun. I knew it."

"Right. I'm sure that's a complaint you get all the time, too."

She looked away, but I caught a hint of a grin. "Well, apples and oranges, right?"

"How about you prove how fun you are." I cleared my throat. "Go get us a few beers."

She laughed. "So much for taking it easy tonight." She glanced down at the pool again. "Or are you just trying to get rid of me so you can enjoy the view in private?"

My pulse quickened. She wasn't really accusing me of...was she?

Not that she'd be wrong to do so. But had I been so obvious about it?

"Course not," I said without so much as glancing down at our mothers.

Brianna leaned in closer, dropped her voice. "Good. I keep telling Dom you're not as lame as he says you are." She stretched a manicured finger towards me. It was of course, red. The finger stopped just short of my bare chest. "Some day soon you're going to prove me right, aren't you?" Without waiting for an answer, my unfairly attractive cousin left. Her hips somehow managed to do a fair share of swaying, narrow though they were. And I couldn't help but notice how surprisingly round her relatively small ass looked in her tight shorts. It wasn't as big as I might like, but it was well-shaped, and those little cheeks were cleanly separated from her thighs. I hated how with most really skinny chicks, you couldn't quite tell where her legs ended and her ass began.

I cursed at myself as she disappeared into the suite.

She was my cousin, for fuck's sake!

The thoughts I'd been having when she showed up were bad enough. But there, we were only talking about fleeting glimpses of what I knew wasn't really my mother or my aunt. In a sense, I wasn't ogling them, so much as fantasies made flesh that were only relatively loosely based upon them to begin with.

Yet, here I was, getting worked up over my cousin, and I wasn't even sure how different the alternate version of her was. If I'd even just been staring at a fantasy version. There was no conceivable way that I could tell myself that I hadn't been checking out my cousin because I'd been checking out some other woman, some woman that didn't really exist.

Had I always been aware that her skin was so fair, her hair so thick and shiny? That she had what was probably the most beautiful face I'd ever seen, with its perfect inverted teardrop shape, exquisite cheekbones, and oversized green eyes? Had I ever noticed the way she moved, like she knew that every guy who laid eyes on her would instantly ache with desire? Not just knew it, but took it for granted?

Yeah, I had. Maybe I had tried to ignore it, but looking back, I had to admit that I'd always been aware that Brianna was freaking hot. However much I might wish that she had a shapelier figure, it was hard for me to even imagine what it would take for my cousin to look better from the neck up. And I couldn't pretend that the rest of her was entirely failing to impress either. In fact, I was having trouble getting over how good her ass looked. I'd never have guessed she was carrying a treasure like that around with her. Maybe that was enhanced by whatever had affected her mother and mine, even if the rest of her appearance was as it had always been.

The realization of how intensely I was lusting after my cousin filled me with guilt.

But it excited me all the same.

The way my first toke of a joint and first sip of beer had. However much I might have come to enjoy those things later, when I'd first tried them, I'd thought them pretty disgusting, truth be told. But they were forbidden, and that alone made them irresistible.

And what could be more forbidden than sex with a member of your own family?

Time slipped by, and she didn't return. I slid open the glass door, peaked my head into the living room of the four bedroom suite she and I shared with her parents and mine.

"Brie? We out of beer?"

No reply came.

I shrugged. She'd probably found Dom after all.

Which was just as well.

I felt the sudden need to be alone for at least a few minutes.

#

I grabbed a beer from the fridge and left the suite. Our floor had its own lobby, complete with a bar, pool tables, electronic dart boards, and foosball. Right next door to it, there was a small fitness center. There was also a reasonably well-equipped office.

I was about to start a solo game of darts when I noticed Todd walk in. "Hey. Care for a game?" I asked, twirling a plastic dart in my hand.

"Sure. Just let me get a drink. Thirsty as all hell," he said.

My younger brother also now seemed to have another version, I realized.

As did I. How had I not noticed that before?

He was a good looking guy to begin with, standing several inches taller than his two older brothers and having a frame that would have suited him well had he ever wanted to play football. Not that he ever had. He didn't seem to have a problem making the time to work out, but other than that, you couldn't get him away from his video games. The other version of him was, well, more of the same. I'd never even been curious in that sense, but you didn't need to be to know he looked damned good.

The same went for me. I was a few inches shy of average height. Still taller than most women, but not by as much as either I or they would like. I was what you'd politely call stocky. Plenty of upper body strength, but not particularly toned. Only now, somehow, I was. I still didn't have a particularly narrow waist or my brother's pronounced V-shaped torso, but every part of me was rock solid. I tapped myself where my slight beer gut should be and found chiseled abs with deep grooves between the mounds of muscle.

Todd headed back over with a water that was already half empty in one hand and a vodka-tonic in the other. "What've you been up to all day?"

I handed him a fistful of darts. I'd thrown a bad round. Not that it mattered. I never beat Todd. Never. "All day? I woke up maybe two hours ago."

He shrugged. "Same here, but I figured Captain Responsible would've been up a long ass time ago. Some night last night, though."

"Yeah, it was, wasn't it?" I said.

"Brie really brought her A-game. Damn."

I raised an eyebrow.

"You know any girls that can drink like that?" he asked. "Good thing you didn't accept her challenge to a drinking contest. I'm at least half certain that she'd have won, despite being, what, seventy pounds lighter than you?"

I guess he was seeing the new me, though it apparently didn't phase him. Otherwise, unless he really sucked at math, he'd have guessed more like a hundred.

"You went to the wrong school, man," I said. Which was almost certainly wrong, since he went to a party school and I'd gone to a top research university. But it sounded good. Or better than admitting that I hadn't been sure whether he'd talking about sex or not.

The damn punk threw two bulls-eyes in a row. "If you say so, dude. At any rate, ain't this the best vacation ever?"

"Yeah, man," I said. After a brief moment of hesitation, heart aflutter, I added, "Seems like it's bringing out the best in everyone."

"For real," he said without hesitation.

Or elaboration.

"What's Dom up to?" I asked.

"Hooked up with Brianna. Probably getting high without us. But whatever. I'm going to take it a little slower today."

I never could figure out what that phrase meant. These days, it seemed to have an almost exclusively sexual connotation. Almost. But once upon a time, when people said that someone had "hooked up with" their cousin, they'd have meant "met up with" and nothing more. Which was all it would mean to this day, if my parents said it.

This was Todd though. He very seldom was unaware of such things.

I put the comment aside for now, focused on the last part of what he'd said. "Sure you are, Mr. Vodka-Tonic for breakfast," I said.

He shrugged. "Fuck it. It's vacation."

I threw a total of forty points. This wasn't getting any prettier.

He laughed. "Are you even going to make me work for this win?"

I offered a faint snicker. Then, without dignifying the question with any further response, I asked, "What about Jack and Mark? Where are they?"

"Hanging out in the living room of our suite. I think Aunt Cindy wanted to talk to them or some shit. She just came in as I was leaving, and I didn't really pay attention to what she said. I'd gotten tired of kicking their sorry asses anyway."

"Like you're doing to me now, you mean?" I asked.

"I can't help it if I'm a god among, well, losers."

"Fuck you," I said. Both for the comment, and the bulls-eye he'd just thrown.

"Suck my veiny dick, sweet-lips."

I finished my beer and went to the bar for another. Todd and Brianna had the right attitude. This was vacation after all. If I found myself on my third or fourth beer before beer o'clock officially arrived at five, so what?

When I came back, I asked Todd, "Have you been seeing things?"

He jerked his head back, stared hard at me from under a furrowed brow. "You flipping out? We didn't even do any real shit last night."

"Nah, man, I just.... Yeah, you're right. I'll stick with alcohol tonight."

I wasn't even sure why I'd asked. When he'd guessed that I was only seventy pounds heavier than our tiny little cousin, he'd as good as told me he was seeing what I was seeing. No need for explicit confirmation, really.

"Pussy," he said as he threw another damn bulls-eye.

Figures. I'm not sure I could beat him at darts if he did his best to let me.

Which he most certainly wasn't.

Afterwards, Todd asked if I wanted to go find Dom and Brianna. I declined, told him I was going to go for a quick swim.

#

When I got the pool, I was pleased to find Mom and Aunt Liz were still there. They waved hi, but didn't call me over. That was as much a sign of how much they'd had to drink as the small army of empty glasses clustered on the table between their lounge chairs. Ordinarily my mother would want a brief report on what everyone was up to, some assurance that no one was getting into trouble.

And by someone, she'd mean Dom. But she wouldn't say it. You'd never get Mom to admit that she had precisely one son who'd spent a night in jail, who'd withdrawn from college for the semester no less than three times, and who was no longer welcome in any of the bars within twenty minutes of my parents' house.

I swam a dozen quick laps then camped out the edge of the pool, pretending I needed to catch my breath. The two of them weren't sitting very close to the edge of the pool, but they had enough to drink that they weren't thinking to keep their voices down. 

"...know how she did it," Aunt Liz said. "No way I could have, when I was as new to it all as she still is. She just might do it. Not that it will be bad to see the court pass back into Orwin hands. But it just seems early for her. I'm not sure she's mature enough."

Who were the Orwins? Uncle Jim's last name was Lohman, and Liz's maiden name, like my mother's, was Adams. And what court was she referring to?

"I know," Mom said. "I'd figured we'd have another year before...."

I couldn't make out the rest of my mother's sentence. But it had sounded like she'd said "she makes a play for the throne."

What throne?

I swam a few more laps, trying to piece together the snippets I'd overheard. And also wondering how it was that my aunt had only the slightest bit of color to her, and my mother's skin was like pure ivory. With all the time they spent in the sun, it made no sense at all.


Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 01



I stopped for a rest at the edge again.

"...I know, I know. You're totally right. I told you about that one time, right? I honestly wish I felt the same. But I don't know. There's just. When I think about...," once more, I couldn't tell what Mom said for a few moments, "...he wants, like he couldn't resist the urge even if he wanted to. You know?"

She continued on, but I couldn't hear. Whatever she was talking about, she was almost short of breath, she was so excited.

"Yeah, I see what you mean. And I think you're right. But honestly, that's what turns me off. I just can't see him being responsive to what his partner wants, and when she does or doesn't want it," Aunt Liz said.

My heart sped up. So that was what they were talking about.

"Well, listen, if you don't want to, I just may have to," Liz continued.

My mother half-shrieked, half-laughed. "I didn't say I relinquish my claim to him. All I'm saying is that I might not start with him. I mean, he is good. And a fast learner. In a few years, or maybe even a few months, he's going to be unbelievable. But we only just...."

Yet again, I couldn't tell what she was saying. Only just initiated who? Into what?

"Well, I'm not promising I'm going to wait until you're ready for him. I'm taking this conversation as you having exercised your right of first refusal." The two broke into another round of girlish giggling. Then Aunt Liz added, "But seriously. I promise to share with you when you're ready for him. Wouldn't that be nice?"

Well, it sure as hell made for a nice mental image.

Fuck. I should not, not, not be reacting this way.

They both laughed yet again. "Okay, we'll call that a deal," Mom said. "Oh, god, can you believe what we're talking about? We're so horrible!"

"Are we?" Liz said.

"If so, I'm not sure I care!" Mom practically squealed.

"To a glorious family vacation," Liz said, holding her glass up.

"You said it, sister," my mother said.

I kicked off for a few more laps, needing to let my blood flow to other parts.

#

I chatted with them for a few minutes before heading back up to the suite so that I wouldn't feel like it was obvious that I was spying on them. Maybe it worked. Maybe it wasn't a concern to begin with. But it made me feel a little better.

I heard voices from the living room of the suite as I approached. I stopped, listening at the door. The hotel air conditioning pebbled my still wet skin, but I didn't want to waste the opportunity to get a better sense of what other people knew.

The voices belonged to my father and Uncle Jim.

"...serious? No, I don't feel guilty. You think our wives aren't having the same thoughts right now? Have you seen how Ellen looks at...," my father said.

It was hard to make out, what with the door between us, but I thought he said, "Dom." And then shame filled me for being jealous, of all things, that I thought my father had just suggested that Mom wanted to fuck my older brother.

Uncle Jim laughed. "Well, I'll tell you what, that was the best lay of my life."

"We made some beautiful children, what can I say," my father said.

Oh, god. Fuck. I think he was talking about Natalie. My kid sister. Well, she wasn't a kid anymore. Not by any means. But still.

"That you did. And god damn, but can she suck a fucking dick. Doesn't have the grace my Brie has, but she sure has enthusiasm," Uncle Jim said.

My knees trembled. So it was both of them.

I couldn't take anymore. I'd confirmed what I suspected. Whatever it was, it had affected all of us. And it was more or less what I thought it was. What caused it, how it made our appearances change, I couldn't have said. But I didn't need to hear more details in order to hate myself still more for not being completely revolted.

I waited a few seconds after my key card caused the lock to beep and the bolt to click as it slid out of the lock. Then I pushed the door open slowly and walked into the suite, holding the towel a few inches out in front of me so as to hide the wholly inappropriate reaction I'd had to picturing first Brie then Nat getting double-teamed by Dad and Uncle Jim.

After some obligatory chit-chat with the two distinguished older gentlemen whose bodies belonged to much younger men, I rushed into my room. My head was spinning.

God help me, I liked that this was happening.

I should be trying to figure out a way to undo it. Shouldn't I?

It was like the world that I took for granted was just a really convincing but ultimately paper-thin illusion, under which lay a thoroughly perverse reality.

This was the oldest, strongest taboo. An act so unnatural, so depraved, that virtually every society in the world prohibited it.

Yet, incest was all I could think about.

With my eyes closed, I tried to picture my mother naked. Not my mother as she really looked, which would be a disturbing sight. But the sexpot that had taken her place lately. The woman with the impossibly extreme curves. The woman with a relatively narrow waist yet breasts just this side of too big. Breasts that, for many men, probably were already well into the territory of too big, to be honest. But to me, while Liz's were very nice, Mom's were absolutely amazing. Coupled with her ultra fair skin, full red lips, big brown eyes, thick lashes, lush eyebrows, and raven-black hair, she was so fucking hot that it hurt.

My heart raced. Just the thought of it was driving me crazy.

I stood in front of the mirrored closet door. I could control this. We all could, I was sure. And perhaps that also meant we could stop it, or at least opt out. But I dismissed that thought. Entertaining it meant I had to feel guilty for not doing so.

I pulled off the fresh pair of pants and boxers I'd put on as soon as I got in my room. It took a great deal of effort, but after a fashion, I produced the desired response.

My dick, average sized on a good day with a short ruler, was growing rapidly. I must have added at least two inches to my length, and a fair amount of girth.

There had to be limits. But I kept trying, pouring more and more energy into the effort, and eventually it got to half again as big as it normally was.

#

Between grabbing a few beers not long after waking up, a few laps in the pool, and whatever it was I'd done to augment my manhood, I was just about ready for a nap. But I was afraid that if I took one, I'd miss out on too much. So I decided to take a good, long, hot shower and hope that would help wake me up.

And it did help, some. And at least I didn't smell like chlorine anymore. But I could still use a bit of a jolt. So I slipped out of my bedroom, intent on getting a cup of coffee.

"Hey, sweetie," Mom called from the sofa. She put her book down and pushed her reading glasses to the tip of her nose. But I wasn't looking at my mother, who actually needed reading glasses. This was the otherworldly temptress, who despite having a few hints of maturity here and there, could have passed for a woman in her twenties if you didn't look too closely. The one with curves that no human woman could possibly have.

Damn, the glasses looked good on her. And would look better coated in....

The rest of what she was wearing wasn't hurting anything either. Mostly because there was so damned little of it. She wore a white terry cloth robe that barely came past her waist and that was it. As far as I could tell anyway. The robe was entirely too small for a woman of her endowment though, and there was a very titillating expanse of flesh on display. If she was wearing a bra, her breasts would be sitting higher, would be pressed more tightly together. But I suppose she could have been wearing underwear, if it was a thong. Pretty much anything else, I'd have been able to see, so much of her was on full display.

"You still running around by yourself? What are your brothers up to? Your cousins?"

I shrugged. "I'm about to go see what everyone is up to. Just need some coffee first."

She nodded. "That's good. Just hate the thought of you feeling left out. I know your sister has felt that way at times. But it's not like there are no boys your age around."

I was tempted to tell my mother that I thought Nat was keeping herself plenty entertained, but I kept that one to myself. "What about you? Where's your playmate?"

A faint smile. "I'm going to wake her up in a half hour or so and we're going to go have some drinks. Cindy might be joining us. Mommy Happy Hour, I guess."

"Good for you. Must be nice to finally get to spend some time with your sister without having to worry about cleaning up after everyone, making a big holiday dinner, and all."

Mom shrugged. "Yeah. It's nice."

"Oh, come on. You're not having any more fun than at Thanksgiving or Christmas?"

She waved the question away. "Of course I am. It's great to get to relax. I just meant that Liz and I were never as close as you and your brothers."

It took some effort to keep from snickering at that. Todd and I got along well, sure. And Dom and I had started to make amends now that we were older. But our relationship had its ups and downs. To put it mildly.

Of course, Mom had always refused to see it. Just as she refused to believe anything that didn't cast Dom in a flattering light.

Had Mom and Liz been the same as Dom and I had been?

Somehow, I couldn't see Mom knocking some of Liz's teeth loose one day only to beat the crap out of a bully who'd been bothering her at school the next.

But maybe Mom, like her oldest son, had slept with some of the people her younger siblings dated. I suppose that wasn't impossible to believe.

"Well, you know, Liz was something of a goody-two shoes." Mom blushed, held up her hands in protest, though I hadn't said anything. "I don't mean that to sound judgmental. It wasn't like I didn't invite her to hang out with me and my friends. Just that she never wanted to. Probably thought I was a bad influence."

Right. Because the first thought I had when thinking about Mom was "bad influence."

Mom laughed, blushed, and looked away. "Oh, Frank. You should have seen me when I was younger. You wouldn't believe it was the same person."

Well, it wasn't as hard as it had once been to imagine her young, that was for sure.

"We all smoked, and she didn't. We drank, and she didn't really. Heck, my fiance rode a motorcycle. I think Liz thought he was in Hell's Angels," she laughed, gazed off into the distance wistfully. "I just thought the bike was cool."

"Wait, you were engaged before Dad?"

She nodded. "I thought I told you that before."

Probably had. Who listened to such things?

Only, now, I was finding the details of her love life to be quite compelling.

"Maybe. I guess I forgot. So what happened?"

"He died a month after we got engaged. Car accident."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," my mother said with a sigh. "If he hadn't, you'd never have been born."

True enough. But that seemed like a sick way of looking at it. And the hint of a tear in my mother's eye told me she didn't see it that way either.

"Anyway, if it wasn't bad enough that I hung out with people who smoked and drank and, if you can believe it, sometimes swore, I started dating again a week after Lenny died. In retrospect, I was obviously rebounding. But I thought I was really ready to move on. And Liz just didn't approve of that at all. Made sure I knew it too."

I'm not sure I entirely disagreed with Aunt Liz. "I didn't know that," I said, wishing I'd had something cleverer to say instead.

"Yeah. She's very traditional in a lot of ways. You know Jim was her first boyfriend? Not quite only, because they broke up for a while and she went on a few dates with guys she had absolutely no interest in just to make Jim jealous. But besides that, they've been together since they were sixteen."

I was pretty sure that this, at least, was something she had told me before. But I'm not sure it had ever occurred to me just how much more I had in common with my aunt than I did my mother. Maybe only because I'd had an image of my mother that didn't seem to fit reality so well, whereas it sounded like Liz had always been mature and responsible.

"That explains it then," I said.

"Of course...," Mom said. She hesitated, fretting at her delicious lower lip. Her brown eyes looked away, then back. "Well, I shouldn't tell you this, but we're all adults here."

I nodded and gestured for her to continue.

My mother lowered her voice to a rather more conspiratorial tone, "It is ironic that Miss Traditional Family Values with the Perfect Marriage to her High School Sweetheart hasn't exactly been monogamous for a long, long time."

I raised an eyebrow.

On a certain level, it was anything but surprising, given the extracurricular activities of which we were all, apparently, taking ample advantage. But at the same time, I hadn't yet figured out whether that was a longstanding family tradition of which I'd somehow remained previously unaware or a one time thing, brought about by some supernatural intervention. But whatever the story behind our family's involvement with incest, Liz had apparently been leading a rather adventurous love life since long before this vacation.

"I know. You'd never have guessed," Mom said. She gesticulated emphatically as she continued, slapping her knee here, raising her hands up high in exasperation there, and so on. "Women as often as men, and more for her than for Jim. In fact, I think she only lets Jim participate some of the time. Seems she's as into cuckoldry as anything."

"Wow," I said, trying to hide my arousal at the revelation. I forced a laugh. "That's certainly a bit more risque than starting to date a bit too soon after your fiance dies."

"Isn't it?" Mom exclaimed. "Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying your father and I never experiment. But I've never pretended to be...," she didn't finish the sentence.

My heart was racing. But I felt the need to maintain the illusion. I covered my ears, and said, "La la, don't need to know, la la."

Mom laughed. "Okay, okay. Sorry."

"Quite all right. Anyway, I'm going to go get some coffee. You two free-spirited libertines have fun at your happy hour."

She smiled. "We will. Now come give your mother a kiss."

I swept over to her, gave her a peck on the cheek, and left.

#

I spent the rest of the time before dinner over in the other suite. Everyone else had left by the time I got there, but sure enough, Jack and Mark were still there, playing X-box. Well, and Aunt Cindy there, drifting back and forth between the living room and her bedroom.

She was looking every bit as good as I expected, given the state of affairs. She was not an unattractive woman normally, mind. A bit too thin, maybe. Not tiny, and not as thin as I seemed to remember she had been when she was younger. But thin. And not especially athletic, so what ass she had was shapeless and droopy.

The other version of Cindy, though, was stunning. She had thick, blonde hair, with such prominent dark roots you could almost say she was a brunette with generous blonde highlights instead of a dirty blone. Her cornflower blue eyes were large and bright. Her skin was every bit as fair as that of most of the rest of the women of the family. Granted, even the idealized version of her had modest breasts. But then, it would be unfair to say they were too small, particularly for her frame. And they were perky. Not sloped and pointy like smaller breasts could sometimes be.

At any rate, what really caught my eye was her ass.

I probably ought to say it was perfect. It was leaning towards big even by my standards, and had a great heart shape. It bulged out behind her, rater than sagging towards the floor. And it was pretty much solid muscle. The damned thing was so ripe, so well defined, so well separated from her thighs that my mouth was practically watering.

She didn't hang around long, though. Unfortunately enough. Shortly after I arrived, she headed off for pre-dinner drinks with the other mothers. I'd almost forgotten about that.

I watched her gorgeous ass sway under the thin fabric of her dress as she left.

My cousins were damn lucky. There was no way they'd spent the afternoon with her without anything happening. Not with all that was going on.

Of course, I'd just been alone with my mother for a while, and hadn't even taken advantage of her request that I kiss her. Maybe something was wrong with me.

My cousins and I took turns facing off one-on-one in the latest first-person-shooter. While we played, I put out some light feelers to see what they knew. It was hard to say without asking more explicit questions, but I got the impression that Jack had a pretty good idea of what was happening while Mark didn't have a clue.

But then, Jack was every bit as nerdy as I was, in the best sense of that word. Meanwhile, his younger brother seemed like he should be a nerd too, given the circles he typically ran in, but was ultimately more of a jock in many ways. He had a nerd's love of role playing games, fantasy fiction, and so forth. But he also played soccer and basketball, ran track, and, most disappointingly, had the typical jock's sense of humor. Fart jokes seemed to be the height of comedic achievement in his mind.

"I can't believe we have to go to this lame family dinner," Mark said at one point. "I'd rather just order room service and keep right on kicking your ass," he said to Jack.

"Yeah? That's funny," he said gleefully. He leaned forward on the couch, raised his controller up close to his face, and jammed the buttons rapidly.

On screen, a rocket claimed Mark's life.

Jack leaned back and let the controller fall to his lap again. With a contented sigh, he added, "Because I just fracked your ass what good. Again."

Mark reached across the couch and smacked his older yet smaller brother upside the head. "Lucky shot. Punk-ass."

"I don't know," I said, shaking my head at the two of them. "Dinner sounds nice. The point of family vacation is to spend some time with, you know, your family, right?"

Jack nodded, flashing me a conspiratorial grin.

Mark shrugged. "I guess. But you're family. So's Todd. We're spending time with you guys."

"Well, yeah, but don't you ever get tired of the sausage party?" Jack said.

Mark looked at his brother like he'd just asked him if he got tired of breathing oxygen. "Dude. It's a family dinner."

And for most families, that would make Jack's comment seem quite weird.

Particularly in light of that comment, by the time we realized we really needed to head down to dinner, I was not only sure that Jack knew what was going on, but also fairly sure that he knew that I knew as well.

When Mark announced that he was going to get changed for dinner, Jack stuck around.

"I'm not alone, right?" he said as the door to the room he shared with Mark closed.

I shook my head. "No, you most definitely are not. As far as I can tell, it doesn't seem like anyone but Mark is still clueless at this point."

"Oh, he's not either," Jack said with a dismissive wave. "I assume he's just pretending not to have any idea what's going on because he doesn't know if you know. When Todd was here earlier, he mentioned that he wasn't sure if you remembered what you actually did last night. He seemed to think that maybe you were still under the veil."

"Oh," I said. "That makes sense." I hesitated, then asked, "What's a veil?"

He clapped me on the back. "It's okay. Everyone's memories seem to be at least a little scrambled. Just some more so than others, I guess. But it'll come back to you soon enough. Always does."

Always does?

"So, do you remember any of what you've done so far?" he asked.

"Not really."

"It's been a few days already. At least," he paused for a moment, scratching the back of his head, "I think it has. Do you know when we arrived?"




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"Again, not really," I confessed.

"Can't really remember much before today myself," he said.

"So, yeah, what happened today?" I asked, excitement dripping from every syllable.

I listened with rapt attention as he described what it had been like for him and his brother to double-team their mother. They'd taken turns spit-roasting her and, after a while, worked their way up to a proper double penetration, with one of them in her vag and one her ass.

Lucky. Fucking. Bastard.

"No, literally, you would not believe how nice her ass is," Jack continued.

I laughed, slapped his upper arm. "Don't worry, I believe you. It was hard not to jump up, bend her over, and take a bite out of that thing when she was in here earlier. Your mom has got a truly righteous ass, man, no doubt about it."

He smiled. "I noticed you noticing, yeah. But I'm still telling you. Good as it looked before, you still would not believe how good she looks naked. I'm not sure I've finished wrapping my head around it myself, and I spent a good while fucking her from behind."

When he finally wrapped up his last "Oh and another thing," and simply stared wistfully off into the distance, sighing contentedly, I said, "Like I said, I don't remember anything, really. Not for sure, anyway. I think I may have fucked Brianna last night. My brothers too. All three of us. But apparently, you already knew that."

He indicated that I was right.

"For that matter, I think my dad and my uncle have fucked her too," I continued. "And they've tag-teamed Natalie too, those bastards. I heard them talking about that earlier, when they thought they were alone."

"I thought so. On all counts," Jack said.

"So. What the fuck is going on?"

He half-snorted, half-chuckled. "Dunno exactly. But it's pretty amazing isn't it? I mean, if you could turn it off, you wouldn't, would you?"

I shook my head. "No, I wouldn't. Fuck. It hurts to say it out loud. I want to pretend I'm not that sick and depraved. But there's no way I'd want to undo it."

Jack laughed awkwardly. "I know exactly what you mean. But you know what? It's supernatural, so why blame ourselves?"

There were supernatural forces at work, clearly. But whether that relieved us of all culpability for our decisions, I was less sure.

But I also wasn't sure that I cared.



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Homelands: Autumn
Part One
Chapter Two

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You might want to read Chapter One first to figure out who everyone is and what is going on.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy. Supernatural forces play a prominent role throughout the novel.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.
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The hotel had reserved a room just for us. We had a nice fixed menu with three courses and an open bar. Couldn't ask for much more.

But it was hard to focus on dinner, I was so enraptured by the visions of beauty surrounding me. Our ordinary versions were nowhere to be seen. And none of the women wore outfits that were remotely appropriate for a family gathering of any kind, in any season.

I looked up and down the table, taking stock of each woman's virtues. Brianna was without question the prettiest. And I typically preferred brunettes. Mom had the body that I personally found most appealing. Though whether that explained why I wanted her so bad or was the result of that fact, I honestly wasn't sure. At any rate, depending on one's tastes, any of the women of the family could be said to be the hottest. Liz had a lot of the same appeal as my mother. Porcelain skin, jet-black hair, and serious curves. In her case, those curves, though impressive, were certainly not cartoonish. For some, that would be a plus. Cindy also had nice curves, though they were distributed differently. She was a little fitter than Liz, less busty, with a smaller, tighter ass, if still one that was outsized relative to her frame. An ass-man would find plenty to like in Liz, but would probably find Cindy irresistible. Natalie didn't have any features that stood out as better than all the others, but nothing about ranked last either. And while I was having trouble getting past her orange-ish tan and blonde streaks in her brown hair, I suspected most men wouldn't care about that. If they didn't, they'd probably say she had the best overall package.

I noticed Mom making eyes at Dom, who in turn clearly only had eyes for Brianna. Natalie and Todd were, I was fairly sure, playing with each other under the table.

Meanwhile, Aunt Liz was making eyes at me. She'd occasionally lick her lips slowly and suggestively. I held back any reaction as best I could. But fuck, it was hard.

Her black evening gown clung to her statuesque form like it had been painted on. It also left most of her cleavage exposed. But even if I forced myself to look her in the eyes, it only helped so much. She might not be quite as pretty as her daughter, but she sure as hell wasn't hard on the eyes.

The whole experience was agonizing. While everyone's body language seem to be issuing promises of illicit favors to be delivered later in the evening, the conversation was painfully, glaringly dull. We planned activities for the next day. Plans I doubted any of us would be following up on. Because, any moment now, we'd descend into carnality openly and wantonly, dispensing with all pretense, and there'd be no going back. But that moment was not now. And so the conversation shifted from one boring topic to the next.

What we absolutely did not discuss was incest.

Even though it was clear that we were all thinking about it.

Nor did we discuss the changes that had come over us, the holes in our memories, or anything even remotely related. I had to imagine this is what it felt like to be one of the participants in those studies where you are asked which of two equal length lines is shorter after witnessing a dozen people claim the top one is. Though you have no idea why no one will state the obvious, you don't want to be the only one to go against the grain.

After the salad, soup, appetizers, and entrees, I saw Aunt Liz head up to the bar for another drink. Deciding I'd simply had enough, I slipped up beside her, planting a hand softly on the small of her back. "Hey there, beautiful," I said.

She flashed me a brief grin. "Did you try the potatoes? They-"

"What do you say we go back to my room?"

Her eyes went wide for a moment, but she regained her composure quickly. "For? Don't you want to stick around and see what they've got for dessert?"

"I'd rather have you for dessert."

"Oh. My. Um, Frank, are you really-"

I pulled her closer, stared into her eyes intently. "You've been making eyes at me all night. And I heard you and my mother earlier, by the pool."

She blushed. "What...exactly...did you hear?"

"Enough to know that Mom is dying to fuck Dom, but you want someone more attentive. So let me take you upstairs and make sweet love to every inch of your body with my mouth."

Her lips moved, but she couldn't seem to find her words. Without waiting for her to do so, I took her by the hand and led her to elevator bank.

The second the elevator doors closed she covered the tiny distance between us.

My hands squeezed her ripe ass tightly. It was a thing of pure beauty.

"For the record, you seduced me," she whispered between nibbles of my ear. A few moments later, she enclosed my mouth in hers. Her lips were obscenely soft and full.

As one of her hands made its way down my rocky abs, heading towards my crotch, I remembered what I'd learned earlier and made a quick adjustment. I didn't want her to be disappointed with what she found waiting for her.

She gasped as she tried to take hold of my massive dick through the denim. "Holy shit, Frank," she said. "It's fucking huge."

"He must like you," I said.

"Tell him the feeling is mutual."

I placed one hand on the back of her neck and held her a few inches away for a few moments before exploring her luscious mouth again. Her eyes were big and deep and brown. They were accentuated dramatically by thick circles of kohl. Her eyebrows, thick and full, had a similar effect. Her hair could not have been thicker, richer, darker, or more lustrous. The slight hints of age at the corner of her eyes and her mouth were the only signs of imperfection, and they mostly just served as a reminder of her years of experience.

We practically fell over a few times as we made our way to my room. It didn't take but a few moments for us to rip each other's clothes off.

As promised, I took the time to show my appreciation for just about every part of her delicious body. Her ankles had the nicest sharp curves. Her calves were thick and powerful, and led nicely into her knees. Her thighs rippled with hard muscles that bespoke countless hours in the gym, yet were still soft in the right places.

And her ass was every bit as amazing as I'd expected it to be, and then some.

I was in heaven as I worked her over with my lips, hands and tongue.

When I'd had my fill of those pleasures, I rolled her over and licked, nibbled, and kissed my way from her toes to her earlobes, paying particular attention to her hips. As I teased her relentlessly, she moaned, writhed her hips, whispered my name, and begged me to put an end to the torture.

Eventually I made my way back between her legs. When I did, she all but cried.

She tasted amazing. Salty, but also sweet. Unnaturally so. Not that I was about to complain. Eating her out was almost like eating candy. She tasted like berries. Blackberries.

Then she returned the favor. And those lips were very, very well-suited for the task. Didn't hurt that she was quite skilled with her tongue as well.

I tried to hold out. I didn't want this to end. The pleasure was simply too intense. To the point that I couldn't believe it was entirely physical. Whatever enabled us to manipulate our appearance apparently affected our senses as well.

It was simply unlike anything I'd ever experienced. At least, so far as I could remember. Apparently, I'd spent several days of fucking the inhumanly alluring women of my family already. Who knows what I'd experienced in that time. But at least at the moment, I couldn't remember ever having felt anything like it.

So it was no surprise that I didn't last very long. Not a few minutes after my aunt started going down on me, I took a fistful of her perfect hair, squeezed my ass cheeks together so hard I felt my tailbone pop, and shot a steaming load of spunk into her warm mouth. She gulped as she swallowed every last bit of my cum.

Thankfully, she didn't stop after I came. Just laughed, asked me if I was a bit excited, and went right back to work. She had me on the brink of tears for a good long while before I finally fed her another load of jizz, which she happily swallowed the same as the first.

We experimented with many different positions. Some seemed more like exercises in acrobatics more than anything, they were so impractical. But the sheer exoticism of them was exciting enough to make up for that.

Best of all, she was far tighter than a woman her age should be.

Her lips folded around me like their sole purpose in life was to welcome my cock and no other inside her. And she had amazing control over her inner muscles.

After a while, she whispered in my ear that she wanted me to come around back.

"What do you mean?" I asked, though I knew full well what she was suggesting.

"I want that thick piece of meat inside my ass. What do you say? Do you want these," she slapped her gorgeous orbs with open palms, gave her ass cheeks a firm squeeze, "squeezed tight around your pole?"

"Fuck yes," I said, plying her hands away so that I could squeeze the beautiful mounds myself. "I'd love to get inside there. Are you sure you want that though? Won't it hurt?"

She laughed. "Sure, at first. But the pain goes away, and gets replaced by the most intense pleasure. Just be careful, okay? Don't try to be a manly man and pummel me into oblivion the way you've been doing for my little kitten."

"Okay," I said. I leaned in and kissed one ripe ass cheek. Then I playfully bit it, leaving tiny indentations of my teeth in the gorgeous flesh.

It was something else. Tight didn't begin to describe it.

Per her request, I went slow at first. But gradually, she loosened up and before long, she was begging me to pound her harder and harder.

Who was I to refuse?

I just couldn't get over how hot her ass was. Her cheeks pressed against my thick shaft, clenching and unclenching rhythmically. Her asshole was so warm and so tight. Every moan, hiss, and sigh made me quiver.

We came together violently. It was one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever experienced.

The same went for her, I felt sure. Still, when I decided to launch another all-out war on her, putting my mouth to work pleasuring her from head to toe, she reached still greater heights of ecstasy. I almost worried that she'd throw out her back, thrashing around so.

The sun was just coming up when we finally fell apart into sweaty heaps.

#

When I woke up, Aunt Liz was gone. Nearly every muscle in my body was sore.

I took a long shower. I wanted to pleasure myself, but I didn't think I had it in me. I was pretty sure I should be ashamed of what had happened, but I no longer even cared.

It was almost 2 o'clock when I finally walked into the living room. P-fucking-M.

Brianna lay sprawled out on the couch, wearing a red teddy that barely reached the tips of her creamy thighs. Damn, but her modest breasts almost looked large on her tiny frame. Her hair, dark reddish-brown with flashes of brighter red, was fanned out on the pillow beneath her head.

She smiled widely at me and suddenly a garter belt and black fishnets appeared from nowhere. But she still wasn't wearing any underwear. The thin landing strip above her gorgeous pussy was the same red-brown as the luscious tresses hanging about her head.

"Morning. Ish," she said.

"Hello yourself," I said.

"Was my mother good to you?" she asked.

I didn't say anything.

"No one was alone last night. You realize that, right? I mean, your entire family spent the night committing vile acts of incest. A few on the dinner table. Most long into the night afterwards. And damned if we didn't all enjoy it."

I drew a deep breath. Hearing it said aloud still managed to arouse a slight hint of disgust. Nonetheless, I was sporting a diamond-cutter as I drank in the tall glass of sexy before me. Well, not very tall. Only Mom was shorter. But the point was, there was no denying that she was smoking hot, even if she wasn't entirely my type. And so comfortable in her skin that I could hardly imagine how uninhibited she must be in bed.

Then I remembered that, technically, I'd already found out. But I couldn't have said what it was like. I had only the dimmest memory of that night.

Still, I forced myself not to get too distracted. Refused to stare at her beautiful, glistening lips. Tried not to notice her prominent clitoris was already peaking out from under its hood.

"How did you set all this up?" I asked.

She laughed, crossing one thin but ever so nicely shaped leg over the other. "You finally put that together? But you still don't know why?"

I cleared my throat by way of response.

"Not quite your type, am I? Even my mother was just a substitute for yours. I'd say that's sick. But then, I really can't judge. I've been a very bad girl."

"This isn't just a vacation. You're up to something. But I don't know what."

She flashed her impossibly white teeth at me. "You know, I thought it would take you longer to figure out I was behind it, but I assumed that once you did, you'd know exactly why. You have no idea how happy it makes me to see you so confused."

Which I guess was another way of saying that her answer to my question was a big old fuck you. And wasn't going to change if I asked again nicely.

Brianna ran her hand through her curly hair. Damn, but she had the most beautiful face. The most beautiful I'd ever seen, really. "Just get over here already," she said.

No, no. This was a bad idea. She was behind whatever was happening. I had to figure out what was going on, and make her reverse it.

Fuck, I'm weak. And reversing it sounded like a terrible idea.

Brianna's tight and athletic thighs were wrapped tightly around my head a moment later. Her taste was exquisite. Unreal, actually. There were traces of a woman's natural taste, but there as also just a bit of cherry mixed in with her natural juices. Maybe even more than a bit. It made her taste sweet. Like her mother. Only more so.

It probably should have weirded me out. But it only made me want her that much more.

"Oh, mmm, yes, just like that, Frank," she said.

Brianna dug her fingernails into the back of my head as I brought her to climax once, twice, thrice, relishing her sweet taste. I could eat that pussy all day.

Then her stiletto heels dug into my ass as I buried my huge cock into her pussy. I almost couldn't believe I'd thought Liz was tight.

Truthfully, I'd only thought I knew what sex was before that moment.

Brianna could squeeze herself tight or loosen up on a whim. Some of the pleasures she was visiting upon me weren't entirely physical in nature. I wasn't sure how the heck she did it, but every brush of her fingers felt like a miniature orgasm.

When she mounted me and rode me reverse-cowgirl style, she did things with her tight little ass that skinny white women aren't supposed to be able to do. If she'd tried to implant a post-hypnotic suggestion in my mind afterwards, I'm sure it would have worked.

Her kisses were like drugs. It was a wonder I didn't cum just from that.

"Frank," she said in my ear, gripping the back of my head as she pressed me against her shoulder. "Fuck me harder, dammit. I'm no delicate little flower. I need that fat cock."

Oh god. I rammed her harder and harder, faster and faster. She moaned and sighed, and her high-pitched, ultra-feminine voice drove me wild. Brianna had always had the highest voice in the family. I'd once thought it grating. But now it just seemed cute as hell.

Note that hell was cute. But I could hardly think straight just then.

After a few furious rounds, my cousin showed me all the wonders of which her tongue was capable. They were many. And the real kicker was that she was absolutely dedicated to her craft. She wasn't out to satisfy me. No. That was simple enough to do. Rather, Brianna made a show of bringing me to the brink, pulling me back, then repeating the process. Over and over. I begged her to let me finish. Eventually, she gave in to my plead, but not for a long time. It was both the most excruciating and most glorious thing I'd ever felt.

She offered me her ass after that, skipping right over traditional intercourse. Once I let my dick shrink back to something closer to its natural size, we both enjoyed it thoroughly.

Then we showered and started over, orally pleasuring one another again before working our way back to intercourse. No matter how many times I came, somehow, I managed to just keep right on going.

At some point, I blacked out.

#

When I came to, it was well into the evening. And despite the lengthy nap, I still felt drained. Not just physically, though of course that was true.

I felt like something else had been sucked out of me. And felt stupid for not having realized what she was doing.

I ordered some food from room service. While I waited, I tried to puzzle it all together. And the more I thought about it, the more obvious it became. Brianna had climaxed several times, and each time she had, she'd looked a little scared. I'd mistaken it for extreme fear of emotional intimacy, fear that I'd think I was special to her because I'd gotten her off. No chance of that, safe to say. Heck, she'd even covered my mouth every time I tried to speak.

No, she wasn't worried about letting our physical intimacy become more than that. She was protecting herself in an entirely different fashion.

Myself, I'd cum more times than was humanly possible, and now here I was, feeling completely drained. It was so obvious, I didn't know why I hadn't figured it out earlier.

But a quick nap would remedy that. I hoped.

I woke back up around eleven.

My father, Uncle Jim and Dom were in the sky lobby, drinking. I joined them. "Well look who finally joined the land of the living," my father said. Then looking at my uncle, he asked, "Rough night last night?"

"Not really. More like rough afternoon," I said.

My uncle smiled and gave me a thumbs up. "Good for you."

"What about you guys? I miss anything by leaving early last night?"

All three chuckled. "You could say that," Dom said.

"Yeah, good wholesome fun, I'm sure," I replied.

"Well, family fun at any rate, yeah," Dom replied. "After the dinner party broke up, I fucked the hell out of Brianna all night. Handcuffs. Toys. Crazy shit. I'm not sure I even know the words to describe half of what we did. The woman is on a different level than the rest of us mere mortals."

So. All pretense was gone. And why not. After Dad described his evening with his sister and Uncle Jim confessed that he'd been too worn about by Brianna and Natalie to partake any further, I asked, "So how'd everyone spend the day today?"

"Mostly fucking Mom," my brother replied flatly.

I felt as if punched in the gut. But it was hardly a surprise.

"Another round with Cindy," Dad said. "Tried to get Todd to join me. But he was busy having a threesome with your Aunt Liz and Natalie. The lucky bastard."

"Tennis," Jim said, apparently without irony.

"By the way," Dom said, "You know what the best part about fucking Mom was? The way she laughed about how badly you want her while she was cumming all over me."

Blood rushed into my face. "Do you really need to hear me say it? Is that why you're fucking with me? Fine. We're all degenerates. Sick, disgusting, perverse inbred fucks. Including me."

"Drink to that," my uncle said, clinking bottles with my dad.

After a fashion I finally asked, "So, honestly, how was she?"




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My brother shrugged. "Huge fucking tits. Monstrous ass too. Way too big. And she expected me to do everything."

Dad nodded his agreement. "Fucking right. Been trying to get her to lose some weight for a long time. When I married her...well, I haven't seen that woman in a long time."

Dom tried to hide a grin in his beer. "And, yeah, I was just fucking with you about her laughing about you. Not about fucking her, of course, but about that part."

The three of them cracked up. Like it was the funniest joke ever told.

I forced a grin. "Good one."

"Oh, lighten up, dude," Dom said. "No sense pretending to feel guilty. None of us do. And I'm sure that includes you. Besides, it's just sex. No one's falling in love here."

I finished my beer and left the table to go find my mother.



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Homelands: Autumn
Part One
Chapter Three

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You might want to read Chapters One and Two first.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy. Supernatural forces play a prominent role throughout the novel.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.
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I went back to the suite, feeling like steam should be billowing out of my ears. Naturally, I realized I had no right to be upset. Neither about the fact that the three of them were so cavalier about fucking their family members, against the most basic moral instinct, nor about the fact that Dom had sex with Mom before I did. How could I be appalled that they were proud of what they'd done? I'd done the same. As for my brother fucking Mom before I had the chance to, how depraved did I have to be to feel that way? And how could I experience both feelings at one? But of course the multitudinous logical contradictions inherent in those feelings didn't prevent me from feeling them.

At any rate, my mother didn't want a tender, attentive lover. I'd more or less heard her say as much. She wanted to be with a man whose desire for her was so strong that he couldn't control his own actions. I'd hardly shown her that.

Deep breath. I'd had the time of my life with Aunt Liz and cousin Brianna. It wasn't like I was left out of the party. And if I wanted Mom, I just had to take her.

I slid my keycard into the machine, waited for the red circle to dim and the green one to light up. With a quick adjustment to my physique, I walked into the living room.

The couch held quite a sight. Todd had his legs spread wide and his head tilted back, eyes closed, as he enjoyed a blow-job from Aunt Cindy. Meanwhile, Aunt Liz was on her knees behind Cindy, burying her face in the blonde's snatch. Then there was Natalie, licking away at Aunt Liz. Finally, behind her was Mark, on his knees as well, pistoning his cock in and out of my sister. As he did, he pulled firmly on her mostly-brown-but-streaked-with-blonde hair. All of the women wore outfits straight out of a Frederick's of Hollywood catalogue.

The five of them all stopped for a moment as I came in, looked at me quickly, then collectively decided the interruption wasn't worthy of their attention.

Just then I noticed Jack walk out of my parent's room, his stiff dick swinging between his scrawny legs. Mom appeared in the doorway behind him. She draped her hands over his chest, leaned against his back. Her breasts were so huge that they were visible around the sides of his chest. Just barely, but it was still impressive.

Jack looked at me, raised an eyebrow, cocked his head sideways in a gesture towards my voluptuous mother. I nodded. He waved me over.

Mom's eyelids were heavy, her balance unsteady as she stepped away from Jack. She held her arms out, inviting me to hug her. A languid smile spread across her full, red lips.

I drank her in, my cock rapidly inflating. She wore nothing but a pair of sheer black stockings and a lacy garter. As Dom had said, her breasts were indeed huge. Her areolas were the size of a palm, but still weren't too big relative to the overall size of her massive tits. I'd seen bigger breasts with aureola the size of my head, and it was not attractive. Her nipples, hard and pink, were like pencil erasers. Bigger. Her pussy was shaved bald. Her waist was far thinner than made any sense given the rest of her. In fact, excepting her generous chest, thighs, and ass, there really wasn't any part of her that didn't belong on a smaller woman, for all that my father still complained about her weight. Her stomach was pretty flat, if not entirely firm. There were faint hints of love handles. Nothing like Brianna, who very nearly had a six-pack. But hardly the spare tire and thick folds that the woman I'd grown up with sported.

I forced myself to look up higher, peeling my eyes from her insane figure. Her luscious lips, long lashes and shadowed eyelids, coupled with her full eyebrows and lustrous black hair contrasted beautifully with her fair skin. Her face was a bit too soft, especially in the cheeks. Her nose was a little broad. And her crow's feet were a little more pronounced than her sister's. But she was still far prettier than a woman her age had any right to be.

Walking over to her, I accepted her implicit invitation for a hug. While squeezing her tight, I whispered in her ear, "For the rest of the night, you are mine."

Jack stepped back from the doorway. "Didn't realize that was what you meant. No worries. I'll clear out."

I paused. "No, no. That's alright. We can share. Something tells me one dick isn't enough for my slut of a mother. Am I right?"

It took Mom a moment to find her tongue. When she did, all she said was, "Oh my."

When we got in the room I threw her onto the bed. Not real hard, certainly not enough to hurt her. But not exactly gently either.

Jack raised an eyebrow at me, but didn't say anything as he closed the door behind us.

I walked over to my mother as she sat back up and grabbed the back of her head. Then I presented my dick to her, holding it firmly by the base.

She smiled before complying with my unspoken request. Her soft lips enveloped my monster. I sighed contentedly as she did. Jack eased onto the bed beside her, fondling her heavy breasts and soft thighs.

My mother was nowhere as good as Brianna. Not as good as Liz either. Too one-note, and not overly enthusiastic. Thankfully, she was open to feedback. Before long, in response to my direction, she was balancing the use of her tongue, her pillowy lips, and her throat. She no longer lingered excessively on any one spot. Just when I started to long for more intense pleasure, she'd focus her efforts on my sensitive helmet again.

In a matter of minutes, a generous load of my hot cum was sliding down my mother's throat. She slipped me out of her mouth, got ready to lean back. "Again," I said. "I want to clean the pipes out twice to be sure I can give you the fucking you deserve."

"Oh baby, you're making mommy so hot," she said.

She climbed onto all fours before resuming, so that Jack could kneel behind her and demonstrate his own skills at oral sex.

Mom did much better the second time, even with Jack distracting her. Having just blown my first load, I was able to last long enough to fully enjoy it too. I found myself at the brink of an orgasm that wouldn't quite come for what felt like forever before I finally shot another load down her throat. This time, Mom pulled back so only my head was still inside her and lapped up my jizz with her tongue as it gushed out.

After Jack got her off, I instructed her to lie on her back.

I didn't go for seductive and slow. Not at first. I attacked her, burying myself between her soft thighs. Before long, I added my fingers to the mix. I was determined to make sure she was too wrapped up in the ecstasy of my efforts to do much for my cousin. Not out of jealousy, at least not of Jack. I just wanted to make sure there was no doubt in my mother's mind about which of her sons was the better lover.

Well, and to be honest, I was enjoying the taste of her. She tasted faintly of blackberries, with a hint of raspberries. Absolutely delicious.

Only after she came violently, her powerful thighs squeezed so tight around me that I thought I would burst, did I step back and tell Jack that I thought the two of us should go for the full body treatment. Mom lay on her stomach, and I playfully sunk my teeth into her heavy ass cheeks, flicked my tongue along her spine while Jack massaged her feet and sucked her toes. We then rolled her over, and the two of us did the same to her from thighs to ears, teasing all of her less sensitive parts. We had Mom all but begging before I finally worked my way back to her pussy and Jack turned to her breasts.

"This is so perfect," she moaned as I worked her love box. "If you made me wait any longer, I don't know what I would have done."

She didn't take long to cum. As Jack sucked on one nipple, rolling the other between his fingers, and as my tongue assaulted her clit and my fingers her G-spot, my mother began convulsing vigorously. Then she ejaculated, her warm juices spraying my chin and neck. When she was done, we switched places, and Jack ate her out once again while I attended to her breasts. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive. Watching her react to the stimulation I was providing was getting me really worked up.

After Jack got her off again, my mother said, "That was amazing. But I seriously need one of you inside me. Like, now," she said.

"That's okay, I think I'm good," I said. "Thanks, though. What about you, Jack?"

"Fuck you," my mother said, sitting up and grabbing my shoulders. "Fuck your mother right now. Fuck me hard. I need my son's big dick inside me."

I reached under her, scooped her soft thighs up off the bed, and rammed my dick inside her. She gasped as I did so. "Oh yeah, baby, that's it. Fuck me," she said.

Jack slid around behind her and fondled her breasts while nibbling at her ears. Every now and then, he glanced down my mother's front, staring in fascination as I pounded her raw, my fat cock moving faster than humanly possible.

I let her thighs fall back to the bed, reached around her back, and grabbed hold of her ass. Dom was not lying. It was big. Really damned big. But he was wrong about one thing.

It was not, by any means, too big.

But it was unreal. So soft. I felt like I was squeezing gel. But it still had thick muscle beneath the generous layer of fat, muscle that girded the round treasure, shaped it, made sure it sat high on her frame.

My mother wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulled me close. Jack had no choice but to slip away at this point. He sat against the wall, jerking himself slowly, as he watched me go to town on my mother. I'd never been so focused on anything before. 

Her massive breasts, pressed tightly between us, spilled out to the side. We kissed passionately, traded tongue play, nibbled gently on each other's lips. Her lips were plump and unbelievably soft. Not as full as Aunt Liz's, but remarkable all the same.

I began to pound the fucking hell out of her, absolutely punishing her pussy. The sound of my thighs slapping into hers almost drowned out her moans. She was sopping wet. And surprisingly tight for a mother of four. Or perhaps it wasn't surprising, since none of this made sense. I doubted any of the women in my family were close to being loose.

I let my mother fall on her back and pulled her legs up, propping them on my shoulders. With her hips raised up off the bed ever so slightly, I was now driving more or less directly at her G-spot. I could feel the spongy flesh rubbing against the top of my shaft.

Mom's breasts swayed rhythmically. Gentle waves rippled across her creamy thighs. They were entirely devoid of cellulite, despite their size, and despite how soft they were. My mother moaned and moaned, every now and then throwing in words of encouragement. That is, when she wasn't biting her full lower lip, or one of the pillows.

All the while, Jack watched silently, stroking his cock almost absentmindedly.

After she'd had a few more intense orgasms, some of them squirters, and after I'd shot a few more loads either inside her or onto her stomach and breasts, my mother begged me to stop. Fighting to catch her breath, she said it was only fair to let Jack join the fun.

Jack shuffled back over to us excitedly, holding his cock up for his aunt to do with as she wished. She smiled, sucked his shiny helmet clean of pre-cum, then climbed atop him.

At first, I stood back from the bed and watched in wonder. Part of me thought that even though I'd just fucked her silly, made her cry my name over and over as I brought her to climax again and again, I should be jealous. It wasn't easy to watch another man pleasuring her. But it was still strangely exciting. If there was any woman I'd like to watch fuck, it was my mother. My mind almost couldn't accept the shape of her body.

By rights, an ass that size should be dimpled all over. But it was smooth as porcelain. And the way it rippled when my cousin smacked it almost made me cum. It absolutely defied reason, how that massive, heart-shaped work of art tapered into her narrow waist.

But after a while, I got tired of watching.

"Oh, honey," Mom said, gasping, as I slipped my thumb into her brown-eye.

"No?" I asked.

She hesitated, rocking her hips back and forth a few times. "Just be careful."

"Here," Jack said, holding up a bottle of lube. "Just saw this. Don't think it was there a second ago. Maybe it was. I don't know."

Didn't matter. I lubed Mom up and then slipped my fat cock in.

I went slowly, easing a quarter inch in at a time. Mom stopped riding Jack. He fondled her breasts, played with her nipples, but didn't thrust up into her as he had been.

It took a few minutes, but eventually I got it all in. Mom gasped as the final thrust brought my crotch into contact with her soft ass, my balls slapping against Jack's. We both of us pretended not to notice. Mom collapsed forward, lying atop my cousin's chest, arms splayed over the bed above him. "Oh, fuck, baby. It's so big."

"Do you want me to take it out?" I asked.

"No, no. I want to see what this is like." She knelt back up, looking over her shoulder at me. She smiled, licked her lips. "Whatever makes her baby happy, mommy wants to do."

"Good." I ran my hands through her silky hair gently, but threw in a few firm tugs here and there. I leaned forward and kissed her on the neck. After a few mini-thrusts, taking no more than two inches out at a time, I started really working. My hips rocked back and forth a little faster with each thrust. And a little more of my cock came out of her brown hole each time. Jack started out gentle and slow as well, but gradually picked up the pace.

Eventually I was pounding her ass every bit as furiously as I'd done her snatch earlier. And Jack wasn't going easy on her either.

Mom slapped Jack's chest, bit her lip, and grunted. But never asked us to slow down.

We kept that up for a good while. My mother must have had three monster orgasms before Jack and I filled her two holes with our sticky cum. After we emptied our sacs, cumming at more or less the same time, we slipped out of her.

Mom climbed off Jack, rolled onto her back, lying spread-eagled. She sucked air like she'd just run a marathon. A goofy smile spread across her face.

"That was kinda awkward," Jack said to me without taking his eyes off his aunt.

"A little, I guess," I said. "But fun."

"Yeah," he said. "Hot as hell. Your mother is a fucking machine."

"No, you boys are the machines," Mom said. "I was just along for the ride."

I got up, took her hands, and pulled her out of bed. I kissed her, slipping her some tongue, and led her towards the shower. "Let's clean up."

Naturally, Jack and I took turns fucking her in the shower. I held her up off the ground, hands planted beneath her gorgeous ass cheeks. It was my hands more than my hips that did the work. Meanwhile, Jack came up behind her and fucked her ass, holding onto her breasts like handles as he did.

After the shower play, Jack left us. But Mom and I kept at it for several hours.

#

I actually woke up early the next day. No one else was up, so I had breakfast by myself then went for a swim. Despite all the activity I'd gotten the day before, I swam more laps than I had in a long time, and at a brisk pace.

Afterwards, I lay on a lounge chair, simply enjoying the sun, trying to make sense of things. I shouldn't have been able to have sex like that all night. I should have gone limp at some point, and barring that, my back should have cramped up. And I certainly shouldn't have felt so good the day after.

But how did Mom feel?

Why was it that I didn't feel the least bit bad about fucking every one of my mother's orifices, but I felt guilty knowing that with every orgasm she had, I'd drained something from her? Was it just because I hadn't realized I was doing it at the time?

I tried not to think about it as I headed back up to our suite.

When I walked into the living room, I found Aunt Liz and Brianna sitting there. All signs of their normal selves were gone. Only the absurdly sexy versions remained.

I guess that had actually happened a while ago. But I hadn't realized it until now because it seemed like the only times I saw anyone yesterday, they were having sex. The transformations didn't seem out of place then.

Liz wore knee-high white socks, black pumps, a black miniskirt, and a white blouse that was clearly at least one size too small.

Brianna simply wore translucent black panties and a black tank top. Her breasts threatened to spill out the top. The both of them had a good deal of makeup on. While I can't say it hurt either one, if ever there was a woman who didn't need makeup, it was Brianna.

"Morning," my cousin said.

"Hey, Frank," Liz said, her voice drawling. She had a bit of a Southern accent, but it wasn't that thick. The drawl was due to something else. Presumably the same something that had made her eyelids so heavy.

I dropped myself into the loveseat across from the couch they shared.

"Showed your mother a good time last night, didn't you?" Aunt Liz asked.

Brie reached across and smacked my knee playfully as she said, in her bubbly high-pitch, "And learned a trick or two along the way too, from the sound of it."

My back tensed up. "I guess so." I forced myself to relax. Brie managed to sound casual even when making veiled references to whatever competition was underway. No reason for me to be so transparent. "So, what about you two? What did you do last night?"

"Dom," both said.

"We shared him," Brianna clarified.

"Good for him," I said.

"Good for us. Good for everyone. Quite a vacation," Liz said. "Hope it never ends."

"But it must," I said. "Isn't that right, Brie?"

"All good things," she said without meeting my eyes. She spread one thin leg out, draped it languidly into her mother's lap. Liz ran her fingers over the smooth muscles tenderly.

Brianna twirled her hair around a slender finger. "So, what's on the docket for today?"

"Well, what are you up to?" I asked. "You are the fun cousin after all. So I suppose that if I want to really enjoy the rest of the vacation, I should hang out with you."

She shrugged. "So what do you want to do?"

"You know, whatever."

A coy grin. "We're past the point of modesty, you know. Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes," I said. I glanced at Aunt Liz, who seemed to be lost in thought. "Fuck, yes."

She slowly pulled the leg that was in her mother's lap back towards her, trailing her bare foot across Aunt Liz's thigh. It paused by her mother's crotch. The dexterity required to do what she did was considerable. After a few moments, she said, "No."

"You suddenly develop a conscience when it comes to incest?"

A deep laugh. "Heavens no," she said. "Don't be silly. But let's not beat around the bush here. You're not looking for some fun. You just want to try to take away all the energy I've so carefully collected."

I studied her beautiful face. "Maybe. So what? If you win, you get mine."

"I've got plenty of yours already, lover-boy," she said.

Aunt Liz shuddered her way through an orgasm. Brought about by Brie's toes.

"Are you afraid of me now?" I asked. "Is that it? Not such-"

She rolled her eyes. "Don't flatter yourself. You're more aware than everyone else, I have to admit. So, you know, kudos for that. But you're still no threat to me. The thing is, I just don't need you. Before the day is over, I'll be ready to bring this to an end." With that, she stood up, stretched her arms out behind her head and rolled her back, bringing her breasts out to full prominence. She twisted from one side to the other as her stretch ended, then shook her legs. I couldn't deny that her ripe little ass looked great in those sheer panties. She blew me a kiss as she headed for the door. "Be seeing you."




Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 03



Liz sighed. "You know, I've always liked women. Ever since I first tried to impress Jim by agreeing to a threesome. But I didn't realize just how much I liked them until her."

I got up and walked over to Aunt Liz, took one hand in mine. "Liz. You know what's happening. I heard you and Mom talking about it the other day. We have to stop Brianna."

She smiled up at me, her eyes blinking slowly. "What's that?"

Dammit. I wasn't sure what this would do to Liz. But I had to. Brianna was right. I was no threat to her. At least not currently.

I pulled my aunt out of the couch and guided her into my mother's bedroom.

After just a few minutes, I'd fed a bit of my energy back to Liz.

"You know what we need to do," I said, regaining my breathe.

Liz nodded. "Yeah. Get to work with your mother. I'll go grab some toys." She started to climb out of bed, paused, leaned over and kissed me softly. It was not a foreplay kiss, but an affectionate kiss. "Thanks."

Then she slipped out of the room, leaving me blushing.

I didn't waste much time before setting about doing the same for Mom.



Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 04



Homelands: Autumn
Part One
Chapter Four



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You might want to read Chapters One through Three first.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy. Supernatural forces play a prominent role throughout the novel.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.
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After a while, we started to run out of steam. Not physically. Nor were we running low on the supernatural energy we swapped back and forth. The total amount of energy we held between the three of us was considerably greater than it had been when we'd started. As I'd hoped. I was somewhat concerned that it might be more of a zero-sum process, but was mostly sure that there had to be surplus value created in the act of making love.

However, the law of diminishing returns was a real bitch.

We were providing one another with less and less with each orgasm.



No one wanted to be the first to say it, but I think we all knew what it meant. We were basically getting bored with each other. Our kind wasn't meant to stray far from home, it seemed, but all the same, we were clearly intended to seek out variety. And at the moment, it seemed best to focus on easy prey, which argued against searching out other members of the family, since they all had the same powers we did.



We found three young black men in the main lobby. Aunt Liz went and approached them. After a few minutes she called Mom over. By the time they'd finished their first round of drinks, the guys were getting pretty grabby. After settling up with the bartender, the five of them headed to the elevators.

I waited a few minutes before catching my own elevator.



When I entered the hotel room, the fun was already well underway in the living room.

Mom wore a blue choker, a blue bustier, white stockings and garter belt, and blue heels. Liz wore fishnet gloves that reached up her forearms, sheer black stockings, a fishnet leotard with holes torn in it to grant access to her ass and her pussy, and black heels.



One of the men was shoving a thick, stovepipe cock in Liz. He slapped her ass as he did.



Another one, so dark he was almost blue, had Mom sitting on his lap. He suckled her massive tits. As I watched his long cock disappear inside my mother, I felt a hint a jealousy. More than a hint, really. But it turned me on more than I expected too.



The third guy knelt in front of Liz, trying to get her to suck his dick. She made her best effort, but her attention was on the tree stump wedged between her legs.

This last one looked up as I walked in. He had less reason to be distracted, I suppose. "Who the fuck are you?"



"It's, oh, oh, okay. He's. Mmm. With us. Mind if he joins?" my mother asked.



"Whatever. You sluts have plenty of holes. But you need to start multitasking better if you expect us to share," the guy said, slapping Aunt Liz gently across the face with his dick. She slipped it in her mouth and made a better effort of keeping it there.



As I positioned myself behind my mother, the tall guy beneath her said, "Fuck that."

"Shh," Mom said, pressing a finger over his mouth. "I want this."



"Crazy bitch," he said. She pressed her breasts into his mouth again.



It took some effort, but with my legs spread wide, I was able to step around his legs and wedge myself in. A bottle of lube appeared from nowhere, as it had before. I slowly worked Mom's ass loose with my thumb, also as before. The guy inside her stopped pumping. I made sure my dick was long enough to fuck her without being right on top of the other guy, yet not too thick, and slowly entered her asshole.



Mom moaned, I think both with pain and pleasure. It wasn't as though she hadn't had both holes filled just a little while earlier that day. First with some of Liz's toys, then when her sister had dildo'd her pussy while I fucked her ass.



From the sound of it, Aunt Liz finally came. I hadn't expected it to take so long, with that massive tool working her. She pushed the guy in her mouth away and told him to sit down. Once he had, she climbed on top of him and eased the enormous pole inside her. After a few moments, she asked the guy who'd just been in her vag to take her ass, even though he was way thicker than anything I'd seen Liz take in her ass before.



It didn't take Mom long to climax. As she did, her ass squeezing so tight around my cock that I felt like I was being strangled, I reached around and grabbed her humongous tits. Holding her tight, I pulled hard in the more abstract sense, draining her energy.



Fortunately for her, the guy underneath her announced that he was going to cum soon. When he said that, I leaned forward and whispered in Mom's ear, in between soft nibbles, that she should milk him dry. The poor guy echoed the sentiment, evidently not knowing exactly what he was agreeing to.



She did so.



When I finally pulled out of her ass with a soft pop, and we both dismounted, the guy was motionless. His eyes were rolled back in his head, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Mom stroked his still stiff cock a few times. He was completely out of it upstairs, but someone forgot to tell his little guy. For her part, Mom was positively glowing.

I kissed Mom on the cheek and told her to keep riding him. She agreed.



Then I went over to Aunt Liz. As luck would have it, just as I got there, both guys came at the same exact time. Or perhaps it wasn't luck. Perhaps Liz was good enough to make that happen whenever she wanted.

After the two guys poured more of themselves than they no doubt intended into Aunt Liz, I told the one with the monstrously thick cock to go relieve his friend, who was running out of steam. He grunted something like agreement and headed over to Mom. She kept right on riding the zombie beneath her and instructed the monster behind her to fuck her ass. Somehow, she too managed to fit that mini baseball bat inside her brown hole.

Fuck. That gave me some ideas for later.

Liz then instructed the guy she'd been riding to wait while she mounted me before he was to take his friend's place in her ass.

I sat down and looked up at Liz excitedly as she mounted me. How had I been growing bored of this beautiful woman and her incredible sister? They were absolute goddesses.

We took turns playing with her breasts and fondling her ass. Liz nibbled my neck most of the time, but often had to turn her head to the side and focus on catching her breath. The guy in her ass and I were competing to see who could get more of a reaction from her, and her two holes were taking some serious punishment.

And she was loving every second of it.

During Aunt Liz's third orgasm, the black guy blew a load in her ass.

He pulled out slowly, knees wobbling, and almost toppled over backwards. Liz went to her knees and sucked him clean before standing up and patting him on the cheek.

Meanwhile, Mom was just screaming her way through another orgasm, which seemed to coincide with a climax for the guy inside her.

With all three guys were clearly running on fumes, Mom and Aunt Liz thanked them for a wonderful afternoon and kicked them out of the suite before they'd entirely managed to get their clothes back on.



The three of us looked at each other. "So, are we going to try and spread all of this energy out evenly? Or should one of us take all of it in?" I asked.



"I think our best shot is if one person takes all of it," Aunt Liz said.



Mom nodded her agreement.



"Volunteers?" I said.



"It should be you," Mom said. Energy pulsed from her, almost physically palpable.



"Yeah, you saved us after we were both nearly gone," Aunt Liz said. She too glowed.



I chose not to point out that while Brianna might have been responsible for Liz being in that state, it was me who'd done that to Mom.



"What do you say? Can you handle that?" Mom asked, stroking my enormous dick.



"I'm honestly not sure, but I sure am willing to try," I said.

"That will have to do," Aunt Liz said, stroking her sister's lush black hair.

Mom moaned softly, leaning back and reaching up to caress Liz's face. "We're going to go get cleaned up. We may be a while. Don't take this the wrong way, but we're overdue for some time alone, just the two of us. But we expect you to come join us soon."

"You got it," I said.

I watched them head back to the bedroom, holding one another's hands. Fuck, they were quite a pair. And while I hated to see them leave, I sure loved watching them go. Their asses were very different, but both were incredible.

#



Just after the women headed back into the bedroom, I heard the telltale clicking of the door being unlocked. Dad stumbled in, his sister glued to his chest. Aunt Cindy had her thighs wrapped around Dad's back, her arms around his neck.



He pulled his mouth free of hers. "Sorry. Didn't realize anyone was here."



Aunt Cindy stared between my legs. "Oh my sweet fucking lord," she said. "You didn't tell me your son was carrying that kind of package, Gus."



"I didn't know he was," Dad said.



Cindy dropped to the floor and straightened her dress. It was short, just barely covering her ass. I wasn't sure if I'd noticed before, but she had much thicker, and darker, brows than most blondes. Almost enough to make you think it wasn't her real hair color, though it was. Some guys might have found that off-putting. But it really turned me on. Her face was a study in contrasts, from the ultra-fair skin to cornflower blue eyes, golden-yellow hair with its prominent dark roots, to her long lashes, lush brows, and deep pink lipstick. She wore generous amounts of kohl and eye-shadow, further adding to the stark color contrasts. The effect was stunning. Some would say the faint signs of maturity, by way of crow's feet and laugh lines, marred her beauty. But I found that they only accentuated it.

Cindy licked those pink lips, her blue eyes still fixated on my cock. "I absolutely have to have that thing inside me." She turned to her brother. "You don't mind, do you, baby? All the other boys have fucked me already."



Dad shrugged. "Whatever makes you happy, babe."



She clapped her hands and turned to face me. "Tell me Auntie Cindy can suck that magnificent thing. And then ride it till she's giddy."



I didn't reply, glancing back towards the bedroom.



"Oh, whoever's waiting for you in there can surely wait a little longer. We'll skip the foreplay. Just let me jump on top of you real quick."



I moved over to the couch and sat down, holding my dick up straight with one hand. It was bigger than before, bigger than my forearm now. "Okay," I said.



Cindy's eyes opened wide. "Oh my, it's sooo huge. I don't think I can take all of it."



But the look on her face said she sure intended to try.



"Suck his dick while you fuck me," I said.



"Mm. I think I can handle that," she said. My aunt reached under her dress and pulled her panties off, tossing them to my father. Leaving the rest of her clothes on, she straddled me and slowly lowered herself onto my cock. A hint of sweet perfume, tinged with the stench of sex, teased my nose.



Aunt Cindy gasped as if punched in the gut as she squeezed my helmet inside her. I decided to shrink myself a little. Not a lot, but enough to make it possible for her to keep going. Each additional inch brought new and interesting sounds. When she had half of my huge dick buried inside her warm pussy, I let it shrink just a little more.



Dad stood up on the couch beside us, presenting his cock for his sister's luscious lips to envelop. If I hadn't learned to control the size of mine, I might be in awe of his endowment. He held Cindy's blonde hair in a pony tail as she bobbed back and forth on him.



I pulled the front of Aunt Cindy's dress down to free her tits. Thankfully, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts, just around a handful, were nice and firm. The dark circles surrounding her nipples were magnificent, and her nipples were big, and hard as rocks. I took turns sucking on them, fondling whichever was not in my mouth with one hand, while the other cupped, squeezed, and slapped her superbly hard ass cheeks. They were indeed firmer than Liz's, as I'd guessed earlier. Also smaller. Not my concept of ideal, but a very nice contrast to the two asses I'd just fucked. No matter how many times I squeezed the solid cups in my palms, I found myself marveling at the resistance her hard ass provided. It could have been made of steel when she contracted her muscles, but was still nice and pillowy when she was relaxed.



She eased lower and lower on my cock, and all but the last inch was in her now. I began to thrust up at her, meeting her motions. Like Liz and Mom, she was far tighter than the pussy of a woman who'd given birth should have been. It felt amazing.



It couldn't have been more than a minute before Dad came in her mouth. She tried her best to swallow all of it, but a few drops dribbled down her chin before she caught them with her manicured fingernails. So, of course, she then licked her fingers clean.



Dad sighed contentedly and hopped off the couch, giving his sister's ass a firm slap before plopping down into the couch across from us to watch her get fucked by his son.



Aunt Cindy tried to kiss me, but I stopped her, afraid of tasting my father's cum. I simply stared into her eyes, gripping her ass, while I fucked her. The feel of it was more than enough excitement for me. And her face was none too hard on the eyes either.



My aunt's eyes rolled back inside her head and her fingernails dug into my chest. I put my hands on her hips, rolled them back a bit, and delivered a rapid series of powerful thrusts, targeting her G-spot. It did the trick. Her juices gushed over my cock and down my balls soon thereafter. I also felt her energy pour into me, rushing out of her along with her cum.



Cindy collapsed against my chest and gathered her breath. Then she kissed my cheek, patted my head, and slowly dismounted. "Thanks. That was quite a ride," she said. She stumbled, her knees weak, as she went to walk over to my father. He'd watched patiently and quietly, but was clearly pleased to see her finished with me and available for him.



I pulled her back into my lap, this time facing away from me. "One more," I said.



"Oh!" she exclaimed. "That works too."



I pushed on her back, forcing her to lean over. Her face was a few inches from my father. She whispered dirty things to him, asked him if he was jealous of the size of his son's cock and the fucking I was giving her.



Watching her ass was not like watching Mom's ass. A good solid smack elicited only the slightest rippling, her skin was so tight and her figure so lean. But damned if it wasn't a glorious sight to behold in its own way. I didn't need to be into the athletic type to appreciate what a wonder it was. So round and firm.



And the playful taunting she was aiming at Dad was delightful. Though she obviously wasn't aiming to hurt him, his facial expression suggested the barbs dug fairly deep.



The strong oedipal complex I'd never even realized I had, or had not admitted to at least, should have been plenty satiated after the things I had spent the day doing to Mom. And that had indeed done wonders for my ego. But as I realized that my father didn't care very much about who else fucked his wife but was completely smitten with his sister, I found myself driven to satisfy her fully. Dad kept smiling, but it was through gritted teeth. He glowered at me briefly a few times, but I chose to ignore him.

Of course, it was really Dom that was the focus of my complex. Which perhaps meant it didn't really qualify as an Oedipal complex. But I definitely had a powerful desire to prove to my mother that I could give her what she needed better than any other man. And that couldn't help but spill over to my father to some degree, even if he had made it pretty clear that he didn't care who else fucked his wife.

However, there was no question that it wasn't giving me the pleasure I'd have experienced if I could see that look on Dom's face.



So I decided not to revel in the moment for too long. I looped my hands under Cindy's armpits and pulled back hard. This kept her from falling out of my lap as I picked up my pace, shoving my cock into her like a jackhammer. She hooked her slender little ankles around the backs of my legs for greater support.



"Oh, oh, god, oh, yes. Your son is giving me the fucking of a lifetime, Gus. I wish you could make me feel like this. I want you to fuck me the way your son is fucking me."



Dad had nursed his erection back to life, masturbating as he watched us. "That's hot, baby. He's giving it to you good. That's my boy."



It looked like, spurred on by jealousy, he was learning how the system worked too. The tool in his hands grew little by little.



"Oh yes! Keep going, baby! What's your son got that you haven't?"



Well, okay then. Her second orgasm came soon. After it did, I kissed her on the forehead and left the two of them to enjoy one another's company.

#



"Did I keep you waiting too long?" I said when I came back into the bedroom from a quick shower, toweling off.



Liz looked up from in between Mom's thick, white thighs. "Not at all. We understand. There was territory left unconquered. Do you need to go tame your sister too?"



"That's not fair. You told me to give you time alone."



Mom laughed. "She's teasing, dear. It's fine. Really."



I climbed into bed behind Liz. "Good. Because I wasn't going to apologize."



They both laughed. "We were having plenty of fun without you anyway," Liz said.

I gave her ass a good, firm, reproachful slap. It rippled more than Cindy's would have, but less than Mom's. But I found it hard to enjoy when I realized her whimper had expressed real pain. So then, to make up for how hard I'd smacked her, I gave her my best rim-job. Her ass wasn't quite as sweet as her pussy, but licking it was far from unpleasant.

After I brought her to climax, by which time she'd done the same for my mother twice over, I replaced my tongue with my fat cock. Mom didn't get as much love from Liz after that, but she didn't complain. Liz reached down and played with her clit, reaching even further back to tease my balls with her nails from time to time, while I pounded her gorgeous ass like there was no tomorrow. After bringing her to another climax, and carefully siphoning off just a bit of her energy, I pulled out and shot my cum over her back.

Mom slipped out from under Liz, came around behind her, and licked me clean. Then she did the same for Liz, lapping up every drop of my jizz from her sister's white skin.

Next, I laid on my back and Mom mounted me reverse-cowgirl, taking me inside her ass. I ran my hands over her hips, ass and breasts while Liz continued eating her older sister's pussy. Ever so slowly, I made my cock bigger, testing Mom's limits. It was a while before she told me to stop growing. It looked like I was shoving my forearm inside her.

As I writhed my hips, I found myself marveling at the carnal act taking place. Though just a little while earlier we'd all grown somewhat bored of one another, a sudden and overwhelming sense of disbelief hit me.

This was my mother, and her sister, whose every hole I was ravaging. They might not look like the women I'd grown up with, but there was no question that it was in fact them.

I'd tried to tell myself otherwise at first, but that lie was looking flimsier and flimsier. I'd had a conversation with my mother earlier about her relationship with her sister growing up, and she'd sounded every bit like my mother. Told me things she'd almost certainly told me before, that might have sunk in the first time if she'd looked like this at the time. Their patterns of speech were the same, their mannerisms, everything but their appearance.




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Well, and their, um, hobbies.

But all the same, there was no escaping the fact that the sex goddess bouncing up and down on my oversized cock while another preternaturally gorgeous woman fucked her box with a toy was the same woman who had brought me into this world.

It should have made me sick.

But it was fucking hot as hell.

If I hadn't just busted a nut, that sudden realization itself almost certainly would have pushed me over the edge. But I managed to hold off. Thankfully, Mom herself reached climax soon after that, and I was able to take a fair amount of energy from her before I finally burst myself. She took back just about all of what I'd taken from her, but that was still better than it had almost been.

However, considering that I was supposed to be gathering up as much energy from them as I could, I wasn't doing so well. So far, I'd cum more than either one of them.

So I decided that it was time to focus on orally pleasuring them for a while. Mom lay on her side, holding one leg up in the air, and Liz sucked my cum out of her ass while I ate out my mother's pussy. After a fashion, Mom rolled onto her back and Liz went and sat on her face while I kept going with the cunnilingus.

As much as I enjoyed the taste of my mother's pussy, and I did, I was getting so turned on lying between her soft thighs that I just had to get back inside her. Thankfully, I managed to hold out much longer this time than I had just before when I'd fucked her ass.

With her thighs wrapped around my waist and my hands alternately drinking in the wonders of her soft ass and huge breasts, I fucked her so hard and so fast that she got off again and again and again. Her orgasms came one right after the other, and I accumulated energy rapidly even though I was careful not to take too much at any one time.

Of course, inevitably, the pleasure became too much for me to withstand any longer. I pulled out, straddled my mother's waist, and did my best to coat my mother's huge tits in her son's cum. She twitched as each jet landed on her, but to judge by the moans coming from between Aunt Liz's legs, she enjoyed it.

After Mom brought Liz to a gentle climax, my aunt knelt beside my mother and licked up yet another load of my cum. Then she lay on her back and asked Mom to pick back up where she left off. Mom obliged, getting down on all fours. As she did, I fucked her doggy-style, slapping her big, fat ass playfully.



Many different positions and intense orgasms later, they were both good and drained.



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This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy. Supernatural forces play a prominent role throughout the novel.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.

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I wasn't sure what to do. Wait until Brianna ended that illusion, dream, or whatever it was? And then try to stop her from doing whatever she planned to do with all that power?

Perhaps that was a perfectly good plan. But I suddenly realized I had another option.

Super-charged as I was, I could do what Brianna had just done. I could open up a self-contained fantasy world, and transport us all there. A world in which I would be a step ahead of everyone else in figuring out the rules.

Never-mind a luxurious hotel resort. I went for more fantastic.

The world shimmered around me, melted away like wax before a flame. I filled the hole left in its place. What I built in its stead probably bore little resemblance to life out west a hundred and fifty years ago so much as a pastiche born from fictional accounts thereof.

But I felt certain it would keep the others believing long enough to serve its purpose.

#

We stood in the main hall of an old time tavern. My mother was the proprietor. She wore a huge skirt with many layers of colorful petticoats showing beneath. A frilly light blue blouse and leather boots went along with it.

My father stood behind the bar, polishing a glass. He wore a handlebar mustache, leather vest, jeans with a huge belt buckle, and a black shirt with a bola tie.

Aunt Liz and Uncle Jim sat at a table, wearing expensive tailored clothes. He wore a well-cut brown suit and a bowler hat. A full beard covered his gaunt face. Aunt Liz wore a beige dress with a vest of red crushed velvet over it. Atop her head sat a black, beige and red hat with a flimsy beige veil hanging from the brim. The financier and his wife.

My brothers and cousin Mark sat at the bar, wearing grimy, once white shirtsleeves. They hadn't any of them shaved in days. Dirt covered their hands and faces. Miners.

Natalie was up on stage. She wore black leather boots, fishnet stockings, a purple garter, a purple corset trimmed with black lace, a black choker, and black leather gloves with purple lace. A strip of black fabric fell down her backside, the sort that could be found on fancy dresses of that era. But she seemed to have lost the rest of the garment.

My sister's fake tan was gone. But, curiously, her hair was still a mix of her natural medium-brown and bleach-blonde.

Aunt Cindy had a big red feather in her hair and a red feather boa around her shoulders. She wore short black boots with sharp heels, red thigh-high fishnets, black satin panties with red trim, and a black leather corset with so much red lace adorning it that it almost looked like she had a skirt on. Like Natalie, she also wore gloves, though hers were red fishnet like her stockings. These two were clearly prostitutes.

Jack wore a top hat and a torn, faded black suit. He carried a heavy leather bag that rattled as he walked across the room to an empty table. He was too clean to have been a laborer of any kind, but not dressed in a manner that suggested wealth. Doctor perhaps.

It took more effort since I couldn't even see the place, but I then fashioned a small sheriff's office with two jail cells. I pictured Brianna locked up in one of them.

Naturally, I was the sheriff.

I populated the tavern with a few other locals. But they were little more than ghosts. They looked real enough, but if anyone went outside the family, they'd find little reward. Brianna should have thought of that.

Aunt Cindy wasted little time. She made her way across the room, and invited Mark and Todd to have a good time with her. They bought a bottle of whiskey from the bar and the three headed upstairs, shit-eating grins on the guys' faces.

I went over and sat with Jack and made small talk, trying to get a sense of what he knew. He knew who I was, but only as the sheriff of this nonexistent town. He was indeed the doctor. If he had any idea that everyone there, or everyone who was real, was a member of the same family, he didn't give any indication. He fancied the dancer, and was working up the courage to buy her services for an hour. I encouraged him to do so.

When I took my leave of him, I found that Dom and my mother were no longer there. I went towards the back of the tavern, where the stockrooms would be. I heard the scraping of leather on wood, accompanied by soft moaning, coming from one of them.

I pushed the door open. My brother sat on a crate, pants around his ankles, knuckles white as he gripped the shelves to either side of him. Mom was on her knees in front of him.

He looked up at me. "Well shit, sheriff, ain't no crime here, is there?"

Mom turned and looked at me, spit dripping from the corner of her mouth. She wiped a lock of hair from her face. "Please, sheriff. Let's say you didn't see nothing, all right?"

At a loss for words, I stepped back out and let the door swing to. Before I was gone, I heard the slurping sound of my mother resuming the activity I'd interrupted.

So much for thinking I'd won Mom over. But then, she didn't remember any of what had just happened. Nor that she was his mother, come to it. But I guess I'd expected to have left an impression that would still influence her behavior, if only subconsciously.

I took my hat off, scratched my head, and ambled back to the bar. Natalie was no longer on stage. My father, uncle and cousin Jack were all gone as well.

Good for them.

Well damned if I couldn't make them believe whatever I wanted. I strode back and kicked in the door. My mother jumped up, holding her skirts tight around her. Dom scrambled to get his pants back up.

"Come along quietly now, Dom. We know it was you what burned that barn down."

"What the damned," he started to say. But then it became true. I felt it. "Who squawked? I got a right to face my accuser, ain't I?"

I pulled my gun on him, until I had him in cuffs. But he didn't really resist as I hauled him across town to the jailhouse.

Brianna smiled. "Brought me a present, have you?"

I stumbled. Innocent comment. Didn't mean she knew anything. Couldn't have torn through the veil already. "You know how to bend steel now?" I asked.

"No. Lots of things I know how to do with a good, thick pipe. But these bars have got me good and caged in. For now," she said. "Still, nice to have some company. Ain't that right?" she asked Dom. "My favorite cousin too. Very considerate of you. I'd almost think you want to make this easy for me."

Well, shit.

For his part, Dom had no idea who she was or what she was talking about. He raised an eyebrow at her quizzically. "Sure, ma'am. Sure."

I took his cuffs off and tossed him into the cell adjacent to hers. He rubbed at his wrists silently, eyeing Brianna up and down. Quite approvingly.

Brianna laughed herself silly, her high-pitched voice almost piercing. "Don't think yourself overly clever, Frank. You may have made things a bit more interesting, but there's only one way this is all going to end."

I shrugged her words off as I left the sheriff's office. She was just fucking with my head. There was nothing she could do from behind those bars.

#

Shortly after I got back to the tavern, people started to come back to the main room. First Aunt Cindy and her entourage, then Natalie and hers. Mom went and took a seat next to Mark, offering him a drink on the house. Aunt Liz pulled her husband to the side and began to upbraid him. Dad went back behind the bar, looking a pleased with himself as could be. Todd eyed the bar. But Aunt Liz came over to him, took him by the hand, ordered Jim to follow, and headed for one of the rooms upstairs.

I approached Natalie, who was sitting with Jack and Aunt Cindy. The latter two were sitting all but cheek to cheek, holding hands and whispering to on another, while Natalie pretended to be part of the conversation. But as I approached, my sister turned to look up at me. Meanwhile, Jack and Cindy didn't take their eyes off each other.

Nat either had much nicer breasts than I'd given her credit for, or her corset was doing a bang-up job. Probably both. And without the fake tan, I had to admit she was looking damn good. How had I failed to notice just how pretty she was before? She had the cutest little nose, big brown eyes, and the thick brows I was so obsessed with. I still didn't really care for the hair, but I had to admit that it had a certain appeal.

"Yes, sheriff? There a problem?" she asked.

Taking my gun and badge off, I draped them over the back of a chair. "Not in the least. Didn't come to talk to you as sheriff. Came to talk to you as a man with a big old dick that needs some relieving, and a pocket full of money to make that happen."

She didn't bat an eye. "Well Jack here wants another go round. Threesome, this time. And he's already paid."

Jack finally broke his eyes away from his mother long enough to briefly flick his eyes in my direction. But he didn't speak a word before going back to their intimate little conversation.

"Well, I ain't go no problem with groups." I said.

Natalie smiled. "Funny. Me neither. Prefer 'em, really. Long as Jack don't mind, we've got no problem." She laid a hand on Jack's shoulder. "What do you say, stud? I'll give you some o' your scrip back."

"Sure," he said. "Just as long as I got 'em both to myself for at least some of the time."

Jack nodded to me and poured us all a round of whiskey.

Natalie reached under the table and ran her hand up my thigh. Her eyes bulged when she reached my erection. "Goodness me, you weren't lying, were you?"

I smiled. "No bigger than it needs to be to get the job done right."

"We'll see about that," she said, her eyes wide and a grin on her lips.

After finishing the shots, Jack announced he was ready and the four of us went upstairs into one of the minimally appointed bedrooms.

Natalie immediately ordered us to undress. Herself, she only took off her panties, draped them over Jack's head, and unzipped her corset a bit so that she could to fold the top down and let her breasts hang out. Everything else stayed on. The same went for Cindy, who also gave her panties to Jack. She did lose the feather boa, though.

Jack inhaled deeply from each pair before placing them on the table.

"Just sit there and wait your turn," my sister said to me before she got on her knees and took our cousin in her mouth.

Meanwhile, Cindy ran her hands over Jack's thighs, played with his balls, tweaked his nipples, and played with Natalie's breasts.

Natalie's goal seemed to be to overwhelm her man with ecstasy. She used her tongue, her cheeks, the back of her throat, her hands. She sucked Jack's balls into her mouth. It was hard to say if I was witnessing the efficiency of a professional who aimed to please her customer, or a genuine desire to satisfy. After all, she hadn't been playing the part of a prostitute before, and Dad and Uncle Jim had described more or less what I was witnessing.

One way or another, Jack didn't last long.

My sister swallowed every drop of our cousin's jizz. After she licked her lips, she patted Jack's cheek and made room for Cindy to take over. From the look of it, Cindy was not aiming to make her son pop as fast as possible, nor to tease him mercilessly, but something in the middle. She stopped every so often to make out with Natalie.

Fuck, what a sight. I started stroking myself faster and faster.

A few minutes later, Jack nutted again, depositing a fresh load in his mother's mouth. She and Natalie snowballed his cum back and forth before Cindy finally swallowed it. The two women then took Jack by either hand and led him to the bed. Natalie sat on Jack's face, facing Cindy, who straddled his hips and guided his stiff dick past her welcoming folds.

I grabbed one of the pairs of panties off the table and filled it with my seed. But of course, I kept right on wanking afterwards. The scene unfolding before me was just too hot.

At last, after her son brought her to an intense orgasm, Cindy climbed off Jack and stumbled over to me. She smiled ear to ear and ran a hand through her hair. With that simple gesture, her sweat-dampened and slightly disheveled hair was back to looking like she'd spent hours styling it, her makeup was refreshed, and I could only assume other parts of her were freshened up as well.

I took one of her hands in mine, laying the other on her waist, as if we were dancing, and pulled her in for a deep kiss. As expected, it felt like she'd just gargled mouthwash rather than her son's cum. She ran her hands over my bare chest. I lifted one of her shapely legs up off the floor, pulling her closer. Her moist lips rubbed against my shaft.

But it wasn't her juicy pussy that I wanted to feel wrapped around my cock. I spun her around, bent her over the table, and ran my cock up and down the deep crevasse between her thick, hard ass cheeks. She cooed softly as she wiggled her hips, making the glorious orbs dance. "Go easy, killer," she said.

Per her instructions, I tread softly.

First, I ate her ass out. She shuddered softly with each pass of my tongue over her brown bud. Then, shifting my tongue's focus to her labia, I worked lube into her ass with my thumb, pressing past the ring of muscle gently. Only after her sphincter relaxed and I was able to work my thumb back and forth easily did I stand up and slowly guide my cock into her tight hole. I paused every so often, and when I resumed shoving my throbbing member inside her asshole, I did so ever so slowly, giving her plenty of time to get comfortable.

"Oooh, god, that's good," she said when I finally had my balls pressed against her cheeks. Despite her words, she was breathing heavily and had gripped the edges of the table so tight that I could see her knuckles turning white through her fishnet gloves.

I decided to wait and let her take the lead. When she started to buck her hips back against me, I began gently thrusting into her. Her cheeks shook gently each time I lightly hit home. Keeping one hand on her gorgeous hips, I raised the other up and tugged gently on her hair, pulling it taut at the end of each thrust.

Gradually, we each of us picked up the pace. Soon, I was slamming into her full bore, and yanking on her hair vigorously. My other hand no longer held her hip gently but instead slapped her bare ass over and over, turning her deliciously alabaster skin bright red. It didn't take long before Cindy seized up. I gasped as her sphincter squeezed me like a vice grip, spasming periodically. She collapsed forward, all but lying atop the table and moaning indistinctly. I gave her glorious ass another light tap, waited for her ring of muscle to relax a bit, then slipped out, leaned down, and kissed her neck.

My aunt rolled onto her back and raised her legs up off the floor, hugging her knees to her shoulders. She then leaned back, resting one hand behind her for support, presenting her neat little pussy to me. She reached down with her free hand and toyed with her pretty lips. "What do you say, stud? Give us a kiss?"

Part of me, the part that was taking this fantasy a bit too seriously, wondered why I would pay for the right to get her off. But then that was silly. This was all just pretext anyway. I wasn't sure if she'd remembered that yet, but it didn't matter.

I buried my head between her thighs, which promptly wrapped themselves around my neck like a pretzel. I lapped her sweet juices, licking around her kitten, delighting in the way she gasped with eager anticipation every time my tongue came close to her stiff clitoris. She tasted faintly of honey, and smelled just as good.

After getting her off once, I added my fingers. I switched things up some, but mostly focused on her clit and G-spot. Her second orgasm was a squirter.

Only a few warm drops sprayed against me, but in another sense, it was a gusher.

The look in Cindy's eyes was distant and unfocused as I stood up and leaned in to kiss her. Nonetheless she had the presence of mind to kiss me back. Hungrily. As if there was any chance that I wasn't heading there myself, she snatched my cock tight in her hand and forced me inside her. Aunt Cindy let out something like a moan that was muffled by our kiss as my stiff cock entered her womb.

This time, it was my turn to bleed energy profusely. I'd been lucky to hold out as long as I had when fucking her tight ass. The warm wonders of her box proved more than I could take, and after just a few pumps, I slammed into her and poured a generous load of cum into her. Her insides pulsed, milking me greedily. At the same time, I felt something else passing through me, and when she was done, I stumbled away feeling drunk off my ass.

Natalie caught me. "Whoa, there, Frank. You okay? Please tell me she left enough of you to attend to your sister's needs?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine," I said. "You done with Jack?"

"For now. He needs a break," she said.

Cindy helped Jack out of bed and all but carried him, her shoulder under his limp arm, over to one of the chairs. At the same time, my sister led me to the bed.

As she laid me down on my back, without looking over to her, Natalie said to Cindy, "You mind tending to your son for just a bit? I'd like to have my brother to myself at first."

"My...son? Oh, yeah, right. Of course. Of course. Take your time."

Natalie patted my cheek gently as she mounted me, guiding my hands up her smooth thighs, over her hips, around back to her ass. Damn, she had a fine ass. I'd overlooked that somehow. It was a bit smaller than Cindy's, but larger than Brianna's, and had great shape and tone. Hard as steel when she flexed, nice and soft when she didn't.

"Stay with me, here, bud," she said.

I looked up at her, blinking my eyes rapidly. I felt like I'd just woken up. "Mmm. About time we got together. Sorry I'm not fit to give you my best."

She laughed softly, running her hands through my short hair. "That's okay. I'll make the best of it." She leaned down and kissed me softly, hardly using her tongue at all. As she did, I felt warmth spread throughout my body, followed by a rush of energy. "Let's see if that doesn't help a bit."

My head spun. I had never considered that before. But it seemed perfectly reasonable now that I thought about it. Why wouldn't it be possible to give as well as to take?

"Mmm. Good," my sister said as she raised her hips up a bit and eased herself onto my rapidly growing cock. Reinfused with energy, I focused on making it as big as I could.

But though Natalie clearly enjoyed the product of my efforts, she didn't seem to be at any risk of losing control, of feeding any more energy to me than the small amount she'd offered up voluntarily. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't manage to get more than the slightest reaction from her.

It was rather dispiriting. I'd never had much trouble satisfying a woman, particularly since I'd discovered my powers. And she hardly seemed bored or frustrated or anything. It was like I was giving her a massage. Pleasant enough, but not much more.

Meanwhile, I felt like I might burst at any moment. Sweat beaded on my brow as I fought to delay the inevitable. What the hell was my sister's secret? Was I just not that good?

That just couldn't be it.

"Pretty amazing, isn't he?" Cindy asked, coming over to the bed.

A look of sheer panic spread across my sister's face.




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And a light bulb lit up inside my head.

How did she know so much more than me? Well, that was a thought for another day. For now, the important thing was to put that insight to work.

Though I didn't have much energy left, having used most of what Nat gave me to inflate the size of my cock, I poured what little remained into numbing myself to the pleasures she was visiting upon me. As good as it felt to be deep inside her, suddenly those delightful sensations seemed distant. Like a vivid memory more than a current experience.

That bought me enough time to bring my sister to climax. It was a little one, and I only managed to siphon off a little bit of energy, but it was enough to turn the tide.

Though I was pretty sure Natalie wasn't far from another, bigger, orgasm, I instructed her to climb off me at that point. She reluctantly agreed, after a few more bounces. Then I patted the bed while looking at Aunt Cindy, told Nat to go on all fours and eat her aunt out, and I took up position behind my sister.

I ran my cock up and down her crack, gave her round ass a good slap. She didn't bother to stop licking the older woman's pussy. That was close enough to consent for me. I lubed up her browneye and slowly worked my fat cock deep into my sister's bowels. 

Natalie's hole was so tight and warm, and her ass presented such a beautiful sight, that even though I'd poured as much energy as I could into playing defense, I gave out before my sister did. I rammed it home, held her hips tight, and grunted as my cum poured into her ass. I pulled out with a self-satisfied but exhausted sigh, watching my jizz ooze out of my sister and dribble down her thighs.

Damnit. Just as I'd figured out what she'd been doing, and was starting to use that against her, I'd lost it. Now here I was, all but dried out.

At least, I'd thought so. But after Natalie got Cindy off, the two of them took turns fellating me, and I found I had more yet to give.

Neither was as talented as Brianna. And getting head from two women at once was a lot less enjoyable than I'd imagined. Just as I started to really get into what one of them was doing, she'd pass me off to the other. But they definitely knew what they were doing. Especially Nat. And though I lasted longer than Jack had, I nonetheless soon fed each of them a load of my cum.

They didn't stop there either. How they managed to find more to take, I don't know, but they did. They kept right on sucking, and I kept right on cumming.

With my sister's soft lips wrapped around my glistening helmet, I passed out.

#

I woke up to an earthquake.

Panicking, I rolled out of bed and rushed back downstairs. I held the rail on the stairway to steady myself.

Everyone stared up at me.

"Everything all right, sheriff?" my father asked from behind the bar.

No one else had noticed. It was a fucking earthquake, and no one else noticed.

"Just fine," I said.

He stared at me skeptically as I rushed out of the tavern.

I headed for the sheriff's office. When I burst into the tiny building, I expected to find Brianna riding Dom with abandon. But both had their clothes on and were sitting across from one another on the cot.

In the one and only cell.

They weren't fucking, but Dom looked like he'd shot up enough heroin to kill an elephant.

"Well howdy, sheriff," Brianna said. "You got my message."

"What are you doing?"

"Unraveling your creation, obviously. Didn't it occur to you that an entirely artificial world is much less stable than a bubble placed within the mortal world?"

I considered focusing my effort in repairing the damage she'd done. But this world wasn't going to last much longer.

"Taking some effort to pull apart, if you're wondering. At any rate, if the offer still stands, I've changed my mind about fucking you again. Should be more fun, now that you've got some more of your memories back."

I laughed awkwardly. "You're crazy."

"So you don't want me?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

I knew what my answer should be. But she was literally irresistible.

And she was right. Damn, we had some good sex as my world fell apart.



Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 06



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You might want to read Chapters One through Fix first.

You might also wish to visit my site (click on my profile), where you can find the whole novel in .pdf format, as well as more information about the characters, the world they inhabit, and the author.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy. Supernatural forces play a prominent role throughout the novel.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual. 

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Jack, Todd and I popped out of our skis and placed them in the rack outside the mountainside cabin in which we were staying.

"How awesome is this?" Todd asked. "Don't have to hike across the parking lot to your car. Just ski right up to the cabin and you're done."

Jack and I agreed. I wasn't sure how we'd managed to arrange for our three families to share one of these cabins. They had to cost a fortune to rent. A location that couldn't be beat, and luxurious enough to fetch a stunning price tag even if they'd been built in the middle of nowhere. There were three levels, each one with a gorgeous stone fireplace, a kitchen, two bathrooms, and four bedrooms. There were also two outdoor hot tubs per cabin. And the cabins were most generously furnished.

We took our boots off and began stripping off our outer layers as we went inside.

Mom, Aunt Liz, and Aunt Cindy sat around the fire in the first floor living room, drinking coffee. Presumably with some liquor in it. They asked if we had a good day on the slopes.

Looking at the women of my family, the sense that none of this was quite real grew only stronger. They looked the way they should...but at the same time, they didn't. I couldn't entirely tell whether I was looking at the women I'd known my whole life.

Most of the time, I did indeed see three typical middle-aged women. None of whom, for the most part, were especially fit, though Cindy and Liz weren't too far out of shape. All three wore baggy sweats, garish multi-hued socks, and sweaters large enough to swim in, even though they sat in front of a blazing fire and the cabin had electric heat. None wore makeup. Their hair was frayed, flat, dull.

Yet I also saw three other women, flickering in and out of sight. All three looked like erotic caricatures of the women of my family. Similar enough that you could tell who they were supposed to be, but only just. They were all curves, and those curves were scarcely concealed by their delightful outfits. Because, of course, each of them wore racy lingerie. Babydolls and bustiers, stockings, garters, heels, chokers and so forth. And, naturally, lots of makeup. Their hair was straight, shiny, and full of volume.

"There's a fresh pot of coffee, and plenty of liquors to dress it up, on the counter," Mom said. "We thought you might want to warm up."

We murmured our gratitude and, after taking off a few more layers, fixed ourselves some coffee and joined the women by the fire. However, we sat on the soft couches rather than on the floor, as close to the hearth as possible, as they had.

"Anyone else back yet?" I asked.

"Your father, your uncle, and Mark all came back about an hour ago. Mark's upstairs playing video games, the other two are making dinner," Mom replied.

"Dad's making dinner?" Todd asked.

"I think they hope to get laid while they're here," Aunt Liz said with a laugh. Mom blushed, staring into her coffee mug.

"Anyway, Dom called not long ago and said he, Brianna and Natalie were going to make one last trip up to the top of the mountain. So I wouldn't expect them for a while yet," Mom said. "Probably just in time for dinner."

"So any plans for this evening?" I asked. A few times in the past couple of days, there had been talk of a family game night, or for all of us to watch a movie.

Mom looked at Liz and Cindy. "Not tonight. We figure we've tried hard enough to impose family time already. It's obviously not taking. And the point is to have fun anyway, so no sense in forcing it if no one wants it. It's supposed to snow, several inches, so no one should go out. But as long as you stay in, you're free to do as you please."

"Depending on whether the menfolk do a good job with dinner, you may find one of the hot tubs occupied," Aunt Liz added. Mom blushed again.

Aunt Cindy frowned. "Which leaves me alone among the grownups. Don't suppose you boys would like to join me in the other hot tub?" she asked.

Mom shot a look of concern at Cindy.

"Oh, I'm kidding. Hot tubs are no fun unless...sometimes I really hate being single."

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Dinner was great. I had a feeling my father and my uncle were in for a good night.

Brianna and Natalie mentioned that they'd really like to check out the hot tub, but no one wanted to go out there while the parents were using it. So most of the younger generation got out a deck of cards and played drinking games, which made me feel like I was back at school. Jack and Mark turned in early though, as did their mother.

I couldn't help but notice that whatever had transformed my mother and my aunts seemed to affect everyone. The effects were most pronounced with them, and naturally, I paid less attention to what it did to the men of the family, but it definitely was all of us.

With Natalie and Brianna, the changes were far less dramatic. Though they looked good to being with, the alternate versions peeking through looked better. Perfect complexions, whiter teeth, shinier hair, slightly exaggerated curves. As we drank more, it was starting to become harder to feel guilty about checking them out.

As the evening wore on, conversation took a racier turn. We speculated about what was taking our parents so long. Eventually Todd asked if he was alone in thinking something seemed different about Mom and Aunt Liz. He conveniently failed to mention how the same went for everyone else. Including Brie and Nat.

Dom wasted no time in agreeing. I said I wasn't sure, that he could be right. I didn't feel comfortable admitting that I'd noticed that and much more.

"Anyway, I've got an idea," Dom said. "Instead of playing for-"

Mom and Dad came down the stairs just then, covered in towels.

Kristen suddenly folded her cards down on the table. "Hey, pop, can I get your help with something? My bed has been really squeaky. I was hoping to fix it before going to bed."

I stifled a cough. Brianna hid a snicker, but no one else seemed to think there was anything odd about her request. Or they were hiding their reactions better.

Dad said sure, and followed Nat into her bedroom. She closed the door behind them.

Brianna flashed me a quick grin before turning her attention back to her cards.

Mom said she wasn't tired, and asked whether we'd mind if she joined us.

Dom told her that would be great before anyone else could say anything. She asked if he was sure, and when he assured her that he was, she smiled and told us she'd be back as soon as she got some clothes on, without bothering to see if anyone else objected.

When she left, Todd shot him a look. "Dude, who wants Mom crashing the party?"

"Relax, man. Haven't you always wondered whether Mom's got a wild side?"

"He's right," Brianna said. "This should be interesting."

"Weren't you the one who was about to suggest this was too tame?" Todd asked.

"So? I say we see if Mom's game."

Todd laughed.

But he was alone in that.

Perhaps Dom seemed was more aware of what was going on, even though Todd was the first to mention it aloud. That wasn't Todd being astute. That was Todd being Todd.

Mom rejoined us. I realized quickly that I no longer caught even brief glimpses of the heavyset middle-aged woman.

The sexy version was also a short brunette with skin nearly as white as the snow outside. But that skin was now devoid of unsightly veins and blemishes, had only a few wrinkles, and wasn't the least bit ashy or dull. Her lush black hair would have made a model jealous. The way it contrasted against her white skin took my breath away. Her prominent eyebrows, long lashes, and full red lips had a similar effect. Dark red lipstick flattered her lips. Thick kohl and eye-shadow framed her eyes.

Yet, as pretty as her face was, the real kicker was her body. She had huge breasts, larger than her head. They threatened to rip the fabric of her flimsy teddy. And though it was hard to tell with them trapped in the reinforced cups of her skimpy lingerie, I was fairly sure they were firmer than made any sense for their size and her age. Despite those huge melons, her broad hips, and full thighs, she had a waist that was, against all logic, only a few inches wider than Brianna's. Her sheer black thigh-highs and black heels went perfectly with the teddy. A thin black choker with a white ribbon encircled her neck.

The ordinary Brianna wore tight, faded jeans and an oversized concert T-shirt on top of a long-sleeved T-shirt. The other version wore a full body fishnet outfit, with holes torn out at in the front and back, along with black patent leather heels that were identical to Mom's.

In some sense, they were a study in contrasts. Though no one in their right mind would call Brianna flat-chested, her breasts were still quite modest, and you could count her ribs even when she wasn't wearing a see-through outfit. Everything about her was sharp, pointy, and slender, from her nose, to her cheeks, to her ears. The same went for her figure. Everything about Mom that should be round, was, while the parts that ought not to be were not. She didn't have a six-pack the way Brianna almost did, but this version of her still could not be described as fat. Not with that waist, those arms, that neck, those ankles.

Mom's voluminous black hair hung a little past her shoulders. Brianna's red-brown hair was spiky and cut close to her head. The pixie look was working for her, without question.

Yet they also had a lot in common. They both had large, bright eyes. Mom's were brown, Brianna's green. Their eyes were equally shrouded by long lashes. Both pairs of eyes were framed with black kohl. They had the same unblemished, porcelain skin. The overall bone structure in their faces was similar enough that if Mom had been thinner, had a smaller nose and no wrinkles, their faces would be all but identical.

But since none of that was true, I had to say that the one area where Brianna clearly had Mom beat was from the neck up. Fuck, Brianna was gorgeous.

Mom took the seat that Natalie had vacated earlier, across the table from Brianna. "So what are we playing?" she asked. "I haven't played drinking games in years."

"Kings," Todd replied. "It's kind of complicated, but not incredibly so."

"We were playing Kings," Dom said. "But we were just getting ready to make things more interesting anyway. Do you know how to play poker?"

"Not the new games you kids play. Austin Hold-Them or whatever. But I know 7-card Stud, draw...you know, the basics," Mom replied.

"Great," Dom said. "How about strip poker? 7-card stud."

Todd's jaw went slack. I tried to contain my reaction. Dom's face didn't reveal a thing. Brianna smiled and nodded at Mom encouragingly.

"I don't know," Mom said. She was blushing.

Not a surprised reaction, nor offended. Just reluctance. And probably feigned at that, given the hint of a grin I saw.

So, fuck it. "Come on, Mom. It'll be fun. We can stop at any time," I said.

She stared at me, fretting at her lower lip with her teeth. "Why would any of you even want to see...," she began.

"Don't be ridiculous, Mom," Dom said. "You're no harder on the eyes than anyone here. Besides, it's not meant to be exciting. It's supposed to be embarrassing. Raise the stakes."

Mom regarded Dom. "Well, so long as you really wouldn't mind if I did end up losing a few hands. I'm not sure I'm very good."

"We'll get over it," I said. "With years of counseling."

Which probably ought to have been necessary anyway, given the thoughts I was thinking.

"Okay then," Mom said, "why the hell not. But we stop after topless, okay?"

Dom shook his head and started to explain his objection.

I cut in though. "What if the guys lose hands? If we only have to take off our shirts, the game is rigged in our favor. But if we have to show everything, you should have to too."

Dom nodded. If he saw me as trying to steal his spotlight, he didn't let it show.

"That really is only fair," Brianna said with a shrug.

"If we're going to bother doing it...," Todd said.

"Okay, okay," Mom said, a few spots of color in her otherwise alabaster cheeks.

After a dozen hands, most of us had lost at least one garment. Though, of course, Todd had not. And this was, at least in part, a game of chance. The bastard.

Somehow Brianna had also managed to avoid losing. But she was just wearing the one garment, unless she counted her heels. So that was okay by me, for now. I was afraid the fun just might end the minute one of us had to get completely naked.

For my part, I'd lost my shirt. From what I could tell by glancing down, and from the way Brianna's and Mom's eyes lingered on me when I took it off, the alternate version of me was built like a bodybuilder. I didn't know abs could be that well defined.

Mom had taken off her heels and stockings. Her semi-transparent teddy remained, much to my disappointment. But I had to admit, it didn't really leave that much to the imagination anyway. When she got up at one point to get another drink, we got a nice look at her ass. It wobbled delightfully when she walked. At least, I thought that delightful. Todd and Dom seemed a bit less fixated on it, and a good deal more eager to see Brianna lose a hand.

Dom had lost his shirt early, and on the last hand, his pants. He was wearing black silk boxers that couldn't contain his massive erection. I don't mean it made a tent in his boxers. I mean he had it tucked off to the side, and a good two inches or more poked out beneath the bottom. His head reached more than halfway to his knee. "Fuck it," he said. "I guess that doesn't even count." And with that, he took his boxers off.

Brianna clapped and whooped while Mom blushed and pretended not to look.

Mom's eyes remained fixated in his lap for a while. "Does that mean the game is over? Or, what, do we go until everyone is fully naked?"

Todd scoffed. "That will take forever. You suckers aren't getting nothing from me."

Dom shrugged. "How was the hot-tub, Mom? Should we move the party there?"

Mom regained control of her jaw and her eyes. She folded her arms inward. Her breasts couldn't be hidden without a barn though. "I don't know. This was fun. But...."

"Oh, come on, Mom. You don't want to be the buzz-kill now, do you? After all the points you earned in the coolest-mom-ever department?" I asked.

Todd held his head low, avoiding eye contact. I did notice though, for the first time, a pronounced bulge in his pants. I'd been starting to wonder what was wrong with him.

Mom fretted at her lower lip, met my gaze. "I don't know how many points-"

"Mom. We're going to the hot-tub. We'd love, really love, for you to join us. Your choice. But we're going," Dom said.

She nodded slowly to herself. "Alright. Why not."

Dom looked around the table. "You guys aren't going to make me fly solo?"

"Not a chance," Brianna said, and moments later she was stark naked.

I found myself staring more than I'd expected. Her charms had been more or less fully on display already, and she was hardly my type. But she was just so comfortable in her own skin, so certain that all eyes were on her.

I looked at Mom. She blushed, flashed a nervous grin, and looked away.

"Why not," I said, pulling my pants and boxers off. Something in the back of my mind stirred and, with some effort, I enhanced the size of my cock. I was noticeably larger than Dom, especially in girth. For now, that would do.

The women glanced between my legs. They both looked ready to drool.

Todd joined the party. He was every bit as cut as I had forced myself to be, taller, and with a thinner waist. And probably hadn't needed to make an effort of it. His dick was about the same size as Dom's, a touch longer and thinner.

"Your turn," I said to Mom.

She slipped the loose straps of the teddy over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. All eyes in the room snapped to attention. Her breasts were even larger than I'd have guessed. Gravity had taken a little bit of a toll, as could only be expected, but her massive tits still mostly hung high. Her nipples pointed outward, not downward. Though they hung below her ribcage, they were round and firm, not at all like pancakes as larger breasts sometimes were. Her areolas were large, twice the size of Brianna's, but were still but a fraction of the overall size of her breasts. Her nipples, very much standing at attention, were almost as big as the tip of my pinky finger.

"Daaamn," Todd said.

"Amen to that," I added.

Mom smiled, eased her arms back, letting her natural wonders come forward a bit more. "Thanks, everyone," she said, blushing.

"Now, for that hot tub. I'm getting cold," Dom said. "Someone grab more drinks."

Brianna and I volunteered to see to that.

My eyes were glued on my mother's glorious ass, which seemed so out of place given her comparatively tiny waist, as she headed up the stairs with my brothers. I almost couldn't believe the way her cheeks swelled and rolled as she walked. So busy was I watching her leave, in fact, that I accidentally brushed Brianna's thigh with my cock as I made my way around the back of the bar alongside her.

"Sorry about that," I said.

My heart raced. The evening had been progressively moving farther and farther away from harmless territory, but that was the first time any of us had touched each other. It was like we were playing a game of Jenga, our little game resting on an ever shakier foundation by the minute. Had I just pulled out the piece that would send it all crashing down?

My cousin just laughed. "It's okay." She tapped the head of my tool, softly, and giggled when it sprang back up with force. "I can think of worse things to bump into."

I almost grabbed her and bent her over the mini-fridge behind the bar there and then. But right after she made that comment, she headed for the stairs.

So I followed her up to the second floor and out to the patio. Mom sat between Dom and Todd in one of the hot tubs. Dom had his arms spread out to the side. Todd's shoulders were hunched inward, and he was mostly staring into his lap, but it was more obvious than he probably thought that he was peering out the corner of his eye at Mom.

Brianna slipped in next to Todd, showing no response to the stark contrast between the freezing air and the warm water. I couldn't manage her grace as I settled in next to her. We passed the beers and mixed drinks around once we were both settled.

"...okay, maybe that was a low estimate," Mom said with a blush. "You don't really want to know, do you?"

"Why not?" Dom asked. "It's not like that has anything to do with whether you're a good mother. We're just making conversation."

Mom covered her face with her hands, laughing nervously. "You're going to freak out though. I know it." She hesitated. "Twenty-seven."

Todd's eyes bulged. But Dom didn't so much as blink.

"Good for you," he said without a moment's hesitation.

"I guess," she said. "I don't know if that's good."

"Why not?" I added. "Did you have fun?"

She nodded without meeting my eyes.

"Then there you go. Nothing wrong with that," I said.

"Exactly," Brianna said. "If not for women like you, women of my generation wouldn't be able to embrace their sexuality without shame. So good for you, and good for us."

Mom drew a deep breath. "So what about you all? Have my sons been very busy?"




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"I'll tell you, but you're just going to assume I'm bragging," Dom said. "Thirty-four."

Mom's jaw went slack. She recovered quickly. "And you?" she asked me and Todd.

"Only six," Todd said. Then, after a brief pause, "Okay, that's a lie. More like sixteen."

Mom chewed her lower lip pensively. "You should be proud of your decisions, no matter what they are," she said at last.

"Um, thanks, Mom," Todd said with a frown.

"I've only been with four," I said.

Everyone stared at me in disbelief. Including Mom.

I wasn't sure how to feel. Was it flattering that she'd assumed I'd bedded more women? Or disappointing that she wasn't proud of me for being less promiscuous?

"Damn. I knew you were a loser, but shit," Dom said.

Todd laughed. "Seriously. And there've been at least five girls that you dated for more than a year. So that means you're not even batting a thousand within relationships."

Mom slapped one then the other of her sons. "Boys!"

Brianna shifted a little closer. "I think it's sweet. There aren't a lot of guys," she suddenly burst out laughing. "I'm sorry. Couldn't get that one out with a straight face."

"Thanks," I said, dripping sarcasm.

For all the attention my response was getting, I was suddenly sure it wasn't even true.

It was like I lived two lives, in two different worlds. One in a world in which my family was an ordinary family, and my mother was neither preternaturally alluring nor inclined to play strip poker with her sons. Then there was the one I currently inhabited.

In the former, it was true that I'd only slept with four women. But in this reality, I thought it might be a safe bet that I'd slept with more than four women just counting those in my family. I didn't remember anything in detail, but somehow I still knew it was true.

"Bet every one of those girlfriends was might disappointed, too," Todd said. "Do you even know how to make a girl squirt?"

"Todd!" Mom said. "That's none of our business. Besides, I'm sure he does."

I mouthed a silent thank you to her.

Dom made a show of counting out on his fingers. "So I've fucked fully twenty five percent of the women you've been with. Damn. If I'd have known that, I might not have done it." He paused, and devilish grin spread across his lips. "Or maybe I'd have decided to aim for a clean sweep. Apparently it would've been a lot easier than I thought."

"Fuck you," I said reflexively. Though, honestly, I was pretty much over it. Lauren had been a slut-whore anyway.

"Wait, what?" Mom said. "Please tell me I did not just hear-"

"That Dom is into banging his brother's girlfriends? Oh, yeah. Makes a habit of it."

"Too fucking true," Todd said, siding with me over Dom for a change.

"That's pretty rockstar," Brianna said.

Todd and I glowered at her.

She held her hands up defensively. "What? It is. I mean, I'm sorry it happened to you guys, but until she's married with kids, every woman is a free agent. We're not like you guys. We don't just look for the first person above some minimum threshold who will say yes. We need to be with the top dog. If another alpha male comes along...."

"Come on. Not all women are like that," I said.

"Well...," Mom said. "No, not all. But far more than I think my sweet son might like to believe. Including some of the ones you'd least expect it of." She paused. "The only thing I'd disagree with is the idea that this changes after she gets married and has kids."

Wow. I wasn't sure if hearing that from my mother surprised me more than her agreeing to a late night skinny dip in the hot tub with her sons and niece.

Brianna cut in. "Okay, anyway, what's the wildest thing you've tried?" she asked Mom.

"Oh, nothing beats two guys at once," Mom blurted out. Then she covered her mouth. When no one showed much of a reaction, she took her hand away. "Your father doesn't agree to that as often as I'd like though. Sometimes, I'm really jealous of my sister. Jim lets her do pretty much whatever she wants. Sometimes that means she brings another woman home. For her. Other times, she cuckolds him." She pressed her eyes shut tight. "I can't believe I just told you guys that!"

Apparently we couldn't believe she'd told us that either, because for a while, none of us spoke a word. Finally, Todd broke the silence. In characteristic fashion, he asked what everyone was thinking but was too polite to say. "So, um, spit-roasting, or DP?"

Mom blushed. "Both are nice." Realizing that her answer demanded some elaboration, she then said, "It's not hard to overdo DP. But if I get two studs in my bed and it doesn't happen even once, it's definitely a letdown."

Another collective hush settled over the hot tub.

"I've had three," Brianna said at last. "There's something to be said for it, but two is plenty. And I guess I'm my mother's daughter, because I'm just as happy taking another woman to bed as another man. Sometimes, I don't even want any guys involved."

Mom nodded. "I figured as much, but I think I'd still like to say I've done it. Three guys, that is. I've been with women, and it's okay. I don't mind it. But I don't need it, and I definitely want there be at least one guy involved. Preferably more." She sighed longingly. "Something about the idea of three men all being hot for me...."

My cock was so hard it hurt. Picturing all kinds of terrible things in my mind, I leaned back a bit. This led the tip of my dick to pop up out of the water. Mom gasped.

Brianna giggled and immediately reached under the water and gave me a few pumps. "Whoa, there, tiger. Like to hear mommy talk about taking three cocks at once, do ya?"

Everyone went silent.

Now that was definitely the game-changer. But was the Jenga tower about to collapse?

Or were things about to take an even naughtier turn?

I wasn't the only one suddenly filed with anxiety. To judge from the looks on everyone's faces, uncertainty over what would come next was so thick in the air, it was all but palpable.

At least for a few awkward moments. Until I drew a deep breath, sat back up straight, and said, "Pretty much, yeah. That was really fucking hot."

Brianna laughed and started stroking me faster. "Well, it's good to be honest."

"It was pretty damned hot," Todd said. "Long as we're being open."

Mom turned to Dom. "What about you? Did that freak you out? Or did you also think it was `hot' to hear your mother say she wants to be filled with three dicks?"

Dom smiled. "It's hard to imagine anything hotter than hearing you talk about how much you enjoy sex. Except maybe if you confessed that you don't just want any old three dicks. If you were to go ahead and say..., well I think we'd all lose it."

Mom leaned in and whispered in Dom's ear. I saw her arm moving under the water, and then the other arm, the one by Todd, was as well.

Oh, god. My heart almost burst right out my chest. Was this really happening?

Brianna turned to me. "Well how about that."

"Yeah," I said. "Can't say that's how I pictured the night ending."

"Heh. Nope, me either," she said.

Then my cousin climbed into my lap, facing away from me, reached down and guided my fat cock towards the inviting entrance to her love canal.

I held her steady by her hips, staring at her ass and glistening lips.

She let out moans as she eased down my pole. It took her a while to get me all the way inside. Once she had, her pussy was again submerged under water. That might have accounted for some of the sounds she'd made, but I was more than happy to take the credit.

She ground her hips back and forth a few times. "You're fucking huge, Frank. My god. Mmm, you know, this is all kinds of wrong. Absolutely sick, really. But, damned if I've ever been more turned on than I am right now. I don't care that you're my cousin. Actually, I do. It's turning me on even more."

I tried not to let myself think the same. Tried to focus on little things, like not letting her gorgeous, shiny, red-brown locks get in my face.

Was her hair that long a moment ago?

The last thing I wanted was to cum too early. But holy shit, Brianna was tight, and knew how to use her body. God, did she know how to use her body.

She crooked a finger at Todd. He retrieved his cock from Mom and came over to us. Brianna took it in her mouth like she had never wanted anything so badly. He closed his eyes and his chest and ab muscles squeezed so tight they seemed like they'd rip away from his bones. "Oh, fuck, yeah," he said.

I looked past Brianna's red ringlets and saw Mom bouncing up and down on Dom, holding her breasts to keep them from flopping uncontrollably, while he groped her ass cheeks so tight he left pink marks in her white skin.

Concentrate. Concentrate. Must not finish too soon.

A minute or two later, I felt I had more control over the situation, despite a few close calls. But I felt a bit drained. Like I'd given something up to get there.

I could worry about that later. For now, I was just happy it worked. Still on the very brink of cumming, I somehow kept going. Todd had busted his nut and gone back to join Mom and Dom, leaving me alone with Brie. I redoubled my efforts to get her off, and, without realizing I could, did something inside her head to make sure the pleasure of my efforts was nearly twice as intense as it should have been.

"Mmm, baby, I don't know when you learned to do that, but I like it. It's not going to make enough of a difference in the end, but it sure is nice."

I pulled her hair off to the side and kissed her neck, nibbled her ear. As I did, I whispered, "Don't underestimate me."

She cooed softly, rubbing the back of my head. "You're lovely, dear."

The bitch. She was so convinced she was going to prevail, she apparently didn't even feel the need to bother with trash talk any more.

Burning some more energy, I made my already monstrous member grow further. And I picked up the pace, assaulting my cousin's tight little hole far faster than humanly possible.

She laughed, reached under the water to stimulate her clit. "That's it, baby."

And I did. Did I ever.

As I fucked her, I reached around and fondled her breasts. They were smaller than those of any of the other women in the family. Dom or Todd might have thought them just fine all the same, but I found it hard not to be a bit disappointed.

While I worked my fat cock up into her tight snatch and rolled her hard nipples between my fingers, I felt her shudders reaching a crescendo, heard her breathing accelerate. She was right at the brink. I prepared myself to drain her but good.

However, all of a sudden, unbearable ecstasy overwhelmed me. The purest bliss I'd ever felt. I erupted, my balls working overtime to pump my sperm into my cousin's warm and receptive hole. Meanwhile, she was in the throes of a monster orgasm herself. Neither of us, therefore, had the chance to drain the other.

She stood up, spun around, and straddled my hips once more. Those green eyes were open wide, unblinking. A grin spread across her lips. "That. Was. Hot." She grabbed the back of my head and kissed me like she was trying to suck my soul out. I reached down and fondled her ass. Unlike her breasts, the feel of it changed my mind about it being too small.

Even if it hadn't, her kiss hardly left me any room to be disappointed about anything at all. If she'd kept it going for just a bit longer, I'd probably have reached another climax.

From a damned kiss.

But just then, Dom whistled loudly from outside the hot tub. Mom and Todd started laughing, and Bridget finally came up for air. Tucking a lock of her gorgeous hair behind a point ear, she blushed, planted another quick peck on my lips and climbed out of the tub.

"Frank, baby, I was thinking maybe we'd go ahead and, you know." Mom ran her hand through her hair. "I'd like to get fucked by all three of my sons." She drew a deep breath. "Unless you didn't mean what you said before about how hot you thought that was."

"No, no. That...that would be perfect," I said as I too climbed out of the tub.

Mom smiled. "Good. Brie, honey, if you'd like to join us, please do. I want to go airtight for at least a little while, but otherwise, there's more than enough meat here to go around."

"Great. Because you weren't going to be able to get rid of me if you tried," Brianna said, giving Dom's bare ass a firm slap. "I'm fixing to complete the tour of your sons myself."

Dom pulled her close. "That so?"

"Yeah," she said, in her cutest little bubbly voice.

Mom laughed, folded her arms over her humongous breasts and shifted her weight from foot to foot. "Okay, so let's head back inside then, huh? It's cold out."

"Hadn't noticed," Brie said, reaching down to give Dom's stiff dick a few good pumps.

So the five of us headed back down to the bottom floor. Mom told us to dry off and meet back in the sitting room.

The women went into one of the two bathrooms, and three guys squeezed into the other. Dom opened the closet and handed towels around.

"Okay, I know I'm not the only one hoping Mom gets off quickly," Todd said.

"You said it," Dom said. Then he rat-tailed me with his towel. "You lucky fuck. Having Brianna all to yourself that whole time. I can't wait to hit that."

I sighed. I'd have loved to trade places with either of them. But if I admitted that, they'd only mock me for it. "What can I say. She was pretty fucking good."

"I bet," Todd said. "She sure knows how to suck a dick, I can tell you that much."

When we came back into the sitting room, we found Mom and Brie had not only fixed their hair and makeup, but put their stockings and heels back on. Mom was lying beneath Brie on the couch, the two of them sixty-nine-ing.

"How'd they get ready before us?" Todd whispered to me and Dom.

We both shrugged. "Magic, I guess," I said. Which, I figured, was fairly close to true.

The three of us waited until the two women brought each other to climax. Then Brie went and sat atop the bar and fingered herself while she watched us assemble Mom's Tupperware party. I sat on the couch and Mom rode me cowgirl. My brothers waited a minute or so for me and Mom to get comfortable with each other before Dom stood up on the couch beside me, holding his cock at the ready. Mom smiled, licked her lips, staring at his thick piece, and told him to wait until Todd was in place. For his part, Todd laughed awkwardly, adjusting his position a few times to avoid getting too close to me. But in the end, he decided it was more important to have a decent angle than to minimize the risk of any contact of any kind with his brother, and it took him less time to get the full length of his cock all the way inside Mom's fat ass than it did for him to decide that he was actually going through with this.

Only then did Mom engulf Dom's cock in her mouth.

In the back of my mind, I was fairly sure I'd actually slept with my mother before. But I still spent about the first two minutes repeatedly telling myself that I couldn't believe this was happening, as Todd and I took turns fondling her breasts. It made no sense that she could be relatively thin overall but still have breasts and an ass like she did.

Fortunately for all three of us brothers, Mom did indeed cum shortly after we started. My brothers were all too glad to pull Brianna down from the bar after that and spit-roast her, while I was delighted that I got to have Mom alone.

We smiled awkwardly at one another. She hadn't so much as climbed off of my fat cock. Mom stroked my hair tenderly, planting soft kisses on my lips now and then, while she gently rocked back and forth. I gripped her soft ass tight in my hands, gathering my thoughts.

"So," she said.

"So."

"That was nice."

"Night's still young," I said. "I've got plans for you."

I stood up suddenly, spun around, and dumped her onto the couch. She spun around, and landed with her knees on the flat cushions and hands gripping the upright ones. I slapped her ass good and hard then mounted her.

"Oh, baby," Mom said. "That's it. Mommy loves it when you take charge."

The hand on her shoulder reached up and gave her hair a firm tug. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to draw a slight yelp. "Shh. Just shut up and let me fuck you."

She cooed softly, but indeed did not speak another word until she came.

"Now," I said, "your son is going to see if he can't make you melt in his mouth."

Mom guided my head down between her soft thighs, grinning ear to ear.

She tasted wonderful. I couldn't get enough of her sweet juice. With deft movements of tongue and fingers, I guided Mom through three orgasms. The first two came quickly, and were small. The third was more violent, and had her ejaculating wildly.

I felt like I could fly. Energy coursed through me, and it was almost a wonder this sad sack of flesh, blood and bone was up to the task of containing all of it.

If Mom had thought I'd fucked her good before, she hadn't seen anything yet. Over the course of the next half hour, I came many times. But her orgasms came faster and lasted longer than mine, so it didn't matter.

Finally, I paused when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I'd all but forgotten that there was anyone else in the room besides me and my mother.

"Mind if I cut in?" Brianna said. "I think I broke the other two toys."

"Sure, sweetie. I'm not sure how much more I can take, though I hate to admit that," Mom said, wiping some sweaty locks from her forehead.

It took Brianna no time at all to fuck all that precious energy right back out of me.



Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 07



Homelands: Autumn
Part One
Chapter Seven

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You might want to read Chapters One through Six first.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy. Supernatural forces play a prominent role throughout the novel.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.
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My head ached something fierce the next morning. It took me a long time to get out of bed, and even longer to shower. It was almost noon when I came out into the sitting room.

Mom was in the kitchenette, fixing soup and sandwiches. Only it wasn't Mom. It was the sex kitten my brothers and I had ravaged last night. She wore a gray silk negligee that didn't cover more than a fraction of her huge ass. That beautiful work of art jiggled about as she shuffled around the kitchen.

I drew a deep breath and walked up behind her quietly, rested my hands on the counter to either side of her, and leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Good morning," I said.

"Just barely," she said. Leaning forward, she pressed her ass against me. "People will be stopping in for lunch soon. In case you're looking for someone to ski with this afternoon."

Despite my killer headache, my dick was fully hard. "Think I had too much fun last night. Might need to take it easy today."

"That's okay, dear. If you need to recover, you should."

"What about you?" I asked. "I mean, last night didn't take a toll on you?"

I heard her purr softly. "Maybe a little. In a good way."

She didn't say anything about the hand I'd laid on her hip, but after finishing with the mayo, she turned, walked around me, and returned the jar to the fridge.

"I was surprised you joined us for cards after Dad went to bed. Pretty cool of you."

She smiled. Reaching out with one finger, she tapped my barrel chest. "Cards, huh?"

"Well, in general," I said.

She stepped closer to me, stood on the tips of her toes, and whispered in my ear. "I had a great time myself. It might just happen again tonight."

I placed a hand on the small of her back, pulled her against me. She let out a soft sound of approval. My hand slid down to her ass, gave it a firm squeeze. "Might?"

She leaned up and kissed me. Open mouth. With tongue. "Later," she said. "It's almost lunch time." And then she stepped away and went to stir the pot of soup.

#

Lunch took about two hours since people mostly showed up in twos and threes, and the last group arrived so long after the first. All through lunch, I hoped that no one announced that they were going to stay back for the afternoon.

No one did, for which I was thankful. But I also was a bit confused. I didn't understand why no one besides me woke up feeling completely like shit. Talking to my brothers over lunch, I learned that they'd been a little groggy this morning, but not too bad. And they were already thinking about how to top last night tonight. Dom was hoping not to have to share Brianna with Todd tonight. And Todd couldn't wait to get a chance with Natalie.

Natalie, meanwhile, was more than receptive to his anything but subtle advances. I think she might even have given him a quick BJ before they headed back onto the slopes.

Dom was less lucky. Brianna seemed interested in him one minute, and intent on a threesome with her father and ours the next.

Finally, thankfully, I had the cabin, and Mom, to myself once more.

She sat on the couch, legs folded to her side, watching TV. I came in and joined her, massaging her bare feet until they were warm. When I was done, I left my hands there. After a while, I let one drift up her calves, then back, then up again but reaching to her lower thigh, and so on. When I got about half-way up her soft thigh, she stopped me.

I met her eyes. They were large and deep brown. "We talked about this, baby."

"I wasn't. I was just petting," I said.

She smiled. "And where does that lead? Next thing you know, I'm straddling you while you fuck mommy's pussy raw and grope my fat ass and big tits. Am I right?"

My breathing sped up. I was about to agree and to apologize. But, though my memories were fuzzier than everyone else's, I was pretty sure I remembered that nothing turned Mom on more than a guy who took what he wanted.

So I grabbed her calves and pulled her legs out from under her. She yelped, but it was mostly surprise, with a slight hint of amusement. She smiled up at me nervously, but with excitement rolling off her in waves, as I reached for the waistband of my pants.

Despite that, she still said, "Frank. Please."

I pressed my face close to hers, staring intently into her eyes without saying or word or even so much as blinking. Then I planted a soft peck on her nose. "Tell me you don't want this. Tell me I can't see your nipples hardening. That you're not sopping wet. Tell me that, and mean it, and I'll gladly back off."

Her breathing was heavy. She didn't reply.

When I kissed her, she kissed back. All but tried to swallow my tongue, in fact.

I kissed my way slowly, tortuously, up from her toes to her love box, moving ever so slowly up her smooth, soft thighs. As I worked my way up those shapely legs, she stripped off her negligee and started rolling her nipples between her fingertips.

When I got to her pussy, I found that she was indeed sopping wet. Her labia were swollen, her clitoris peeking out from under its hood.

I went right for her most sensitive parts. But I stopped after just a few seconds and went back to teasing, only occasionally even throwing a quick flick of my tongue to her outer labia. She sighed exasperatedly, scratched the back of my head, and told me I was evil.

Perhaps so, but her first orgasm hit while I was still kissing her hips. So apparently I was doing something right.

I kept right on teasing. Her second climax came while I played with her breasts, tweaking one nipple with my hand while sucking, nibbling, and tongue-fucking the other.

Finally, I returned to her little lady. But as before, I only stimulated her labia and clitoris for a few brief seconds before pulling back. It was hard not to linger. She tasted sweet. Like blackberries with a hint of raspberries. And the way she responded to my ministrations also made it hard to back away. Nonetheless, that was what I did.

Mom slammed her fists into the couch, rolled her head back against the armrest. "Positively, absolutely, evil," she said. Then, more softly, she added, "Please, Frank." Only this time, she meant it quite differently. "Please, please, please. Don't do this to mommy. I really don't think I can take it."

I told her to roll onto her stomach, and I repeated the whole affair again. I licked her ankles, toes, and the backs of her knees. I massaged her back while kissing a trail up her spine to her neck. I nibbled her ears. Then I returned to her glorious ass, bit softly into each cheek, spread them apart, and gave her a rimjob, allowing her to climax at last.

Then I told her to lie on her back once more, and I finally knelt before her altar and worshipped her properly. She came over and over and over again.

Finally, time for penetration. The first round was quick and furious. Then, more gently, I fucked her ass. From there, it was mostly tender love-making. But a few times, I got a bit rough. If possible, Mom got even more excited when I did.

As my memories returned, I remembered that Brianna was the reason I woke up feeling like shit. She'd drained my brothers too, which was they'd woken up groggy, but she'd really gone after me as hard as she could. She needed time, then. Probably not much, given how powerful she was and how much energy she'd amassed. I hadn't lasted more than ten seconds once she cranked things up. But she still wasn't ready to end this.

Perhaps, then, I ought to have drained my mother thoroughly. But I simply couldn't.

We went at it all afternoon. Sometimes rough, but mostly not. Sometimes in her back door, but mostly not. It was hard to imagine what could have been more fun.

During a break in the action, Mom lay atop my chest, trailing her fingers lazily over my chest and shoulders. "Hey, baby. Tell me something."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Have you been going rougher than you prefer just for my sake?"

"Maybe," I said, kissing her forehead.

She sighed, brushed my chest with her soft lips. "Please don't. I hate to think you're doing something you don't want to do on account of me. It's not like I need it to get off."

"I just thought-" I swallowed the rest of the sentence as she laid a finger over my lips.

"Don't explain. It was sweet. But do as your mother says, and don't do it again."

#

That evening started off mostly like the one before. Dad and Uncle Jim made dinner, and then they and their wives went out to the hot tub.

But this time, Aunt Cindy, Jack and Mark all departed soon after dinner. They went together, and no one faked any yawns or said word one about being tired.

So Brianna, Natalie, my brothers and I again played a drinking game, and we took it slowly. No one drank unless they had to. We didn't make much small talk either. It seemed safe to say that we all knew what we all were thinking, but even so, none of us said anything. I wasn't sure why. Besides Natalie, we'd all gotten plenty intimate with one another the night before. But even so, the room was mostly silent, and the air heavy with anticipation.

When we heard the glass doors upstairs open, everyone looked towards the stairs expectantly. Brianna and Natalie exchanged glances.

"Excuse me," Brianna said, and left the room.

"That's our cue," Nat said, rising from her chair. She took Todd by the hand and started towards her room. She stopped by Dom's chair, laid a hand on his shoulder. "Go after her, you idiot. She's going to let you join in. Dad probably won't last long, so you'll get her to yourself before long anyway. But don't just sit there and wait for her to come to you."

It was probably the first, and last, time that anyone had to tell Dom that if he wanted a woman, he should take her.

And just like that, I was alone. I waited a few minutes, hoping to see Mom come down the stairs. But she didn't come.

I downed the rest of my beer. And Dom's. "Shit," I said to myself. "Shit, shit, shit."

The place was painfully quiet.

I plopped down on the couch and was about to turn the TV on when I heard moaning upstairs. Someone hadn't bothered retiring to a bedroom. That was pretty close to an open invitation for others to join, in this family.

Slowly, I crept upstairs, wondering what was going on. Well, I had a pretty good guess as to what. The real question was who. Was that Aunt Liz's voice? Cindy's?

And what lucky guy was with one of my aunts?

It was both aunts, as it turned out. And the "lucky" guy was Uncle Jim. Who wasn't looking all that terribly lucky.

He sat cuffed to a chair by the fireplace, a pair of panties stuffed in his mouth, watching his wife and her sister have a romantic evening together.

They sat on the couch, kissing each other, abandoned drinks on the coffee table. Each of them had one hand stuffed in the other's panties.

Aunt Liz wore a red shelf bra, matching panties, and a black silk robe. Aunt Cindy wore a bustier the same shade of blue as her eyes. Her panties were white with blue trim. White stockings and a garter rounded things out.

Cindy's eyes opened. She spotted me holding my erect penis. She smiled and crooked a finger at me. "Liz," she whispered. "We have a guest."

Liz looked over at me without slowing her fingerplay. "Well, hello there, handsome. Thought everyone was busy already."

"Not everyone," I said. "Still one guy left. Wouldn't want to leave such beautiful women to attend to themselves, after all."

"You think we need men to have fun?" Aunt Cindy asked, writhing faster and faster. "That we're not perfectly capable of doing that without you?"

I paused. "Sorry. Didn't mean that. And, uh, didn't mean to interrupt."

"Oh, Frank. Don't take everything so seriously. Of course you're welcome to join us," Liz said. "Just realize that you're sort of like the cherry on top."

So I stroked myself as I watched them step out of their panties and sixty-nine. After a while, I approached the couch slowly. Neither said anything. I leaned over Aunt Cindy's round ass, which was stretched out by Liz's hands, admiring its size and shape. I wouldn't mind it being a little bigger and softer, but it was awfully impressive all the same. I went to my knees and gave Cindy a rimjob. Between that and Liz's equally expert tongue-work, it wasn't long before Cindy trembled with pleasure. I could see her lips darken as she came.

They disentangled themselves from one another and switched places.

I went to the kitchen and gathered a few supplies as they continued licking one another. I walked back in, carrying a few cucumbers, a banana, a stick of butter, and a can of whipped cream. Liz was just then finishing her first orgasm.

"What a thoughtful boy," she said, grabbing the can of whipped cream. "Lose that bustier, then stand still," she said to Cindy before giving her a bikini. "Your turn," she said to me before covering the tip of my penis and leaving a trail down the top of my shaft.

Cindy got to her knees, taking care not to disrupt her bikini, placed a hand palm-up under my shaft, and guided my cock towards her mouth. Meanwhile, Liz slipped out of her clothes and applied her own bikini before taking knee beside her sister.

They went painfully slow, removing the whipped-cream one light flick at a time. But gradually, their pace quickened. They also began to use more and more of their tongues and their lips. After an agonizing wait, Liz finally slipped the whole head in her mouth for more than a brief teasing instant. As she worked, she stroked my shaft just below the head. Cindy came around the side and licked my balls while stroking the bottom half of my cock.

They took turns, competing to see who could fit more. On her third try, Cindy swallowed all but the last inch. Her throat bulged like a snake that had just fed on a large rat.

Liz then one-upped her by getting the entire thing all the way inside her, her delicate nose pressed against my pubes. She hummed, and her throat vibrated against my stiff dick.

They kept switching back and forth, each one leaving me just a bit closer to the brink. After an insufferable wait, they knelt side by side and stuck their tongues out while I jerked off into their mouths. With my sticky load still on their tongues, they kissed each other.

Next, I pulled Liz up to her feet and gave her breasts the same treatment she'd given me. Cindy followed suit, gently easing Liz's legs apart before going to work on her ass. When Cindy and I finished licking Liz clean, Liz and I did the same for Cindy. 

Cindy then took one of the cucumbers, buttered up one end of it, and slowly worked it into her ass while she sat on the edge of the couch. "Liz, be a dear and lick my clit."

Liz knelt in front of the blonde woman. One hand roamed up Cindy's abs to find her breasts. The other gripped Cindy's right leg, just below the hip. Cindy then wrapped that leg around Liz's neck, pulling the other woman's head closer to her crotch.

I crouched behind Liz on one knee, hesitating.

"Go ahead," Cindy encouraged me.

Ever so slowly, I slid my dick into Liz's inviting folds. She was sopping wet, but it still took some effort just to get my head in. I let myself shrink a bit.

It went easier from there. Once I was all the way in, I let it grow a bit once more. I heard my aunt moan around a mouthful of Cindy's pussy as I did. While I fucked her, I slapped her ass. At first, I did so playfully. Nothing more than soft taps. But I worked up to fairly vigorous slaps that left pink palm marks on her white flesh.

Cindy reached over Liz's back and handed me the other cucumber. "Fill both her holes."

Liz slowed, steadying herself. Her back went tense, the taut ropes of muscle standing out. She was not as fit as Cindy, but she clearly knew her way around the gym. I slowed my thrusts, eventually halting while I worked a thumb into her ass. After her sphincter loosened, I started slowly pushing the cucumber in.

She moaned slowly and deeply. "Yes, yes. Oh that's good," she said.

I started fucking her again. Slowly at first, but soon I was like a jackhammer. I pulled almost all the way out, no more than half of my head still enveloped in her folds, before slamming into her. I delivered a few dozen full thrusts per second. All the while, I kept working the cucumber back and forth, in and out of her tight ass. I made sure that the two followed distinct but complimentary patterns. Like lead and rhythm guitar.

"Whoa there," Cindy said. "I need her to be able to focus on me too."

I eased up until I heard Cindy moaning softly as well.

Cindy came first. I wasn't sure how to feel about that, and at the same time felt ashamed for caring. A minute or two later, Liz slammed her hands down on the couch, dug her nails in, lifted her head up and, through gritted teeth, said, "That's it. Just like that."

I eased the cucumber out, afraid that it would make a mess if she squeezed too tight, and convinced this was going to be that kind of climax.

I was right. A few moments later, her vice grip had me gasping for air.

Energy drained from her, into me. I drank it in slowly, careful not to take too much.

Liz collapsed to the floor. I followed her down and eased myself out. Then I leaned forward and kissed her her neck, gave her ass another light tap, and stood up.

Aunt Liz rolled over, propped her back against the edge of the couch. "Wow," she said. "That was amazing. You have to give him a try."

"Okay, dear. But I'm not nearly done with you," Aunt Cindy said.

Liz scrambled to her feet and kissed Cindy deeply, fondling her medium-sized breasts as she did. "You'd better not be," she said before heading to the bathroom.

"She's something, isn't she?" Aunt Cindy asked. Without waiting for an answer, she said, "Now, show me what she's raving about."

I pulled her in close for a kiss. Her lips were soft. They didn't compare to Liz's, but they were nice. And she was a great kisser. I ran my hands down her back, cupped her ass cheeks, massaged them softly. Her ass was hard as a rock.

After a few moments she ran her hands up my abs, over my chest. But then she pushed me back. "Okay, okay, Romeo. I'm plenty warmed up." She stood with her back to the couch, and let herself fall. Once she was settled, she held her legs up beside her head and said, "Fuck me already. And don't be shy about it."

I placed my knees on either side of Aunt Cindy and eased my dick inside her. She let go of her ankles, and propped her legs up against my shoulders. Wrapping her hands around my back, she pulled me in close.

There was too much difference in height between us, even though I was not overly tall, for me to kiss her while we fucked. So I just gripped the back of the couch for support and pumped away as fast and hard as I could.

Good lord, she was tight.

After a bit, I lifted her legs by her meaty calves, raising her hips. Leaning farther back on the couch, careful not to fall off, I further increased the angle at which I entered her. I could feel her G-spot, spongy rather than smooth like the rest of her vag, as I worked back and forth. I picked up the pace gradually. She shuddered with each thrust.

It didn't take long before she started to cum. Her nails broke the skin of my back.

As soon as her contractions slowed down, I launched another full assault. Not only did I drill into her as fast as I could, each thrust pulling all but the very tip of my cock out of her warm, wet snatch, but I drew upon some of the energy I'd taken from Aunt Liz to add a few other flourishes. For one thing, my dick grew thicker still, stretching her lips wider and wider. For another, I reached inside her in a purely metaphorically way and opened something up, so that she felt everything more intensely. 




Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 07



Less than a minute later, my aunt hit another orgasm. A monster one, that had her squirting like mad. Her energy flowed into me like water gushing from a fire hydrant. I couldn't even manage to take it all in.

Perhaps I should have stopped then. Or eased up at least. But I just kept right on going. I couldn't have said whether the second orgasm ended and then a third began immediately after or if it was all just one big orgasm. But she was losing energy so fast, I was almost afraid of what would happen.

Until I burst myself.

I slumped forward, my hips jerking spasmodically as I shot my cum into my aunt's tight cunt. She pulled at my member with her inner walls, milking me. And as she did, she recovered some of the energy she'd lost. Not most of it, but enough that I was no longer worried about her.

Aunt Liz came back, smiling. "What did I tell you?"

Cindy took a few moments to catch her breath, "Kid's definitely good. Have another romp with him. Then let's you and me spend some time together, just the two of us, okay?"

Liz nodded. "I like that plan."

Cindy lowered her legs, wrapped both hands around my neck, and pulled me in. "That was fucking amazing, Frank. Thank you." Then she gave me a long, deep kiss. Long enough that I forgot about the Romeo remark earlier. Long enough that I started to think she might want another go with me herself, but eventually she let me go. Then she turned to Liz, said, "He's all yours," slapped my ass, and left.

"Have a seat," Liz said.

I sat on the couch.

Liz slowly climbed into my lap. For a while, we simply kissed and groped each other. Her lips were almost impossibly full and soft. I could stare into her eyes for hours. She'd refreshed her makeup, which in the back of my mind I felt I should have found gaudy and cheap, but instead found quite arousing.

Eventually she eased herself onto my pole, gasping pleasantly with each additional inch that disappeared inside her. I waited until she'd settled herself before starting to thrust my hips up towards her. My hands explored her curves as we worked. Staring up at Liz as she bounced on my cock, I didn't have the sense of constant disbelief at the fact that a woman could be shaped the way she was as I did when looking at Mom. But very few women were shaped like Liz, even if it wasn't technically impossible.

After a while, I lay her down on her side, held one leg up, straddled the other, and eased myself back inside her warm and inviting hole.

"Mmm, that's nice," she said, holding her breasts and pinching her nipples.

My sac dragged across the smooth flesh of her upper thigh as I slid inside her.

Aunt Cindy came back, fully naked now. She too had refreshed her makeup. With a smile, she asked, "Almost finished, loverboy? I'd like her to myself soon."

"Maybe," I said. "Not exactly at the brink."

"Let him finish," Liz said. "I'm enjoying this. Might even get off again myself."

"All right, but in the meantime," she said, and crouched above Liz's face. Reaching behind her, she ran her nails through Liz's raven tresses.

Liz leaned up, wrapped her hands around Cindy's hips, and began licking and sucking at the blonde's womanhood.

I leaned forward, sacrificing the ability to go quite as deep into Liz, and Cindy and I kissed. One hand still held Liz's leg up. With the other I fondled Cindy's breasts.

A few minutes later, Cindy stepped away from the couch. "Not the same when she's got you distracting her. Go ahead and finish up." She then took the banana, sat near the fire facing us, near Uncle Jim. Who I'd all but forgotten. He'd been so quiet. Not so much as a whimper. The poor guy.

I leaned away from Liz and, with my free hand, teased her clit.

The additional stimulation seemed to do the trick. Or perhaps she was faking it. I wasn't sure. But soon after, Aunt Liz started to cum.

"Now you," she whispered after regaining her breath.

I pulled out, let her lower her leg, and straddled her chest. Grabbing her heaving breasts, I pressed them together and slid my dick between them.

Large as I was, she was able to lean down and take my head in her mouth without straining her neck even though I was sitting atop her ribcage. Feeling the soft pillows of her breasts pressed against the sides of my cock and her warm mouth engulfing my helmet was all kinds of wonderful. The sheer knowledge of what was happening added to the excitement. I was defiling my mother's sister, who was reserved, responsible, and more than a little religious, as well as my father's sister, who was socially aware, environmentally conscious, and always engaged in some kind of advocacy campaign.

So fucking wrong.

It didn't take Liz long, focusing entirely on my most sensitive part, to send me over the edge. She swallowed most of my jizz, and probably would have swallowed it all had I let her, but I had the urge to see some glistening beads of cum on her chest.

At that point, I left them. Whether they ever let Jim join in is anyone's guess.

#

The world melted away. I found myself in my parent's manor house.

Their house in the Homelands.

A world I hadn't lain eyes on for the first time until recently, until after my sister had turned eighteen and our parents introduced their four children to what they insisted was the "real" world. A world that felt alien to me even though I now knew that my brothers and I had been born here, and it was only after Mom become pregnant with Natalie that she and Dad moved to the mortal world. A world of fantasy, in both the sexual sense and the sense that much of what I "knew" to be impossible was completely ordinary here.

And I realized who I was. Who we were. What we were.

Not quite gods, though it sometimes felt like it. Not quite demons, though I knew that it had once been fashionable to refer to men of our kind as incubi and women as succubi. But something more than human. With extraordinary powers. Powers that allowed us to do all manner of things mortals could not. Powers that, despite their vast potential, we seemed to have little interest in using for much besides sex. Because, after all, it was through sex that we acquired the energy necessary to fuel our abilities.

I realized, too, that what I'd thought were the "real" versions of my family members were in fact the illusions. We only wore them to fit in when we visited the mortal world.

Finally, I remembered what was happening.

Grandma Kaitlin had stepped down from the throne.

The events that had just transpired were part of a rite of succession that had begun when Brianna made a bid for the throne. And by tradition, we would now evaluate which claimant had emerged from the ritual with the most sexual energy stored up inside them.

That was almost certainly Brianna. I hadn't seen her at the end, but I didn't need to. Perhaps, at one point, there had been a very small chance I could have prevailed, but after she'd sucked me dry that night with my mother, even that had evaporated. Everything after that was just her victory lap.



Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 08



Homelands: Autumn
Part One
Chapter Eight

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Most of this chapter has already appeared on Literotica in the form of the stand-alone story "Rediscovering My Mother." However, there are two short (non-sex) scenes at the beginning of the chapter that are important to the plot. So even if you read that story, you might want to skim the opening of this chapter, if you're interested in following the bigger story. Of course, if you're interested in the bigger picture and you haven't already done so, I suggest you go back and read Chapters One through Seven.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy. Supernatural forces play a prominent role throughout the novel.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.
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Sure enough, it had been Brianna who had prevailed.

The ceremony began with a parade. We marched a mile through the bucolic countryside into the royal palace. A very brief ceremony in the throne room followed.

Predictably enough, the ceremony quickly devolved into a giant orgy. Every guy in the hall had a turn with Brianna before she donned the crown. That included not just the five men to which she was related, but the cousins from my father's side, and many others besides. Some of these other men were from noble houses in our court. Lesser houses. Houses that hadn't held the throne in generations, if they ever had at all. But others were dignitaries and ambassadors from other courts.

Much was made of the fact that the throne had passed once again from the Farriers, which was apparently my father's House, to the Orwins, the House of my mother. I tried to share in the enthusiasm being expressed all around me, but it meant little to me. Apparently many of the nobles had felt they'd suffered great injustices at the hand of the previous queen, my paternal grandmother, who was of House Farrier. But how many nobles were sitting in the homes rather than here in the palace, dreading the treatment they'd receive as payment for their loyalty to my grandmother now that an Orwin sat the throne again?

I realized too that my mother, despite being an Orwin herself, had sought to help me win the throne as much out of a desire to limit tension between the two houses and their supporters as much as anything else. And the same was likely true of Aunt Liz, though she had no connection to House Farrier, be it through marriage or otherwise. It seemed the sensible thing to hope for, and my aunt was not the type to lose sight of that.

But these were thoughts for another day.

The celebratory orgy lasted for what felt like a lifetime. No one ever tired or became unable to perform. We just fucked and fucked and fucked, then fucked some more.

Brianna was already glowing when it all began. By the end, you could feel the warmth radiating off of her, and she was difficult to look at straight on.

#

In the days that followed, I'd thought I might learn more about the politics of the realm my cousin now ruled. Might get a better sense of what kind of queen Grandma Kaitlin had been, and what exactly it was that she'd done to make some of the lesser nobles hate her so, and whether I'd been right to guess that there had to be another group of nobles who lamented her decision to step down. I even hoped to learn why she'd chosen to abdicate the throne so suddenly. No one seemed to know what her reason was. Nor to care.

Obviously, it wasn't because she was old and infirm. If there was any meaningful sense in which our kind aged, it was sufficiently dissimilar from the process mortals experienced that it couldn't have accounted for her decision. Though I had never seen my grandmother's true appearance, the fact that Mom, Aunt Liz and Aunt Cindy all had the bodies of women in their twenties suggested that when and if I did see what Grandma Kaitlin really looked like, I might not even recognize her.

And if it was such a big deal that power had changed not only hands, but houses, it seemed to me that Grandma had to have had a pretty good reason. She hadn't even named her son or daughter as chosen successor, though that had been within her rights. Apparently it wasn't exactly uncommon for a regent to step down without naming a successor, but neither was it the norm to require a succession ritual such as the one we'd just completed.

I'd hoped to learn such things, and more. But it turned out that I was not allowed to spend much time in the court. Brianna allowed Dom to come and go as he pleased, but the rest of us were largely kept at a distance. I say largely because she did visit most of us in private from time to time. When she did, she would fuck us into zombies, sucking every bit of energy that she could out of us, and call it paying tribute.

As if that wasn't bad enough, I was pretty sure she was going out of her way to keep us from spending too much time together. It was hard to tell for sure, because she'd hardly issued any official proclamations to that effect, but she frequently asked us to entertain what I was sure were very minor foreign dignitaries, and it was hard to believe the primary purpose of this was to engender good will with other courts.

I quickly came to view the Homelands as more of a prison than a paradise.

Thankfully, after less than a week, Brianna announced that she was going to have us all return to the mortal world. I wasn't sure if that included her and Dom as well, but it sounded like it might. Perhaps she intended to move back and forth between the worlds frequently. As with so many other things, though, I simply couldn't have said.

At any rate, though I rather doubted she was sending the rest of us back out of kindness, I couldn't help being excited to be returning to the mortal world. There, I could fuck pretty much whomever I wanted, whenever I wanted. There was no one to tell me I couldn't fuck my mother if I wanted to, or that it was in the interests of the realm that I fuck some woman I'd never met before. In the Homelands, I was a member of not one but two powerful Houses, with the blood of countless kings and queens coursing through my veins. But it was in the mortal world, where I was no one, that I was free to do as I pleased.

I did, however, resent that Brianna was not only going to place a veil of ignorance over us first, but also told us to expect it to be restored from time to time. Ostensibly, that was so that there'd be no limit to the number of first times we could share with one another.

Right.

Certainly had nothing to do with the fact that while Brianna needed us to be acquiring more energy, so that she could take it from us, she also wanted to make sure none of us would have any hope of overthrowing her. If it happened to work out that it would be almost impossible for any of us to do that from another world, and with our minds cloudy half the time, well, that was just a coincidence.

But I didn't try to resist the veil. I'd either have failed or she'd have noticed anyway.

I did, however, pour a lot of energy into poking holes in it, in the hope that it would at least disintegrate that much faster. What exactly that would buy me, I wasn't sure. But, if nothing else, it allowed me to smile sincerely when thanking her grace for the gift of innocence that she was giving us.

#

The fact that I was half certain that just last week, I'd been surveying the landscape around our manor house, admiring the fall foliage, struck me as just a bit odd. It wasn't fall, and we didn't have a manor house. It was mid July, and we were in the midst of a heat wave. Moreover, we lived on a postage stamp plot in the suburbs, with so few trees around that there'd have been little enough foliage to admire even if it were October.

But then, I knew I wasn't normal.

I'd come to accept that, sometimes, truly impossible things were, for me at least, perfectly straightforward. I had the power to change things. About myself. About others. And about the world around me. The way things looked, and smelled, and the way they felt. It took some effort, and it tired me out, but it wasn't particularly difficult.

Maybe recently I'd made the leaves change color, if only temporarily, just to amuse myself. And then forgotten about it. Stranger things had happened.

I'd spent half the summer using that power to seduce most of the women I'd ever fantasized about. I'd been doing so for years, in fact. But especially now that it was summer vacation and I didn't have anything to worry about but life-guarding, working out, and getting laid, I'd been putting those talents to especially good use.

Maybe that was why when I turned on the TV in the Den one early morning and found that whoever had used the TV last had been watching a DVD, my mind went straight to the gutter. It basically never left.

There were plenty of perfectly ordinary explanations for why someone might have watched a DVD late last night, after everyone went to bed. But I immediately assumed one of my brothers had snuck downstairs to watch some porn. If we had wireless internet like most every other household these days, there'd have been no need for that. But with just the one family desktop hooked up to the internet, us boys only had so many options.

My heart raced. Dad was at work, and everyone else was still asleep.

I turned the DVD player on. My finger hovered over that triangular button that would play the disc. Did I even want to know what kind of smut my brothers were into?

Maybe. Maybe not. But I certainly didn't have the willpower to resist my curiosity. My thumb descended, slowly and firmly pushing the button in. Play resumed from where it had been when the machine was turned off.

The remote almost fell from my hand.

A much younger, and much hotter, version of my mother was sucking a big old monster of a cock. And she was not timid about it either. She was deep-throating, working her tongue like magic, licking the man's balls while pumping his slab of meat with her fist.

A sense of deja vu hit me. Then confusion. What made me think I'd seen my mother giving head before? And if I had, wouldn't I remember it? Wouldn't a memory like that be seared into my memory, instead of bubbling up to the surface out of nowhere, and feeling distant and vague even after it came to me?

The camera panned out and I realized who the lucky man was.

It was her now deceased father, looking a good deal younger himself. Grandpa Dick had apparently been quite handsome and very fit, even in his forties. Or however old he was here. Which was hard to guess. His face was that of a distinguished gentleman, with generous silver streaks in his short reddish beard. But his body would have made even Todd jealous.

A dizzying array of emotions overcame me. Disgust. Anger. Sadness. Jealousy.

And excitement.

Not a moment later, I had my own cock in my hand.

I couldn't believe what I was watching. My mother. Looking good. Committing incest. Sure, I wished I could see more of her body, but I saw enough.

Part of me felt wretched about jerking off to it. That was just about the most odious, despicable reaction I could have had. But I couldn't help myself. It was fucking hot as hell.

Only after I shot my load into a wad of tissues did the question of what to do with the DVD come to me. I could take it, keep it for future viewing pleasure. I could have a very awkward conversation with Mom about it. The one probably implied the latter, since she'd no doubt notice it was missing. If only my parents' old PC had a DVD burner.

Alternatively, I could rewind to the point where I'd found it, turn it back off, and quite simply pretend nothing had ever happened.

Of course, I chose the latter.

I was panicked, and I wasn't sure in that moment I was willing to commit myself to a course of action that would, one way or another, result in having to talk to Mom about what I'd seen. That path was fraught with delicious possibilities. And terrifying ones.

It was, of course, all I could think about while at work. Good thing it was cold and cloudy. If it had been a nice day, my distraction could have endangered lives. Thankfully though, the place was so empty, I even managed to jerk off at work. Twice. Both times, picturing my mother committing incest. But not with her father.

From then on, I saw her in a new light.

Well, truth be told, I'm not sure it was just my perception that changed.

At first, I caught only very fleeting glimpses of an extremely shapely caricature of my mother. That made me think that my subconscious had created a fantasy version of her to go with the fantasies I was having about her.

But over the next few days, it seemed like I saw an overweight, unkempt housewife less and less when I looked at Mom and a surreal sex goddess with proportions that were literally humanly impossible more and more often.

I was able to ignore that for a time. My interactions with Mom were awkward, sure, and she certainly noticed that. But I doubt she had any idea why. She certainly sounded confused enough when she asked me, again and again, what was wrong.

But before long, I was so crippled by my intense desire for her, and my inability to determine whether what I was seeing was even real, that I basically squeaked and ran out of the room whenever I saw her.

I couldn't keep this to myself anymore. All I did with my free time was masterbate to depraved thoughts about the woman who'd given birth to me. For all I knew, I was going insane. I had to tell someone.

It might have made more sense to tell a friend. But I decided to broach the subject with Dom and Todd. I figured they were the only ones who could tell me if I was seeing things. If Mom had been replaced by a sexpot with a hip-to-waist ratio that never occurred in nature, with obvious signs of maturity but nonetheless the firm, clear skin and perfect hair of a woman half her age, I couldn't be the only one who'd noticed.

Or so I figured.

As it turns out, though, I was.

When I told them about the DVD, and about what I'd been seeing ever since, they both laughed. Heartily. Dismissively. Then accused me of trying to put something over on them.

But when they saw I wasn't kidding, the laughter turned to concern.

At first, it was faint concern. But especially when my story hadn't changed a day later, Dom in particular seemed truly worried about me.

On a certain level that seemed like further evidence of my insanity. But as much as I didn't like admitting it, that was actually perfectly in keeping with his character. Dom could be a huge dick at times. Capable of stunning cruelty, and infinite amusement at the cleverness with which he devised ways to torture his brothers. Todd, on the other hand, had never shown any such tendency.

But as incapable of genuine cruelty as my younger brother was, he was also equally incapable of picking up on other people's feelings. Todd never went out of his way to hurt anyone, yet neither did he go out of his way to comfort them when others had hurt them.

Dom might not always care about people's feelings, but he wasn't blind to them.

I often thought that it was only the flashes of this nobler side of her son that my mother chose to see. That might well have been true. But sometimes I had a hard time admitting to myself that I sometimes only saw the side of Dom that fit into my chosen narrative. It was easier to focus on the special treatment he'd always received from Mom, the way his maturity level sometimes didn't seem to have progressed in a decade, and forget that in those rare cases where I found myself needing help, he was often the first to offer it.

It would have been weird if they continued to think I really was just trying to sell a story about a sex tape. We did sometimes play some elaborate jokes on one another. But even Dom, who always went a step further, would have had a hard time faking fears of mounting insanity for this long just for the laugh he'd get in the end. So even though neither of them had caught so much as a glimpse of this mythical, super-sexualized version of Mom, they both seemed a bit more willing to believe at least the first part of my story.

But the fact that they believed that part didn't offer much reassurance, because it only meant they too believed that I was going insane. Dom speculated that I was suffering from hallucinations brought on by an inability to cope with what I'd seen.

"Dude, maybe you should just talk to her," Todd said at one point.

I burst out laughing hysterically.

Dom put a soothing hand on my shoulder. My laughter subsided. "Actually, I agree with Todd. I know how weird that's going to be, and I wouldn't look forward to it either if I were you, but you need help, man. We're really worried about you. Maybe hearing whatever she has to say will help you make some peace with this. Help with the visions. It's that, or we need to start talking about getting you to a professional."

He didn't say that they probably would have to anyway, but it was in his face.

Maybe he was right.

It almost made sense, at least to my extremely inexpert mind. If I was having a psychotic episode induced by the traumatic experience of witnessing my mother commit one of the most depraved acts known to man, it couldn't hurt to at least hear her side of the story. Even if it wouldn't help, I supposed I owed it to her.

The mere thought of it made my stomach heave though. "I get what you're saying. But you don't understand. Lately, being around Mom is so hard for me. She asked me this morning what I thought she should make for dinner, and I almost couldn't answer."

I was about to confess that I'd very nearly answered by saying, "Your pussy." But it was bad enough that I'd already admitted to as much as I had.

Of course, I realized that my brothers had probably assumed that the visions I was having were affecting me in that way. It was only logical, given what I'd described. But I hadn't actually told them I was now overcome with lust for Mom. I was clinging to the possibility that they thought I was just traumatized by the whole thing, not turned on by it.

Todd stifled a snicker even just at what little I'd confessed. And that further persuaded me I'd made the right call not to tell them what I'd very nearly said to Mom.

Dom flashed him a reproachful look. "Okay, I'll talk to her for you. See if I can't convince her to have a talk with you. Hopefully, that way, she'll be less defensive. Having had a chance to get her initial reaction out of the way and all."

I nodded slowly. "That would help a lot, yeah." I drew a deep breath. My hands started fidgeting more erratically again. "But maybe we could just, you know. Forget about it. I mean, the hallucinations aren't so bad. It's more the abject fear of telling Mom that I saw what I saw that's got me shaking like this."

"Don't be a jack-ass," Todd said. "Dom's offering to do the worst of it-"

"We," Dom corrected.

Todd looked at him, brow furrowed. "Say what?"

"We're offering to do the worst of it for him. You and me both, buddy."

Todd held up his hands in protest. "Now wait just a goddamn-"

"Our brother's suffering here. Man up. Or I'll have to kick your ass."

"Like to see you try," Todd said. His gaze was steady, but no doubt Dom noticed the way our younger brother's voice cracked just a bit, or how his upraised fists wavered.

These days, Todd probably could take either me or Dom in a fight. He was taller and more athletic, though both Dom and I were densely packed with muscle.

But he and I had more than our share of painful memories of when that wasn't the case.

Before Dom could even reply, Todd submitted. "Yeah, okay. Fine." He turned to me. "But you owe me a few six packs. And not cheap shit."

#

They agreed to do it on Saturday. Dad was out of town on business. Natalie was working a double-shift tending bar, and I would be at the pool until eight. But neither Todd, who was also life-guarding but generally worked different shifts, nor Dom, who was interning at an engineering firm, had to work. So it was perfect timing.




Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 08



When I got to work, I grew a bit nervous though. There were dark clouds in the sky. It looked like we were due for a serious thunderstorm. I texted Dom and told him I might be coming home early after all, due to the weather. An hour later, he texted back and said not to worry, they were going to talk to her now.

My heart raced for twenty minutes after that before calming down again. I was just starting to freak out all over again as it got to be close to an hour since he said he was going to talk to her when my phone buzzed.

Thankfully, it was him. We exchanged a few quick messages. He said Mom had freaked out at first, so it was good they went to her before I did, but after she calmed down, everything went fine, and I shouldn't be worried about talking to her anymore. He didn't want to steal her thunder, so he didn't really say anything about what she had to say, but he assured me that she'd be very conscious of my feelings when the two of us spoke.

That was especially relieving because just twenty minutes later, I heard the first thunderclap. And sure enough, within fifteen minutes, my manager told me we were closing the pool until further notice, and that they'd call me if they were going to reopen.

I texted Dom to let him know that, and thanking him for taking care of things, since, otherwise, I wouldn't feel comfortable coming home.

This time, I didn't get a response. So I texted Todd. He didn't reply either.

That was a little strange. Not much more than a half hour ago, Dom had been replying to my messages more or less instantly. But then, from his perspective, his task was done. The two of them could be working out together or something. Wouldn't be the first time. So I tried not to make too much of it. But it did make me think twice about going home. What if the conversation wasn't over after all? Did I want to walk in on that?

The working out hypothesis was confirmed before I got out of my car. As I pulled up the driveway, I saw them in the garage. Dom was spotting Todd while he benched a truly scary amount of weight. The barbell was slightly bowed.

That's nothing, a voice in the back of my head whispered. If I called upon my otherworldly talents, I could buff up to the point that I could put Todd to shame.

"Figured you'd be coming back," Dom yelled, his voice almost drowned out by the rain.

I nodded, pulled my tank top up over my head, waved hi and bye, and ran down the cement walk to the front door.

And nearly bumped into Mom as I came in.

"Oh! Sorry, Frank," she said. "Didn't even hear the door opening." She looked me up and down. Surveying the damage, no doubt. If I caught a slight grin, it must have been my imagination. "It's really coming down out there, huh?"

"Cats and dogs," I said. "Gonna go change." And with that, I bounded up the stairs to my room, hoping Mom hadn't noticed that over the course of that ridiculously brief interaction, I'd gotten an erection.

Figuring I wasn't likely to be headed back to work, I took a quick shower. I was already soaking wet, and I wanted to get rid of the smell of suntan lotion and chlorine.

I'd just finished slipping a fresh, dry, set of clothes on when a knock came at my door.

"Frank? Honey? Can I come in?" Mom asked.

My stomach clenched, and my heart raced.

"Sure," I said, tucking my erection up under my waistband and taking a seat at my desk.

The door eased open slowly. Mom stuck her head in, smiled awkwardly, chuckled, then drifted the rest of the way into my room.

As was apparently always the case now, she looked good enough to eat. And then some. She wore a pair of blue socks with fuzzy pink trim, pink panties, and a skimpy blue camisole with pink ribbons at the center and the corners of the two flimsy panels. It didn't even reach her hips. In fact, it covered only a little bit more than her areolas.

Her luscious black hair was held back by a pink ribbon that matched the ones on her cami, save for two locks falling just to the sides of her beautiful brown eyes. Her lipstick was the exact same shade of pink. As if anyone would fail to notice those ripe beauties anyway. Thick circles of black kohl framed her eyes, contrasting sharply with her porcelain skin. Her thick yet neat brows did so as well. As did her unbelievably long and full eyelashes.

My breath caught. For a moment, I simply couldn't think. Her nose was a touch broad, and her face a bit soft. As was her stomach, especially as she took a seat on the edge of my bed. Crows' feet were etched into her otherwise flawless skin at the corners of her eyes. If you looked closely enough, you could see just a few stray gray hairs here and there intermingled with her raven tresses. She wasn't perfect, even in the eyes of a guy who could appreciate her extreme curves. But she was awful damn close.

Mom crossed her legs and folded both hands over her upraised knee as she leaned forward. Her posture was intimate but composed. Because, of course, everything was fine. She wasn't making any advances. Why would anyone even think that? Just a mother and son having a talk about what was bothering him. Perfectly normal.

"Is this an okay time?" she asked in a soft voice.

"As good as any, I suppose," I said.

There was no need to ask what for.

She drew a deep breath. "So I'm sure your brothers told you that we spoke earlier."

I nodded.

She suddenly got up from the bed, turned her back to me, and walked over to the mirrored closet. I forced myself not to stare at her glorious ass, certain that she'd notice see me doing so through my reflection in the mirror. It was awfully hard to resist though. It was so big, so round, so out of proportion to her relatively small waist.

Mom crossed her arms under her heavy breasts. "I'd almost managed to suppress the memory of it. But, as you know, your father has been slowly cleaning out the attic, making room for all the things we're taking from Grandma's place."

It had been months since Grandma Kaitlin's funeral. I'd almost forgotten about it.

Letting Grandma slip from my memory made me feel shitty, but didn't induce anywhere near as much guilt as the thoughts I was having about my mother more or less every second that I was awake of late.

"My father...made me do things."

If she'd been acting under duress, it sure hadn't shown.

She turned back around, paced back towards the bed, but didn't sit down. "For a while, after he first discovered that tape, your father tried to talk me into bringing charges. But I just couldn't. I never forgave him, but the last thing I wanted was to relive it all."

But it wasn't even a tape. It was a DVD. They didn't have DVDs when Mom and Grandpa were as young as they were in the video.

And Mom and Grandpa had been very close up until he passed away a few years ago.

Not to mention, Grandma Kaitlin was dad's mother, not hers. Why would a tape of her and her father be in Grandma Kaitlin's attic? And why did it feel like it had taken actual work on my part to remember that details? I could almost feel the heavy curtain in my mind, hiding certain memories from me.

She came a bit closer, laid a hand gently atop my head. "Sweetie, I know how hard that must have been for you to watch. But please understand that I had no choice."

It all sounded more or less like what the truth should have been. But it simply wasn't adding up. Not even a little. It was like she was sketching the outlines of the story I'd expect to hear if I hadn't started poking around at the curtain in my head. And maybe if I hadn't, that would have been enough.

Would I have preferred that?

Still, I nodded. I stood up, tears I didn't know I had the ability to produce on demand rolling down my cheeks.

We embraced, long and tight, without speaking another word about it.

#

As certain as I was that Mom's story was bullshit, I wasn't sure whether she herself believed it. And I had no reason to doubt that Dom and Todd had bought it.

So you can imagine my surprise when I came downstairs later that afternoon to find that, right there, in the living room, my two brothers were double-teaming the younger, slimmer, absurdly curvaceous version of our mother.

Todd sat on the coffee table, holding Mom's gorgeous black hair up while she knelt before him on all fours and bobbed up and down on his cock. Meanwhile, Dom knelt behind Mom. The hem of her loose sundress was bunched up above her waist, and Dom held her wide hips tight in he hands while he slammed his cock into her.

"Oh, shit," Todd said, looking up. He tapped the back of Mom's head and she let him slip from her mouth with a soft pop. For his part, Dom rammed it all home one more time then, still deep inside our mother, deep inside the very womb through which he'd entered this world, he turned to look at me.

"I'm sorry, honey. We thought you were taking a nap," Mom said. She made no sign to get up, or to indicate that Dom and Todd should give her room to do so.

What the hell kind of answer was that?

My cheeks flushed with rage. And indignation. And disgust. I should have been angry, yes. But not that they hadn't waited for me.

Still, the one reaction that trumped all the others was intense arousal. Even the anger and jealousy that they would have been glad to leave me out if I was in fact stuck at work all day or taking a nap or whatever was fading fast. "Forget it. I'm just going to join in, and that's the last any of us needs to say about it."

Todd laughed and, without giving her a chance to respond, grabbed Mom by the back of the head and guided his cock back inside her mouth. Her exceptionally full lips looked glorious wrapped around her son's dick.

Dom resumed pumping away furiously at our mother's pussy. Without looking at me, he said, "Almost done. You can take over in a sec."

True to his word, he shortly thereafter pulled out, pushed Mom's dress farther up her back, and jerked his cum onto her fat ass. The sight of those huge, shapely globes painted in her son's jizz was almost enough to get me off right there. I didn't even bother taking my clothes off before dropping to my knees for some sloppy seconds.

I eased my hard cock into my mother's wet snatch, gasping as I pushed past her tight entrance. There was no way a mother of four could be this tight.

I lasted all of two minutes before I too pulled out and added my own contribution to the pool of sticky cum on her ass. It was over so fast, I could hardly even have said what it felt like. Good. Damn good. Warm. Moist. That's about all I remembered.

After Mom swallowed every last drop of Todd's cum, she stood up, blushing, and told us she was just going to clean up and then she'd be back for more.

"Sorry, man. You were totally right," Todd said. "But seriously. You can't blame us for having been skeptical. I mean, this is pretty unreal. And apparently Brianna had us under a pretty damned good veil. I knew she was powerful, but damn."

"What?"

"Wait, are you being serious?" Dom asked. "You're not fucking with us, are you? Like as payback for thinking you were the first time?"

"No, seriously, what the fuck is Todd talking about?" I asked. Except I knew. I wasn't sure how I knew. But hadn't I already thought to myself that it felt like a heavy curtain had been draped over certain parts of my mind? Still, how did Todd know our cousin had done this to us? How was it that a few hours ago, everyone thought I was insane for seeing things that they now took completely for granted?

My brothers looked at one another incredulously then back at me. "I figured since you were the first to see through it, you'd be ahead of us in getting your memories back."

They explained to me who we were. It sounded ridiculous. I knew I had special powers that enabled me to live out my wildest fantasies. But the whole family?

But it was also entirely too ridiculous to make up. And it resonated on a certain level.

Like the first time I'd learned about imaginary numbers. It seemed laughable at first, but it explained too much, was entirely too useful a concept, to dismiss out of hand.

Fuck, what was wrong with me? Why hadn't I freaked out when I saw that horrible tableau unfolding before me? What had made me join in? And how could I be reacting so calmly to it, with a detached intellectual curiosity. Metaphors from math class? Really?

Because I'd already gone through all this. Already made my peace with what a sick fuck I was. Had already tortured myself as much as I was ever going to over it. My brothers were right. This was not the first time for any of us. It just felt that way because of Brianna.

When Mom came back, Dom immediately went over to her and slipped his hand around her waist. "Frank still doesn't remember," he said.

Mom looked at me apologetically. "Oh, baby. I just assumed...," she swallowed the rest of the thought. "Well, honey, the thing is, a little while after you and I talked, it all started coming back to me. I wasn't sure, and I was kind of afraid that if I said anything, you all would think I was crazy too, the way your brothers had thought that you were. But after a little tequila to calm my nerves, I decided to tell them that I was seeing things too, that it wasn't just you, and see if maybe that jogged something loose for them or something. And, well, apparently it did. Then, while I hate to sound so cliche, one thing led to another."

"Doesn't matter," I said. "It's true, I don't really remember, not entirely, but something seems to be registering. I'm sure it will all come back to me soon enough."

Todd threw a firm jab at my upper arm. "Always knew you were the slow one."

We all laughed at that. Then Mom slipped away from Dom and came over to me. She pulled my tank-top off. Her soft hands roamed over my body. The body that made the one I was used to seeing look pathetic, though most women found me desirable enough. The one that seemed like it couldn't have been real, but according to Todd and Dom, in fact was.

"Honestly, baby, I thought your memories were back. It never occurred to me that if you woke up and walked in on us, you'd think I was sharing something special with your brothers that I wouldn't share with you. I just assumed you'd jump right in."

I stared into my mother's big, brown eyes. Fuck, this new her was breathtaking. Only, it wasn't new, I had to remind myself. Just new to me. And even then, only because of this "veil" that Brianna had used to hide our memories. Whatever version of her this was, she was gorgeous. Her hair would itself have been enough to make me hard, if I hadn't already been. "It's really okay," I said.

Mom stood up on her tiptoes and planted a soft, hesitant kiss on my lips. Then ano--

I squeezed her tight and kissed her like the world depended on it. She squeaked as best she could with her lips trapped by mine, but an instant later threw herself into the kiss with enthusiasm that matched my own. I lifted one soft thigh up to my hip and slid my hand up her cool skin. How could her thighs be so full and yet entirely free of dimpling or cellulite?

As Mom and I tumbled onto the couch, Todd and Dom traded smart-ass remarks.

Or so I assumed.

I couldn't really hear. And didn't really care. I was just grateful that they gave me a few minutes alone with Mom.

But it was only a few minutes. As soon as Mom shuddered her way through a climax, her juices dripping over my sac, they leaped to rejoin the fray. I hadn't even had the chance to get off again myself. Was barely getting around to exploring all of her glorious curves.

Still, I wasn't going to complain. As I watched Mom settle onto Todd's lap, facing away from him and leaning forward to suck Dom off, my head started to spin. I threw my hands out to the sides, using the cushions of the couch to steady myself. I wasn't even standing, and I'd still felt like I was about to topple over. It seemed that Mom's orgasm, and the sexual energy I'd sapped from her in the process without even realizing I was doing it, had ripped a few new tears in Brie's veil.

It still seemed only half-real. I couldn't believe we were really supernatural sexual demons. Or gods and goddesses. Whatever we were. Beings with incredible powers, powers that were fueled by sexual energy we drained from our lovers in the throes of ecstasy. It was like some pathetic deranged person's warped fantasy.

But it was a damned nice fantasy. If that made me pathetic, so be it.

I tapped Dom on the shoulder and told him to make room. He huffed and looked like he was going to protest, but after a few seconds, finally pulled his thick slab of meat out of our mother's mouth. I shuffled over, taking his place. Running my fingers through Mom's silky hair, I smiled down at her and said, "You don't mind, right?"

By way of an answer, she engulfed me immediately.

Good lord, Mom knew how to give head. Her tongue was surprisingly nimble, her lips pillowy and soft, and her mouth delightfully warm.

Suddenly, I remembered that as good as Mom was, my cousin was much better. There was only so much a woman could do physically to improve upon Mom's technique. But Brianna didn't limit herself to physical stimulation. Neither did my mother, for that matter. But none of us had the raw supernatural power that Brianna did.

All the same, while this might not have been the best blowjob I'd ever experienced, it was close enough that I didn't last a minute.

The four of us went at it more or less non-stop, except for a brief break to nibble at frozen pizza, for the next several hours.

No one said anything about it, but apparently we'd all tacitly agreed that I deserved the most attention. Or maybe I wanted it the most, and Mom either didn't care or felt the same way about me. I don't know. But one way or another, hardly a few minutes went by where I wasn't inside one of my mother's orifices. In contrast, a good part of the time, either Dom or Todd stood back, watching and waiting for another turn at one of Mom's holes. Of course, more than once, Mom decided to go airtight. The woman just couldn't get enough cock. And damn if that was just about the hottest thing I ever saw.

At first, I'd worried that it would uncomfortable, or even painful, for her. But just as the three of us were able to keep fucking no matter how many loads of cum our balls pumped out, there seemed to be no such thing as too much for Mom. Or, at least, her limits were unlike any mortal woman's, even if she obviously did have some.

When our sister got home, we were still in the living room, fucking each other's brains out. Todd was in Mom's mouth and I was in her ass. Dom was standing off to the side, sweating like a pig, and drinking a glass of ice water.

Natalie shrieked. I thought in horror. But it was in excitement. She tore her clothes off faster than I thought humanly possible, snatched the water out of Dom's hand, placed it on the coffee table, and ordered her brother to sit down on the couch so she could ride him.

Todd abandoned us, a soft pop announcing his departure from our mother's mouth.

Twisting her head around to look back at me, Mom said, "And then there were two."

Which suited me just fucking fine.

I pulled Mom up from all fours and laid on my back atop the coffee table. Then my mother mounted me. I stared up at her, still more or less numb to it all. All that really registered was that the sexiest woman I'd ever laid eyes on, who just so happened to be my mother, was bouncing atop me. Her huge breasts jiggled like crazy even though they were trapped in the tight grip of my hands.

The five of us kept at it for a few more hours after that, even though no living person could possibly manage that level of exertion for that long. As more and more memories returned, I called upon my powers more and more, spicing things up.




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We all did.

By the time we were done, each of the women had been DP'd several times. They even fooled around with each other while the three guys watched, jerking ourselves furiously.

We alternated partners frequently, but both Todd and Dom tended to favor Natalie, while I favored Mom. Maybe they were a little bored with her, having spent several hours fucking her already before Nat got home.

I'll admit it was nice to take a break and fuck my sister every now and then too. But, for me, it was more or less only in the same way that it was nice to have some sorbet between courses to cleanse the palate.



Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 09



Homelands: Autumn
Part One
Chapter Nine

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You might want to read Chapters One through Eight first.

There isn't much sex in this chapter. It is, however, important to the plot. Those of you who are interested in the overall story might not want to skip this one. Besides, it's short. :)

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy. Supernatural forces play a prominent role throughout the novel.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.

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Now that more, perhaps most, of my memories had returned, I had an idea. With great effort, and several failed attempts, I transported myself to the Homelands. But not to the court. To a clearing in the middle of the woods, where a humble stone cottage with a thatched roof sat tucked far away from everything.

After a few minutes of gasping for air, I slouched up the slate walkway to the front door. With the back of my fist, I rapped against the door.

"Who is it?" a voice called.

"It's me, Grandma," I replied, raising my voice.

A minute later, the door opened. A woman stood in the doorway, wearing a simple sundress that fell halfway down her thighs.

She didn't look like any grandmother I'd ever known. Nor like most of our kind. Unlike the sexy versions of my mother and my aunts, this woman looked so little like the elderly woman I thought we'd buried recently that I wouldn't even have suspected they were supposed to be one and the same had I not known. Her hair, blonde with dark roots just like her daughter's, fell to her waist in a thick braid. There were a few hints of gray, but otherwise her hair was every bit as gorgeous as that of every other woman in the family. She had full-fledged crow's feet and laugh lines, but by and large her skin was as tight as that of a woman in her early twenties. In fact, if you didn't look closely enough, you might actually think she was younger than Cindy. There was a youthful air about her, a spry energy. And, most distinctively, a playful look on her face, a certain set to her thin red lips, like she was never more than a moment away from snickering at some private joke.

Her figure was lithe, her curves relatively modest. Though, given her frame, she was quite busty. On a taller or thicker woman, her endowment would not necessarily impress. But on her, they were ample enough for anyone who wasn't obsessed with huge tits.

Which, admittedly, I was. But even I found them fairly appealing. Certainly better than my cousin's modest endowment.

And the curves of her legs were subtle, but definitely nice. Her legs begged to be caressed.

Still, while she was definitely very attractive, I was a bit surprised that this was our former queen. I expected more from someone of that stature.

Grandma Kaitlin looked me up and down. Her hazel eyes hardly blinked. "Come in," she said at last, leading the way out to her back yard. "I should probably say something like, 'To what do I owe the pleasure?' But, honestly, I expected you'd show up sooner or later. I sort of hoped it would be later, for your sake, but no sense sending you away now."

I cleared my throat. "Nice to see you too."

She glanced at me, flashed a quick grin, then settled into a cushioned lawn chair. "Sorry. But you'll forgive me for assuming you're not here because of how badly you missed me."

I took the lounge chair beside her. "Well, let me ask you something. Are you satisfied with the job Brianna is doing? Does it bother you that you were succeeded by an Orwin?"

Another quick, bemused grin. Almost a sneer. "Right to business." Then, tone flat, she observed, "You're an Orwin yourself, last I checked."

Perhaps I should apologize. But she seemed more amused than offended anyway. "No more than I'm a Farrier," I said. "But that's not what I asked anyway."

Grandma looked me in the eye for several long seconds before shaking her head. "Best you don't worry about that. At least not yet."

"I almost bested her," I said, though I knew that wasn't quite true. Still, I felt that the fact that there had even been a glimmer of hope for me said a lot, since I'd only discovered who I was very recently, and Brianna must have been initiated nearly five years ago, when she'd first turned eighteen. "If she's stronger than me, the gap is only going to grow with time, now that she has the full resources of the throne at her disposal."

"True enough," Grandma said. "At least for now. But soon, she'll have picked all the low-hanging fruit, and her power will grow much more slowly. And you, my dear boy, are a rank novice. Which is not an insult. You've got serious raw power, and real potential, once you learn to use it. My point is just that you're at the part of your learning curve where progress will come very quickly, almost daily. What's the rush?"

"She's vulnerable now," I said.

"Maybe. None of you were very seasoned when I stepped down, including your cousin. I probably should have waited, for that reason, if I'd had the liberty to worry about such things. But, at any rate, you'd be surprised how powerful others have grown even when they more or less were exiled from the court."

I didn't reply.

Her face softened, the perma-sneer fading for a moment. "You've already come a ways, for someone so new to our ways. And, for the record, I'm impressed that you've returned here and searched me out so soon after her highness sent you back, no doubt under one helluva veil. That can't have been easy, and it shows how determined you are as well. I mean, I trust you know that you're already guilty of treason, just on the basis of this conversation?"

Again, I had nothing to say to that.

Grandma sighed. "Tell me, sweetie, how many have you Devoured?"

"Devoured?"

"That's what I thought," she said. "And have you had sex with a being, or while in the guise of a being, that was fundamentally non-human?"

"Fundamentally non-human? Like what, growing horns and a tail? Or, I don't know, a second cock? I could probably do that, if I tried hard enough. I'm sure I could, actually."

"That definitely ought to be one of the arrows in your quiver. But, actually, I meant a vampire, werewolf, or a centaur. You know, your more exotic fantasies." When I didn't reply, she sighed and said, "You've got an awful lot to learn, sugar."

"Teach me," I said.

"Not a chance," she said without a moment's hesitation.

I recoiled. "Just like that?"

She slapped my wrist. "Don't play that tender ego game with me. I know it would take a lot more than that to offend you."

I ran a finger gently across the back of her hand, brushed her thoughts, suggesting-

"Forget it," she said with a laugh. The sneer was back. "Don't take this the wrong way. I'm sure mortal women must just eat you up. But by the standards of this world, you're a cute pup, with oversized paws and everything." Her glance drifted between my legs. "Size isn't everything, you know. Don't get me wrong. Of course it matters. A lot. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Sometimes a girl wants nothing more than to feel stretched to her limits. Hence the a centaur thing. But no one likes a one-trick pony."

I let that sink in for a moment. "I think I get what you're saying."

"For one thing, mortals only have so many sex organs and erogenous zones."

"So I should, what, grow three dicks? I mean, where do you even-"

"Why would you assume she can only have two holes?"

I blushed.

"But that's not the point anyway. You see, sweetie, at its best, sex between two of our kind is only minimally reminiscent of sex between mortals, in that it involves more or less physical bodies intermingling in a dance that culminates in complete submission. Think bigger than just growing more of the same old parts."

"I see." I paused for a moment. "So what does it mean to Devour one of our kind?"

"You're not ready to know that," she said.

"I won't try it until I am."

"So long as I don't tell you, no, you won't," she said with a chuckle.

I couldn't decide if that distinctive semi-sneer was really condescending or really fucking cute. The more I looked at her, the more I thought the latter. In fact, there was something almost painfully attractive about her, as unconventional as her beauty was. And it had a lot to do with those lips, thin though they were.

She held up a hand to cut short my protest. "Don't bother swearing you won't. You might even believe that. But it's just not who you are. You've always been extremely curious. That's good, in a lot of ways. But also extremely dangerous. The less inquisitive among us may have the least fun, but they often live the longest."

"I get it," I said. "But can you at least tell me whether this Devouring business is why Jack and Mark don't have a father?"

"It is," she said. "Taking the throne is easy. Keeping it is not."

"I'm sorry," I said.

Grandma laughed heartily, hand draped over her bosom. "Why ever should you be? I knew what I was getting into. Much better than your cousin does. And I have very few regrets." She sipped her iced tea slowly. "Just two, in fact. A few minor qualms, not quite reservations or misgivings, but only two full-fledged regrets."

I raised an eyebrow. "So what are they?"

She wagged a finger at me. "Not for your virgin ears."

"I see." I drew a deep breath. It was clear where this was going.

"Well, it was nice to see you again, Grandma. For real this time, not just with our mortal masks on. But I guess I should get going."

She grabbed me by the wrists as I started to stand up. "Not yet." She licked her thin lips. As I felt her desire increasing, my own surged. She might not have been the best-looking woman in the family, but there was something about her that was intensely arousing. "I know I've been telling you how much you've got to learn, but as long as you came all this way, I can't just let you leave like that, without having a little fun."

For her, it must have felt a bit like fumbling about with a virgin.

But, for me, it was amazing.

I'd thought Brianna powerful. And compared to most of the rest of us, she was. But she couldn't hold a candle to Grandma. Better still, Grandma was not just blessed with lots of raw power, she knew how to use it. She showed me things I'd never imagined, even though I was sure she was holding back.

Inspired by some of her more exotic feats, I tried a few of my own. Starting, of course, with a second cock.



Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 10



Homelands: Autumn
Part One
Chapter Ten

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You might want to read Chapters One through Nine first.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy. Supernatural forces play a prominent role throughout the novel.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.

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I clicked on picture after picture, each steamier than the last. Why would Aunt Liz stay logged into her email account if this kind of thing was there, just waiting to be found?

In the two days I'd been staying with my aunt and uncle, I'd slowly started to suspect something wasn't right. Once or twice, when looking at Liz, I saw something other than a middle-aged housewife who tried to take care of herself but was still carrying some extra pounds. On those two occasions, I'd ever so briefly thought I was looking at a porn starlet. Her face looked more or less the way I suspected Aunt Liz might have if she wore more makeup, lost a few pounds, and was a decade or even two younger. Her skin should not be that fair, that tight, that free of all but the faintest imperfections and signs of aging. This woman also had a killer body. Her breasts were no smaller, yet much perkier. And her ass was also about the same size, much firmer, more heart-shaped, and sitting higher.

It was that same woman I found in the photographs, in a series of compromising positions. Okay, "compromising" was putting it mildly.

I heard the front door open and clicked away to another tab then minimized the browser before opening an automatic update window. The type of thing I was supposed to be doing. Being more tech-savy than my aunt and uncle, I had agreed to come visit them and help set up their new computer and design and launch a website for my uncle's business.

"Hey there. How's it going?" Aunt Liz asked, walking in. She wore a long overcoat, despite the South Carolina weather. Patent-leather heels and silk stockings peeked out from underneath. Her face flashed back and forth from the image I thought was the right one and the stunning beauty that I somehow knew was also Aunt Liz. She put her purse down. "Not staying. Just forgot something." She left her purse on the table and hurried up the stairs.

I shouldn't. But I did. In her purse, I found lube and an anal plug. And a hotel room key. I wrote down the name of the hotel and the room number.

Aunt Liz came back. The lump in one of the overcoat's large pockets looked like it was made by a pair of handcuffs. "Be back late. There's money for pizza on the counter."

"Okay. Have fun," I said.

Googling the hotel chain, I found only one locations within twenty five miles. I waited ten minutes then rushed to my car, tucking my raging hard on up into my waistband.

I sat in the car a few minutes, gathering my thoughts. Was I really about to go spy on my Aunt Liz while she had a sexual rendezvous? How was that any of my business?

It wasn't, of course. But that didn't mean I was about to pull out of the parking lot and drive back to her house, passing up a one of a kind opportunity.

So I got out of the car and went by the door to the room. Faint sounds drifted out. A bed squeaking. A woman moaning. A man grunting. Another woman's voice, though too garbled for me to make out what she was saying.

I went to the front desk and asked for a room. I hoped he gave me one close to theirs, but I was pretty sure it didn't matter, and I wasn't sure how I'd explain why that was important. Feeling a little guilty about it, but not wanting to leave a paper trail, I convinced him that I handed over a credit card without actually doing so.

Once inside the room, I wasted no time. I sat on the bed and focused on the sense of Aunt Liz. I'd done this before, when tracking down some old high school crushes. Never members of my own family, but it ought to work the same.

I'd only ever tried to get a sense of where they were at the moment though. Right now, I was attempting full blown clairvoyance.

Sure enough, a blurry image filled my mind a moment later.

A young blonde, barely legal and unable to fill out her halter top, sat on the edge of one bed. She stared with rapt attention at the scene unfolding on the other bed.

Aunt Liz was handcuffed to the headboard, lying on her stomach, with something shoved in her mouth. Something silk, maybe, to judge by the sheen. A huge black man knelt between her legs, pushing a cock as thick as a beer can into her pussy.

For a few brief moments, I watched. But I realized that however it was possible for me to spy on her, it took a lot out of me. I just gave myself another couple of moments to enjoy the way Liz's astounding ass tightened up each time the man thrust into her.

I dropped to the floor holding my head in my hands. It had been simple enough. But it was anything but easy. Like running a marathon. Just one step after another. Simple.

After I regained my energy, I gathered myself up and walked back to the car. Paying greater heed to the speed limit than I had on my way out here, I drove back to their house.

When I walked in, Uncle Jim asked me where I'd been. I told him I'd needed to go pick up some software, and while I was out, I got dinner. When he asked where the software was, I said they didn't have it in stock and I would have to order it off the internet. He made some cranky old person remark about how that always happened these days, and it was like the internet was making everything harder, which seemed to be more or less completely the wrong way of looking at it. No wonder Aunt Liz felt safe leaving her email account open.

Liz didn't come home all that late after all. Not as late as I'd expected anyway. Her eyes were half open, her lips curled in a perpetual grin, and her knees wobbly. Or maybe that was only one version of her. My uncle didn't seem to notice anything.

The three of us watched a movie. Like everything was as it should be.

But that wasn't really what I was watching. Instead, I was watching an infinite loop of the scene from the hotel room over and over in my mind.

It made me feel dirty, sick even. I should have been horrified. Not aroused. But damned if knowing that I shouldn't be did anything to change the fact that I was.

Liz's ass was round, wide, and was mostly comprised of thick muscle with just the right amount of soft padding. When her muscles tightened, her cheeks slapped together so fast, I was sure I'd have heard them clap if I was in the room. Her legs were relatively slender, but the thick ropes of muscle gave them nice curves. And even though she'd been lying on her back, just from the half-moon sticking out the side, I could tell she had fairly sizable breasts.

I stayed up late that night, masturbating repeatedly.

Aunt Liz, a schoolteacher, always got home fairly early in the afternoon. At least a few hours before Uncle Jim, who owned a consulting firm that specialized in civil engineering. Or some kind of engineering. I didn't really know. Or care.

"How's it all going?" Liz asked as she walked by Jim's home office the next day after she got home from work. She fiddled with her hoop earrings. Her sensible wool skirt came to her knees, and her thick sweater almost succeeded in hiding her charms. Despite the modest outfit, it was clear that this was the sexy version of her.

"Fine," I said. "Great, actually. Found some very interesting things online today."

She stopped, backtracked to the doorway, and stood there with one earring out and one still in. "What's that?"

I smiled at her. "Some pictures."

"That so?" She took the other earring out. "Of?"

I lowered my voice. "Take a guess."

She almost dropped the earrings. "Oh my god." Her skin drained of what little color it had to begin with. "I think I'm going to be sick."

"You should get yourself a drink."

"I--you can't-" she bent down, took one heel off, then the other, and padded into the kitchen. When she returned, she had a glass of white wine in one hand, the bottle in the other. "What do you want? You wouldn't be telling me if you planned on showing your uncle. Money? You know we're broke. I could sell my car, but it's not worth much."

"I don't want your money," I said.

Her shoulders heaved as she sobbed. "Well, what then? I don't have anything!"

I didn't reply.

"You can't be serious." She stared at me, brown eyes wide. Then she burst out laughing, her breasts shaking. "My god. You're sick. I can't believe your my sister's son."

"Aren't you going to tell me to get the hell out of your house?"

She breathed heavily, cheeks flushed. "Yes."

"Sounds like you really mean it. And if I don't?"

She finished her glass of wine in one big gulp, then topped it off. "I can't believe you're blackmailing me. We're related by blood. Why do you even want to?"

I stood up, walked over to her, took the bottle from her small hands, and drank deeply. "Look, Aunt Liz, I don't actually care about what you did. None of my business. I didn't make copies of the pictures. Delete them if you want. As far as I'm concerned, it never happened. I wanted to get your attention, yes, but I'm absolutely not blackmailing you." I placed a hand on the swell of one of her hips. I was proud that the movement was swift, confident, without any hesitation. If I betrayed how nervous I was, this might play out quite differently. But if I could come across as confident and in complete control, I was sure that this would end precisely as I wanted. She was pretending not to want this. But if she really didn't, she'd have reacted quite differently already.

My aunt looked down at my hand. I met her eyes. She showed no reaction.

"I'm not threatening you with anything. Cover it up, live your lie, and I won't even say a word of it to you again, let alone Uncle Jim." I pulled her a little closer. Her hand went towards her hip. For a moment, I thought she was going to lift my hand away. But when she laid her hand over mine, she did so tenderly.

"All I'll say is that I saw something I didn't expect to see in those pictures, and that's why I'd want to. You positively exude sexuality." I paused for a moment. "But even so, I only want it if you do too."

"And, what, because you said my pictures were hot, I'm supposed to suddenly melt and throw myself at you? At my own nephew?" Despite her words, she actually inched closer to me, craning her neck to stare up at me. Her mouth opened slightly, her deliciously full lips flirting with the idea of puckering up for a kiss.

Even if the body language didn't say it all, I knew she wanted me. I couldn't explain it, but I sensed something awaken inside her. No, not awaken. But swell, at least.

I poured her more wine. "Tell me something."

"What's that?" She pressed against my chest with just enough pressure that you could almost say that she was trying to push me away. Almost.

"Why aren't you shaking?"

Her voice dropped. "Fuck you." Her legs inched apart. The roll of her hip under my hand made my cock twitch. "You don't know what you're talking about."

I leaned closer, made like I was going to kiss her. Her eyes closed. I stepped back. "No, of course not. You're clearly outraged," I said.

She opened her eyes and threw the wine glass she'd all but forgotten against the wall.

"I'll be in my room," I said.

Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at my door. I honestly thought it would have been sooner. Suppressing a smile, I opened the door without a word.

Aunt Liz stood there holding a fresh bottle of wine and two glasses. She wore a white bra with floral print and a matching skirt that was so short that it basically only covered her hips and her pubic mound, leaving me to guess whether she was shaved bald. Pink pumps adorned her cute little feet.

"You're an asshole, you know that? I don't even know why I'm here."

I slipped an arm around her waist. Not only didn't she resist, she leaned into me, holding her breath. "I think you do know. And that's quite a mouth you have."

"You've never heard a grown woman curse?"

"I didn't mean your language. I meant those lips."

She blushed. And licked her lips.

"Anyway, what took you so long?" I asked.

"Had to make a phone call," she said.

"Contesting charges on your credit-card bill?"

"Inviting a friend over," she whispered.

"That so?"

"You don't mind, do you?" Aunt Liz leaned in closer, her breasts pushing up against me. "Or are you going to insist on having me to yourself?"

"Just don't try to turn me into a spectator."

"Not to worry." She tapped the head of my cock. "I promise that won't happen."

"Good."

She licked her overfull upper lip again, though it still glistened from the last coat. "Ever been at the center of a threesome before?"

"Yes," I said. "And I've usually been disappointed."

Her fingers brushed the very tip of my head ever so lightly. The faintest graze, really. "I must not have been one of the women," she said.

I let the hand on her waist slide down to her ass. Fuck, it was nice. A little soft, with nice give to it when I squeezed, but underneath, a solid layer of steel. "True enough," I replied. Though in the back of my mind, a thought buzzed, protesting my answer.

"Don't get me wrong. I like pussy. Quite a bit. But I love cock. And though it should disgust me, something about fucking my nephew has got me absolutely sopping wet."

"Could that something be this?" I said, placing my free hand on hers and guiding it back to my thick cock.

"Might have a little something to do with it, my Master of Subtlety."

"And your friend? Does she like men too?" I asked, ignoring her comment.

"Oh, yes," Aunt Liz said. "Don't worry about that." She gave my dick a solid squeeze. Her hands were so small, and I'd somehow made my dick grow so large, the effect was almost comical. "But I'm not sure she can handle this thing. She's very small. You're going to have a hard time getting it in her vag, and you certainly won't be able to put it in her ass. But, lucky for you, I'm pretty sure I can handle it. In either hole. And I just love anal. And not in the way that some women claim to love it just to get men excited."

"We'll see what we can do about that," I said. "As for your friend, I'm surprisingly flexible. Should be able to work something out."

Aunt Liz laughed, slowly stroking my python. "I hope so, for her sake as much as yours. But I'm telling you, she's insanely tight. I tried fisting her once, and I thought she was going to kick my head clear off my shoulders. Which, for most men, wouldn't mean a thing. But in your case, I think that says it all."

"And yet you want me in your ass."

"Desperately. Fingered myself thinking about it while I was on the phone with Jane."

"How'd you know how big I am?" I asked. "Been doing some spying of your own?"

She laughed. "You were pretty hard earlier. When you stood up, I almost fell over."

"'Think you can swallow the whole thing? Bury your nose in my pubes?"

"Damned if I won't try my hardest," she said.

Finally, I leaned in and kissed those oversized, impossibly soft lips. I'd almost forgotten the pleasure of a simple kiss. But with her mouth, it would be hard to overlook.

After some tonsil-hockey, I hooked a finger inside the front of her bra, started to pull it down, hoping to free her breasts. But she grabbed my hand by the wrist. Her grip was surprisingly firm given how small her hands were. "Let's wait for Jane."

I nodded. At least she didn't have a problem with making out while we waited. I wasn't far from busting a nut, just from the touch of her lips, when we finally heard creaking on the stairs. I stepped back from Aunt Liz, summoning a pair of loose shorts. Having enhanced my modest piece to such a massive size, there still wouldn't be any real mystery for Jane on that front. But this would help prove we hadn't started the party without her.

Jane topped the stairs, entered the loft apartment. She wore jeans that were obviously supposed to be tight, and did in fact hug her hips, but still hung loose even over her thighs, and a tiny T-shirt with a kitty's face plastered on it in sequins. Her face was cute, with her little button nose and bright eyes, but the almost complete absence of any feminine curves was not doing it for me. I hadn't gotten a great look at her earlier, being a little too focused on my aunt, but my initial impression held up unfortunately well.

Liz introduced me to Jane. Her voice was bubbly, high-pitched.

I wondered why, if Aunt Liz was going to take a female lover, she'd choose this tiny little thing. But as we all started to undress and intermittently kiss and fondle one another, I started to get a better idea. For one thing, Jane was confident and open-minded, not the least bit uncomfortable in her skin or shy about sharing her body with us.

And she doted on Liz. Adored her really. It was like she couldn't do more than pretend to enjoy herself if she couldn't be sure that she was satisfying Liz. She needed for Liz to need her. I could see how that'd be intoxicating.

Still, Liz wasn't lying about how insanely tight she was. I had trouble getting more than one finger inside her while I ate her pussy. At least at first. Some men would find that appealing. It certainly wasn't as if I preferred my women loose. But this was almost hard to work with. I'd have to let my cock shrink a good deal to get inside her pussy.

All the same, I had to confess that I enjoyed the way her eyes looked like they might pop out of their sockets when I took my shorts off. The simple, naked desire I saw in her eyes was powerfully exciting.

The body she had hidden under that outfit was pretty much exactly what I expected. Her breasts were close to non-existent. Her pink nipples were puffy and prominent, but that was all that could be said for her chest. While technically, I realized that she had an ass, it almost looked like someone had found a woman who had one and cut it off. It wasn't just that I preferred them big and round, which I did. Though it was a very different type of appeal, I'd seen women with small yet tight, firm asses. The kind where the cheeks didn't touch unless she forced them to, but still, the two little half-orbs demanded a certain respect. Jane's ass didn't even look like that. Just flat and shapeless.

But all the same, she was so open and selfless a lover, it was hard not to start to see her differently after we fell into a messy tangle of flesh atop the bed. Watching her do everything she could to satisfy Liz orally, I found myself wanting her to want my approval as badly as she obviously wanted Liz's. When she then did in fact do the same for me, I was quite pleased with the result, even though it was clear that I did not occupy the same status as Liz in her mind. I had to gradually shrink my cock closer to normal size, in order to allow her to get it inside her mouth. But once I did, I found her efforts quite gratifying. Not as enjoyable as Liz's, to be sure. But if she had Liz's lips, there'd almost be no contest.

Almost. Liz was damned good herself.

At some point, my memories percolated up towards the surface of my consciousness. This was not the first time I'd had sex with the incredible goddess that was my Aunt Liz. Nor was it even the first time I'd had a threesome with her.

I'd shared her with both Mom and Cindy.

Other things returned to me. A conversation with Grandma. Things I knew I needed to master if I was ever to be a serious player. Extra sex organs. More exotic transformations.

Jane lay on her back, her legs open wide. Liz was on her knees, attacking Jane's clit. I knelt behind my aunt, grew a second penis, and then filled both of Liz's holes at the same time. She moaned approvingly.

But I did so much more than that. One arm grew comically long, and I used it to reach up and play with the tiny blonde's stiff nipples.




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My other arm ended in something that did not even resemble a hand. I slipped one of the two amorphous protrusions inside Jane's ass. It pulsed slowly. The other filled her vagina, and sprouted tiny nubs. I rotated it, massaging her insides, especially her G-spot.

As if the effort of maintaining a second penis and reshaping my hands into unreal sexual instruments were not enough, I also poured energy into suppressing their climaxes. I let their ecstasy build, carry them in the natural direction, but did not let them quite reach their destination. Each woman experienced a series of miniature orgasms, too small to really dissipate the rapidly growing tension. Just sufficient to keep them from feeling as though they were unable to enjoy the overwhelming stimulation they were receiving. This lasted for at least twenty minutes before I finally let them explode.

Both Jane and Aunt Liz immediately ejaculated, their bodies spasming uncontrollably, as the raging river of pleasure I poured into them finally overflowed the banks.

Most of the excess flowed right into me. I almost choked as I drank in all the energy I was drawing away from them.

They needed a while to recover, but were far from satiated. Jane didn't last much longer though. She bid us good night, smiling ear to ear.

Aunt Liz and I showered, exploring each other's bodies as if we hadn't just done precisely that. I stood behind her, gripping her ass with one hand, a heavy breast with another, my head cupped in the space between her neck and her shoulder.

"How did you do those things?" she asked.

"Magic," I said.

"That's basically the truth, isn't it?"

"More or less," I said.

"We're not human, are we? Either of us?"

I nibbled her ear. "Not so far as I can tell."

"Neither is my sister. Or your father. I married a mortal, but my sister didn't. So both sides of your family come from that other world."

"Yes."

"My Brianna doesn't have the same blood you do."

"I guess not," I said. "But that doesn't seem to be holding her back."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

I planted a few more kisses on her neck. I felt her shudder. "Nothing."

"I don't know how I know these things. I can do things like you did though."

"I would imagine so."

Her breasts grew, and suddenly my hand felt inadequate to the task of holding them.

Liz twisted her neck, turning her head around, and kissed me deeply. After what felt like several minutes, she broke the kiss. "I'm not your first, am I?"

"No, but the truth is, I have no idea when or how it all started."

"So you've fucked your mother. My sister."

"Many times."

"I should be disgusted by that."

"But you're not," I said, moving the hand that had cupped the swell of her ass to hold the other of her now engorged breasts. "Are you?"

"No," she said. "It actually turns me on to think about the two of you going at it."

I worked her nipples more and more vigorously. "You'd like to join us, wouldn't you?" Apparently she didn't remember that she'd already done just that.

She moaned. "Fuck, yes. Is that gross? That I want to slurp my sister's juices, taste her cum? Want to look down between my legs and see her head buried between them?"

"It's no more perverted than what we're doing now," I said.

"Maybe not. And I guess I don't even care that I usually prefer my women to be trim. But the last time I pulled Ellen's hair, it wasn't in the throes of an orgasm."

"Are you sure about that?"

She laughed. "Okay, maybe not."

"How about after this, we go refresh your memory?"

"I'd like that," she said. "I'd like that a lot."

I took one hand away from her amazing breasts and guided my thick cock into her warm folds. She gasped as the head spread her lips wide.

"Oh, god, that's so perfect. It's almost too big. But only almost."

My hands took hold of her humongous breasts once more. "Same with these."

"I always wished they were bigger. I don't know why. Most of my friends had smaller breasts than me. I guess I was just jealous of Ellen."

"You shouldn't be. You're gorgeous."

"You don't think your mother...oh fuck yes, harder baby...don't think your mother-"

"She turns me on, yes. I have a serious thing for her, actually. No sense denying it. Always have. Probably exactly because she's my mother. But on some level, I can't help but think that I should look at her and say to myself, 'That's too much.' I know most men do. I can't imagine anyone having any complaints about your figure though."

Liz pushed her hips back to meet mine, her timing perfect. Her ass shook delightfully with each smack against my thighs. "Enough smooth-talking. Just fuck the hell out of me."

I freed one hand, slapped her huge ass. "Fixin' to."

We went a few more rounds, pouring everything we had into pleasuring each other. She was positively insatiable. And the things she could do with her mouth defied words. She experimented with the limits of her power, wrapping herself around me in impossible ways.

Eventually we decided we'd better go and see if Uncle Jim was home. Well, there wasn't much doubt of that, given how late it had gotten. It'd be more accurate to say we finally realized that he would start to worry sooner or later, and the range of stories we could expect him to believe got smaller and smaller the later the hour.

Yet even knowing this, as we went down the stairs to the garage and across to the house, I kept thinking about grabbing Aunt Liz, taking her back to my room, and fucking the hell out of her one more time. Watching her hips roll from side to side, her ass cheeks tightening and jutting out from her body so nicely with each step, and knowing that I wouldn't have another chance to be inside her until tomorrow, was quite painful.

We walked into the living room to find Uncle Jim stark naked and passed out on one of the black leather sofas. His mouth was open, tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth.

"Does he do this often?" I asked Aunt Liz, who had let go of her imitation of my mother's figure. Not that there was anything wrong with hers.

She started to shake her head, then whipped it around at the sound of someone opening the refrigerator door in the kitchen. "Who's that?" she asked.

"Oh, hi, Mom," Brianna called from behind us. How had we not noticed her? "I thought I'd drop by and see how you two were doing."

My cousin walked into the living room, eating a bowl of cereal. She wore red silk panties, a matching bra, and nothing else.

Her skin was glowing. I remembered what that meant, even if Liz didn't.

She gave me a quick smile. "Didn't know you were here, Frank. How're you?" She pointed the spoon in her hand down at the big wooden bowl. "Forgive me for not hugging."

I couldn't be sure if I was supposed to be surprised that she was practically naked, and that her father was. After all, as I was just noticing, the air reeked of sex.

Brianna didn't have the type of figure I preferred. Her thighs weren't much thicker at any point than they were at the knees. Though, on the other hand, they did look like they went on forever, even though she was shorter than her mother, who was not the tallest woman to begin with. Whether that was because she was so thin or because she was actually shaped differently than should have been possible, I couldn't have said. It wasn't exactly unheard of in our family anyway. But she really was damned skinny.

Well, that wasn't quite fair.

Jane was skin and bones, yes. Briannna was thin, without question, but if not for my preference for voluptuous women, I would never have considered describing her the same way I would Jane. The truth was that, while her breasts were much smaller than her mother's, considering how thin she was, they reasonably proportional. And I wasn't giving her legs enough credit. Her thighs had a little something to them. I also had to admit she had nice hips. I couldn't tell from this angle, but I thought I remembered having noticed before that she had a surprisingly well-shaped ass. Small, but hard and round.

No, her body was not ideal in my eyes. But it was still quite appealing.

And there was nothing critical you could say about her face.

Even guys who didn't dig redheads thought Brianna was gorgeous. Her skin was almost as white as her teeth, which themselves made most people's look brown in comparison. But despite that, she didn't have a freckle on her. Her lips were not as full as her mother's, but they had a delightful shape to them, with the center part of her upper lip standing out prominently. It wasn't the sort of mouth where the upper lip was thick, larger than the bottom lip, but the kind that looked like three circles, one above the other two. Her eyes were large, and her irises bright green with tiny flecks of brown and gold. Her lashes were long, thick, and heavily curled. An exquisite measure of kohl framed her lids, further accentuating how fair her complexion was. As did her moderately thick red-brown eyebrows. She wore her hair short, pixie-like. Her nose was slender, pointy, and had a diamond-stud in one nostril. Her cheekbones were prominent, her jaw delicate.

"Brie, honey, do you know why your father is naked?" Aunt Liz asked.

Brianna held up a finger to tell us to wait a second while she finished chewing her mouthful of cereal. After she swallowed, she said, "Because I just got done fucking him."

Aunt Liz's mouth fell open. Had she already forgotten what we were?

Brianna dropped the spoon in the bowl, planted one small fist on a hip. "Don't even think you can try to guilt-trip me. You think I don't know where the two of you have been? Didn't see the weakness in your knees, the glow to his skin, the smile on your faces?"

"What? We didn-," Aunt Liz stammered. "Don't be...that's ab-"

I shrugged. "Yeah, okay. That's true. And her friend Jane joined us for a little while."

Aunt Liz stared at me. She was obviously going for reproachful, but on another level of reality, I was bathing in the warmth of her desire.

"What? She's obviously not buying it. And why should we be ashamed?"

Brianna jabbed her head sharply in an approving nod. "There you go. How was she?"

"Pretty amazing," I said. "Those lips are every bit as wonderful as you would imagine."

Brianna ran a finger over the gentle swell of her breasts. "Mmm. I bet. I just love a woman who understands that the mouth is the most powerful of all sex organs."

I stepped closer to Aunt Liz, took her hand in mine. She made a token gesture of trying to pull it away, but there was no real effort behind it.

Still holding her hand, I came around behind her, kissed her neck softly. I guided her hand between my legs. She started to pull away. All I did was tap her elbow and she abandoned course. A moment later, she gripped my penis through my shorts.

"I think your mother is only pretending to not be interested." Then, to Liz, I whispered, "Shh. It's okay. It's not like there's any pretext of normality left to save."

Brianna licked her lips slowly, then placed the wooden bowl on the large marble coffee table. "Okay, here's the deal, Mom. I'm aching to get off. Again. I'd like to feel your soft lips brushing against my moist folds. You can either tell us that you want to take part, or Frank and I will go elsewhere to have some fun without you."

Liz gave my cock a few excited jerks. I could feel her pulse racing.

"That's it," I said. "You know you want to."

"Fuck. Okay, yes, I want to fuck you, Brianna. I want to fuck my own daughter, and watch my nephew shove his gigantic cock into your tiny little snatch, watch him spread you wide like he did me. I want to see if you can fit his massive slab of meat all the way in your mouth, down your throat. And yes, I want to eat your pussy and taste your cum."

I had her bra opened and was pulling the cups away from her full breasts before she finished saying that. Her nipples were rock hard.

"Well, that's more like it," Brianna said, slipping her fingers inside the waistband of her panties. "I was hoping you'd come around."

I went to my knees, held Liz's hips in my hands, and pulled her panties off with my teeth, pausing for a second to leave light teeth marks in one of her ass cheeks.

While I was still on my knees, Brianna came over and began to play with her mother's breasts. Aunt Liz's head rolled back and she sighed contentedly. She cupped her daughter's face to her breast with one hand on the back of the younger woman's head. I gently forced her legs apart, gripped her thighs tightly, and did my best to pleasure her orally.

"This is too much. I can't take this standing up," Liz said, one hand on the back of my head, and one on Brianna's.

We moved as one to the coffee table, laying Liz on her back, and resumed.

After a while, Brianna told me it was her turn to taste her mother's pussy.

I straddled Liz's chest, pushing her breasts together around my cock. She leaned down and sucked on the thick mushroom-head. But she didn't put much effort into it. Whatever Brianna was doing between Liz's legs, it was apparently quite overwhelming.

After Liz came, she told Brianna to take her place so that she could return the favor. Judging by how quickly Brie's eyes rolled back in her head, Liz was every bit as good at eating pussy as her daughter was. I didn't bother trying to get Brianna to blow me. Instead, I circled around behind Liz and lubed up both her asshole and my cock.

"Mm, okay, but slowly," she said between mouthfuls of her daughter's pussy.

Per her request, I went slowly as I worked a shortened, tapered cock inside my aunt's ass. Even after I felt her sphincter relax, I didn't work up too much of a pace. I wanted to make sure I didn't distract her too much, lest she fail to satisfy Brianna properly.

But once I heard Brianna announce that she was cumming, I immediately picked up the pace, slamming into Liz's ass full force. I suspected it was the surprise of the change in tempo more than anything that brought her over the finish line. She grabbed the edges of the coffee table, her sphincter spasming around my cock, as a climax overtook her.

Then my cousin came and knelt beside me, and the moment I pulled my cock from her mother's ass, she dropped down and took it in her mouth. As she spit polished it, I enhanced its size once more. Her eyes went wide, but she didn't take it out of her mouth.

Slowly, I worked my way onto my back, lying on the floor, making it easier for Brianna to work. She fingered her clit with one hand and ran the other over my abs while she blew me. Her lips were not as magical as her mother's, but fuck, did she have talent.

Liz knelt behind Brianna, tucking a lock of sweat-dampened black hair behind her ear while she caught her breath. "Does she have you all the way inside her mouth?" she asked, meeting my gaze over her daughter's back. I nodded. "That's my girl," she said with a smile, then picked up where she'd left off with Brianna's tight pussy lips.

After an eternity of almost unbearable pleasure, I finally shot what felt like several loads of hot jizz into the back of my cousin's throat. Around the same time, Brianna experienced another climax of her own, and her attempts to moan in pleasure as she did had a wonderful effect. She swallowed every drop of what must have been damn near a pint of jizz.

The three of us stood up, Brie and I breathing heavily.

"So do you think you can fit that monster in your snatch?" Liz said. "I can't wait to see it sliding in and out of your glistening folds."

"I'm sure I can," Brianna said. "But I'm afraid I want to take him off somewhere more private after all. Sorry, Mom. But I'll come back to spend some time with you too."

Then Brianna took my hand and we stepped across worlds.

We were in a white gazebo, with large, cushioned benches, overlooking a lake. Absurdly large butterflies flitted through the air. The sun was low in the sky, casting warm rays onto us. The lake was lined with trees, their foliage bright and multi-colored. Except it was late August, not mid-October. Or I thought it was.

Brianna pushed me down onto one of the benches. Her outfit had changed. She now wore white stockings that stopped just above her knees, black heels, and a gauzy black skirt that you could see right through, in addition to the red panties and bra she'd had on earlier.

I stared up at her dumbly as she started to dance. Her movements were slow at first, hypnotic. Every so often, she'd throw in a fast snap of her hips, a quick shake of her ass. Gradually, her pace quickened, until she was rippling her ass in a way I would not have thought possible. Her arms snaked through the air, flowed over her body, pushed her breasts together, stretched out towards me as if beckoning me to her though I somehow knew I should not interrupt the performance. I could not get over the way she moved her hips and her ass. I would have sworn it took more meat than she had to pull off those moves so effectively. At one point, she planted her hands on the bench opposite me, threw her legs up to either side of me, and, holding herself up off the ground, shook her ass in my direction, pumping it through the air, before hopping back to her feet.

Unable to stand it any longer, I pulled my dick out and started stroking it.

Brianna smiled at me. "So I'm guessing you'd love to know if I was telling the truth when I told my Mom I can fit all of that thing inside me?" she asked. As she did, she popped her hips back and reached around to slap one of her ass cheeks.

"Certainly love to see you try."

"You'd be surprised," she said, "at the things I've fit inside me."

"That so," I asked.

"Speaking of which, do you mind if I invite a friend? No offense intended, but I'm such a filthy slut I kind of get bored with just one dick inside me."

I started to tell her that wasn't a problem for me, that I could accommodate her on that front well enough by myself. But I didn't. "Sure," I said. "Whatever gets you off."

She sat in my lap, facing away, grinding the crack of her ass against my throbbing cock. Leaning to the side to let me stare down her shoulder at her breasts, Brianna reached up and grabbed the back of my neck. She then guided one of my hands to her hip. "That's what I like to hear. But careful what you say. You have no idea what gets me off."

"I'll keep an open mind," I said.

"Good idea," she said. "You might learn a thing or two."

"I'm sure you can teach more more than a thing or two."

She chuckled as she climbed out of my lap and back onto her makeshift dance floor.

I kept stroking my cock. It was almost the size of my forearm at the moment.

Brianna stripped her joke of a skirt off, used it to floss her ass cheeks, then threw it around my neck. Soon, she pushed her panties to the side, slipped her fingers inside her vag. They came away glistening, and she presented them to me.

Her juice was salty and sweet. That hint of cherries was exquisite.

She slipped away again. Wriggling her hips, she shimmied out of her panties and tossed them at me. There was a tiny triangle shaped tuft of red hair above her gorgeous slit.

Her bra came next. I realized that most guys wouldn't have this problem, but I couldn't help wishing her breasts were bigger. They bounced around vigorously as she danced. Probably a big A, if not a small B. A world of difference compared to Jane, to be sure, even if well shy of either of our mothers. And her round hard nipples, so dark pink they were almost brown, were absolutely gorgeous.

I'd lost track of how aroused I was, and before I knew it, I was cumming. I kept stroking furiously, tossing my jizz onto Brianna. She laughed, rubbed it into her skin as if it was lotion. Though she did lift one sticky rope up and lick it from her finger.

A moment later, the cum was gone.




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Going to her knees, she crawled over to me. "Hope there's more where that came from."

"I imagine there is," I said. "Why don't you find out."

She smiled, engulfed my mushroomhead in her warm mouth. It didn't take her more than a few seconds to prove there was indeed plenty more where that came from.

I couldn't believe it. It didn't feel like it was over in a few seconds, but it was. For the few moments that Brianna had her mouth over the head of my cock, swirling her tongue across the sensitive skin underneath the helmet, purest ecstasy overwhelmed me. Nothing she did physically could explain it. Brianna looked up at me, green eyes unblinking, as her throat opened to welcome my hot spunk.

I was afraid that was all I was going to get. But she kept going. I lasted longer this time. Maybe she wasn't working as hard metaphysically to wear me down. Yet while I lasted longer, I still didn't last as long as I wished I could. If it were up to me, that blowjob would last forever. Part of me was dimly aware that the fact that I'd apparently grossly overestimated the difference in power and talent between her and Grandma, which should have frightened me. But just at the moment, all I could do was whimper.

When I finally looked up after cumming yet again, I noticed we were no longer alone.

For some reason, I had expected that the friend of which she'd spoken would be huge and chiseled. I'd been right about the latter. But he was short, only a few inches taller than Brianna. He was a good deal shorter than I currently was, but only a few inches shorter than I'd have been if I hadn't made a point of growing taller back at Aunt Liz's. He had a figure more like a male gymnast than a bodybuilder, with a tiny waist but arms at least as large as mine, if not larger. His head was shaved bald, as was every part of his body.

He held his dick in his hands, pointing it towards Brianna. It was probably about the same size as mine. Brianna would need four hands to cover him, same as me. But the difference between us in terms of the overall size of our bodies made his seem larger than it was. If I pointed myself downwards, my dick wouldn't reach my knees, though it would come close. It was also much thinner than my powerful thighs. His looked more like a third leg. Not quite, obviously, but it seemed incredibly oversized on his small frame.

As Brianna went to town with her mouth, he ran his fingers through her spiky red-brown hair, his eyes closed. I couldn't understand how he was lasting so long.

With a shake of the head, I decided not to worry about the many ways in which I was inferior to this man. I knelt behind Brianna, spread her tight cheeks with my hands, and started to lick her crack and her lips. I focused as hard as I could on making my tongue do things that no tongue could actually do, and on making her more sensitive to the pleasures I was visiting upon her. I licked both her holes at the same time. Tongue-fucked her, licked the back of her womb, and lapped at her spongy G-spot.

I'd only just added my fingers to the mix when her hips started spasming and her sweet cum leaking over my mouth. I kept going. She must have got her guard back up, but it only helped her a little. I got her off several times in rapid succession.

Energy coursed through me. And now I understood what was happening, as memories I hadn't even realized were hidden from me returned.

My excitement became fear.

Brianna stood up, placed a heel on my shoulder with enough pressure to cause my skin to dimple, but not to cause any real pain. "So. It's starting to come back."

Jaryd laughed. "Is this how you run your court?"

She glanced over her shoulder at him and he held his tongue.

The heel returned to the floor. With one slender hand cupped under my chin, Brianna guided me to my feet. Half a foot shorter than me, she somehow towered over me. "I'm tired of people thinking I'm weak, trying to push me off the throne I only just acquired. I'm going to make an example of you." She turned to Jaryd. "And you."

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "N-no, you're not. I won't let you. Look," I held my limp dick up for her inspection. "I'm not even aroused anymore."

She laughed. "That won't take a second to fix." She turned her back to me and climbed into Jaryd's lap, holding his dick in one hand pointed at her entrance. "For now, you can just sit there and watch. But don't you dare go anywhere, unless you want to die."

"You're going to kill me anyway," I said.

"No," she said. "I'm not."

"You should," Jaryd said. "He's a threat."

She laid a finger over his lips. "As are you. And you, I don't plan on sparing. But see, Frank, he's got no idea what he's doing. Like a cat with a ball of yarn. And not much more dangerous. You, my dear, you've been playing me for a fool."

Part of me wished I knew the story behind that remark. But mostly, I was glad not to. I obviously wasn't ready to live in Brianna's world.

With that, she sat down on his massive cock, taking it in as if it were a tiny little thing.

Not a moment later, he was gone.

I couldn't have said where he went. One moment, my cousin was bouncing up and down on his dick, the next he'd ceased to exist.

Brianna's skin was brighter than the sun's dying rays.

"Holy shit," I said, falling to my knees. "Don't do that to me. Please. I'm sorry. I won't even think about challenging you again. I swear!"

"I know you won't," she said. "And don't worry, I wasn't lying. I'm not going to Devour you. I'm just going to have a grand ol' time fucking with your head. Burying your knowledge of who you are and what you're capable of so deep that it will be months before you put it all back together. You'll be fine. By the time you've cleared away the mess I'm going to leave inside your mind, I'll have consolidated my power, and that's all I care about for now. Though I do want you to know that I'm not sparing you because I'm nice. It's just that I can't bring myself to destroy a member of my own family. Not yet. But one day real soon, I'll pop that cherry. When you get your memories back, keep that in mind."

I almost sobbed. "Thank you," I said.

"You'll be thanking me soon enough," she said, climbing into my lap. "Because lucky for you, I'm in the mood to have some fun. Behave yourself, and I'll go easy on you."



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Part One

Chapter Eleven

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You might want to read Chapters One through Ten first.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy. Supernatural forces play a prominent role throughout the novel.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.

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I looked up from my computer screen as Tara, the Executive Manager, walked by. Suddenly, filing tax returns was the farthest thing from my mind. She wore a khaki skirt that, despite reaching almost to her knees and in that sense being nominally professional, also tightly hugged her hips and round ass. Her black blouse had only one button open, but was also absurdly tight. It did nothing to hide the way her full breasts bounced as she walked.

Jack, the one attorney on the payroll, looked over at me from the opposite cubicle. "Only good thing about working here," he said. "Even the management is smoking hot. If only they wore the same outfits the models did."

I lowered my voice. "You said it, man."

The three models, Brianna, Natalie and Skye, were all amazing. And, as Jack said, the management types were no harder on the eyes. Besides Tara, there was Iva, the VP of Design; the Senior Vice President, Ellen, who was a VP only in the sense that she was married to the President and liked to feel involved; and Cindy, the administrative assistant, who really ran the place.

The women came in a decent variety of shapes and sizes, though all were attractive enough. There were younger women and more mature ones. There were brunettes, blondes, and redheads. Most of the women were breathtakingly pale. Some guys weren't into that, but it really did it for me. But some were not fair-skinned. Natalie often tanned, and Skye was half-black. Some were short, most average height, and Skye was pretty tall. Some were very thin. Some were top-heavy. Some had great lower bodies. A few even had the full package.

All in all, going to work provided plenty to fantasize about. But I couldn't fully agree with Jack that this was the best thing about working there. It was almost impossible to get work done with that bevy of beauties parading around the office.

"Too bad she's also a raging bitch though," Jack said, still referring to Tara. "Sometimes, I wish I could take out the stick that's been shoved up her ass. Replace it with something else, long as I'm at it."

"A-fucking-men to that. On both counts."

Just then, my phone rang. Jack looked like he'd been about to elaborate on what he'd like to do to Tara, but covered his mouth and mouthed an apology.

It was Ellen. Unsurprisingly, she wanted to see me in her office. I assured her I'd be right up, dropped the phone back in its cradle, and swore under my breath. They'd been riding me hard about annual financial report for weeks. It wasn't even September yet. A whole month left in the fiscal year. I prepared myself to do my best "yes, ma'am"ing.

But as soon as I got to her office on the executive level, I realized I'd been mistaken somehow. Her blinds were closed. They were never closed. Perhaps she didn't want to talk about the annual report after all.

Heart racing, I opened the door to her office, which was also never closed.

Ellen sat atop her desk, one leg folded over the other. Her thighs could not be that thick. Not on a woman with that frame. It just didn't make sense. Her waist-to-hip ratio was, I felt sure, literally impossible. Like Tara, her black skirt and brick red blouse covered everything they should cover, but were stretched almost to the limit by her mind-boggling curves.

"Thanks for coming. Mind closing the door?" A shoe dangled from one of her pretty little feet, propped up by her toes. Her calf muscles rippled underneath her stockings.

I did as she asked.

Ellen tossed her inky black hair over her shoulder. I was pretty sure she was at least twenty years my senior, but you'd never know it unless you stared real closely. As, of course, I often did. There were slight hints of age at the corners of her eyes and her mouth, but her hair was as glossy and vibrant as a younger woman's, and her skin was firm. She either wore miraculously effective bras or gravity had not yet caught up to her enormous melons.

"...so I guess what I'm asking is how comfortable you are with keeping a secret."

"Perfectly comfortable," I said.

"Well, that was incredibly reassuring." Ellen slipped off the desk. "Let's come at this from a different angle."

"Okay...."

She unbuttoned the second button of her blouse. "Do you find me attractive?"

"I assume that's a rhetorical question."

She smiled. "Indulge me."

"Your husband is a very lucky man," I said.

"Maybe. But he doesn't seem to think so. Hasn't paid any attention to me in forever."

"That's a shame," I said, keeping my voice flat.

She smiled wanly. "In fact, he's having an affair. I'm not even sure he cares if I know that he's been balling his secretary for months now. And probably not just her. I've seen how he looks at Iva. So I've started looking elsewhere myself. I've cheated on him more than a few times. But, so far, not with anyone he knew."

"Good for you," I said.

"And for you. If you want it to be," she said.

I didn't reply. But I very deliberately made sure that my body language did not provide even the slightest hint of nerves. I wanted her to think that I could take it or leave it.

"Okay, so here's the plan. Tonight, after work, there are going to be some stiff dicks inside me. Yours can be one of them. Or you can just watch on your computer, since I'll be using a webcam. Or maybe you want to watch for a while first, then join. Whatever.

"Either way, you should stay in the office late and wait for my email. If you decide that jerking off in your office while watching me be a filthy slut is enough for you, that's fine. But I do hope that you decide to join."

"I'll keep that in mind," I said.

"Hopefully I'll see you later on then," she said, buttoning up her blouse once more.

"Maybe. We'll see what kind of mood I'm in," I said.

My back already turned, I couldn't see what I was sure was a priceless look on her face. But the exasperated huff and mumbled curses told me all I needed to know.

#

As I sat at my desk waiting for the email to arrive, something nagged at me. It wasn't just that it was the boss's wife. That was fine with me, even though it shouldn't have been. Something else that had my palms slick with sweat, my foot tapping incessantly.

I couldn't say what it was though.

That is, until the email finally arrived and I clicked on the link. As I watched the blurry image of a woman being spit-roasted by two gigantic black cocks, it came to me.

Ellen was my mother.

I wasn't sure how I knew at first. And then I couldn't figure out how I hadn't known.

Weirdly, I was still hard as a rock.

I wasn't proud of that. But the truth was, it turned me on even more.

On some level, I felt like I would be just as disgusting and fucked-up a person if I sat there and jerked off while watching my mother get tag-teamed by the twins as I would be if I went upstairs and joined in. But of course that was crazy. However weird it was to be turned on by watching it, and it was weird, there was no way that compared to participating.

It wasn't guilt then that made me decide to stay at my desk, even though I'd been planning all evening on joining in.

Perhaps part of it was that I didn't feel like trying to compete with the twins, Vince and Ismail. They made the guys that populated most women's fantasies look bland. Much as I'd like to pretend I didn't find them intimidating, I absolutely did.

Even so, my other motivation, the one I told myself was the most prominent one, was to play hard to get. It had seemed to work well earlier. So I figured that the odds were that if I played my cards right, I'd have her all to myself later that night.

And horny as fuck to boot.

I had no interest in pretending that did not appeal to me either. I felt like I should be surprised, or disgusted, or at least mildly ashamed. But I felt none of those things. I wanted to fuck my mother, and I didn't care in the least whether that made me a horrible person.

#

I decided to wait around for no more than ten minutes after the show ended. But it turned out that was more than enough time. About three minutes after her camera went black, a message appeared in my inbox.

From Mom, of course.

My stomach clenched as I opened it.

The message was brief. "Hope you don't leave before checking this. If you're even still here. Meet me in the hotel lobby, 15 mins? Ellen."

Bingo.

So I drove across the street to the hotel and went and found an open table in the bar in the lobby. I was a little early so I decided to have a drink. Take the edge off my nerves a little. Not that I expected it to help much.

I couldn't believe what I was about to do. It was insane. Revolting.

And so incredibly exciting, I almost couldn't bear it.

A few minutes after we were supposed to meet, Mom arrived. She wore an overcoat that left nothing but her stockinged calves and heels visible.

"Hi," she said as she walked up to the table. "This seat taken?"

I chuckled, gestured for her to sit.

She took the coat off, revealing a sensible business ensemble. A black skirt, less form-fitting than usual, and a blue blouse worn over a black undershirt. The blouse was also looser than she often wore. Not that I hadn't seen exactly what she had to hide just a little while earlier. Was I wrong about what she had in mind for this little get together?

Maybe she'd remembered as well?

The waiter darted over to our table without appearing to be in a hurry. Mom ordered a frozen margarita, thanked him with a smile, then turned her large brown eyes to me.

"So," she said.

"So. You had something you wanted to tell me?"

"We'll get to that. But I'm going to follow your lead and have a bit to drink first."

"Fair enough," I said. "By the way, that's a nice blouse."

She raised her eyebrows. Those thick beauties made her skin appear all the fairer.

I cleared my throat.

"Sorry," she said, adjusting her blouse nervously. "Thanks." She slipped down from the stool, picked her handbag up. "Excuse me. Be back in a minute," she said before heading for the bathroom.

She returned a few minutes later, wearing more makeup than before.

Interesting.

She knew, I was sure. And her conservative outfit seemed like a sign that she wanted to cover up what had happened, or to keep me from having illicit thoughts about her. But she still felt the need to go pretty herself up.

Her drink arrived shortly after she returned, and she polished off most of it in one gulp. "Okay," she said, drawing a deep breath.

But despite that ice-breaking comment, she remained silent for a time. Just sat there, emptying her drink rapidly. At last, when little more than one good sip remained, she said, "About earlier."

"Yes."

"There's something you should know." She slurped up the rest of her drink, then stared into the bottom of her glass as she stirred the foamy remains with the straw. "I assume you were watching the whole time, yes?"

"Safe assumption," I said, voice flat.

Her voice dropped. "I...don't ask me how I didn't realize this earlier...did you know," she stopped, ran her hands through her glossy hair. "I don't know how to say this." She looked up from her drink, her eyes wide, lip quivering. "You see, Frank-"

"I know. Okay? I knew the whole time. Well, not when you first asked me if I was interested, but I knew what I was beating off to, sitting there alone at my cubicle."

Her eyes went wide.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I shouldn't have watched. Or shouldn't have kept watching, once I'd realized. But, honestly, it was really, really fucking hot. That's pretty much all I can say. I know how that must sound. That's just about the last thing I should have been thinking. But that's really all there is to it, and I'm afraid that if I forced myself to apologize for it, it would be a shameless lie, so I'm not going to bother."

She licked her lips. But I didn't need that, the sudden rush of blood to her cheeks or the dilation of her pupils, let alone a verbal reply, to know that she was aroused.

Without realizing this was even possible, I sensed it on some metaphysical level.

My head spun, and not from the one light beer. Might as well push the chips in at this point. Lowering my voice even further, I said, "Look, we can put on a show of being shocked and disgusted. Maybe we'll even manage to half-way convince ourselves. But we've both tipped our hands already. What do you say we skip the theatrics and get a room. We can worry about being ashamed of ourselves later. But you and I both know that's exactly what we want to happen right now. So why resist it?"

She stared directly into my eyes, drew a deep breath, but still did not speak a word.

Continuing, I said, "I'm not the least bit ashamed, to be perfectly honest. And I don't think you are either. All I can think about is how badly I want to have you to myself. I know that I should be ashamed. But, fuck it. That's all I have to say."

Mom slid forward in her chair. "Okay," she said at last. "I can't believe I'm saying this. But yeah, let's do it. Who cares how wrong it is."

I smiled, dropped a few bills on the table, gathered up her coat for her, and headed towards the check-in sign over the reception desk. After that was taken care of, I walked over to the bar and ordered a bottle of wine. Mom smiled at me approvingly.

We barely spoke a word on the way to the room. Didn't need to. It was obvious that we were both thinking the same things.

I fumbled with the key card, hands shaking, and let us inside. Then I dropped off the bottle and Mom's coat, grabbed the ice bucket, and told her I'd be right back.

When I returned with some ice to keep the wine chilled, I found Mom in a sexy little outfit. If there was a word for the garment she wore, I didn't know it. It was all black, part lace and part silk. It consisted of a bow-tie, a skimpy bra, and panties with frilly scraps of fabric over her hips in imitation of the tiniest skirt ever made. All three pieces were connected by narrow straps. In addition, she wore sheer black gloves with tiny bows on the backs of them and sheer black stockings that went most of the way up her full thighs. The black patent-leather heels were the same as before, but nothing else was.

I cat-called as I walked into the room. "Nice getup."

Mom blushed. "Thanks. I thought you might like it."

"You could say that. If you wanted to seriously, seriously understate things."

She stood up from the edge of the bed, approaching me slowly. I placed the ice on the counter and hurriedly thrust the bottle of wine in. When Mom reached me, she stretched her arms out and slid her fingers over my chest. She was a good deal shorter than me, though I wasn't the tallest guy around. I leaned down, tilted her head back with one curled finger under her chin, and kissed her full lips. After a few moments, she pulled away, panting. "I can't believe we're doing this."

"I've never wanted anything more," I said.

"Me either. But this is so wrong."

"That's part of what makes it so hot."

"I know. You're right. But still. Should we just go back to pretending we're not related?"

"No," I said. "Absolutely not."

Mom nodded. "No, of course not."

"I want to fuck you as your son, a grown man. Those roles are not mutually exclusive."

One of her hands slid down my chest, over my hard abs, continuing its descent until her palm rubbed my hard shaft through my slacks. "Obviously not." Then she stood on her tiptoes and we kissed again. Her tongue was more adventurous this time. After our lips parted, she asked, "What's going on?"

"Um, I think we're about to fuck each other silly."

"That's not what I'm talking about. I mean, why didn't we know? Why does it seem like the world isn't real? How is it that we can sense things we shouldn't be able to sense, can change how we look, what we're wearing?"

I understood her words. But it didn't really resonate.

"You haven't noticed?"

I scratched my head. "Guess I have."

"It's not just us. I can't help but think that Ismail and Vince are family too."

"That doesn't even make sense. You know, since they're-"

Mom rolled her eyes. "Please, Frank. They're obviously bi-racial."

"So you think you had twins from a-"

She shook her head. "They're not mine. I think they're my...nephews?"

"So Liz had children that weren't Jim's?" I asked.

She shrugged. "No, not Liz. I'm not sure if she's involved in this. I guess she probably is." She furrowed her brow. "For that matter, I wonder why she isn't here. Seems like the rest of the family is. Including her daughter."

"Who's her daughter?" I asked.

"That would be Brianna. And you know that Dom, Todd and Natalie are your siblings, right? And I think Cindy and Iva are your father's sisters."

"Are you sure?" I asked. "That doesn't sound right."

She nodded, more emphatically than before. "No, I'm sure it is. I don't know how I could have forgotten. That's really weird."

I shrugged. "I guess I'll take your word for it."

She stared into my eyes. God, those brown beauties were to die for. Her face hardly matched her age. There were some hints of maturity, but she was still incredibly beautiful. She had such long lashes, thick brows and plump, red lips that accentuated her astonishingly white skin every bit as much as her raven black tresses did.

To say nothing of her unreal figure. In comparison to her broad hips and enormous breasts, her waist seemed positively tiny. Her stomach was flat, if not tight or toned. And that skimpy outfit drew attention to all the right places.

In between nibbles of my earlobe, Mom whispered, "Something has taken over our whole family. Something unnatural. We should be trying to figure out what."

I kissed the top of her head. "We should, should we?"

She moaned. The vibration of her throat pressed against my shoulder sent a tingling sensation down my spine. "Maybe not now. But yes, we should."

"Okay, later."

"Later," she agreed.

"After I ravage you, then slowly and tenderly make love to every inch of your body with my mouth before fucking you like a wild animal all over again."

"Yes, after that," she said.

I gathered my mother up in my arms, lifting her from the ground. She wrapped those wickedly curved legs around my waist. I fondled her ass as I carried her over to the bed. Then I dropped her on it and fumbled with my belt while Mom ran her palms over my abs. The task was made more difficult by her legs, wrapped tight around the backs of my thighs, pulling me towards her. Finally, I got my pants and boxers down around my ankles, and pulled my throbbing cock out. I lined it up, pushed it past her sopping wet folds. Her walls retreated slowly, allowing me back into her womb. Fuck, she was tight.

"Ungh. Yes, baby. Give it to me. To hell with foreplay."

I held her legs up with my hands tucked behind her knees and fucked her furiously. Her breasts shook violently. So violently, in fact, that it was a wonder that they didn't spill out of her bra. She clutched onto me, nails digging in my shoulders and back, heels scratching my thighs. My thrusts grew more vigorous still and she had to throw one hand about behind her to keep her balance. As she did, I leaned back. Our torsos formed a V. My every thrust provided direct stimulation to the spongy flesh of her G-spot.

The pleasure was so intense, by rights, I should have burst inside her within a minute or two. Clearly, the same went for Mom, because she did. But we kept going, and she rolled right from one orgasm into another. Often squirting as she did. Still I kept up the insane pace, knowing that if we were normal humans, we'd both have collapsed long since.




Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 11



But we obviously were not. We were something more, supernatural entities that lived off sexual energy. I'd known that before, but it had somehow been hidden from me.

But now, the memories were returning, tumbling free as the walls around them crumbled before the tide of energy my mother fed me with each climax. Of which, there were many.

I realized Mom was right when she said we could control our appearance. Of course she was. Damned Brianna and her damn veils.

The cock I was slamming so furiously into my mother's tight cunt grew with each thrust. I couldn't see the change, but suddenly her pussy felt much, much tighter.

"Oh, god, yes! I was waiting for that! Fuck, baby, you're so huge!"

I remembered something else I could do. Realizing that what I had taken for a furious pace before was only so by human standards, I sped up. Narrow fractions of a second passed between each slap of my balls against Mom's wide, soft ass cheeks. And, to top it all off, I reached out, metaphysically, and amplified her senses. The stimulation she was receiving would feel at least half again as intense, maybe even twice as much.

"Oh...oh...yeah, that's it. Just like that," she moaned.

Mom's walls spasmed around my cock and I felt her ejaculate again. Throwing her head back, she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her hips thrust up to meet mine. But she wasn't moving as fast, so I got three or four full pumps in for each thrust of hers.

After another monster orgasm, Mom collapsed onto her back. I fell on top of her, gave her a few more quick pumps, and then blew my seed deep into her. After my balls settled down, I climbed off and flopped onto my back beside her. My breathing was ragged. A lot more than a load of sticky cum had flowed from me into Mom just then. But that didn't seem important. I just stared at my mother, smiling uncontrollably.

Her inky black hair was a mess. Her makeup was starting to run. Beads of sweat stood out on her forehead, cheeks, the nape of her neck, and between her legs, which were spread wide so she could air out. "Oh, god, baby. That was so amazing." She moaned contentedly. "I think I'll be riding that high for days."

I walked over to the dresser, uncorked the bottle of wine, and poured it into the plastic cups that came with the room. "Not likely," I said.

Mom waved her hand over her pussy. "Well, obviously, I was exaggerating."

Handing her a cup of wine, I said, "Right. But what I meant is that you're assuming there won't be anything else tonight to eclipse it."

Mom propped herself up on her elbows, took the wine from me. "And I shouldn't?"

"Nope."

"Hmm. Well, either way, if there was any guilt before, it's gone now. I don't want to live in a world that says I can't experience sex that good because it's with my son."

"Same here," I said. I turned my back to her, looked at myself in the mirror. My chest grew thicker, more defined, my shoulders broader and still more chiseled.

"Mmm, that's nice," Mom said. "But you know...." She chewed at her lip, apparently contemplating whether to say what was on her mind. "Don't take this the wrong way dear. You were awfully irresistible to begin with. Quite literally, it would appear," she said, blushing. "But, if you're going to bother burning up some of the energy that would be put to better use fucking my brains out, why not some extra height? A little 5 o' clock shadow? A broader jaw? You know women notice things other than the size of your cock and your muscles, right?" She climbed out of bed, walked over to me slowly, and leaned against my back. Her hands wrapped around my broad shoulders, gently signaling that the changes I had made were certainly appreciated. "And would it kill you to grow your hair out a bit? There's nothing for me to grab onto when you're between my legs."

My head spun. She sounded exactly like my mother, in all the wrong ways. And yet, this was not a conversation one had with one's mother.

It was both frustrating and intensely arousing at the same time.

"I don't know," was all I said. Then I grew a few inches taller, filled out my jaw. "Wouldn't stubble make it unpleasant to kiss me? And what about when I go down on you? I always thought the rule was clean-shaven or at least a full beard."

"Well," she said, trailing a fingernail lightly across my cheek, around the outside of my ear. "Your grandfather used to do this thing. It was so hot. He would grow this nice stubble that made him look nice and rugged. Maybe just a bit longer than stubble. A short beard, I guess you could say. But not a proper beard. Then he'd make his mouth and chin smooth whenever he was going down on me, or while we kissed. It would grow right back after. So whenever I looked at him, or ran my hands over his cheeks, it was there, but it wasn't when I didn't want it to be. That's what our powers let us do, you know? And it was just one of the many thoughtful little touches that made your Grandpa Dick the best lover I ever had."

Wow. I didn't know how to react to that.

Probably should have been more jealous than I was. If she'd said Dom was the best lover she'd ever had, I would have freaked out. So how weird was it that I thought it sweet that she said that about her late father?

But, then, I didn't have to compete with him for my mother's attention anymore. Unlike Grandma Kaitlin, who we pretended was dead while in the mortal world, a world to which she had no intentions of ever returning, but who was in fact still very much alive, Grandpa Dick had indeed died. In a car accident. Perhaps it took a violent death to actually kill our kind, since aging didn't really mean much to us.

At any rate, I did, of course, grow some stubble, and let my hair grow out a few inches.

Mom kissed my shoulder, gave my ass a light tap, and walked back to the nightstand to retrieve her plastic cup. She tilted her head back and took a few gulps of the wine. Then she closed her eyes, wiggled her fingers, and touched up her appearance.

Her makeup looked perfect again. And if you'd told me a professional stylist had just finished fixing her hair, I'd have believed you.

She went over and sat at the small table by the window, sipping her wine slowly. "More importantly though, do you have any idea what's happening?"

"Not really," I said.

"Do you know how many times this has happened before?" she asked.

"Are you sure it has?"

She stretched her legs out, rubbing her calves. "Yeah. You don't remember? I'm not sure of all the details. There was a ski lodge. Another hotel room. I'm also pretty sure you've fucked me in our own house before. I think we've had some somewhat-less-than-wholesome fun for the whole family, in fact. Actually, I'm sure of it. This past summer, after you discovered a video of me and my father, all three of my boys fucked me at once right in the living room. And Nat eventually joined us."

I frowned.

"Oh, don't sulk. Whatever this is, it obviously involves all of us. I've every right to share it with each of my sons, if I so choose."

"No, I know. Of course. But you can't blame me for not loving the idea of sharing."

Mom smiled. "Frank." She said my name like it had four syllables. The way she did when she was disappointed in me, but touched at the same time. Like she thought I was being naive. "That's sweet. But you haven't been exclusive to me any more than I've been to you. Don't you remember?"

I couldn't picture any of it in my mind, but I was sure she was right.

"Sorry," I said. "I realize this isn't some kind of relationship."

"It's just sex. Really fucking good sex...but still, just sex."

"Yeah," I said. "But I assume you were less than enthused about sharing Grandpa with Liz, right? And you did have to sometimes, didn't you?"

She looked at me softly. "Okay, you've got me there. But the point is, I did share him. True enough, I didn't love having to do that. But I did, and I didn't try to give my father guilt trips about it. We were meant to share, Frank."

"Duly noted," I said.

"Besides," she continued, her voice returning to normal, "I didn't say they were as good as you. I can't remember everything we've all done, but I remember that. Nobody knows how to please me the way you do."

By which, of course, she meant no one that was still alive. But that was a qualification I could live with. As long as that was the only exception. We all threw around superlatives a bit too loosely, myself included. I hoped in this case, it was at least mostly true.

I came over to the table. She lowered her leg back to the floor, and I sat across from her. Leaning forward, I caressed the insides of her smooth thighs. "Is that so."

She purred. "Mmm-hmm. You know just what mommy needs." Her voice got a bit randier. "I do so like getting railed by more than one guy at a time though."

I tossed one of her shoes to the floor, peeled her stocking off. "You mean like earlier."

Her breathing was rapid. "Yes," she said after a pause. "Is that okay?"

I nodded as I started massaging her foot. "Yeah. I can't pretend I didn't get a little jealous. But it is pretty fucking hot that you're so insatiable."

"Yeah?" she said in a cutesy voice.

"I'm about ready to cum just thinking about it. My mother's a total slut. Can't get enough cock, no matter how hard she tries. And god, does she try. But in the end, it's mine that she craves the most. What's not to like?"

"Mmm, baby, you're the best." But this time her tone was mechanical.

Okay, message received. Cool it with the jealousy.

Mom pulled her foot from my hand, pressed it delicately against my cock, running the smooth underside back and forth over my sensitive head a few times before trailing her toes over my balls. Then she let her foot drop to the floor and raised the other one into my lap, kicking away her shoe as she did. I peeled that stocking off as well, went to work on that foot. She moaned throatily. "And you're hands are almost as magical as your stiff dick. Tell me, are you as good with your tongue? I seem to remember that you are."

"You'll find out in a minute," I said.

"That would be nice."

I pressed my fingers between her toes, my palm against the arch of her foot. After a fashion, I raised her foot to my mouth and sucked on her toes, trailed my tongue down the sole of her foot. She cooed softly.

"So tell me. Who else do you want to fuck? Besides your mother."

"Putting out feelers for a threesome, are we? An MFF?"

"Maybe. Maybe just making conversation. I'm not under the impression that you're going to be at my side every minute of this thing. Nor should you be."

I tried to take that in the way it was intended. "Tara," I said. "If she's part of this. Is she even family? Is this only family, or do you suppose it's centered on the office?"

"Are you sure those aren't one and the same?"

"I don't remember ever seeing Skye, the twins, Tara, or Iva growing up."

"I think Tara's my sister. Estranged or something. Maybe because she had children out of wedlock, and a black man's children at that. Yeah. I think that's what happened. For some reason, I only remember her from the days back before I was initiated, when I still though we were an ordinary family. We used to fight about clothes and boys and stupid stuff. She must have taken part in the family tradition at some point, but she's a good deal younger than me. Maybe I'd already moved out by the time she came of age."

"And Iva?"

"She looks sort of like a younger Cindy. I'm guessing she's also your aunt." She paused. "That would put a considerable gap between her, her brother and her sister. Cindy's only two years younger than Gus, but Iva must be at least a decade younger than Cindy. But then, stranger things have happened."

I nodded. It did actually make sense. There was definitely some similarity.

"So, Tara then?" Mom asked.

I cleared my throat, taking a break from seducing her feet. "Yeah. That weird?"

"No, not at all. Makes sense. And it's reassuring, in an odd way. Though I realize that, having just said we shouldn't be thinking of this as exclusive, I shouldn't care. But the nice part about being the mother, I get to contradict myself and you just have to deal with it."

I focused on eliciting some deep moans as I licked and sucked her foot before replying. "Naturally. So what's reassuring about Tara?"

"Oh, I don't know. I'm being silly, I guess."

"No, it's fine. I'm just curious."

"Mmm, yes, keep doing that. Oh, you are gifted with your tongue." She rubbed her palm over her naked sex. "Well, she's almost the same age as me. And she has real curves. Isn't a tiny little skin and bones type, like Brianna. I'm glad you didn't say her name."

"No, not my type."

"Tara's a redhead too," Mom observed wryly.

"Oh, is she?" I said. "I hadn't noticed. In that case, I change my mind."

Mom dropped the foot I was working to my crotch and raised the other there too. I was surprised, though I realized I probably shouldn't have been given what I was remembering we all could do, as she gave me a reasonably good handjob with her feet. "Who else?"

"I don't care what other guys you fuck, you know. I know you like black guys. I mean, what white woman doesn't, apparently. But it doesn't really matter to me who the next guy lucky enough to be with you is."

"Just a little bit of unsolicited advice. Women don't especially enjoy it when men let it show that they feel threatened by other men. At all. I'd keep those comments to yourself."

Right. We'd already covered that. I silently cursed at myself.

"Anyway, I don't, really. Some women do. Your sister certainly does. Since you've gone away to school, I think four of the five guys she's brought home were black. But that means she's already slept with more black guys than I have in my entire life. Not that it's any of your business one way or another."

"Fair enough," I said.

"Anyway, moving on. I appreciate you saying that you don't care who I sleep with next, but I'm not buying it," she said. "Can you honestly say it wouldn't even feel like a pinprick if I said I was really hoping to have Dom force himself on me soon?"

My heart skipped a beat.

"Mmm, thought so," she said. "Don't worry, he's not on the agenda at the moment anyway. I seem to remember I had a huge crush on him for the longest time, but I think I'm pretty much over it at this point."

I tried to hide my sigh of relief, though I didn't believe I was very successful.

"The only one I remember being half as attentive to a woman's needs as you is Jack."

For some reason, that made me, well, not happy. I didn't like hearing Mom say anything especially positive about any of the other men she'd taken as lovers. Especially those that were still alive. But reassuring was a good way of putting it. Dom's physique was more similar to mine than Jack's. But Jack and I had similar personalities. Even if that didn't tend to carry over into the bedroom as I'd always believed it did, it still felt like she was basically saying she was drawn to men who had those qualities of which I happened to be particularly proud of having myself.

"I take that as a stamp of approval," she said, still caressing my cock with her feet.

"Yeah," I said. "I get what you meant about Tara."

"So...who else?"

I thought for a moment. "I don't know. Too bad Liz isn't here. I guess Cindy."

Mom raised an eyebrow. "Would've thought you'd say Natalie."

"There's something really sexy about a woman with experience. Not that I think Natalie hasn't been getting any. But, you know."

"Good answer," Mom said.

"So. You weren't necessarily getting at this, but would you be open to a threesome?"

Mom closed her eyes, ran her finger in circles around a stiff, pink nipple through the flimsy fabric of her bra. "Tara would work for me. Most definitely."

If possible, I got a bit harder still.

"But if I do that for you, you can't complain when I decide I want a bunch of guys to ravage me. And I'm not even promising I'll invite you. Can you deal with that?" she asked.

My breath caught. "Yeah. I can deal with it."

She smiled. "Good."

"Anyway, enough talk," I said, climbing out of the chair. I scooped her up out of hers and carried her over to the bed. I laid her down and stared into her eyes. "Ready?"

"Baby, if you so much as breathe on my clit, I might cum."

True to her word, it took her almost no time to reach climax. My hands were kneading her ass like dough and the occasional brush of my thumb teased either her asshole or her moist pussy lips, but it was mostly my mouth on the small of her back that finished her. I kissed up her spine, worked her neck and ears for a while, then turned her over. I had just ripped her bra off and was starting to work on her breasts when she came for a second time.

She had a third orgasm as I worked her hips. Having teased her mercilessly, I finally threw myself fully into pleasuring her vulva. I slowly upped the ante from one or two brief flicks to her outer folds to mostly focusing on her labia, but never quite touching her clit. I'd forgotten how she tasted of blackberries and raspberries. Delicious. Eating her out was almost as much a treat for me as for her, she tasted so good. I licked around her lips frequently, with the briefest interruption of the pattern to include her inner folds. She was rocking her hips, trying to fuck my face, begging me to focus more on her clit. But my neck, comprised of muscles like thick steel cables, would not bow to her pressure. She was still going to have to wait a bit before I turned my attention to her stiff little love bud.

At last, I gave in. After that buildup, I felt sure that when the first flick of my tongue finally caressed her clitoris, she would assume it was a feint. But I launched a full assault on her womanhood. I licked around and underneath it. I softened my tongue and pulsed it back and forth against her button. I stiffened the tip and flicked it up and down her clit like I was plucking guitar strings.

Most women would have screamed at that much intense stimulation, but we were different. Our tolerance for pleasure was inhuman. At the same time, when we allowed ourselves to succumb to the efforts of our partners, it was often easier for us to climax, and climax repeatedly. A beautiful combination.

Not long after I began working her clitoris furiously, I slid a few fingers inside her. At first, I was modest with them, curling to the sides, flittering them back and forth with no real aim. But soon, I thrust my hand deeper and deeper inside her, my knuckles massaging her swollen pussy lips while my fingers reached for the back wall of her vagina, only to suddenly twist around and tap-tap-tap rapid-fire against her G-spot. Then I'd twirl again. Eventually, I worked the thumb of my other hand into her asshole.

Mom came and came, ejaculating each time. She gushed energy like a fire hose.

I didn't stop when she came, but I slowed. She eased into a much smaller, slower pulsing orgasm as I wound down and eventually took my fingers out of her. Even after doing so, though, I kept up my oral ministrations.

After bringing her to one last monster orgasm, I finally came up for air, wiping her juices from my mouth and chin.

Mom's labia, nipples, mouth, and cheeks were flushed deep red. Her breathing came rapidly. Her massive breasts heaved up and down. With eyes closed, she said, "Frank, you're a god. An absolute god. I lost count of how many orgasms you just gave me."

"Glad you enjoyed it," I said.

"Enjoyed? That's like saying childbirth is mildly unpleasant. But if this is what it leads to, damn is it ever worth it."

I rested my shoulder on the bed, planted a few soft kisses on the inside of her thigh.

"Seriously, baby, even after the amazing show you put on earlier, and the way you practically got me off kissing my feet, I still wasn't prepared for that. You should open up a school or something. You'd make the women of the world very happy if you could manage to teach just a few men half of what you know."




Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 11



I slid up the bed to lie on my side next to her. "You're too kind," I said. Then I pulled her close, kissed her deeply while running my hands over her amazing curves.

Mom turned, kissed my neck, nibbled my ears. She slid out of my arms, crawled on top of me, and worked her way down my rock-hard torso, stopping just before she got to my cock. Her deep brown eyes stared up at me through her lashes. God, those lashes were so thick, dark, and perfectly curled. You'd think with the other charms she had on display, I'd barely notice, but there was hardly any part of her that wasn't breathtaking.

"Is this what you want?" she asked, making sure her hot breath touched my cock. She opened her mouth wide. A hair's breadth separated her from my mushroom-head.

"Fuck, yes," I said. "Badly."

"Really? You want mommy to suck your dick?"

"Please," I said. "I'm begging you."

When she finally engulfed me, I almost lost it. It felt so good. I was shocked at first that she had no trouble getting her mouth around my fat cock. I wondered if she'd unhinged her jaw like a snake. But whatever she did, it didn't seem to take much effort.

There had been a time I thought Mom was not that gifted in this department. Either I had been mistaken or she had learned a few things since that time.

Though I realized that I knew how to delay an orgasm, holding out for unfathomably long periods, indeed had done so just a bit earlier while assailing her pussy, it wasn't a minute before I nutted in Mom's warm mouth. Thankfully, she didn't stop. She had only gotten half of my monster in up until that point, but she worked her way up to deep-throating the whole thing. Her nose wiggled against my pubes. Then, with my full length all the way down her throat, she began humming. The vibration felt wonderful. Just as I'd start to ache for her tongue against my helmet, she'd ease me out of her throat and focus her attentions on my sensitive parts again. I thought I might cry. But she kept going.

At long last, I came again.

Twice in a row.

I'm not sure where it came from, but neither load was modest in size. Yet Mom swallowed every last drop of her son's jizz.

Finally, she eased off, her lips slowly closing over the tip of my head in a final kiss.

"How was that?" she asked, a glint in her eye. Her skin had started glowing.

"Fucking glorious," I said breathlessly.

She smiled, tapped my helmet with one finger, giggling as it bounced.

"Hope you're not worn out," she said. "I know I took quite a bit out of you, but I was hoping to give some of it back while you fuck me."

"Just give me a minute," I said. "I'm far from done with you, but I do need to catch my breath." I climbed out of bed, retrieved my cup of wine. Finishing it, I topped it off then shook the bottle suggestively at her. She nodded. I topped her cup off as well. She took a few quick swigs before placing it down again.

I simply stared at her, admiring her beauty. After fucking her silly, after we'd feasted upon one another's bodies, one might think the novelty, the sheer disbelief at what was happening, would have worn off. But it hadn't, though in fairness, it had receded somewhat. Still, looking upon the unreal curves of her inhuman form, the soft glow of her pale skin, the way her hair and makeup always looked fresh no matter what vile acts we committed, I was simply in awe of my mother and her sexuality.

I realized that she was not every man's type. Some would find her extreme curves, her flat but not defined stomach, her thick thighs, huge ass and enormous breasts to be unappealing. To call her fat would be stretching the meaning of the term. She didn't have a hint of cellulite anywhere. And her waist was minuscule compared to her hips. But still, for men who preferred their women petite, Mom would not do. If you went in for the hourglass look though...good lord.

"What are you thinking?" Mom asked.

"Too cheesy," I said.

She laughed. "Okay. That's about what I figured. But it's still kind of sweet."

I walked back over to the bed and planted a good slap on one of her ass cheeks.

"You like mommy's fat ass?" she asked, rolling onto her stomach. She twitched one cheek then the other, making her ass dance.

"Very, very much," I said.

"You don't think it's too big?" she asked.

"Fuck, no," I said without hesitation. "Not at all. It's completely amazing."

"Your father thinks it's too big. I don't think he's alone."

"He's an idiot," I said.

I climbed into bed, straddling Mom's hips. I tapped my heavy cock against her ass cheeks, alternating from left to right, marvelling at the gorgeous ripples in the soft, creamy flesh. Then I rubbed my cock up and down her crack, pressing the tip hard against her soft brown bud. She relaxed her hole, gaping open. Impressive control.

"Mmm. Start off gentle, okay? You can be as rough as you want, just not right off."

And I did exactly as she said. Using a generous amount of lube, I eased in and very gradually built up my pace. For a while, I didn't put more than half of my cock in her tight hole. It was still huge, much larger than normal, but I'd shrunk it a bit to keep from hurting her. As she relaxed more and more though, and started to really enjoy it, I picked up the pace. Soon I was fucking her ass as hard as I had her pussy earlier, and she was squealing.

"Oh, baby, you're so big! It hurts so good. Jesus, that is a fucking monster cock!"

I pummeled her a bit longer, kneading her ass between my fingers as I worked, before telling her to roll over. She did. I propped her thighs up on my shoulders, lifting her hips up off the bed, and shoved my stovepipe back inside her ass. This way, I could fuck her backdoor while looking her in the face.

Mom cradled her massive mammaries in one hand while frigging her clit with the other. "That's it, baby. Mommy's ass is in fire. Don't stop. Oh, god, please, don't stop."

Burning more of the energy I stole from her earlier, I amplified her senses again.

"Ooohhhhh, yesssssss!" Mom howled as she gave in to another orgasm.

I lowered the wall of my own defenses, pushing in as hard as I could with my final thrust, and unleashed a torrent of cum into her asshole.

Collapsing beside her, I ran a hand through her hair. "You're so beautiful," I said. "I might turn into a dried out husk, but I just can't stop. I need more."

We kissed as if for the first time, our tongues exploring one another's mouths excitedly.

"That's okay with me, baby. But mommy's ass may need a break."

"I'm sorry," I said.

She placed a finger over my lips. "No, no. Don't be. It was great. I love anal. I just can't do it all the time. For now, that's all I can take."

I kissed her. "Okay. No problem."

She rolled on top of me, squeezing me between her legs so tightly that I thought she could cut me in half. "Why don't you just lie still for now and let mommy do the work?"

I ran my hands up her hips, over her gigantic breasts. "Sounds good to me."

"Good," she said, cuffing my hands to the bedpost.

"Where'd those come from?" I asked.

She smiled. "This is going to kill you, isn't it? Not being able to use your hands while you watch my breasts bounce around like crazy?"

"That's about right," I breathed.

She nuzzled my neck, suckled my earlobe. "I want to see the hunger in your eyes. Give me a good ride, and I might take the cuffs off before we finish."

I did my best to satisfy her request. We fucked like animals for a good ten or fifteen minutes. The two of us moved at superhuman speed the whole time. I wanted to cry, so badly did I need to reach out and touch her.

At last, she came. And then, as I'd hoped, she took the cuffs off. Though we shouldn't have had the energy to do so, we went at it for a good while after that. We took a few breaks to cuddle. But mostly, we just kept right on fucking until a little after daybreak.



Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 12



Homelands: Autumn

Part One

Chapter Twelve

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You might want to read Chapters One through Eleven first.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy. Supernatural forces play a prominent role throughout the novel.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual. 

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Jack looked at me knowingly when I strolled in, more than an hour late.

"Shut up, man," I said. Though he hadn't actually said anything.

"You look like you could use a coffee," he said.

I shrugged. "Sure."

We left the office building and went next door. After grabbing our coffees, we stood outside with them. It was raining out, so no one else was likely to join us.

"Heard about your little adventure last night. Good for you."

"Yeah, I guess. How did you hear-"

Jack waved the comment away before I could finish expressing it. "Come on, man, everyone knows. Not just about you and your mother, and the show she put on with the twins. But what's happening more broadly."

"They do?" My mother. The cat was out of the bag. "What is happening?"

"Shit, if you were on time for work, you'd know. It's all anyone's talking about."

I took a long swig of coffee.

He clapped me one the back. "A literal motherfucker. Ain't it awesome?"

"Suppose," I said. "So I take it that you're in the motherfucker club too, then?"

"Yup. Iva was better. But fucking the aunt you didn't know you had isn't quite as perverse, so Mom's got that going for her. Plus a killer ass."

"It really is affecting everyone, isn't it?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure is. Incest, incest, and nothing but incest. And, I tell you, the only thing that bothers me about that is that I'm not related to Brianna. She must be the hottest thing around. I can't tell you how much I wish she was my cousin." He paused, noting my lack of emphatic agreement. "What? She not your type?"

I held up my hands in protest as best I could, given the coffee cup held in one of them. "Whoa, I didn't even say anything, man."

"Exactly," he said, tipping back his own cup. "I thought she was everyone's type."

"What can I say, I prefer voluptuous," I said.

He jerked his head back as if slapped. "You saying she's a stick-figure?"

"I guess she's got a nice rack, for her size. But-"

"For any size," he interjected.

I shrugged noncommittally.

"And she hasn't really got much of an ass," I said. "Not like, say, your mother. Now that there is a true work of art."

"Have you seen Brianna work it? That girl tears up a dance floor."

I was pretty sure that I had, at that. Couldn't remember when or where, but now that Jack said it, I dimly recalled having seen my cousin dance before, and being blown away. But still. Imagine if a woman with a real figure had those same moves. "To each his own, I guess." I rattled my empty coffee cup. For a moment, I considered getting another coffee, but the line was even loner than it was before, which was long enough.

"So, who's next for you?" he asked before finishing off his own. The look on his face said that while he was willing to let the subject go, I'd be a fool to think he was willing to accept that reasonable people could disagree about whether Brianna was as hot as it got.

"Tara, probably. If I can. Kinda hoping for a threesome with her and my mom."

"You have something against younger women?" Jack asked.

"No. You have something against older women?"

"Not at all. I've fucked my mom and Aunt Iva, right? But if Brianna and Skye are off-limits because they're on your side of the family, I'd at least like to tap Natalie's ass."

I didn't reply.

My sister had plenty nice curves. That wasn't the problem there. Something about her just didn't do it for me though.

"You wouldn't fuck her either? Are you serious?"

"Of course I would. Brianna too. Just saying neither's at the top of my list."

"Shit. Tell me you'd at least like to fuck Skye? Talk about an ass that's a true work of art. I mean, sure, my mom's is nice, but wow."

"True. True. No arguments on that one."

"Okay, there's hope for you yet," Jack said. "Not much, maybe, but at least some." He shook his head. "Neither at the top of your list. Fucking crazy."

"But, and I'm just saying, you can't look at Skye's tits then look at my mother's and tell me that Skye doesn't come up short."

He laughed. "The same goes for everyone. Even Iva. Shit, man, your mom's are too big," Jack said. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm still looking forward to fucking her. I've seen the way she looks at me. And she'd make a nice contrast with the others. But at the end of the day, that's definitely not my type. Those things are just unreal. There's hourglasses and then there's hourglasses and then there's your mother. I'd feel like I was fucking Jessica Rabbit or something. Don't you?"

"Well, yeah, kinda," I said. "But you say that like it's a bad thing."

He snorted.

"You one of those who says more than a handful is a waste?" I asked.

Jack gestured towards the office and started walking without waiting for a response. "No, no. I mean, there's something to be said for larger than life. But it's like a novelty. You want to see what it's like now and then, but you still realize it's unnecessary. No?"

"Unnecessary? Is even a B cup necessary?"

Jack laughed. "Touche."

"I mean, I'm just not sure that `necessary' is a useful standard," I said. "They're fun to play with. That's it. Can even be a lot of fun to play with, for that matter. And they're damn nice to look at. But sure, of course no one needs big breasts."

"Fair enough. But for me, after they get bigger than Aunt Iva's, and she ain't small, I start thinking they look a little funny."

"Well, Iva does have a pretty sweet pair. I'll give you that."

"Pretty sweet? God, man, you need help. They're perfect. Say it with me. Per-fect."

"Okay, okay. They're per-fect. Two syllables."

He clapped me on the back as we hurried across the street, hands over our heads.

"So, I feel like we've had this conversation before. Or one an awful lot like it. You really have no idea what's happening?" I asked my cousin.

He flashed me an incredulous look. "Have we? I don't remember. But I'll take your word for it. I have to admit, there were times that I got a serious sense of deja vu."

"Same here."

We passed through the sliding glass doors into the lobby. Just ahead, we saw Brianna and Natalie getting into the elevator, presumably to head up to the studio. Neither wore anything but a bra and panties.

Fuck, they did look good. That was hard to deny. I stood by my position that Brianna could stand to be a little more voluptuous, and I'd have gladly payed my sister to stop tanning and dying her hair, but it was hard not to look at them and realize why most men would think me crazy for thinking my mother more attractive.

Jack smacked my arm, pointed across the tiled floor to them. "See now, how can you look at that and tell me they don't belong at the top of your list?"

"Yeah, you've got a point," I said, drinking in their young, slender, figures. And, more importantly, painfully gorgeous faces. And they were absolutely gorgeous, there was no denying. And the makeup wasn't hurting anything either. No one needed makeup any more than they needed big breasts, but any woman who thought she didn't look better with it was lying to herself. At least in my mind. I'd met guys who swore it turned them off, that they'd really prefer a girl who wore none. More power to 'em, I guess.

Brianna had the less curvaceous figure, but if there had ever been a woman who looked better from the neck up, it was news to me. In the back of my mind, I had the sense that she'd done something to me at one point that should have made me hate her. But despite myself, my heart raced the moment I saw that smile, even from all the way across the lobby.

"What I wouldn't give...," Jack said.

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I got back to my desk and found the red light on my phone blinking. Without even opening my laptop to check my email, which wasn't easy for me, I picked up the handset and dialed the voicemail extension.

My father, the president of the company, wanted to see me. Post haste.

Cindy was not at her desk, and the door to Dad's office was open. Even so, I knocked. Dad looked up from his desk and called for me to come in. I entered the oversized office and closed the door behind me. There were plush offices, then there were plush offices, then there was my father's office. Inside, it was large enough to take up the entire fifth floor, and then some. Even though it wasn't the only office on the floor. Which made all kinds of sense. But then, reality apparently stopped at the front door, so why not.

The office was well appointed too. Dad's desk was larger than my cubicle. There were several nice carpets, two leather couches with a modern glass coffee table between them, a mini-bar, and a private bathroom. Perhaps best of all, two of the four walls were entirely made of glass, though at the moment the Venetian blinds shut out the view. Still, that had to make for a hell of a view, when he wanted it.

Like everyone else, Dad didn't really look his age. But there were more visible signs of maturity in this idealized version of him than could be found on any of the women. His dark-brown hair was peppered with silver, and he had wingtips at the temples. His goatee was silver around his mouth, though dark otherwise. His skin was dark and weathered, with enough wrinkles to look rugged but no more. Despite that, though, he was every bit as fit as his sons, and a few inches taller than any of us besides. Including Todd, though it was by a smaller margin in the case of my younger brother than with me.

And he was dressed to impress. His Italian suit probably cost as much as my first car had. It was hard to say, since I didn't know as much as some men about such things. But even I knew it was not the kind of suit most guys wore, even at the big law firms downtown.

A glass tumbler filled with bourbon sat nestled within one hand, and a Cuban cigar poised between two fingers of his other.

Dad gestured with the cigar for me to sit in one of the small chairs opposite his giant of a desk. The chairs were comfortable, but they were chosen to ensure that anyone occupying them would sit a few inches lower than Dad.

"I received an interesting email this morning," he said. "Care to guess what it contained?"

I loosened my tie. "Sir, I can-"

"Fuck the sir shit, Frank. You know I'm your father." He put the cigar down, walked over to the mini-bar. "Care for a drink? Fine bourbon."

"Yes, please," I said.

"On the rocks?"

"Straight up."

"Good man," he said, bringing me over a tumbler identical to his. He held his glass up.

I clinked mine to his. "Cheers."

"So, tell me, what happened last night."

"Mom told me that she was fucking around on you, and that she was specifically making a point of fucking your employees. It was going to happen whether I participated or not. I realize that doesn't make it right, but I just-"

Dad started laughing uncontrollably. He clapped me on the shoulder. "Oh, for goodness' sake, Frank, I'm just fucking with you. We're all depraved shits here."

I sighed, forced a nervous laugh. "Guess so."

"Far as I'm concerned, you, or anyone else who wants her, can have her."

Should I tell him thank you? Or tell him he was an unappreciative ass?

He took a slow sip of his bourbon. "This is the life, though, isn't it? Burning through fake money, drinking the finest liquor, fucking the finest ass. And it's all in the family."

"Yeah," I said. I probably should offered more of a reply, but I just wasn't sure what to say. I felt like I should be ashamed, and was having a hard time with the fact that no one else thought so. But I'd be lying if I said actually was ashamed. If Mom told me she was going to try to resist the unearthly temptations, I'd be devastated.

"But here's the thing. Like I said, I don't give a shit if you want to fuck your mother. Maybe you like gigantic udders. I can do without that, but hey. What I'm trying to say is, I expect," he stopped. "No, I can't tell you what to do. What I mean is that I'd appreciate if you step out of the way when it comes to-"

There came a knock at the door. Before Dad could answer, it opened.

My father's sisters walked in. They closed the door behind them.

They did in fact look a lot alike. I couldn't believe I hadn't seen it earlier.

There were differences, to be sure, but the family resemblance was unmistakeable now that I looked for it. Particularly in their faces. They did, however, have different physiques.

Cindy lived in the gym. You know, when she wasn't fucking Dad, at least. Her breasts were larger than you'd expect for a woman who was so toned, but they weren't amazing. Her ass, though, was what most men would call perfect. Could have been a touch bigger for my taste, and a bit softer, but I stood by my earlier claim that it was a work of art. And on her petite frame, it seemed downright oversized. It was so round, and sat nice and high on her frame. Despite its size, you could just tell it was basically solid muscle.

Iva was nowhere near as fit, though she was also far from being in bad shape. Maybe her metabolism just hadn't started slowing down yet, even though she had to at least be in her late thirties, maybe even early forties.

For all that age meant anything to us. My father was past fifty, but his body didn't seem to have gotten the message.

Iva had a slender waist and fairly nice legs. Her breasts were, well, perfect. Jack had been right about that. My mother's had a definite appeal. I didn't like hearing others call them too big. But looking at Iva, I had to admit, hers were actually more appealing. There was nothing cartoonish about her figure. She was just exceptionally well endowed.

Both women had fair skin. Iva's even more so than Cindy's. Both had blonde hair. Cindy's had prominent dark roots, almost to the point that she looked like a brunette with blonde highlights. Iva's was also dirty blonde, but more even in color.

And both were dressed like they were about to model lingerie for a catalogue. Or, you know, fuck like bunnies. Cindy wore a translucent pink cami that barely covered her breasts, leaving her skin exposed from her hips to her ribs. Her g-string was equally flimsy, and I could see her swollen labia through the gossamer fabric. Besides the camisole and g-string, she wore white fishnet stockings, pink heels and a headband with bunny ears on it. The ears, naturally, were white on the outside and pink on the inside. Her nails were painted a light pink, matching her outfit.

Iva wore a black babydoll that didn't quite fall to her waist. It had bright pink triangles attempting to cover her huge breasts. A matching bright pink thong just barely hid her snatch. Black thigh-high leather boots with stiletto heels encased her long legs. A silk black choker with a pink bow wreathed her neck. Her nails were a much brighter pink than the pastel tone her sister wore, consistent with the louder pink found in the rest of her get-up. She was the naughty to her sister's nice, apparently.

Dad cleared his throat. "Ladies, it's not 12:30 yet. Not even 11:30."

"We couldn't wait," Cindy said.

"Is he going to join us?" Iva asked, looking at me. Her brown eyes were wide and a smile formed on her luscious lips. They were possibly the fullest lips I'd ever seen, and the bright pink lipstick made sure you'd notice. Cindy's were nice as well, but holy shit.

"I don't kno-" Dad began.

"Oh, dear, how sweet of you," Cindy said. "What an unexpected treat!"

"I-—I-" The protest wouldn't come out. I felt like I should protest, for Dad's sake, but I just couldn't bring myself to refuse these two blonde beauties.

Dad tipped his glass to me. "The more the merrier, right?"

I clinked my glass against his then downed the remainder of the bourbon. "Right."

Iva was in my arms a moment later. I looked over to see that Cindy already had Dad's package in her mouth. Either he'd put some effort into enhancing it, or he was quite well-endowed naturally. If so, I wondered why he hadn't managed to pass that on to me.

My aunt grabbed my jaw, pulling my eyes away from Dad and Cindy to look at her. Her eyes were deepest brown. Wasn't every day you saw eyes like that on a blonde. I was just getting lost in them when she pulled me in for a kiss.

I was still gasping for air when I realized my pants were gone and she was mimicking her sister. Her lips were a gift from heaven. And she was talented too. Like Mom had the night before, she might as well have been unhinging her jaw. My mother gave really good head. Iva gave great head. If anyone could compare at all, it was Brianna.

Except I knew that wasn't quite right. Brianna not only compared. She was better. And it wasn't because of anything she did physically. It was that she had immense supernatural power. And for that reason, Brianna was not the only one who was better than Iva. Grandma Kaitlin, Iva's own mother, was without peer in that and a great many other areas.

Still, just at the moment, the logical part of my brain was having a hard time persuading the other part that it was even possible for anyone to deliver greater pleasure with their mouth than the aunt I didn't know I'd had was doing for me right then.

She was swallowing a hot load of my jizz within a minute. And another one very soon after that. I could have cried, it felt so good.

The sisters stood up, wiping their mouths with the back of their hands in an identical motion. It was almost freaky. "Okay, boys," Cindy said, taking Dad by the hand.

"You've been warmed up," Iva said, taking my hand as well. They led us over to the leather sofa in the corner of the office and sat us down.

"For now, enjoy the show," Cindy said.

Music started to pour out of the high-end speakers on Dad's desk. Cindy and Iva started dancing, grinding on each other, shaking their asses in our faces. They made out with each other, felt one another up. Iva lay down on the coffee table while Cindy sat just above her face, running her hands over the thin fabric covering her pussy. Cindy cupped Iva's full breasts, bounced them in her palms. Iva turned Cindy around, bent her over to pop her ass out, and spanked her repeatedly.

Cindy had surprisingly hot moves. I never would have pictured my responsible, progressive, NPR-loving aunt shaking her hips and ass like that. And god, it was a nice ass.

But Iva stole the show.

She moved like she had earned a living from a stripper pole for years. Her hips had a range of motion that didn't seem possible. Probably wasn't. Just on the basis of how she moved, I went from thinking she had a moderately nice lower body to hardly noticing the difference between her modest curves and the more impressive ones her sister was sporting. Much the way I half-remembered that Brianna could hypnotize me despite her relative lack of curves. And when Iva shook her breasts, a little drool made its way down my chin. Hell, she hadn't even taken the babydoll off yet and I was ready to be her slave, if she wanted. Yet another way that she and Brianna were in a class all their own.

Dad and I were wantonly stroking our cocks by the end of the first song. My dick was now swollen to twice its ordinary size and was still just barely bigger than his. Moreover, I realized that he too had packed on about twenty pounds of muscle. I'd hoped to distinguish myself from him in that way, but no such luck. I had biceps like cannon balls, a huge chest, chiseled abs with deep grooves between them, and powerful thighs. But so did Dad. It took a great deal of effort on my part to close the gap between us in height. If he'd bothered to augment himself there, I doubt I could have caught up again. But, regardless of whether I could say that I was better looking than my father, I was at least confident that I looked a lot better than I had a minute ago. And I hadn't been unattractive then.




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Throughout the second song, the sisters teasingly pulled each other's clothes off. Except for boots, heels and stockings.

Iva was shaved bald. Cindy had a thin strip of golden-brown hair above her slit. Both had beautiful pussies, with prominent lips that curled prettily around their holes rather than loose flaps hanging beneath them. Their labia were pink, not at all gray like some women's.

During the third song, they started to really explore each other. Sucking each other's breasts. Fingering each other's snatches and back doors.

I started wondering, what if you took Iva's chest, combined that with Cindy's ass.... If you could combine the best parts of each, you'd have a woman so hot it would be absurd.

A new song had started. Cindy was lying on the coffee table, her lean, muscular thighs wrapped around her sister's head as Iva enthusiastically slurped the older woman's pussy. Meanwhile, Cindy played with her own nipples.

Dad got up, started to kneel behind Iva.

"Nope. Not yet," Cindy said.

So we waited anxiously, watching as Iva continued sucking on her sister's labia and tonguing her clit while working more and more fingers inside. Before long, she was shoving her entire fist in and out of Cindy's box, much to the latter's delight.

After Cindy got off, Iva took her sister's place on the coffee table. She gathered her big breasts up in her hands and pressed one to her mouth. I watched as my aunt flicked a stiff nipple back and forth a few times with her tongue. My mother could easily get a mouthful of her own breasts, as she'd proven to me last night. Iva couldn't quite manage that, I didn't think. But this was still nice to watch.

Iva's nipples were light pink, not dark like many women's. And incredibly puffy. Her breasts sat so high on her chest, despite their considerable size, they almost looked fake. But they had just enough hint of sag to them, and they fell to the side when she lay on her back, that they couldn't possibly be implants.

While Iva played with her breasts, Cindy bent a double-dildo in the middle and worked it into both of her sister's holes. Iva gyrated her hips, pushing herself onto the dildo. She made the most pleasant sounds as the thing disappeared inside both of her glorious holes.

Dad and I sat on the edge of the sofa, wanking furiously.

"Do you like that?" Cindy asked. "Watching your sister, your aunt, taking it in two holes at once? Don't you wish it was your two hard cocks?"

"Fuck yes," Dad said. "Let us. Let us fuck her."

"Mmm, in time," Iva said. "But not yet."

Cindy kept one hand on the dildo while she reached between her sister's legs and teased Iva's clit with the other. Iva started shaking and groaning with ecstasy as she came.

Finally, the women seemed done teasing us. Iva climbed into Dad's lap, reached around her back, took hold of Dad's fat cock, and started jerking him.

Cindy came up beside me, turned her back to me, and draped one statuesque leg over my thighs. She bent forward, pushing her firm, round ass into my face. I took her hips in my hands, pulling her ass closer still, and ran my tongue up and down the deep crevasse separating her meaty cheeks, pulled them apart so I could swirl my tongue around her brown bud. Reaching between my legs, Cindy took the massive tree stump that was my cock in her hands and jerked it slowly while I continued giving her a rimjob.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw that Iva had let my father force his monster inside her tight vag. Her eyes bulged and she slumped against him, her back limp, like she was about to melt and slide off of him.

"Sorry, stud, I'm not sure I'm ready to put that gigantic thing in my ass," Cindy said as she guided my stiff, bulbous head to her vaginal opening.

"Fine by me," I said, pulling her down into my lap. I rammed every inch of my dick inside her all at once. She gasped, hissing her next few breaths through clenched teeth. Inside, she gripped tighter than tight. Ever so slowly, she relaxed, her walls pulsating.

"Oh, fuck," she said, leaning back and laying her head against my right shoulder. As she tweaked one of her rock-hard nipples, she said, "God, I've never felt so full."

I ran my hands over her beautiful body. Cindy rocked slowly on my lap, not so much letting my cock slide in and out of her as grinding her ass against me.

She smiled back at me, then leaned forward. Her small hands dug into my shins. Those gorgeous ass cheeks clenched and unclenched as she rocked to and fro, pushing first soft pillows then hard rocks against me. The simple pleasure of watching her ass work was almost enough to make me burst, nevermind the warm, wet hole engulfing my cock or the things she was doing from inside.

But I'd had enough of this showing off. I gripped her shoulder to keep her from rising up off my cock. Then I planted my other hand on one of her hips. Holding her firmly in place, I started thrusting my hips up at her with all my power, moving exponentially faster than a normal human could.

Cindy started convulsing in ecstasy almost instantly, and I felt her cum gush over my balls. She hooked her feet behind my ankles, leaned back, and held onto my neck with both hands. I slid one hand down, one up, gripping her breasts like handles, and renewed my assault on her pussy. It took a few minutes before she reached another climax. I felt the power I'd used to ravage her, and then some, flow into me as she did.

Gasping for air, Cindy pulled her sweaty blonde locks together and draped them over the front of her shoulder. "Jesus, Frank. I don't know where you learned to do that, but that was just about seven different kinds of perfect."

I kissed the newly exposed back of her neck. "What can I say, you bring it out of me."

"Mmm," she said, rubbing my swollen balls. "You still haven't gotten off."

I licked her earlobes. "Getting there."

"Let's try something different," she said. Showing a propensity for contortion that I'd never realized she possessed, Cindy raised one thigh up to her chest, slid around without rising off my cock, and draped that one leg over my shoulder, the other nestled between my legs. Again, she wrapped both hands tightly around my neck. The softness of her inner thigh pressed slightly against my balls. She stared hungrily into my eyes, kissing me furtively, as she gyrated from side to side, taking me deeper and deeper into her womb.

I planted one hand on her nearer ass check, which was stretched taut. The sharp curve of her thick, hard buttocks meeting her sleek thighs was unlike anything I'd ever felt. With my other hand, I cupped one of her soft breasts.

Was it the most effective position ever? Not really. But the novelty of it, the flexibility it required, and the way it let me explore her luscious curves with my hands while staring into her beautiful blue eyes, definitely had the intended effect.

And on top of that, I was fairly sure she was doing something inside my head. All of a sudden, every sensation was twice as intense. Jolts of electricity shot up my palms as they ran over her smooth skin. My hands had become sex organs on par with the foreskin of my cock. Simply touching her was almost overwhelmingly pleasurable.

My body erupted in one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever experienced. Cum blasted out of my cock. My head spun, and I found myself gasping for air.

Cindy smiled then pulled me in for a kiss. Her one leg was now pressed tight between our shoulders, which didn't strike me as particularly comfortable, but she didn't seem to care.

After a long, passionate kiss, she pulled back. Finally, she lowered her leg from my shoulder and started to climb out of my lap.

I pulled her back down by her round, tight ass cheeks. Her knees slid up onto the couch, pressed against my hips. She smiled, wiggled her nose at me while delivering a series of rapid-fire kisses. In between, she asked, "Thirst not quenched yet?"

"Not by a long shot," I said.

She ran her hands through my hair, pressed her nails into the nape of my neck with enough pressure to be arousing but far from painful. "That's good. Very good."

Without taking my hands from her ass, I pulled her into me, pushed her away, pulled her back in, bucking my hips at the same time. At first I tried to maneuver my hips to make sure my cock angled towards her G-spot. Then I remembered I didn't need to obey the laws of anatomy. I focused my effort, picturing my cock bending sharply back towards me, then curling back out again, like an plumber's snake. It pointed right at the spongy flesh immediately above her opening, stimulating the pleasure center behind her clitoris.

Cindy gasped and collapsed against my chest, arms like rubber. "Oh, yes, yes, keep doing that! Holy shit, that's amazing!"

I slapped her ass hard, and picked up my pace.

Her breathing accelerated. You could almost believe she was running a race, so rapid and heavy was her panting against my neck.

Then I upped the ante farther, taking her earlobe in my mouth and making it just a little bit less sensitive than her clit. Like she'd done to my hands.

The blood rushing through her as she came sent waves of heat rolling off her. Or maybe it wasn't blood. Perhaps it was only on a metaphysical level that I felt her climax spread through her body. But one way or another, I felt it, and I drank it in greedily.

Finally, Aunt Cindy poured herself from my lap onto the floor, limbs too weak and shaky to stand up. A smile spilt her cheeks though. "Wow," she managed after a time.

I knelt down and kissed her on the forehead, ran my hands through her sweaty hair. "Thanks for that. Get yourself a drink. I have a feeling you'll be up and going again soon."

Her eyes glassy, she looked in my general direction. Her head nodded hollowly and she scrambled to her feet, with generous assistance from the coffee table. Her knees buckled a few times as she made her way over to the minibar, but each step was marginally more confident, more steady, than the one before.

I wasn't sure how I knew this was possible, but I'd siphoned just the right amount of energy off of her to get a huge boost without putting her out of commission for more than a few minutes. Had I taken any more, she would need some real time to recover. 

Iva was still riding Dad with abandon. His eyes were rolled back, his tongue hanging out, and I wasn't sure if he even knew what was happening any more or if she was just using his stiff dick as a flesh-and-blood dildo.

For a moment, I just sat and watched my aunt work. Damn, she was beautiful. Blondes weren't my type, and while she was a bit softer than her sister, she still wasn't quite as voluptuous as I preferred. Her ass could afford to be a good deal bigger, though it was pretty nicely shaped. But I had to admit, her breasts were pretty much perfect. Much as I did enjoy playing with Mom's oversized funbags, even I had to admit they didn't look right. Looking at Mom was like looking at a Dali painting. She looked too realistic to be anything other than real, but at the same time, you knew that it was impossible for what you were seeing to occur. Iva had a slamming body, but not one that defied logic.

And she was awfully pretty. Those soft, full lips. Those big, brown eyes. That porcelain skin. Perfect bone structure. Her smile could melt any man's heart.

I came up behind her, pushed her knees towards one another, forcing Dad's legs together at the same time. Leaning over her, I nibbled her shoulder, neck and ears.

"Hey, there, stud," she said. "Cindy couldn't keep up with you?"

"Nope. Looks like Dad's not much more use to you either."

She kept thrusting. "Sure he is. Not sure he's with me mentally, but he's still hard."

I licked my thumb, ran it in circles around her asshole, pushed gently against the smooth flesh. Her ass opened up readily, as if it was no harder for her to open it wide than it was her mouth. My thumb slid all the way in to the second knuckle.

"Mmm," she said. "That's nice. Would you like to join the party?"

"Don't mind if I do."

I opened my legs wide, as if sitting on a stool that wasn't there, and lined my fat cock up with her gaping ass hole as I took my thumb out. Her hole didn't close.

After the head was inside her, she finally started to relax, letting her hole close around my cock. Slowly, easing no more than an eighth or a quarter of an inch farther in with each mini-thrust, I worked my way in until I was balls-deep.

With the last stroke, my pelvis pressed against her buttocks, Iva gasped. "God, it's huge. I thought it was just going to keep going, inch after inch, forever."

"Can you handle it? I can make it smaller."

"No, no, keep it the way it is," she said. One hand still planted on Dad's meaty shoulder, she reached back with the other, running her soft palm down my cheek. "Good fucking lord of monkey balls, it's big though."

My hands cupped her huge breasts. Quite a bit bigger than Cindy's. They were nowhere near as large as Mom's monsters, but for her petite frame, they were awfully generous. And they felt wonderful. Her thick nipples were firm, but puffy, despite standing at attention so much that there could be no doubt that they were fully engorged.

At first, I kept up with her pace, the two of us moving as one as she impaled herself on my passive father's still erect cock. But before long, I started to add an undercurrent, thrusting into her two or three times for every slap of her hips against Dad's thighs. I picked up the pace further still, and soon my balls slapped into her ass five times as often as she rocked back and crashed forward onto Dad's cock. She was shuddering almost constantly.

Then I remembered what Cindy had done to me and I to her. I gradually made Iva's nipples more sensitive. I did the same to her neck, which I was still licking and kissing.

I wasn't sure I could imagine anything better. She smelled so good. Felt so good. The way she moved, the sounds of pure ecstasy she made. I wasn't going to last long either.

Though I'd almost though I'd poured too much energy into amplifying her tactile senses, risking sensory overload, she held out. Her breathing accelerated, and she shuddered with ecstasy far more often. There was no question it was having some effect.

But nowhere near what I'd thought it would have.

However, when she at last succumbed to the looming orgasm, I almost thought she was having a seizure. Hwever, I came at the same time. My balls convulsed as they pumped my hot cum into her ass. So neither of us got to feed off the other.

With a series of soft kisses on the back of her neck and across her shoulders, more affectionate than sexual, I pulled out and stood back. Iva climbed slowly, shakily, out of Dad's lap. But she recovered almost immediately.

For my part, I felt a bit shaky too. Not much more than her, if at all. But with all the effort I'd put forth, I'd rather expected a different outcome.

Iva glided over to me. One hand sought purchase on my bulging biceps. The other ran down my hair, over my cheek. Her provocative lips were flushed deep red. "That was...," she didn't finish the sentence, just smiled.

I kissed her deeply. It was one of the best kisses I'd ever experienced. Those lips were almost unfair. What man could hope to resist her?

With a playful tap for one of her supple ass cheeks, I led her to the mini-bar.

Cindy stood there, rubbing her pussy almost absent-mindedly. Her eyes looked more focused though. With one hand still on the small of Iva's back, I slid the other up and down the swell of Cindy's ass. "Feeling better?"

She leaned back. "Better? Is it possible to feel better than you just made me feel?"

"Less weak, then," I asked.

Cindy nodded slowly. "Yes. Not ready for another go yet, but soon."

"Good," I said. "You should see if you can't feed some energy to Dad. Do you know how to do that?"

"Yeah," she said. "I know what to do."

I kissed her a few more times, slapped her gorgeous ass, and then turned my attention back to Iva. If I'd done anything to faze her, she'd already good and recovered.

"Hey there," I said, pressing myself against her back while she fixed herself a drink.

"Sent my sister away so you could have me to yourself, huh?" she asked.

I slid a hand up her stomach, which was just a little soft, towards her huge breasts. With the gentlest touch that still technically qualified as touching, I ran a finger over a swollen nipple. As I did, I buried my face in her neck, smelling her hair.

"Don't tell me you're getting weak already?" she added.

I chuckled. "No, no. Plenty of life left in me yet."

The door to Dad's office opened. Mark walked in, a manilla folder tucked under his arm. "Here for my--" He surveyed the scene, jaw agape. He glanced from me and the women to Dad, and back. Then he glanced behind him, as if he was considering leaving. 

"Come on in," I said.

He looked at Dad, who was slowly stirring.

"You sure?" The question wasn't direct at me, but all of us.

"Oh, absolutely, baby," Cindy said, a hand on her hip. "Mommy's been wondering when she'd get the chance to see what Iva's been raving about."

Mark cleared his throat, skittered into the room, and closed the door behind him.

I didn't take my hand off of Iva's lovely breast. Nibbling her neck a few more times, I asked, "You hear that? Another toy for you to play with."

"Or for Cindy to play with," she said with a bit of a sharp edge.

I wasn't sure what to make of that.

"Looks like she forgot about reviving Dad."

Iva shrugged. "Guess so."

Cindy had pulled Mark into the couch caddy-corner to the one Dad was trying to evacuate. Her shapely legs were tucked under her heavenly ass, her hands holding Mark's in her lap. She nuzzled his neck, whispered in his ear.

Sighing, I went over to Dad. "You okay?"

He nodded, the movement slow and lifeless, like a puppet. "Working on it."

I refreshed his bourbon and bought it to him. When I handed it to him, I passed some of my energy to him. I don't know what that made me uneasy. Just because we normally only exchanged energy during orgasm didn't mean I was having a sexual experience wit my father. I was just helping to rejuvenate him. That was all. He blinked his eyes a few times, took a sip of his bourbon. "She really took it out of me."

"Can't get enough of you. She didn't even stop after you went zombie on her."

He smiled, gave his cock a shake. "I've got the goods."

I looked away. "Yeah, you have." Without looking at him, I clapped him on the shoulder. "Come on, pop. No falling down on the job."

"No, not me," he said, finally getting to his feet.

Within a few minutes, Dad and Mark were giving it to Cindy good. Dad was fucking her mouth and Mark her snatch. Mark's eyes were about ready to pop out of his head, and his movements were overly enthusiastic.

"You didn't have to do that," Iva said when I came back to stand by her. "And you could have told Mark to get lost. He looked about ready to do so anyway."

"I know. But it's not like I can handle the two of you by myself."

She fretted at her obnoxiously full upper lip with her glistening tongue. Jesus, that was hot. "That's pretty sweet of you." There was a less than subtle tone of surprise in her voice. And something else. Admiration?

I shrugged. "Well, I'm not above trying to trade in the brownie points it sounds like I just earned, so don't be too impressed."

She laughed, then leaned in, her mouth so close to my ear that I could feel her hot breath. "Duly noted. What do you say you give me that beautiful cock of yours one more time before we rejoin the others and we'll call it a wash, hmm?"

As we fucked each other, I had the sense that it must have looked like we were trying to push ourselves bodily inside one another. Despite being tangled together, lips locked, holding hands with fingers squeezed tight enough to send jolts of pain up our arms, our other arms wrapped tight around each other's necks, and our hips rushing to meet the other's thrust, it was as if we both still had an intense need to get even closer.




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I can't quite describe what happened after that. Her lower legs wrapped around and around my calves like the thin straps of women's sandals. The kind that tie up near the knee. Neither of us really grew extra limbs, but somehow it was as if our hands were in ten places at once. Maybe we did have extra hands. I wasn't even sure. But while I was still holding her thin hand in one of mine, and holding her close with the hand on her neck, still other hands ran over her smooth thighs, the gentle curves of her calves, her supple little ass, and gripped her oversized breasts in my hands. I kneading them, tweaked her nipples, mashed them together, cupped them gently, all at once. Or so it seemed. Meanwhile, she gripped my cannon-ball shoulders, caressed and squeezed my heaving biceps, pressed her hands against my chest, and bounced small fists against my rock-hard abs.

To some extent, we were trying to satisfy each other. And, at least on one level, that was something of a selfless act. But at the same time, it was a war. Each of us was trying to get the other to submit first, so that they could claim their spoils and slake their thirst for sexual energy.

Except that wasn't quite right. With Brianna, it would have been. And with Mom, there wouldn't have been much of a competitive feel to it at all. But with Iva, while there was a definite sense that we were both trying our hardest to "win", I thought that maybe, at least for her, this had as much to do with sizing up my relative position in our family's pecking order as it did the prize that awaited the victor of our little contest.

As luck would have it, we came at the same time.

Again.

I swam in a sea of bliss. But I recovered, and focused on drawing her essence into me.

No, not her essence. That made it sound like I could destroy her if I drank too hard.

Something in the back of my mind suggested that maybe that was true after all, but it still didn't seem like the appropriate term. Maybe the essence of her desire.

Whatever it was, I was trying my best to take it from her. But, of course, she was doing the same. And doing it well.

I certainly didn't take more than her. I wasn't even sure I could claim that it was even. But if she'd bested me, it wasn't by a great margin.

Small victories, I guess.

Aunt Iva stroked my hair, kissed me repeatedly between gasps for air. "I lov-"

I put a finger to her luscious lips. "Whoa, whoa."

She laughed hysterically and kissed me a few more times. Each kiss was light, the touch of her lips fleeting. But addictive as hell all the same. "You're cute. But don't be silly. I barely even know you."

Of course she hadn't been about to say that. And it would be really awkward if she had. So why did her prompt dismissal of my comment sting like that?

"That said," she added, "it's perhaps possible that I might be a little bit interested in doing something about that. Maybe. So don't look so crestfallen, huh?" She kissed me again, deeply this time.

Fuck. I'd thought only Brianna could bring me so close to an orgasm with a simple kiss.

Well, and Grandma. I kept forgetting about her, since she wasn't around much.

"I was going to say," she continued, "that I love the way you know exactly what I want. That was so intense. I kept thinking I was about to get the upper hand, but you were always ready for me, even if you never managed to get much of an advantage yourself."

I gave her tiny little hint of a love handle a gentle pinch. "Yeah, it was pretty good. And you've got some idea of what you're doing yourself, I daresay."

"Ya think?" she said with a chuckle. Then she pinched my nose between two fingers. "I don't want to, but we should join the others," she whispered, my head cradled in her hands.

Copping one last feel of her delicious breasts, I whispered back, "Probably."

"Your mother is a lucky woman," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, come on. It's rolling off you like smoke from a fire."

"I didn't know you could read people like that," I said.

"You've got an insane amount of raw power for someone your age," she said with a wan smile. "And some idea of how to use it. But I see why Brianna is only a little scared."

With that, she climbed out of my lap.

I grabbed her hand. "Wait. Tell me more."

"Later, sweetie. Meet me for drinks tonight at the bar across the street. But for now...," the sentence trailed off as her eyes flicked over to the other couch, where a newly invigorated Dad was punishing Cindy's pussy while Mark was going to town on her ass.

I nodded. "Okay. Say around eight?"

"That works."

After Cindy thrashed her way through an apparently very intense orgasm, the guys peeled off her. Mark stood and gave Iva a huge. Dad pulled his sister back down on top of him. I approached them from behind. "Now, may I have your ass?" I asked Aunt Cindy.

"Please do," she said.



Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 13



Homelands: Autumn

Part One

Chapter Thirteen

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You might want to read Chapters One through Twelve first.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy. Supernatural forces play a prominent role throughout the novel.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.

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Heading down the stairs back to my office, I ran into Mom. She was wearing a black dress suitable for an upscale social event. At least, it might have been if not for the fact that it was entirely too skimpy up top to be worn without something either beneath or on top of it. The damned thing barely covered her areola. Otherwise, it fit her perfectly, even though no mortal woman had proportions even remotely close to hers. Her black thigh-high stockings and sensible heels were no less flattering.

Had I just a few minutes ago been starting to think that maybe a woman didn't need Mom's extreme curves, that an ass of Cindy's size and musculature was pretty much perfect and breasts larger than Iva's were, like Jack had said, simply unnecessary? Such thoughts evaporated within an instant of looking upon my mother.

If there was anything about her that was even a hair's breadth short of perfect in my eyes, it was her face. Nonetheless, she was beautiful, even if she wasn't breathtakingly, painfully, so.

No doubt about it. My mother had it going on. When Iva was in my arms and Mom was out of sight, apparently I could sort of lose sight of that. But only temporarily.

Mom smiled at me. "I was just looking for you. No one is at their cubicle. Strange."

"Yeah, a real mystery."

She offered a faint grin, flicked her eyebrows up and down. "What've you been up to?"

"I had a meeting with the president," I said.

"Right," she said. "Wouldn't want our fake company to let its books get out of order."

"Well, I was in Dad's office. Told me he didn't care if I slept with you," I said.

She laughed. "As if it's up to him."

I shrugged. "Seemed like hat was a segue to asking me to keep away from Aunt Cindy. He never quite finished the sentence, though, because just then, she came in. With Iva."

Mom's mouth tightened. "That so."

I placed my hand on Mom's shoulder. "Wasn't it you who said it's just sex?"

She bounced her head from side to side, as if to say, "Yeah, yeah, yeah." What she said instead was, "Remember how I used to tell you to do as I say, not as I do?"

I smiled faintly, then kissed her on the forehead. "So, yeah, I fucked the both of them. And I won't pretend I didn't enjoy it. But running into you is still the highlight of my day."

She nodded, tapped her hand against mine. "Good."

I pulled her close against me, kissed her lightly on the lips.

Mom slid a hand under the hem of my untucked shirt, caressed my rock-hard abs. "I told you that I'd like to have a go with Jack. I did. We had a threesome. With Natalie."

Should I have been upset that she'd let Jack share her with another woman after being dodgy about whether she'd let me do the same?

Maybe. But I was just glad she hadn't said anything about Dom. Moreover, picturing Mom eating Natalie out made a nice mental image. "How was she?" I asked.

"She gets the job done all right." Mom blushed.

I kissed her deeply, running a hand through her silky tresses.

"Mmm, what was that for?" she asked.

"Do I need a reason?" I asked.

She smiled, touched her nose against mine in an Eskimo kiss. "Not at all."

"So." I said. "Does that mean you've had enough pussy for one day?"

Mom smiled, pinched my nose playfully. Just like she used to, when I was young. Just like Iva had, a rather short time ago. I wasn't sure how to feel about that. On the one hand, realizing that Iva's cute little gesture felt familiar for a reason endeared her to me further, and I already had the sense that we were going to get along just swimmingly. On the other hand, for precisely that reason, I felt a fresh wave a guilt, even stronger than the one that had hit me when I realized I'd briefly questioned whether Mom's figure might in fact be too curvaceous even for me. I pushed both thoughts away for the time being.

Letting go of my nose, Mom said, "I can postpone my need to get fucked by several guys at once for a little while, I think. Hopefully, you realize I have every right to share Jack with another woman without offering to do the same for you, if I so choose. But fortunately for you, I don't...so choose." She twisted her lips up in a frown at the awkward phrasing.

"Has nothing to do with you actually wanting to taste some more pussy?"

She kissed me softly. "It really doesn't. I don't have anything against that, mind you. But I can easily go without it. I was never as into women as my sister was. Come to think of it, I wonder if maybe part of the reason there was so much tension between Liz and I was because I didn't fuck her more often." She stared off into the distance, a pensive look on her face. "Anyway, I'm agreeing to this because of how much I enjoy making my baby happy."

I flicked one of Mom's evidently hardening nipples through her dress. "I can see that."

"So what do you say we go find my sister?"

I took her hand and led her up the stairs back to the executive level.

We found Vince stumbling out of Tara's office, buttoning his dress-shirt back up. He nodded to us. "Afternoon," he said with a smile. "She's getting cleaned up."

Once inside Tara's office, I swept my eyes across the room. It was almost as well appointed as Dad's. Not quite as big, but still far from small.

Then I noticed that Todd was sitting on one of the leather couches, looking pretty good and drained. His eyes were distant. He didn't even acknowledge our presence as he slowly scrambled to his feet and shuffled out the door.

Aunt Tara stood with her back to us, staring out the window. As we watched, her hair went from being a damp, tangled bird's nest to a perfect sheet of red beauty. She wore a bright blue silk robe that hung only halfway down her generous ass. She also wore baby blue stockings that reached most of the way up her thighs.

I noted that her skin was glowing rather brightly. But with how drained Todd and Vince were, it would have been a surprise if that wasn't the case. She'd obviously feasted well.

Her ass was not as large as Mom's, but it was a good deal closer to being so than anyone else's. It wasn't as tight as Cindy's, but it was firmer than Mom's. For its size, it didn't make much sense that it was as solid as it appeared to be. Her hips were unrealistically wide compared to her waist, like Mom's, though not nearly to the same degree. Overall, her figure was pretty much a mix of that of her two older sisters. Not a bad combination.

Tara looked over her shoulder at us. Her electric blue eyes made my breath catch. Those striking eyes were framed by heavily made up eyelids and a forest of thick lashes. Her brows were just as full and perfectly shaped as Mom's, if not as dark. They were a mix of deep red and dark brown. Her lips were far from thin, but not quite as full as Mom's, let alone Iva's. Slight hints of maturity showed at the corners of her eyes.

"Nice to see you again, El," she said. She had a super cute, high-pitched voice, like Brianna. Not so high-pitched that it was squeaky and annoying. Just very feminine.

"How are you enjoying this little escape from reality?" Mom asked.

"Escape? You mean you don't remember? We're closer to reality now than when we're drifting through that dreadfully boring mortal coil. If one must leave the Homelands, working a job and trying to fit in with mortals is a torture none of us ought ever have to suffer."

She finally turned around. The robe was tied shut in the front, but the two halves weren't pulled together, leaving the swells of her breasts exposed. They were gorgeous. There was no difference in color between her breasts and any other part of her, she was so pale. They were large and firm, and they pressed against one another even without a bra.

Fuck. I could barely focus on what she was saying, I was so crazed with lust.

"...time I added Frank to the list. Plus, I've wanted to taste your pussy for a long, long time. Since I was a teenager. I can't tell you how sad I was that you left home before I came of age. If Liz hadn't still been at home, I might have gone insane."

Mom's voice was low and breathy when she replied. "Oh, my." Then she furrowed her brow. "Did we never...it's not like I never came home to visit."

Tara looked confused. "Did our lovely niece scramble your brains that badly? Tell me you at least remember why I was exiled?"

"Well, I guess most of it's coming back, now that you mention it."

Tara slowly drifted over to her mini-bar. "What about your son?" She glanced at me, her piercing blue eyes sending a shiver down my spine. "Frank, honey, do you know why you never saw me or your cousins growing up?"

"Because grandma and grandpa didn't approve of--"

Tara laughed, holding one hand over her heaving bosom. "Is that what you told him? That it was about race? How...American."

"I was going to say that you were raising the kids alone."

Her shoulders slouched, mouth turned down. "Oh, you poor dear. Your mother has really sheltered you. The father of my children didn't leave me. I Devoured him."

"Devo-"

She unstoppered a bottle of cognac. "Yes. Devoured. Either of you care for a drink?"

"Please," Mom said.

Tara approached us, each step falling perfectly in line with the previous one. Fuck, did she have a set of hips. Just watching her strut a few steps across her office, without heels, had me ready to pounce on her.

She handed us each a snifter. "You have so much power, El. If not for having Devoured a few guys in my time, I'd be much weaker than you. The way our sweet, well-behaved Liz was. If only you weren't afraid to use it."

The way Liz was?

That explained why she was the only one of us that wasn't here. Her and Uncle Jim.

Suddenly, as hot as Tara was, sex was the last thing on my mind. Poor Liz.

"I'm not afraid. I just saw how our mother suffered when she was queen, and I had no desire to go through that, nor to see my children do so."

"So it was, what, true love that made you marry the only son of the wench that deposed our mother? Was it also love that led you to pledge fealty to a Farrier queen when your family thought we should take the throne right back?"

My head reeled. Why didn't I know any of this?

"Don't even. You know nothing about marriage, or love," Mom said. Her nostrils flared, and I could feel the heat of her anger. "I'd forgotten what you could be like. At any rate, the throne is back in our family now. What more do you want?"

"Well, I'd have liked to be the one sitting atop it, for starters," Tara said with a sweep of one delicate hand, gesturing towards herself. "Well, at least, that was what I thought for a long time. But Brianna seems to be making a real go of it. I don't think I'll actually have any real trouble contenting myself with serving as one of her vassals. She's really a magnificent, beautiful, young woman, with the power and conviction to bend the world to her desires. I almost wonder how that happened, with you and Liz for role models."

"She's made you-"

Tara slid a hand around Mom's waist. With the other, she gripped the back of Mom's neck, and kissed her deeply. Tara was only a couple inches taller than Mom, but she nonetheless towered over the older woman.

Mom swooned, her spine melting. She nearly dropped her brandy. Some of it spilled on the tiled floor, but the glass remained in her hand.

"Yes, she has. And she's looking for more. She's got her sights set on your son."

"Why me?" I asked without thinking.

Tara let go of Mom and slipped up in front of me. She ran her blood-red nails over my cheek while she stared up into my eyes. "Well, sweetie, it's not such a mystery. Perhaps because power is positively rolling off of you. Were you gifted with that Libido, or have you Dev—-No. No, doesn't feel like it. But you do know what it means. That much was clear. So. Have you witnessed it? Surely hearing about it second hand wouldn't be enough to drain the color from your face at the mere mention of the word?"

Images ran through my head. Brianna. A white gazebo.

One moment, poor Jaryd had been underneath her. The inside her. Then gone. Perhaps inside her still, in a rather different sense.

I also remembered how she'd smiled afterwards.

I gave one curt nod in assent.

Mom reached out took my hand in hers. "Oh, Frank. Why didn't you tell me? You never should have had to see something like that. I should have kept you away from all this."

"Anyway, don't take this the wrong way, but I didn't mean to give the impression she's singled you out alone amongst all of us. This little bubble is a recruitment exercise. Todd and Natalie have both agreed to be vassals, and I've just about talked all three of my kids into it too. Oh, and of course, there's Dom. He was her vassal even before this, naturally. I mean, he is her Shadow, after all."

Mom didn't look surprised, but it certainly sounded like Tara had just dropped some bombs on us. I didn't know what any of that meant enough to be fazed by them any more than my mother was, but I did catch the capital S in Shadow.

Aunt Tara slid her hand down to my chest, slipping past the buttons as a hot knife through butter. "But that's not to say you aren't special. I can sense that when you unleash your full potential, you'll be absolutely frightening."

She grabbed me behind the ears and pulled me down for a kiss.

I could see why Mom just about melted. There were no words for it. Waves of ecstasy radiated through my body, and I very nearly ejaculated.

She had to be near Brianna in power. Maybe stronger. Not as strong as my grandmother, if I had to guess, but certainly stronger than my mother.

My aunt pulled away, started to settle back to her feet, then suddenly leaned back up and planted another furtive kiss on my lips, mouth closed. Then she tapped my mouth with two fingers as she transferred her weight back onto her heels. "Impressive resistance."

Was it? I for one was not impressed with myself.

Tara's voice dropped to a whisper. "I actually put something into that kiss, you know."

She turned and strode back to her desk, hopped up on it and crossed her legs. Her thighs were mighty appetizing. They were far too full and soft not to have dimples or cellulite, but nonetheless, they didn't. Which wasn't really a surprise. None of the women in the family had the least of those sorts of imperfections. Not even my mother, whose thighs and ass were even fuller and softer than Tara's.

But even so, it never ceased to amaze me.

"Relax, already," Tara said to us, with a smile. "I'm going to go easy on you." The smile turned a bit wicked. "And, for the record, El, I have changed. I'm still not who you'd have me be, of course, but I'm certainly not the little girl you once knew."

I hadn't known that little girl, and that was plenty apparent even to me.

Mom edged closer to me. Her hand went under my shirt, to the small of my back, and rubbed the thick cords of muscle. "I see that," Mom said, her voice flat.

Despite her words, I could sense her desire. It was quite intense.

And I felt mine returning. I wished it weren't, but I couldn't deny that it was.

Tara looked me up and down some more. "Now, obviously, Todd is hotter. And Dom simply exudes confidence. But Frank is actually the prize of the litter, isn't he?"

Mom ran her nails up and down my back, sending jolts of electricity across my skin. "That he is," she said.

I stood up a bit straighter, feeling.

Tara chewed her lower lip. "Yeah. I don't doubt it."

"And he's a fast learner," Mom said, beaming up at me.

Tara quaffed her cognac, polishing it off in one go. "Let's get to it then. I'm about ready to explode." With that, she laid on her back and cast the flaps of her robe to the sides.

What seduction. What subtlety. Yet, I was powerless to resist.

Slipping behind Mom as she walked over to the desk, I leaned forward and whispered, "Would you mind going down on her while I fuck you from behind?"

By way of an answer, she slid a hand behind her back and tapped the head my cock through my pants. Then her nails half-tickled and half-scratched at my erection.

Per my request, Mom cradled her head between her sister's sweet thighs. Without bothering to take my pants off physically, I willed myself naked. While I was at it, I added a few inches to my height, grew stubble, broadened my jaw, and rather than packing on bulk like I usually did, just focused on slimming my waist and flaring my shoulders. I also exaggerated the size of my biceps. But the rest of my muscles, I simply toned.

Finally, I focused on my main equipment. First, I thickened my cock to significantly more than twice it's normal girth and almost twice it's length. About as big as I could take it without it being too big for Mom to take comfortably. She could take more than most any mortal woman, of course. As could any of the women of our kind, even those with less supernatural ability than Mom. But even she had limits.

Besides, I then also grew two more cocks. And I intended to bury all three inside her.

One was immediately below my real dick. It was every bit as thick, but shorter. By about half. The other was a little bit above, so that I could fit my forefinger in the space between the second and third cocks. This one had an entirely different shape. Rather than the head being the thickest part, it was the thinnest. In fact, the whole thing was tapered sharply so that each inch I fed into Mom's ass would stretch her sphincter just a bit wider.

After lubing up my cock and Mom's ass, I took hold of her hips, hiked up the hem of her cocktail dress, and set about sliding them in. Two in the pink, one in the stink.

Mom grunted. I paused. After a few moments, she relaxed and I proceeded, slowly.

"Your boy has some real size, does he?" Tara asked, running her fingers through Mom's inky black tresses. "Good to know."

As soon as I felt that Mom was fully comfortable, I launched myself into full assault. My hands slid up from her hips, pulled the pathetic attempts at propriety away from her massive breasts, and gripped them tightly in my fists.

God, that turned me on.

Not that they felt all that different than any other breasts. But the sheer size of them and the thrill of knowing that these were the sacs that nourished me when I was an infant, drove me insane. It might have been mostly the latter, to be honest.

Sometimes, when fucking my mother, she was just a very attractive woman for whom I cared deeply. Other times, the full extent of what we were doing hit me like a ton of bricks.

She might look very little like the woman who still nagged me about not eating my veggies whenever I came home from college, but it was most definitely her.

As I thrust in and out of my mother, moving at incomprehensible speed, I watched her fat, white ass ripple. The shockwaves extended to her generous thighs and hips.

Hard as it was to concentrate on a third application while actively maintaining my extra cocks and speeding up my movements, I nonetheless threw some energy into shielding myself from the tidal wave of pleasure I felt as I slid in and out of my mother's two lovely holes.

Mom must have been doing the same. Almost ten minutes went by, the whole time my hips moving so fast that I was sure that a camera would pick up nothing but a vague flesh-colored cloud, and Mom hadn't really exploded yet. A series of mini orgasms swept over her every so often, her knees trembling and small bursts of cum dribbling down from her juicy folds to my balls. But these only set the stage for the main event.




Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 13



When I heard Tara's breathing escalate, saw her fist clench real tight on Mom's hair, I stopped shielding myself from the onslaught of pleasure.

Connected to Mom more deeply than ever before, I not only sensed the energy entering her from both ends as both Tara and I exploded, but I could even sense the reservoir that contained it. Perhaps that was what Tara had referred to as a Libido, capital L. I couldn't see it as a concrete image, but I could feel it, on a metaphysical level. Like I'd been noticing people's emotions for a while and without quite realizing what was going on.

I hadn't clearly sensed a Libido before, so I had no concept of whether Mom's was large or small, beautiful or ordinary. But it was a striking sensation.

Mom was taking a trickle from Tara. On my end, it was more like a fire hydrant.

As I pulled out of her, I stumbled and almost went to my knees. I let the two additional dicks evaporate, staunching the flow of energy bleeding out of me.

Tara propped herself up on her elbows. Her heavy breasts pooled nicely between her ribs and her abs as she did so. Her legs were still spread wide, bent at the knees. "Well, stud? You ready to show me what you can do with your tongue?"

I took Mom's place between Tara's powerful thighs. They closed around my neck and I couldn't help thinking that with a flick of her hips, she could pop my head off.

Mom knelt beneath me, her back to the desk upon which Tara lay. My massive cock dangled between my legs, pointing more or less straight at my mother's mouth. She engulfed me immediately, taking me all the way back into her throat.

It took a good deal of what energy I had left to avoid erupting right away. Fuck. For once, I wished my mother wasn't so good at giving blowjobs. When I'd grown the three dicks, I'd thought I might try to drain Mom. At the last minute, I'd decided to let her feast freely on me. Now I wished I'd managed to hold back a little.

I started off slow and teasing with Tara, licking around her labia. She tasted like apples. As I worked, I alternately fondled her breasts and caressed or squeezed her thighs.

More importantly, I poured energy into her, beginning with a slight trickle but gradually escalating to steady flow. All that went towards heightening her senses, so that everything I did would be two or three times as pleasurable.

If this didn't work, I'd be in big trouble. My tank was running desperately low.

Each motion precise and measured, I built her up, eased back, stimulated her further, only to back away again. I made sure not to stick to a predictable pattern. When she presumably would be thinking she was about to receive a quick flick of my tongue to her inner lips, I either did nothing or slid under the slight hood protecting her swollen clitoris and flicked my tongue back and forth at inhuman speed for several agonizing seconds.

Slowly, I drew on my power yet more and more, making my tongue bend and stretch in ways it never could have, or allowing it to be in several places at once. I tongue-fucked her juicy slit, probing the depths of her womb. I placed my flat tongue over her vulva and rolled it like a wave. I hardened my tongue and flicked it faster than a power tool. Eventually, I added tiny, soft spines for extra stimulation.

As they say, go big or go home.

Then I added my fingers as well. They were elongated and bent at unnatural angles. This way, I was able to pleasure every conceivable part of her vagina, while fingering her ass at the same time. Her G-spot received extra special attention.

"Oh, yeah...kid, you do...ungh, oh yeah, just like that...do have some...oh, my...real talent. Oh, god, that's it, there, yes."

Tara's head banged against the desk with a loud thump and she slammed her fists into the oak surface a moment later. Her hips pushed up against my face. She writhed and squirmed, seeking momentary release from the intensity of my performance. And found none.

Expecting her to open up at any moment, I threw everything I had left into beefing up my defenses against Mom's oral talents. In the back of my mind, I was aware I was receiving a killer blowjob. I was also aware that my next orgasm would leave me too drained to continue, even if Mom tried to show restraint. But thankfully, it no longer felt like I might lose control at any moment.

Fortunately, the same could not be said of Tara.

She exploded in my mouth. But just as I was starting to feel like I'd not only replaced the energy I'd burned up getting her to this point, she closed off. I had no idea it was possible to regain control so quickly.

After, Tara climbed down from the desk. "That wasn't half-bad." She rubbed my chest.

I bent down and kissed her. Tara arched her back, leaning up to bury her tongue in my mouth. I cupped her full ass with one hand. As I'd figured, it was much more muscular than Mom's. More so than I probably preferred, but it definitely had an appeal. 

Her hand dropped between my legs to stroke my massive python. "Okay, it's time you shove this thing as far inside me as you can. I want to feel it poking my lungs."

I picked Tara up by both of her ass cheeks, placed her on the edge of the desk. Then I added several more inches still to my height, and another quarter inch in girth to my dick for good measure. My hands slid to the backs of her thighs, just above her knees. I pulled them up to my chest, forcing her to lean back a bit. Then I pressed the head of my cock to her wet folds, sliding in without using my hands for guidance.

Mom climbed on the desk behind her sister and used one hand to frig Tara's clit while the other tweaked her nipples. As she did that, she sucked on one of her sister's earlobes.

I waited until Tara's eyes closed to drop the surprise on her. The other two cocks flopped into being again, and I took one of my hands from her thigh for only an instant to gently press them inside her. Lube appeared out of nowhere, directly on my tapered cock and in my aunt's ass. It took a while to get them all in, but I soon had two thick dicks stuffed in my aunt's tight snatch, and one smaller one in her stink-hole.

Tara slapped the desk with one hand, the other clapping over Mom's hand, trying to at least belay the stimulation of her clitoris. But Mom didn't let up. Nor did I.

Eyes about to pop out of her head, Tara gasped for air. "Shit. Oh, fuck...."

Sensing that she was about to climax, I called up some energy to suppress it.

I held Tara just a hair's breadth beneath the boiling point for a solid ten minutes while Mom continued working her clit and I fucked her two holes. When I finally took the lid off, I was surprised she didn't break Mom's nose, bucking her head back and forth.

Warm fluid sprayed my abs as Aunt Tara ejaculated. Unfortunately, the spasming of her ass and vag made me cum as well. And cum buckets at that.

I'd thought I'd be able to resist. But somehow, she had the wherewithal to amplify my sensitivity, dramatically, at the very instant that her own orgasm overtook her.

Aunt Tara's legs jerked spasmodically a few times before turning to jelly. Her head rolled back against Mom's breasts, her neck apparently incapable of holding it up anymore. That made me think that what she'd done to me was second nature for her, practically reflex. Yet it was something I couldn't have done if I tried.

I pulled out, letting her legs drop softly. Mom eased back too, a hand behind Tara's head making sure it didn't bang against the desk.

It was only a temporary reaction, of course. Our exhaustion was primarily physical, since neither of us had lost much energy, incapable as we'd both been of draining one another. But that was all to her favor.

After a few moments, Tara rolled onto her side and slithered off the desk. Then she walked over to the couch in the corner, her step quickly turning from faltering to steady.

"You're more advanced already than I thought," Tara said, panting. "You couldn't have pulled that off if I'd been expecting it, but even so, that was impressive."

That was flattering to hear, but if that was the best I could do when she was treating this as a leisurely romp, and even then having caught her by surprise, then I wouldn't stand a snowball's chance in hell against her if she decided to drain me. Of course, I was younger, weaker, less experienced, and I'd never Devoured anyone. So why should I have had a chance? But it was still humbling to realize.

Still, Mom flashed a proud smile at me as she went over to the couch and sat beside her sister. "He is something, isn't he?"

"If I may, I'd love to see the two of you to sixty-nine while I fuck one of you in the ass," I said. "And I'd really love to see you take turns fisting each other after that. Preferably, again, while taking my fat cock in your ass."

Tara moaned, rubbing her raw pussy. "Oh, baby, that sounds like heaven. At least, all of that is okay with me. Hopefully your mother enjoys fisting."

Mom quickly assured us that she was on board too.

Without wasting any time, they got in position, with Mom kneeling atop Tara.

I sat on the edge of the coffee table, watching them for a while, stroking my thick cock. Tara's tongue was twice as long as it should be, had soft spiny bumps on it, and moved with lightning speed. Her long nails softly stretched her sister's pink lips apart, granting her access to the sweetest parts of my mother.

I leaned over the armrest of the couch and gave Mom a rimjob. But only for a minute or so. I was just dying to get back inside her. So I stood up and propped one leg up on the top of the couch, resting the other just over the edge, beside Tara's shoulder. I slapped Mom's fat ass and watched the shockwave travel across her skin. I wasn't sure I would ever get tired of watching that.

Then I whispered, "How would you like to get fucked in two asses at the same time?"

Mom moaned, wiggled her hips, and a second asshole appeared, just above the other.

Rubbing the super-slippery lube that kept appearing whenever it was needed into both holes, I sprouted a second cock. Then I reworked them both. Neither had a thick head. Neither was very long. Both were relatively thin at the tip, and very very thick at the base.

Holding onto Mom's hip with one hand, the other behind me braced against the armrest, I slowly pushed both dicks past Mom's rings of muscle.

She sighed contentedly as she opened up. I worked slowly at first. But soon Mom's hips pushed back against me, a silent hint that she wanted to be fucked harder. I picked up the pace. I also reached out metaphysically and stroked Mom's Libido with a tendril of pure sexual energy, heightening her sensitivity.

From that point, each stroke led her to shudder and moan dramatically. I also fell back on the reliable old trick of containing her pleasure to just below the point of exploding, allowing her to go through several small orgasms while the tension built up.

Only when I noticed that Mom had brought Tara to orgasm again did I let Mom reach one of her own. For that matter, without expecting it, I found myself cumming as well, shooting jets of warm spunk deep into both of Mom's assholes.

I really had to learn to stop doing that.

Tara came out of that whole exchange even further ahead of us, and Mom even weaker. Not much changed for me, since Mom had been distracted, but still. Bad news.

I let the second cock fade away like smoke from a stubbed out cigarette. "I need a break. Think you two can occupy each other for a little while?"

Their lips were locked before the words left my mouth. Watching women make love to one another didn't excite me as much as it did some men. But that was gorgeous.

With great effort, I rose from the coffee table and went to get a drink from the mini-bar. When I came back, I found Tara, crouched on her haunches, pushing her arm in and out of Mom's sopping wet pussy. I never saw so much as her wrist emerge. Mom sat on the edge of the couch, hugging her knees tightly to her chest, forcing her massive breasts to fall out to the side. With each pump of Tara's fist, she let out a series of ecstatic moans.

I knelt behind Tara, kissed a soft ass cheek. "That's a beautiful sight. Would you maybe like something nice and thick inside you too while you finish her off?"

"You bet your sweet cock I would," Tara said.

I stared in wonder at the sight before me for a bit. Mom's teeth were clenched tight. She'd drawn her arms and legs in close around her. Like she was closing herself off. But the sounds she was making and the gentle way she rocked her hips forward when Tara pushed deeper told another story altogether.

This was also the first good look at Tara's ass I'd gotten. Her cheeks were not as full as Mom's, but her hips were nearly as wide. As a result, the two halves of her gorgeous ass didn't quite touch. Her brown hole rested in a sharp trough. Beautiful. 

Hell, even her hair was more than a little pleasurable to look upon. I was sure it wasn't dyed, but that particular combination of colors didn't occur naturally very often. Tara's hair was deep blood-red.

"Are you waiting for an invitation?" Tara asked, wiggling her hips at me.

Gripping her hip with one hand while anchoring myself onto her outstretched ankle with the other, I pushed my cock into her welcoming folds. She gasped as the thick head forced her open wide, but once I was in, she pulled me deeper and deeper.

Aunt Tara trembled. "Oh, fuuuuuck. Mmm, yeah, just like that, baby."

I took my hand from her delicate ankle and slapped her ass hard enough to leave a mark.

Mom held a fistful of her jet-black hair in one hand, the nails of the other digging into the leather couch. "I think I'm gonna-"

Before Mom could finish her sentence, or do what she was announcing, I ramped up Tara's sensitivity as much as I could.

The two sisters climaxed at once. I felt Tara pull energy from Mom. Most of what she took remained with her, even though as I was standing at the ready. But not all of it.

When we all collapsed into sweaty heaps, Mom was almost completely still.

Tara stared up at the ceiling, smiling.

Offering a hand to Tara, I helped her to her feet. Her knees were unsteady, so I slipped a hand around her waist. "You okay?" I asked.

She nodded. "Better than. You?"

"Been better. Also been worse. Sure was fun, one way or another."

"Need another break then, I gather?" she asked.

I nodded.

We drank cognac together, getting to know one another. Or at least, that was how it started out. Before long, the focus of the conversation was mostly Mom. I wasn't sure how much to read into Tara's side of things though. Mom came off sounding pretty spoiled, bossy, and impressed with herself. And absolutely infatuated with their father.

Then again, I knew for myself that at least some of that was true.

I was just getting ready to announce that I thought I had enough energy to perform again, when we heard Mom stirring.

We turned to look at her. She was playing with her pussy slowly, her eyes still vacant. I slipped into the couch beside her. "Hey there. You ready for more?"

A smile spread slowly across her lips. "Mmm-hmm."

I kissed her deeply and passed some energy to her. Just a little bit.

Mom blinked her thickly-lashed lids a few times, threw her hands around me, and kissed me back passionately, as if trying to suck yet more energy from me in the process.

I slid off the couch. Tara took my place without me prompting her to do so.

The sisters went at it like new lovers, mouths hungrily sucking on everything in sight. The glow under Tara's skin was noticeably stronger now than when we'd arrived.

Mom's head slid between my aunt's thighs. Not a moment later, Tara's eyes went wide, mouth stretched into an O, as Mom guided her through a series of orgasms. Tara pressed Mom's head deeper against her sex, her fingers raking the black locks.

After a minute or two of that, Tara went limp, every muscle in her body relaxed. A few breaths later, she whispered, "That was a nice little trick, El."

I hopped onto the couch beside Tara, held my dick up in the air. "Let me fuck her ass while you continue to work your magic on her vag," I said to Mom.

Mom rocked back on her haunches, making her breasts sway. "Sounds like a plan."

Tara nodded emphatically. She slid across the couch. "But not with that monster."

"Oh, sorry," I said, forcing my cock to shrink to a more manageable size.

"That's more like it," Tara said, holding my shaft in one hand. She ran it up and down her crack, slapped her ass with it a few times, then pushed it against her well lubricated hole. The thick muscle parted slowly and stubbornly. But eventually she got the head in, gasping and shuddering as she did. After a few moments, she started bouncing up and down, letting a little more of my shaft disappear each time.

Then Mom pushed against Tara's chest, forcing her, and me, to settle back against the couch. I lifted Tara's legs up onto the couch, exposing her pussy.

Kneeling in front of us, Mom rested her hands on my knees. "This is beautiful," she said. Then the warm, soft pillows of her lips brushed over my sac. She took my balls in her mouth, one at a time, and hummed on them, before she left me and moved on to her sister.

For a while, Mom performed cunnilingus. But not long. After Tara had a quick little orgasm, Mom worked her way up to fisting the redhead.

"Oh, god, fuck, that's...so...!"

Burning up some more energy, I made my cock vibrate. It whirred in tiny circles, its range of motion utterly impossible.

Tara started to squeal as a massive orgasm wracked her body. Truly massive. About damned time. Still, I didn't allow myself to drink too heavily. She'd shown plenty of restraint herself so far. But I made sure she knew I could take a lot more if I wanted to, and that felt like a huge victory, after the way things had been going.

We peeled apart and Tara collapsed on the couch. Mom sat in my lap and we held hands, talking a little about what lay ahead, but mostly just making out.



Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 14



Homelands: Autumn

Part One

Chapter Fourteen

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You might want to read Chapters One through Thirteen first.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy. Supernatural forces play a prominent role throughout the novel.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.

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I saw at the hotel bar, staring at my watch. By 8:20, I was starting to worry that maybe Iva wasn't coming. The waiter came by to check on me and I was about to ask for the check instead of a second beer when I saw Iva from across the room.

She wore a black skirt that hung past her knees, a white blouse, and black silk vest. Sheer black stockings and black pumps rounded out the ensemble. In a certain sense, it was a modest, professional outfit. On a woman with a different body, that would have been true. But her outfit was so tight, I wondered how she was able to move. Every guy in the place stared his eyes out at her. Not that there were many in this shitty hotel bar.

If not for the provocative slit in the skirt running half way up her slender thigh, I'm not sure she could have climbed into the stool to sit across from me. She laid her tiny purse on the table and offered me a warm smile. "Sorry I'm late."

"No problem," I said. "I'm sure you had...other things to take care of."

"I was taking a nap," she said.

I snorted. "Look, it's not like I'm asking you to tell me wh-"

She slapped my forearm. "I don't care if you know who I fuck. If I was busy getting some play, I'd tell you that. Seriously, I was taking a nap. After you left, your father hit a second wind. And Mark is just unstoppable. I mean, sure, I drained him what good, but the boy had a lot to give, and it was hard work taking it all from him."

I started to apologize. But I didn't want her to see me as a meek little lamb. "You're lucky. If I'd been in that kind of mood, you wouldn't have had the energy for that."

The waiter chose that moment to come take our drink orders, forcing Iva to swallow her retort. Which didn't seem to be easy for her to do.

Naturally, she ordered what I could only assume was the girliest drink in the world: a cosmotini. I didn't even want to know what that was.

When the waiter left, she glared at me. "So. I was lucky, was I?"

I stared back at her for a moment then cracked. "Okay. Maybe it was me who was."

"Damn straight," she said with an emphatic nod.

"At any rate, glad to hear you enjoyed yourself," I said.

Iva cleared her throat. "And you? How was the rest of your afternoon? Hopefully more exciting than it would have been if you'd stayed with us."

"It was good."

"That's it? It was good?" she asked, glowering at me so seriously that she had to be kidding around. At least mostly.

I shrugged. "Well, after a loaded question like that." My voice trailed off.

She laughed. "Okay, okay. Of course it wasn't more exciting. I mean, I wasn't there with you, so it obviously had to have been at least something of a letdown. But, you know, variety, spice, yadda, yadda, yadda."

"No, it was better. I fucked the hell out of my mother and her sister for hours, and the two of them are absolute goddesses. I just didn't want to be a dick and rub your face in it."

She slapped my forearm. "Dick."

"See? Like that."

Iva forced a chuckle. "I guess I asked for that. Anyway, I'm sure you did have plenty of fun. And you should be getting around as much as you can, if you're going to do what it's painfully obviously that you are getting ready to do."

I didn't reply.

She studied me carefully for a few moments. "Okay, so play it close to the chest then, my international man of mystery. But that's an answer itself, since, if you really had no grand aspirations, you'd have had no trouble saying so. Which means you're in need of some serious advice from someone who knows a little something about this game."

"And that would be you?"

Iva scrunched up her nose, made a teasing face. "If you don't wa-"

"I wasn't being sarcastic," I said flatly. Well, okay, maybe I'd been teasing her a little. She'd asked for it. But I didn't actually doubt that the answer to my question was yes. Our one encounter so far had been plenty to establish her credibility.

"Oh." Her shoulders slouched as she exhaled. "Well, for starters, your cousin has put some real effort into suppressing people's memories. Just seems that she's focused more on some than others. Far as I can tell, she didn't bother much with your brothers and sister. Guess she's mostly worried about you. Well, and, surprisingly, Skye. Who I don't think is all that strong. She might also be worried about Jack and your mother, but if so, they're even more powerful than I realized, because they seemed to remember who they were pretty quickly. The point of all of which is that I'm willing to bet you know more than you realize you do. You just haven't shaken her veil off entirely yet. If I made it sound like I thought I was infinitely wiser than you, well, I was mostly kidding." With a smile, she added, "Mostly."

I mulled that over while the waiter came back, dropped off the beer and the cosmotini.

"I'm confused," I said after the guy left.

"Tell me something I don't know," Iva replied. She mimed a drumroll as she did, including the snare finish. Her movements were overly dramatic, and cute as hell.

"Ha ha. But seriously. If I've got this right, my one grandmother, Noreen of House Orwin, used to rule our little slice of the Homelands. And then my other grandmother, Kaitline of House Farrier, deposed her. Your mother retired recently, that kicked off a succession ritual, and Brianna won handily. All of which was a few months ago. By mortal time at least. Which I seem to remember being different."

Iva urged me on with a twirling motion of her hand.

"So I've got to imagine that her hold on power is reasonably solid now. She's got to have staved off a few challenges, right? I saw her make an example out of one poor soul already. Why then is she recruiting vassals and sniffing out threats? Like she's, I don't know, coup-proofing. And if she is, why are you here? I mean, you were apparently exiled by your own mother, so you're obviously not only ridiculously fucking irresistible, but talented and ambitious. Not things my cousin likes to find in a Farrier, I can only assume."

Iva blushed as she fluffed her hair with an upturned palm. "No points for originality or subtlety there, tiger. But feel free to keep the compliments rolling all the same."

I snickered by way of response. What I'd really like to do was kiss her till I couldn't breathe. But I tried to stay focused.

I continued. "Tara and her kids were banished under my other grandmother. But Brianna's got Tara on her side, and Tara's supposed to deliver her kids as well. So no mystery there. Pretty clear why Tara was welcomed back. Even if Skye winds up being a problem, it's a clear win, especially since you said Skye's not all that powerful."

"Sounding good so far," Iva said.

"So, yeah, I guess the big mystery is: what's your story?" I asked at last. "Did Brianna invite you back? If you sensed weakness and were getting ready to take the throne back for House Farrier, wouldn't you be in hiding somewhere? I think even I'm smart enough to know that it would be madness for an obvious contender to moving about freely."

Iva twitched one shoulder in the faintest of shrugs before raising the martini glass to her lips. "Neither, really. I petitioned her to let me return. So I wasn't invited, exactly, but I'm here with permission. And no, I wouldn't be back at all, in hiding or otherwise, if I wasn't. Don't underestimate your cousin, Frank. From what I gather, she was a little soft at first, but not anymore. She's a bit overconfident, maybe, and still a lot weaker than my mother. But she's closing the gap pretty steadily."

"She Devoured her mother and father, didn't she?" I asked.

Iva took another sip of her drink. "I don't know. But that wouldn't surprise me. She definitely has Devoured someone. I mean, 's all over her aura. Probably only two or three. We're not, you know, in Silas territory here. But she's definitely done it."

I sipped my beer. "Silas?"

She stared down the bridge of her cute little button nose at me. "You don't know who Silas is?" Iva asked.

I shrugged. "Sorry."

She tsked at me. "Can you at least name any of the other kingdoms?"

I took a few big gulps of my beer, delaying my response. "Nope."

"Wow." She stared at her drink, gave it a gentle swirl, then downed some more of it. "I'm sorry, that feels like the kind of moment that begs for a smartass comment, but I'm not coming up with any. Cuz, really, that's...just...sad. You were dealt a nice hand, but you're sitting at the high stakes table, and your cousin came to win."

I gulped my beer some more. "I'm woefully ignorant. What can I say."

Iva flashed me the look girls usually make right before saying "Awwww," with about seventeen syllables. Like when a puppy can't manage to stand up until the third try or some thing like that. "Frank. You poor thing."

I hope she didn't see the blood drain from my cheeks. Though I couldn't imagine how she wouldn't have. So much for not looking meek.

Iva smacked her palm down on the table. "Okay, so, here's the basic rundown. Our houses, the Farriers and the Orwins, have been the strongest in the Third Autumnal Court for years. There was a third house that was often in the running for the throne, but my mother married its last heir, and he's been dead for years, so now it's just the two houses in the Third Court. King Silas rules the First Autumnal Court. Actually, by year's end, he'll probably be the Patriarch of Autumn. But I guess that's neither here nor there. Worth filing away for future reference, though. Anyway, I was involved with his daughter for a while. Until, things sort of got out of hand and, well, I Devoured her. After that, I went into hiding. For a looong time. Right up until your cousin granted me asylum. And, there you go. All caught up. Wasn't that easy?"

I let out a low whistle. "How many kingdoms or courts or whatever are there?"

She threw up her hands. "Really? That's the part you want to follow up on?"

I shrugged.

"You think I just go around telling everyone that I Devoured Silas' daughter? I'm tossing out gold here, kiddo. Gold."

We both laughed.

"Well, the whistle was for you," I said.

"Jerkface," Iva said as she reached across the table and once more pinched my nose between her fingers. My heart skipped a beat at that. "But okay. To answer your question, it depends on how you define them. The easy ones are the seasonals. There are a few courts each for Winter, Summer, Spring and Autumn. Summer has the fewest, with only two. But both are really big. Winter has five. The First Wintry Court is huge, but the fourth and fifth are smaller than our court by a fair margin.

"Then you have your independent courts. Most notably, the Eternal Garden of the Sun and the Shadowed Glade of the Moon." She sipped her drink, giving me a chance to let that all sink in. "Where it gets tricky, politically, is with the breakaways. A bunch of minor nobles have tried to secede from larger territories. Maybe half succeed in the long run. The others get crushed, though not always right away. And since you never know who will ultimately emerge as their own court, it's always hard to know how to count them. But we're talking somewhere between eighteen and twenty five courts at the moment."

"Okay. Think I got that," I said.

"Of course," Iva continued, "there are also a lot of principalities within the kingdoms, but we won't go into that."

I felt like I should be taking notes. "So how influential is our kingdom?"

Iva held her hand out flat and twisted it back and forth as if to say "so-so". Then she said, "We matter. Enough so that the other courts care who sits on the throne, and there's always pretty vigorous negotiations going on over various matters of foreign policy. But all the same, we're not a real player. It's been a long, long time since the Patriarch or Matriarch of Autumn came from the Third Court. And, if we're talking big picture, Autumn isn't even where the real power is. Not even Silas has half as much power as Daphne, the Matriarch of Winter." She all but finished her drink. "It's unusual for anyone to hold a throne for two years. That's Homelands time, not mortal. My mother ruled for just over two years, in fact. But Daphne? She was queen of the Second Wintry Court for almost a year before she became Matriarch. And she's been there for almost seven years."

"So, since the conversion rate is ten to one, right?" I asked. Iva nodded. I continued. "She's been in power, in one office or another, for eighty years? Damn. That's a freaking lifetime." Remembering that we didn't really age, at least not the same way mortals did, I promptly added, "At least, it would be, for a mortal."

What must it be like to have sex with a woman like that, I wondered?

"You wouldn't last a quarter of a second, unless she wanted you to," Iva said.

I raised an eyebrow at her.

"I know what you were thinking."

"Can we read minds?" I asked.

Iva laughed. "No, no. But some people are just transparent."

When I frowned, she patted my hand softly and offered me a sweet smile.

"But hone your talents enough and you can read Libidos, which is sort of just like reading auras, even though it sounds dirty. That's not really the best way to put it, because we don't really have auras, but it's close. Anyway, we certainly don't read minds."

"Oh," I said, confused. "So what's this business about reading Libidos?"

Iva looked around for the waiter before answering. "Well, the more times you've coupled, the stronger the connection you've got with a person. Having an emotional connection on top of that helps, but it's mostly sex. Establish a connection, and you can sense certain things about them just by being near them. Some even if you're not. Like if they're fucking someone else, you can generally get a sense of who. When you're near them, you can tell how much energy they're carrying, how powerful they are overall, what kind of mood there in, stuff like that. But otherwise, not much. No telepathy, sorry to say. And no, you and I haven't spent enough time with each other for any of that to kick in." She hesitated. "At least...well...."

"What?" I asked.

She winced faintly. "Probably going to regret telling you this. But me, personally, I don't really need much connection before I can read someone."

"Oh."

She smiled. "If it helps, it's kinda cute the way you look like you're barely treading water right now. Most guys I talk to fall all over themselves trying to prove how manly and confident they are. It gets old, fast. Maybe some women go for that. They must, I guess. But there's pretty much no surer way to guarantee my pants are staying on." She looked in her lap. "And I'm not even wearing pants. So lucky you."

"Thanks," I said. That was just about the strangest compliment I'd ever received. But the fact that she meant it as went a ways towards easing the sting of being told most women wouldn't be attracted to me. Which was sort of what she'd just said, if not quite exactly.

She actually blushed before continuing, which I hadn't expected. "So, anyway, even accounting for overall strength, some of us are particularly good at specific applications of our talents. Like, you may not realize this, but most people need much much experience and raw power before they can control their appearance the way you seem to be able to. That's why everyone's talking about you."

I coughed up a mouthful of beer.

She continued as if she hadn't noticed. "Me, I've always been perceptive. When I started to come into my powers, that translated into the aura slash Libido thing. Only later did I realize everyone could do it, but only if they had enough of a connection first."

"Okay, so I obviously need to pick up a textbook or something."

Iva laughed. "Fraid we don't have those. No one's too keen on mass education. Would make it hard to maintain the feudal power system after all. So everyone learns the hard way. Them that learn much of anything, that is."

"Why don't I ever run into other powers, or whatever we call each other, in this world? I mean, besides my family. They are actually my family, right?"

She nodded. "Yeah, we're actually family. There's no real term for us, by the way. If you want to call us powers, go for it. We come into this world the same as ordinary mortals. Though, of course, that whole reproduction thing doesn't work quite the same for us."

"No? We, ah, seem to have all the parts."

She smirked at me. "Yes, Frank, we have the parts. I mean, we can't get pregnant unless we decide we're going to. And once we decide we want to, it only takes one try. None of this business of trying to find the right time in the cycle or any of that."

"So does that mean...you don't get periods?" I asked, blushing.

Was it okay to ask her that?

And how had I never noticed that neither Mom nor Natalie kept tampons or pads or anything around? Not that I'd ever gone looking, but still.

Iva laughed. "Yeah, it does mean that."

"That's a nice feature," I said with an awkward laugh.

"Tell me about it," she said.

"We can mate with mortals though, right? Isn't Brianna...do we say halfbreed?"

"Yes, and sure, you can. Kind of derogatory. There's not really an acceptable term for it, because no one really pays a lot of attention to that. She's got way more in common with the rest of us than she does with mortals. So it's kind of irrelevant." 

"Okay, but back to my question. Why aren't others running around the mortal world?"

"You wouldn't necessarily know it if they were. And to some extent, they are. We've known for a long time that other courts occasionally infiltrate this world to spy on us. But the thing is, each court is connected to its own mortal playground. They're all more or less interchangeable high quality replicas of the real McCoy."

"Weird. Or cool. Disturbing. I don't know. This is a real mindfuck."

Iva laughed musically and cupped her chin in her hands. "You're adorable."

"That's...patronizing."

I thought only TV witches could wiggle their nose. Apparently not so.

Fucking hell, she was cute.

"All right, so what's a Shadow?" I asked.

"One sec," she said, finally flagging down the waiter.

She ordered another cosmotini.

Then, after he left, she turned back to me. "Those things are just so awesome. I'd tell you to try one, but then you'd have to do your little ritualistic display of masculinity and insist that you don't drink fruity drinks, especially if they're pink. Am I right?"

I laid a finger on my nose. "Don't want to get kicked out of the tribe, you know?"

She smirked. "So, anyway. The Shadow is a lot of things. Depends on how much authority the king or queen that he or she serves is willing to grant him or her. Some Shadows rule in all but name, some share power equally, others are glorified enforces. But, while technically it doesn't have to be anything more than a political position, it's pretty rare that the Shadow isn't the king or queen's favorite lover, whatever else they might be."

If I'd known that, I wouldn't have been the least bit surprised that Brie made Dom her Shadow. That didn't sound so bad anyway. How much worse could being a vassal be?

"So what's your plan now?"

"Wow. Blunt, much?"

I'd actually been trying not to be blunt. Clever I was not.

I reached out and took her hand in mine. She didn't resist.

"Sorry. Forget I asked. But I do want you to know where I stand. I'm going to ask Brianna to make me one of her vassals."




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Her brows rose. "Ask her? You have any idea what being a vassal even entails?"

"Some. Not enough."

Iva glanced at her watch. "Well, best of luck with that."

She slipped her hand away from mine, reached for her purse. "Well, this was fun, Frank. But I've got to go meet someone. I'm already late." She slid off of the stool.

I did the same, pulling her to me with a hand against the small of her back. "Look, I'm sorry for grilling you. It's none of my business. But won't you just stay for one more drink? I was hoping to ask you a few more questions. Nothing personal. Just the kind of stuff they'd put in those non-existent textbooks. I'll owe you big time."

Her face softened. She ran a hand over my cheek. "You're adorable. Really. Some of the time, you try so hard at the whole alpha male thing. And, to some extent, it's sorta working, despite how obvious it is that it's forced. Which isn't a compliment, by the way. I wasn't kidding earlier about how annoying that gets. But, more importantly, underneath that, you're...well, you're a lot of things, aren't you? Eager to please. Averse to conflict. But deeply ambitious. And too damned curious for your own good. You've got to at least learn some tact if you're going to go asking the kinds of questions you do."

"You forgot smart, funny, and incredibly modest," I said.

She smiled faintly, but it didn't come close to touching her eyes. But she wasn't making any move to slip out of my arms, at least. And though I wanted an answer, I had to admit, for the moment at least, it was nice to just hold her, to smell her, to stare into her big, brown eyes. Until Dad called me to his office, I had no idea how attractive she was to me.

"Tell you what," she said, sliding closer still. I felt her soft breasts press against me. "Let's shotgun this next round. I've already got another one coming anyway. I was planning on sticking you with the tab if you weren't smart enough to volunteer to pay, and so I wouldn't normally care about leaving it, but what the hell. Then you can join me. I'm sure your sister won't mind. Maybe later, we'll pick your lesson back up. How's that sound?"

I kissed her on the forehead. "Sounds perfect."

"Good. That's the right answer. And just FYI, you're not the only one who's feeling both a little surprised and a little guilty because of how much fun they're having. And if you'd let me walk out on you just now, you'd 've lost major points."

"So, Natalie, huh?" I said, ignoring her comment.

"Problem?"

"Not at all," I said.

We drank our next round of drinks in a matter of seconds. Then I dropped enough money for the tab plus tip on the table and Iva yanked me away impatiently.

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My sister greeted us at the door, wearing a white vest with black polka dots, a pair of white panties, and black knee-high socks with white polka dots. A black hair band with white polka dots held back her mostly-brown hair.

"Took you long en-," she started to say. Then her brown eyes took me in. "Oh, isn't that a nice surprise. Hey, Frank," she said.

"Hey, Nat."

Not for the first time, I found myself trying to figure out exactly how I felt about Natalie. On the one hand, I thought she'd look better if she kept her hair its natural color, and the same went for her orange-ish skin. Ten times over. On the other hand, every time I took a good look at her, I reprimanded myself for selling her short. Her breasts were not as nice as Iva's, but they were more than generous, especially considering how tight her figure was. She wasn't as lean and cut as some women, but she was in great shape, and her lower body was exquisite, at least if you were into the athletic type. Her ass was small-ish, but round, firm, and perfectly heart-shaped. When she turned to the side to hug Iva, found myself tempted to start grunting like a Neanderthal.

And, as much as I would love for her to lose the tan and dyed hair, I had to admit she was very pretty. Not Brianna pretty. But most men would say she was at least as pretty as Iva. Men who didn't have my hangup about fake tans.

After she hugged our aunt, she turned and threw her arms around me as well. If not for her outfit, which left her beautiful breasts more or less fully exposed, anyone watching us might have thought by our hug that we were just like any other brother and sister. There was nothing particularly intimate about it.

The three of us went into the hotel room, and I found my eyes glued to my sister's ass once more. The way it moved when she walked had me all but hypnotized. Her cheeks were so well defined, completely separated from her thighs. And man, did she have serious ass-cleavage. Not like those skinny little chicks whose ass cheeks didn't touch one another. Yet it was mostly muscle. Absolutely delicious.

Iva's ass couldn't compare to Natalie's, I noted. There were a lot of things to appreciate about my aunt. But my sister had her beat there, no question.

"Just give me a minute," Iva said as she slipped into the bathroom.

Natalie pressed up against me, far more intimate than a mere moment ago. I rested a hand on the small of her back. She slid one of hers up under my shirt, over my chiseled abs. I took pleasure in the approving way she cooed as she did. Why, I wasn't sure. I didn't have any right to be proud of my body. I didn't work that hard for it. Sure, I worked out some. But not much. I had the physique of a steroid-abusing body-builder because I chose to, and my supernatural abilities meant that was all I needed to look this good. But all the same, my sister's apparent arousal was a powerful aphrodisiac.

"Haven't seen you around much," she said.

I stroked her soft hair. Maybe the blonde streaks weren't so bad. Truth be told, I probably wanted to dislike it more than I actually did. It was just the fake tan that bugged me. "I could say the same."

"Well, I know where I've been," she said.

"Funny. Same here."

She harrumphed. There was some subtext that I wasn't picking up on. There often was with Natalie. She was a master of head games. I sort of understood how she worked, because I'd overheard her explain whatever machinations she was using against her current love interest over the phone to her girlfriends often enough. But I still couldn't begin to keep up with her. Had she been expecting me to come looking for her?

Perhaps noticing that I really wasn't getting the hint, she said, "You don't have something against women your own age, do you?"

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" I asked.

"Because you keep fucking older women?" she replied.

I kissed her forehead. "If I have a preference, it's certainly not exclusive."

"Good," she said.

"Actually, there was something I wanted to tell you," I said.

She looked up at me. Her big brown eyes, flecked with green, were breath-taking. If only she'd stop tanning. "Hmm? What's that?"

"I've decided to ask Brianna to make me a vassal."

My sister's smile could have lit up a room. "I can't tell you how glad I am to hear that. And she will be too. She's had her heart set on you for a while."

"So I keep hearing," I said.

Natalie laughed. "The rest of us are already on board. And you know you're more powerful, or at least more aware of how to use your powers, than either of our brothers. So, yeah, of course she wants you."

For a moment, I was too stunned to talk. It was usually months between instances where my sister spoke three sentences to me in a row without putting me down in some way. And that there had sounded suspiciously like a compliment.

"Well, sure, if you put it like that," I said, scratching the back of my head.

She gave me a wan smile. "You're cute when you pretend to be humble."

And another? Was this really my sister?

"And you'd know something about cute, wouldn't you." I slapped her gorgeous ass.

Natalie yelped then gave her hips a good shake.

We broke apart as Iva rejoined us.

Iva's professional outfit was gone, replaced by a black-and-purple babydoll that hardly covered anything, sheer black thigh-highs, a lacy black garter, purple patent-leather heels, and a black silk choker. "Sorry about that," she said.

My sister and I laughed awkwardly.

Iva looked from my sister to me and back to Nat, who was starting to blush, staring at her feet. "I'm not going to feel like a third wheel here, am I?"

"I thought I had to worry about that," Natalie said.

"Really? Cuz I'm the latecomer to this here party," I said.

We all laughed. But an awkward silence followed, as presumably all of us tried to figure out who was way off base. I suppose we all had at least some reason to feel that way. Iva was almost an outsider despite being family, as neither of us had met her until recently. But, though she wouldn't know that, Nat and I had never been nearly as close as Nat and Todd. From Nat's perspective, Iva had been late because she was with me, and she'd brought me along for what was supposed to be a two person affair. But then, as true as it was that Iva and I seemed to be hitting it off, there were more than a few signs that she might be more into women than men. Like the comment about Silas' daughter. Or the way she'd been a lot more focused on Cindy than her sister had been on her earlier. I hadn't really noticed that at the time, but it seemed unmistakable now.

At last, more or less apropos of nothing, Natalie said, "Frank was just telling me that he's going to agree to be one of Brie's vassals."

"Well, I said I was going to ask to be, but apparently there was a standing offer," I said.

"What about you? Any chance we can get you to join the club?" Nat asked Iva.

Iva's eyes widened briefly. She regained her poise almost instantly. I wasn't even sure Nat had noticed. "We'll see. I haven't been anyone's vassal in a long time. But I certainly don't want Her Majesty to think me ungrateful for her granting me asylum."

Nat waved the comment away. "Was just a question. No need to worry about it. Now that Frank's an honorary cool kids," she turned her eyes towards me before adding, "for the first time in his life, I'm sure she's going to consider this little exercise a success."

That was the kid sister I knew and loved. If it weren't for her, I might almost forget that I'd spent most of my life as a lonely nerd. Not that I'd stopped being a nerd at any point, really. But college was good to geeks in a way high school never could be.

Iva came up behind me, running her hands over my shoulders. "As well she should."

"But enough about my stupid brother," Nat said. "I've been thinking about you and all the things you said you were going to do, and it's got me sopping wet."

Two in a row. Now I knew all was right with the world after all.

Iva purred by way of response.

And that had the effect on me that my sister's talk of being sopping wet probably ought to have had. Fuck. It wasn't fair that she could do that to me just by making a stupid little sound in the back of her throat.

My aunt then pushed me aside and, a moment later, she and my sister embraced passionately. Iva took Nat by the hand, led her over to one of the chairs by the small table against the wall, sat her down, and started to give her a lap dance.

My heart raced. Iva really knew how to work her body. Didn't even need any music. There were few women alive who could move like that.

Of course, Brianna was one of them.

After Iva teased Natalie within an inch of her life, Natalie suddenly sprung out of the chair and threw Iva into it and returned the treatment, proving that she was as well.

That ass was absolutely amazing. And she really, really knew how to work it. As nice as it was to watch Brianna own a dance floor, without curves like Iva's or Nat's, she'd never be able to have quite the same effect on me. Granted, the fact that she even came close said a lot in her favor. But as I watched my sister shake her round ass, I forgot all about the other women of the family. I even almost forgot to think to myself that she'd look much better with her natural, ultra-fair skin tone.

I was jerking off furiously by the time the two of them got to the bed. A minute later, I stumbled over to them and sprayed my cum down on the heap of writhing flesh.

They hardly seemed to notice.

Only after they climaxed, together, did they lick each other clean.

I'd hoped that they were done making me wait after that, but no such luck. They took turns fingering and fisting each other while I continued jerking off. It was a helluva sight to behold. They were both so hot, in different ways. And very comfortable with themselves.

Iva was either more talented, more powerful, more comfortable pleasing women, or all of the above. For every orgasm Nat guided Iva through, our aunt brought her two.

Finally, after a few more climaxes apieces, Iva declared that she was going to take a quick break to have a glass of wine.

I was too turned on to wonder where the bottle came from. As Iva poured herself a glass, I climbed into the bed beside my kid sister. Her hair was plastered to her head, her makeup was running, and she stank of sweat and sex, with just a hint of perfume mixed in.

In other words, she looked and smelled great.

Natalie chuckled nervously, propping herself up on her elbows. "Feels like it's been forever since we got together," she said.

"I know," I said, leaning down to plant a soft, exploratory kiss on her lips.

She kissed me back, reservedly.

I leaned back and stared at her, drinking in her beauty. She could keep her hair like that and I wouldn't mind, I decided. It worked for her. The tan had to go, from my perspective, but even that had too often kept me from fully appreciating what a stunning beauty my sister was. I almost wished the athletic type did it for me as much as it did other guys. Even though it didn't, it was hard not to be in complete awe of her.

Just then, I realized that as awkward as the stupid grin on my face must have been, hers was no less so. She should have been mocking me. Asking me whether I was trying to catch flies or something. But she was just staring back at me in silence, a goofy grin on her lips.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing. Just thinking about how many times I teased you for being such a nerd. How I'd figured you'd never get laid. And yet here we are, and I'm about to let you have your way with me. I'm not sure if the fact that I'll be picturing you working out math problems on that whiteboard in your room while you're shoving that stovepipe you call a cock inside me makes it awkward, funny, or that much hotter. Maybe all three."

I laughed. "Yeah, well, I'll be thinking of how you always seemed just a bit bitchier whenever you had your friends over. Like you were too cool to admit that you sorta kinda liked your hopeless older brother, just a little bit."

"Sorta kinda?" she said, wrapping a palm around the back of my neck and thrusting her hips up into the air, begging for my fat dick. "Just a little bit? Frank, you know what's about to happen, right? You want a letter of apology or something?"

"Would be nice," I said.

"Shut the fuck up and give it to me already, will ya? Before I change my mind and remember that I have standards."

"Not exactly what I had in mind, but okay," I said.

Our lips met and we enjoyed a passionate kiss for a few heart-pounding moments before I finally slid my hands under her soft thighs, spread her legs wide, and pressed my swollen helmet to her glistening, puffy lips.

To judge by the way she moaned as the very tip of my member slid past, working its way deeper into her love canal, you'd think she was already at the brink of an orgasm.

And, apparently, you'd be right.

I hadn't gotten more than half of the rest inside her before she started shaking gently, cheeks flushed, pupils dilated, and fingernails digging into my lats. I waited until the orgasm passed before resuming, each mini-thrust taking me a quarter inch closer to full penetration.

When at long last I buried myself to the hilt inside my sister's warm hole, we took a moment to catch our breath, staring intently into one another's eyes.

Were they brown? With that much green flecked in them, would it be more appropriate to say her eyes were hazel? Whatever color they were, they were gorgeous.

Natalie licked her lips. "Damn, Frank. That feels so good." She rocked her hips, impaling herself on my pole then pulling back before doing so again. Each time, she gasped softly.

I kissed her. Gently at first. But soon, hungrily and aggressively.

Despite my words, I was not really thinking about what a bitch she'd been to me growing up. Which, frankly, she often had been. She could also be a lot of fun when she wasn't trying to prove how cool she was. But, none of that was on my mind at the moment.

All I could think about was how good it felt to be inside her.

I started to pound her furiously. It was a wonder the bed didn't break. Surprisingly, though she clearly was enjoying herself quite thoroughly, she didn't seem to be close to getting off. This, despite the fact that she'd reached her first orgasm before I was all the way inside her. Perhaps she was bottling herself up the way I often did to my partner.

When her next climax finally did hit, nearly ten minutes later, it was a monster. And as she melted around me, I knew I could take however much energy I wanted from her.

Afraid I'd take too much if I let myself, I rolled off her and onto my back.

"Was he really that good?" Iva asked before taking a sip of her wine.

Natalie nodded slowly. Gathering her breath, she ran her hands over her body, and the sweat and other fluids evaporated. Her hair was perfectly styled once again. The stench of sex receded some. "Not sure I'm ready to give him up just yet. One more ride."

Iva laughed. When Natalie mounted me, our aunt slapped her meaty little ass.

My hands roamed her delicious curves as she rode me. Meanwhile, Iva knelt behind us and alternately licked my balls and gave Nat a rimjob. She also reached around my sister's hips and fingered her clit.

This time, Nat didn't last so long. One orgasm came right after the other, and I lost track of the number she had. With each one, I sipped a little bit more from her. Not much, but over the course of all those mini orgasms, it added up. Unfortunately for her, I managed to hold out the whole time and didn't offer her the opportunity to take any of it back.

When she clambered down off me, Natalie mumbled something about a break. She staggered across the room and poured herself a glass of the wine that Iva had conjured up.

Iva slid up beside me, giving my still stiff cock a good tug. "Still good to go?"

I pulled her against me, kissing her deeply.

"Good," she said when she finally broke away, blushing. "For a minute there, it seemed like the two of you might go at it forever."

"Well, I'm not done with her. I absolutely have to have that ass of hers. But I'm ready to switch partners for a little while, sure. You know, until she recovers."

"Jerk," she said, grabbing my nose between her thumb and forefinger.

I ran my hands through her blonde locks. "You have any idea how gorgeous you are?"

"Nice try," she said with a laugh. "But you're still going to pay-"

"I mean it," I said.

She bit off the rest of her sentence, blushed, looked away.

"Seriously. You're breathtaking. I could stare into your eyes for hours."

"Stop!" she said, slapping my chest.

I pulled her on top of me. She yelped playfully, giggled, as she got into position.

Iva didn't have my sister's hips or ass, but her breasts, long since freed from her skimpy lingerie, were absolutely perfect. I might, at times, out of some twisted sense of obligation, tell myself that my mother's were. And probably would again the very next time I saw her, to be honest. But at least for the moment, I was back to thinking I agreed with Jack. There was definite appeal to my mother's absurd curves. But even I had to admit it was just a wee bit too much. Jack had put it perfectly. She was something of a novelty. One look at my mother's extreme hourglass, and you'd simply have to have her at least once. But Iva? I don't think I could ever tire of her. Her breasts were huge, particularly compared to her frame, but they weren't crazy big. Not to the point that they strained one's believability. The same went for her waist-to-hip ratio. There wasn't one woman amongst our kind, so far as I could tell, who had entirely realistic proportions. But Iva, like most women that weren't my mother, had measurements that were close enough to possible that your head didn't hurt when you looked at her. Now that I thought about it, staring at my mother for too long was sort of like starting at 3-D visual puzzles too long.




Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 14



And man did Iva know how to move. There were a lot of ways in which my mother was a great lover. But this wasn't one of them. Even when I was with her, it would never occur to me to compare her to Iva or Nat or Brie in terms of how well she used her body. It was definitely not true that she expected the guy to do all the work, as Dom had once said about Mom. But still. She was a bit too passive.

The blonde beauty on top of me was anything but. She had control over her body that defied reason. Might well even have been supernatural, all things considered. But it wasn't just what was happening inside her. Every brush of her fingers on my skin felt about as good as blow-job. Blue bolts of something that wasn't electricity jumped from her fingers and fizzled out as they reached me. Pure sexual energy maybe. God, that felt amazing.

We had gone through several positions by the time Natalie rejoined us. As much fun as we'd been having, I was glad to see my sister jump in.

Iva hadn't been making a point of it, but she was slowly wearing me down. It seemed like every two minutes, I was cumming again. She showed extreme restraint, never taking more than a sip from my Libido when I was left vulnerable. But a sip here and a sip there soon became an awful lot.

After blasting one more load into my aunt, this one in her ass, I decided it was my turn to have a glass of wine. I sipped it slowly. Nursing it. The wine was good enough to reward savoring, but the real reason was that I jsut wasn't ready to go back in there. And I was enjoying watching them together more than I usually enjoyed watching women. This was much hotter than watching Mom and Tara, if only because the two clearly wanted each other so badly, and neither was the least bit afraid that the other was going to make her pay for it if she made the mistake of allowing herself to enjoy things too much.

Eventually, though, simply watching from the sidelines got to feeling like torture. So I gulped down the rest of the wine and climbed up behind Natalie. I then thumbed some lube into her ass, working it in slowly and gingerly.

"Mmm, both, please?" she asked between mouthfuls of Iva's snatch.

Without a word, I granted her request. Perhaps I should have wondered how she knew that I could do that. But at the moment, I had more important things to worry about.

Nat got the better of me this time. The sheer ecstasy of enjoying two of her tight holes at once might itself have been too much to bear, but I was pretty sure she threw a good deal of energy into amplifying my sensitivity besides. I poured buckets of cum into her holes.

Then Aunt Iva slid out from under Natalie, came around back, gently pushed me out of the way, knelt down, and began felching my cum out of my sister. I held her hair up as she worked. Even after my sister was licked clean, Iva kept going. I could have sworn I saw at least three tongues. My sister's hips started bucking as she face fucked her aunt, mumbling various curses into the bedcovers as she did.

When Iva was finished with her, Natalie collapsed onto the bed, spread-eagled. She might have gotten the better of me just now, but she'd completely melted for Iva.

"That was impressive," I said.

"You ain't seen nothin'," Iva said. She slipped out of bed and went to refresh her wine.

I came up behind her, sure to let my cock press between her ass cheeks, and reached around to hand her my empty glass. "Me too?" I asked.

She leaned back against me and gave her ass cheeks a gentle shake. Damn, that felt good. "Sure thing," she said. "Didn't figure you for the wine type."

"I'll drink whatever's being offered," I said.

"You know you can just...," she snapped her fingers. A six-pack appeared.

"I guess I figured that," I said.

"It's not like we can only use our powers for sex," she said.

I knew that, of course. But I guess I'd never thought much about the full potential of my powers. They certainly came in handy for seducing women, but there were lots of other ways they could make life more convenient.

Taking a deep whiff of her hair, which smelled like vanilla, I mumbled agreement. God, I couldn't wait to eat her pussy. I bet it tasted like vanilla too.

Iva turned around, handed me my wine. "Can't figure out if you're just playing dumb."

"I wish I was. You know, in the mortal world, my intelligence doesn't get called into question anywhere near this often."

She kissed me on the lips again before heading over to the table by the window. "So. You wanted to know what a vassal is?" she said between little sips of wine.

"Yes," I said, taking the seat opposite her.

She put the glass down, pulled her knees up against her chest, "In principle, anyone can collect vassals. No one else but the king or queen is supposed to, but it happens."

"Go on," I said.

"Every time energy passes through a vassal, either coming in or going out, their master or mistress skims some off the top. Happens automatically."

I whistled softly.

"Yeah," Iva said. "Now, it's definitely a small amount. You probably won't even notice after a while. From the perspective of any one vassal, I guess it's no big deal. But you gather up enough of them, and that's not so trivial. And while it's mostly temporary, the more you get used to carrying around that much energy, the more powerful you become. I guess it's sort of like metaphysical exercise or something. So even after a king or queen releases all of his or her vassals, as is customary when stepping down from the thrown for example, they're still more powerful than they'd been before. So you can see why it's prohibited for anyone but the king or queen to collect vassals, hard as that is to enforce."

Damn. So much for ever rivaling Brianna.

"Just thought you should know," Iva said.

"Thanks," I said.

"Still going to go through with it?" she asked, flashing a quick glance at Natalie.

My sister was passed out cold.

"Yeah," I said, drawing the word out. "Yeah." More firmly this time.

Iva shook her head. "You're nuts."

I shrugged. "I want to know what court life is like. Brie won't let me get anywhere near close enough to have any idea what's going on otherwise. I'm sure of it."

"No question about that. But you're kidding yourself if you think you'll be a trusted confidante just because you let her siphon off a little bit of all the energy you give or take. The bond between master and vassal isn't exactly sacred."

"Maybe so," I said softly.

She made it sound no different than the relationship between a farmer and his cow. But that couldn't be true. I was sure of it.

Iva laughed. "Definitely so. If I were you, I wouldn't even assume she's going to keep you in the court. Heck, I wouldn't."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You're headed for an ambassadorship, if I had to guess. Which means you'll officially be diplomat, but unofficially a spy. And you can assume she'll send you on just about the most dangerous mission you can imagine. If you get scooped up by the other side, her biggest threat is taken out. If you gather valuable intelligence, so much the better."

I fell silent.

"Oh, baby, don't sulk," she said, reaching out to stroke my hand. "You wanted a taste of politics. Your life won't lack for interesting, I'll tell you that much."

"You could have said something before," I mumbled.

Iva slipped out of her chair and draped herself in my lap, hands wrapped around my neck. She nibbled at my lip. I feigned resistance, but it felt too damn good to put any real effort into it. Her lips were so ridiculously nice. "Honey, I don't know you that well. So far, I like you well enough. You're cute. And surprisingly sweet, for someone with so much ambition. Though maybe that's just na\"{ivete. But, at any rate, quite honestly, I'm not even sure where I stand at this point. It's nice to have grand notions about restoring your family to its proper place, and of being a better, nobler queen than your mother, one that actually makes people's lives better than they were before. But it's funny what being exiled by your own mother and chased through half the Homelands by Silas' sons and grandsons will do to disabuse one of the notion that politics is a morality play. So don't get too comfortable with the idea that you can count me as an ally. If you want to ask me simple factual questions, feel free. But it's not my place to tell you not to let Brianna make you a vassal."

My heart accelerated.

Iva nibbled at my ear. "And I'm glad you didn't bother insisting that you have no ambitions. Because you're not fooling anyone. Least of all her."

"I see," I said.

"Don't worry. You won't be the first to be exiled without being exiled. Nor the first to come back from it, should you manage that. There are worse fates you could suffer. Just don't count on her pushing for your release if you're taken captive. Odds are pretty good that she sees you as eminently expendable. My advice to you is not to take your job of gathering intelligence too seriously. Doing your job well won't win you back into Brianna's good graces. She'll tell you that it will. And she'll make it sound convincing. But she's going to sleep easier at night with you in another world. So if the time comes that you feel like the best way to please your queen is to do something that involves running a real risk of suffering Silas' wrath, don't do it. His shit list is not a fun place to be. I would know."

"Duly noted," I said. "Any helpful tips for what to do if, by some unfortunate turn of events, I do end up being Silas' prisoner?"

"Take your own life. If you don't, you'll come to the same end, only with a lot more suffering preceding it."

I laughed awkwardly.

"That wasn't a joke," she said. "I'm not proud of the things I did to elude his grasp. But I'd do them again, in a heartbeat. Every one of them. Even the ones I don't think I'll ever tell another living soul about."

I started to get mad. Her tone simply suggested that I should have assumed all this to begin with. Like you had to be a child to think politics worked any other way.

If only I hadn't been such a child when this all began. Had known when I visited Grandma Kaitlin that I'd more or less sentenced myself to this fate.

Iva continued nibbling at my ear. "Tell you what. I hadn't planned to commit myself to any specific course for a bit longer yet, but what the hell. Be my vassal instead."

I hesitated.

"Come on, baby," she whispered in my ear. "Give yourself to Auntie Iva. If you do, I'll do everything I can to protect you from Brianna. And should she decide to send you away anyway, you can trust that I'll move heaven and earth to arrange your safe return."

I ran my hand down her back. It was tempting. If she was queen, and it was Brianna asking for me to betray Iva, I wouldn't hesitate to refuse. But I wasn't sure I wanted to openly cross my cousin ever again. "I don't know," I said.

Iva's back stiffened.

Pulling her down towards me, I tried to kiss her. She turned her head to the side. Then slipped out of my lap and stood up, taking a step back. She folded her arms beneath her glorious breasts. Her lips tightened. "What's the problem?"

"Well, from what you said...I mean, are you sure you want to be collecting vassals?"

"Are you sure you want to be telling me whether I should?" she asked.

I was surprised my wine didn't freeze from the sudden chill in the room.

"Don't be like that. If you were queen, I-"

"Mm-hmm," she said. "But mister loyalty to the throne doesn't mind plotting a coup."

"I can't pretend I don't like the idea of being king, sure. But I'm not plotting a coup."

"So you haven't been to see my mother? Didn't inquire as to her feelings towards Brianna? Or I suppose you were just making conversation?"

I didn't reply.

"I think you should leave," she said, turning her back to me.

If her mind was completely made up, why couldn't she look at me all of a sudden? I came up behind her. She raised a shoulder defensively, but when I placed my hand gently on her upper arm, she lowered it. I kissed her neck, nibbled her ear. "Please. Even if you have to be mad at me after. Let's just enjoy each other one last time."

She sighed. "Okay. But I am going to be mad at you after. You just burned the wrong bridge, buddy. You'll see that, in time." 



Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 15



Homelands: Autumn

Part One

Chapter Fifteen

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You might want to read Chapters One through Fourteen first.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy. Supernatural forces play a prominent role throughout the novel.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.

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I tried locating Mom after that. It worked much easier than the time I'd spied on Liz. Almost instantly, I sensed who was fucking her.

All six of them. Jack and Mark. Vince and Ishmail. Todd and Dom.

Letting out a dejected sigh, I severed the link, or dismissed the supernatural connection, or hung up, or whatever the hell the term was. No doubt Iva would know and could make me feel like an idiot child for never having heard it. Whatever I did, I no longer sensed my mother's exploits.

Good for her. She'd been wanting to get good and fucked by a bunch of guys. I had no right to be jealous. I'd just fucked two other women, neither of whom I'd given Mom any reason to believe was especially high on my list. Hell, it wasn't even the first time that day that I'd fucked Iva, and Iva wasn't just another lay.

So yeah. No right to be jealous.

But it didn't change how I felt.

Though, in truth, the reason I felt like shit, felt like smashing my fist through a wall the way Todd would have done in my shoes, had nothing to do with my mother.

I headed to the lobby to see if there were any free rooms.

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Vigorous knocking at my door forced me awake. I tried to ignore it, but it didn't go away, even when I yelled out that I didn't want housekeeping. Mumbling various obscenities to myself, I slipped a tank top on and went to answer the door.

"Moooorning," Brie sang, rocking back and forth on her heels.

"Morning," I said, opening the door.

Dom and Skye slid in behind her. My brother handed me a coffee and clapped me on the shoulder as he walked past. The coffee was so exactly what I needed, I could kiss him.

Skye bowed her head low, refusing to meet my gaze. My eyes followed her ass as she walked past. Holy fucking shit. It was delectable. It was big, and mostly solid. But it jiggled quite nicely as she shuffled across the room.

And her outfit drew attention to all the right places. She wore black leather pumps, white knee-high socks, white panties, and a tight white tank top. Her breasts were nothing to write home about. Not bad either, mind you. She might have Brianna beat. But that was about it. Pretty much every other woman in the family had nicer breasts.

Still, the overall package was something to behold. Her skin was soft, flawless, and fair, given her multi-racial heritage. Unlike her brothers, it would be hard to mistake her for being fully black. She was obviously mixed. They were dark chocolate to their sister's milk chocolate, if you will. Black coffee to coffee-and-cream.

Brie slid up against me, giving me a gentle hip-check. She flicked her gaze at Skye's thick ass, then back at me, raising her red-brown eyebrows. "You likey?"

I placed my hand on the small of my cousin's back, kissed her forehead. Ignoring her question, I asked, "Nat come to see you?"

"She did," Brie said, trailing her fingernails over my chest.

Dom offered Skye a chair. She nodded her gratitude to him then sat down, crossing her deliciously meaty thighs and folding her hands in her lap. I wanted to reach out and take her hands, tell her to relax, that no one was going to make her do anything she didn't want to do. Of course, with Brianna and Dom there, I wasn't sure I could make such a promise.

I finally met my cousin's gaze. What man could look into those big, bright, green eyes and not go weak in the knees? Damned, but she was beautiful. Delicate jaw, high cheekbones, cutest little nose, stunningly fair skin, ruby red lips, luscious red-brown curls. And though she didn't need it, plenty of makeup. "So, yeah. I'm in. Sign me up," I said.

A faint grin spread across Brianna's lips. "See, there's just the one little thing."

"Oh?"

"Well, you'll have to forgive me for being a wee bit skeptical about just how fully committed you are. You know, given past events. Same goes for our other cousin," she said, nodding towards Skye, who stared down at her feet. "So I'd like to see something of a demonstration of submission from you two."

Dom stood behind Skye's chair, stroking her lustrous hair. He flashed me a knowing grin. That was Dom for you. One second, you were grateful as hell to have him around. He could be so thoughtful. The next, he was delighting in your suffering.

"Okaaay," I said. "I can do that."

Brie grinned, tucked a lock of gorgeous red-brown hair behind a slim, elfin ear. "Don't worry. I'm not going to ask you to take it up the ass or anything. When I say submission, I don't mean like BDSM. I know you can't handle that."

Dom laughed.

"I just mean, I want you to let your guard down. Let me and your lovely cousin have our way with you, and don't resist if we try to drain you. We might leave you pretty weak in the short run, but you'll recover. That's it. Nothing crazy. Just want to see that you're willing to surrender yourself to me, or to another upon my command."

Skye flashed me an uneasy grin. I smiled back, no less awkwardly.

"Okay," I said. "I can do that."

Brie rubbed my gradually inflating cock through my boxers. "I know you can, baby."

I kissed my cousin on the top of the head. God help me, I wanted to do whatever it took to satisfy her. Even after Iva's little eye-opening speech. I wished I didn't. But it was like my willpower evaporate the minute she smiled at me, or directed that emerald gaze at me.

"And that's it?" I asked.

"That's it," Brianna said, staring up at me unblinking.

My heart went aflutter, but in the back of my mind, I still knew I couldn't take too much solace in her words. She could have been telling me the sky was brown, and I wouldn't have been inclined to disagree. Those eyes of hers were damn dangerous.

"Good," I said. I rushed to add, "Not that I wouldn't be willing to do more. I'm looking forward to serving you. In whatever capacity you might see fit."

"We'll get to that, don't worry," my cousin said, trailing a pink nail down my chest and through the deep trough separating my abs.

"I can be very useful to you," I said. The moment the words were out of my mouth, I regretted speaking them. Though it probably didn't matter. It'd be pretty foolish to think that even after this little demonstration, she'd do anything other than what Iva predicted.

A hollow grin spread across her lips. "I know." She stepped closer. One slender thigh slipped between mine, very nearly pressing against my dangling cock.

It was all I could do to keep from grabbing her, throwing her on the bed, and violating her. I'd love to be able to say that she didn't have that kind of effect on me, that she wasn't really my type. But those would just be feeble lies.

"Skye, honey, why don't you come over here and suck Frank's big ol' cock?" Brie asked without looking away from me.

Without a word, my cousin slid out of the chair and approached me, her step faltering.

"Now, don't you think she deserves to see you in all your glory?" Brie said, slipping one hand down to stroke the mushroom-head that peaked out below the hem of my boxers.

I nodded, dropped my boxers to the floor, and stroked myself hard. As I did, I poured energy into the effort of inflating my cock. Soon, it was long enough to reach my knee.

Skye placed one hand on my chest, flashed a hungry look down at my package, then looked me in the eye. Her impossibly white teeth furrowed into her full lower lip.

I stroked her thick hair and poured some of my energy into her. Soothing her nerves. Or maybe just stoking the furnace of her desire to make her forget how nervous she was. Either way, I saw the tension go out of her back, heard her exhale as she relaxed.

"Haven't really been properly introduced," she said. "I'm Skye."

I laughed awkwardly. "Frank."

"Nice to meet you," she said.

"Same," I said.

Brianna laughed as she took the seat that Skye had just vacated. She propped one leg up on the chair, pulling her knee against her chest. With one hand, she gestured for Dom to get to his knees and pleasure her.

He did so promptly. Once he was in place, she wrapped her other leg around the back of his head and ran her nails through his hair. But her eyes were on us, not Dom.

"I can think of worse ways to prove myself to her majesty," I said.

With a weak smile, Skye said, "Agreed."

I leaned in, hesitated. We both chuckled. Then I pressed forward.

The kiss was awkward at first. A quick peck. Then a slightly more venturesome one. Another, more lingering. Again, with open mouth. Then tongue. In just a few brief moments, the ice was broken, and I felt no less comfortable kissing her than I would my sister. Which, in any other context, would have had a very different meaning.

Naturally, my hands made their way to her ass pretty quickly. It was every bit as glorious as I'd expected. Very firm. But just soft enough.

Despite the queen's instructions -- it was probably about time I started to think of her as such -- I stopped Skye as she made to drop to her knees. With a shake of my head, I turned her around, planted her hands up on the dresser, and eased her legs apart with my knees. Then I dropped on my haunches and ran my hands over her thighs and fat ass. It was fucking amazing. I was practically drooling on myself as I fondled it.

I heard my cousin gasp as her panties disappeared. I didn't rip them off. Just vanished them with a thought. Then pulled Skye's cheeks apart, gripping them tight in my fingers, and went to work on her browneye with my tongue. She writhed softly, bucking her hips and sighing contentedly. After sinking my teeth into one ripe cheek, I slapped her ass, spun her around, then kissed her deeply.

When our lips parted, I led her over to the bed and gestured for her to lie on her back. She did as I indicated, and dug her heels into the thick covers as she spread her legs wide.

I didn't bother teasing her. Just went on the attack right away. I used every trick I knew. My tongue was in three places at once. My fingers thrust deep inside both of her holes.

Like all the women of the family, she tasted amazing. Mostly like a woman should, but with a hint of cinnamon and coffee. It was strange, but delightful at the same time.

Only after bringing her to climax for the fourth time in a row did I tap my cousin's powerful thighs, signaling for her to break her vice grip. When she did, she collapsed flat on her back. "Wow. Sweet Jeebus. That was nice."

I climbed up into the bed beside her and kissed her on the lips a few times. She was beautiful. Such full lips, bright eyes, and smooth skin. "No reason we shouldn't enjoy this," I whispered. "Try not to focus on the fact that technically we're being coerced."

She raked her white nails through my hair, grinning. "Try not to. But you see, I have this funny hang up about coercion."

"Fair enough."

"Anyway," she said, rolling onto her side and starting to rise to her knees. "Let me see if I can't return the favor all the same."

I gasped as her warm mouth engulfed my cock. But I soon found myself a bit disappointed. She was not as talented as some of the other women in the family. Not that it wasn't enjoyable. It was. But she had yet to learn to make use of her powers the way most of the other women in the family had discovered.

Dom walked over to the bed and handed me a bottle of lube. "Here. You guys are taking too long. If you're about to bust a nut, go ahead and finish. Otherwise, let's move on."

"Straight to anal?" I said.

"She's an anal queen," Dom said. "Before she learned who she was, she only let guys fuck her ass. So she could still technically call herself a virgin."

Maybe the bemused tone to Dom's voice spurred her on, because I suddenly felt a bit more sensitive. Not a lot. Not the way I would if someone like Iva tried that on me. But it had the desired effect.

And I decided now was as good a time as any to prove to my queen that I could submit to her will.

I forced all my defenses down, and used my own powers to ramp up my sensitivity. A few seconds later, my sweet cousin was swallowing my jizz, and so much more besides.

My head spun. I could only imagine this was what it felt like to lose two or three pints of blood. I hardly knew what was happening as Skye mounted me reverse-cowgirl, sliding my monster cock into her asshole.

When I did realize what was happening, I was shocked at how easily it glided inside her. I reached up and cupped her ass cheeks. Not because she needed help supporting her weight. They just felt so damn good.

I tried to get control of my thoughts. Though I fumbled with the effort, I finally succeeded. But by the time I did, I was on the brink again.

Fortunately, this time, we climaxed together.

Afterwards, my cousin collapsed onto my chest, lying flat on top of me with my fat cock still buried to the hilt in her ass. As I sucked air, I reached up and freed her breasts from her tank top, playing with her stiff nipples. I also craned my neck to the side and nibbled at her ear.

Dom climbed into the bed with us. "Stay there," he said, as he saw Skye trying to work me free of her ass. "We're going to double her. I want that snatch."

"Is that okay?" I whispered in her ear.

"What was that?" Brianna asked from her chair.

"Just telling her how hot her ass is, that I sure don't mind taking it again."

"Mm-hmm," the queen said.

"Thanks anyway," Skye whispered back.

Dom pressed my legs together tightly and planted his knees just outside either of my thighs. As he did, he lifted Skye's legs up, propping them on his shoulders. "Just go with it, guys. It will be easier for everyone."

While we might neither of us have been crazy about the circumstances under which it was taking place, it wasn't exactly unpleasant. Dom and I had Skye cumming her brains out in less than a minute. And we kept right on going, bringing her to climax over and over. I came a few times myself, each time feeling her sap more of my energy.

Yet, even after my spunk started dribbling back out of her ass onto my balls, we all kept going. It only took a thought to clean the mess up after all. And good lord, it felt good to be inside her ass, to feel Dom's thick tool pressed lightly against my balls and my cousin's soft cheeks spread out across my crotch.

Apparently we'd stopped at some point. I was vaguely aware of Dom and Brie sharing Skye just a few inches away from me. But I couldn't move. Could barely open my eyes. My head swam in a sea of purest bliss. Though I didn't love feeling powerless, I couldn't argue with the intense state of euphoria. I'd only felt this way once before. The time I'd watched Brianna Devour a man, after which she'd basically fucked me within an inch of my life.

I seemed to recall that she'd done so despite promising to go easy on me.

When I came to, I was in Brianna's warm mouth.

I hadn't even realized I'd passed out. I should have been panicking. But all I could think was that there were worse things to wake up to.

But unfortunately for me, the queen stopped a moment later. "Good, you're awake," she said, wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand.

With great effort, I raised my head up a few inches from the pillow and looked around. "Where're Dom and Skye?"

"Shh," Brie said. "Save your strength."

I sighed and plopped my head back down.

"He took her back to our room for a private session. Don't worry, she's in good hands. Your brother talks a good game, but, in the end, he's something of a teddy bear."

Remembering all the things he'd done to me growing up, from shocking me with a cattle-prod almost every day for a week after a school trip to a farm upstate, to tying me down to my bed, it was hard resisting the urge to laugh in her face at that one.

Better Dom than Brie, at any rate. Skye didn't deserve what I was about to get.

"Now," my cousin said, jumping atop my waist.

I gasped. I felt like Todd had punched me in the gut.

Brianna cupped my face between her soft hands. "That was good, baby. But I'm not sure I'm completely satisfied yet."

"I don't know how much more I have to give," I said. "Though, I'll gladly give what little there is," I hastened to add.

She smushed my mouth in one hand, my lips puckered like a fish. "Shh. Let your queen speak." Letting go of my mouth, she leaned down and planted the softest kiss on my lips.

"You've got two choices. Either you can agree to let me send you undercover in the First Autumnal Court. You know what that is, right?" she asked.

I barely managed a nod. "Silas," I said.

"That's right. Oooorrrr. Have you heard of pegging?"

"No," I said.

She explained.

I felt my face drain of color.

"Didn't think you'd be crazy about that. Of course, that's the point, isn't it? I mean, don't get me wrong, I actually really like fucking guys in the ass. But that's not the point. There are plenty of guys who let me do that to them already."

The unwanted mental image of my cousin fucking my older brother in his hairy ass with a monster cock that she shouldn't have had suddenly came to mind.

Brianna laughed. "No, no, Dom would never let me do that. And I'd never ask. You see, Dom's a real man. I only do that when I want to make a guy my bitch."

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"You're not going to let me either though, are you? Because whatever else you might be, like conniving and two-faced, you're no one's bitch, right?"

I grunted by way of response.

"Figured as much. That's okay. Our pal Silas is going to be Patriarch soon. Will be nice to have an inside man in his court."

"Yeah," I said.

"So it's settled then," she said. She leaned down and kissed me. And damn if it wasn't an exquisite kiss. The bitch. I really wanted to be turned off just then. But how could I be, with this goddess straddling me?

Thankfully, though, in the hours that followed, she didn't mention pegging once.

During a break between sessions, as Brie stood in front of the bathroom mirror adjusting her makeup, I came up behind her and nestled my chin on her shoulder, cupping her breasts in my palms. "Forgive my insolence, majesty, but may I humbly make a request?"

She giggled, reached up and ran her hand down the side of my face. "You're getting the hang of things. What would you ask of me?"

I kissed her cheek softly. "Can I say goodbye to my mother before I go?"

Brianna twisted her lips, tapped a delicate finger against them pensively. "Okay."

"Really?"

"Yeah, sure. You're not trying to suggest that you doubt my word, are you?"

Well. There was the small matter of her promising not to do things that she did. On more than one occasion. But I wasn't about to say that. "Of course not."

She laughed. "Bullshit. We both know I'm a huge fucking liar. At least, when dealing with you. Since that's about all you deserve from me, given that you've been somewhat less than forthright yourself. But that's okay. I like that you'll pretend I'm not."

There was nothing I could say that wouldn't be either dangerous or degrading.

Brianna spun around, planting her hands on my massive chest. "I know how special she is to you. I'm not so cold I wouldn't let you see her once more before sending you off."

"You're most gracious, my liege."

"And fucking sexy. Tell me I'm fucking sexy."

"You don't need to command me to say that. You are fucking sexy."

"So you're admitting that you only do things because I command it? You don't actually mean the things you say?" she asked.

Clever bitch.

She laughed and patted my cheek. "It's okay. Of course you don't. I wouldn't be sending you to the First Autumnal Court if I thought I'd actually broken you. Believe it or not, I would prefer to see you stay out of trouble though. This isn't a suicide mission. Serve me well for at least a year, and I'll strongly consider letting you re-enter the court."




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Iva had warned me about this. "Strongly consider." I said.

She raised an eyebrow at me. "Did you not just say that your queen is gracious?"

I whipped my hand around behind her, grabbed her small but firm ass, and pulled her against me. She gave an excited chirp just before I kissed her. Deeply.

I wanted to be mad at her. But even so, I was crazed with lust.

Of course, it wasn't entirely my fault. I could feel her burning through energy like crazy.

Unfortunately, as much energy as she was consuming, it was only a fraction of her power. Her Libido dwarfed my mother's. Dwarfed Iva's. I'd never really sensed Grandma Kaitlin's. Didn't know what I was doing well enough back then. But I suspected that Brianna's wasn't all that terribly far off from my grandmother's anymore.

There had never been a time that we were even close to equal in power, no matter how much I'd wanted to believe otherwise. And it had only gotten worse since.

A lot worse.

When I released her, she smiled and then hopped up on the marble counter. Her legs spread wide apart. I watched as her pink fingernails toyed with her glistening pink folds. Her lips were so puffy and inviting.

Her green eyes issued an unspoken command that I was all too glad to obey. Each time my tongue passed over her labia, I felt a tiny jolt of energy rush through my body. The way Iva's fingers had done the night before. Only Brianna was making me do it to myself.

After her second orgasm, I stood up. Brianna trailed the backs of her fingers through my hair. "You're really getting to be pretty damn good," she said. "I'm not sure if that makes me more confident that I'm making the right move by sending you away or less. Mostly more. But I'm going to miss that tongue of yours."

I kissed the top of her head, ran my hands through her silky red-brown tresses. The fact that I managed to stop myself short of telling her that I'd miss her too struck me as a great victory. But simply knowing that I would was all kinds of demoralizing. Why couldn't I bring myself to hate this woman? Sure, I experienced greater physical pleasure at her hands, and mouth and other holes, than most any other woman could show me. But was that really worth so much, given everything else?

"You know, for what it's worth, not that I expect to change your mind, but I've been behaving myself since we last spoke," I said. "I know why you don't trust me. Really, I do. I never should have gone to see the former queen. Never should have done a lot of things. But I realize that now, and lately-"

She covered my lips with a slender finger. "Shh. You don't think I know that? That's why I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself. You realize that my mother and father did less to oppose me than you ever did, right?"

Not that it was a mystery up until now, but that was as good as confession. I shuddered.

The queen ran her hands through her hair. As she did, she disappeared. But not physically. Just vanished from view. I still felt her fingernails raking my scalp. Her distinctive, powerfully alluring scent still filled the air.

I gasped. "So that's-"

"Yes," she said, coming back into view.

My stomach clenched tight, and I felt the blood drain from my face.

She leaned down, letting her long ringlets softly brush my forehead. "I'm very, very glad you had the sense to say no to Iva."

"Did you put her up to it?"

She shook her head. "No, she did that on her own. And don't you worry, I'll see to her soon enough as well."

If only I hadn't asked Iva to meet me for drinks.



Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 16



Homelands: Autumn

Part One

Chapter Sixteen

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You might want to read Chapters One through Fifteen first.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy. Supernatural forces play a prominent role throughout the novel.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.

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A soft breeze blew up from the sea below, carrying a hint of saltwater with it. With a shiver, Mom pressed her back against my chest, wrapped my arm around her shoulder like it was a shawl. We stared out over the balcony of our cottage, sipping chilled wine.

"So. You're really serious about this?" she asked for the umpteenth time that day.

"Fraid so. At this point, I think there's no turning back, even if I wanted to. If I tried, Brianna would do something even worse than sending me undercover. I'm sure of it."

Mom sighed. "Probably right."

I kissed the top of her head. "Are you sure you're going to be safe? Promise me you'll be careful while I'm gone."

She popped an elbow in my ribs, though not with any real force. "That's my line."

I laughed.

"Seriously. I'm expecting a promise, mister. Or you don't get to fuck me again."

"That's an empty threat. You couldn't turn me down if you wanted to."

Mom paused, sipped her wine. "Maybe so. But you should still promise me. I'm your mother, and that means I get to demand such things."

"I promise. I'll be careful."

"It would be nice if you didn't make it so obvious that you're just humoring me."

"You think I'm planning on getting Devoured or something?"

She sighed, leaning her head back against my chest. "It doesn't have to make sense, honey. I worry. It's what I do."

"I know," I said, kissing her hair again.

When we were in the throes of ecstasy, it was easy to stop thinking of her as my mother. Not that I forgot, exactly. But the balance between lover and provider tilted heavily towards the former. And when we were under a veil, I tended to think of her just in terms of the latter, though it was never long before I started to develop a vague sense that we were not like other families, that few guys spent time wondering whether their mother was trying to seduce them, or would be open to being seduced by them.

Times like these, when she was very actively playing both roles, made my head spin.

But it was every bit as intoxicating as it was disorienting.

"Here," Mom said, pulling a silver pendant shaped like a leaf out of..., well I'm not sure where she'd been carrying it. "I want you to have this."

"What is it?" I asked.

"A good luck charm." When I didn't reply, she said, with a sigh, "Of course. You don't believe in luck. Well, maybe it's magic then."

"What does this `magic' charm do?" I asked.

"It marks you as a favorite son of Autumn. And that keeps you safe." Perhaps anticipating my reaction, she elaborated, "It suppresses people's desire to harm you. Won't stop them from doing so if they're really intent on it, but they're less likely to be so in the first place. The more energy you're carrying, the more effective it will be. But it's never going to be foolproof, mind you. Don't let it become an excuse to be reckless."

I took the charm from her and gasped when it sank into my chest. My flesh parted before it then closed behind it without leaving a scar. "Where did you get it?"

"There's probably eight or nine of them in the various Autumnal Courts. They're as old as the courts themselves. Most of the more prominent families have one. Your father and his mother both have one. You can be sure Silas does as well."

"So. Favorite son," I said.

"Autumn's," Mom said with a faint grin.

"Right. Autumn's." Presumably Liz, who had been Devoured by her daughter, and Tara, who had been exiled by her mother, were not given any. I guess that meant Mom had not just been, up until now, one of Autumn's favorite daughters, but her mother's as well. "Tell me something, Mom. How long have you been part of this world?"

I felt her back stiffen. Evidently not the follow-up question she expected.

"Since I came of age. More or less the same as was true for you, though we waited a bit longer with you so that we could initiate the four of you at once. Why?"

Gathering up her silky hair, I swept it aside to expose the back of her neck, which I then kissed several times. "Well, it's just... obviously time is a funny concept when you call two entirely different worlds home. Worlds that experience time quite differently. So I don't know what time, or age, means for us, at least not after we reach the point where we switch back and forth between these two worlds constantly. But I don't even know how old you are. If that's actually a coherent question."

She didn't reply for a while. When she finally did, all she said was, "It's not, really."

"Figured as much. It doesn't really matter anyway. I'm just curious. I mean, I've got a pretty good idea of how old I am, because we all spent eighteen years in the mortal world, after you got pregnant with Nat. And it wasn't long after she turned eighteen that all of this began. But I can't even begin to wrap my head around how old or young you are."

"That's just the way of things. Very few of us can keep track of our age beyond our first eighteen years. In some extenuating circumstances, one of our kind will be separated from their families and won't discover who they are auntil well into adulthood, so they can count past eighteen without things getting fuzzy. And some families violate the stricture against premature initiation. But when they're found out, they're dealt with harshly."

I shuddered at the thought. If not for social norms, I'm not sure I'd even have a tinge of residual guilt about having recreational, consensual sex with the adult members of my family. Especially since we weren't even human. But the fact that I felt no guilt about consensual acts amongst adults didn't mean I was okay with child abuse.

"So, basically," Mom continued, "unless they make a point of keeping very careful track of exactly how much time they've spent in each world, all any of us knows is that they're over eighteen, older than their kids, and younger than their parents. More or less." She caressed my forearms tenderly. "Of course, we do sort of age, even after reaching adulthood. My natural appearance, if you want to think of it that way, looks older now than it once did. But part of that is psychological. When you play the same mortal role long enough, you start to think of yourself as getting older."

"Makes sense," I said.

"Don't speak too soon. It's even more complicated than that. The representation of the mortal world that you know isn't the first one we've created, or the first one I've lived in. If I told you the mortal calendar year in which I was born, you wouldn't believe me. But the number of mortal years that have passed since I was born would make your head spin for the opposite reason. I've seen the Y2K panic, and the 9/11 attacks, three times now. So depending on how you look at it, you might think I'm only a few years older than you, or old enough to be your great-great-grandmother. I remember playing the part of a woman in her forties better than I do a woman in her sixties, but I've been that too. I'd lived a long life already by the time I married your father."

"I see," I said. "I wish I could've known you when you were younger."

Mom laughed awkwardly, sipped her wine.

"Sorry. I guess that's a weird thing to say."

"It's...sweet," she said. "But, baby, let's not do this. There's so much pain down that path. For you, in the parts that I care to remember. For me, in the ones that I don't."

Mom finished her wine in a big gulp and stepped away from the balcony, leading me by the hand back inside. I stared in awe at the way her fat ass moved under the blue and white pinstripe men's dress shirt that she wore. Besides the shirt, the only other thing she wore was a pair of white socks. Perhaps because she sometimes had dressed like that when I was kid, back when she was thinner and Dad's shirts still fit her, the outfit did as much for me as the racy lingerie she usually wore.

I let her pull me along for a while, but after a few steps I sped up and swept her up into my arms. She laughed as I did and threw her arms around my neck, raining kisses on my cheek. I carried her like she was my bride over the threshold to the master bedroom.

I fucked her hard. I fucked her soft. I fucked her silly. I pleasured her orally. She did the same for me. I grew an extra cock so I could DP her all by myself. I turned into a centaur and ravaged her with a cock twice as large as the largest I'd ever let mine get.

For a time, we moved to the jacuzzi. There, Mom turned into a mermaid and gave me a killer blowjob, her head fully submersed underwater the entire time.

It seemed I'd never get over the simple beauty of stark color contrasts that her face offered. Her pale skin, deep brown eyes, long lashes, thick brows, full lips, and lustrous black hair made for a killer combination. And her makeup exaggerated the effect.

I wished I could slow down time. Having remembered a trick I'd learned from Iva, I managed to have hands everywhere without actually having more than two arms. Hardly a second went by that I wasn't simultaneously groping Mom's fat ass and huge breasts while holding her hips, shoulders and ankles, caressing her thighs and calves, and running my fingers through her soft, thick hair.

Similarly, when I went down on her, my tongues were deep inside her, caressing her labia, giving her a rimjob, and flicking her clitoris, all at once.

And she performed similar feats. Not to the same degree, but that was fine with me.

Our efforts took a lot of energy. But we were feeding off one another constantly, more than making up for what we expended.

After several hours, we finally took a more than two minute break. "Think maybe we should eat something at some point?" Mom asked.

I nodded.

"I'll go see what I can whip up," she said.

I grabbed her wrist. "No. I've got a better idea."

She raised an eyebrow. "Should I put some clothes on?"

"Probably."

So she waved her hands in front of her body, and an instant later, she wore a long, red dress that clung to her hips tightly enough to be flattering but fit quite loosely from there down. The dress also had a form-fitting bodice that pressed her breasts together so tightly as to create a veritable canyon of cleavage, but which also covered them up enough to count as decent. For good measure, she wore a black shawl on top.

I changed into khakis, a plain white silk t-shirt, and a blue blazer.

I offered her my arm. She smiled warmly as she took it.

We stepped out onto the balcony and before our very eyes, the world around us reshaped itself. The cliff and sea beneath us remained, but the balcony grew and grew and empty tables popped up all around us. We were suddenly seated at an exclusive gourmet restaurant, situated on the top of a cliff.

Mom laughed, clapping her hands. "Delightful, dear."

A waiter came by to drop off the menus and take our drink order. While we had him, I ordered a cheese board in addition to two glasses of their finest merlot. After deciding on our orders, we laid the menus down and held hands until our wine arrived. We hardly spoke. Just sat there, staring into one another's eyes, smiling. The waiter graciously showed no reaction to our egregious mooning. Not so much as a passive-aggressive throat-clearing.

After ordering for both myself and Mom, I turned back to her and asked, "So how long do you figure Brianna will last on the throne?"

She frowned.

"What?"

"Don't get my hopes up. If you're going to come back to me, it will be because you did as she instructed and she invited you to return."

I sipped my wine slowly. Should I tell her that was a false hope?

"Don't look at me like that," she said. "I'm just trying to be realistic. When she first ascended to the throne, I thought she wouldn't last long. Wasn't cold-hearted enough. Overconfident, na\"{ive, inexperienced, and so forth. But she's sure making a show of proving me wrong. Me, and many others."

"Okay," I said.

"Oh, baby. I would love to say I thought she won't last a month. You've got to know that. Don't you think I've dreamed of the day that you yourself overthrew her?"

I grinned faintly. "Yeah?"

She gave me a cute puppy-dog face and nodded emphatically. "And," she added, in a breathy voice that simply exuded sex, "maybe you'd ask me to be your Shadow afterwards?"

I laughed. "Maybe. Just maybe."

She frowned.

I reached across the table and stroked the back of her hand. "Oh, you know I'm kidding. Who else would I ask? It's the idea of me being king that I'm maybe-ing."

"P-shaw," Mom said with a wave of her other hand. "My baby was born to be king. I always knew that. And I'd hoped I could keep you away from politics, but in my heart of hearts, I always knew I couldn't."

"That's nice, but I'm not even sure I want that. For a while I thought I did. But the more I learn, the more I think I'd be happy to stay out of it." I thought about clarifying that I might not mind if someone else, like Iva, replaced Brianna. But who knew if she was eavesdropping on us at that moment. I should have thought of that a few minutes ago. But the least I could do was go on the record as swearing that I had no interest in the throne now, while I had the chance.

Mom smiled wistfully, cupping her chin in her hand. "You say that now."

I shuddered at the memory of the last time a woman had said that to me. "Seriously."

Speak of the devil, just as the waiter delivered our cheese board, Brianna appeared from behind him. "Fancy meeting you here!" she said, gesturing with one hand, palm up. "What are the odds?" She reached for a chair from a nearby table, stopped, looked over her shoulder, and asked, "You guys don't mind if I join you, do you?"

"Of course not, your majesty," I said.

Mom mumbled her agreement.

She snatched up a cube of cheese and plopped it in her pretty little mouth. The moans she made as she bit into the cheese got my blood flowing.

My cousin wore the skimpiest little black cocktail dress you ever did see. Her legs, long and sleek, were left bare save for the straps of her heels reaching halfway up her calves.

Her exquisite hair was tied up by a black silk ribbon. One loose lock of hair fell down her forehead, dangling just in front of a bright green eye. And just then, by coincidence no doubt, a breeze picked up and carried me a whiff of her sweet perfume.

I shuddered.

It was absolutely unfair for a woman to be so attractive.

Mom was trying not to look at either me or Brianna, a slight grimace contorting her lips. I wanted to explain that it wasn't my fault, that Brianna was laying it on thick. Nothing could have hurt me more than seeing the way I hurt my mother just then. And not being able to explain to her that it wasn't my fault. Brianna was just too powerful.

Well, okay, I could imagine some pretty painful things if I thought about it. And it wasn't hard to imagine Brianna being the one doing them. But still.

The waiter came back and took Brianna's drink and dinner orders. While she was ordering, I reached across the table and took Mom's hand in mine. I wanted to reassure her more explicitly, but it was all I dared to do in front of Brianna.

"So," my cousin said, slapping her hands on the table. "I hope I'm not interrupting a nice romantic evening for two."

I looked at her flatly. Couldn't even bring myself to suck up to her this time.

She laughed heartily, draping a hand languidly over her chest. "Oh, listen to me. What a silly question. Of course I am. I just hope you're in the mood for a threesome. Because I'd love to join you after dinner."

"Of course, my liege," Mom said, forcing a smile that wasn't fooling anyone. Especially with the gritted teeth that lay behind it.

"Geez, did somebody die?" Brianna asked. "Ordinarily, when I offer to go home with a couple, I get something of a different reaction."

"Well, ordinarily, we'd be ecstatic. And we'd still love to have you join us. If we seem a little reluctant, it's just because I'm going away tomorrow, and this is our last night together. You see, the queen, God bless her and keep her, has decided to send me away."

Brianna smiled. "Well, I guess that does explain it. You must have done something to make her take such a drastic move, what with you being her cousin and all. I hear she's very fair. No one accuses her of being soft, not anymore, but no one has ever seen her lift a finger against anyone who was loyal to her."

"I suppose," I said.

Brie laid a hand on my forearm. The arm that was stretched across the table, holding Mom's hand. She looked me in the eye, gaze unwavering. "Well, if you'd like to be left alone, I can go." Turning to look at my mother, she added, "No hard feelings."

I looked Mom in the eye. Ever so gently, she shook her head. Then she turned to her niece. "Don't be silly. Of course you should stay."

"Oh, well, if you insist, dear."

We finished our meal hurriedly, keeping conversation to a minimum. Then I transformed the balcony back to the way it was, except for one detail. I summoned a sofa, its back to the outside wall of the cottage, and a coffee table. Then I sat down on the coffee table, gestured for Mom to sit next to me, and asked Brianna if she'd give us one of her famous little shows.

It didn't take a minute before Mom was breathing heavy, her nipples visibly hardened. To say nothing of the metaphysical signs of her arousal.

Brianna might or might not be as sensitive to the latter as I was, but one way or another, it had to be obvious that her dancing was having an effect on the both of us.

Which was only to be expected. Even when she wasn't pouring a river of energy into projecting a powerful glamor, Brianna was damn hot, and was an absolute terror on the dance floor. Her hips were weapons of mass seduction.

After a while, Brie slowly slipped out of her dress and kicked it over the balcony. She then gave my mother a killer lap dance. I slipped back to the sofa, giving Brianna more room. She took that opportunity to lay my mother down on her back and sit on her face. The queen pulled her G-string aside to expose her lips to my mother's hungry eyes. Then she reached back and gave her tight little ass a firm slap. It hardly responded.

But I still convulsed in ecstasy. And I heard Mom gasp, despite the fact that she couldn't even see Brianna's ass from where she was.

My cock was in my hands a moment later.

Brianna pulled Mom up off the table, out onto the makeshift dance floor. Mom's movements were awkward, shy. But she gradually loosened up, and her clothes began to disappear. When Mom started to relax, started really shaking her ass while Brianna gave it a series of playful slaps, I completely lost it. Jet after jet of my hot cum shot onto the coffee table.

My cousin quickly dropped to her haunches and licked it up. I moaned to myself as she did. She stared up at me through a fan of thick lashes, knowing what effect it had on me to watch her lap up my cum so hungrily.

She then laid my mother back on the table again and without further ado went to town on her. Mom started spasming in ecstasy immediately.

Instant orgasm. Fucking hell.

Naturally, she kept going. Much as I'd done earlier, her hands were everywhere. But she also busted out a trick I'd not considered before. Mouths grew in the palms of her hands. It was freaky to look at, but as she sucked on my mothers breasts, tugging at her nipples gently with the lips in her hands, all while her head was still buried between Mom's soft thighs, I found myself getting close to the breaking point again.




Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 16



I so was going to have to steal that move. I couldn't even imagine how hot it would be to suck on Mom's breasts while eating her out. To kiss her on the mouth, nibble her fat ass cheeks and puffy nipples all while pounding her pussy raw with my thick monster cock.

In case there was any risk of me not being sufficiently impressed by Brianna yet, she then did something I'd absolutely never imagined.

She split herself in two.

Or rather, there were now two of her, each perfectly intact.

Brianna thus managed to pleasure me and my mother orally at the same time.

No. Fucking. Fair.

She easily could have zombified us both right then and there. She was not just good. She was amazing. But she apparently wanted to toy with us a bit more than that.

After swallowing a third load of my jizz, she climbed into my lap and rode me cowgirl. At the same time, the other her grew an average sized penis, gathered up Mom's thighs in her arms, tucking them under her armpits, and fucked my mother's wet pussy.

I was proud of how long I held out. But it wasn't all that long. It was just that, with the way my cousin was busting out every move she had, it was a wonder that I lasted more than a minute or two. For that matter, I guess I didn't know that she was busting out all her moves. I could only hope that it was.

The idea that this might be her holding back was terrifying.

Once she'd coaxed another orgasm from me and my mother each, Brianna collapsed back into one body and instructed Mom to ride me. As my mother did so, Brianna grew a cock again and fucked the larger woman in the ass. Hard. Punishing her browneye, and choking her with both hands around her throat to boot.

Mom didn't speak a word of protest. Presumably because she dared not. But I had to admit, the connection between us was strong enough that I was pretty sure that if she was panicking, desperately longing for the pain to end, I'd probably have sensed it. No, the truth was, I think no small part of my mother was enjoying the rough treatment.

I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Aroused. Disgusted. Ashamed that I never offered to do that for her again after the one time in the ski lodge when she'd made me promise not to. But she'd only made promise that because she knew it would make me uncomfortable. Not because she didn't enjoy it.

That much was becoming abundantly clear.

We kept that up for a while, working through a few orgasms for me and a few more for Mom. Then Brianna we gave her another DP, this time with me in Mom's ass and Brie in her vag. Brianna stepped up the rough play, smacking Mom's tits and even her face. And she wasn't smacking her lightly either.

Despite that, after a fashion, Mom started asking for more. Told Brianna to treat her like the filthy whore that she was. And the way her Libido was responding, I knew that she wasn't just saying these things for Brianna's benefit.

Part of me wanted to vomit.

But it might also have been the most aroused I'd ever been.

By the time we finished with her, Mom was pretty good and worn out. She collapsed onto the couch beside me, looking like the very physical manifestation of exhaustion.

Brianna draped herself across my lap like a child delivering her wishlist to Santa.

"Enjoying yourself, there, stud?"

"You know I am," I said.

"Yeah, I noticed. Even when I started to make your mom my bitch. Which she seemed to enjoy rather thoroughly, wouldn't you say?"

I didn't reply.

Brianna laughed. "That's okay. You don't need to admit it. It was plain enough in your face. Not to mention the soaring of your Libido. We both know the truth, that's good enough. Anyway, I hope you know that if you try any funny business while you're over there, I won't hesitate to do something you don't want me to do."

My breath caught.

The queen smiled, flashing her pearly white teeth. Then she gave me a brief peck on the lips. "Don't worry though. As long as you behave yourself, I won't hurt her. Not any more than she wants me to, at any rate."

My cock finally went soft.

Brianna laughed and reached between her legs to give my limp penis a little jerk, using just two of her fingers. "Oh, that really got a response, didn't it? You're so protective of her. It's actually really sweet. I wonder if Dom would go limp at the very idea of someone hurting me. Someone other than him. I hope so, but I'm not sure I'd bet on it."

"Please. I'll behave myself. I swear."

She continued as if she didn't hear me. "I know he cares about me. But not like.... Wait, Frank, are you in love? You know that's not how this works, right?"

"Don't be ridiculous I said," my tone flat.

"Hmm," she said, tapping a slender finger against her lips. "Awfully quick to deny it. But not overly emphatic. Doth he protest too much?"

"Some people dislike the idea of bad things happening to the people they care about, even when they're no in love with them."

"Oh, save it, buddy. I know you think I'm the Wicked Witch of Sex. But you have no idea what it's like to be me, what I've been through. None. And if you were king and you were worried that I might try to steal the throne from you, you'd do some unpleasant things too. And don't tell me you'd react the same way if I was threatening Todd."

She had me there. Probably on both counts, but certainly the latter.

"Okay, I'm closer to her than most of my family. But I'm not mistaking what we have for a real relationship. I still expect to marry someday. Have kids of my own. And I'm not going to do that with my mother."

"I should hope not," Brianna said. "Since it's all kinds of against court policy. Even I wouldn't dare cross that line." A devilish grin spread across her face. "Probably."

I forced myself to kiss her. Well, it didn't actually take all that much force of will. No matter how flaccid I might have been a moment ago, there was simply no resisting her.

"That was actually sweet," she said. "Look, I know I've been something of a bitch, and I've lied to you more than a few times. But I'm swearing to you now, on my mother's grave, if you bring me something I can really use, and I won't bother you anymore. Not anymore than I always bothered my cousin, the way a bratty princess is expected to."

I was in no position to negotiate. Iva might have been right that I couldn't believe such a promise. But she'd be wrong that there was no upside to satisfying her. I had to try, if only to keep Mom safe. "I'll do my best," I said.

#

King Silas sat atop his throne, one leg folded over his knee. Several dozen scantily clad women of every shape, size and race surrounded him.

The king himself wore a dozen different visages all simultaneously.

If I had to guess, it was only because I was male that I saw a swarm of images, all similar enough that they could be said to be the same person, but no two quite the same. Some had facial hair, some did not. Some were bulging with muscles, others were lean and cut, but not so bulky. The effect was so disconcerting, I couldn't imagine this was how women saw him. Presumably each of them saw one and only one of those images, whichever they would be expected to find the most physically appealing.

"The last time I welcomed someone from your court into my lands, she Devoured my daughter. I'm sure you know this. She is, after all, your aunt. Assuming I'm even willing to set that aside, and I'm not sure that I should, how do I know you aren't here at your Queen's behest?"

"I tried to prevent her from taking the throne. Then, after she did, I visited the former queen without permission. I was planning a coup." All of which was true.

"So why didn't she Devour you?"

"I fled before she could."

Silas nodded. Or some of him did. My head spun each time I glanced at him, trying to figure out what exactly I was seeing. "Perhaps. But I can't help thinking there's something you aren't telling me. You'll have to prove yourself before I decide whether to grant you asylum or not. The last thing I need right now is another spy lurking about."

"Of course, my liege. I would not expect otherwise."

He harrumphed by way of response.

"If I would be an undue burden, I'll seek refuge in another court."

He was silent for a time, but as the moment dragged on, I became increasingly sure that the gamble had paid off. Surely, he must have been reasoning, if I were sent as a spy, I wouldn't volunteer to seek asylum elsewhere at the first sign of reluctance on his behalf.

At last, he said, "My Shadow sometimes sleeps with her niece. This niece has an uncle, on the other side of her family, named Michael. He and this niece are even more frequently found in one another's bed. I believe she's passing information to Michael, and he to his father, who has long desired my throne."

Geez. I'd already lost track of who was who and how they knew what the king thought that they knew. What must it be like to worry about such things all day, every day?

The king continued. "My Shadow swears she has not said anything to her niece. But it never hurts to be cautious. You will go live with Michael in the mortal world as his adopted son. The one woman Michael is more in love with than his niece is his own daughter. Seduce her and find out Michael's true intentions. It should not be hard. They are but minor powers. Do this, and I will grant your request for asylum."

"Consider it done," I said.

"I will of course need to manipulate your memories, and theirs, so that you'll have been part of the family for years. But your mind will restore itself in time," he said.

I nodded. Standard fare.

Then everything went black.